Why? Why? Why? Who are those men Ah! Linhua, are you crazy? Or can I not satisfy you anymore?
Jealousy, rage and black whip shadows filled the space between Saimen and Linhua. The rough whip landed on the surface of the originally smooth and flawless skin, crackling irregularly
After nearly an hour of whipping, for Linhua, the senses such as vision, hearing and smell have been exhausted, and the sense of time has become extremely blurred and seems to be getting slower and slower.
When did it start? Give up all spiritual and physical resistance and deliver dignity to the man in front of you to ravage and destroy
When the nipple are penetrated by sharp and hot steel cones and hung with lead sinkers that are heavy enough to pull the entire breast down, or are they then hung up again and baptized by whips and salt water?
Linhua doesn't understand, how could she have the energy to think about these things
Maybe there is still a trace of persistence?
Or maybe just a messy and complicated thoughts accidentally swam here?
After all, there is no point in thinking about these, because no matter how hard you try to think about it and how to find a place to shelter in your heart, the heart-wrenching pain will always come out from every corner of your body, mocking this futile action
Humph, are you two still unwilling to say it?
Finally, due to lack of physical strength, Saimen could not help but lower his arms
He sat down on the edge of the bed, took the teacup and drank it all, and then threw it hard to the ground, it was fine, the teacup was made of wooden
Hey! The guy over there was just about the time he was having a good time, why did he stop?
Two hours later, there was still no sign of showing weakness in Hannah's words and deeds, but her words were mixed with some sturdy breathing. Dora, you are lazy bitch! You can't even keep up with half of your master's whip!
Sorry, it's the master, he's too fast! Dora, who was also tired, bent down, leaned on her knees, panting
Just driven by fear, Dora, who originally intended to be without any respect for Hannah, had no reason or obligation to worry about Hannah's feelings
But out of jealousy of Linhua, Dora devoted her all her skills to the torture of Hannah Pattaya is not much inferior to that of Pattaya
In the intersecting attack of these two people on Hannah, Saimen finally adapted to the cooperation of the Wujian whip.
As a result, when Pattaya collapsed in the bed, Dora could not keep up with the progress of the Scooter.
Hannah, what happened next. Looking at Linhua, who seemed to be in a coma, she looked at the burning fire again. Saimen raised his voice. If the whip is not good, the next thing is to make a spoil, yes, charcoal?
Oh, so what? Do you want me to give me some advice on the furnace temperature, or the torture part, little guy? Hannah deliberately spread her legs wide open and exposed her blood-red inner thighs to Saimen
A strand of hair slid from the forehead to the side of the face, Linhua's eyebrows moved slightly, and then she returned to the static like a sculpture.
Linhua didn't answer directly, but Saimen was sure that she heard it
According to past experience
Torturing a traitor or torture is just the beginning. After experiencing various criminal laws, you often have to end it with a soldering iron regardless of whether you confess or not.
That's because no one who can withstand the torture has appeared yet
When the red iron block (sometimes iron rod) sizzles on the flesh, or just hangs on the wound to release terrifying heat, or approaches some sensitive parts of the lower body, no matter how hard the guy is, he will beg for mercy. Of course, no matter what, the soldering iron will always fall in the end
After that, it depends on the gender of the traitor and the mood of the torturer (mostly Ruke)
Men can usually get the last thing they ask for in their lives soon.
For women, especially those beautiful women who belong to Hannah's old subordinates (the two female traitors and a female spy I have caught in the past two years are Hannah's former subordinates), this last short life will become extremely long, so long that they even think that they have lived too long without exception. This is due to Ruk (and his subordinates)'s interest and talent in torture while fully venting their desires.
However, for these traitors, whether it is men or women, whether it is to survive or die, the only last fate is equal: a sack full of stones and a small sea bed far away from the land
I remember the time I treated you two years ago
The scene in front of you evokes the memories of Saimen. That time, you were covered in wounds, this guy Ruke was so cruel. How did you provoke him?
Why do you think of asking this? Well, it's okay to tell you. Hannah smiled strangely. It was the first time she met him. One night, he took people to ambush Chalong's traveler in the south.
Then what?
Saimen waved his hand and asked Dora to retreat aside. He used tongs to pick up a piece of red-burned charcoal from the stove. If this punishment is done, I'd better come in person. I said, "You're snatching Ruk's "business"? Didn't you do this kind of work at that time?
Saimen used his left hand to gesture to take out his wallet, raised his tongs and walked towards Hannah.
If it's not 'robbing', then at most it's 'smashing'. Hannah sneered, who told him to rob a sheep that I've already attacked
You have to keep three of them, you can't steal all at once. The old rules in your industry are not the same, but no one should care about these old and outdated rules now, right? Even Linhua may not be able to abide by them.
Saimen smiled, shook the front of the tongs, and gestured not far in front of Hannah. Could that three-pointer be left to someone like Ruke?
Bah! You know what a bullshit if it was that simple, he wouldn't mess with me. Hannah stuck out her tongue at the charcoal block and looked like she wanted to lick it
Who provoked who Ah? Saimen quickly pulled the charcoal block back a little and then, you go and stand up for the unlucky guy?
It was Ah, I just walked to Ruke, and then Hannah suddenly kicked into Saemon's crotch, and then it was like this
Saimen was so scared that he took a big step back, but the toes were still slightly rubbed between his legs. Hannah was very good at grasping her position.
Wow, Ruk must not have suffered him. Saimon let out a long sigh, his face twisted unconsciously. I felt pain when I heard it
The Chalong man who had lost his fortune took the opportunity to escape, and I left, leaving only Ruk there to perform for his men and roll on the spot, that's it
Hannah maintained balance with the toes of her left foot, stretched her right leg straight, raised her high, and raised her head. The only difference between Hannah's legs was not tied with ropes.
You call this "good luck"? That's right, maybe you really saved him. Saimon suddenly noticed that Hannah was posing in a position that she didn't usually use.
This posture is good, looks great, and it is also very "convenient". Do you want to add another shackle on it? You can save some effort
Bad boy, stop deliberately irritating my appetite. I have pointed you in the way. What are you waiting for?
Hanna's eyes stared at the dimmed charcoal block, and it would be cold if it didn't fit on it.
Just like the meaning of spreading your legs apart, Saimen understood that Hannah wanted to attack the inner side of her thigh first.
OK, Hannah is anxious. Saimen is around Hannah. It would be better to come from here. I don't want to be hit by your legs.
Then let's have a gamble? Hannah turned her head and licked a whip mark on her raised thigh. Before you remove the charcoal, my feet would fall below my neck
Just what?
Saimon never doubted that Hannah could withstand this punishment, but she was a little unbelievable while enduring the pain while maintaining this difficult balance posture.
But don't bet like "do it again" as a bet, then you will only make a "earning"
If I can't do it, I'll say everything I've seen before. Hannah whistled
… Take it seriously? Saimen frowned
Who really said that my bad guy is a coward who dares not use a soldering iron, but only uses charcoal. Hannah took a deep breath and tightened her legs. Come on, scratch me the itch.
The thighs covered with whip marks were full of muscles due to the blood rushing, and they were raised straight in the air, which aroused Saimen's heart-wrenching heart.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch it before sneering and pressing the charcoal on Hannah's body
Ah Hannah finally stopped being as ease as before. This time, she tried her best and howled
Beneath the soft skin, thick and tight muscles were stroking the palms on Hannah's thighs, and Saimen felt the trembling there
It seemed to overflow from the bones and then spread from the muscles to the skin. Saimen could even feel his body trembling slightly.
