Blood Emperor Throne

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"Honeybean?~ If Honeybean is violated?~~ Will she become Master's?~~ Shape?~~ Ee-hoo-hoo?~"

Asmodie thus commanded the ferocious beast, freely using these beautiful, graceful maids and mature, white-stockinged maids in the maid quarters, their bodies ripe with honey and milk, their flesh like gourds of honey.

The beautiful servant was kneeling and crawling, her two mounds of white stockings, which served no purpose other than to act as cushions for childbirth, swaying her two large, creamy breasts, as she cleaned the floor.

He Zhengwen stood there, checking the tables, her plump, white silk legs stretched out, her two soft, ripe, and voluptuous breasts ready to be opened and drunk, and she was a maid who was only covered by a vacuum-sealed white silk pantyhose and a white gauze curtain.

Asmodie stacked their plump breasts and buttocks like two milk cakes, layering them together. The two pairs of sweet, fragrant, and naturally grown white silk-clad creams were piled up, driving the ferocious and savage beasts to take turns attacking their dripping, ripe white silk-clad vulvas. Between the attacks of the thick and savage stone pestle and the ripe, tender, and soft cream-clad white silk-clad vulvas, the ripe female spring honey overflowed.

While cleaning the table, a young, mature maid in white stockings with soft, ripe flesh and a honey-scented bottom was being played with by Asmodie, who reached out from behind and lifted her white breast curtain with his large hand.

The servant obediently allowed Asmodian to press her soft, plump, white-stockinged flesh against the wall, lifting one of her legs—a white silk stocking clad in a sheer, round-toed maid's heel—into a seductive split, before driving that ferocious beast to violate her.

The maid, who was preparing meals for the ladies, exuded a sweet and honeyed fragrance unique to the ladies. Her plump breasts and buttocks were covered only by long, glossy white stockings with lace trim and a white gauze apron. Her fragrant white feet were treading on pure white, round-toed, semi-transparent crystal stilettos. Her two large, plump breasts, almost overflowing with milk, trembled and squeezed out large patches of snowy, creamy flesh from both sides of the white gauze apron.

But while she was preparing meals for the ladies, Asmodie was already driving that ferocious and savage beast to feast on her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks.

Facing that ferocious beast brimming with savage masculinity, the beautiful maidservant, who had twin daughters who were knights, exuded only a gentle and mature spring charm. She leaned on the table, her pair of fleshy, ripe, long, white-stockinged legs slightly stretched.

Facing Asmodée, the two plump, white, and juicy mounds of flesh, steaming with the heat of a mature woman, were raised high, completely exposing the tender, butterfly-shaped fleshy vulva, dripping with the heat of a mature woman, ready to be violated, to that ferocious beast.

Two large, plump breasts, comparable to those of a ripe, soft papaya filled with sweet, ripe milk, were pulled out from under Asmodeus's white apron by her large hands, one in each hand, as if holding two large, creamy cakes overflowing with milky fragrance. They were gently shaken in her hands, and then soft, ripe milky waves would ripple out like melting cream.

Asmodée, the male other than her beautiful maid husband, played with these two soft, plump, creamy mounds. With a gentle squeeze, they would overflow with sweet, ripe milk. With just a shake, they would ripple like two honey balls filled with melted milk fat. The tender breasts that had already nourished a pair of twin daughters could not stop oozing sweet, ripe milk, making these two large, plump breasts, which were already too big to hold in one hand, even more slippery and fragrant with milk.

His ferocious, savage beast pressed against the soft, ripe vulva, already overflowing with the nectar of mature woman, ready to be violated. He then violently thrust his hips, turning those two fleshy, ripe, and plump mounds into soft, ripe milk cakes filled with honeyed nectar, grinding them against his hard, solid waist until they slumped down, their creamy, soft buttocks swaying in waves.

This rough stone pestle, amidst the tender, shy moans of the beautiful maid, completely crushed the impression of her deceased husband's frailty with its overflowing, ripe nectar, thoroughly violating her into a shape exclusively his own, squeezing out sweet, ripe fluids that kept spilling out.

