General Korth had harbored a profoundly uneasy premonition since dawn. As a veteran warrior forged in countless battles, his battle-hardened instincts were usually unerringly accurate, almost infallible.

  Yet now, he felt that inexplicable sense of hopelessness and despair—the same he had experienced years ago when, at the height of his confidence, he had been routed by an unexpected enemy, suffering the greatest setback of his life. It sent a chill through him.

  "Could it be that today I will be defeated by that woman?" He entered the battlefield with this question weighing heavily on his mind, engaging in an increasingly cautious and strategic battle of wits against the formidable woman across from him.

  As in previous encounters, after a series of exchanges, both sides suffered casualties, neither gaining a significant advantage.

  "Is it not for this? Or is it simply that age has dulled my senses?"

  Only after General Korth had rallied his troops back to camp did he realize his suspicions were correct—his troubles were just beginning.

  "General Korth, you've worked hard!"

  Upon entering the tent, he was greeted by a strikingly handsome man. Aged around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, his well-fitted warrior's attire accentuated his lion-like physique to perfection. A man like him must be quite popular, especially with that charming smile on his face—enough to melt the heart of any young maiden.

  Observing this womanizer, the veteran General Korth furrowed his brow and demanded bluntly, "Jerrod Djun, what brings you here?"

  Jerrod Djun smiled faintly, maintaining his elegant demeanor as he replied, "General Korth, it seems you're not particularly pleased to see me! But I'm here on orders, and I apologize for the inconvenience!"

  "If you know you're causing trouble, you should stay far away. What an annoying fellow!" General Korth muttered inwardly, unable to resist retorting aloud, "Whose orders are these? Surely not His Majesty the King. Princess Septima sent you, didn't she?"

  Jerrod Djun suddenly grew solemn. "General Korth, it seems you harbor deep dissatisfaction with this campaign. You persist in defense alone, delaying a decisive showdown with the Fastian forces. His Majesty would not wish to see such inaction."

  Seeing this fellow invoke the King again only deepened General Korth's loathing. He retorted coldly, "Are you unaware of General Phenix's strength? The consequences of a rash attack would be unimaginable."

  "But no matter how capable she is, she remains merely a woman. How can Your Excellency boost the enemy's morale while undermining our own? The combat prowess of our Karthos forces is unmatched under heaven, and we outnumber Fastia's troops..."

  Tired of listening to his nonsense devoid of any military strategy, General Korth impatiently cut him off. "Battle isn't like armchair theorizing—victory isn't won by mere words. Nor is war decided by numbers alone. That's the very first lesson in military strategy."

  Hearing General Korth's veiled criticism of his lack of military knowledge, Jerrod Djun's face turned pale. This struck at his core weakness. He had risen rapidly through Princess Septima's favor, drawn by his exceptional skills and handsome appearance, but his humble origins meant he'd never received formal military training. Moreover, he seemed to possess little innate talent for command.

  Had he acknowledged this truth, perhaps others wouldn't have looked down on him. Yet he persistently voiced his opinions on military strategy, earning the contempt of the court's veteran generals. They believed this man understood nothing of warfare beyond scheming.

  "I come here by His Majesty's command. The Emperor demands we launch a full-scale offensive to crush the Fastian army in one decisive blow..."

  "That's not His Majesty's intention—it's your own idea!"

  "Why would you entertain such notions? This shows a complete lack of awareness as a subject!"

  "As an old soldier from a lineage that has served His Majesty for generations, I naturally discern right from wrong. Moreover, I possess far greater confidence in the principles of loyalty than certain others!"

  "Who are you implying?"

  "Only those with guilty consciences would..."

  "You dare defy the royal command!?" Jerrod Djun slammed his fist on the table, eyes blazing with fury. Realizing he stood no chance in a war of words with this old man, he swiftly shifted the conversation back to the matter at hand.

  "Oh? Then tell me, how exactly do you propose we launch a full-scale assault? By charging in formation like this?" General Korth remained utterly unfazed, striking precisely at his opponent's weak point.