Hannah's chin was raised high, her tight belly and hips outlined wide, thin and undulating waist lines, her slender legs stretched up and down into a line, and her curled soles of her toes were twisted to the limit due to pain. Almost perfect bow shape
Uh Ah Hannah's howling louder, but not harsh, and Saimon found it difficult to detect the pain from it.
This sound seems to be Hannah's moaning at orgasm, but it's much stronger than usual. Saimen has heard it too many times, so he will never remember it wrong
Saimen twisted his wrist, gently rubbed the charcoal block, quietly admiring the crazy twisting body in front of him
Whenever the hot charcoal blocks rubbed a tiny angle on the skin, Hannah responded to the malice of Symphon with the strongest shouting and spasms without reservation.
After a while, perhaps the heat of the charcoal had been almost consumed, Hannah's body's reaction slowed down and she twitched, clasped the tongs, changed the charcoal block to an angle, and poked forward with force.
The cheers full of passion and joy sounded louder again after a moment of decline, and waves of trembling became more frequent and intense than before.
Hannah was immersed in the supreme pleasure brought by this special sexual fetish, and released her desire and pleasure through her body.
Saimen suddenly remembered that whether it was normal sex or punishment, Hannah might have never reached such a climax in her hands. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that it was much stronger than usual.
Saimen couldn't help but sigh. He doubted whether he was owing Hannah in normal times because of his inappropriate mercy and ruthlessness that she never enjoyed it so happily and thoroughly.
This ridiculous and terrifying thought flashed through Saimen's mind
You... this... a little bad person, you really have
After Saimen lifted the charcoal a little, Hannah immediately gasped
It's different from the agreed one, and it's a sneak attack? I, I can't help it?
In a arrogant tone, Hannah rarely admits her surrenders and is willing to accept the loss. Not long before Saimen lifts the charcoal block, her legs fall back to the ground.
To Hannah's expectation, the first piece of charcoal was pressed on her hips, not on her thighs
I didn't promise that I would do what you said, and Saimen threw the charcoal back into the stove and picked up a new one.
Moreover, I have never said that I will let you go as soon as you beg for mercy
The next moment, in Hannah's horrified eyes, Saemon went around the front and stuffed the charcoal between Hannah's thighs.
Chi
A small cluster of blue smoke rose from Hannah's thighs, and the temperature of the charcoal block was higher this time
AhAhAhAhAhAhAhAhAh! Hannah, who was unprepared, tensed up again, raised her head and shouted loudly
This is for your punishment for disrespect for me in front of others, enjoy it! Saimon whispered in Hannah's ear, while reaching his other hand to her buttocks, slapping the wound that had just been burned there.
Oh AhAhAhAh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh! There was no room for response, Hannah used her only breath to scream
The grim Symon kept flipping his wrists, and the scorching charcoal that rubbed violently with the wound forced Hannah to spread her legs apart.
But because he was lifted at a subtle height, he could only barely support his toes to the ground and his weak body with excessive overdrawing of strength, Hanna could only watch Saimen do whatever he wanted between her thighs
Don't worry, this wound is not very bad, it should not be difficult to heal
While slapping, Saimen selectively pressed the skin on the buttocks that had been scalded.
Much better than two years ago, after all, it wasn't made with iron blocks
Huh, stinky brat has grown up, uh!
Finally, Hannah, whose entire lower body was trembling, released her clenched fist, raised her index finger and middle finger on her left hand. This is a safety signal for the end of the game between Hannah and Saimen.
Give you a minute to take a breath
Saimen loosens the charcoal block and supports the tongs next to the charcoal furnace
He bent down slightly at Hannah, and raised his head, posing in a very awkward position, then sternly shouted: "Stupid bitch, spit out everything you know, isn't Ruk doing things like this?"
Ha? It's far from it, he is not as good as you
There is no way to do that. Who told you to be my woman? Saimon hugged Hanna from behind
Oh, really, I just like you. Hannah leaned her head back and put it on Saemon's shoulder
Really? The goalkeeper reached into his plump breasts, paying attention to avoiding the wounds there, and gently rubbing them, enjoying the familiar feel
I lost this time, but I almost surrendered. Hannah turned her head to Dora and signaled her to loosen her body.
Almost? He obviously surrendered, but the stubborn woman seems to be a little drooping. Will it be too heavy? Saimen played with the spherical chest pendant hanging on her nipples and weighed its weight
It's a bit heavy, not jewelry. These shot puts are originally torture tools. When throwing them, they will hurt so much that I can wear them for a while.
Hanna took a deep breath, looked at Linhua, who was lowering her head and silently silenced, and sighed in a rather regretful and helpless tone, and asked me to say that I think that bitch, maybe there is no betrayal.
Is that true
Saimen was in a daze for a moment, and the strength in his hands also weakened a little.
Considering another possibility, Saimen is more willing to just cultivate his own power secretly, plot against rebellion, or break away from his own control.
Don't be so disappointed, boy Hannah has moved her skills that have just gained freedom. Do you really think the bitch over there will go out to find a man because of her desire? How many fucking hell are there at a time?
What did you see? The Sitoukville holder always raised his lower body and pressed against Hanna's waist during the second half of the execution.
Well, let's start from the day you fainted
Hannah broke free from the embrace of Saimen and dragged Saimen to the bed
Dora, carry the sow out of me, and then go to the door of the house to guard it
Dora carried Pattaya, which was still sleeping in bed, left the basement and placed it on the second floor
Afterwards, despite her extreme dissatisfaction, she still dragged her exhausted body to the gate of the house and put a whistle. Hannah's orders must not be violated.
We're the only one left
Hannah smiled and pressed Saimen down on the bed
She rode on Saemon's lower body, lifted the red hair that was blocking her forehead, leaned over and fell to Saemon's chest, licking his sweaty skin there.
Linhua is also here. Saimen tried to push Hanna away, but she failed. You can really hold on and take a shower next door first. It is better to treat the wound?
Saimen explores the crisscrossing scars on Hannah's back, and there are several heavier whips. If not treated in time, the wound may worsen.
That day, I could have been sticking behind my butt with Mier Kelinhua all the way, so I turned around for a few circles and walked around her behind.
He took Saimen's kindness and Hannah said it on her own
When I arrived at the dock, I met Mi'er coming out of the broken boat
Well, that's the beginning? Is this your "confession"?
Although Hannah has been showing off, Saimen knew in her heart that she hadn't had a good rest for two days, so she would definitely be very tired.
Seeing that Hannah had no intention of moving for the moment, Saimen put her waist with one hand and pressed her head on the side of her pillow with the other hand, constantly stroking her
It's Ah, it's Ah, my extremely noble adult, the humble female slave can no longer bear the pain of your gift. I beg you for forgiveness. Can you shut up now?
OK, okay, you say it first. After hearing this familiar tone, Saimen closed his mouth tactfully, but his heart was full of bad intentions and thinking about how to deal with this stubborn woman next time
Mi'er came out of the boat in a panic, and she was dragging a girl with blue hair, probably the one you and Haiya were looking for, and she was hitting Linhua.
I have met this girl, and she seems very thin. Mi'er can escape safely by dragging this burden. I think Linhua has no intention of stopping them at all, right?
Maybe, maybe it was because of her little lover who was thinking about her, and after a few words to Mi'er, he rushed in.
What did she say?
It's too far away, I didn't hear it. Hanna paused and thrust behind her. You'll ask her later.
I will, continue. Saimen glanced at Linhua quietly, but didn't notice any reaction from her.
