If even the hero falls, then the story should end, right?

(At dusk, the four members of the brave party "Dawn of Light" stepped into "Silverthorn Town," an affiliated town of Klaus Fortress. This town, which developed based on the famous fortress, should have been a bustling place where merchants, mercenaries, and adventurers gathered, but at this moment it seemed a little... too "orderly.")

At the head of the group was Cecilia, the "Crimson Rose," a bard clad in a fiery red leather tunic and shorts, revealing a glimpse of her supple waist and long, shapely legs. She strummed the strings of her lute, her alluring eyes sharply scanning the street. Several female knights, dressed in uniform knightly armor and black stockings that accentuated their slender legs, patrolled past in formation, their steps perfectly synchronized, their gazes calm and almost vacant. They seemed oblivious to the admiring or lewd glances cast upon them by passing male adventurers, only occasionally exchanging a brief look with other knights in similar attire—a look that seemed to harbor some unspoken understanding and…greed?

(Strange...) Cecilia thought to herself, (The guards here... are all women? And their demeanor... doesn't seem like that of a typical knightly order. Too quiet, lacking... humanity?)

"Hey! Arya! Hurry up! I smell the aroma of baked sweet berry pie! It's over there!" A clear, lively, and slightly spoiled child's voice rang out from the middle of the group. A loli mage, "Star Speaker" Melu, dressed in a deep purple mage robe with star and moon patterns, knee-high leather boots, and legs tightly encased in pure black stockings with silver magic patterns, was tugging at the sleeve of the tall woman behind her, excitedly pointing to a bakery on the street corner emanating a sweet aroma.

The one being dragged along was none other than the squad's priest, "Healer of the Holy Light," Lilith. She wore a pure white priest's robe, but the style of the robe was somewhat... peculiar. It wasn't a traditional loose-fitting robe, but rather a rather form-fitting one, outlining the curves of her slender waist and full bust. The hem was quite long, almost reaching her ankles, but the slits on both sides were surprisingly high, almost reaching the top of her thighs. As she walked, a pair of long, shapely legs, tightly encased in pure white stockings, were breathtakingly beautiful, appearing and disappearing through the gaps in the robe's hem with each step. The edges of the white stockings were edged with delicate lace, gathered above the knees, further emphasizing the white skin of that absolute territory above. Her temperament was holy and gentle, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and she wore the holy emblem of the God of Dawn on her chest, but that overly figure-hugging outfit also gave her an alluring, forbidden charm.

"Alright, alright, Melu, stop pulling, your sleeve's going to tear." Lilith smiled gently, her voice as warm as a spring breeze. She seemed long accustomed to the gazes, a mixture of amazement and desire, cast upon her, or rather... indifferent. Her attention was more focused on the excited little mage and the "light" and "aura" of her surroundings. (The "light" here... feels a bit... too "gentle"? The radiance of faith in the God of Dawn seems omnipresent, but...)

Bringing up the rear was the hero himself, "Silent Blade" Renn. He carried a two-handed greatsword almost as tall as himself, wore simple traveler's leather armor, and was tall and sturdy with a resolute and handsome face. However, at this moment, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes were somewhat unfocused, and his cheeks had a barely perceptible blush. Most of the time, his gaze was fixed on his toes or the stones on the street, only daring to glance occasionally at the swaying backs of his three female teammates ahead—especially Priestess Lilith's perfect legs, encased in pure white stockings, which occasionally glimpsed beneath her white robes. Every time he caught a glimpse of them, his heart would race, and he would quickly look away.

(Sigh… I’m still so nervous around them…) Renn sighed inwardly. He was a natural-born combat prodigy, with an astonishing aptitude for swordsmanship and magic, and unfathomable strength, enough to easily slay legendary dragons. But when facing women, especially beautiful women, his composure and power would instantly vanish, turning him into an awkward and easily embarrassed individual. Because of this, he was used to silently following behind his teammates, responsible for fighting and… paying the bills.

"Rain! Hurry up! Melu is starving!" Melu turned around, put her hands on her hips and shouted to the hero who was lagging behind, her purple twin tails swaying lively with her movements.

"Ah...yes, I'm coming." Renn responded and quickly quickened his pace to catch up, but still maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Cecilia slung her lute over her shoulder, turned to the group, and smiled, "Alright, Miss Sweet tooth, and our Holy Flower. Shall we find a place to stay? The 'Silverthorn Acorn' Inn—I heard it was good when I passed by last time; it's just down the street." As she spoke, her gaze seemingly casually swept over another patrol of black-stockinged female knights passing by the street corner. (I need to settle in first, then observe slowly… The atmosphere here makes even a seasoned veteran like me feel a little…uncomfortable. It's too perfect, as perfect as a meticulously painted picture.)

They soon found the "Silverthorn Acorn" inn. The inn was spacious and clean, and seemed to be doing good business, with many adventurers and merchants sitting in the lobby. The owner, a kind-looking middle-aged human woman, warmly greeted them and quickly arranged two adjacent rooms for them—as was customary, Lilith and Melu shared a room, while Rein and Cecilia each had a single room (Cecilia insisted on a single room because she "needed private space to create," while Rein did so because no one dared to share a room with him—his snoring was said to sound like a thunder lizard in a cave).

After putting down their luggage, Melu immediately grabbed Lilith and rushed out to explore the food scene. Raine, on the other hand, said he needed to go to the blacksmith to check on the weapons—usually his excuse to ease the tension of being alone with his female teammates.

Cecilia leaned against the window in her room, parting a corner of the heavy curtains to look down. On the street, the figures of the female knights in black stockings patrolled as always. Their expressions seemed perpetually calm, even carrying a kind of formulaic "friendliness." But Cecilia noticed that when they spoke with male residents or adventurers in town, beneath that "friendliness," a fleeting assessment, a hint of amusement, would flash across their eyes, like… hunters sizing up suitable prey. And when they met each other, a subtle, unspoken smile would curve their lips, their fingers occasionally brushing unintentionally against the tight black stockings on their thighs, or adjusting the hem of their skirts to reveal more of their alluring leg curves.

She closed the window, and unconsciously plucked a string, producing a clear and melodious note.

(Let's keep quiet for now. Lilith is too naive, Melu is still a child, and Renn… expecting him to discover these things is less reliable than hoping the goblins will learn to chant hymns.) Cecilia thought, a lazy yet slightly dangerous smile habitually playing on her lips. (Let this 'Crimson Rose' investigate first, to see what secrets lie hidden beneath this seemingly peaceful 'Silverthorn Town'… and whether these secrets are related to our holy and alluring priestess? After all, her attire is probably the most conspicuous signal in the eyes of some of her 'kin', isn't it?)

Night gradually enveloped Silverthorn Town. The inn's lobby was filled with the sounds of boisterous drinking and the singing of bards, but the streets outside the windows, with the rhythmic footsteps of the female knights on patrol, were unusually quiet, even... oppressively quiet.

Meanwhile, Melu, happily enjoying a steaming hot berry pie in the bakery, and Lilith, watching her tenderly, oblivious to the increasingly obvious, subtle stares directed at them, were unaware that an invisible net was slowly unfurling in this town, which had been quietly infiltrated and controlled by the "body-swapped" beastmen. Their arrival, especially Lilith's attire—a blend of holiness and sensuality—and the "pure soul" aura she exuded, which, to some, was like the brightest torch in the darkness, had already aroused the intense interest of the "hunters."

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(At the corner of the alley shrouded in twilight, a stone wall isolated the hustle and bustle of the main street. A patrol of six female knights, who had just brushed past the hero's party, was now gathered here. The sound of their armor rubbing together was slight, but louder were their hushed yet barely concealed, excited and rough voices.)

"Hey, did you see those guys? Especially those three females!" The leader, the "female knight"—a tall woman with short, neat chestnut hair—leaned against the cold stone wall, one foot in metal greaves casually resting on a protruding stone at the base of the wall, elbow on her knee, her posture as bold as a mercenary who had just drunk strong liquor. She licked her lips, which were painted with light pink lipstick, her eyes gleaming with the light of a hunter. "That priest in the white robe, those legs... tsk, wrapped in white stockings, swaying as she walks, the robe slit so high, she's definitely not wearing anything underneath! Much more attractive than those sluts in our group who 'wear' white stockings and pretend to pray!"

"Captain, your eyes are fixed on that!" A round-faced, seemingly young "female knight" scoffed. She simply took off her helmet, tucked it under her arm, and casually reached her other hand into the gap on the side of her breastplate, kneading her full breasts encased in a tight-fitting lining. "If you ask me, that little mage is the real deal! Purple robes, black stockings, slender legs, a crisp, tender voice—she'd definitely scream a mile a minute if I caught her! I... cough, back in the tribe, I always loved these small female prey; they struggled with such ****!" She spoke in a delicate, feminine voice, using vulgar, orcish language—a stark contrast.

"Pah! What's so special about a little bean sprout?" Another voluptuous "female knight," her knight uniform stretched taut, spat. She unbuttoned her collar, fanning herself with her hand, revealing a deep cleavage and a patch of skin slightly damp with sweat. "That pianist! See her? Such a thin waist, such a perky ass, her clothes can barely contain her! She's obviously a slut who needs to be fucked! Women like that are the real deal, so many ways to play with her, her moans would be louder than war drums!" As she spoke, she subconsciously brought her legs, encased in black stockings, together, the stockings rubbing together with a soft rustling sound, and a faint dark wet stain could be seen at the crotch of the stockings.

"You don't know anything!" the round-faced female knight who had previously "preferred small things" retorted. "So what if it's small? Small is exquisite! You can pose it in all sorts of ways! What's the use of that priest having big breasts? He's just a big, dumb oaf! That bard may be sexy, but he looks experienced, so boring!"

"Who the hell are you calling a big dummy?!" The tall captain was displeased, straightening her body. Although she still had a female body, her fierce aura was overwhelming. "Believe it or not, I'll crush your head with these 'big dummy' legs?!"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who! I'm still pretty strong!"

Just as the argument was about to escalate, the voluptuous female knight suddenly let out a suppressed, sweet moan.

"Hmm...you guys keep arguing..." She leaned against the wall, one leg slightly bent, heel against the wall, one hand boldly slipping under her skirt, slowly massaging the bulge between her legs through her black stockings. "Damn it...I can't even stand thinking about that bard wiggling his ass..."

The sound and movement were like a key, instantly unlocking some kind of gate.

The round-faced female knight's breathing quickened. She stopped arguing and looked at her captain, her eyes glazed over: "Captain... that little mage... if we pin her down on the table, tear off her black stockings... from behind..."

The tall captain's Adam's apple bobbed; she felt a hollow, throbbing wetness deep within her female body. The ferocious desires of her orcish nature intertwined with the physiological responses of her sensitive body, burning even more intensely. She glanced around at her teammates and saw the same flame burning in their eyes—a pure, undisguised sexual longing.

"All talk and no action..." The captain's voice took on a hoarse tone and a hint of lust, and a cruel smile, completely incongruous with her delicate features, spread across her lips. "Since neither of us can convince the other... let's stick to the old rules."

"The usual routine?" someone asked.

“Yes.” The captain puffed out his chest, which was bound by the breastplate, and a flash of green light appeared in his eyes. “Let’s have a ‘friendly match’ using the method of ‘Knights’ special training’. Whoever beats the other to the point of begging for mercy first will be temporarily right, and the winner can have the first ‘choose’ and ‘imagine’ his ‘fantasy object’ tonight.”

The so-called "Knight Order Special Training" and "Friendly Matches" were naturally invented by these body-swapped beastmen as "games" to satisfy their desires, hone their bodies, and relieve boredom—using the bodies of female knights to engage in lesbian intercourse.

"Haha! That's great!" The voluptuous female knight was the first to respond. She deftly unfastened the clasp of her breastplate, and with a clang, the heavy upper part of the metal breastplate was casually tossed to the ground, revealing her two prominent nipples clearly outlined by her tight-fitting inner lining. "I've been wanting to try and see what shape I can make the captain's breasts with these hands!"

The round-faced female knight grinned maliciously and began removing her arm armor and skirt armor: "Come on! Watch me take down this little sprout's fantasy... ah, I mean, watch me beat you big-breasted monster to a pulp!"

The other female knights also smiled excitedly and began to loosen their armor. The sound of metal striking the ground echoed in the alley, and soon, six "female knights" dressed only in disheveled undergarments, long black stockings, and boots appeared in the dim light. Their body curves were unique, but the desire in their eyes was exactly the same.

The captain walked to a relatively open area in the middle of the alley and stretched his wrists: "So... who goes first? The loser, while on night watch tonight, will be responsible for watching the people below from the tower while secretly masturbating until his legs go weak while thinking about the 'fantasy object' designated by the winner!"

Her response was a few eager, panting laughs.

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Deeper into the shadows of the alley, metal and leather lay scattered on the ground. Six knights, clad only in disheveled undergarments and jet-black stockings, were already entangled and wrestling together. It was less a "duel" and more an instinctive tearing and conquering driven by desire.

It was the hot female knight who took the initiative and hugged the tall captain first.

"Ugh—!" The fiery female knight growled, shoving her captain against the wall with brute ****. She roughly grabbed the captain's full breasts, which heaved violently from the removal of her breastplate, and kneaded them harshly through the thin, sweat-soaked white lining, her fingers digging deep into the flesh. "The captain's breasts…do they feel as soft as that priest's, huh?"

The captain groaned, the pain and strange pleasure causing her body to tremble, but she showed no weakness. Her long, powerful leg shot up, her metal-heeled boot slamming into the other woman's crotch—not a kick, but a grinding **** against the softest, swollen part beneath the black stockings. "Stop talking nonsense…you slut…are you already thinking about pulling down that bard's pants?!" With her other hand, she grabbed the other woman's hair, forcing her face up, and then, with a vengeful pleasure, kissed (or rather, gnawed) her lips heavily, her tongue roughly forcing its way through her teeth, mimicking the way males conquered females in her memory.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and the mingling of saliva. Their bodies rubbed together violently, their stockinged thighs intertwined, pressing against each other's sensitive areas.

On the other side, the round-faced female knight set her sights on a relatively slender "companion" with a long chestnut ponytail.

"Hehe... Don't dodge!" The round-faced female knight pounced on her with a strange laugh, pinning her to the ground and forcefully pushing her legs apart as she tried to close them. She straddled her waist and lowered herself, biting the collar of her inner shirt with her teeth and yanking it down!

"Rip—" The delicate fabric was torn, revealing a patch of fair skin and a half-covered bosom.

"You...!" The ponytail-wearing female knight was filled with shock and anger, struggling fiercely, but the round-faced female knight's power at this moment far exceeded the body's usual training level—it was a reflection of the orcish brute **** deep within her soul. She easily subdued her opponent, pinching one of her nipples hard with one hand and twisting it forcefully.

"Ah—! It hurts…!" The ponytail-wearing female knight cried out in pain, but her body responded honestly, and the black stockings between her legs quickly became even wetter.

"Pain? I haven't even used my full strength yet!" The round-faced female knight's eyes gleamed with sadistic intent. She lowered her head and, as if savoring prey, licked the fine sweat seeping from the other's neck with the tip of her tongue, then her collarbone, and finally, without any politeness, she took the other exposed nipple into her mouth, sucking and biting it forcefully. At the same time, her other hand slid down the other's flat abdomen, roughly probing the tightly closed entrance through the already soaked black stockings.

"Ugh... Haa... You... You bastard..." The ponytail knight's curses quickly turned into intermittent moans, her body writhing helplessly between pain and the pleasure forcibly aroused. An inopportune image flashed through her mind of the little mage in purple robes and black stockings fleeing in panic, only to be easily caught and pinned down by her. This fantasy made her resistance even more feeble, and she even subconsciously arched her back.

The remaining two female knights weren't idle either. They rolled on the cold stone floor, tearing at each other's last vestiges of clothing like wild beasts. Their stockings were torn by fingernails, making a soft tearing sound, revealing whiter or bruised skin beneath. They attacked each other with their teeth, nails, knees, elbows… every part of their bodies they could use, leaving their own marks and stimulation on each other's skin. Gasps, suppressed cries of pain, sweet moans, the muffled thuds of flesh colliding, the rustling of stockings rubbing together… all intertwined into a lewd and frenzied symphony.

The battle between the tall captain and the fiery female knight reached its climax. The two tumbled to the ground against the wall, and the fiery female knight seized the opportunity to squeeze one of her thighs, wrapped in torn black stockings, between the captain's legs, rubbing her knee hard against his most sensitive spot.

"Ugh—! You... slut!" The captain trembled violently, throwing her head back and letting out a long, tearful moan. The intense stimulation made her lose her senses instantly; her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluid, which soaked through her panties and stockings, even leaving a small wet patch on the stone slab beneath her.

But she also seized the opportunity. In the instant that her opponent relaxed slightly due to the "successful attack", she suddenly flipped over and, with her superior fighting skills (mixed with the orc's fighting instincts), pinned the fiery female knight to the ground and sat on her chest.

"You like to top, huh?" The captain panted, her face flushed with victory and rage. She raised her hand and slapped the other woman hard across the face, then grabbed her by the tattered collar of her undershirt and **** her face down towards the wet, almost dark, area between her legs. "Lick it clean! And while you're doing that, think about how that bard licked other people's toes!"

The fiery female knight was beaten senseless, but an even stronger sense of humiliation and the thrill of being commanded made her tremble. She offered little resistance, instead obediently (or rather, eagerly) sticking out her tongue and licking eagerly through the wet, intensely feminine black stockings, letting out satisfied moans. In her mind, she could indeed picture Cecilia's alluring face, humiliatedly licking the sole of her boot.

On the other side, the round-faced female knight had already tortured the ponytail female knight with her teeth and fingers until she was limp and almost fainting, only able to let out intermittent sobs and moans. The round-faced female knight herself was also panting heavily, her face flushed. She turned the other woman over, making her lie face down on the ground, and then quickly pulled off her own underwear, which was already soaked and torn in several places. She then roughly pulled the other woman's tattered black stockings and underwear down to her ankles.

“Little sprout… I’ll show you…” She gasped for breath, leaning on his back and thrusting her hips forward—though she didn’t have a real male organ, the action was full of symbolic invasion, and her hard pelvis and fingers pressed and rubbed precisely at his most **** parts.

"Ahhh—! No...don't..." The ponytail-wearing female knight let out a sharp cry, her body convulsing violently. Under the dual stimulation of fantasy (being cried and begged for mercy by the little mage) and reality (being violently violated by her companion), she reached a painful and **** climax, her love juices gushing out, and her body completely went limp.

The "battle" in the alley ended with all participants lying on the ground, disheveled, either sobbing softly or panting with satisfaction. Almost all of their stockings were torn, their bodies were covered in bruises, teeth marks, and scratches, and their genitals were covered in mud. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, bodily fluids, and a hint of blood.

The tall captain struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall with her legs wide open, her chest heaving. Looking at her equally disheveled but still excited teammates, she said in a hoarse voice, "...A tie? Or...continue?"

"Next time... next time I'm definitely going to win..." The fiery female knight licked the salty liquid remaining at the corner of her mouth and said with a dazed look in her eyes, "That bard... I'm going to be the first to 'taste' him..."

The round-faced female knight chuckled, her fingers unconsciously digging into her crotch: "Little mage... is mine..."

“Well then,” the captain said, catching his breath, a sharp glint in his eyes, “the target has been identified. The Silverthorn Acorn Inn, right? Notify the higher-ups… say that a ‘high-quality prey’ has been found, especially that white-stockinged priest… her soul and body exude an irresistible ‘fragrance’.”

Supporting each other, they struggled to put on the scattered pieces of armor. Although their bodies were still trembling slightly from the afterglow and the intense "exercise," and the flush of desire on their faces had not yet faded, when they put their helmets back on, walked out of the alley, and stepped into the main street illuminated by the magic streetlights, they instantly returned to their serious, orderly, and meticulous appearance as a patrol of female knights.

Only when they exchanged glances did the burning, primal desire within them, eager to turn their fantasies into reality, reveal the truth beneath their calm exteriors.

A meticulously planned trap and hunt targeting the hero's team has officially begun its countdown after this lewd "prelude." Meanwhile, the unsuspecting members of the hero's team are perhaps still in their rooms, preparing for tomorrow's journey, or soundly asleep.

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The next morning, in the lobby of the "Silver Acorn" Hotel.

Raine stood solemnly before his companions, struggling to find the words: "Today...we're going to...the Adventurers' Guild...to accept...to accept a quest!"

Melu stood on tiptoe and patted his thigh (not reaching his shoulder): "Okay, okay, Ryan, stop talking like that. We've been waiting for you for a while now, we've already finished breakfast."

Lilith smiled gently, adjusting the collar and cuffs of her white priest's robe. Beneath the high slit of her skirt, her pure white stockings almost shimmered in the morning light. "It's alright, Renn, take your time. Let's go."

Cecilia said nothing, simply slung her lute over her shoulder, and thoughtfully glanced at the inn's entrance—where two female knights in black stockings stood at impeccable military posture, calmly watching the people coming and going. But Cecilia keenly noticed that as Lilith passed by, one of the knights' Adam's apples (though a woman's body, this subtle swallowing motion) moved almost imperceptibly.