  "Of course not!" Jerrod Djun thought to himself: "Here it comes! Thankfully, I came prepared!"

  Jerrod Djun replied solemnly, "When this junior officer arrived, Her Highness the Princess instructed..."

  General Korth stiffened inwardly. That woman possessed abilities that commanded respect from anyone. He lifted his gaze to stare at Jerrod Djun and demanded, "The Seventh Palace sent you here to carry out her orders, correct?"

  Jerrod Djun offered a faint smile, avoiding the question entirely, leaving General Korth with a sense of unfathomable depth.

  The lights in the Karthos Central Division headquarters burned late into the night. Occasional raised voices echoed from within. Guards outside knew the newly arrived envoy from The Military Department was discussing military affairs with the commander-in-chief, though such lively exchanges were rare.

  After half a day of debate, General Korth and Jerrod Djun finally reached an agreement: Djun would lead eighty thousand troops as a flanking force to launch a surprise attack on the Fastian army, while Korth himself would command the main force in a frontal assault to draw the Fastians' attention. His wish granted, Jerrod Djun strode out of the tent triumphantly. Left behind, General Korth could only sigh inwardly, hoping tomorrow wouldn't bring disaster at the hands of this man.

  Neither man, each lost in his own calculations, could have imagined that tomorrow's events would unfold in a manner utterly different from their expectations.

  Returning to his private quarters, General Korth angrily flung his helmet aside. "That damnable man!"

  From the outset, he had opposed annexing The Great Lake Region, believing it would disrupt the area's delicate balance, provoke Fastia's resentment, and ignite a major conflict. With Fastia currently brimming with renowned generals, their odds of victory were slim. Yet the woman wielding supreme power remained unsatisfied with their current borders, determined to swallow The Great Lake Region whole. She proved cunning indeed, subduing the region's duke without firing a single shot.Unfortunately, Fastia reacted with lightning speed, seizing the region by force before anyone could act. Now, the situation had escalated to this point.

  Frankly, General Korth had no desire to command this campaign, as he opposed the invasion of the Great Lakes. Yet Karthos lacked any commander capable of challenging Lady Lyra Phenix. To prevent excessive losses for the Karthos army, he reluctantly accepted the role. But it seemed his choice had been a mistake. That woman, consumed by an insatiable lust for power, failed to grasp his true intentions. Now she had even sent this man.

  "Does she truly believe victory is assured? Even with the deployment of the nation's elite forces, triumph remains elusive without a commander capable of matching the enemy's leader."General Korth knew he was old now. Holding his own against the enemy like this was already commendable. Ever since that woman seized power, she'd been obsessed with political maneuvering, neglecting the cultivation of capable generals. As a result, the nation now lacked any truly capable young talents who could stand alone.

  Suddenly, General Korth sensed a palpable aura of murderous intent fill the tent. His battle-hardened instincts kicked in, and he drew his treasured sword. Before he could cry out, three figures clad entirely in black materialized within the tent. Three equally black long swords radiated a fierce, lethal energy, forming a tight, suffocating circle around him.

  Sensing extreme peril, the veteran general had no time to summon reinforcements. He spun, his treasured sword whirling around him like a mountain of blades, deflecting the three swords aimed at his vital points.

  The assassins, determined to slay the old man, gave General Korth no respite. Their swords, each channeling terrifying Sword Qi, struck like venomous serpents from front, back, and flank. Though not yet upon him, the biting force sliced through the air around General Korth, sending a chill through his entire body as if he'd plunged into ice water.

  Blocking the initial three strikes had already drained most of his energy. Time had taken its toll, and General Korth could no longer quickly gather his strength as he once could. Though he struggled to defend against the enemy's attacks, the sword striking from the side still wedged into his blade net at an unnatural angle.

  A strange chill surged from the point of impact, seizing his lower body and robbing him of the strength to complete his parry. The unfortunate old man could only watch helplessly as two long swords pierced his body, one from the front, one from the back.

  As the icy sensation enveloped General Korth's body and mind, he faintly heard a voice: "Enough. Take his head to the Lion King!"