At that time, I was still hesitating whether to follow Mi'er first, but after hearing Linhua rush into the cabin and shout your name
I couldn't bear to leave? The two sweaty bodies hugged each other tightly. Saimen felt a little uncomfortable, so he suggested: Let's take a shower first?
Ha, what can I bear to let go? Anyway, your chief beauty will carry you to Mi'er's house and bandage you, you obviously didn't even scratch your skin and then stayed by the bed, waiting for you to see her at first sight after you woke up
Hannah clearly felt jealous when she said these words
I'm a little tired, I'll be there later
I heard it right, are you jealous? Then next time you ask Xiaoke to come here, then you can stay by my side and wait for me to get rid of you.
Seeing Hannah having a rare awkwardness, Saimen made a joke
By the way, I can help you take a shower?
Xiaoke? That little vixen, I'm afraid she will eat you before I come to guard you. You really want to try it? If you insist on getting hit, I will give her a mace in advance
Hannah grabbed one of Saemon's nipple and nipped it with two rows of teeth
I'm fine now.
Speaking of Xiaoke, I really don’t know how to deal with her now. I have thought about it before. If someone really wants to start a business from me one day, she is the most likely one. Should I find an opportunity to "remediate" her?
Saimen remembered the stupid things he had done on Hannah's nipples before (although Hannah was also responsible that time), and pushed Hannah, who was grinding her teeth on her chest with lingering fear.
You can lie in the bathtub, I will clean you from head to toe. Finally, Saimen did not forget to add: Of course, it is with salt water.
Well, that's what you can consider. Hannah turned over and lay wide open beside Saimen
Are you referring to the remediation of Xiaoke? Or salt water?
All Hannah patted Saemon's chest, went to take a shower, carried me on her back
(Neil on October 5, 1900, 5:00 am, Ram City, Outer City)
Sorry, Mr. Carac, I've disturbed your rest. Here is an urgent message for you!
Uh, woke up by the very inappropriate knock on the door, Karak rubbed his nose and lifted the quilt
Even though there are fine wine and food, the dinner that one drinks by oneself is a bit boring
Robles was busy meeting guests and had no time to pay attention to Carac and he and the visitor of unknown origin seemed to have been chatting until late and took Helna to the big bathroom.
In the basement, the woman named Mary is resting
Staying up late to work is not uncommon for Carac, but forcibly overdrawing prisoners to catch up with the progress and torture them continuously is another matter
Doing that sometimes backfires, especially for people like Mary who are very physically and mentally strong
So, Carac had to drink the stuffy wine alone for more than two hours, but it was not too boring. Robles carefully prepared a whole table of top-notch dishes in the style of Charon for Carac. After taking a shower in a well-decorated personal bathroom, he went back to the room to fall asleep under the guidance of the waiter.
Putting aside work, Karak is actually a person who pays great attention to his personal life.
He never smokes, doesn't drink much, and only drinks high-end wine. He has basically never drunk much during his military career in Chalong, but after coming to Ram, he has a great alcohol tolerance
In addition, Carac attached great importance to sleep and almost reached the point of being nitpicking
The first thing he did after Ram made his first pot of gold was to spend all his money on a bed, a set of bedding and quilt pillows
Not such a good bed, I really want to sleep for a while, it's a pity. As a soldier, Karak, who said he said "urgent" and said, "Carak, who said he was sleepy, complained.
In less than twenty seconds, Carac was finished wearing it. He opened the door and secretly unscrewed a pen in front of the bed and hid it in the palm of his hand in case of accidents.
Mr. Carac, disturbed
The waiter waiting outside the house was the waiter who had previously stopped Carac who insisted on meeting Robles and the mysterious visitor and led him to the dining room
He was half bent over at this time, with one hand behind his back and the other holding the letter in front of him, handing it to Karak
Very good. Carac took the letter from him. Very standard Chalong etiquette, are you from Chalong?
Thank you, my mother is, sir, please pull the bell rope beside the bed if you have any needs
The waiter with his hands behind his back, bent down and saluted again, took two steps back, and then turned away. His movements were brisk and capable, without any sluggish feeling.
This! Just seeing the envelope, Carac tensed up and the pen in his hand almost fell off
In this emergency envelope dedicated to Ram City Hall, except for Mr. Carac's tribute, there are only four words "Elson Send" by Elsen, except for Mr. Carlack's tribute.
Robles! Robles! Carac shouted immediately, running towards the exit of the house
What's wrong, Mr. Carac? The waiter who had just walked away arrived after hearing the news, and he had to trot all the way to keep up with Carac's footsteps
Who sent this letter? When did it? Carac almost jumped down the stairs in one step
Please slow down! Just now, this letter was just stuffed into the quotation port on the door.
Although it seemed that he could only barely keep up with Carac's pace, the waiter's breathing and body did not appear to be disordered.
Such a strange letter, you didn't open the door and go out to see the sender? Hearing this, Carac, who had already gone down to the first floor, stopped, but there was a clear reproach in his words
Sorry, adults
The waiter stopped quickly and almost hit Carac's back
Please forgive me for being rude, but the urgent documents sent from the town hall to Mr. Robles are almost the same.
Like this? No postmark, hand delivery? Carac held up the envelope and shook it in front of the waiter's eyes. He understood that it would be useless to chase the person who sent the letter at this time.
Yes, the waiter seemed to be infected by Carac's emotions and seemed very nervous.
Then this sign, Carac suddenly silenced
What's wrong?
...Nothing. Carac glanced at the envelope again, woke Roberts up, quickly say I'll forget it, I'll go find him personally
This is probably inappropriate, sir, the waiter subconsciously blocked Carac's face.
I know it's not right, and why it's not right. Carac smiled, easily pushed the waiter away and strode up the stairs. I'll explain to Robles, you're doing a good job.
...Thank you, Mr. Carac. I deeply understand the strength gap between myself and Carac. In addition, there are not many people on the night market today, so the waiter can only let Carac leave
Carac clearly remembers that when Robles first brought him here two years ago, the house had only two floors, but now, including the attic, it has four floors.
Walking on the stairs from the second to third floors, Karak was more or less moved
Time flies, this is the third year I have come to Ram. For a person who has lost almost everything, today's wealth and status are coming too quickly.
First, he started with an official from the Chamber of Commerce, and then he was in charge of grain import and export. Then he introduced him to the officials in the city hall.
Then there is Robles, and finally Mayor Elson
From not knowing each other before to being able to play with women in the same room, it took less than four months to develop.
In a sense, Carac is definitely a genius
Good women, fair women, and noble ladies, using their bodies and inner voids as springboards, Carac is mixed among the nobles, like a fish in water
Either playing a down-and-out Chalon nobleman or just being a slim and snobbish pimp, Carac has a precise and unmistakable insight into people's hearts, wandering between people's desire for money and sex, and finding his own place.
However, this alone cannot last long, and Carac had long realized this
To find a true friend, or a reliable allies, you need one more thing
That's true heart
True This thing is not uncommon, but unfortunately, the richer people are, the weaker their existence will be.
The poor are obviously not Carac's ideal goal
During the months of searching, when Carac thought he could only stop there, he unexpectedly discovered an unusual relationship between Robles and Elson.
Ram people have long been accustomed to the exchange of interests between money and power. This kind of behavior that is explicitly prohibited by law is taken for granted, so that they can walk in broad daylight.
Therefore, no one would pay too much attention to the strangeness between Robles and Elson and point fingers at them.
But this strange thing can't be hidden from Carac's eyes
Elson, a person at the peak of power in Ram City
At the same time, this person's personal reputation and charm are extraordinary
Even if you look at the entire Ramur continent, I'm afraid only Emperor Chalong can compete with one of them.