The Adventurers' Guild in Silverthorn Town is a two-story building of mixed stone and wood, appearing more rugged and practical than the town itself. The hall is somewhat noisy, filled with all sorts of adventurers, mercenaries, and merchants.

Raine took a deep breath and mustered his courage to walk toward the reception desk. Behind the desk was a young woman wearing a well-fitting black shirt, a tight-fitting short skirt, sheer black stockings, and low-heeled leather shoes. She wore a union badge on her chest and was skillfully arranging parchment scrolls.

"Hello... I... We... the Hero Squad... want to... want to take on a mission..." Renn's voice grew softer and softer, his face grew redder and redder, and his eyes darted around, but he dared not look directly at the other person's professional smile and slender fingers wrapped in black stockings.

The receptionist maintained her smile and waited patiently: "Hello, sir. What is your party's level? What type of quest would you like to take? For example, raiding, escorting, exploration..."

“That…that…slaying…orcs…” Renn felt his tongue get tied and his palms sweat.

"An orc extermination mission? Please wait a moment." The clerk skillfully flipped through the mission board and crystal records, but soon, she frowned slightly. "Hmm... that's strange. Logically speaking, there should be frequent sporadic orc raids or reconnaissance missions in the border areas, but in the last few days... there haven't been any of these missions, not even low-risk reconnaissance missions."

"N-nothing?" Renn was stunned; this was completely different from what he had expected.

Melu hopped over and leaned against the edge of the counter: "What?! What are we going to fight then? Practice fighting slimes?"

Lilith stepped forward and politely inquired, "Excuse me, is there no orc activity lately? Or is there another reason?"

The clerk shook her head. "The guild isn't too clear on the specifics either. We've only heard that the female knights of Klaus Fortress have significantly increased their patrols and mopping-up operations recently, almost day and night, sweeping through the wilderness and forests surrounding the fortress. Perhaps they're too efficient and have cleared out all the nearby orc strongholds." As she spoke, a hint of doubt appeared on her face. "But...it's a bit too clean, almost too clean..."

While Renn was still trying to organize his thoughts to ask about other mission types, Melu had already begun impatiently tugging at his cloak.

Cecilia did not join the discussion at the counter. She leaned casually against a pillar, tuning her lute, but her ears were keenly listening to the scattered conversations of the other adventurers in the hall.

"...Hey, did you hear? Old Jack was on watch last night and said he saw a group of female knights returning from the northern woods, their horses carrying what looked like several large sacks, dripping with blood... But this morning, the Knights said they wiped out a small orc camp."

"Wiped out? I think it's more like they brought back 'goods'... The price of 'high-quality slaves' on the black market has dropped a bit lately."

"Not just that! The other night I was drunk and took a shortcut through the alley behind the Knights' camp. Guess what I heard? Women's voices! Not the kind of shouting used in training, but... it was like moaning during sex! Wave after wave, from several people! I thought some brothel had opened in the wrong place, but when I looked up, I saw the Knights' flag hanging on the wall!"

"You heard that too? I thought I was hallucinating! And, the other day I was staring at a female knight's ass for ages. Normally I'd be whipped by now, but guess what? That girl turned around and glanced at me, and instead of getting angry, she... she lifted her skirt armor! It was a quick movement, but I definitely saw it! Her stockings underneath... tsk tsk, right there on her thighs..." "

This is weird, fucking weird. Has the knight order changed? Or are they all under some kind of lecherous curse?"

"Keep your voice down! Are you crazy? If they hear you, they might 'invite' you in for 'investigation,' and then..."

Cecilia's fingertips paused on the strings, her eyes turning slightly cold. The rumors might be exaggerated, but there was no smoke without fire. The Knights' unusual behavior, the strange gaps in the quest board, and the subtle details she had observed last night… all these clues began to connect in her mind.

She left the pillar and walked over to her teammate who was still struggling in front of the counter.

“Raine,” she said, her voice not loud but loud enough for the other three to hear, “I don’t see any high-paying missions suitable for us here for the time being. How about this, you guys take a closer look here and see if there are any other exploration or escort missions, or go to the market to replenish your supplies.”

She turned to Lilith and Melu, her tone light: "Lilith, Melu, you two accompany Rein to look around some more, and keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't spend all of his year's mission rewards on unnecessary equipment." After making a small joke to ease the atmosphere, she continued, "I have a bit of inspiration. I want to go to town, gather some inspiration, and see if I can compose a new piece about 'Silverthorn Town's peaceful morning'."

"Goed to collect folk songs again?" Melu muttered. "Cecilia, every time you come back from your folk song trips, you play tunes that make people blush and their hearts race..."

Lilith nodded gently: "Okay, Cecilia, be careful. The town may look peaceful, but it is, after all, the border."

Rein breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could temporarily escape the continuous interaction with the strange woman (the receptionist), anything was fine: "Okay, okay, Cecilia, you, you go ahead."

Cecilia nodded politely to the counter clerk, then turned and walked lightly out of the Adventurers' Guild hall. Instead of heading straight for the bustling market, she turned into a relatively quiet alley, her fingers seemingly casually strumming the strings of her instrument, while she quickly planned her route in her mind.

(The knights' encampment... the regular patrol routes... the strange noises at night... the vanished orcs... and the way those female knights looked at Lilith...) A cold smile curved her lips. ('A peaceful morning'? Probably just a false calm before the storm. Time to listen to the true 'pulse' of the 'town'.)

The bard's figure quickly blended into the bustling street scene of Silverthorn Town in the early morning, but the direction she was heading vaguely pointed to the northwest corner of the town—the area shrouded in the shadows of the towering walls and towers of the main buildings of Klaus Fortress, and also the direction of the female knights' camp, as mentioned by adventurers.

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In the northwest corner of the town, near the knights' encampment, lies a relatively isolated group of stone buildings, which served as the barracks and offices for a certain knight squad. In a room on the second floor, bearing a plaque that reads "Seventh Patrol Squad,"...

When the squad leader's door was knocked on, she was leaning back in her high-backed chair, her feet, clad in black stockings and tall military boots, resting unceremoniously on the edge of her desk piled high with files. One hand was inside the collar of her dark blue, slightly damp, knight's uniform shirt, roughly kneading one of her breasts; the other hand was inside the hem of her leather skirt, frantically fiddling with her crotch through the equally soaked, darkened black stockings. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed, and a suppressed, sweet moan escaped her throat. Her mind replayed the resentment of her "defeat" in the morning street battle at the fiery subordinate's hands, and the scene of projecting that humiliation and lust onto the white-stockinged priest in her fantasy—the fantasy of herself roughly pressing him onto the altar, tearing open his holy white robe and stockings…

"Knock knock knock!"

The knocking on the door persisted.

"Damn it!" The squad leader opened her eyes abruptly, cursing as she quickly pulled her hand away and straightened her disheveled shirt and skirt, but the flush on her cheeks and the lingering lust in her eyes were difficult to conceal immediately. "Come...come in!" she tried to make her voice sound normal.

The door was pushed open, and a female knight, also dressed in a knight's uniform and black stockings, but with an overly rigid expression, strode in, stood at attention, and saluted: "Report, Captain! Patrol Point Three (near the Adventurers' Guild) reports that the target, 'Crimson Rose' Cecilia Viola, left the Adventurers' Guild alone twenty minutes ago and is currently loitering near 'Grey Feather Alley' in the western district of the town, seemingly observing the terrain and pedestrians."

The squad leader leaned back in her chair, one hand seemingly casually resting on the edge of the table, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the surface. Her other hand moved under the table, gently pressing against her still-empty, throbbing sensitive area through her skirt and stockings. "Alone? Hmph, just as I thought, a wanton slut." She licked her slightly dry lips, her eyes gleaming. "Did she notice something?"

"No clear investigative activity has been detected yet, but their route of movement shows a tendency to move closer to the outskirts of the base, and their vigilance seems to be higher than that of ordinary adventurers."

“Continue surveillance, but don’t alert her.” The squad leader pondered for a moment. “She’s not the primary target; that white-stockinged priestess is the ‘main course.’ This bard… her figure is hot enough, her attire is provocative enough, and her soul is probably ‘unique’ too.” As she spoke, the movement of her other hand under the table increased slightly, her fingertips sinking into her soft flesh through the wet stockings, bringing waves of pleasure that made her grit her teeth. “Let her lower her guard first. Today, only send two groups to take turns monitoring her from a distance, recording her patterns of movement and the people she contacts. Also…” A calculating glint flashed in her eyes, “Notify Jennifer, the spinster in ‘Logistics’ (referring to the replaced logistics supervisor), that I need to apply for a ‘special equipment update’ authorization, targeting… the Adventurers’ Guild’s night shift receptionist and some key clerical staff. The reason is… ‘Strengthen intelligence control to prevent suspicious elements from infiltrating.’”

A fleeting, unspoken excitement flashed across the female knight's eyes as she reported. She stood at attention and said, "Yes, Captain!" She was about to turn and leave.

"Wait a minute." The squad leader called out to her, his hands under the table stopping, a hint of impatience and unsatisfied frustration on his face. "Next time... when you report, listen to the noise first!" She glared at him meaningfully.

The female knight nodded expressionlessly, "Understood, Captain." She turned and left, closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, the squad leader immediately put his feet off the table, leaned back in his chair with some irritation, and probed under his skirt again. This time, he simply tore open the already soaked crotch of the stockings, his fingertips piercing into the muddy, warm softness without any obstruction, and began to move more intensely.

"Damn... I almost..." she gasped, her other hand gripping and kneading her breasts so hard that two buttons of her shirt popped open. "No... tonight... tonight I have to get my hands on that receptionist girl from the guild... that black stockings... and the way they look at those vulgar adventurers with that haughty yet helpless expression... tsk, after I switch places with them, it'll be really interesting to have them 'serve' their former colleagues with their bodies..."

She quickened the pace of her fingers, and under the dual stimulation of fantasy (playing with the new body) and planning (capturing the prey), she quickly reached a brief but intense climax, her body convulsing as she curled up in a ball on the chair.

After a moment, she caught her breath, straightened her clothes, walked to the window, and looked at the occasional female knight patrol passing by on the street below, a cold, hunter-like smile on her face.

The order was executed silently.

(West District of the town, Grey Feather Alley.)

Cecilia strolled leisurely, lute in her arms, occasionally plucking a few off-key melodies, as if genuinely searching for creative inspiration. Her striking red hair and revealing, sexy attire attracted many glances—curious stares from ordinary townspeople, undisguised greedy stares from male adventurers, but more than anything else…a clinging, evaluative gaze.

Whenever she felt that peculiar gaze and quickly looked back, she always saw one or more female knights "diligently" carrying out their patrol duties. They were either inspecting street stalls, questioning passersby, or simply marching in formation, their steps synchronized, their eyes fixed straight ahead. Except for the occasional, very rare moment, Cecilia seemed to catch a fleeting glance from one of the female knights—a glance that didn't seem to be looking at a stranger to be wary of, but rather more like... assessing a piece of exquisite porcelain that was about to be obtained, a "luxury item" to be savored and played with? Especially when it swept over her exposed waist, abdomen, thighs, and chest, that assessing meaning became even stronger.

(Was it just my imagination? Or...?) Cecilia's doubts grew stronger. She tried to approach the outer walls of the Knights' encampment, only to find that the seemingly lax patrol routes cleverly blocked all viewpoints that offered easy access to the interior. When she tried to feign being lost and ask a female knight guarding an alleyway for directions, the woman answered politely, but her overly standardized smile and emotionless eyes sent a chill down Cecilia's spine. Moreover, she noticed that as the woman answered, her fingers seemed to unconsciously rub the hilt of the sword at her waist—not a tense or wary gesture, but more like... an ****, somewhat aggressive habit?

Just as she was about to venture a little deeper, perhaps using some "tricks" (like creating some chaos) to test the waters, a familiar voice came from the direction of the market not far away.

"Cecilia! Found you!" Melu ran over, holding a bunch of candied berries. The hem of her purple mage robe and her slender legs in black stockings were quite eye-catching in the sunlight. "Rain bought a whole bunch of weird potions and whetstones, and Sister Lilith is picking out new bandages and holy water. She's so bored! Come and help her out!"

Lilith and Ryan followed from behind. Lilith carried a small basket filled with supplies; her white figure and stockings stood out in the crowd, attracting considerable attention. Ryan, on the other hand, was carrying a bulging bag, his face slightly flushed, as if he had just finished a "difficult" shopping negotiation.

Cecilia sighed inwardly, knowing that today's solo investigation had to end here. With everyone watching, especially Lilith and Melu present, she couldn't show too much abnormality and alert the potential "monitors."

"Okay, I'm coming." She flashed a bright smile, facing her teammates, cleverly using her body to block Melu's gaze from an overly persistent direction. "Let me see what goodies you all bought."

(They can't find out...at least not now.)

After the squad regrouped, they replenished their supplies in the market area. Cecilia no longer felt the intense, targeted surveillance she had experienced before, but occasionally, as she swept through the streets and alleys, she could still see the figures of the female knights in black stockings patrolling, like a silent backdrop to the town.

In the evening, they returned to the Silver Acorn Inn.

(Late at night, Adventurers' Guild.)

The last document was filed, and the crystal recorder was turned off. Three receptionists, dressed in matching black shirts, pencil skirts, black stockings, and leather shoes, walked with slightly tired but relaxed steps, chatting and laughing as they prepared to lock up and leave.

"That stuttering hero was really interesting today."

"Yeah, but all the girls in his party were pretty, especially the priest."

"Stop talking about it, getting home and taking a hot bath is the real priority..."

The brown-haired girl at the head of the group had just taken out a heavy brass key, preparing to lock the door, when the door was pushed open from the outside.

Three female knights, dressed in neat knightly uniforms and with expressionless faces, stood at the doorway, blocking the way. Their eyes appeared particularly deep in the dim light.

"Ladies, please wait a moment." The lead female knight spoke, her voice calm and even. "The Knights have received intelligence that suspicious individuals have been using guild channels to transmit illegal information. We need a few of you to come back with us to assist in the investigation."

"Assist with the investigation? Now?" The brown-haired girl hesitated for a moment, instinctively tightening her grip on the keys. "But... it's already very late, and we're just receptionists, we don't handle any contact..."

Before she could finish speaking, the female knight struck with lightning speed, delivering a precise chop to the side of her neck. The brown-haired girl groaned and collapsed.

The other two girls stared wide-eyed in terror, but before they could even scream, they were swiftly and decisively knocked **** by the other two female knights in the same manner.

The whole process was so fast it was almost silent; only the faint hum of the crystal chandelier remained in the union hall.

Three female knights dragged the **** girls out of the guild like sacks, stuffing them into a closed carriage at the entrance that was unmarked but clearly modified. The wheels rolled over the cobblestones with a soft sound, quickly disappearing into the deep night of Silverthorn Town, heading towards the Knights' headquarters.

Meanwhile, Cecilia lay on her bed in the inn, staring at the ceiling, her fingers unconsciously tapping the edge of the bed. The eerie feeling of being watched during the day, the rumors among the adventurers, the anomaly on the quest board, and Lilith's overly conspicuous outfit... all the clues swirled in her mind.

(Something's not right...something's really not right.) She rolled over and looked out the window at the quiet street. (Looks like I'll have to use some unconventional methods to find a way out. Hopefully...it's not too late.)

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It was another seemingly peaceful morning when the clock tower in Silverthorn Town struck seven. The doors of the Adventurers' Guild opened precisely on time, and the light from the crystal chandeliers illuminated the slightly empty hall.

Behind the counter, three receptionists were already in place. They were still wearing their uniforms: black shirts, tight-fitting short skirts, and sheer black stockings, with low-heeled leather shoes. But upon closer inspection, they looked different from usual.

The shirt collar appeared to be unbuttoned, revealing lace trim and a deeper cleavage; the waistline of the pencil skirt seemed intentionally pulled up, making the already tight skirt dangerously short, almost exposing the entire thigh covered in black stockings. The hem of the skirt was only a finger's width away from the top of the stockings, and with a slight movement, one could even glimpse the view under the skirt—there, the crotch of the stockings seemed to have been deliberately trimmed or torn, or perhaps… there was no underwear at all? The sheer black fabric, under the light, vaguely outlined the untrimmed, full, swollen mons pubis below, and a hidden indentation in the middle.

Their conversations were completely different now.

"Tsk... This wind is blowing in... It's chilly, it's blowing right up to my crotch..." The blonde (the original brown-haired girl, whose soul has been replaced) squinted, her fingers seemingly unintentionally tracing the edge of her stockings at the base of her thigh, feeling the shiver under the fabric and the subtle coolness in the air stimulating her sensitive areas. "When I was wearing animal skins before, I never felt this ticklish... Ah..." As she spoke, her elbow "accidentally" touched the chest of her red-haired colleague (another person who had been replaced).

"Ouch!" The red-haired receptionist exclaimed dramatically, but instead of flinching, she puffed out her chest, making her full breasts, which were already bursting out from under her shirt, even more prominent. "What are you touching! Don't you have any yourself?" she said defiantly, reaching out and, with her fingers spread, directly covering one of her blonde colleague's breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, she grabbed and kneaded it forcefully. "But... to be honest, this thing feels so much better to squeeze than our old, flat chest muscles, so soft and bouncy... um..."

"Stop it... what if someone comes..." the blonde receptionist said, but her body didn't resist. She even leaned back slightly, making it easier for the other person to knead her, and suppressed moans escaped her throat. Her other hand slid down to between her legs, and through the thin stockings and the fabric that wasn't covered by underwear, she gently pressed the already wet crevice.

"What's there to be afraid of? There aren't many people here at this time." A third voice rang out; it was the black-haired receptionist with frameless glasses, the one who looked the most aloof (and was also the one being replaced). She pushed up her glasses, her gaze behind the lenses filled with curiosity and inquiry. She was looking down, gently twirling the edge of the stockings on her legs with her fingers. "This 'stocking'... it's such a wonderful thing. It fits tightly without feeling constricting, and it rubs against the skin when you walk... especially here," her fingers slid down her inner thigh to her groin, "Every step feels like being scratched by the lightest feather... Last night during the 'adaptation training,' those older sisters (referring to the female knights who were replaced first) used feathers and tongues... um..." She seemed to realize she had let something slip and coughed lightly, but the blush that quickly rose on her face and the lingering moisture in her eyes betrayed her lingering relish.

“Exactly! Human vagina… no, ‘our’ vagina right now, being touched, licked, or even just gently pushed in with a fake thing (referring to the tool used for ‘adaptation’ last night)… that feeling…” The blonde receptionist gasped as she continued, her hands under the table moving faster, the dark wet patch on the crotch of her stockings slowly expanding, “more dizzying than winning a fight, more dizzying than getting the most delicious prey… it’s unstoppable…”

"I really want to..." The red-haired receptionist licked her lips, her gaze fixed intently on her blonde colleague's chest rising and falling with her breath, and on her hand that was secretly moving under the table.

Just then, the union's door was pushed open.

The four members of the Heroic Squad entered. Rein led the way, holding the token he'd earned after completing the mission, his expression still slightly tense and serious. Melu skipped along beside him, looking around curiously. Lilith walked gracefully behind, her white figure still drawing attention. Cecilia brought up the rear, her gaze habitually sweeping across the hall. When she saw the three receptionists behind the counter, her brow twitched almost imperceptibly—their uniforms, their demeanor, and the faint, almost imperceptible scent in the air, a mixture of perfume, sweat, and another sweet aroma… something was wrong.

“Hello… We’re here to hand in our missions…” Raine walked to the counter and spoke to the blonde receptionist (who had quickly withdrawn her hand from under the table, but whose blush and slightly disordered breathing had not yet completely subsided).

“Okay, Mr. Hero, please show me your mission credentials.” The blonde receptionist tried her best to make her voice sound professional and steady, but there was still a slight, almost imperceptible tremor at the end. She took the credentials and began to register them in the logbook.

Melu clung to the edge of the counter, looking around curiously. Suddenly, she blinked her big purple eyes and pointed to the red-haired receptionist next to her, who was slumped over the counter with her face buried between her crossed arms and full breasts. She whispered to Lilith, "Sister Lilith, look at that lady. Why is she lying down? Is she asleep? Her... um, her chest looks really soft."

Hearing this, Lilith also looked over. Indeed, the red-haired receptionist was slumped over the table in an extremely languid (or rather, listless) posture, her full breasts squeezed into an alluring shape, and from the side, one could even see the deep purple lace peeking out from the gaps in her shirt buttons. Her shoulders seemed to be trembling slightly, her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness, and her breathing was somewhat rapid.

"Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?" Lilith stepped forward with concern and asked gently. Her voice was like a clear spring, carrying a healing power.

The red-haired receptionist stiffened abruptly, as if startled. She managed to lift her head, her face a mixture of panic and **** composure, with even a few tears welling in the corners of her eyes. "N-nothing! Thank you for your concern! I just... I just didn't sleep well last night, I'm a little tired..." she said quickly, her voice trembling, her eyes darting away, avoiding the pure-hearted pastor's gaze, before burying her face back down.