  "The Lion King?!"

  In that instant, a thought flashed through his mind: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the sparrow behind. Perhaps this campaign was a mistake all along. Before the bitter smile could fully form in his heart, endless darkness consumed his entire being.

  Fifty leagues from the Sky-Rift Plains, the Wolf Mountains teem with armies as the Vargan Dominion's two hundred thousand orc forces prepare for battle.Within the Vargan Dominion, over ninety percent of the population belonged to the orc race. As a nation founded by orcs, Asus had long been a thorn in the side of the continent's nations. Though considered the lowest of the Three Demonic Clans, orcs were the most warlike race, raiding and plundering whenever they had the strength.

  Located in the northwest of the continent, Asu is primarily composed of four Orc tribes: the Bear Clan, the Leopard Clan, the Lion Clan, and the Wolf Clan. For years, these four tribes were embroiled in constant warfare over the throne, leaving them no time to focus on external threats.

  This changed when Lion King Leo seized control of the Lion Clan. Under his leadership, the Lion Clan unified Asu, bringing all four tribes under the Lion banner. Lion King Leo ascended to the throne of Asu, earning the title Lion King Leo.

  This vast army, composed of the two major tribes within the beastkin—the Bear Tribe and the Leopard Tribe—numbered 130,000 from the Bear Tribe, led by their foremost warrior, General Brog, and 70,000 from the Leopard Tribe, commanded by the renowned Lady Shireen, hailed as the "Three-Talented Female General."

  A military council convened at the Central Division headquarters. As General Brog listened to the eloquent speech of the beautiful Lady Shireen, his bear-like eyes lingered on her athletic, alluring figure.General Brog, who fancied himself a hero, had been pursuing Lady Shireen—a fact known throughout the Vargan Dominion. He had even publicly declared: "Whoever dares compete with me for Lady Shireen will have their legs broken." This threat had intimidated away a large number of her suitors. After all, General Brog was exceptionally skilled; aside from a handful of individuals in the nation, there truly was no one who could match him.

  The military council was drawing to a close. Lady Shireen furrowed her delicate brows, glaring at General Brog, who had been watching her intently. "Do you have anything else to say?" she demanded.

  General Brog hastily replied, "Your command is my command! You decide!" He then flashed what he thought was a dashing smile.

  Lady Shireen shot him a disdainful look and snapped, "I don't need your flattery!"

  General Brog, thoroughly humiliated, let out a few awkward chuckles. The other generals in the tent suppressed silent laughter, struggling to maintain a composed facade. After all, provoking General Brog would be a grave miscalculation.

  With any other woman, General Brog might have forced himself on her long ago—after all, the Orcish tradition valued strength and dominance. But Lady Shireen's power matched his own. Even when she scolded him, General Brog could do nothing about it.Gradually, General Brog grew accustomed to Lady Shireen's icy demeanor. Her scolding even held a peculiar appeal. He consoled himself: "She doesn't scold others like this. Scolding is affection, right? It means she has some interest in me."

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  Progressing bit by bit each day, General Brog pursued his "charm offensive" with unwavering conviction.

  Lady Shireen coldly declared, "Enough! That's settled. I'll handle the Karthos forces. The Fastia army is yours."

  General Brog pondered for a moment before replying, "That won't do. The Karthos army is too large. I should handle them. Your forces are too few." Lady Shireen pursed her lips and retorted, "Our Leopard Clan far surpasses your Bear Clan in combat prowess. You should be wary of the Fastia army instead. Their commander is none other than the so-called Beautiful Goddess of War, General Phenix—Lady Lyra Phenix."

  General Brog waved his thick, hairy hand dismissively. "Don't worry. She might already be dead. Besides, if she's still alive, I'd love to see just how formidable this Lady Lyra Phenix really is." With that, he grabbed his wine cup, downed it in one gulp, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and declared, "The Beautiful Goddess of War? Just wait till I capture her and turn her into my beautiful war slave!"His subordinates burst into lecherous laughter, fawning over him with flattery.