This is a person that Carac had no desire to climb up from the beginning, but was eager to meet
Robles, a rookie at the Ram Chamber of Commerce, an elite figure of the younger generation after the war, but despite this, his status is still far from Elson
Such two people are mixed together, and in the eyes of ordinary people, there is only one possibility no matter how you think about it.
(Before confirming that both of these two people’s sexual orientations are normal, Carac had considered another rare one, which he thought was ridiculous.)
From not knowing each other, following the two with caution, to being familiar with Robles, selling them the beauty they like in the secret place Robles prepared, to being able to attend the two of them at close range
Carac discovered something strange
Their relationship between these two people is so good, so good that it is abnormal
Their status is so different, but their private relationships seem equal everywhere
Earlier, in front of me, the two of them would pretend to be familiar with each other, and then they would no longer hide it.
These two are real friends
To confirm this, Carac ruled out all kinds of possibilities
Is Roberts holding some handle to Elson?
They are actually related?
Or is Elson doing this to most people in private?
Only after denying them one by one did Carac come to this incredible conclusion that he had come to.
The next thing is easy to do, but it's really a bit unaccustomed to Carac, that is, he doesn't hide himself, be honest with them about Charon's past, and treat them with sincerity.
Facts also prove that Carac's judgment is as correct as ever
The only thing that surprised Carac was that compared to Roberts, who had all the joys, angers, sorrows and happiness on his face, he actually gained the trust of Mayor Elson first.
It is precisely because of this that in addition to respect and trust, Carac also feels grateful to Elson.
Currently, Elson is in Charon, has lost contact with himself and Robles, and is likely to be plotted against and is in danger.
Under such circumstances, whether out of public or selfishness, it is difficult for Karak to maintain his usual calmness.
Secondly, Carac's attitude towards Robles is also somewhat incomprehensible.
Although Robles was completely unaware of most insider information, he was not in a hurry at all when he lost contact with Alson, and he had the time to play with women.
(What the waiter said just now is nothing more than what he and Helna did)
As for the mysterious person who Robles was unwilling to reveal the news to him, it was even more worrying at this critical moment. It was probably not a coincidence that Robles met with a guest with such a special identity.
Since you treat me as a friend, don't keep me in the dark Ah Karak thought indignantly
Robles! Get up! Something is wrong. Carac knocked on the bedroom door of the third floor suite, and urged Robles to get up loudly.
Uh... Hum? Robles's murmur came from the room, followed by a muffled sound, as if something had fallen on the wooden floor
Robles?
Carac? Well...let me sleep for a while. Robles's voice was full of fatigue
I'm very worried about Elson, open the door quickly!
...Okay, I'll come now. Robles's voice was lazy and without any tension. What could happen to that guy?
... When the untidy Robles slowly opened the door in front of him, through the gap between his huge body and the door, Carac glanced at the scene inside the door, feeling helpless
In the middle of this luxuriously decorated bedroom is an extremely large bed, but whether it is the iron chains and shackles hanging from the ceiling, the shackles, whips and other instruments (mostly torture instruments and sexual instruments), it clearly shows the bad taste of the owner of the room, whether it is the iron chain and shackles hanging from the ceiling, or the shackles decorated on the four walls of the room, the whip and other instruments (mostly torture instruments and sexual instruments), it clearly shows the bad taste of the owner of the room.
Next to the huge bed that can accommodate several people to sleep with, was a strong and tall woman lying on her side.
Her back was facing the door, her naked back and legs were exposed outside the bedding, obviously not wearing any clothes.
Under the thick lampshade, the light of the electric lamp also seemed a little dim, hazyly reflecting all kinds of scars spread across the woman's body.
On this woman's ankle, a thick metal shackle was tied. An iron chain hung from the shackles to the ground, and a huge iron ball was connected. This must have been the source of the sound that had just sounded and fell from the bed to the ground.
I think you usually don't share this room with others, right?
After sending all the waiters who heard the sound away, Carac sat down on the sofa in the living room and threw the letters he had just received on the coffee table.
Haha, yes, what's wrong with that bedroom you woke me up? Robles deliberately avoided the question. Did that black woman trick her?
No, look at this envelope Robles pointed at the desktop
Hum? Robles stretched his head over
Signature part Carac reminds
What's there
Is there something wrong, is it? Carac also put his body over
I'll see
Although the font, strokes, and strokes are all impeccable, I dare to assert that this signature is definitely not the mayor's handwriting! Based on my experience, this is a woman
I think there is nothing wrong with Ah? Robles sat upright
...No, no, look carefully. Although she deliberately increased her strength when she started writing, here, there are still some corners of these strokes.
Man, you are so awesome!
Robles reached out to stop Carac from continuing, uh, Master, you are so awesome, there was no one except me who could tell that this was written by Miraneya.
...When did it start? After a few seconds, Carac's eyes widened, and there's also a guy.
It has always been that since Miraneja became his secretary a month after he was so unimportant documents and instructions, all of which were written by her.
It's just nonsense! Carac held his forehead with his hands, Elson was too much
Do you trust Miraneya too much? That's certainly. Roberts leaned on the sofa, sooner or later she was Elson's woman
This woman, Carac, suddenly stood up, walked towards the bedroom door with her hands and feet, and signaled Robles to continue talking to him. It was very 'trouble'
Is it a little trouble Elson seems to have not succeeded yet, what are you doing?
What am I doing? Carac faced Robles and suddenly pushed open the door with his backhand. Should you ask what this woman is doing?
Looking inside through the door, everything seems to be the same in the room
However, the quilt originally placed on Helna's waist slid to the ground, and the words "Robs" branded on her hips and the bright red whip marks nearby were particularly eye-catching.
What, what's wrong? Robles didn't feel it was wrong
Carac turned around, glanced around the room, and shrugged awkwardly: Sorry, I might be too sensitive
Haha, Mr. Teacher, I told you that the iron ball is full of lead
Robles walked into the room and picked up the quilt from the ground, revealing the covered iron ball below.
Do you know how this bitch got here from the basement? I asked her to hold this iron ball and climb up one after another every time she was so tired that she couldn't climb, I would greet her with a whip from behind and look at her big ass. This bitch could only sleep like this or lie down tonight.
Robles, promise me two things
What is it?
Double the weight of the iron ball on this bitch's feet, and Carac looked up and his eyes fell on the wall with Robles's back facing
Also, you don’t use a few guys on the wall over there often, right?
It's not very useful, you want it all? Robles looked back and looked
No, I only have a few
Karak quietly looked at Helna who was pretending to be asleep, and then looked at the few things like vaginal expanders that were still shaking slightly on the wall. He asked with a smile, "Is there any thing that can be opened among those things? I mean, I can hold some gadgets or something."
Hum? I think about it, what do you want to use to install the two vaginal expanders and a pair of copper sticks over there?
Nothing, I haven't thought about it yet. Karak looked carefully this time, and Helna's body trembled. Who else usually comes to this place except your mysterious friend?
Ah Haha! This Robles is very embarrassed, no more, now only me, I often bring this bitch to play with that friend
No, no need
Carac held his fingers up and put them beside his mouth
No need to force anyone will have some secrets, right? Just like the letter in my hand, since it was sent to me, I have the right not to show you
Hahaha, yes, yes Robles nodded repeatedly
Are you really not curious? Seeing that Robles was so cheerful, Carac was a little unhappy. Are you really not worried about something going on in Elson?