Chapter 138 Maid in White Veil Wedding Dress

The maids selected to serve Asmodie, the only guest, in the maid quarters were all mature beauties with voluptuous bodies, plump breasts, and fleshy buttocks.

Among them, the pure and lovely girl in white silk and the gentle and beautiful young woman were both carefully selected by Defiant and Catherine, and all of them were pure and innocent virgins.

Those gentle widows who had daughters and whose husbands had died young were also selected. They were all gentle and chaste widows, and their pure and lovely daughters entered the castle as maids, serving together as mother and daughter.

Compared to the sexy, firm, and voluptuous figure of the female knight, her plump and supple body, combined with the voluptuousness of the female knight's firm and bouncy buttocks, and her firm and long, fair legs.

These plump and ripe maids, with their soft, ripe flesh exuding a sweet and ripe honey fragrance, were even more tender and plump, fragrant, soft and smooth, and their ripe, soft, gourd-shaped bodies with soft, ripe honey milk and soft buttocks were even softer.

But it was precisely these soft, ripe bodies that made them, when faced with Asmodie's ravaging and violation, seem like delicate honey rabbits being preyed upon by this fierce and arrogant wolf, leaving only their shy and gentle spring charms becoming even more tender.

Despite the fact that many of the defeated female knights were pinned down by Asmodeus's strong and tall body, used as breeding grounds for noble and seductive female knights, their long, slender, and tight legs in oiled silk were violated until their alluring eyes rolled back, and their oiled silk high-heeled boots hung softly on both sides of Asmodeus's waist and swayed incessantly.

These mature and beautiful women in the maid quarters, with their plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, wearing white stockings, exuding a sweet and juicy fragrance, were like sweet milk cakes placed on a dining table, ready for Asmodie, the only male lover, to enjoy at will.

Whether it's pressing down on her, holding two soft, creamy, creamy, white-stockinged buttocks, thrusting her hips and thrusting her gun, stirring up the sweet, ripe white-stockinged soft vulva until it's splattering with sweetness, her plump breasts swaying back and forth, or her pair of soft, ripe white-stockinged legs hooked around the crystal maid's high heels and trembling uncontrollably.

He lifted their soft, ripe, white-silk-clad flesh from behind, the ferocious beast lifting the hazy, light white gauze curtain of their buttocks, hooking their plump, white-silk-clad legs, and driving the savage beast to invade their soft, ripe, white-silk-clad buds, using the rear entry of a train bento box, grinding their plump, ripe, white-silk-clad buttocks into a soft, ripe honey cake shape on his waist.

Or perhaps, pressing their soft, ripe, honeyed buttocks down from the front, forcibly separating their white silk-clad feet, which are adorned with pure white crystal high heels, while using a thick, hard rod to lift up the already sticky, muscular white gauze curtain, thrusting the waist to use their soft, plump, white silk-clad buttocks as a cushion to grind them down, causing their white silk-clad buttocks to tremble wildly.

Asmodian could freely enjoy the white-stockinged maids in the maid quarters. If he wanted to take a short rest, he could lead Isabella, his docile personal maid, to the rest area and sit down to enjoy the service of the beautiful maids who were specially stationed there.

These elegant and graceful female servants, with their plump breasts and ripe buttocks, were barely covered by pure white, hollowed-out lace suspender dresses that reached their hips.

The hazy, semi-transparent white bodycon dress with straps held up by only two thin white straps that barely covered two wisps of white lace, which were no more than the width of a palm, barely holding up their plump, white breasts that were as soft and creamy as steaming milk cakes.

The almost translucent white gauze-like bodycon skirt barely covered their plump, milky breasts, which resembled a ripe, full-bodied cake. Beneath the hazy white gauze, two fragrant, plump, ripe buttocks in white stockings exuded a sweet, sensual aroma. Their creamy, plump vulvas, as soft and ripe as creamy peaches, were also specially selected.

