Imperial Calendar 1608; Early Winter.
"Third and Fourth Squads—advance four steps! Sixth and Eighth Squads—shift left three steps!"
On Febenli City's grand training field, a simulated live-combat drill was underway. Three hundred carefully selected red-clad knights formed a circular defensive formation, facing off against a 2,000-man infantry spear unit. Though they used wooden spears and blades, both sides fought with full intensity—because several high-ranking officers were present to observe today.
The one issuing commands was Andre himself. As expected of a general's son, he mastered formations thoroughly. In just about two months, he had already trained an elite unit.
This 300-man legion was hand-picked from thirty thousand soldiers—true one-in-a-hundred elites. They were equipped with the finest and most expensive light magic-resistant armor and small round shields, top-grade Diyari entrance warhorses, dwarf-forged high-quality steel cavalry sabers, and most importantly—magic stone repeating crossbows with a 500-step range that I personally designed, plus explosive arrows with mid-tier magical power. They were unquestionably the north's premier elite cavalry.
I whispered a few words to Riando's ear. He immediately summoned Andre back. Beside Andre stood his two vice-captains: Fadu and Enwa. Behind them was a fifty-something, short but powerfully built veteran soldier—Riando's assigned assistant to Andre, with thirty years of campaign experience. His name was Danerbi.
Andre led his men in a military salute: "This subordinate greets my lord."
"No need for formalities."
"Thank you, my lord."
"The training seems incomplete."
"Yes, my apologies. 'Defense' is fully trained, but 'breakthrough' and 'reconnaissance' are still lacking slightly. Cavalry archery skills also have room for improvement."
"But I depart for the capital in two days. Can you make it in time?"
"Please rest assured, my lord—Andre will do his utmost."
"Good."
"My lord, one more thing—does our personal guard need a name?"
"Mm… indeed… Any good suggestions, everyone?"
Aiyela beside me jumped in: "How about 'Dead Man Scythe Squad'?"
"Too long and stinky—like a bandit name. Next."
Riando laughed: "What about 'Beggar Clothes Brigade'?"
"Only deaf, dumb, and lame would use that name. Next."
Danerbi said: "Call it 'Go Die Go Die Corps.' That name's got enough dominance—sure to be remembered for eternity."
"Good, but too much resentment…"
The Old Master said: "My lord—better name it yourself."
"Sigh… needs to be simple and memorable… Let's call it… 'Flame Dragon Knights'… Eh… hey… where are you all going?" The officers looked at me with utter boredom and silently walked away.
Two months had passed since the Harvest Festival ended. In just a few days, I would depart for the capital. For someone used to roaming the world and battling everywhere, I surprisingly felt a bit nervous.
"Ibesha greets Master."
"Lahi greets Cook Wheel—Cook Wheel!"
"Heh heh heh… Good girls—stand up."
Dressed in maid uniforms, Ibesha and Lahi obediently rose. Their outfits differed slightly—Lahi wore a blue silk scarf around her neck, while Ibesha had a pure black dog collar. Besides the maid dress, Ibesha also wore silver wire-framed glasses I personally crafted. This four-eyed maid look was both quiet and cute—no one would guess she was actually a lewd little bitch.
Ibesha affectionately wrapped around my arm. Lahi followed suit—holding the Dream Fantasy Egg in one hand while looping her other arm through mine. Their full breasts pressed against me—comfortably soft.
Over these two months, Ibesha had learned to walk and speak again. She began working and self-studying in the book tower. Being close in age, she became Lahi's best friend—like real sisters, always together. Since Lahi came from poverty and always longed to read, she learned perfectly from Ibesha.
Besides Lahi, it turned out Jenna didn't know imperial script either. As a result, they often hid in the book tower reading novels. To make it convenient for Ibesha's work, I even built a small house beside the book tower for her to live in. Of course, at night when it was quiet… heh heh heh… HAHAHAHA… (lewd laugh x1000)
For both me and Ibesha, this lifestyle was quite satisfying.
"By the way—where's Jenna?"
"Reporting to Master—big sister Jenna is practicing with big sister Da Sha at the training ground."
"You two don't need to accompany me—go play."
"Yes, Master."