He? Don't worry, what can happen to him? Robles is extremely confident. I believe in his strength
And luck Robles added another sentence
Jealousy, rage and black whip shadows filled the space between Saimen and Linhua. The rough whip landed on the surface of the originally smooth and flawless skin, crackling irregularly
After nearly an hour of whipping, for Linhua, the senses such as vision, hearing and smell have been exhausted, and the sense of time has become extremely blurred and seems to be getting slower and slower.
When did it start? Give up all spiritual and physical resistance and deliver dignity to the man in front of you to ravage and destroy
When the nipple are penetrated by sharp and hot steel cones and hung with lead sinkers that are heavy enough to pull the entire breast down, or are they then hung up again and baptized by whips and salt water?
Linhua doesn't understand, how could she have the energy to think about these things
Maybe there is still a trace of persistence?
Or maybe just a messy and complicated thoughts accidentally swam here?
After all, there is no point in thinking about these, because no matter how hard you try to think about it and how to find a place to shelter in your heart, the heart-wrenching pain will always come out from every corner of your body, mocking this futile action
Humph, are you two still unwilling to say it?
Finally, due to lack of physical strength, Saimen could not help but lower his arms
He sat down on the edge of the bed, took the teacup and drank it all, and then threw it hard to the ground, it was fine, the teacup was made of wooden
Hey! The guy over there was just about the time he was having a good time, why did he stop?
Two hours later, there was still no sign of showing weakness in Hannah's words and deeds, but her words were mixed with some sturdy breathing. Dora, you are lazy bitch! You can't even keep up with half of your master's whip!
Sorry, it's the master, he's too fast! Dora, who was also tired, bent down, leaned on her knees, panting
Just driven by fear, Dora, who originally intended to be without any respect for Hannah, had no reason or obligation to worry about Hannah's feelings
But out of jealousy of Linhua, Dora devoted her all her skills to the torture of Hannah Pattaya is not much inferior to that of Pattaya
In the intersecting attack of these two people on Hannah, Saimen finally adapted to the cooperation of the Wujian whip.
As a result, when Pattaya collapsed in the bed, Dora could not keep up with the progress of the Scooter.
Hannah, what happened next. Looking at Linhua, who seemed to be in a coma, she looked at the burning fire again. Saimen raised his voice. If the whip is not good, the next thing is to make a spoil, yes, charcoal?
Oh, so what? Do you want me to give me some advice on the furnace temperature, or the torture part, little guy? Hannah deliberately spread her legs wide open and exposed her blood-red inner thighs to Saimen
A strand of hair slid from the forehead to the side of the face, Linhua's eyebrows moved slightly, and then she returned to the static like a sculpture.
Linhua didn't answer directly, but Saimen was sure that she heard it
According to past experience
Torturing a traitor or torture is just the beginning. After experiencing various criminal laws, you often have to end it with a soldering iron regardless of whether you confess or not.
That's because no one who can withstand the torture has appeared yet
When the red iron block (sometimes iron rod) sizzles on the flesh, or just hangs on the wound to release terrifying heat, or approaches some sensitive parts of the lower body, no matter how hard the guy is, he will beg for mercy. Of course, no matter what, the soldering iron will always fall in the end
After that, it depends on the gender of the traitor and the mood of the torturer (mostly Ruke)
Men can usually get the last thing they ask for in their lives soon.
For women, especially those beautiful women who belong to Hannah's old subordinates (the two female traitors and a female spy I have caught in the past two years are Hannah's former subordinates), this last short life will become extremely long, so long that they even think that they have lived too long without exception. This is due to Ruk (and his subordinates)'s interest and talent in torture while fully venting their desires.
However, for these traitors, whether it is men or women, whether it is to survive or die, the only last fate is equal: a sack full of stones and a small sea bed far away from the land
I remember the time I treated you two years ago
The scene in front of you evokes the memories of Saimen. That time, you were covered in wounds, this guy Ruke was so cruel. How did you provoke him?
Why do you think of asking this? Well, it's okay to tell you. Hannah smiled strangely. It was the first time she met him. One night, he took people to ambush Chalong's traveler in the south.
Then what?
Saimen waved his hand and asked Dora to retreat aside. He used tongs to pick up a piece of red-burned charcoal from the stove. If this punishment is done, I'd better come in person. I said, "You're snatching Ruk's "business"? Didn't you do this kind of work at that time?
Saimen used his left hand to gesture to take out his wallet, raised his tongs and walked towards Hannah.
If it's not 'robbing', then at most it's 'smashing'. Hannah sneered, who told him to rob a sheep that I've already attacked
You have to keep three of them, you can't steal all at once. The old rules in your industry are not the same, but no one should care about these old and outdated rules now, right? Even Linhua may not be able to abide by them.
Saimen smiled, shook the front of the tongs, and gestured not far in front of Hannah. Could that three-pointer be left to someone like Ruke?
Bah! You know what a bullshit if it was that simple, he wouldn't mess with me. Hannah stuck out her tongue at the charcoal block and looked like she wanted to lick it
Who provoked who Ah? Saimen quickly pulled the charcoal block back a little and then, you go and stand up for the unlucky guy?
It was Ah, I just walked to Ruke, and then Hannah suddenly kicked into Saemon's crotch, and then it was like this
Saimen was so scared that he took a big step back, but the toes were still slightly rubbed between his legs. Hannah was very good at grasping her position.
Wow, Ruk must not have suffered him. Saimon let out a long sigh, his face twisted unconsciously. I felt pain when I heard it
The Chalong man who had lost his fortune took the opportunity to escape, and I left, leaving only Ruk there to perform for his men and roll on the spot, that's it
Hannah maintained balance with the toes of her left foot, stretched her right leg straight, raised her high, and raised her head. The only difference between Hannah's legs was not tied with ropes.
You call this "good luck"? That's right, maybe you really saved him. Saimon suddenly noticed that Hannah was posing in a position that she didn't usually use.
This posture is good, looks great, and it is also very "convenient". Do you want to add another shackle on it? You can save some effort
Bad boy, stop deliberately irritating my appetite. I have pointed you in the way. What are you waiting for?
Hanna's eyes stared at the dimmed charcoal block, and it would be cold if it didn't fit on it.
Just like the meaning of spreading your legs apart, Saimen understood that Hannah wanted to attack the inner side of her thigh first.
OK, Hannah is anxious. Saimen is around Hannah. It would be better to come from here. I don't want to be hit by your legs.
Then let's have a gamble? Hannah turned her head and licked a whip mark on her raised thigh. Before you remove the charcoal, my feet would fall below my neck
Just what?
Saimon never doubted that Hannah could withstand this punishment, but she was a little unbelievable while enduring the pain while maintaining this difficult balance posture.
But don't bet like "do it again" as a bet, then you will only make a "earning"
If I can't do it, I'll say everything I've seen before. Hannah whistled
… Take it seriously? Saimen frowned
Who really said that my bad guy is a coward who dares not use a soldering iron, but only uses charcoal. Hannah took a deep breath and tightened her legs. Come on, scratch me the itch.
The thighs covered with whip marks were full of muscles due to the blood rushing, and they were raised straight in the air, which aroused Saimen's heart-wrenching heart.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch it before sneering and pressing the charcoal on Hannah's body
Ah Hannah finally stopped being as ease as before. This time, she tried her best and howled
Beneath the soft skin, thick and tight muscles were stroking the palms on Hannah's thighs, and Saimen felt the trembling there
It seemed to overflow from the bones and then spread from the muscles to the skin. Saimen could even feel his body trembling slightly.