The purpose was that, under this bare, white silk dress, with just a pair of soft, plump, and white thighs slightly brought together, the creamy, peach-shaped vulva, glistening with sweet, ripe nectar, would be completely exposed to Asmodé's burning gaze.

However, what caught Asmody's attention was that the beautiful maids in these rest areas did not have the same plump, white legs covered in sheer, glossy white pantyhose as the maids in the outer maid area. Instead, they wore long, sheer, glossy white stockings with white lace trim that reached their waists, resembling wedding white stockings. Their fragrant, plump, and tender white stockings were also adorned with white, pointed-toe lace-trimmed crystal stilettos that were comparable to wedding heels.

The hazy, semi-transparent thin-strapped white lace dresses, the waist-length thin-strapped lace-trimmed cream-white stockings, and the pointed-toe lace-trimmed semi-transparent crystal stilettos matching the bridal high heels—these beautiful maids in the rest area didn't seem like maids, but rather like maid brides waiting to serve their master.

After Asmodée took his seat in the rest area, these elegant, graceful, and voluptuous maids in white silk stockings, with their tender and alluring white silk stockings and crystal high heels, came to him and offered their gentle and alluring service without Asmodée having to give any instructions.

"Please get some rest, Master?"

A cup of sweet-smelling black tea was pushed to Asmodeus by a gentle and beautiful maid. Without him saying a word, she took the initiative to whisper the sweet fragrance of orchids in Asmodeus's ear.

"Three parts milk, one part sugar, right?"

As she spoke, the maid, holding a cup of fragrant black tea in one hand and a gentle, spring-like smile in the other, took out a creamy, white, plump pudding and placed it in front of Asmodé's teacup, gently squeezing it...

The sweet, rich, and creamy white milk seeps into the black tea, giving it a delicate, sweet, and creamy aroma.

After adding the milk, the maid presented the cup of black tea, along with her own creamy, smooth, and creamy breast, to Asmodé, allowing him to freely enjoy the tea and the rich, fragrant milk.

Meanwhile, the other two maids walked around Asmodeus with gentle and elegant steps, bringing with them a sweet and mature fragrance. Their two soft and plump buttocks, marked by the white gauze straps that left soft, creamy marks, swayed unintentionally beside Asmodeus.

They bent their slender waists slightly, and their jade-like hands, adorned with uniform white silk gloves with lace trim, gently caressed Asmodé's shoulders and muscular arms, massaging his shoulders.

But, whether intentionally or not, their two heavy, soft, and milky-scented breasts swayed like soft, creamy peaches, spreading a sweet, milky fragrance, and then pressed down on Asmodie's shoulders, enveloping her in a warm, smooth touch.

Beside Asmodie's legs, two gentle and beautiful maids knelt down, their plump, fleshy legs clad in white stockings and tights, in an extremely seductive and mature pose that perfectly showcased their soft, creamy, peach-like buttocks, trembling as they pressed their round, creamy, plump buttocks onto the warm, plush floor.

The white gauze, which was already just above their hips, was pulled up slightly as they sat down in their seductive poses, revealing their two mounds of flesh, wrapped in white stockings and suspenders, in a way that seemed to be inviting Asmodeus to press them down and violate them. This seductive and alluring pose was fully exposed to Asmodeus's increasingly fiery gaze.

At the same time, their beautiful white silk gloves and jade hands gently massaged Asmodie's firm, steel-like thighs, sometimes kneading, sometimes stroking, with gentle movements.

As their smooth, elegant white silk hands gently brushed between Asmodie's legs, the large, imposing lance, standing tall and menacing, exuding a savage aura of predation, made their peach-heart eyes, filled with tender spring charm, even more soft and overflowing with peach-colored allure.

On either side of Asmodae, there were beautiful maids with extremely plump breasts, as soft and juicy as creamy papayas, carrying pastries, fruit platters, shortbread, and tea. Their soft, plump legs, clad in white stockings, were slightly together as they stood elegantly on either side of Asmodae.