  Lady Shireen shot the lecherous lot a look of disgust, slapped the table, and snapped, "Enough! Prepare to depart!"

  After leaving the tent, General Brog walked a few steps. Seeing Lady Shireen had already gone far, surrounded by several leopard generals, he called out to his subordinate commanders.

  "You lot go prepare. I need to relax."

  The burly Bear Generals beside him exchanged knowing grins.

  General Brog slapped one of them on the shoulder and chuckled, "Do a good job, and you'll get a taste of the action later!"

  "Thank you, sir!" several bear generals replied excitedly.

  General Brog strode purposefully toward a heavily guarded leather tent. The bear soldiers on duty immediately raised their rifles in salute.

  Nodding slightly, General Brog lifted the sealed flap and stepped inside.

  The tent floor was covered with thick carpets, and as General Brog stepped inside, a wave of warm spring air washed over him.

  In one corner sat a woman clad in a light spring robe, her head bowed as she sat cross-legged on the floor. General Brog approached her. The woman slowly raised her head. Upon seeing the fearsome visage of General Brog, she let out a startled gasp.

  General Brog looked down at her, his appetite whetted. She was a captivating beauty—her face like spring blossoms, her brows like spring mountains, her lashes long and dark, her lips a vivid red, her figure full and voluptuous.

  Seeing the ugly, vicious creature gazing at her with lecherous eyes, the woman's face drained of color. She recoiled in fear.

  "Excellent, excellent!" General Brog murmured with satisfaction, stripping off his clothes to reveal a thick, dark chest of hair.

  Lower-tier orcs were covered in fur and retained tails, but higher-tier orcs appeared nearly indistinguishable from humans, differing only in minor aspects. Yet General Brog was entirely hairy, emitting a peculiar odor.

  General Brog seized the beautiful woman as she recoiled, tearing her clothes off amidst her screams.

  "No! No!" The beautiful woman shook her head in terror, struggling desperately.

  But to her, the beastman's strength was terrifying. All her struggles were as futile as a dragonfly shaking a tree.

  Under General Brog's rough handling, her body writhed as her thin garments shredded into flying scraps of cloth, revealing her flawless, porcelain skin.Gazing upon her high breasts, rounded buttocks, long legs, and the thick bush between her thighs, General Brog's lust flared, his massive cock standing rigidly erect.

  General Brog's cock was dark and rough, but what was even more terrifying was the ring of stiff black hair below the glans. Coarse and hard like a bear's fur, it now stood erect with each strand splayed outward like bristles, driven by excitement.

  At the sight of this terrifying member, the woman let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

  But to General Brog, her struggles and cries were the finest stimulant. His animal instincts unleashed, he seized her pale, supple thighs with his massive hands, pulling her writhing body toward his cock.

  General Brog forced her legs wide apart, aligning his monstrous glans with her delicate petals before thrusting his bear-like hips forward. Amid her piercing screams, his thick, fleshy member plunged into her tight, dry passage.

  "So tight, so warm!" General Brog cried out in pleasure, utterly disregarding her feelings as he began thrusting his bear-like hips.

  Her flower-like face contorted horribly. Her delicate hands clawed helplessly at General Brog's body as she wailed and cried. Her tender passage was being brutally pounded, especially as the coarse hair beneath his glans scraped against her soft flesh, drawing thin threads of blood. Each thrust felt like a knife savagely slicing through her flesh.

  The agony in her flesh gradually overwhelmed her body. Her delicate hands fell limply to her sides as she emitted only inarticulate sobs.General Brog eagerly seized her white, plump breasts, deforming the glistening flesh beneath his hands. Soon, her tender breasts turned crimson and purple, covered in finger marks. Her voluptuous body convulsed unconsciously with each thrust of the cock. Her loud cries faded into faint sobs, then into barely audible moans.

  General Brog thrust fiercely into her delicate body, his massive hands gripping her slender waist and pulling her up with each powerful stroke. Blood seeping from the wounded walls of her vagina slowly stained his dark cock crimson.