(The real reason lies beneath the table, in the shadows beyond the reach of ordinary eyes.)

The bespectacled, black-haired receptionist was currently crouching under the red-haired receptionist's desk. Her hands were cradling her colleague's slender ankle, encased in sheer black stockings. Her pink tongue was gently and erotically licking upwards along the smooth surface of the stockings, from the instep clad in low-heeled shoes, down the beautifully curved calf, the back of the knee, and the smooth inner thigh…

The skin tightly encased in red stockings was wet and glistening with saliva and from their previous "game." Her tongue deftly probed the opening of the stockings, which was wide open and already soaked due to the lack of underwear, and precisely located the engorged and erect clitoris, gently teasing it.

"Ugh...!" The red-haired receptionist's body trembled violently, almost slipping off the chair. She bit her arm hard to barely swallow the groan. She could feel that wet, agile tongue scraping against her most sensitive spot through the thin, sticky stockings, bringing waves of overwhelming, tingling pleasure. Even worse, the other person seemed unsatisfied, gently nibbling at the edge of the stockings and the soft flesh of her tender inner thighs with their teeth.

“Miss, are you sure you don’t need any help? Perhaps you’d like some refreshing herbal tea?” Lilith was even more puzzled by her strong reaction and moved closer, even able to smell an even stronger, sweet feminine scent emanating from the other woman.

"No, no need! Really no need!" The red-haired receptionist's voice was choked with sobs and suppressed gasps. "I... I'm just too tired... I'll just lie down for a bit... Please... please continue processing your business..." she pleaded, her hands under the table gripping the edge tightly, her nails almost digging into the wood, trying to use the pain to fight off the surging waves of pleasure in her lower body.

Seeing her insistence, Lilith, though still suspicious, didn't press further and simply nodded, turning her attention back to Ryan and the blonde receptionist who were handling their business, whispering something to Melu.

Just as Lilith looked away—

A glint of triumphant excitement and a mischievous smile flashed in the eyes of the black-haired receptionist crouching under the table. Suddenly, she buried her face completely between her red-haired colleague's legs, no longer using stockings as a barrier, but instead using the tip of her tongue to directly pry open the slippery, sticky, slightly parted labia, and thrust it deep inside!

"Mmmmmm!!!"

The red-haired receptionist arched her back violently as if struck by a high-voltage current, her breasts slamming heavily against the desk with a dull thud. The **** stimulation was too much for her to bear; her mind went blank, and her body followed its most primal instincts. One of her hands slid swiftly down the edge of the desk, pinching one of her already erect nipples hard through her shirt, frantically kneading and twisting it, trying to overwhelm or guide this overwhelming pleasure with even stronger stimulation.

At the same time, her lower body suddenly contracted violently, and a warm, almost transparent love fluid gushed out as if she had lost control of her bladder, directly drenching the face of the black-haired receptionist who was engrossed in her work.

"Pfft...!" The black-haired receptionist was sprayed and looked up, her face and glasses covered in a sticky, wet liquid. But instead of being angry or disgusted, she stuck out her tongue and greedily licked the liquid from her lips and face, her eyes filled with ecstasy and satisfaction. "Tsk tsk... so sweet... even sweeter than last night's 'training fluid' (referring to their own vaginal fluids)..." she chuckled, then bent down like a thirsty little animal, carefully licking clean the few drops of lewd liquid that had dripped onto the floor and chair legs, her movements so practiced it was chilling.

The red-haired receptionist, however, slumped completely onto the table, as if all her bones had been removed. Only her chest heaved violently, her cheeks buried in her sweaty arms, emitting soft, intermittent sobs and satisfied sighs like a kitten. The afterglow of her climax made all her muscles tremble slightly, her stockinged legs unconsciously parting slightly, the dark, wet patch between her legs even more noticeable beneath the sheer black stockings.

All of this happened in the shadow of less than half a square meter inside the counter, perfectly concealed by the tall counter and the red-haired receptionist.

Outside the counter, Raine finally finished the handover procedures with some difficulty and received his payment. Melu was pestering Lilith with questions. Cecilia, meanwhile, leaned against a pillar a little further away, her arms crossed, her gaze sharp as an eagle as she scanned the three receptionists—the blonde, though trying to appear calm, had bright red ears and was breathing unsteadily; the red-haired one was slumped, "too tired," her exposed neck flushed pink from a post-orgasmic flush; the black-haired one had somehow stood up and was wiping her glasses and mouth with a tissue, but her movements were somewhat too slow and…reminiscent?

(It wasn't just the disheveled uniforms... the atmosphere between them, that secret excitement and satisfaction... and the increasingly strong, sweet, fishy smell mixed with bodily fluids in the air...) Cecilia's heart sank. (What happened last night...? These people are definitely not right.)

"Alright, let's go." Lilith's gentle voice rang out. She seemed unaware of the deeper unease, only sensing that the receptionists might genuinely be tired or unwell. "Let's not disturb their work."

"Oh..." Melu responded somewhat reluctantly.

Ryan put away his money bag and breathed a sigh of relief.

Cecilia took one last, deep look at the three "refreshed" receptionists, then turned and followed the group out of the Adventurers' Guild. The dangerous suspicion in her mind grew clearer and more unsettling.

(We must act quickly... This town is even more "sick" than I imagined. And these "symptoms" seem to be spreading to more central parts at an alarming rate... For example, someone among us?) Her gaze inadvertently fell on Lilith, who was walking ahead, completely unaware of the situation, and still exuding an aura of holiness and innocence.

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The morning sun shone brightly outside the "Silverthorn Acorn" inn, but a shadow hung over Cecilia's heart. On her way back from the Adventurers' Guild, she remained silent, her mind replaying the strange behavior of the three receptionists and the lingering sweet smell in the air.

Rein, at the front of the line, seemed to be trying to recall something. Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and said somewhat awkwardly to Lilith and Cecilia, "Ah... um... the blond receptionist asked me to tell you (he looked at Lilith and Cecilia) that yesterday's client... apparently said you left something there? And asked you to go... um... to the open space behind 'Grey Raven Warehouse' to retrieve it?" Rein tried his best to recall what the blond receptionist had whispered (to suppress his panting), "The client will be waiting for you there... this morning."

Then, he turned to Melu, who was tugging at Lilith's sleeve and looking expectantly at the dessert shop across the street, and **** a smile: "Melu, Melu, shall we... shall we go get something good to eat? I've heard that their 'Honey Slime Jelly' and 'Molten Chocolate Cake' are very famous."

"Really? Yay!" Melu cheered immediately, her attention completely drawn to the dessert. She let go of Lilith's clothes and grabbed Rein's arm instead. "Rein is the best! Come on, come on! Lilith, Cecilia, go get your things and then come find us!"

Lilith paused for a moment, then smiled gently. "Okay, thank you, Renn. Cecilia, we..."

Cecilia's heart sank. (The item was left behind? Behind the Gray Raven warehouse?) Although she had her suspicions yesterday, she had not had direct contact with the so-called "client" (Raine and the receptionist handled it). This sudden message, and the location so specifically pointing to the secluded area of ​​the West End that she had explored alone the day before... all these signs made her almost certain that this was a clumsy but clearly targeted trap.

She looked at Raine's innocent face, which seemed to say, "Finally, I have a chance to act alone without being so nervous," and "The dessert budget is going to be over budget," then glanced at the excited Melu, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. (Tell him? He either won't believe her, or he'll get nervous and alert the enemy, or it'll just make things more dangerous... That stupid hero.)

"Cecilia?" Lilith called again when she didn't respond.

Cecilia took a deep breath, her languid and alluring smile returning to her face, though a hint of seriousness crept into her eyes. "Alright, Lilith, let's go. Perfect timing, I also have something I want to tell you." She looked at Rein and Melu, "You two go first, we'll come find you after we get our things."

Seeing Rein and Melu walking excitedly down the bustling street where the dessert shop was located, Cecilia's smile quickly vanished. She grabbed Lilith and hurriedly turned into a relatively quiet alleyway nearby.

“Lilith, listen to me, something’s not right.” Cecilia lowered her voice, speaking quickly as she recounted the strange looks she’d received during her solo exploration yesterday, the eerie rumors circulating among the adventurers, the rather dissolute behavior of the receptionists this morning, and the abrupt “message” and the suspicious direction pointing to an unknown location. She explained everything swiftly and clearly. “I suspect this town, especially the Knights of the Valley, may have been infiltrated or controlled by something. And this so-called ‘retrieving something’ is likely a trap targeting us—especially you.”

Lilith's emerald eyes widened slightly, an expression of disbelief crossing her face. However, her long experience in adventure and Cecilia's serious expression told her this was no joke. "Cecilia, you mean...those female knights...?"

"I can't be 100% sure, but it's highly likely. Their discipline is inconsistent, their behavior contradictory, their attitude towards male adventurers strange, and...the way they look at you." Cecilia stared at the dazzling white silk stockings beneath Lilith's white priestess robes. "It's not just admiration or desire, it's more like...assessment and marking. We must go behind the 'Grey Raven Warehouse' to confirm, but we can't be unprepared. Lilith, how many more times can you use your protective spell?"

“The protection of the Dawn God is still there; I can easily set up a few ‘Holy Shields’ in a short time. Healing and dispelling are also possible.” Lilith quickly got into the zone, her expression becoming firm and focused.

“Alright. We’ll approach carefully. Be ready to hold up your shield at any time. If anything seems amiss…”

“I’ll immediately use magic to help us escape,” Lilith nodded.

Without another word, the two quickly and discreetly approached the western part of the town. The closer they got to the area where the "Grey Raven Warehouse" was located, the more deserted and dilapidated the streets became, with few pedestrians and no trace of the patrolling female knights. Only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the broken signs could be heard.

Soon, they found the clearing behind the "Grey Raven Warehouse," surrounded by tall stone walls and abandoned wooden crates. The ground was compacted soil, scattered with garbage, and the air was thick with the smell of dust and rust. All around was utterly silent; there wasn't a soul in sight, let alone the client.

“It was a trap after all.” Cecilia placed her hand on the hilt of the short sword hidden at her waist, her sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings. Lilith prayed softly, and a layer of pale golden light, almost invisible to the naked eye, enveloped their bodies—a makeshift protective measure prepared beforehand.

Just as they stepped into the center of the clearing, preparing to explore further—

A sudden change has occurred!

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Several faint whooshing sounds rang out from the shadows in different directions! Several blowguns coated with a strange green slime (disguised as more common poison darts) were shot at tricky angles!

Lilith reacted extremely quickly, completing the casting gesture almost the instant the sound of air being cut: "Holy Light Protection!"

A more solid, translucent shield, radiating a soft white light, instantly unfolded before her and Cecilia! Most of the blowguns clanged against the shield and fell limply. But one blowgun, with the most cunning angle, grazed the edge of the shield and shot towards Cecilia, who was a fraction of a second slower because she had turned to look in another direction!

"Ugh!" Cecilia groaned, a sharp pain and tingling numbness shooting through her left shoulder blade. Although her leather armor had absorbed most of the **** of the blowgun, the paralyzing poison attached to the arrowhead had already been injected into her body. A strong sense of dizziness and weakness in her limbs instantly washed over her.

“Cecilia!” Lilith exclaimed, immediately trying to cast a dispelling and healing spell.

In the brief moment she was distracted, before the dust kicked up by the blowgun had completely settled, two agile black figures pounced out from behind the discarded wooden crates on either side like cheetahs! Their movements were swift, displaying the brute strength and ferocity unique to orcs, completely unlike the style of human thieves or assassins!

"Lilith! Left and right!" Cecilia shouted, fighting off the dizziness, as she drew her short sword to try and block the dark figure lunging at her.

Upon hearing the warning, Lilith immediately interrupted the dispel spell she was about to cast on Cecilia, instead attempting to unleash an instant "Holy Shock" to repel the attacker. However, the priest was ultimately not adept at close combat and quick reflexes, and she also had to maintain the "Guardian of Light" spell protecting the two of them.

"Hah!" The orc lunged at Lilith with a low growl, his rough mace whistling through the air as it slammed heavily into the side and back of the shield, which hadn't yet fully turned around!

"Bang!" The shield flickered violently. Although it didn't shatter, the enormous impact interrupted Lilith's spellcasting, causing her to stumble. Another orc seized the opportunity, flanking her from the side. A thick, muscular arm gripped Lilith's neck from behind like an iron clamp, while the other hand struck her heavily on the back of the neck!

"Ugh..." Lilith's vision went black. She struggled for a moment, then her Holy Light Shield dissipated, and her body slumped to the ground.

"Lilith!" Cecilia's eyes widened in horror. The numbing effect of the poison slowed her movements, but intense anger and a sense of crisis unleashed the last vestiges of her power. She swung her short sword at an incredible angle, piercing precisely into the throat of the orc lunging at her!

"Holy crap..." The orc clutched his bleeding neck, his eyes wide with disbelief, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Cecilia didn't even look, turning around and charging towards the orc who had knocked Lilith ****! Her steps faltered, her vision began to blur, but the short sword still gleamed with a resolute cold light.

The orc had just put the **** Lilith down when he saw his companion killed. He roared and grabbed his mace to charge forward.

Clang! The short sword clashed with the mace, and Cecilia's arm went numb from the impact, forcing her to stagger backward. The poison was taking effect, and she felt she was about to lose her grip on the sword.

(I must... kill him... and then take Lilith away...) She bit her tongue, using the pain to stay conscious, preparing to launch a self-sacrificing attack.

Just then, a black gust of wind, moving at a speed far exceeding that of the two orcs before, attacked from behind her! It was as fast as a ghost, barely even making a sound!

(There's a third one?! No... this speed... this isn't an ordinary orc!) Cecilia's alarm bells rang loudly. She forcibly twisted her body to try to block, but her numb body and sluggish consciousness made her more than a beat too slow.

A hand wearing an exquisite black leather glove gripped her sword-wielding wrist like an iron clamp, while the other hand swiftly slashed towards her neck.

“Damn it…” Cecilia’s last consciousness was seeing a beautiful, cold face with the majesty of a knight commander, but deep within her purple eyes burning a mixture of curiosity, assessment, and cruel excitement she had never seen before.

Then, darkness engulfed everything.

The dust gradually subsided.

In the open space lay two beautiful women ****—Lilith, a priestess dressed in white robes and stockings, as holy as a sleeping angel, and Cecilia, a bard with disheveled red hair, torn leather armor, and also ****. Beside them lay the corpse of an orc with a sword in his throat, already dead, and another orc wielding a mace, still in shock, with a gash on his shoulder from Cecilia's dying counterattack, blood still flowing.

Finally, the woman who appeared was dressed in a fitted black knight commander's uniform with silver trim, black stockings, and tall military boots, with a deep purple velvet cloak draped over her shoulders. She was none other than Eleanor Silverthorn, the female knight commander from the first volume who, after being possessed by the orc's soul, successfully integrated and concealed her identity.

She looked at the two people on the ground, especially Lilith, her eyes revealing undisguised satisfaction and a hint of amazement. "Indeed... extraordinary. The light of their souls is so pure and dazzling, and their physical attributes are practically perfect..." She crouched down, extending her gloved fingers to gently brush Lilith's long golden hair, then sliding them down to her smooth, delicate calves encased in white stockings, savoring the exquisite touch. "No wonder the team's report was so excited. It was definitely worth my personal intervention to ensure everything went perfectly."

She stood up, looked at the only remaining wounded orc, then glanced at the corpse on the ground, and frowned: "Useless, one of you is dead. The plan needs to be adjusted."

She walked to the corpse of the orc, raised her booted foot, and seemingly casually stepped on the corpse's chest. A dark green, sulfurous mist of soul light was forcibly extracted from the corpse's brow, condensing into an unstable sphere of light. Then, she guided this sphere of soul light toward the **** Lilith.

"You got off easy, you inferior goods," Captain Eleanor said coldly. "Take over this perfect 'vessel' for now. Remember, before you receive further instructions, keep your disguise intact and don't give yourself away. You need time to 'digest and absorb' her memories and habits."

The orc's soul mist hesitated for a moment, seemingly feeling an instinctive fear and longing for this overly "holy" and "beautiful" body, before finally entering Lilith's brow.

Lilith, still ****, trembled slightly and frowned, as if she had sensed some discomfort.

Then, Captain Eleanor looked at the **** Cecilia. "As for this alert bard... take her back first. We need to find another suitable 'portrait' soul before we can complete the replacement. Fortunately, her keen observation skills might provide some interesting perspectives for our upcoming 'hunt'—as a prisoner and 'material,' of course."

She gestured to the wounded orc: "Take them all away and clean up the scene. Put the bard in a 'special cell' and tighten the guard. As for the 'new Lilith'... send her to the 'adaptation zone' and let the 'veterans' teach her properly how to use this wonderful new body and how to imitate the holy priest's every move."

"Yes... Commander!" The wounded orc bowed his head in awe, enduring the pain. He glanced greedily at the **** Lilith (or rather, the body that was about to become his new "roommate"), and then, together with two other women who emerged from the shadows disguised as ordinary townspeople (actually female knights who had been replaced), they quickly stuffed Lilith and Cecilia into two large sacks and carried them away.

Captain Eleanor stood there, watching her men clean up the bloodstains from the orc corpses and then use magic to cover up the signs of battle. She glanced up towards the town center, where Renn and Melu were probably engrossed in their sweets.

“Hero…little mage…” she murmured to herself, a cold, predatory smile playing on her lips. “Don’t worry, soon…you will join this ‘feast’ too. Then, this ‘unique’ team will be able to serve our great ‘revival’ plan in a completely new guise.”

She straightened her impeccably tailored uniform and cloak, and with elegant yet powerful steps, left the open space where the capture had just taken place, as if it were merely a routine patrol.

The sun still shone brightly in Silverthorn Town, but shadows had quietly crept into the heart of the brave team.

——————

Cecilia's room at the Silver Acorn Inn.

Her eyelids felt heavy, as if filled with lead, and a low buzzing sound filled her ears. Cecilia abruptly opened her eyes, instinctively reaching for the short sword at her waist, only to find herself lying on a soft bed, covered with a thin blanket. A cool sensation spread across her left shoulder blade, accompanied by familiar, warm, and gentle holy light energy—the traces left by an advanced healing spell.

"Cecilia, you're awake?" A gentle voice sounded from beside the bed.

Cecilia turned her head sharply and saw Lilith sitting in a chair by the bed, her face showing concern and a hint of fatigue. Her white priest's robe was somewhat dirty and wrinkled, but she seemed to be alright. An oil lamp was burning in the dim room; it was already evening.

“Lilith!” Cecilia struggled to sit up, quickly scanning the room—there was no one else besides the two of them. She lowered her voice, her words rapid: “How did we get here? Where are the orcs? Where is the woman who attacked me? I remember… I remember I think I saw…”

"Don't get agitated, your wounds have just been treated." Lilith gently pressed her shoulder, her movements still tender. "When I woke up, we were already here. The innkeeper said that a patrol of female knights found us **** near the Gray Raven Warehouse in the afternoon and brought us back. As for the orcs and the attackers... the knights said they didn't see them, they probably escaped? They left some people to protect the area around the inn."

"Sent back by the Knights?" Cecilia's heart sank. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness—that beautiful, cold face with the Knights Commander's features…it couldn't be an illusion! That look in his eyes…she absolutely refused to believe that someone like that would come to "rescue" them. But how could Lilith…had they been given some kind of spell, or had parts of their memories erased?

She carefully observed Lilith's expression. It was still that gentle, concerned, and slightly fearful look, her eyes clear, revealing no pretense or anything unusual. Was Lilith too naive to notice anything amiss, or… had that "Knights" used a more sophisticated method?

"How are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Lilith asked softly, reaching out to touch Cecilia's forehead. "The poison on that blowgun wasn't lethal; it was mainly a strong paralyzing and knocking-out effect, which I've mostly dispelled. The wound has healed, but you might feel a little sore, numb, or weak."

“…Thank you, Lilith.” Cecilia **** herself to calm down, offering a reassuring smile. Her mind raced. (If this was a trap, the target would obviously be Lilith and me. But now we've both been “rescued” unharmed…why? Is it a long-term strategy? Or…the objective has already been achieved, and I just don't know it?) Her gaze subtly swept over Lilith. (She looks the same as before…but something feels off? Is it the lighting?)

"It's good that you're alright. Let's... go back to our rooms and tidy up first? We're covered in dust." Lilith stood up, and as she moved, the hem of her white priest's robe swayed, revealing her shapely white-stockinged legs.

Cecilia nodded, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. She was still a little weak, but her movements were not impaired. The two walked out of the room together and came to the corridor of the hotel's second-floor common area.

Just then, Melu's clear voice and the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs came from downstairs: "Sister Lilith! Sister Cecilia! You're back! Renn! They're upstairs!"

Soon, Renn, Melu, and two other people who came out of their rooms after hearing the commotion gathered at Cecilia's door. Seeing their slightly disheveled appearance, Renn's expression changed, and Melu's smile also disappeared.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" Renn asked anxiously, though he still avoided looking them in the face, his concern was evident.

Cecilia and Lilith exchanged a glance, and Cecilia gave a meaningful look. Lilith understood and said softly, "It's not convenient to talk here, let's come inside."