Perhaps it was because their plump, soft, and creamy white breasts were so large and heavy, or perhaps it was because they had slightly raised their plates, but their two mounds of milk cake-like breasts, along with the pastries, were placed on the plates like plump milk cakes smeared with sweet, creamy nectar, seemingly waiting for Asmodie to enjoy them at will.

Asmodeus, resting while being served by a group of beautiful maids with plump breasts and ripe buttocks, possessed a tall and strong body, as perfectly hard as a marble sculpture carved by a knife and axe. This made the white-stockinged maids, who were so ripe that they were almost dripping with sweet nectar and even exuding the fragrance of ripe honey, have their hearts-shaped peach-purple alluring eyes filled with the sweet and tender charm of spring.

And that hulking lance, its head held high, exuding a savage and ferocious aura, stood erect as they served it. Its thick, savage shape and size almost made their soft, white, plump vulvas overflow with sweet, fragrant nectar, ready to be violated by this ferocious beast until they were overflowing with desire.

Despite the fact that their soft, plump, creamy peach-shaped vulvas were already overflowing with a ripe, sensual state beneath their semi-transparent, vacuum-sealed white silk skirts, and their two white, soft, and moist lips were already extremely slippery and lewd, soaked in ripe nectar.

Two plump, creamy melon cakes, like sweet, ripe milk cakes for Asmodée to enjoy at will, were placed in front of her on a plate, exuding a sweet and rich milky aroma. The peach shortbread under the hollowed-out white lace straps was like a bottle overflowing with fragrant, ripe milk juice.

Their mature, juicy bodies, already overflowing with nectar, were just waiting for Asmodie to transform into a savage and ferocious beast, press them down side by side, and brutally and forcefully violate their sticky, plump, and soft vulvas.

However, as gentle and dignified beautiful maids, do they faithfully fulfill the rules of maidhood?

These beautiful maids with their ample breasts and shapely buttocks only offer their gentle and meticulous service when Asmodeus, their sole master, needs it.

Asmodie rested his chin on his hand, enjoying the service of these elegant and beautiful female servants.

His large hand casually grasped and kneaded a soft, creamy, and fragrant mass of milk fat. With a gentle knead, strands of sweet, creamy milk overflowed, soaking the soft, creamy mass of milk in a rich, creamy aroma.

The beautiful maid, her breasts soft and plump, would bend her slender waist with tenderness and spring charm, her two fair white silk hands supporting her two fragrant, plump breasts. With just a gentle sway, drops of sweet, ripe milk would seep out, allowing him to savor them as if they were milk cakes.

When he then parted the maid's already light and hazy white lace camisole, he took out two soft, ripe, and snowy breasts, kneading them as if they were two soft, plump balls of cream.

The beautiful maid, her large breasts being fondled, gently allowed him to remove her pure white bridal gown, which fell to the sides of her elegant white silk crystal maid heels, as he continued to serve her tenderly.

This is a ripe, honey-dripping female breast, as tender and plump as a ripe peach, with a rich, milky aroma and sweet, honey-dripping flesh. The large, moist breast is covered only by a waist-length lace-trimmed white veil and crystal wedding heels, exuding a sweet, honey-dripping fragrance, which he can freely pluck and play with.

If he gently lifts the maid's hazy white gauze skirt, which barely covers her plump, soft buttocks, and casually kneads her plump, soft, and ripe buttocks, or if he extends his fingertips to part her two smooth, white, ripe lips that are already soaked with virility.

The beautiful maid, whose skirt he lifted, would gracefully lift her light white gauze skirt, her peach-purple spring eyes gleaming with intoxicatingly sweet peach hearts, allowing him to savor her plump, ripe vulva dripping with desire.

While moving around or arranging pastries, these beautiful maids would often bend their voluptuous waists, clad in lace camisoles, with tender affection, their long, white-stockinged legs, encased in lace-trimmed camisoles and crystal-embroidered heels, slightly taut.