Hannah's chin was raised high, her tight belly and hips outlined wide, thin and undulating waist lines, her slender legs stretched up and down into a line, and her curled soles of her toes were twisted to the limit due to pain. Almost perfect bow shape
Uh Ah Hannah's howling louder, but not harsh, and Saimon found it difficult to detect the pain from it.
This sound seems to be Hannah's moaning at orgasm, but it's much stronger than usual. Saimen has heard it too many times, so he will never remember it wrong
Saimen twisted his wrist, gently rubbed the charcoal block, quietly admiring the crazy twisting body in front of him
Whenever the hot charcoal blocks rubbed a tiny angle on the skin, Hannah responded to the malice of Symphon with the strongest shouting and spasms without reservation.
After a while, perhaps the heat of the charcoal had been almost consumed, Hannah's body's reaction slowed down and she twitched, clasped the tongs, changed the charcoal block to an angle, and poked forward with force.
The cheers full of passion and joy sounded louder again after a moment of decline, and waves of trembling became more frequent and intense than before.
Hannah was immersed in the supreme pleasure brought by this special sexual fetish, and released her desire and pleasure through her body.
Saimen suddenly remembered that whether it was normal sex or punishment, Hannah might have never reached such a climax in her hands. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that it was much stronger than usual.
Saimen couldn't help but sigh. He doubted whether he was owing Hannah in normal times because of his inappropriate mercy and ruthlessness that she never enjoyed it so happily and thoroughly.
This ridiculous and terrifying thought flashed through Saimen's mind
You... this... a little bad person, you really have
After Saimen lifted the charcoal a little, Hannah immediately gasped
It's different from the agreed one, and it's a sneak attack? I, I can't help it?
In a arrogant tone, Hannah rarely admits her surrenders and is willing to accept the loss. Not long before Saimen lifts the charcoal block, her legs fall back to the ground.
To Hannah's expectation, the first piece of charcoal was pressed on her hips, not on her thighs
I didn't promise that I would do what you said, and Saimen threw the charcoal back into the stove and picked up a new one.
Moreover, I have never said that I will let you go as soon as you beg for mercy
The next moment, in Hannah's horrified eyes, Saemon went around the front and stuffed the charcoal between Hannah's thighs.
Chi
A small cluster of blue smoke rose from Hannah's thighs, and the temperature of the charcoal block was higher this time
AhAhAhAhAhAhAhAhAh! Hannah, who was unprepared, tensed up again, raised her head and shouted loudly
This is for your punishment for disrespect for me in front of others, enjoy it! Saimon whispered in Hannah's ear, while reaching his other hand to her buttocks, slapping the wound that had just been burned there.
Oh AhAhAhAh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh! There was no room for response, Hannah used her only breath to scream
The grim Symon kept flipping his wrists, and the scorching charcoal that rubbed violently with the wound forced Hannah to spread her legs apart.
But because he was lifted at a subtle height, he could only barely support his toes to the ground and his weak body with excessive overdrawing of strength, Hanna could only watch Saimen do whatever he wanted between her thighs
Don't worry, this wound is not very bad, it should not be difficult to heal
While slapping, Saimen selectively pressed the skin on the buttocks that had been scalded.
Much better than two years ago, after all, it wasn't made with iron blocks
Huh, stinky brat has grown up, uh!
Finally, Hannah, whose entire lower body was trembling, released her clenched fist, raised her index finger and middle finger on her left hand. This is a safety signal for the end of the game between Hannah and Saimen.
Give you a minute to take a breath
Saimen loosens the charcoal block and supports the tongs next to the charcoal furnace
He bent down slightly at Hannah, and raised his head, posing in a very awkward position, then sternly shouted: "Stupid bitch, spit out everything you know, isn't Ruk doing things like this?"
Ha? It's far from it, he is not as good as you
There is no way to do that. Who told you to be my woman? Saimon hugged Hanna from behind
Oh, really, I just like you. Hannah leaned her head back and put it on Saemon's shoulder
Really? The goalkeeper reached into his plump breasts, paying attention to avoiding the wounds there, and gently rubbing them, enjoying the familiar feel
I lost this time, but I almost surrendered. Hannah turned her head to Dora and signaled her to loosen her body.
Almost? He obviously surrendered, but the stubborn woman seems to be a little drooping. Will it be too heavy? Saimen played with the spherical chest pendant hanging on her nipples and weighed its weight
It's a bit heavy, not jewelry. These shot puts are originally torture tools. When throwing them, they will hurt so much that I can wear them for a while.
Hanna took a deep breath, looked at Linhua, who was lowering her head and silently silenced, and sighed in a rather regretful and helpless tone, and asked me to say that I think that bitch, maybe there is no betrayal.
Is that true
Saimen was in a daze for a moment, and the strength in his hands also weakened a little.
Considering another possibility, Saimen is more willing to just cultivate his own power secretly, plot against rebellion, or break away from his own control.
Don't be so disappointed, boy Hannah has moved her skills that have just gained freedom. Do you really think the bitch over there will go out to find a man because of her desire? How many fucking hell are there at a time?
What did you see? The Sitoukville holder always raised his lower body and pressed against Hanna's waist during the second half of the execution.
Well, let's start from the day you fainted
Hannah broke free from the embrace of Saimen and dragged Saimen to the bed
Dora, carry the sow out of me, and then go to the door of the house to guard it
Dora carried Pattaya, which was still sleeping in bed, left the basement and placed it on the second floor
Afterwards, despite her extreme dissatisfaction, she still dragged her exhausted body to the gate of the house and put a whistle. Hannah's orders must not be violated.
We're the only one left
Hannah smiled and pressed Saimen down on the bed
She rode on Saemon's lower body, lifted the red hair that was blocking her forehead, leaned over and fell to Saemon's chest, licking his sweaty skin there.
Linhua is also here. Saimen tried to push Hanna away, but she failed. You can really hold on and take a shower next door first. It is better to treat the wound?
Saimen explores the crisscrossing scars on Hannah's back, and there are several heavier whips. If not treated in time, the wound may worsen.
That day, I could have been sticking behind my butt with Mier Kelinhua all the way, so I turned around for a few circles and walked around her behind.
He took Saimen's kindness and Hannah said it on her own
When I arrived at the dock, I met Mi'er coming out of the broken boat
Well, that's the beginning? Is this your "confession"?
Although Hannah has been showing off, Saimen knew in her heart that she hadn't had a good rest for two days, so she would definitely be very tired.
Seeing that Hannah had no intention of moving for the moment, Saimen put her waist with one hand and pressed her head on the side of her pillow with the other hand, constantly stroking her
It's Ah, it's Ah, my extremely noble adult, the humble female slave can no longer bear the pain of your gift. I beg you for forgiveness. Can you shut up now?
OK, okay, you say it first. After hearing this familiar tone, Saimen closed his mouth tactfully, but his heart was full of bad intentions and thinking about how to deal with this stubborn woman next time
Mi'er came out of the boat in a panic, and she was dragging a girl with blue hair, probably the one you and Haiya were looking for, and she was hitting Linhua.
I have met this girl, and she seems very thin. Mi'er can escape safely by dragging this burden. I think Linhua has no intention of stopping them at all, right?
Maybe, maybe it was because of her little lover who was thinking about her, and after a few words to Mi'er, he rushed in.
What did she say?
It's too far away, I didn't hear it. Hanna paused and thrust behind her. You'll ask her later.
I will, continue. Saimen glanced at Linhua quietly, but didn't notice any reaction from her.