The four entered Cecilia's room and closed the door. Cecilia lowered her voice and quickly and clearly recounted her encounter that afternoon in the open area behind the Gray Raven Warehouse—the trap, the orc attack, and the high-ranking female attacker who resembled the Knight Commander. She omitted her final doubts about Lilith's condition, only emphasizing the suspicious identity of the attacker and the bizarre nature of the entire incident.

“…Therefore, I suspect that the trap targeting us is likely related to the anomalies of the female knights. They may no longer be the guardians we know,” Cecilia concluded, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.

Renn frowned, clenching his fists: "They...they actually...attacked in the city...what do they want?"

Melu's face also tightened, and she instinctively moved closer to Lilith, grabbing the corner of Lilith's robe: "Are those female knights bad people? Why are they..."

Lilith gently patted the back of Melu's hand, softly comforting her, "Don't be afraid, Melu. Now that we know, we'll be more careful." She looked at Cecilia and Rein, "Next, we need to thoroughly investigate this town, especially the Knights. But we must be very cautious and avoid alerting them."

“Yes.” Renn nodded vigorously. “Starting tomorrow, we’ll split up to gather information. I… I can go to the blacksmith’s shop and the tavern to listen to the adventurers’ gossip. Cecilia and Lilith… you’re more sensitive to matters between women, perhaps you can approach it from other angles. Melu… you’ll come with me.” He didn’t want the youngest member of his team to be in danger.

Although Melu was ****, she knew this wasn't the time to be willful, so she puffed out her cheeks and agreed.

"I'm a little tired. I used up a lot of energy this afternoon, so I'd like to rest for a bit." Lilith suddenly pressed her forehead lightly, showing some signs of fatigue. "Although the healing spells healed the wounds, they still took a toll on my mental and physical strength."

"Yes, yes, Lilith, you should get some rest!" Melu quickly said.

Cecilia nodded. "Alright, we all need to recover. We'll discuss the specific plans in detail at breakfast tomorrow."

Lilith gave everyone a gentle smile, then turned and left Cecilia's room, heading towards the room next door where she and Melu shared.

Melu's gaze followed Lilith's retreating figure until she opened the door and went inside. Just as the door was about to close, Melu's large purple eyes blinked, as if she had caught something—Lilith's legs, encased in white stockings, seemed slightly darker at the inner thighs under the corridor light as she moved. It looked like... a mark slightly damp from some liquid?

(Was it sweat from the battle? Or...?) A hint of doubt flashed through Melu's mind, but she didn't dwell on it.

Inside the room, Renn and Cecilia discussed their initial ideas on how to conduct a security investigation in hushed tones. Then, Renn took Melu and left, leaving Cecilia to rest.

Cecilia closed the door, leaning against it, her brow furrowed. (Lilith… was she really just tired? Was her reaction… a little too calm? Given her personality, she should have been more angry and worried after such a targeted attack that endangered her comrades… And the timing and story of that knight order’s appearance… were too perfect, as perfect as a pre-written script.)

She walked to the window and pulled back a corner of the curtain. On the rooftop across from the hotel, a dark shadow seemed to flash by, disappearing into the night. (The surveillance...it's still going on.)

A chill ran down her spine. The enemy was not only powerful and cunning, but had also infiltrated every aspect of the town. They were now like fish in a barrel, every step potentially monitored. And the biggest variable... might be right beside them?

(Hopefully... I'm just overthinking it.)

***

The next room.

Lilith—or rather, the orc soul that had taken over her body—closed the door and, after confirming there was no movement outside, the gentle, holy, and slightly weary expression on her face quickly peeled away like a mask.

She let out a long, rough breath, like a male orc after carrying a heavy load, then walked a few steps to the bedside and sat down heavily in an extremely unrestrained manner, completely different from Lilith's usual elegant demeanor. The soft mattress even bounced because of the ****.

"Damn it...pretending to be a pretty innocent girl is exhausting..." She (he) used Lilith's sweet and gentle voice to speak words full of orc slang and vulgarity, creating a stark and comical contrast.

First, she (or he) subconsciously tried to pick her nose with her finger, as she used to—a habitual action of this orc body, used to relieve tension or for contemplation. But when the slender, fair fingers with light pink, healthy-looking nail polish were raised in front of her face, her (or his) movement stopped.

My gaze was involuntarily drawn to my chest—those firm, full breasts that rose and fell slightly with my breath beneath my white priest's robe.

"Tsk..." She (he) clicked her tongue, her eyes revealing a mixture of novelty, greed, and undisguised desire. "My old body never had this... soft and so big..."

Curiosity (or rather, the orcish instincts suppressed all afternoon) instantly overwhelmed everything. She (or he) simply lay back, sprawled on the bed in a "spread-eagle" position, and then unceremoniously spread his legs wide. The hem of the white priest's robe was lifted by this movement, bunching up at the waist, revealing a pair of stunningly long and straight legs encased in pure white stockings, and the slightly bulging, full mons pubis at the base of the thighs, tightly bound by the white stockings. The delicate lace band at the top of the stockings sank deeply into the fair and tender skin of the thighs.

She (or he) propped herself up on one elbow, while the other hand, without any pity, with an air of inquiry and brutality, grabbed directly at one of her breasts!

Five fingers deeply embedded!

"Ugh...!" She couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. It wasn't pain, but an unprecedented, soft and elastic sensation that was clearly transmitted to her brain through her palms and fingers. This body's senses seemed to be much more acute than an orc's. The feeling of her nipples being gripped tightly through the thin lining of her priest's robe and her bra brought a strange pleasure that was a mixture of slight pain and intense tingling.

“Damn…it’s so fucking soft…” she muttered under her breath, her voice filled with excitement. She began to knead, squeeze, and rub the plump, soft flesh like dough. Sometimes her fingers would pinch the pale pink nipple hard (even through the fabric, she could feel it hardening rapidly), and sometimes she would roughly crush the entire breast with her palm, squeezing it into various shapes. The soft, elastic flesh overflowed from between her fingers, and the heavy weight and the bouncy, undulating sensation created by the kneading made “her” addicted to the experience.

“The human females I used to snatch, touching them through their clothes never felt quite right… This feeling… hiss…” She (he) panted heavily as she increased the pressure, even scratching the sensitive nipples through the fabric with her fingernails. The pair of breasts, which could be considered perfect, became a mess under “her” ravages, the white fabric torn and messy, clearly revealing the red marks and erect shapes left by the play.

At the same time, the hand that had been supporting her body slid down to her wide-open thigh, covered in white stockings. Her fingertips traced the smooth surface of the stockings, bringing a subtle, pleasurable shiver.

“This ‘silk’… is also a good thing…” She narrowed her eyes, her fingers starting from her knees and tracing the smooth curves of her inner thighs upwards. The smooth feel of the stockings against her skin was a world apart from the rough skin of the orc or the heavy animal hides she had previously worn. Every touch felt like exploring a beautiful but fragile treasure, yet it carried a strong sense of possessiveness and sadistic desire—a feeling that “this treasure now belongs entirely to me.”

Her fingers finally reached the base of her thigh, that secret area tightly wrapped in white stockings, slightly damp, and exuding a faint feminine fragrance. Memories of being played with to orgasm several times that afternoon in the "adaptation zone" by those "veterans" using various tools and techniques (along with Lilith's original, naive memories) surged up, mixing with the stimulation from her own touch now, making her breathing instantly heavy.

Her fingertips tentatively, with an almost reverent (respect for pleasure) roughness, pressed down on the translucent stockings that clung tightly to her swollen labia, soaked with the love fluid from her previous orgasm.

"Ah..." A strange, sweet, and high-pitched moan, belonging to a young girl's body, uncontrollably escaped her throat. The mere pressure through the fabric brought a strong, tingling electric current straight to her brain.

She was reveling in the unprecedented sensory feast brought by this new body, and her mind was already planning whether she would tear off these annoying stockings later and use her fingers or something else to properly "explore" the "little hole" inside that was said to bring even more intense pleasure...

Just then—

"Click".

The sound of the door lock being gently turned.

The door to the room was pushed open from the outside.

Melu poked her little head in, her face showing a mixture of worry and curiosity: "Sister Lilith? Are you asleep? I can't sleep, I want to talk to you..."

——————

Time seemed to be stretched by an invisible ****, slowing down like frozen honey. The subtle sound of the doorknob turning, to Lilith's ears, was like a thunderclap!

The orc soul occupying this body felt, in that instant, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped its heart, almost causing it to leap out of its throat! (Although it couldn't truly escape, the **** panic and the fear of being exposed made it almost believe that this "borrowed" body was about to collapse due to the instability of its soul!)

We're doomed!

What does she look like now?!

With her legs spread wide, she lay sprawled on the bed like a female animal in heat, utterly lacking in decorum!

Her robes were pulled up to her waist! Her beautiful legs, clad in white stockings and belonging to the "holy priestess," were completely exposed to the air (and any possible gaze)!

One hand was roughly grabbing her breasts, which were in terrible shape, as if kneading a trophy!

The other hand... damn it! The other hand was pressed against her crotch, and through the layer of white stockings that were already wet, darkened, and sticky against her vulva, her fingertips might even have sunk in!

If that little mage sees it...

(Imagined scene: Melu's big purple eyes widen, her mouth forms an "O" shape, and her innocent expression is instantly replaced by fear, confusion, and doubt. Then, will she scream? Question? Or will she run out and summon the hero and the bard...?)

Exposed! Plan failed! This perfect body will be useless immediately! It might even incur punishment from that terrifying leader...

Driven by fear and the will to survive (and a touch of **** to part with this beautiful body), "Lilith" unleashed astonishing potential!

Without even thinking, her body started moving on its own!

The hands that were pressing on her private parts and grabbing her chest jerked away as if electrocuted!

Her legs, which had been wide open, suddenly came together and curled up!

Her upper body sprang up from the bed like a spring!

At the same time, she almost rolled to the inside of the bed, grabbed the edge of the thick wool blanket with both hands, and with all her might—with a brutal **** that belonged to orcs and was incongruous with her slender body—she wrapped it tightly around herself!

"Splash!"

She pulled the blanket up into the air, then draped it over her like a hunting net, completely covering her from head to toe (including her disheveled priest's robe that she hadn't even taken off, her crumpled undergarment, and her wet white stockings)!

She even rolled so hard that she ended up at the back of the bed against the wall, wrapped in the blanket, that the wooden headboard made a dull thud and the water glass on the bedside table shook.

The whole process was lightning fast; from the moment Melu turned the lock to when she peeked in, it took only a second or two. From Melu's perspective, she only heard a rustling sound and a muffled thud in the room, and then she saw—

The bed was a mess. The once neatly made sheets were now wrinkled, and the pillow was askew. Her gentle and beautiful sister Lilith was curled up under the thick blankets, with only her slightly pale (from fright) and slightly flushed (from the sudden movement and shock) head and her long golden hair disheveled and scattered on the pillow and around her cheeks.

"Sister Lilith?" Melu pushed open the door and walked in, her large purple eyes full of confusion. "What's wrong? I think I heard a sound just now... Are you alright?"

"N-nothing..." Lilith quickly answered in her gentle, sweet voice, but the last syllable trembled slightly. She tried to control her breathing, attempting to calm her racing heart, while burying her face further under the covers, leaving only her eyes visible. "I...I was just getting ready to sleep, I was a little tired, and I moved around a bit too much..." This explanation was weak and unconvincing, but she couldn't think of a better excuse at the moment.

“Oh…” Melu walked to the bedside, tilting her head to look at her. The little girl’s eyes were clear, filled with innocent concern, but also seemed to hold a hint of scrutiny. “Sister Lilith, your face seems a little red, do you have a fever? Sister Cecilia said you were very exhausted…”

"Y-maybe...it's a bit hot..." Lilith mumbled, feeling cold sweat break out on her back, the soaked white stockings sticking to her legs making it even more uncomfortable. "Melu, why aren't you asleep yet? Didn't I tell you to rest earlier?" She tried to change the subject.

“I can’t sleep…” Melu sat down on the edge of the bed, her little hands unconsciously fiddling with the hem of her mage robe. “So many things happened today… Sister Cecilia said those female knights might be bad people… I’m a little scared. And…” She paused, looking up at “Lilith,” a hint of hesitation in her eyes, “Sister Lilith, are you… are you really okay this afternoon? I have a feeling…”

"I'm really fine! I'm just a little tired!" Lilith hurriedly interrupted her, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of anxiety, which immediately softened. "I'm protected by the Holy Light. Melu, don't worry, go back to sleep. We still need to discuss how to investigate tomorrow."

She just wanted to get rid of this little devil as soon as possible so she could get out of this suffocating bed, clean up her disheveled state, and more importantly... she needed time to calm down and think about how to better disguise herself next.

Melu looked at her, her purple pupils shimmering slightly in the dim light. She seemed about to say something, but ultimately nodded and stood up: "Well... Sister Lilith, you should rest well. If you feel unwell anywhere, be sure to tell me!"

"Yes, I will. Goodnight, Melu."

——————

The Silver Acorn Inn, the room Lilith and Melu share.

Melu left the bedside, glancing back several times, a lingering hint of confusion in her large purple eyes. She carefully closed the main door, rummaged through a suitcase in the corner for her toiletries and a change of purple robe, then pushed open the half-closed wooden door on the side of the room and entered the small, separate bathroom. The door clicked shut, followed by the sound of a faucet being turned on, the gurgling of running water, and a faint, cheerful humming from a young girl.

Only after confirming that the wooden door was completely closed and the sound of water was steady did "Lilith" collapse onto the bed as if all her strength had been drained, gasping for breath. Her chest heaved violently, and her full breasts swayed beneath her disheveled priest's robe with each breath. Cold sweat had soaked through her white undershirt, making the fabric cling to her skin, vaguely outlining the soft contours of her breasts and the red, swollen marks of her fingers.

She looked down at herself—her white priest's robe was wrinkled beyond recognition, the collar and front of which were torn open, revealing large patches of skin flushed from sweat and previous rubbing; the dark wet patch on her white stockings between her legs was even larger, the sticky, warm love fluid mixed with sweat, clinging coolly to her inner thighs and sensitive labia, each slight movement bringing a shameful yet intense tingling sensation that reminded her of her womanhood.

"Damn it...that scared the hell out of me..." she cursed under her breath, her voice barely audible, as if afraid someone might overhear. The shock was more intense than facing a ferocious monster; her heartbeat still seemed to echo in her ears. She gently placed a hand on her chest, this time with much gentler movements, a gesture of reassurance tinged with lingering fear. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the sensitive nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. "I almost...gave it all away..."

A sense of unease crept into my mind. (No… I need to change my clothes quickly and clean up the marks… Also, I need to get used to this body’s behavior patterns as soon as possible, I can’t give myself away again… That little girl, what was that look in her eyes just now… did she see something? Was it my disheveled state wrapped in the blanket? Or… the wet stains on my white stockings?)

But then, the sound of water coming from the bathroom, the blurry figure reflected through the crack in the wooden door, and the increasingly intense possessiveness towards this body quickly overwhelmed fear and reason. The shadow swayed in the hazy light—Meru's petite figure was bending over to remove her robe; the purple mage's robe slipped down, revealing slender legs encased in black stockings and the delicate curves of her small hips; then came the sound of rushing water, the girl's thin shoulders and twin ponytails swaying against the wall shadow…

“Hehe…this little one…small in stature, but those black stockings on her legs…tsk…” A green glint flashed in Lilith’s eyes, and a cruel and greedy smile curled at the corners of her mouth. She didn’t get up immediately, but instead crawled back into bed, using the thick wool blanket as cover. One hand reached down to her chest again, kneading the “dough” through the messy fabric; the other hand slid down to her legs, pressing against the wet, dark area.

Her fingertips pressed and dug through the stockings, her mind overlapping the image in the bathroom with her fantasies—imagining pressing Melu against the wall, tearing off her black stockings, and wantonly playing with her tender parts with the fingers and tongue of Lilith's body, listening to her cries of fear turning into succumb to despair...

"Ah... um..." Suppressed breaths were muffled by the blanket, but the movements grew more intense. The fabric of her white silk crotch was pushed inward by her fingers, directly grinding against her swollen clitoris and wet labia. Pleasure surged like a tide, a hundred times more intense than the rough masturbation of an orc's body—the sensitivity of this young girl's body almost made her lose control.

The climax came swiftly. She arched her back, biting the corner of the blanket tightly with her teeth, and a surge of heat gushed from her lower body, soaking directly into the crotch of her stockings and even seeping out of the blanket, wetting a large area of ​​the bed sheet. A sweet, feminine scent filled the room.

At the same time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly. Melu seemed to have finished washing and was drying herself, her shadow flickering as she walked towards the door.

Lilith jolted awake, cold sweat breaking out again. She struggled to get out of bed, her legs weak and unsteady. With each step, the slick, white-stockinged inner thighs rubbed against each other, bringing a subtle, sticky, and tingling sensation—the stockings clung tightly to her swollen labia, and cool love fluid slid down her groin, reminding her of the perilous situation she had just been in and the **** sensitivity of her body.

She staggered to her suitcase in the corner of the room, quickly rummaging through it to find a clean change of clothes—another spare priest's robe, a new pair of white stockings, and even an undershirt and a pair of pure white lace panties. Holding these clothes, she tried to cover the obviously damp and discolored crotch of her white stockings with the hem of her robe, crouching like a thief, her footsteps light and hurried as she darted toward the wooden door of the washroom.

With one hand pushing the door open and the other tightly clutching her luggage, her cheeks flushed red (half from shock, half from lingering pleasure), her movements as shameful as a girl having an affair, afraid that Melu would suddenly open the door and discover the mess between her legs—the dark-colored, distinctly feminine white stockings crotch, soaked through by two orgasms.

"Click".

She finally darted inside, locked the door behind her, and let out a long sigh of relief. The bathroom still held the lingering scent of soap and her youthful body odor, the air thick with steam. She quickly tossed her clothes onto the rack and began to remove her disheveled "equipment"—first her priest's robe, then her undergarments, and finally, those sticky white stockings…

(Finally... I dodged it. But I need to find a way to replace this little girl as soon as possible... I'm getting addicted to this priest's body...)

——————

At dawn, the first rays of light filtered through the thick curtains of the Silver Acorn Inn, casting a hazy band of light into the room. The air was slightly cool, carrying the unique freshness of the morning.

"Lilith"—or rather, the orc soul that possessed this body—was awakened precisely by her biological clock. The vigorous life **** of the young priest's body prevented her from feeling exhausted from the multiple orgasms the previous night; instead, she had a strange sense of boundless energy (completely different from the heaviness of an orc's body after a hangover or battle). She opened her eyes, her first reaction being to blink and adjust to the light. Then, almost unconsciously, as she used to stretch and knead her muscles upon waking, she placed one hand on her soft, full left breast, instinctively squeezing it a few times through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"Mmm..." The softness and elasticity of her palm made her let out a satisfied groan. The swaying of her breasts traveled through her arm to her brain, bringing a novel and comforting sensation. (This thing... feels even better to hold in the morning than at night...)

She propped herself up on her elbows, her silk robe slipping down to reveal her smooth shoulders and collarbone. As she sat up, her hand naturally slid to her side, giving her buttocks, tightly encased in white stockings, a firm squeeze—last night, captivated by the smooth feel of the stockings and the contours of her body, she had decided to sleep in them. The stockings rubbed against her fingertips, sending a firm, elastic sensation through her, accompanied by a distinct feeling of her buttocks being squeezed.

"Heh..." She chuckled softly, then habitually raised her hand and tapped the roots of her slightly messy, golden hair with her knuckles, as if scratching the rough, hard scalp of her former orc body. This set of smooth, unrestrained, and casual early morning movements seemed particularly incongruous on her.

Only after doing all this did she fully come to her senses and realize that she was now "Lilith".

Turning his head to look at the small bed beside him, he saw Melu still curled up under the covers, only her small head and a few strands of messy purple twin tails peeking out. Morning light filtered in intermittently as the breeze blew through the curtains, falling on her peaceful sleeping face. Her long eyelashes cast shadows, and the collar of her robe was slightly open, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin and delicate collarbone—if the soul at this moment truly belonged to that pure priest, what he would see before him would surely be a picture of a pure and beautiful young girl sleeping peacefully.

But at this moment, the orc soul occupying the priest's body was merely looking at Meru with interest, even with an almost merchandise-like gaze.

(The little one...sleeps soundly.) She thought to herself, a barely perceptible, greedy smile curving her lips. (This tiny body...wrapped in black stockings...it'll definitely be even more exciting. Once I switch her over...hehe...a silly teammate during the day, but at night...)

However, now is not the time. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging, dark thoughts belonging to the orcs, and began to recall Lilith's usual words and actions.

She threw back the covers, her bare feet (clad in white stockings) touching the cool floor—a sensation entirely different from the animal skin mat. She walked to the dressing table and began to slowly and meticulously comb her long, flowing golden hair, her movements trying to mimic the gentleness and delicacy she remembered. Although the occasional tug at her scalp caused discomfort, she endured it. Then she changed into a clean white undershirt, carefully smoothing out every wrinkle, before slipping into her signature priest's robe—she deliberately tightened the collar to conceal the red marks left from the previous night. The high slits on the sides of her skirt remained, but were temporarily secured with safety pins to prevent excessive exposure while walking. Finally, she changed into a new pair of pure white stockings; the lace cuffs at the tops of the stockings, the comfortable pressure on her thighs, made her squint her eyes slightly.