Two plump, soft, and honey-scented breasts, like those of a woman giving birth, trembled and rose, stretching the hazy, semi-transparent white silk dress to reveal the extremely plump and soft outline of a woman's fleshy peach. They were in a state of lustful, honey-dripping vacuum, just like plump, ripe milk cakes offered to Asmodie for him to use at will, raised high in front of him.

Beneath the hazy, semi-transparent white gauze that reached her hips, two lace camisoles that left fleshy marks on her smooth, white skin revealed the honeyed buds hidden between her two plump, white, and ripe buttocks, and the creamy, soft, peach-shaped vulva dripping with mellow nectar, all exposed to his savage gaze.

These dignified and beautiful maids were, rather than performing gentle service.

Rather than saying, it was entirely an attempt to entice him, to use their bodies, which were overflowing with feminine fragrance and ripe to the point of dripping with honey, to press them down on his tall and strong body in a dominant position, like a female dog, so that he could drive the savage beast to violate their soft, ripe, milky peaches and plump vulvas until they were splashing with feminine juices, or to slam their soft, plump, ripe buttocks to the ground and make their white, smooth buttocks tremble wildly.

The maid who served the pastries would always lean down in front of him almost imperceptibly, her two soft, plump, white breasts trembling and hanging down in front of him like white melons filled with sweet cream, the rich milky aroma mixed with the warm, smooth feeling of her breasts brushing against his arm.

The two beautiful maids massaging his legs, their delicate white silk hands occasionally and seemingly unintentionally caressing his thick, menacing lance with tender affection. The aphrodisiac, honey-scented breath exhaled from their soft, fragrant lips would also occasionally brush against the head of his savage lance.

He had originally planned to rest for a while before proceeding to violate and conquer all the ladies in the high-society district, turning them into seductive female slaves and enjoying the final feast of flesh in this decadent banquet.

However, it was obvious that these elegant and graceful maids in white silk stockings, with their plump breasts and ripe, alluring buttocks so full that a gentle touch would cause them to ooze sweet, ripe milk and nectar, made them slightly out of line in front of the tall, strong, and masculine Asmodé.

"Eeya?~~"

Perhaps it was because her body was too soft and supple after Asmodeus had fondled her plump breasts, but when a beautiful maid with a plump, soft, and fleshy bottom, who had just given birth, picked up a plate of pastries and walked past Asmodeus, her soft, plump, white-stockinged legs suddenly went limp.

This caused her already soft and yielding body to collapse into Asmodie's arms with a blush of shyness. Her two plump, white buttocks, as full as ripe milk and honey, wrapped in her already hazy and semi-transparent white gauze dress, trembled like two lumps of cream cakes that had fallen to the ground, and rolled down on that ferocious and thick savage lance.

The thick, fierce lance was completely crushed between the smooth, plump, white buttocks of the maid, which was steaming with the sweet fragrance of ripe female honey and was in a state of complete erotic vacuum. The hot, thick beast head lifted the hazy, light white gauze dress and squeezed it out from between the two smooth, plump, ripe buttocks of the beautiful maid.

"Gurgle? ~~Oh?~~~"

Because the beast was so ferocious and massive, her ripe, white, milky lips, overflowing with virility, transformed into soft, plump, fragrant lips that kissed the hot, savage beast's body. With just a gentle movement of her ripe, white buttocks, the massive, ferocious body caused her soft, fragrant lips to part, and the virility that seeped out quickly stained the savage, massive body with glistening honey. (The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated question: "You Lin, you think about it, you don't have time, you Lin, are you here?")

"Ee-hmm?~~ Haa?~ I'm... sorry?~~ Master?~~ I'll just—goo-ooh-ooh-ooh?~~"

The shy, languid maid, who had just apologized to Asmodeus with tenderness in her eyes,

But her soft, ripe buttocks, like creamy pudding, had just been lifted up, trembling with tender spring charm, when Asmodie's large hands roughly kneaded and grasped them, his fingertips sinking deep into the flesh of her plump, ripe peach-like buttocks, as soft and smooth as half-melted cream pudding.