Watching Ibesha and Lahi hand-in-hand, wagging their hips and skirts toward the book tower, I felt a bit comforted. According to Ibesha's own account, her origins were far higher than Asadu claimed. Her father was originally a southeastern lord with baron rank. But one year, he offended one of the four great princes—Prince Litolun—and after a failed battle against pirates, was harshly criticized and demoted.
Poor Ibesha's entire family was arrested. She fell into Litolun's hands, later bought at high price by Asadu, tuned into a bitch, then passed to me. Even more surprising—she had also attended Taoraria Academy for one year, making her my little junior sister. She had even heard many rumors about me.
As for the disguised Da Sha—the Semen-Sucking Lady—she kept a low profile, only occasionally coming to my room at night. In the past half month, Jenna often dragged her to sword practice. In swordsmanship, she was far from Jenna's match—this training was quite hard for her. Yet with her astonishing willpower, she persisted and benefited greatly.
Jenna didn't speak up, but her reason for training hard was also for this capital trip. Truly tough on her. Pushing open the training ground door, I saw Jenna and Da Sha had just finished practice—sweaty and resting on the bench.
Jenna was fine, but Da Sha's red combat outfit was truly sexy—outlining her explosive figure perfectly.
"Jenna, Da Sha—come bathe with Master."
"Yes, Master."
The two exchanged wry smiles but didn't disobey. They put away their swords and followed me to the indoor grand bathroom in the garden. Built when Ibesha's new house was added—beside the original pool—it had three large pools of different temperatures, each able to accommodate ten people.
After they stripped naked and jumped in without hesitation, I enjoyed the bliss of being flanked by beauties on both sides.
"By the way, Da Sha—are you coming with me to the capital?"
"Heh heh heh… My brilliant master—I'm an assassin, not a songstress. Such a flashy place doesn't suit me."
"Fair enough. Then stay behind and take care of Xiao Sha."
"Eh? Master's not bringing her? This girl clings to you most—she shouldn't refuse to follow… Mm… Ah—Master, where are you touching?"
"You call me Master—Master touches wherever he likes."
"Oh… sorry… It's Da Sha's fault… Master… please punish this little bitch."
My hand wandered to Jenna—she immediately squeaked: "Master… ah… this has nothing to do with Jenna… oh…"
"You think one Da Sha can handle Master's peerless Demon Lance?"
Mentioning the Demon Lance, both Jenna and Da Sha melted against me. In these two months, the Demon Lance's power had completely subdued them—let alone the other lewd beasts and tuning techniques.
I left the pool and lay on the massage bed beside it, beckoning them. They blushed and came to serve me. Da Sha was bolder and more indulgent—she lathered soap all over her body and began giving me a full-body massage.
Impressive!
I didn't know how to describe it. Da Sha was a voluptuous woman full of flesh. She hugged my right leg, her legs clamping my thigh, while my calf nestled between her massive breasts. She was fully immersed—treating my smelly foot like a lover. Not only passionately embracing it, but licking the sole with her tongue, sucking each toe clean—even the gaps. Her lower body rubbed against my thigh nonstop, her thick oyster lips grinding deliciously.
In these two months, I discovered Da Sha's masochism wasn't weaker than Xiao Sha's—strictly speaking, it was self-abuse. When Fina wasn't around, they naturally became excellent objects for lewd abuse.
"Jenna—you're becoming less and less slave-like. Even a little dog is bolder than you."
"Master…"
Jenna shyly joined our lewd feast, placing my arm between her legs to rub with her lower body. Flanked by two beauties front and back, massaged by their bodies—it was indescribably satisfying. My cock instinctively sprang up.
"Hey—which little dog goes first?"
"Me!"
After all, Da Sha was bold and lustful. She answered and pounced on me, automatically taking my cock inside her. Perhaps because I was leaving the north soon, she showed a hint of urgency—immediately unleashing her ultimate technique. A powerful suction formed inside her, drawing my cock toward her depths.
"Heh heh heh… moth to flame." I activated Evil Book power, locking Crimson Eye on Da Sha's eyes. The Demon Lance expanded—filling her completely, no gap left. Contact with my Crimson Eye made Da Sha tremble—her piston motion slowing as she stared dazedly at me.
"Da Sha—who am I?"
"Master…"
"Da Sha is Master's what?"
"Da Sha is… Master's beauty bitch…"
"You're a worthless bitch—can't speak, can't walk, don't need clothes. You're the lowest creature in the world—your only value is pleasing Master. Now show your worth of living."