With everything ready, she walked to Melu's bedside, leaned down, and softly called out in the gentle, slightly indulgent tone she remembered Lilith in: "Melu? Time to get up, you little sleepyhead."

Melu wrinkled her nose in her sleep, mumbled something, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow.

"Melu~ The sun's shining on your butt~" "Lilith" continued to call her patiently in a sweet voice, gently poking Melu's calf, which was wrapped in black stockings (through the leg of her nightgown).

"Ugh...no...just five more minutes..." Melu protested in a childish voice, her eyes still closed, her little feet kicking under the covers.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Cecilia's voice: "Lilith, Melu, are you up? It's breakfast time, and Rein is already waiting downstairs."

Hearing the bard's voice, Lilith's heart tightened slightly, but she maintained a gentle smile on her face: "Look, Cecilia is urging you. Get up quickly, there are important matters to discuss today." As she spoke, she reached out and gently shook Melu's shoulder.

Melu finally opened her sleepy eyes reluctantly, yawned widely, and her large, amethyst-like eyes were still misty. "...Okay, okay, get up..." She slowly got up, rubbed her eyes with her small hands, and her robe slipped down, revealing her slender shoulders and neck.

“Good morning, Melu,” Lilith said with a smile, trying to suppress the assessment and greed in her eyes as deeply as possible.

"Hmm... Good morning, Lilith..." Melu mumbled in response, and began to fumble for her little boots and robe.

A new day begins with a seemingly ordinary morning routine. The sun shines brightly outside the window, and the streets of Yinjing Town gradually come alive.

Lilith had already adjusted her expression, preparing for the morning's discussion. She knew that the upcoming investigative conversations had to be handled with **** care, agreeing with her teammates' concerns without appearing overly "sharp" or unusual. She had to play the role of this "gentle, kind, somewhat naive, and in need of protection" priestess well, until... the time was right.

(Investigate the female knights? Very well… then let’s “investigate” them.) She sneered inwardly. (Perfect, perhaps I can point you in the right direction.)

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In a corner of the hotel lobby, around a heavy oak dining table, the "Dawn of Light" team sat together. Morning sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the table. The air was filled with the aroma of toasting bread, fried bacon, and hot milk, but the atmosphere was far less relaxed than the food.

Melu was holding a large piece of rye bread spread with honey and butter, her face almost buried in it, taking small but very fast bites. Her twin ponytails swayed with each chew, completely disregarding any ladylike manners. Next to her was a cup of steaming milk, which she occasionally picked up and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Cecilia sat opposite Meru, her long, slender fingers idly picking at a small piece of cheese, but she showed little appetite. Her gaze frequently swept across the inn entrance, the stairwell, and the few other scattered guests at the tables in the lobby, her eyes wary, as if checking for suspicious glances. Occasionally, she would pick up her cup of black tea and take a sip, her brows furrowing slightly beneath the cup.

Renn sat in the head seat, his food barely touched. His hands were clasped together on the table, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure. His face was grave, and his usually tense expression was now tinged with an unyielding worry. He wanted to speak several times, but then felt it inappropriate and remained silent.

Lilith sat on the other side of Meru, elegantly sipping her warm vegetable soup. Her expression perfectly blended tenderness, concern, and a touch of just the right amount of worry—her tightly pursed lips, slightly furrowed brows, and clear, emerald eyes reflecting the figures of her companions, as if she were genuinely concerned about the team's future and the fate of this eerie town. Only she knew that deep down, she was trembling with excitement at this perfect disguise and the plan about to unfold.

“So… what should we do today?” Renn finally spoke, his voice low and trying his best not to stutter. “Separate investigations would be more efficient, but… it’s too dangerous.” He looked at Cecilia.

Cecilia put down her teacup, leaned forward, and lowered her voice: "It is indeed dangerous, but concentrating the target makes them more conspicuous, while separating them makes it easier to confuse the enemy. The key is the choice of investigation location; it must be able to obtain information without directly arousing the vigilance of the enemy's core forces. I suggest..."

Before she could finish speaking, "Lilith" gently interrupted her, reaching out to lightly wipe the honey from the corner of Melu's mouth with a clean white napkin: "Eat slowly, Melu, don't ****." Her actions were natural and affectionate, perfectly matching her usual "gentle older sister" persona.

"Um... thank you, Sister Lilith," Melu mumbled, continuing her "struggle" with the bread.

Lilith withdrew her hand, turning to Renn and Cecilia, her worried expression deepening. "Cecilia is right, splitting up is necessary. But I think the first thing we need to confirm is whether those who attacked us yesterday were truly connected to the Knights' higher-ups, or just... some corrupt squad or an enemy in disguise." Her voice was gentle, her logic seemingly clear, carrying a convincing earnestness. "I did expend a lot of energy yesterday; my mental strength and Holy Light reserves haven't fully recovered. Forcing myself to go out and investigate might just become a burden."

She paused, gazing out the window as if deep in thought: "This morning... I thought back a little. The female knight who attacked us yesterday... her attire and insignia seemed different from the ordinary patrols we see on the street? More refined, her cloak a darker color... perhaps there's something special about her." This was, of course, a fabrication, intended to steer everyone's attention in the wrong direction.

“So I think,” she turned her gaze back, looking at Renn and Cecilia with “sincere” eyes, “Renn, why don’t you and Cecilia go check out the ‘flank logistics area’ near the Knights’ headquarters? The guards there are usually relatively lax, and the people coming and going are mostly clerical or logistical staff who don’t directly participate in combat. Perhaps you can find out some different information, or notice the comings and goings of certain special personnel. If yesterday’s attackers were truly from the Knights, they might have appeared or disappeared from there.” The location she suggested was the “bait area” that Commander Eleanor had already arranged—there would be carefully designed, seemingly suspicious but actually insignificant “clues,” as well as some low-ranking female knights who revealed “appropriate flaws” (such as joking while their uniforms were disheveled, or their eyes flickering), enough to arouse the investigators’ suspicions without getting to the heart of the matter, thus perfectly stalling for time and exhausting their energy.

Meanwhile, beneath the table, in the shadows concealed by the thick tablecloth, Lilith's slender feet, encased in pure white stockings, were quietly slipping out of her low-heeled priest boots. The warm, white-stockinged soles pressed against the cool floor, bringing a secret thrill. Then, she lifted her feet, dangling them in the air. Her two white-stockinged feet seemed to possess a life of their own, arching their insteps, the delicate stockings pressing tightly against each other, rubbing together. The silky fabrics rubbed against each other, producing a barely audible rustling sound. Her toes curled and relaxed within the stockings, her heels pressed and ground against each other, mimicking an extremely erotic action, like footjob performed on an unseen, thick penis. Each friction seemed to amplify the secret excitement and sense of control she felt from her wicked actions, transmitted through these sensitive feet. Her face maintained an expression of worry and discussion, even occasionally scooping up a spoonful of oatmeal and eating it slowly and deliberately, a dignified and holy gesture that contrasted sharply with the lewd actions beneath the table. In her mind at this moment, her white silk-clad feet seemed to have become a kind of delicious "breakfast," being silently "enjoyed."

"Then... what about you and Melu, Lilith?" Renn asked, clearly beginning to consider her suggestion.

“I’ll stay at the inn to rest and recover, and also to organize our current clues and equipment.” Lilith replied quickly, her tone natural. “Melu is young and inexperienced; it’s too dangerous for her to act alone. It’s safer for her to stay with me. Besides…” She looked at Cecilia, giving her a slightly apologetic smile, “Cecilia has keen observation skills, and Rein is strong in combat; you two are the most suitable partners. If Melu and I stay behind, we can look after each other, and in case anything happens, this place will be… a safe base?”

Cecilia's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. This arrangement... seemed reasonable, but was it really safe to leave Lilith and Melu alone in the inn, a place that "might have been infiltrated"? Moreover, the flanking logistics area... did sound like a possible breakthrough, but... wasn't it too "just right"? She looked into Lilith's clear, innocent, and worried emerald green eyes, unable to find a clear reason to object.

“Okay, alright.” Ren thought for a moment, and thought it seemed feasible, so he nodded in agreement. “Then, let’s do it this way. Lilith, Melu, you two must be careful, no, don’t open the door to strangers.”

“Mmm, don’t worry.” Lilith responded softly, her white-stockinged feet moving faster under the table, the subtle sound of the stockings rubbing together almost masked by her own accelerated heartbeat.

Just then, the innkeeper's wife—a still charming woman in a simple apron—came over carrying a steaming pot, her face bearing a professional and warm smile: "Guests, would you like some more hot milk? It's freshly made."

"Thank you, no need." Renn quickly waved his hand.

The proprietress nodded and was about to turn and leave. But "Lilith" seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned to grab the pepper shaker on the table. Her movement was "just right" a little too big, and her full breasts bumped lightly against the proprietress's arm that was holding the milk jug!

"oops!"

"ah!"

Two exclamations rang out simultaneously.

Warm milk spilled from the spout, landing precisely on the front of Lilith's white priest's robe, and... in the deep cleavage revealed by the slightly open neckline. The white liquid instantly soaked the fabric, making the already thin and form-fitting robe even more transparent, clearly outlining the contours of her bra and the full, alluring curves of her wet, glistening breasts. A few drops of milk even slid down the cleavage, disappearing deeper into the cleavage.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Are you alright, sir?" The proprietress hurriedly put down the milk jug and frantically pulled out a rag from her apron to wipe the mess.

"N-no, it's okay, it was my own carelessness." Lilith's face immediately showed just the right amount of panic and shyness. She took a slight step back, as if trying to avoid the landlady's touch, but her movements were somewhat "sluggish".

The proprietress's hand was already on top. She held a rag, initially seemingly intending to wipe the milk stains from her robe, but the placement and pressure of her fingers... were somewhat subtle. The rough fabric of the rag, through the soaked white robe, pressed heavily, grinding against the tip of "Lilith's" breast, even kneading it with a kneading ****. For a moment, her gaze seemed to lose focus, staring intently at the almost transparent view beneath the robe, stained with milk, and the white liquid slowly flowing from her cleavage. Her lips moved silently, as if murmuring something—if one could read lips, perhaps they would recognize fragmented phrases like "good milk... tonight..."

“I…I can do it myself.” Lilith’s voice trembled slightly. She quickly grabbed the rag and began to wipe herself. Her fingers seemingly unintentionally brushed against her erect nipples under her soaked robe, feeling their subtle hardness and slipperiness. At the same time, she used her other hand to tighten her collar.

It all happened so fast. Cecilia, in the corner, suddenly narrowed her eyes. Her gaze was sharp as an eagle's, catching the fleeting, infatuated look in the proprietress's eyes—a look far beyond what a normal service worker should have—and the seemingly frantic wiping that was actually an ambiguous kneading motion. And… Lilith's momentary "slowness" followed by her overly quick reaction… it was as if… she knew this would happen beforehand? Or was she sending some kind of signal?

(Something's not right... these two people...) A chill ran down Cecilia's spine. She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But Raine had already stood up, ready to leave. "Cecilia, let's go. Let's go and come back soon."

“Wait a minute…” Cecilia began to speak.

Lilith had already dried her clothes (though her chest was still quite wet), and gave Renn a reassuring smile: "Go on, Renn, Cecilia, be careful. Melu and I will wait for you to come back." As she spoke, she gently pulled Melu to her side.

Melu looked at them with a bewildered expression, chewing the last bite of bread.

Cecilia's words were cut off. She looked at "Lilith's" face, which was full of "harmlessness" and "concern," then at Rein, who was all ready to go and looked solemn, and at the bewildered Melu... Questioning now would only alert the enemy, and might even make the situation worse.

(I have to be...more careful.) She took a deep breath, suppressing her doubts and unease, and nodded to Ryan: "Okay, let's go."

She took one last deep look at "Lilith" and the landlady, who had returned to normal and was now cleaning up the spilled milk with her head down, but whose eyes no longer met hers. Then she turned and walked out of the hotel with Raine.

Sunlight streamed onto the streets of Yinjing Town, and everything seemed normal.

Lilith watched Cecilia's departing figure, her gentle smile slowly fading, a cold smugness flashing in her eyes. She glanced down at her soaked chest, the milky liquid still slowly sliding down her cleavage, seeping deeper. She stuck out her tongue and, with lightning speed and secrecy, licked a small stain of milk that had fallen onto her collarbone, then winked at the landlady.

The proprietress nodded knowingly, her amiable expression vanishing instantly, replaced by a sharp and greedy look in her eyes. She lowered her voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear: "'The container' is ready. The 'meal time' for the 'snacks' (referring to Melu)... shall we set it for afternoon tea? Add some 'sleep aid' to her favorite 'honey slime jelly'?"

“Not bad.” Lilith replied in the same low voice, her fingers seemingly casually brushing against the erect nipples beneath her soaked robe, feeling their subtle hardness and slipperiness. “Remember… be quick, and ‘digest’ thoroughly. I don’t want to see any ‘defective products’.”

(Plan...going smoothly.) She murmured to herself, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the milk-stained fabric of her robe. (Next...it's you, my 'little treat.' In this 'safe' hideout.) Her gaze slowly shifted to Meru beside her, who was licking honey off her fingers, completely unsuspecting. (The inn lobby returned to silence, save for the buzzing of a few flies circling an empty dish.)

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The hotel lobby fell silent again, except for a table in a corner littered with dishes and cups. Sunlight slanted in, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

As Renn and Cecilia disappeared through the door, Lilith—the orc hunter disguised as a priest—seemed to momentarily relax her taut "disguise." She exhaled softly, not from exhaustion, but from the excitement and desire that followed her successful maneuver. The burning desire that had risen within her from controlling the situation and her tacit "communication" with the landlady was now slowly igniting along her spine, desperately needing to be soothed.

"Melu, let's go back to our room." She turned around, her voice still gentle, her emerald eyes looking at the little mage who was licking the honey residue off her fingertips. "You need to organize the materials you'll need for this afternoon's practice, and I... need to change my clothes too."

As she spoke, she took the lead and headed towards the stairs. Her white priest's robe, soaked with milk, clung to her body, outlining breathtakingly smooth curves with each step. The wet fabric became heavy and exceptionally clingy, revealing the rise and fall of her waist and hips, and the long lines of her legs in full view.

The most striking feature was her chest. The area soaked in warm milk, the fabric almost translucent, clung tightly to her skin, outlining two full, heavy, rounded mounds of soft flesh. Her breasts swayed gently and elastically with each step she took up the stairs, the two firm, pink nipples clearly visible beneath the damp, darkened fabric, even revealing the subtle contours of the areolas. The milk stains that had slid down her cleavage hadn't yet dried, leaving a winding, alluring wet trail.

Melu blinked her large purple eyes behind her, her gaze involuntarily following the wet, swaying figure. She felt that Lilith was acting a little strange today... but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She just instinctively felt that the way the soaked robe clung to her body... made her cheeks feel hot. She shook her head, picked up the last piece of buttered bread from her plate, and skipped after her, her little leather shoes making a crisp "tap-tap" sound on the wooden stairs.

The door opened, and "Lilith" stepped inside. She closed the door behind her with a click—the movement was fluid and natural, as if she had simply locked it habitually, shutting out everything from the outside world. She went straight to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, her back to Melu, who had also entered.

"Sister Lilith, is the door locked? It's broad daylight..." Melu asked with some doubt, while placing the unfinished bread on the small table.

“Ah, I’m used to it. You always have to be extra careful when adventuring in the wild,” Lilith replied casually, her tone gentle, as she raised her hand and began to untie her soaked priest’s robe. The ties were undone by her nimble (and somewhat hasty) fingers, and the wet, heavy fabric slid down her smooth shoulders and piled up at her feet.

Inside, there was a white cotton lining and a close-fitting bra, also soaked in milk and now semi-transparent. The wet fabric was even thinner and more transparent than the outer robe, clinging tightly to the skin, almost becoming one with it. The outline of the bra and the edges of the lace were clearly visible, and more importantly, the wet bra accentuated the full, round breasts perfectly—the heavy orbs were perfectly shaped, and the two pink nipples at the top were fully erect, pushing the thin, wet fabric into two distinct little bumps, the color of the areolas and the texture of the surrounding fine particles were faintly visible. The cold, wet fabric against the hot nipples created a strange sensation of ice and fire.

Instead of immediately grabbing clean clothes, she stood quietly with her back to Melu. One hand rose from her side, her fingers gently tracing the erect nipples beneath her soaked bra. The cool, damp fabric contacting the hot, sensitive spot sent a tingling, numbing pleasure shooting straight to her cerebral cortex. She could even feel the tiny buds hardening and swelling under her fingertips.

"Mmm..." A very soft sigh, mixed with satisfaction, comfort, and secret desire, escaped from deep within her throat. She closed her eyes, savoring the pure sensual pleasure brought by this young and beautiful body.

“Sister Lilith, have you seen my Moonstone powder and Starlight Grass roots? I remember putting them in the little blue bag.” Melu’s voice rang out from behind her as she rummaged through her small suitcase, interrupting Lilith’s reverie.

Lilith quickly withdrew her hand, turned around, and her face had returned to its usual gentle expression, though her cheeks still bore a faint, almost imperceptible blush (from the earlier stimulation). "It seems... to be in the drawer under my wardrobe? You said you were worried about it getting damp after your last practice session, so you asked me to put it away for you." As she spoke, she walked to her wardrobe, squatted down, and opened the bottom drawer.

I do remember this. The real Lilith did indeed keep some materials for Melu. And while searching through Melu's materials, a fragment of Lilith's memory suddenly flashed by—Melu, that little scatterbrain, once mysteriously told Lilith after a dangerous adventure that she had secretly bought some "Dream Dust," supposedly obtained from a mysterious merchant, which could induce short-term pleasant hallucinations. She originally intended to use it when she was particularly scared or couldn't sleep, but she never dared to try it and kept it in her materials bag.

(Dream Dust...) A thought struck Lilith, and a faint green light flashed in her eyes. A more covert and secure plan instantly took shape.

She quickly rummaged through Merlu's small blue velvet pouch and opened it. Inside were several common low-level spellcasting materials—moonshadow stone powder (pale purple), starlight grass roots (silver filaments), fairy wing fragments (glittering)... and something wrapped separately in a smaller, opaque black oil paper package.

"Is this it?" She handed the blue bag to Melu, while her fingers seemingly casually brushed against the small black bag.

"Yes, yes! These are them! Thank you, Sister Lilith!" Melu happily took them and hugged them to her chest.

Lilith stood up, a gentle smile on her face: "Since you can't go out this afternoon anyway, why don't you practice the 'Starlight Twister' trick that you didn't finish yesterday in your room? That trick requires you to concentrate on guiding the energy of the Starlight Grass, which is a good opportunity to train your magic control."

"Great! Great!" Merlu is at a lively and active age, and it would be uncomfortable for her to stay in her room all afternoon. It would be perfect if she could practice magic.

“But be careful when you practice, don’t burn a hole in the sheet like last time.” “Lilith” said, as if casually taking the small blue bag back from Melu’s hand. “Let me check the ingredient ratio for you again. That trick requires the powder to be very fine.”

With her back to Melu, she casually fiddled with the materials in the bag. Her fingers deftly picked up the small black packet, and with a swift flick of her fingernail, she peeled back a corner of the oil paper—indeed, inside were some extremely fine powders shimmering with a mesmerizing iridescence. It was "Dream Dust." She carefully shook out a small pinch (about the dosage that would produce a slight dazed and pleasurable hallucination in an adult), then quickly and evenly mixed it into the small pile of moonstone powder beside it. The two colors were already similar, and in the dim light of the bag, the difference was almost imperceptible. Having done this, she quickly wrapped the small black packet back up and placed it back in its original position, then moved the moonstone powder mixed with Dream Dust to the top for Melu to use.

“Yes, the proportions are fine. The moonstone powder is on top; just take it.” “Lilith” handed the bag back to Melu, her smile impeccable.

"Great! I'll start preparing now!" Melu was very excited and immediately began to clean the table, lay out a stain-proof tarpaulin, and set out her small portable magic circle base and various auxiliary tools.

Lilith changed into a clean spare priest's robe (still white, but slightly more conservative in style), then moved a chair and sat not too far from Merlu, holding a holy book that looked like it was for prayer, while her gaze would occasionally "concernedly" drift toward the direction where Merlu was practicing.

(Come on, a little treat…) she murmured to herself, her fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the edge of the book. (When you begin to guide the starlight, inhale those 'added' powders… when the boundary between fantasy and reality blurs… that's when your soul is most ****, most 'hungry'.) She felt the burning desire stirring deep within her body again, fueled by anticipation and the impending success of her plan, and struggled to maintain the gentle, patient, and harmless "older sister" expression on her face.