Before the shy and beautiful maid could react, Asmodie, like a savage wolf using the maid-style lance sheath he had captured, grabbed and kneaded the two mounds of white gauze breasts that could be used as cushions for breeding, and lifted them up. The ferocious and thick lance stood tall and pressed against the dripping, ripe, white and soft vulva.

The menacing, burning spearhead, amidst the gurgling, sticky nectar, pressed against those soft, ripe, creamy peach-like lips. With a mere touch, it forced open the creamy, soft peach-like crevice, releasing strands of sweet, sticky spring nectar.

"Eeoh?~~" The shy and beautiful maid was slightly taken aback when Asmodie's ferocious beast pressed against her soft, ripe vulva. Her peach-purple soft water eyes then revealed a hint of intoxicating peach hearts, and her soft, fragrant lips held a gentle and dignified maid's smile, her charming face full of spring.

"Okay, Master?"

Her gentle and dignified face was filled with a mature, alluring charm. She maintained this seductive posture, holding her plate and half-squatting with her white-stockinged legs, as if preparing to sit down. This left her two large, soft, and plump breasts, exuding a sweet, honeyed fragrance, hovering high above the savage beast about to launch its attack.

As the two soft, ripe mounds swayed gently, rising and falling softly, the already juicy, plump vulva would sometimes kiss the savage, ferocious beast's head, dripping with sticky nectar; at other times, like teasing, soft, fragrant lips, it would kiss the savage beast's body. Each rise and fall would create glistening, sticky threads of nectar.

Faced with this menacing, thick, and imposing lance, the beautiful maids here, with their plump breasts and ripe buttocks, were already prepared to be violated and impregnated at any moment.

The maid massaging Asmodeus's shoulders, her face flushed with shy blush, cupped her two soft, fragrant, white breasts and presented them to Asmodeus as if they were sweet milk cakes, along with her sweet and honey-scented soft lips, for him to enjoy at his leisure.

Beautiful maids, each carrying a tray, stood on either side of the table with an elegant and gentle demeanor.

Their pure white, wedding-like suspender silk dresses had already slid down their smooth, snow-white skin. Their plump breasts and mature buttocks, with their fleshy texture and sweet, honey-scented flesh, were only covered by glossy, translucent lace-trimmed white stockings and crystal wedding-style white high heels. Their two mounds of plump breasts trembled as they landed on a plate full of pastries, their soft, glutinous breasts dripping with rich, ripe honey.

The two beautiful maids massaging Asmodeus's legs, with their soft, smooth, white silk hands, gently caressed the ferocious beast with a tender and elegant demeanor. Their hands, as if maintaining the beast's monstrous centaur lance, gently stroked and held it, their delicate fingertips teasing and kneading it like an elegant musician.

"Gurgle? ~~Hmm?~"

"Hmm? ~~Gurgle?~"

A soft, spring-like moan mingled with the sticky sounds of nectar. The two beautiful maids, with their smooth, white silk hands like bridal gloves, gently caressed the ferocious beast, its savage aura radiating ferocity. They soothed its restless body with their soft, fragrant lips and sweet, moist tongues, cleaning and caring for this battle-scarred savage.

Her soft, smooth, white silk hands teased and caressed her like a musician, while her sweet, soft lips sometimes kissed her beastly body, tracing her tongue to cleanse and serve her. At other times, her two soft, sweet lips kissed her at the same time, her sweet, soft tongue entwining around her savage beastly body, intertwining and serving her.

As the two beauties served the beast with their fragrant lips and sweet tongues, her soft, plump, peach-like lips, accompanied by the maid's shy, alluring moans, slowly descended, allowing the savage beast to invade her smooth, sticky, and sweet cavity.

"Gurgle? ~~Eee-hmm? ~~"

After the two beautiful maids' fragrant, sweet tongues, glistening with drops of honey, left the beast's body, their smooth, white-silked hands held the monstrous, thick lance. The two soft, ripe mounds of flesh trembled and fell, the lance easily swallowed by those two plump, ripe buttocks amidst the splattering, sticky nectar.

