"AAAH!"
Legions of nearby n and won recoiled in fright while the man gargled on his blood and spasd no end. But for better or worse, all were shocked to see the torn part grow back and replace what he’d lost.
Yet, even as he regained his speech abilities, the barbarian lord felt no joy! Instead, he broke into cold sweat, and when picturing the days to co, insurmountable dread filled and squashed his staunch exterior. Terror-stricken, he soiled himself!
"Your majesty, rcy! rcy! I was muddled, please show rcy and grant a quick death!"
The man implored in desperation. Alas, his pleas fell on deaf ears.
"rcy is the plight of the feeble. Only the feeble must rely on shows of rcy to secure image and seat. This Tyrant does not. As the first immortal without connections to my house, congratulations, for an eternity of damnation."
Konrad replied in a relaxed tone, without sparing the man another glance, and while the guards dragged him toward his new fate, his torn tongue still dangled on the ground.
Before such developnt, the last recalcitrant n no longer hesitated, and proclaid in tandem:
"Your majesty, please take our wives!"
Then received their green hats. But now, all lay on their knees, with none daring to rise from their bowing stances, and as tension perated the atmosphere the guests quivered no end.
"Hahaha, friends, statesn and dignitaries, please do not let this small matter startle you. I understand your loyalty but am ashad of receiving such tributes. Now, I can only do my best to leave your won full to the brim.
Co, co, let offer you a toast!"
Konrad replied and with a wave of his hand, a wine cup full of fragrant liquor appeared before him. After raising the cup toward his kneeling officials, he brought it to his lips and emptied it in one go.
"Thank you, your majesty for your graces!"
The legions of kneeling n proclaid like a trained division!
"You may rise! Daphne, what else do you have in stores for us?"
Konrad inquired, and while the trembling souls returned to their teetering feet, Daphne carried on.
"Hum, hum. Thank you, husband. n on the left, won on the right. You two groups will have different functions. But fret not, delights await all."
Daphne instructed and with three claps, made the tens of thousands of guests soar into the air. The ladies on Konrad’s thighs were no exception. The males ford a division on the left and the females, another on the right. The imperial palace’s maids then moved into action, surrounding the female guests to replace their elegant dresses with strappy bras and panties designed by none other than Daphne.
In less than three breaths of ti, all female guests’ wardrobe change ended, and the male guests were horrified to see their won dressed in the most frivolous outfits of the Ancient Crystal World’s history!
Although the majority of females didn’t bat an eyelid before trading inwardly completing the trade between their n and the Profane Prince’s divine cradle, being dressed in such unconceivable outfits before legions of astounded eyes still filled most of them with glaring sha.
So bit their lower lips, others clenched their thighs or shifted their gazes to avoid the tiniest eye contact. Seeing this, Daphne’s lips broadened into an impish grin.
"Oh, no need to be shy. We’re all family, really. Imperial Eunuchs, please help the n into proper clothing."
Daphne pursued, and legions of imperial eunuchs flooded the celebration grounds to surround the n and force them into matching sets of green pants. Now, the ladies with strappy black underwear faced the bare-chested n in green hats and pants.
Daphne nodded in approval, and again clapped, causing the mist clouding an eastern area to disperse and reveal floor pillories and vertical crosses equipped with chains and cuffs.
"Now, the ga begins. n, you have fifteen seconds to tie your ladies in either a floor pillory, or a cross, then stand beside them without a sound. Whoever fails to do so in the assigned ti will spend the first night on a wooden horse.
As for you ladies, do know that this is an elimination ga. If they catch you, you’re not getting any cock tonight. Flying is prohibited and you can’t leave celebration ground. Go!"
*BAM*
Daphne explained, and instantaneously, as if possessed by savage beasts, the n lurched toward their ladies to seize and bind them in either floor pillories or against crosses. Alas, the ladies didn’t stay idle, their cultivation bases erupted, and they ran, ducked, leaped, spun, punched, clawed and kicked to avoid their husbands!
On the scene, who wasn’t a man of wealth and status? Never did any of them believe that on the first day of "revelry" they would be attempting to tie their won on bdsm devises. Worst, they all resisted!
"Flippant slut, co back here!"
A man snarled in indignation. Alas, his wife only responded with a kick to his groins that ensured his failure of the task! Such scenes played all around, with wives and consorts feigning submission to attack their n at their weakest spot while others used all their ans to avoid captivity.
Since no one on the scene was below the Semi-Saint Rank, fifteen seconds were, in fact, a trendous amount of ti during which a lot could happen. Alas, the fact of the matter was that the females’ cultivations were all substantially inferior to their respective n’s. Therefore, only through craftiness could they avoid captivity.
As the fifteenth second ended, and Daphne clapped her hand to mark the competition’s end, she wasn’t startled to see that of the more than ten thousand won, only 958 managed to evade their n’s capture. The rest all thrashed in either a floor pillory or against a cross.
Seeing this, she nodded in approval.
"Roughly eight percent succeeded. Not bad. Congratulations; in the future, all of you have a chance to remain in the imperial palace. Of course, position will depend on later performance."
Daphne comnted, and naturally, her words possessed Konrad’s backing.
And as he sipped his wine glass, his eyes swept the 958, trying to identify pearls suitable for the harem.
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