As the sunlight outside the window gradually slanted westward, inside the room, Melu began to chant the difficult incantation with focused concentration. Her fingers clumsily but earnestly guided the magic, and she carefully sprinkled pale purple moonstone powder into the magic circle nodes. A very faint, cool aura belonging to starlight began to permeate the air, along with... a faint, cloying, and dizzyingly sweet fragrance.

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Time passed quietly inside the room.

Melu knelt before the makeshift magic circle, her small face tense and serious, her amethyst eyes fixed on the flickering light within. Following Lilith's instructions, she was carefully guiding the meager energy contained within the roots of the Starlight Grass, while simultaneously sprinkling moonstone powder mixed with "Dream Dust" little by little into the key resonance nodes.

The pale purple powder, activated by magic, emitted an even more mesmerizing iridescent halo, scattered like shattered dreams. Besides the crisp, clean scent unique to starlight, the sweet, alluring fragrance in the air grew increasingly pronounced. It was pervasive, seeping into Melu's nostrils and infiltrating her consciousness with every focused breath.

"Hmm..." Melu suddenly shook her head. The aura of the magic circle in front of her seemed to overlap, and the syllables of the incantation became slightly sticky on her tongue. A soft, light, drowsy feeling, mixed with inexplicable pleasure and relaxation, washed over her like a tide. "Sister Lilith... my head is a little... dizzy... it feels weird..."

Just then, "Lilith" walked over at the perfect moment, carrying a delicate little silver tray. On the tray was "honey slime jelly," which she had "specially" asked the proprietress to prepare for Melu. The jelly was a translucent pale gold color, containing glistening droplets of honey and chewy pieces of slime, emitting an enticing sweet aroma.

"Are you tired from practicing? Take a break and have something to eat." Lilith's voice was softer than usual, carrying a hypnotic charm. She sat down next to Meru and handed her a silver platter. "This is your favorite, would you like to try some?"

Under the influence of mild hallucinations, Melu's judgment had been greatly impaired. The jelly in front of her looked exceptionally tempting, its sweet aroma seemingly able to dispel the strange dizziness. She nodded dazedly, took the small silver spoon, scooped up a spoonful of the trembling jelly, and put it in her mouth.

The cool, sweet, and bouncy texture melted in her mouth. The slight numbing sensation unique to slime, combined with the sweetness of honey, did temporarily suppress the discomfort caused by the hallucinations. But she didn't realize that a colorless and odorless potent sleeping potion had been mixed into the bottom layer of the jelly.

One spoonful, two spoonfuls... Melu's eating speed slowed down, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

“Good child… go to sleep if you’re tired… your sister is here…” “Lilith” gently supported her swaying little body, her voice as soft as the feathers brushing against her ear. She took the silver spoon that Melu was still holding from her hand and guided her to lean against her chest.

A thick layer of mist clouded Meru's purple eyes, blurring her vision completely. The last thing she saw was Lilith's gentle, honey-sweet smile, and the faint, indelible milk stains on her white priest's robe. Then, endless darkness and softness enveloped her, and her consciousness sank to the deepest seabed.

Once she confirmed that Melu was completely asleep and her breathing had become long and steady, the gentleness on "Lilith's" face vanished instantly, replaced by a hunter's coldness and...excitement.

She gently laid Melu flat on the bed. The little girl was wearing a deep purple nightgown, the hem of which had rolled up slightly from her earlier movement, revealing a pair of slender legs and delicate feet tightly encased in pure black stockings. Those small, black-stockinged feet twitched unconsciously, the toes curling slightly inside the stockings before relaxing, the curves of the ankles as exquisite as works of art.

"Gulp." Lilith—or rather, the orc soul within her—clearly heard herself swallow. Those small feet encased in black stockings, the delicate curves of her body… were all frantically stirring her most primal desires, a mixture of possessiveness, destruction, and ravaging.

(Calm down...complete the most important steps first.) She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to pounce immediately, and quickly walked to the door, opening it a crack.

Outside the door, the "boss lady" had been waiting for a long time. The smile on her face disappeared, and her eyes were sharp and submissive.

"Is everything ready? Did you bring the things?" Lilith asked in a low voice.

The proprietress nodded silently and took out a rough, palm-sized stone disc wrapped in black velvet from under her apron. The disc was engraved with complex, twisted, dark green runes that didn't belong to any known magical system. Inlaid in the center was a small, murky, dark red crystal that seemed to be alive, slowly rotating. This was the "incomplete soul-swapping tool"—a one-time use item modified from an ancient soul ritual by the orc shaman in the first volume, utilizing "Lia's" intelligence and priestly knowledge. Although it could only be used at close range, one-on-one, and the success rate wasn't 100%, requiring at least one party to be ****, its advantages lay in its stealth, speed, and lack of large-scale magical fluctuations.

"Where is the container?" Lilith took the stone disc; it was icy cold to the touch.

“In the basement, the 'food' (referring to the prepared orc souls) has been 'starving' for a long time,” the landlady replied softly, a hint of envy for her “kind” about to acquire a new body flashing in her eyes, along with a trace of greed for the petite body on the bed.

Lilith returned to the bedside and placed the stone disc above Meru's flat chest, roughly aligned with her heart. She extended a finger and pressed it to her brow, concentrating her mind—the shaman had taught her the activation method, requiring the use of a wisp of her own soul power as a "fuse." She now occupied Lilith's body, her soul still bearing the mark of the orcs.

A faint but clear, dark green aura of soul light, carrying the scent of sulfur and blood, seeped from Lilith's fingertips and dripped onto the dark red crystal in the center of the stone disc.

"Buzz..."

The crystal was instantly activated, emitting a low, teeth-grinding hum. The twisted runes on the stone disc lit up with a dark green light, and an invisible suction **** targeting the soul began to emerge. It first locked onto Meru's pure soul, which was in a deep sleep and completely unprepared, like an invisible hand, gently but resolutely beginning to "peel" her from her body. At the same time, the runes on the stone disc also instantly connected through some mysterious link to a certain place in the basement of the inn, where an orc soul, bound in a specially made orc body (as a "container"), had also been "starved" for a long time to enhance its desire for a "new body."

Melu's body trembled unconsciously, her brows furrowed, as if she were experiencing some kind of **** discomfort and fear in her sleep. A faint, pale purple soul mist, typical of a magic apprentice, began to slowly seep from her seven orifices and the pores of her body, attracting and entwining her with the stone disc.

The process wasn't long, but it was an ordeal for both the caster and the recipient. Finally, the soul mist within Melu's body was completely extracted, transforming into a hazy, star-studded purple sphere of light, hovering below the stone slab. Almost simultaneously, another, more turbid, violent, dark green sphere of light, bearing distinct orcish characteristics, was guided up from beneath the floor (through a pre-drawn miniature teleportation array) and enveloped Melu's body.

The dark green orb, impatient and with an almost greedy hunger, suddenly sank into Melu's brow.

Melu's body convulsed violently for a moment, then returned to calm.

The light from the stone disc quickly dimmed and went out, and the red crystal in the center cracked into several pieces with a "crack," turning into useless fragments. The disposable prop had completed its mission.

“Alright, take it.” Lilith casually tossed the now-useless stone disc back to the landlady by the door, pointing to the ground—where, silently, lay the body of an orc, clad in tattered animal hides, muscular but with lifeless eyes and weak breathing. It was the “vessel” from which Melu’s original soul now resided. This orc body had undergone special treatment; the soul’s rejection reaction would be suppressed to a minimum, but its movement and thought abilities were temporarily almost zero.

The landlady nodded respectfully, deftly stuffed the orc's body into a specially made, breath-proof sack, quickly dragged it out of the room, and disappeared at the end of the corridor, heading to "where it was supposed to go."

The door was gently closed and locked from the inside.

In the room, only "Lilith" and "Meru" on the bed, who had just obtained a "new body", remained.

The pent-up desire and sense of control, almost bursting forth after so long, finally dissipated without any restraint. "Lilith" let out a long, trembling breath, a mixture of relief and **** excitement.

"Finally...finally I got it...my...little treat..." she murmured to herself, her voice hoarse with excitement. All pretense, all reserve, all veneer of purity were thrown to the winds.

She didn't even bother to take off the clean white priest's robe she had just changed into. She strode to the bedside and looked at the petite, defenseless body on the bed, dressed in a purple nightgown and black stockings. The flames burning in her eyes almost consumed her.

She abruptly climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and straddled "Melu's" flat stomach. With rough hands, she lifted the hem of her white priest's robe, without any foreplay, without any buffer, without even removing the cumbersome white silk panties—she simply pressed her entire lower body heavily and forcefully between "Melu's" soft stomach and legs, also encased in black stockings, through that thin fabric already soaked with the fluids from her previous secret masturbation and her current intense arousal!

"Ugh...!" Even through layers of clothing, the intense impact, with its crushing **** and friction, still caused "Melu," who had just completed the soul exchange, whose bodily functions were slowly recovering, and whose consciousness was on the verge of chaos, to let out a muffled groan and her body to bounce unconsciously.

But this weak resistance (or reaction) only further provoked Lilith.

“Yes…that’s it…move…scream…my little mage…” she gasped, one hand gripping “Melu’s” thin shoulder tightly, while the other reached inside the collar of her priest’s robe, frantically grabbing and squeezing her breasts through her bra and lining, kneading them into various lewd shapes. At the same time, her hips began to thrust violently and erratically back and forth!

The hem of her white priest's robe billowed wildly with her frantic movements, revealing her long, shapely legs, also encased in white stockings, taut with tension and arched at the ankles, and her crotch, now even wetter and darker from the intense friction and pressure. Her pubic bone, through the soaked silk panties and white stockings, rubbed hard against the soft, tender mound between "Melu's" legs, also covered in black stockings.

"Haa...can you feel it...your new body...being ridden like this by me...no, by 'older sister' me...is it good?!" She growled incoherently, her voice distorted and filled with sadistic pleasure and the satisfaction of conquest. The image of Meru (or rather, any female prey she desired) crying and begging beneath her, being wantonly played with by her, perfectly overlapped with the real touch and temperature of this tender body in reality.

“Ugh…uh…” “Melu”—now more accurately described as the orc soul possessing her body—let out a more muffled moan. Having just acquired this body, her sensory system was still adapting, fragments of memory hadn't yet fused, and both her mind and body were in a **** state. But the most basic physiological stimulation and “Lilith’s” aggressive, direct, and brutal actions on her lower body still pierced through her chaotic consciousness, awakening the body’s most primal reactions. Beneath the black stockings, that small area, never before touched like this, began to uncontrollably heat up and become moist under the continuous grinding and pressure. A strange, faint but clear current of pleasure, belonging to a young girl’s body, began to surge wildly through her chaotic consciousness.

This reaction (though ****) is undoubtedly a powerful aphrodisiac.

Lilith's movements became even wilder, her hips swaying with unprecedented amplitude and ****. Her fingers left her chest and instead roughly tore at the collar of Melu's purple nightgown, completely exposing her childlike face, now flushed with pain from both spiritual discomfort and physical stimulation. She leaned down, almost touching Melu's face, her hot, rapid breath spraying onto Melu's skin.

“Give it to me…give it all to me…you little slut…” The **** pleasure had reached its peak, accompanied by the complete release of the orcish desire for conquest deep in her soul. “Lilith” let out a low growl that was almost like that of a wild beast. Her body suddenly stiffened and then convulsed violently!

A torrent of hot, sticky love fluid gushed out from between her legs as if she had lost control of her bladder! Her soaked white silk panties and stockings were no match for it; the large amount of clear fluid penetrated the thin fabric and sprayed out!

A significant portion of it, hot and solid, poured directly onto "Melu's" delicate yet bewildered little face!

Warm liquid, carrying a strong feminine scent, clung to her eyes, nose, and lips, even flowing down her cheeks into her ears and neck.

This sudden, intense, and insulting stimulus, like a splash of cold water, finally and completely shattered the last bit of chaos and barrier of the orc soul that had just entered and was not yet stable within "Melu's" body!

"Cough cough... Ugh...!" She coughed violently, her eyes snapping open reflexively, her purple pupils contracting in discomfort and shock. The sticky, slippery sensation on her face and the strong, sweet, fishy smell made her nauseous, and the effects of the sleeping pills wore off rapidly under the intense physiological stimulation.

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The lewd atmosphere in the room had not yet dissipated.

The afterglow of her climax left Lilith's body trembling slightly. The hem of her white priest's robe and the white stockings between her legs were soaked through, with sticky love fluid dripping down the stockings and leaving dark watermarks on the purple nightgown fabric. She gasped for breath, her face flushed with a satisfied and frenzied ecstasy, looking down at the small face beneath her, drenched in her own fluids.

"Melu"—or rather, the orcish new soul just awakened from **** sedation and a soul shock—was coughing violently, trying to expel the sticky liquid that had entered her nose and throat. Her purple eyes were brimming with tears from the physical stimulation, blurring her vision, and her small face was filled with confusion, discomfort, and a hint of instinctive fear. Fragments of Melu's memories spun chaotically in her consciousness like a shattered kaleidoscope, leaving her unable to distinguish who she was or what she was experiencing.

"Shh...don't be afraid, Melu..." In this chaotic moment, a voice as gentle as the warm sunshine of early spring rang out. The frenzied expression on "Lilith's" face vanished as if by magic, replaced by the flawless, gentle smile befitting a "holy priestess." She reached out and gently brushed away the few strands of purple hair on "Melu's" forehead that were stuck together with sweat (and semen), her fingertips soothingly stroking her cheeks, which were still flushed and covered in sticky fluid.

The touch made "Melu" tremble violently. She instinctively tried to dodge, but her body was still weak and confused, and she couldn't move.

“Look at you, you’ve gotten everything dirty…” Lilith’s voice carried a perfectly measured hint of pity, like an older sister looking after her younger sister who had accidentally fallen and soiled her clothes. Then, under the completely incomprehensible gaze of Melu, she—the woman who had just been straddling her and frantically masturbating, spraying her face with her bodily fluids—lowered her head, stuck out the tip of her pink tongue, and gently licked the glistening, sticky love fluid that had been scraped from Melu’s face and was now on her thumb.

“Mmm…” Lilith squinted, letting out a satisfied hum, as if savoring some exquisite delicacy. “So sweet… the taste of Merle…” Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then cleared again, but the meaning within them was even deeper, even more… dangerous.

Melu's purple pupils contracted sharply. The impact of this scene even surpassed the discomfort of being sprayed on her face. The innocent perception that belonged to Melu in her fragmented memories clashed violently with the scene before her, which was full of blasphemy and eroticism. Even the primitive and savage orc consciousness that had just taken over her soul felt a strange tremor and...excitement?

“Don’t be nervous, my little Melu…” Lilith’s fingers didn’t leave, but instead slid down Melu’s cheek and neck, across her slender, petite body wrapped in a purple nightgown. Her movements seemed gentle, but in reality, they carried an undeniable sense of control. Her fingertips precisely traced the ties of the nightgown, easily untying them.

“Let me help you… ‘adapt’ to your new body…” Her voice was sickeningly sweet, yet it carried a chilling, venomous edge. “And let you… truly experience the joys of being a female…”

As soon as she finished speaking, her hand slipped inside the loosely draped robe, directly caressing "Melu's" flat and tender belly, tightly encased in pure black pantyhose. Then, without hesitation, it slid down, through the thin layer of black silk fabric that carried Melu's faint scent, her fingers spreading to completely cover the slightly bulging, still-green and tender area between her legs.

"Ugh—!" "Melu's" body arched violently as if electrocuted! An unprecedented, intense, tingling current, almost causing her to lose consciousness instantly, exploded from that sensitive area that had never been violated like this before, instantly sweeping through her entire nervous system that had just begun to "operate"!

This was no longer the vague perception of the past chaos, but a clear, sharp, and undeniable physical stimulation! The **** sensitivity of the girl's body and the primal desire for carnal pleasure hidden in the orc's soul were brutally and forcibly connected at this moment!

"Ah... haa..." A weak, tearful moan escaped uncontrollably from "Melu's" throat. She struggled instinctively, her small hands weakly pushing against "Lilith's" body pressing down on her, her legs kicking wildly inside her black stockings.

“Yes…that’s it…feel it…” Lilith gasped, her other hand joining in the “guidance.” She pinched Meru’s small chin, forcing her to lift her face, and then kissed her deeply! It wasn’t a gentle caress, but a deep kiss filled with aggression and possessiveness, like a beast marking its prey. Her tongue forcefully pried open the teeth, plundering every inch of the other’s mouth, while also transferring the sweet, fishy taste of her own lingering love juices.

"Ugh... Ugh...!" "Melu's" struggles quickly weakened under the double ****. A strange, intense pleasure crashed against her fragile defenses like a tsunami, her body's instincts betraying her chaotic will. She could clearly feel the area between her legs, covered by "Lilith's" hand, uncontrollably heating up, becoming wet and swollen; the crotch of her black stockings was rapidly soaked with the seeping, clear love fluid, darkening in color.

Lilith felt the dampness in her palm and became even more excited. She released the kiss, her lips and tongue tracing a path down Melu's neck, and through her robe and bra, she took the tiny, barely developed nipple into her mouth, gently nibbling it with her teeth. At the same time, the hand covering Melu's legs began to move—no longer simply covering, but pressing, rubbing, and grinding the tender clitoris and labia forcefully through the soaked black stockings!

"No...no...there...it feels so strange...ahhh..." "Melu's" cries were broken and fragmented, her body twisting violently like a fish out of water, but each twisting made the stimulation of the friction through the stockings clearer and more unbearable. The black stockings and white stockings (on "Lilith's" own legs) rubbed repeatedly against their tightly pressed lower bodies, making an even stickier and more lewd sound.

Lilith completely let go. She simply peeled off Meru's loose nightgown, along with her undershirt, exposing the young, inexperienced body clad only in black stockings to the air. She herself merely lifted the hem of her priest's robe to her waist, and their lower bodies, both covered in stockings and equally wet and muddy, pressed tightly together without any obstruction!

Black and white stockings, the slippery fabrics rubbing and squeezing against each other, carrying the love fluids secreted by both of them, produced loud and erotic "gurgling" sounds. "Lilith's" pubic bone pressed heavily against "Melu's" inner thigh, and her waist began to thrust wildly and rhythmically back and forth, violently pounding and rubbing her pubic bone against the other's most **** private parts!

“Can you feel it?! This is ‘female’! This is pleasure! Remember this feeling! Remember it with your new body!” Lilith growled in Melu’s ear as she moved wildly, her hot breath filling her ear.

"Waaah... It's... It's going to break... I can't take it... Sister... Lilith...!" "Melu's" scream suddenly rose, turning into a near-collapsed sob. Her body convulsed like a leaf in the wind, her small hands gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles white. The **** pleasure, something she had never imagined, mixed with immense shame and the fear of her soul being forcibly invaded, finally broke through a certain threshold!

"Aaaaaahh ...

Two sharp, almost simultaneous female screams (despite their different timbres and ages) ripped through the silence of the room!

"Melu's" petite body suddenly bounced upwards and then fell heavily back down. A large amount of warm, transparent love fluid gushed out from the crotch of her black stockings as if she had lost control of her bladder, even splashing directly onto "Lilith's" white priest's robe and stockings.

Lilith let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body stiffening as her lower body once again gushed out a large amount of viscous fluid, which mixed with Melu's love fluid, completely soaking the stockings and sheets between their legs, leaving behind a messy water stain.

The climax slowly subsided. Only heavy, disordered breathing and an overwhelmingly sweet, metallic scent remained in the room.

Lilith lay on top of Melu, feeling the small body beneath her still twitching slightly from the afterglow. She could sense a strange and chaotic flow of information, bearing the mark of orcs yet interwoven with fragments of Melu's memories, beginning to surge into her own consciousness through that intense, soul-and-body "connection," while simultaneously washing over the newly inhabited soul within Melu's body.

(Memory...synchronizing...) "Lilith" thought wearily but contentedly. This was the "consolidation" step after the body-swapping ritual, accelerating the fusion of old and new memories through **** physiological stimulation and soul resonance, allowing the new soul to more quickly "digest" the original body's habits and skills. However...the method she used was exceptionally brutal and...effective.

The "Melu" beneath him seemed to have calmed down a bit, her purple eyes half-open, her gaze empty and bewildered, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the overwhelming shock she had just experienced. But her fingers twitched unconsciously and slightly.

Just then, a fragment of Melu's original memory—about an unstable arcane missile trick that she had been secretly researching recently but had not fully mastered herself—emerged like a bubble from the chaotic soul connection that the two had just established. Because Melu was extremely emotionally unstable and her magical perception was chaotic at the moment, she unconsciously captured and amplified it, and... triggered the most basic magical guidance gesture.

All that could be seen was that "Melu" unconsciously moved her little hand, and her fingertips flickered with an extremely weak and uncontrollable arcane spark that was extremely unstable and mixed with purple and dark green!

Lilith instantly sensed the faint magical fluctuation, and alarm bells rang in her mind! From the merged memories of Lilith, she knew that Meru had been tinkering with some dangerous thing lately!

"No—!" She suddenly tried to get up to stop him.

But it was too late.