At that time, I was still hesitating whether to follow Mi'er first, but after hearing Linhua rush into the cabin and shout your name
I couldn't bear to leave? The two sweaty bodies hugged each other tightly. Saimen felt a little uncomfortable, so he suggested: Let's take a shower first?
Ha, what can I bear to let go? Anyway, your chief beauty will carry you to Mi'er's house and bandage you, you obviously didn't even scratch your skin and then stayed by the bed, waiting for you to see her at first sight after you woke up
Hannah clearly felt jealous when she said these words
I'm a little tired, I'll be there later
I heard it right, are you jealous? Then next time you ask Xiaoke to come here, then you can stay by my side and wait for me to get rid of you.
Seeing Hannah having a rare awkwardness, Saimen made a joke
By the way, I can help you take a shower?
Xiaoke? That little vixen, I'm afraid she will eat you before I come to guard you. You really want to try it? If you insist on getting hit, I will give her a mace in advance
Hannah grabbed one of Saemon's nipple and nipped it with two rows of teeth
I'm fine now.
Speaking of Xiaoke, I really don’t know how to deal with her now. I have thought about it before. If someone really wants to start a business from me one day, she is the most likely one. Should I find an opportunity to "remediate" her?
Saimen remembered the stupid things he had done on Hannah's nipples before (although Hannah was also responsible that time), and pushed Hannah, who was grinding her teeth on her chest with lingering fear.
You can lie in the bathtub, I will clean you from head to toe. Finally, Saimen did not forget to add: Of course, it is with salt water.
Well, that's what you can consider. Hannah turned over and lay wide open beside Saimen
Are you referring to the remediation of Xiaoke? Or salt water?
All Hannah patted Saemon's chest, went to take a shower, carried me on her back
(Neil on October 5, 1900, 5:00 am, Ram City, Outer City)
Sorry, Mr. Carac, I've disturbed your rest. Here is an urgent message for you!
Uh, woke up by the very inappropriate knock on the door, Karak rubbed his nose and lifted the quilt
Even though there are fine wine and food, the dinner that one drinks by oneself is a bit boring
Robles was busy meeting guests and had no time to pay attention to Carac and he and the visitor of unknown origin seemed to have been chatting until late and took Helna to the big bathroom.
In the basement, the woman named Mary is resting
Staying up late to work is not uncommon for Carac, but forcibly overdrawing prisoners to catch up with the progress and torture them continuously is another matter
Doing that sometimes backfires, especially for people like Mary who are very physically and mentally strong
So, Carac had to drink the stuffy wine alone for more than two hours, but it was not too boring. Robles carefully prepared a whole table of top-notch dishes in the style of Charon for Carac. After taking a shower in a well-decorated personal bathroom, he went back to the room to fall asleep under the guidance of the waiter.
Putting aside work, Karak is actually a person who pays great attention to his personal life.
He never smokes, doesn't drink much, and only drinks high-end wine. He has basically never drunk much during his military career in Chalong, but after coming to Ram, he has a great alcohol tolerance
In addition, Carac attached great importance to sleep and almost reached the point of being nitpicking
The first thing he did after Ram made his first pot of gold was to spend all his money on a bed, a set of bedding and quilt pillows
Not such a good bed, I really want to sleep for a while, it's a pity. As a soldier, Karak, who said he said "urgent" and said, "Carak, who said he was sleepy, complained.
In less than twenty seconds, Carac was finished wearing it. He opened the door and secretly unscrewed a pen in front of the bed and hid it in the palm of his hand in case of accidents.
Mr. Carac, disturbed
The waiter waiting outside the house was the waiter who had previously stopped Carac who insisted on meeting Robles and the mysterious visitor and led him to the dining room
He was half bent over at this time, with one hand behind his back and the other holding the letter in front of him, handing it to Karak
Very good. Carac took the letter from him. Very standard Chalong etiquette, are you from Chalong?
Thank you, my mother is, sir, please pull the bell rope beside the bed if you have any needs
The waiter with his hands behind his back, bent down and saluted again, took two steps back, and then turned away. His movements were brisk and capable, without any sluggish feeling.
This! Just seeing the envelope, Carac tensed up and the pen in his hand almost fell off
In this emergency envelope dedicated to Ram City Hall, except for Mr. Carac's tribute, there are only four words "Elson Send" by Elsen, except for Mr. Carlack's tribute.
Robles! Robles! Carac shouted immediately, running towards the exit of the house
What's wrong, Mr. Carac? The waiter who had just walked away arrived after hearing the news, and he had to trot all the way to keep up with Carac's footsteps
Who sent this letter? When did it? Carac almost jumped down the stairs in one step
Please slow down! Just now, this letter was just stuffed into the quotation port on the door.
Although it seemed that he could only barely keep up with Carac's pace, the waiter's breathing and body did not appear to be disordered.
Such a strange letter, you didn't open the door and go out to see the sender? Hearing this, Carac, who had already gone down to the first floor, stopped, but there was a clear reproach in his words
Sorry, adults
The waiter stopped quickly and almost hit Carac's back
Please forgive me for being rude, but the urgent documents sent from the town hall to Mr. Robles are almost the same.
Like this? No postmark, hand delivery? Carac held up the envelope and shook it in front of the waiter's eyes. He understood that it would be useless to chase the person who sent the letter at this time.
Yes, the waiter seemed to be infected by Carac's emotions and seemed very nervous.
Then this sign, Carac suddenly silenced
What's wrong?
...Nothing. Carac glanced at the envelope again, woke Roberts up, quickly say I'll forget it, I'll go find him personally
This is probably inappropriate, sir, the waiter subconsciously blocked Carac's face.
I know it's not right, and why it's not right. Carac smiled, easily pushed the waiter away and strode up the stairs. I'll explain to Robles, you're doing a good job.
...Thank you, Mr. Carac. I deeply understand the strength gap between myself and Carac. In addition, there are not many people on the night market today, so the waiter can only let Carac leave
Carac clearly remembers that when Robles first brought him here two years ago, the house had only two floors, but now, including the attic, it has four floors.
Walking on the stairs from the second to third floors, Karak was more or less moved
Time flies, this is the third year I have come to Ram. For a person who has lost almost everything, today's wealth and status are coming too quickly.
First, he started with an official from the Chamber of Commerce, and then he was in charge of grain import and export. Then he introduced him to the officials in the city hall.
Then there is Robles, and finally Mayor Elson
From not knowing each other before to being able to play with women in the same room, it took less than four months to develop.
In a sense, Carac is definitely a genius
Good women, fair women, and noble ladies, using their bodies and inner voids as springboards, Carac is mixed among the nobles, like a fish in water
Either playing a down-and-out Chalon nobleman or just being a slim and snobbish pimp, Carac has a precise and unmistakable insight into people's hearts, wandering between people's desire for money and sex, and finding his own place.
However, this alone cannot last long, and Carac had long realized this
To find a true friend, or a reliable allies, you need one more thing
That's true heart
True This thing is not uncommon, but unfortunately, the richer people are, the weaker their existence will be.
The poor are obviously not Carac's ideal goal
During the months of searching, when Carac thought he could only stop there, he unexpectedly discovered an unusual relationship between Robles and Elson.
Ram people have long been accustomed to the exchange of interests between money and power. This kind of behavior that is explicitly prohibited by law is taken for granted, so that they can walk in broad daylight.
Therefore, no one would pay too much attention to the strangeness between Robles and Elson and point fingers at them.
But this strange thing can't be hidden from Carac's eyes
Elson, a person at the peak of power in Ram City
At the same time, this person's personal reputation and charm are extraordinary
Even if you look at the entire Ramur continent, I'm afraid only Emperor Chalong can compete with one of them.