"Eeeee?~~Goooooooo?~~~"

Two plump, soft, white-skirted buttocks, which could only serve as cushions, crashed heavily between Asmodie's legs like two plump, white peaches filled with sweet, ripe milk. The buttocks, which were covered by the semi-transparent white silk skirt, swayed and trembled under the heavy impact, creating waves of soft, creamy white silk.

The soft, plump, milky peach-shaped abalone was instantly shaped and marked by this savage and fierce beast as Asmodie's exclusive maid-style female slave. The overflowing honey pool was brutally pounded into by this rough and fierce stone pestle, and the mature, fragrant, and greasy essence splashed everywhere.

"Goo-hoo?~~ Hmm?~~" The beautiful maid, completely filled and filled, held her long, fair neck high like a swan, and her soft, peach-purple heart-shaped eyes rolled upwards. Her sweet, sticky tongue was half-protruding, dripping with sweet, ripe nectar, and the air was filled with a sensual fragrance.

"Please forgive me, Master! My negligence, Master!"

"Ee-hmm? ~~ Ugh? ~~"

"Please... allow the maid... to offer her master... a humble service... umm?"

This dignified and gentle beauty, maintaining an extremely seductive and wanton posture behind the chair, her peach-purple eyes filled with a soft, spring-like charm and shy allure, gently bit her soft, ripe lips, slowly raising her soft, plump, white, and smooth breasts, until only her soft, ripe vulva remained to hold the beast's head, then trembled and thrust heavily...

"Coo-ooh-ooh?~~~"

The soft, spring-like cries of a woman, mingled with the splashing sounds of honey syrup, resembled a rough stone pestle pounding into a pool of rich, sweet honey spring, causing nectar to splatter everywhere. Or it resembled a stone pestle kneading sticky rice cake, deeply chiseling into a soft, plump cake brimming with the sweet honey of a woman's spring, squeezing out all the accumulated sweet honey.

Two plump, soft, and creamy white mounds, like soft cakes filled with sweet, ripe milk, were now completely transformed into a riding gun sheath, actively being ridden and squeezed. With the maid's shy and spring-like soft moans, they were rolled against Asmodie's legs again and again like sweet, ripe milk cakes falling to the ground, swaying and trembling, creating waves of sweet, ripe, creamy buttocks.

"Ee-hoo?~~Gu-oh?~"

As the rough, savage stone pestle pounded into the rich, fragrant honeyed cavity time and again, the overflowing female nectar stained the woolen floor with glistening honey stains, imbuing this maid's tea pavilion, originally Asmodée's private resting place, with a sweet, ripe honey aroma.

"Plop?—Plop?—"

The light, elegant crystal high heels clicked on the wooden floor, mixed with the sound of something churning like thick, sticky milk being poured into the crystal heels, as she walked gracefully and dignifiedly into the maid area.

The elegant and intellectual head maid, Rowling, with her long, straight black hair and a body as soft and tender as ripe honey, entered the maid area with a dignified and graceful demeanor and languid steps, her ankle-strap crystal pointed-toe stilettos displaying a hazy white mist hue.

In stark contrast to her gentle and dignified demeanor, her alluring breasts and soft buttocks, as ripe and moist as honeyed gourds, were clad only in an extremely revealing white gauze dress, practically indistinguishable from a transparent veil.

This almost transparent halter-neck high-slit tulle skirt, with its slit almost revealing the snowy, mature cleavage of her breasts, consists of only two thin ribbons that barely hold up two transparent and hollowed-out white inverted triangles of tulle, trembling as they wrap around her fragrant, soft, and creamy breasts, which are as plump and creamy as a ripe melon.

Without the lace corset and the apron, whenever the head maid's soft, white silk crystal high-heeled feet touched the ground, her plump, fragrant breasts would sway beneath her high-slit white silk dress, creating waves of rich, creamy milk that resembled creamy, sweet honey cakes.