That tiny spark acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the still-lingering, small amount of active moonstone powder in the air (including the dream dust), as well as the chaotic life energy (including the scent of emotions and bodily fluids) that filled the room, made even more intense by the two's climax!

"boom--!!!"

A not particularly loud, but unusually muffled explosion rang out right next to the two people who were pressed close together!

It wasn't the fiery impact of a fireball spell, but a bizarre explosion caused by uncontrolled arcane energy, a mixture of mental shock and matter distortion!

A powerful, iridescent arcane light flashed and disappeared!

When the light faded, a jagged, irregular hole, about the size of a washbasin, was blasted open in one side of the room—near their bedside table! Bricks and wood chips were scattered everywhere, revealing the walls of the corridor outside and a corner of the street below! A cold wind rushed in, dispelling the lewd atmosphere in the room and making the two people on the bed shiver.

Lilith and Melu froze, remaining in their intertwined positions, staring in astonishment at the large hole in the wall from which dust was still falling.

"Melu" blinked her purple eyes, which were wet with tears and traces of dried love fluid. She seemed completely unaware of what had happened and instinctively flinched.

Lilith's face instantly turned ashen, then flushed bright red—this time from anger and fear.

(This...this fucking...!) she roared inwardly. (That little bastard's crappy magic!)

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The grotesque holes in the wall let in the cold night wind, dispersing the thick, lewd atmosphere in the room, but it couldn't dispel the shock and anger that instantly rose in "Lilith's" heart, nor the rapidly cooling desire.

(Oh no! The commotion was too loud!) She almost instantly realized that such an explosion (especially the chaotic arcane fluctuations it contained) was definitely enough to alert Rein and Cecilia, who were investigating in the nearby streets, and they must be rushing back at full speed!

She might only have a minute or two left!

She quickly scanned her own and "Melu's" current state—both of them were disheveled, her white stockings and the hem of her robe were so wet they could be wrung out, the bed was covered in traces of love fluid, and the sweet, fishy smell of lust in the air was so strong it was pungent... All of this must not be discovered!

"Damn it! Get up!" Lilith cursed under her breath, using unprecedented strength to practically grab Melu's arm and pull her off the bed. Melu, who had just experienced a soul-shaking experience and a violent orgasm, was weak all over and her eyes were still dazed. She staggered as she was pulled.

At this moment, Lilith disregarded any pretense of gentleness. She shoved Meru to the drafty hole in the wall and then stood there herself. She quickly wiped her hands haphazardly across the shattered brick fragments and dust around the edge of the hole, then slapped those hands, covered in gray powder and small pebbles, heavily and without hesitation onto herself and Meru!

Especially her own soaked skirt and white stockings on her thighs (which conveniently concealed the dark water stains), her disheveled chest, and "Melu's" small face still smeared with her own bodily fluids and her bare shoulders exposed after her robe was torn open. The rough dust mixed with sweat (and semen) immediately made the two of them look extremely disheveled, as if they had just survived the impact of an explosion that was almost within reach.

Then, she quickly gathered up "Melu's" purple nightgown, which had been torn open, and barely tied the belt to cover the mess between her chest and legs. She also hurriedly pulled down the white priest's robe that had been pulled up to her waist. Although it was still wet, wrinkled, and covered in dust, it could at least cover the most obvious marks. She even deliberately rubbed the soles of her white-stockinged feet on the sheets and floor, leaving dusty footprints and scratches to cover up the various pieces of evidence of her previous lewdness.

After doing all this, she rushed to the door and pressed her ear against it—she could already hear hurried footsteps and exclamations from other hotel guests downstairs! Time was running out!

She flung open the door and, sure enough, saw the "boss lady" standing at the top of the stairs with a look of surprise and uncertainty. She had obviously been startled by the explosion and was hesitating whether to come up and check.

"Quickly!" Lilith lowered her voice, speaking rapidly, her gaze sharp as a knife. "Notify the 'Queen Bee' (referring to Knight Commander Anastasia) that the plan has changed, and the risk of exposure has increased dramatically! We can't wait any longer! Immediately, take her most elite 'worker bees' and ambush at the 'river bend west of the Deadwood Forest'! We'll be there before sunset at the latest!" That was the terrain she had long ago planned, the most suitable for an ambush—the open riverbank was easy to encircle, the dense Deadwood Forest could hide a large number of ambushes, and the river bend had complex terrain, making it easy to set traps.

The "landlady" sharpened her eyes, nodded emphatically without saying a word, and turned and disappeared around the corner of the stairs, her movements so agile that she didn't seem like an ordinary woman.

Lilith breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her heart was still pounding. She retreated into the room, closed the door behind her, quickly composed herself, took a few deep breaths, and tried to steady her legs, which were a little sore from the consecutive orgasms and intense exercise. She deliberately leaned her weight slightly against the cabinet next to the hole in the wall.

She adopted a posture that clearly showed signs of exhaustion and shock.

The very next second after she had adjusted her posture—

"Bang!"

The room door was violently kicked open, accompanied by a gust of wind!

Raine, wielding a greatsword, charged in first, his face filled with unprecedented tension and anxiety. When he saw the grotesque hole in the wall, his expression changed drastically.

Cecilia followed closely behind, her gaze sweeping across the entire room—broken walls, splattered dust, a messy bed, and… Lilith, leaning against the wall, her white robe covered in dust, her face slightly pale (half genuine shock and lingering fear, half feigned), her legs seemingly weak (the afterglow of her recent climax combined with the physical exertion of quickly “setting up the scene”); and… Melu, standing close to Lilith, almost half-hidden behind her, only revealing a small portion of her face, also covered in dust, her eyes slightly red-rimmed, her purple eyes wet, her small hands tightly gripping the hem of Lilith’s white priest’s robe—or more accurately, clinging tightly to one of Lilith’s thighs covered in dirty white stockings—her body still trembling slightly.

"Lilith! Melu! Are you alright?!" Renn asked urgently, his voice trembling, his eyes scanning the two of them nervously. "What happened? Was it an attack?!"

"Lilith" coughed weakly at the opportune moment, one hand rubbing her forehead (dust was also smeared on her face, making her look even more disheveled), the other hand gently pressing on "Melu's" small hand tightly gripping her thigh, her voice trembling with lingering fear: "N-nothing...we're not hurt...just now...Melu was practicing a new magic trick she learned...maybe the magic went out of control...suddenly...it exploded..." As she spoke, she seemed to glance at the large hole in the wall with lingering fear, her body leaning further against the cabinet, her legs so weak that they looked like they might slip down at any moment.

Cecilia's gaze was sharp as a hawk's, quickly scanning every corner of the room. The traces of the explosion did indeed match the characteristics of arcane magic going out of control, and the residual magic was also weak and chaotic (with the addition of dream dust and erotic energy, it would be strange if it wasn't chaotic). The dust on Lilith and Melu, their disheveled clothes, and their terrified expressions also seemed to match... but something still felt off.

Her gaze fell on the disheveled bed, the sheets visibly crumpled (though some water stains were covered by dust, the wrinkles and disarray far exceeded what a typical blast wave could cause). It then settled on Lilith's wet, dusty priest's robe hem and white stockings, the fabric still clinging to her skin and outlining her alluring curves (were they really just dust and moisture from the explosion?). Finally, her gaze settled on Meru.

The little mage's condition was particularly strange. While she was usually lively and could be afraid of danger, she would never be like this… almost completely glued to Lilith's thigh, her small body pressed tightly against those white-stockinged legs, her cheeks even unconsciously rubbing against the soft, smooth surface of the stockings. Her purple eyes were half-closed, and besides fear, there seemed to be a hint of… confusion? Especially noticeable was Cecilia's observation that the way "Meru" held Lilith's thigh, the way her knuckles and gripped her fingers, seemed… somewhat unnatural? And although her body was trembling, the frequency and manner of the trembling weren't entirely due to fear…

(Like... enduring something? Or... feeling something?) Cecilia's brow furrowed deeply. She wanted to move closer to observe, but "Lilith" spoke again, her voice filled with urgency and the panic of "surviving a close call":

"It's too dangerous here! The walls are all broken! I don't know if those... those enemies who might be hiding in the shadows will take advantage of the situation... We can't stay in the inn any longer! We must leave Silverthorn Town immediately!"

Ryan nodded immediately: "Yes! We have to go! It's too dangerous!"

"Where are we going?" Cecilia asked, her gaze still fixed on "Lilith".

Lilith seemed to have prepared her explanation beforehand. She "struggled" to stand up straight, her face showing a look of recollection and determination: "I remember... about half a day's journey east of the town, there's a 'deadwood forest.' On the west side of the forest, near the 'Greywater River,' there's an abandoned hunter's hut. I've heard traveling merchants mention it before. It's relatively secluded, close to water, and has a wide view. We can temporarily stay there, avoiding any spies in town, and then plan our next move." What she described was the "river bend on the west side of the deadwood forest" where she had just instructed the landlady to inform the group leader to ambush them, but she blurred the specific terrain of the river bend, emphasizing the "abandoned hut" and the "seclusion."

“No! It’s too remote. If there are pursuers, we’ll be all alone!” Cecilia immediately objected, her intuition telling her that there was a problem with the suggestion.

Lilith immediately turned to Renn, her eyes welling up with tears (half acting, half from dust getting into her eyes), "But Renn... if we stay in town, we could be attacked again at any moment... there are knights in the church and the Adventurers' Guild, and the inns aren't safe either... if we go into the wilderness, at least we'll have the initiative, and... and I have a bad feeling, the 'anomaly' in the city is accelerating... we must get away as soon as possible..."

She skillfully portrayed her concern for the safety of her companions (primarily Ryan) and the vulnerability of a "frightened" priest seeking safe haven.

Looking at Lilith's pale, ashen face and her tearful, emerald-green eyes, and then at Melu, who was clinging tightly to her and trembling, Rein's heart softened, and his protective instincts instantly overwhelmed his concerns about the unknown terrain.

“Cecilia…” he looked at the bard, “Lilith is right… Staying in town means we’re in the dark while the enemy is in the light… Going out into the wilderness will at least give us some initiative. I… I will protect you.”

Cecilia opened her mouth, looking at Rein's determined eyes, then at the "pitiful" Lilith and the obviously off-target Melu, knowing that forcibly opposing now would only split the group, and she was equally wary of the "abnormalities" in the inn and town. She took a deep breath, suppressing the intense unease in her heart.

“…Alright. But we must leave immediately, without delay. And we must be extra careful on the way and once we arrive.” She glanced one last time at the hole in the wall and at the two “sisters” huddled together, looking strangely out of place, before turning around and quickly packing up the usable luggage.

The gears of the plan, amidst the smoke of the explosion and meticulous camouflage, began to turn relentlessly in the direction the "hunter" had predetermined. As the sun set, the brave party, carrying the "wounded" and filled with doubt, hurriedly left Silverthorn Town, heading towards the river bend known as the "Deadwood Forest," a place teeming with deadly traps.

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The setting sun bathed the western bend of the deadwood forest in an ominous dark gold. The river flowed calmly, reflecting the shimmering, blood-red afterglow. Sparse, twisted, withered trees stretched towards the sky like ghostly claws, casting long, swaying shadows.

When the brave team stepped onto the riverbank, the "abandoned hunter's hut" they had expected to rest in was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was only a trampled, messy patch of grass and an extremely tense and oppressive atmosphere in the air.

The next moment, a murderous intent suddenly appeared!

Deep orc roars echoed from behind the dead trees and piles of rocks on both sides of the riverbank, and dozens of orcs with crude weapons and ferocious faces surged out like a tide! Their charge seemed chaotic, but in reality, they formed a rough but effective semi-encirclement, trapping the squad firmly in the middle of the riverbank.

Raine immediately drew his greatsword and stood at the forefront, its blade gleaming coldly in the twilight. Cecilia also drew her short sword and throwing knives hidden under her cloak, her sharp eyes quickly assessing the number of enemies and potential openings.

Just as the orcs were about to charge in—

"Form ranks!"

A clear, authoritative, and unquestionable female command rang out, drowning out the orc's roar.

High on the riverbank, atop a jagged boulder, a figure slowly rose. The backlight of the setting sun outlined her tall, slender, and graceful figure. A well-fitting, jet-black knight commander's uniform, adorned with silver-edged patterns, perfectly accentuated her mature and voluptuous curves, yet exuded an aura of unapproachable heroism. A deep purple velvet cloak fluttered behind her. Her helmet was casually tucked under her arm, revealing a beautiful and aloof mature face; her deep purple eyes gleamed like cold gems in the twilight. Her lower body was clad in knee-high black stockings with thorn-patterned detailing, tightly encasing her long, straight legs. A small sliver of fair skin peeked out above the stockings, strikingly visible against the dark uniform. Her tall military boots clattered firmly on the rocks.

It was the female knight commander, "Eleanor Silverthorn," or rather, the orc shaman soul that had taken over her body.

Behind her, in the shadows of the rocks and trees, silently emerged rows of female knights, all clad in standard black armor and stockings, wielding swords or spears. Their eyes were eerily calm, their movements perfectly synchronized, like the most precise killing machines, a stark contrast to the frenzied howling orcs.

“Brave Renn,” Eleanor spoke, her voice carrying an air of condescending indifference, “surrender. Resistance is futile. We have been waiting for this for a long time.”

Raine gripped his sword hilt tightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the female knights and orcs, his face filled with disbelief, shock, and rage: "You...you! The female knights of Klaus Fortress! Guardians of the kingdom's honor! How could you...how could you collude with these filthy orcs?! You have betrayed humanity!" His voice trembled slightly with shock.

Upon hearing this, "Eleanor" suddenly let out a short, nasal laugh. This laugh was completely out of place with her cold and dignified appearance, and was full of a certain...playfulness and contempt.

"Betrayal? Collusion?" She seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. She raised her hand and gently stroked her cheek with her black-gloved fingers, the movement carrying a lazy, almost narcissistic air. "No, Hero, you're mistaken. This isn't betrayal... this is... evolution, it's... 'experience'."

Her voice suddenly lowered, yet carried a strange, almost ecstatic quality, as if she were chanting some kind of evil hymn: "We didn't 'collude' with the orcs... We 'became' a part of them, something they loved, desired, and merged with." Her gaze swept over the pale-faced "Lilith" behind Renn and the head-down, expressionless "Meru," a dark green flame flickering deep within her purple eyes. "As for why this is? Heh... it's simple, because we, including every 'sister' behind me, have... deeply, hopelessly... fallen in love with the feeling of making love with orcs~"

In an extremely calm yet highly suggestive and blasphemous tone, she uttered the most shocking words: "That brutal, primal, powerful sense of conquest... the tremor that penetrates to the deepest part of the body... the pleasure of being completely filled, possessed, and torn apart by their desires... Ah, it is the ultimate enjoyment that the weak tenderness of human men can never provide. We are addicted to it, unable to extricate ourselves... Therefore, we must bring this 'pleasure,' this 'love,' to more and more women... For example, those two 'lovely' companions behind you."

"Shut up! You... shameless madman!" Renn roared, his body trembling with immense humiliation and rage. Cecilia's face was even more grim, her lower lip pressed tightly together, her knuckles white as she gripped her weapon. Some of her suspicions were being brutally confirmed by these insane words.

"Lilith" let out a timely, terrified sob, taking a small step back, perfectly conveying her helplessness at being "frightened" and "insulted by foul language." "Melu," on the other hand, kept her head down, only tightening her grip on the hem of "Lilith's" robe.

“Since negotiations haven’t worked out…” Eleanor sighed regretfully, the smugness and amusement on her face vanishing instantly, replaced by coldness and cruelty: “Then… let’s communicate with our ‘bodies.’ Capture them! Be careful not to damage these ‘superior vessels’!”

"roar--!"

As soon as the order was given, the orcs, who could no longer contain themselves, roared and charged forward, brandishing their weapons! At the same time, the female knights on the rocks spread out like ghosts. Some of them drew their bows and nocked arrows from their high positions, while others held swords and shields, forming a tight formation and slowly pressing in from the flanks, blocking all possible escape routes!

"Fight!" Renn roared, sweeping his greatsword across the battlefield, deflecting the first few crude battle axes that charged at him! The sword light flashed like a rainbow, carrying his long-suppressed rage, instantly cleaving two orcs to the ground!

Cecilia moved with the speed of the wind, nimbly weaving through the gaps in the orcish ranks. Her short sword flashed with deadly light, precisely piercing the weak points of her enemies' armor or slicing their throats. Her throwing knives were equally unerring, each strike sending an orc clutching his neck and collapsing to the ground.

Lilith, feigning panic, hid behind Renn and Cecilia, her hands radiating soft holy light as she occasionally cast "Quick Heal" or "Minor Wound Heal" on Renn or Cecilia. Her spells appeared devout and effective, providing excellent support for the battle ahead.

But only she knew that beneath those seemingly harmless healing auras, she was silently casting vicious negative spells, mixed with the guise of "purification" or "protection," onto the blood-soaked Renn!

When Renn felt his movements become slightly sluggish, "Lilith" immediately cried out anxiously, "Renn, be careful! Her dark magic! There's a slowing curse! I... I'm trying my best to dispel it!" Immediately, a "holy light purification" fell on Renn, dispelling the most superficial negative status, but cleverly preserving and reinforcing the deeper "power weakening" and "slow reaction".

When Renn felt that the power of his sword swing seemed to be weaker than usual, "Lilith" would exclaim again: "It's a weakening spell! She's draining your strength! Hold on! I'll use Holy Light Shield to help you block some of it!" A thin shield of light appeared beside Renn, blocking a harmless attack from an orc, but it made the invisible fatigue in Renn's body even heavier.

"Melu's" approach was even more "direct" and "clumsy." She waved her small staff, muttering halting incantations, sending several small fireballs or ice spikes flying towards the orcs. Occasionally, she'd knock down one or two unlucky souls, but most were blocked by the orcs' rough armor or the female knights' shields. Soon, she was "panting" as she retreated, her face "pale," crying to Renn, "Ren, Renn! I can't go on! My magic is almost gone!"

While hacking away, Raine shouted without turning his head, "Melu! Save your mana! When that female leader shows an opening, give her a good blow!" He wanted Melu to use her last bit of power to help him severely injure the enemy leader.

"Melu" lowered her head, a coldness and cruelty flashing in her amethyst eyes that seemed completely out of place with her age and "weariness." She whispered, "...Understood." A barely perceptible, destructive magical power subtly gathered between her fingers, its target locked on...Ren's back, where he was fighting fiercely at the front. She was waiting, waiting for the "best" moment when Renn was weakened to the **** by "Lilith's" debuff, or when he was worn down to his last gasp by the orcs and the female knight.

In an instant, the riverbank was filled with shouts of battle, the glint of swords, and flashes of magic. Orc corpses fell continuously, but more orcs surged forward, while the female knights, like the most patient spiders, laid a tight net, slowly but surely tightening the encirclement. The only ones truly bearing the brunt of the pressure on the front lines were Renn, wielding his greatsword but increasingly feeling his strength waning and his movements becoming sluggish, and Cecilia, struggling to hold on with her agility and precision, her stamina rapidly dwindling.

Meanwhile, Lilith and Melu skillfully remained on the edge of the battle, one using "Holy Light" to cast a curse, and the other using "exhausted magic" to conceal a deadly sneak attack in the making. The sun sank completely below the horizon, twilight descended, and the shadows on the river bend battlefield grew thicker, like the gaping maw of a predator.

——————

The battle on the riverbank quickly turned into a one-sided massacre. Although Renn's movements were slightly slower and his sword-wielding power was not at its peak, the massive two-handed sword in his hands was still like the scythe of ****. Each sweep brought a storm of blood; each slash sent at least one or even two orcs falling with a howl. The rough orc leather armor and rudimentary weapons were like paper before absolute power and superb swordsmanship.

The bard Cecilia took her agility, precision, and ruthlessness to the ****. Like a butterfly flitting among flowers, she moved nimbly among the orcs' bulky, clumsy limbs, her short sword thrusting with deadly accuracy, striking vital points like the eyes, throat, and armpits. Her throwing knives were even more unpredictable, often flying from unseen angles to claim the lives of orcs preparing to ambush from afar. Her fiery red, sensual clothing, now stained with the blood and dust of her enemies, only added to her dangerous, wild beauty. The orc minions were like moving wooden stakes before her.

As the orc cannon fodder fell like wheat being harvested, the encirclement not only failed to shrink, but instead created a gap due to the fierce advance of the hero squad (mainly Renn and Cecilia). A hint of gloom and anger flashed in the eyes of "Eleanor," the orc shaman who stood high on the rock.

(Damn it... this hero... is even more troublesome than expected. The negative spells have limited effect, but his own strength... is simply monstrous!)

"Useless trash! Get out of the way!" she shouted coldly, her voice not loud, but it clearly echoed across the battlefield.

The remaining orcs, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, retreated like a tide to the edges of the withered forest on both sides, filled with fear and awe, completely clearing out the riverbank in the middle.

"Sisters," Eleanor slowly drew her knight's longsword from her waist, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light in the twilight, her gaze fixed on Renn below, "Go and show our 'honored guests'... what true 'hospitality' really is."

The female knights behind her responded in unison, but their eyes did not show the tension of facing a powerful enemy. Instead, they gleamed with a strange light that was eager to try, mixed with the excitement of hunting and the sparks of lust.