  "General, the troops are ready!" Three bear generals entered the tent to report to their commander. "Give the order to depart!"

  General Brog quickened his thrusts, roaring as a thick, warm, pungent stream of semen erupted violently into the woman's body.

  "Human women are truly delightful."

  General Brog withdrew his cock, and a thick, sticky stream of semen mixed with blood trickled from the woman's gaping, ravaged opening. She let out a wretched moan and collapsed onto the ground like a dying swan.

  "You lot should enjoy yourselves too!" General Brog declared to the bear generals, thoroughly satisfied.

  The bear generals, their hearts aflame, swarmed forward. They dragged the woman from the ground and began groping and kneading her frantically. Her cries and pleas were instantly drowned out by the bear generals' savage, feral laughter.

  Three equally monstrous, hideous cocks occupied every penetrable orifice on her body. The immense pain and utter humiliation made her wish for death. General Brog, however, flicked her tender nipples, swollen with agony, with his fingers, preventing her from slipping into unconsciousness.

  Gradually, the woman felt her entire body go numb, as if all sensation had fled her. She lay limp and lifeless like a pitiful rag doll, utterly helpless as the bear-generals ravaged her. Dripping blood slowly stained the carpet crimson...

  Having sated their beastly lusts, the bear warriors discarded the woman like a broken toy, leaving the tent. With renewed vigor, they led their bear army forward. They craved more victories, more women to plunder. With this goal in mind, the 130,000-strong bear army embarked on an unknown journey.

  At this moment, they were brimming with confidence. Human soldiers were no match for them—a fact proven time and again during their raids on the Great Lake Region. Though they now faced a formidable legion, this was also the first time the beastmen had mustered such a vast army. The thought of the impending battle made the blood of these warlike creatures boil with excitement.

  At five in the morning, Lady Lyra Phenix began her roll call. Lyna Kynn, who had arrived early, inquired with concern about the previous night's incident and apologized to Lady Lyra Phenix.

  Lady Lyra Phenix waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing, Lyna. I'm perfectly fine. Thanks to..." The mere thought of Kaelan Drago's men sent a flutter through her heart. After a night of deliberation, she had reached a decision, yet she couldn't deny the profound place this man of questionable reputation held in her heart.

  Lyna Kynn stared curiously at Lady Lyra Phenix, whose rosy cheeks suddenly flushed crimson. She pressed, "Who?"

  Lady Lyra Phenix recalled her own peeping escapade from the night before, her cheeks flushed as Lyna Kynn pressed her. Stammering, she finally uttered, "It's... that... well... that... . Kaelan..."Lady Lyra Phenix expected Lyna Kynn to fly into a rage at the mention of Kaelan Drago's name. To her surprise, upon hearing it, Lyna Kynn's own cheeks flushed faintly, and a hint of spring blossomed between her brows. Perhaps it was the heightened sensitivity of women in love, but both Lady Lyra Phenix and Lyna Kynn sensed something odd about each other.

  Lady Lyra Phenix asked in an inquiring tone, "Lyna, I wish to promote him to Chiliarch"(commander of one thousand soldiers)

  "Ah! That's wonderful!" Lyna Kynn exclaimed happily. Only when she noticed Lady Lyra Phenix staring at her with a peculiar look did Lyna Kynn realize she'd let something slip. Panicking, she hastily raised a delicate hand to cover her rosy-red lips.

  Lady Lyra Phenix seemed to grasp the implication. "Could it be that you..."

  Lyna Kynn flushed crimson. "Sister Phoenix, you..."

  Lady Lyra Phenix stared at Lyna Kynn in disbelief, finally exhaling a long breath before saying, "I never imagined that we sisters..." She abruptly stopped mid-sentence, her guard rising.

  Too embarrassed and ashamed to hear Lady Lyra Phenix's words clearly, Lyna Kynn gathered her courage and said, "Sister Lyra, please don't laugh at me. I've fallen in love with him."Raising her eyes to Lady Lyra Phenix, who had always been like a sister and mentor to her, Lyna Kynn continued, "Sister Lyra, please don't be angry! You might think I'm foolish for loving someone like him. But he's a good man, and... I feel so happy!" She finished timidly, gazing at Lady Lyra Phenix like a child who'd done something wrong.