This is a person that Carac had no desire to climb up from the beginning, but was eager to meet
Robles, a rookie at the Ram Chamber of Commerce, an elite figure of the younger generation after the war, but despite this, his status is still far from Elson
Such two people are mixed together, and in the eyes of ordinary people, there is only one possibility no matter how you think about it.
(Before confirming that both of these two people’s sexual orientations are normal, Carac had considered another rare one, which he thought was ridiculous.)
From not knowing each other, following the two with caution, to being familiar with Robles, selling them the beauty they like in the secret place Robles prepared, to being able to attend the two of them at close range
Carac discovered something strange
Their relationship between these two people is so good, so good that it is abnormal
Their status is so different, but their private relationships seem equal everywhere
Earlier, in front of me, the two of them would pretend to be familiar with each other, and then they would no longer hide it.
These two are real friends
To confirm this, Carac ruled out all kinds of possibilities
Is Roberts holding some handle to Elson?
They are actually related?
Or is Elson doing this to most people in private?
Only after denying them one by one did Carac come to this incredible conclusion that he had come to.
The next thing is easy to do, but it's really a bit unaccustomed to Carac, that is, he doesn't hide himself, be honest with them about Charon's past, and treat them with sincerity.
Facts also prove that Carac's judgment is as correct as ever
The only thing that surprised Carac was that compared to Roberts, who had all the joys, angers, sorrows and happiness on his face, he actually gained the trust of Mayor Elson first.
It is precisely because of this that in addition to respect and trust, Carac also feels grateful to Elson.
Currently, Elson is in Charon, has lost contact with himself and Robles, and is likely to be plotted against and is in danger.
Under such circumstances, whether out of public or selfishness, it is difficult for Karak to maintain his usual calmness.
Secondly, Carac's attitude towards Robles is also somewhat incomprehensible.
Although Robles was completely unaware of most insider information, he was not in a hurry at all when he lost contact with Alson, and he had the time to play with women.
(What the waiter said just now is nothing more than what he and Helna did)
As for the mysterious person who Robles was unwilling to reveal the news to him, it was even more worrying at this critical moment. It was probably not a coincidence that Robles met with a guest with such a special identity.
Since you treat me as a friend, don't keep me in the dark Ah Karak thought indignantly
Robles! Get up! Something is wrong. Carac knocked on the bedroom door of the third floor suite, and urged Robles to get up loudly.
Uh... Hum? Robles's murmur came from the room, followed by a muffled sound, as if something had fallen on the wooden floor
Robles?
Carac? Well...let me sleep for a while. Robles's voice was full of fatigue
I'm very worried about Elson, open the door quickly!
...Okay, I'll come now. Robles's voice was lazy and without any tension. What could happen to that guy?
... When the untidy Robles slowly opened the door in front of him, through the gap between his huge body and the door, Carac glanced at the scene inside the door, feeling helpless
In the middle of this luxuriously decorated bedroom is an extremely large bed, but whether it is the iron chains and shackles hanging from the ceiling, the shackles, whips and other instruments (mostly torture instruments and sexual instruments), it clearly shows the bad taste of the owner of the room, whether it is the iron chain and shackles hanging from the ceiling, or the shackles decorated on the four walls of the room, the whip and other instruments (mostly torture instruments and sexual instruments), it clearly shows the bad taste of the owner of the room.
Next to the huge bed that can accommodate several people to sleep with, was a strong and tall woman lying on her side.
Her back was facing the door, her naked back and legs were exposed outside the bedding, obviously not wearing any clothes.
Under the thick lampshade, the light of the electric lamp also seemed a little dim, hazyly reflecting all kinds of scars spread across the woman's body.
On this woman's ankle, a thick metal shackle was tied. An iron chain hung from the shackles to the ground, and a huge iron ball was connected. This must have been the source of the sound that had just sounded and fell from the bed to the ground.
I think you usually don't share this room with others, right?
After sending all the waiters who heard the sound away, Carac sat down on the sofa in the living room and threw the letters he had just received on the coffee table.
Haha, yes, what's wrong with that bedroom you woke me up? Robles deliberately avoided the question. Did that black woman trick her?
No, look at this envelope Robles pointed at the desktop
Hum? Robles stretched his head over
Signature part Carac reminds
What's there
Is there something wrong, is it? Carac also put his body over
I'll see
Although the font, strokes, and strokes are all impeccable, I dare to assert that this signature is definitely not the mayor's handwriting! Based on my experience, this is a woman
I think there is nothing wrong with Ah? Robles sat upright
...No, no, look carefully. Although she deliberately increased her strength when she started writing, here, there are still some corners of these strokes.
Man, you are so awesome!
Robles reached out to stop Carac from continuing, uh, Master, you are so awesome, there was no one except me who could tell that this was written by Miraneya.
...When did it start? After a few seconds, Carac's eyes widened, and there's also a guy.
It has always been that since Miraneja became his secretary a month after he was so unimportant documents and instructions, all of which were written by her.
It's just nonsense! Carac held his forehead with his hands, Elson was too much
Do you trust Miraneya too much? That's certainly. Roberts leaned on the sofa, sooner or later she was Elson's woman
This woman, Carac, suddenly stood up, walked towards the bedroom door with her hands and feet, and signaled Robles to continue talking to him. It was very 'trouble'
Is it a little trouble Elson seems to have not succeeded yet, what are you doing?
What am I doing? Carac faced Robles and suddenly pushed open the door with his backhand. Should you ask what this woman is doing?
Looking inside through the door, everything seems to be the same in the room
However, the quilt originally placed on Helna's waist slid to the ground, and the words "Robs" branded on her hips and the bright red whip marks nearby were particularly eye-catching.
What, what's wrong? Robles didn't feel it was wrong
Carac turned around, glanced around the room, and shrugged awkwardly: Sorry, I might be too sensitive
Haha, Mr. Teacher, I told you that the iron ball is full of lead
Robles walked into the room and picked up the quilt from the ground, revealing the covered iron ball below.
Do you know how this bitch got here from the basement? I asked her to hold this iron ball and climb up one after another every time she was so tired that she couldn't climb, I would greet her with a whip from behind and look at her big ass. This bitch could only sleep like this or lie down tonight.
Robles, promise me two things
What is it?
Double the weight of the iron ball on this bitch's feet, and Carac looked up and his eyes fell on the wall with Robles's back facing
Also, you don’t use a few guys on the wall over there often, right?
It's not very useful, you want it all? Robles looked back and looked
No, I only have a few
Karak quietly looked at Helna who was pretending to be asleep, and then looked at the few things like vaginal expanders that were still shaking slightly on the wall. He asked with a smile, "Is there any thing that can be opened among those things? I mean, I can hold some gadgets or something."
Hum? I think about it, what do you want to use to install the two vaginal expanders and a pair of copper sticks over there?
Nothing, I haven't thought about it yet. Karak looked carefully this time, and Helna's body trembled. Who else usually comes to this place except your mysterious friend?
Ah Haha! This Robles is very embarrassed, no more, now only me, I often bring this bitch to play with that friend
No, no need
Carac held his fingers up and put them beside his mouth
No need to force anyone will have some secrets, right? Just like the letter in my hand, since it was sent to me, I have the right not to show you
Hahaha, yes, yes Robles nodded repeatedly
Are you really not curious? Seeing that Robles was so cheerful, Carac was a little unhappy. Are you really not worried about something going on in Elson?
He? Don't worry, what can happen to him? Robles is extremely confident. I believe in his strength
And luck Robles added another sentence
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