If it were the usual Semen-Sucking Lady, with my current mental level, I couldn't dominate her strong mind. But she was playing Da Sha—enjoying pet life in this comfortable mansion—so she had no defense against my invasion. Her expression gradually relaxed.
Besides Crimson Eye, I chanted a spell—igniting her desire with the Blood Collar on her neck. The Blood Collar glowed faintly red on her throat—like a real collar. Da Sha's body flushed rapidly, blood surging through her.
"Woof woof!"
Da Sha crouched over me, massive breasts pressing my chest. She transformed into a bitch in heat—not only clamping my Demon Lance tightly but enthusiastically licking my face to please me. I laughed and called her "good girl," hands gripping her big ass to intensify her movements.
Jenna watched wide-eyed—stopping her "work," stunned at Da Sha fully immersed in bitch role. Her disheveled wet long hair swayed wildly—no human shame left. She happily barked while vigorously grinding her hips.
My Demon Lance reached its hardest, hottest state—the giant filling Da Sha completely. With slight movement, the tip skillfully circled and rubbed her deepest core. Da Sha trembled violently—happy tears and snot flowing. I loved seeing beauties reduced to drooling messes. I extended the Demon Lance slightly—striking her core. Bitch Da Sha furrowed her brows, drooling while moving. The Blood Collar on her neck suddenly flashed red.
Yes—the Blood Collar displayed Da Sha's sexual response. When aroused, it appeared faintly red. During intercourse, it slowly turned deeper red. Nearing climax, it became peach pink and pulsed. Other colors showed different reactions—details inconvenient to list during sex, please forgive.
"Heh heh heh… not even a hundred thrusts and you're coming? Not so easy."
As the red light flashed, Da Sha's bodily reactions were fully exposed. I watched the Blood Collar's pulse quicken. Just before climax, I released third-level medium electricity. The harshly shocked Da Sha instinctively arched her back, spine bending sharply—drool and snot spraying wildly.
Electric Eel Form's power wasn't just stimulation—this ultimate technique had six levels. First two were low-tier, just for fun. Third and fourth were mid-tier—electricity several times stronger, instantly killing climax. Last two were no joke. Da Sha had tasted fifth-level electricity—taking a week to walk normally afterward.
The nearing climax was forcibly shocked away by electricity. Da Sha collapsed powerlessly onto me—the Blood Collar's flashing slowed. Demon Lance was Demon Lance—making women climax as many times as needed, or preventing climax entirely. Want her to live or die—this control over women's life and death gave me an overwhelming sense of superiority.
I thrust my mighty Demon Lance, slapping her big ass hard: "Stupid dog—Master doesn't recall permitting rest."
Die, Da Sha—**Toad Form!!**
**Flame Dragon Knights Military Confidential File:**
Unit size depends on lord's rank—baron level authorized 300 for personal guard.
All equipment personally designed by Sorola. According to him, his interest in inventing magic stone repeating crossbows and explosive arrows far exceeds the unit's practical use.
The greatest feature of the Flame Dragon Knights is abandoning the knight's cherished longsword—replacing it with powerful slashing cavalry sabers. The unit's key weapon is Sorola's specially developed "Flame Dragon Gunpowder" explosive arrows—each with destructive power equivalent to a fire-element self-destruct spell. They are the first long-range assault cavalry in Martial Rost history. However, explosive arrows are extremely expensive and complex to produce—each knight's standard quota is only three. (Sorola: Thanks for the setup—these arrows are so expensive it's like bleeding me dry shooting them… wow…)
Besides explosive arrows, regular crossbow bolts were also improved—abandoning traditional arrowhead shape for needle-style bolts with spiral blood grooves and curved stabilizing fletching. Penetration is 70% higher than old bows—can pierce leather/wood shields at 300 steps, steel shields/armor at 70 steps. Quite terrifying power.
Standard Equipment:
- Purebred male warhorse (one per rider)
- Dwarf-forged long-hafted cavalry saber (one)
- Martial Rost high-grade magic-resistant light armor (one set)
- Martial Rost high-grade magic-resistant round shield (one)
- Martial Rost ultra-thin barding (one set)
- Imelo-brand magic stone repeating crossbow (one)
- Super explosive crossbow bolts (three)
- Enhanced penetrating crossbow bolts (thirty-five)