  Lady Lyra Phenix tenderly pulled Lyna Kynn into her embrace, whispering softly in her ear, "Silly girl, how could I be angry? I'm overjoyed! Come, tell me—has he been good to you?" Lyna Kynn nodded vigorously.

  "Have you and he already..." Lady Lyra Phenix suddenly asked softly. Lyna Kynn nodded knowingly and murmured, "Sister Phoenix, it felt so good." Lady Lyra Phenix teased, "You're not shy at all." Lyna Kynn whispered a few more words, and the two burst into laughter.

  Recalling Kaelan Drago holding the naked Lyna Kynn, Lady Lyra Phenix felt a wave of heat wash over her. "If it were me..." The thought surfaced in her mind. "Ah! I'm going to die. Why am I thinking this?"

  Lyna Kynn kept praising how wonderful Kaelan Drago was. Lady Lyra Phenix listened with envy and admiration, unable to help herself: "Yes! He really is wonderful!" At that moment, Lyna Kynn, regaining her usual sharpness, keenly sensed Lady Lyra Phenix's unusual state. She grinned mischievously and said, "Sis, have you fallen for him too?"

  Lady Lyra Phenix's cheeks flushed crimson as she protested, "Who would like him?"

  "Which 'him'?" Lyna Kynn drawled, stretching out the last syllable. Lady Lyra Phenix knew she'd slipped up but persisted in her denial. Lyna Kynn whispered in her ear, "Phoenix, he's quite the performer in bed! You'd absolutely adore him." Lady Lyra Phenix, both flustered and annoyed, snapped, "You little brat! How dare you say such things!"

  Just as the two were bickering, trumpets blared, signaling the generals to enter the tent. Lady Lyra Phenix smoothed her robes, composed herself, and prepared for today's battle plans.

  Lyna Kynn happily went to summon Kaelan Drago into the tent. This was normally the messenger's duty, but Lyna Kynn was too excited. She couldn't wait to see Kaelan Drago and tell him the good news.

  When Lyna Kynn entered Kaelan Drago's tent, he was still fast asleep, holding Jada Umbra close. Only Jada Umbra lay awake, her beautiful eyes wide as she studied the man who now possessed her body and had become her master.Last night's events played vividly in her mind. A faint, lingering ache still throbbed in her lower body, stirring a complex mix of emotions within her. Yet, the fact that her seal had been broken filled Jada Umbra with immense joy. She felt profound gratitude toward Kaelan Drago. As she watched him, her beautiful eyes gradually filled with a thousand tender emotions and a million expressions of deep gratitude.

  For countless years, she had known she possessed extraordinary abilities. Yet no matter how intensely The Dark Clan trained them, they could never wield these powers. They could only wait for someone to break the seals binding them. Jada Umbra was among the most gifted of her kin, becoming a Arcane Warrior at a young age. Still, this pale comparison to the true potential within them.

  Experiencing the immense power within her for the first time, Jada Umbra was like a child who had finally received a long-desired toy, playing with it tirelessly. She felt she could clearly sense the situation outside the tent, the movements of men and horses. She could see everything within fifty feet around her—this was the "Shadowsight." Jada Umbra knew that as long as she continued to develop it, the range would only grow larger.

  Suddenly, Jada Umbra's senses alerted her to a beautiful female warrior hurrying toward the tent.

  As Lyna Kynn lifted the tent flap and stepped inside, a beautiful naked woman suddenly leapt from the bed, glaring at her warily.

  Lyna Kynn gasped in shock, shrieking, "Kaelan!"

  Kaelan Drago lazily climbed out of bed and asked, "Lyna, what is it?"

  Lyna Kynn, both embarrassed and furious, demanded, "What is this? Where did she come from?"

  Kaelan Drago walked naked toward Lyna Kynn. The intense masculine aura made her body go limp, unable to stand.

  Kaelan Drago swept Lyna Kynn into his arms, gently nipping her crystal-clear ear as he murmured, "She's my new woman. What do you think?"

  Lyna Kynn leaned weakly against Kaelan Drago's embrace and murmured, "Celestial Dragon, keeping women privately within the military ranks is against the law. Don't you know that?" After a pause, she added with infinite coyness, "You could have come to me instead!"

  Kaelan Drago felt profoundly moved by Lyna Kynn's deep affection. He pressed a deep kiss to her silken hair and said, "Silly girl, the Lord General approved it."

  A weight lifted from Lyna Kynn's heart. She pouted her red lips and grumbled, "Celestial Dragon, why didn't you say so earlier?" Kaelan Drago replied, "You came in ready to confront me. When would I have had the chance?" Lyna Kynn blushed fiercely, burying her face in Kaelan Drago's broad chest.

  Kaelan Drago pulled Lyna Kynn toward Jada Umbra, whose expression was complex. "Come, let them meet." After Kaelan Drago finished the introduction, Lyna Kynn gracefully took Jada Umbra's hand and smiled, saying, "Sister Jada Umbra, forgive me for making you witness this."

  Seeing this, Jada Umbra relaxed her guard and smiled. "Miss..." Lyna Kynn cut her off. "Jada Umbra, you're being too formal."

  Kaelan Drago wrapped an arm around Jada Umbra's slender waist and added, "You're my personal maid. Just call her Lyna." Lyna Kynn beamed, "Some even call me Sister! How lovely!" Feeling Lyna Kynn's sincerity, Jada Umbra softly called out, "Lyna!"Lyna Kynn responded cheerfully. The two shared a smile, the atmosphere warm and friendly.

  Witnessing the women's harmony, Kaelan Drago grew so aroused his cock stiffened between his legs. He swept his arms around, one hand on each waist, lifting Lyna Kynn and Jada Umbra. Amidst their playful protests, the trio tumbled onto the narrow bed.

  Jada Umbra's body was burning hot, her exposed, exquisitely beautiful form writhing involuntarily, grinding against Kaelan Drago's powerful frame.Though Lyna Kynn felt profoundly shy about her first threesome, Kaelan Drago's deliberate caresses, combined with the room's sensual atmosphere, sent heat coursing through her body. Her delicate hands began to roam over his form of their own accord.

  Just as Kaelan Drago was about to seize the moment, Lyna Kynn's last shred of reason reminded her of their purpose. She forced herself to lift her head and said, "Dragon, Sister Phoenix is summoning you to the main tent."

  Kaelan Drago replied without looking up, "What right do I have to enter the main tent?"

  At that moment, Kaelan Drago's head was buried between Jada Umbra's luscious breasts, his mouth greedily devouring her glistening mounds while his hands busily undid Lyna Kynn's garments.

  "You're being promoted to Chiliarch!" Lyna Kynn's porcelain hand found Kaelan Drago's cock and began stroking it gently.

  "Even a Chiliarch has no right to enter the Central Division tent!" Kaelan Drago still did not lift his head. Indeed, only a Myriarch could attend the military council.

  Lyna Kynn grabbed Kaelan Drago's thick, long cock with a half-angry squeeze: "You dare disobey military orders."

  Kaelan Drago cried out in pain, finally lifting his head from Jada Umbra's chest. Her porcelain breasts were covered in the marks of lips and tongues.

  "That hurts! Watch out, or I'll spank your cute little butt until it blooms."

  Hearing this, Lyna Kynn's entire body tingled. She couldn't help but recall the sensation of Kaelan Drago entering her anus yesterday, and now she felt a tingling itch in her own behind. Lyna Kynn forced herself to compose, her tone stern: "Celestial Dragon, Sister Phoenix summons you on urgent business. You should go at once!"

  Military orders could not be disobeyed. Kaelan Drago suppressed his burning desire, dressing with the assistance of the two women. Naturally, during this time, he also indulged his caressing hands upon their bodies.

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