Dozens of female knights, clad in black armor and black stockings, wielding swords and shields or spears, moved with synchronized and light steps, like a pack of wolves silently approaching in the night, slowly surrounding Renn and Cecilia. Their aura was completely different from the orcs before them; silent, menacing, and their movements fluid and powerful, clearly those of well-trained elites.

But when their gazes swept over Renn's handsome yet resolute face, stained with blood, over his muscular chest heaving with the effects of battle, and over Cecilia's curvaceous figure, soaked in blood and sweat, a nauseating frivolity and amusement quietly permeated the air of menace. Several of the female knights at the forefront even deliberately adjusted their pace, making their long, shapely legs, tightly bound in black stockings, stand out even more as they moved, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on their lips, like a prostitute flirting with a client. This wasn't a battlefield; in their eyes, it was more like a game of "flirting" before "capturing the prey."

However, this flippancy was soon crushed by cruel reality.

The first to confront Renn were three female knights advancing in a triangular formation. Their coordination was impeccable; one raised her shield to parry, while the other two flanked him with deadly, cunning sword strikes aimed directly at Renn's vitals!

Renn's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced! The greatsword, accompanied by a muffled whistling sound, moved like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, striking first despite being behind!

"clang!"

The greatsword clashed with the knight's shield with a deafening roar! The female knight holding the shield felt an overwhelming ****, as if she had been struck head-on by a charging bull. She groaned, her arm throbbing with pain, and a deep crack was cleaved into her sturdy shield. She and her shield were thrown back, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud. The lining of her breastplate seemed to be tearing.

The other two female knights' swords had already arrived! But it was as if Rein had eyes in the back of his head; the trajectory of his greatsword's rotation was exquisite, and with a side slap, he struck the spine of the incoming sword with two "slap" sounds, as precise as swatting flies! The two women felt their hands crack, their swords almost slipping from their grasp, and the immense **** made their arms numb and their bodies unsteady.

In just one exchange, three elite female knights were killed, one wounded and two **** to retreat!

Meanwhile, Cecilia was also surrounded by five female knights. These knights clearly knew of her agility; their shields and longswords worked in perfect unison, forcing her to retreat repeatedly, putting her in grave danger. But Cecilia's combat experience was immense. Utilizing the rocks and terrain of the riverbank, she moved like a ghost, her short sword and throwing knives always finding openings in the enemy formation at the last second, slicing through their armor and leaving bloody marks. Although she couldn't defeat them with a single blow like Renn, she fought with considerable skill, keeping her opponents constantly on their toes.

Captain Eleanor's expression finally changed. She realized that Renn's strength far exceeded her expectations. Those female knights might be able to hold off or even defeat Cecilia, but against Renn, they were like lambs to the slaughter! She could no longer stand by and watch!

"Get out of my way! I'll take care of him!" she shouted, her toes barely touching the rock as she leaped into the air like a purple-black owl spreading its wings, swooping down on Renn! The knight's longsword in her hand transformed into a cold streak of light, aimed straight for Renn's throat!

This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless! It was filled with the exquisite swordsmanship that the female knight had honed over many years, imprinted deep in her muscle memory!

Raine's pupils contracted slightly as he sensed a real threat! He let out a low growl, gripped his greatsword tightly with both hands, and instead of dodging, he met the attack head-on. The greatsword, carrying the **** to split mountains and shatter rocks, slashed upwards towards "Eleanor's" waist and abdomen!

"clang--!!!"

Sparks flew! The ear-piercing clang of metal on metal shook the entire arena!

Eleanor felt an unimaginable **** coming from the sword, making her arm numb and her tiger's mouth split open and bleed! Using the ****, she nimbly flipped in the air and landed several meters away. When she landed, she staggered and almost lost her balance. Her chest heaved violently, and for the first time, a look of horror appeared in her eyes!

(This power... how is this possible?! This body's strength far surpasses that of an ordinary human woman, and combined with my combat experience... I can't even withstand it?!)

Renn was also jolted back a step, the recoil from the greatsword making his arm go numb, but his fighting spirit burned even brighter! This opponent was far stronger than the previous weaklings!

The two clashed again! Renn's swordplay was wide and sweeping, each strike carrying immense weight, forcing "Eleanor" to rely solely on her superior agility and exquisite swordsmanship to maneuver, parry, and deflect the ****, unable to withstand a direct confrontation. She was like a small boat in a storm; though her swordsmanship was superb and her experience seasoned, she could only struggle to hold on against Renn's absolute strength and ferocity, constantly facing peril.

(No…this will definitely lead to defeat! Even…****!) A strong sense of crisis and a hint of unbelievable panic surged within Eleanor. She had originally thought that with the knight commander's powerful physique and the old shaman's spiritual wisdom, they would be able to crush this small team, but she never expected the hero's strength to be so heaven-defying!

(That's the only option...) She hardened her heart, her gaze secretly sweeping towards the edge of the battlefield, where "Lilith" was hiding in the back, "panicked" but quietly casting "negative" spells.

At the same time, Lilith noticed that the guild leader was struggling, and a hint of anxiety and determination flashed in her eyes. The plan had to be moved up! While continuing to use "Holy Light" to apply debuffs to Raine, she subtly moved a few steps to the side, hiding her figure behind the shadow of a half-person-high reef, with her back to the chaotic battlefield.

There, a petite figure in a grey cloak blending seamlessly into the surroundings had been waiting for some time. A corner of the cloak's hood was lifted, revealing the pale, serene face of a bespectacled young girl—the body of the priestess "Lia," possessed by the orc shaman's soul. In her hands, she held a bone disc far more complex and ancient than the one used in the inn, radiating unsettling spiritual energy. At the center of the disc, instead of a murky crystal, was a dark red, heart-shaped object that pulsated slowly, as if alive, its surface covered with twisted veins.

Their eyes met, and without a word, they instantly reached a consensus.

Lilith nodded, quickly taking out a small glass bottle containing fresh blood (from herself) from her bosom, and dripping a few drops onto the bone disc in Leah's hand. The dark red "heart" on the disc suddenly beat, emitting an even stronger bloody and ominous aura.

"Lia" closed her eyes, her lips moving silently as she began chanting an ancient and difficult incantation. The dark red veins on the bone disc, like living things, began to writhe and glow, and an invisible, immense suction **** targeting the soul locked onto its target—none other than the hero Renn, who was currently engaged in a fierce battle with Captain "Eleanor," having expended considerable physical and mental energy, and further burdened by multiple layers of negative status effects secretly added by "Lilith"! Not far behind him, "Meru," who was "exhausted of magic," had already gathered destructive arcane energy in her hands, enough to pierce through steel, and was coldly waiting for the optimal angle to launch it.

However, just as the deadly soul-swapping spell was about to be completed and about to shoot across space towards Renn at the critical moment—

Cecilia, who had been holding back her strength and constantly keeping a close eye on her two "teammates" behind her, suddenly erupted!

She endured the glancing blow from a female knight's lance, her body spinning like a top. With a flick of her wrist, three throwing knives coated with potent paralyzing poison shot out in a triangular formation, forcing back the female knights who were attacking her! Seizing this fleeting opening, she suddenly exerted **** with her feet, transforming into a red afterimage. With **** speed, like a moth drawn to a flame, she precisely and decisively blocked the invisible soul-pulling **** between herself and Renn!

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

A dark red beam of soul energy, almost invisible to the naked eye, struck Cecilia between the eyebrows like the forked tongue of a viper!

"Cecilia—!!!"

Renn, his eyes blazing with fury, let out a heart-wrenching roar! He watched helplessly as the bard, who always masked her concern with sarcasm and languor at crucial moments, always keenly sensed something amiss, and always displayed the wisdom hidden beneath her fiery exterior, suddenly stiffened, her face contorted in **** pain and bewilderment. Then, a wisp of dark green soul mist, imbued with a strong orcish shamanic aura, was forcibly ripped from her brow like the most incongruous paint. At the same time, a brighter aura of Cecilia's soul, vibrating with the rhythm of a lute string, also detached from her body and instantly disappeared into the disc in the hand of the "Lia" priest opposite her!

The exchange is complete.

But it wasn't the planned hero and shaman, but the bard Cecilia and the orc shaman who possessed the body of the priestess Cecilia!

Cecilia's body swayed, her eyes instantly becoming dull and confused, carrying a trace of the old shaman's vicissitudes and evil, which was then overwhelmed by the pain and resentment of the bard that originally belonged to "Lia's" body—no, it was two completely different souls violently clashing and vying for control of this body! The short sword in her hand clattered to the ground.

The priestess "Lia" abruptly opened her eyes, her previous composure and scholarly air gone, replaced by a mixture of astonishment, frustration, and... a sharp light unique to Cecilia, one that refused to be extinguished even in dire straits! She looked down at the bone disc in her hand, then at her own body opposite her, teetering on the brink of collapse amidst a soul-wrenching conflict, and...

The man who went completely berserk after witnessing his best friend being "murdered"!

Raine's eyes instantly turned blood red!

**** rage completely overwhelmed his shyness and nervousness towards women! An aura like that of a dormant volcano erupting surged from him! The surrounding air seemed to freeze and thicken! All the female knights who were fighting, including the captain of the "Eleanor" guild who was locked in combat with him, felt their hearts suddenly clench, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand!

"You...you deserve to die!!!"

The roar was like a thunderclap! For the first time, the greatsword in Renn's hand shone with a dazzling golden light, the true power of a warrior in his bloodline, which erupted under the **** stimulation of his emotions!

He no longer holds back any power!

A flash of sword light!

It was faster than anyone could visually capture!

Captain Eleanor only had time to hold her longsword horizontally in front of her before she felt an indescribable, destructive **** strike the blade!

"Snap!"

The knight's longsword, forged from fine steel, shattered into pieces as easily as fragile glass!

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming **** slammed into her chest and abdomen!

"puff--!"

She coughed up a mouthful of blood, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a rock with a dull thud, before slumping to the ground, ****! Her breastplate was deeply dented, several ribs were broken, and the blood from her mouth stained her black uniform.

At the same time, "Meru"—the replaced loli mage who had been waiting for her chance—finally stopped hiding. A fierce glint flashed in her eyes, and taking advantage of the extremely brief moment of vulnerability when Renn killed the guild leader in his rage, she unleashed the compressed arcane energy she had been gathering for so long—enough to vaporize steel—like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, and slammed it fiercely into Renn's back!

However, in his enraged state, Renn's perception and reaction speed had also reached an inhuman level! He didn't even turn around, but simply swung his greatsword backward with a backhand motion!

There was no aiming; it was driven solely by a fighting instinct and an intuition fueled by anger!

"BOOM—!!!"

The compressed arcane energy clashed violently with the blade of the greatsword, which was infused with the power of a golden warrior!

A burst of light and heat, ten times more intense than the previous wall explosion, erupted instantly! The blinding light temporarily blinded everyone, and a violent shockwave exploded outwards in a ring shape!

Renn's body swayed slightly, and golden light flowed on the greatsword, actually blocking, neutralizing, and even reflecting back the terrifying arcane impact!

The ones who truly suffer are the remaining female knights who were originally around "Meru," waiting for a signal to swarm in and completely subdue or "share" the hero!

They were too close to the epicenter of the explosion!

"Aaaaaah—!!"

Screams rose and fell! More than ten elite female knights were violently thrown back by the combined shockwave of the out-of-control arcane energy and the power of the warrior! Their sturdy black armor twisted and deformed under the violent energy, and their fragile stockings and skin were burned and torn! Like leaves swept away by a gale, they were thrown into pieces, and for a moment they lost their fighting ability, leaving only painful groans.

The entire riverbank battlefield fell into an eerie silence and chaos due to this sudden and earth-shattering event and the irrational rampage of the hero, Raine.

Only the figure in the center, wielding a golden greatsword, his eyes bloodshot, standing like a war god, remained. Before him were the **** captain, the female knight wailing on the ground, the "Cecilia"/shaman hybrid caught in a soul conflict and temporarily incapacitated, and... behind the distant reef, "Lilith," her face pale, her eyes showing terror and disbelief for the first time, and "Meru," whose sneak attack had failed and who was bent over in pain from the backlash of immense magic, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

——————

On the riverbank, where deathly silence and chaos filled the air, the first to recover from the shocking turn of events was not Rein, panting like a wounded lion, his bloodshot eyes scanning his surroundings, his greatsword still gleaming with a low golden light; nor was it "Lilith," pale-faced behind a distant reef, trying to steady herself against the edge of the rubble; nor was it "Meru," bent over in pain from the backlash of magic, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

It was "Lia"—more precisely, the being currently occupying the pale, quiet, bespectacled priestess's body, but whose soul belonged to the bard Cecilia. She had just experienced a ****, brutal soul displacement; the five senses of her new body were still adjusting to the intense conflict, and the wicked whispers of the old shaman when his soul was extracted and the blush-inducing, sensitive fragments of memories left behind after this body had been manipulated and trained for a long time still lingered in her mind.

But this did not hinder her reaction speed, which was honed through countless brushes with **** and was several times faster than that of ordinary people.

Almost instinctively, the moment Raine suddenly stunned the captain and the arcane shockwave swept across the enemy ranks, she locked her gaze on the most crucial figure, the one most likely to escape in the chaos—"Lilith"!

As the white figure quietly retreated, attempting to slip into the deadwood forest under the cover of chaos and rocks, a cold glint flashed in Lydia's (Cecilia's) eyes. Ignoring the entanglement of old and new memories in her mind and the ubiquitous, irritating soreness and sensitivity in her body, she took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the remaining instinctive reactions of Lydia's body that were trembling slightly due to fear or pleasure.

She moved!

Her movements were far less agile and swift than a bard's, and she even appeared somewhat unsteady due to her initial control of the new body and her weakened stamina. However, her goal was clear and her will was firm! She ripped off the cumbersome gray cloak, revealing the disheveled attire beneath, already "developed" by the shaman's soul, with the hem of her white priest's robe even stained with some unknown dirt. She stumbled but pounced on "Lilith" with extraordinary speed!

"Trying to run?!"

To Lilith's astonishment, Leah used all her strength to slam her down onto the cold, rocky riverbank! The two women, dressed in white robes, wrestled, their clothes disheveled, their breaths ragged. But Lilith, having just undergone a spell and a series of shocks, was already exhausted from the pretense and the orgasm. Now, even more stunned by Rein's rampage, she was momentarily overwhelmed by this seemingly weak yet incredibly powerful "priest"!

"Lia" straddled "Lilith," her hands gripping the other's wrists tightly, her knees pressing against Lilith's waist, panting heavily. Through her glasses, Cecilia's sharp eyes burned with cold fury and penetrating scrutiny, staring intently at the face of "Lilith" beneath her, a woman she had spent every day with, yet now so unfamiliar.

“Speak!” Her voice was hoarse from heavy breathing and suppressed rage, yet every word was clear, like an icicle. “Who are you?! What is all this about?! What did you do to Lilith, to Melu, to Cecilia…?! What was that damned spell?!”

Lilith—the orc soul cloaked in a priest's shell—flashed a look of panic and struggle. She tried to twist her body, but her strength was exhausted, her magic depleted, and she was completely suppressed. Seeing the orcs in the distance crumbling, the female knights either dead or wounded, and the commander ****, the situation was hopeless. Despair and despondency instantly enveloped her.

"Heh...hehe..." She suddenly let out a few strange, hoarse laughs with orcish characteristics. "Want to know? Sure..."

Her gaze shifted to something strange, sweeping over "Lia's" chest, which heaved violently from the fight, revealing glimpses of fair skin and delicate collarbones beneath her disheveled robes, before settling on her own white-stockinged legs, pressed against the rubble and equally covered in dust and grime. A near-manic smile, tinged with final malice and a touch of smugness, curved her lips into a smile.

“See this body? And your own… that little one over there… and all the fallen ‘sisters’…” She licked her dry, dusty lips, her voice low, with a seductive and wicked tone, “Want to know the truth? It’s simple… Don’t use brute ****, use ‘here’…” She twisted her waist with difficulty, the implication clear.

“…feel it, use it…just like we treat it,” her eyes glazed over for a moment, “let your own new body, or…let this ‘toy’ that now belongs to me, reach that…out-of-body, blissful climax…and then…you will naturally ‘understand’.”

These shocking, blasphemous, and suggestive words caused "Lia's" (Cecilia's) pupils to shrink sharply. She recalled the chaotic fragments of memories that flooded her mind during the exchange—memories belonging to Lydia but defiled by the shaman—and the strange, shameful electric currents that had surged through her body during the fall, even from just her wrist being pricked by a pebble and the friction against her chest…

(Could it be that... the so-called 'exchange'... is related to this... physical 'state'?!) An extremely disgusting conjecture that seemed to explain everything grew wildly in her mind.

She stared intently at Lilith's face, which was filled with malice and mockery. Then she glanced at Rein, who was looking over with concern in the distance (the anxiety and worry in his eyes warmed her heart, but also strengthened her resolve). Finally, her gaze swept over the groaning female knights on the ground, the **** captain, and "Meru," who was not far away with equally confused eyes and seemed to want to take advantage of the situation...

(We must know the truth! We must know how to undo this!)

An almost self-destructive decision took shape in her mind.

She took a deep breath and released her grip on "Lilith," but not completely let go. Instead, she quickly tore several relatively clean strips of cloth from the lining of her (Lia's) priest's robe and, using the bard's method of binding prey, quickly bound "Lilith's" wrists and ankles tightly, tying them into a sailor's knot to ensure she couldn't escape for a while.

Then she stood up and staggered towards a relatively flat spot in the shadow of a nearby reef, away from the river and the bloodstains of the battle. She glanced at Renn, signaling him to calm down and keep an eye on the others. Renn, though puzzled, nodded trustingly, drawing his sword and standing guard vigilantly to the side, his eyes scanning the battlefield.

Leah (Cecilia) leaned against the cold reef and slowly sat down. She took off her glasses, which had become askew from the fight, and casually placed them aside. Without the lenses, Leah's once calm and gentle brown eyes were now filled with Cecilia's resolute determination and an almost tragic sense of self-sacrifice.

She closed her eyes and began to recall the fragmented images and feelings that flooded her mind of Leah's body being played with—how rough fingers kneaded her nipples, how cold instruments scraped her clitoris, how warm tongues licked the stockings on her inner thighs… and the irresistible, overwhelming, soul-shaking ecstasy that accompanied all of this.

Then, trembling, she reached out her hands—hands belonging to "Leah," smaller and more delicate than her own, with paler skin and distinct knuckles.

She wasn't as brutal as the orcs, but rather displayed a cautious focus and restraint, as if she were exploring some dangerous magical artifact.

His fingers first touched his chest—through the white priest's robe lining, which had long been loose and messy from the shaman's work and stained with various stains, his fingertips gently and tentatively pressed on the slightly hard protrusion on the left side.

"Ugh...!"

The mere contact through the thin fabric sent a powerful, unimaginable tingling sensation through me! It was as if the nipple wasn't the nipple itself, but the master switch connecting all the sensitive nerves in my body! The tiny bud beneath my fingertips quickly hardened and swelled, and I could even clearly feel the tiny bumps around the areola bulging up instantly!

(Just how far has this body been trained?!) Cecilia was horrified, but her movements didn't stop. She bit her lower lip, and her fingers began to clumsily and forcefully rub and grind that sensitive nipple. The rough fabric rubbed against her delicate skin, bringing a stimulation that mixed with slight pain and **** pleasure.

Her other hand slowly moved down her flat stomach. She could feel the body beneath her trembling, not from the cold, but from an almost instinctive, hungry anticipation of being violated. Her fingers finally reached between her legs—there, the white priest's robe clung tightly to the wet, sticky white stockings already soaked with bodily fluids, outlining the full mons pubis and the deep crevice.

Through the already soaked and darkened fabric of the stockings, her fingertips gently pressed against the most sensitive and swollen clitoris.

"Haaah—!!!"

This time, she couldn't hold back, and a sharp, sweet gasp escaped her lips! A current of pleasure ten or a hundred times stronger than playing with her nipples surged through her entire body like a high-voltage electric shock! The tiny fleshy nipples throbbed and swelled violently under her fingertips, as if they had come to life! Just the pressure through her soaked stockings made her waist go weak, her back arch, and the muscles on the inside of her thighs spasm uncontrollably!

What shamed her even more was that she could clearly feel a warm, substantial amount of love fluid gushing out uncontrollably from the depths of her flower cave, instantly soaking the already wet crotch of her stockings, and even flowing down her thighs, wetting the surface of the rocks beneath her buttocks!

(Damn it… how could it be… so fast… so… intense…) Her consciousness began to waver, overwhelmed by the body’s exaggerated sensitivity and torrent of pleasure. But the bard’s indomitable willpower held her up. Not content with stimulation through clothing, her trembling fingers tore through the already worn, slippery stockings (the shaman had ruined them anyway), and plunged her fingertips unimpeded into the entrance of that muddy, warm, constantly contracting and writhing soft flower!

"Ughhhhhhh!!!!"

When the rough fingertips scraped directly across that tender, moist, and sensitively wrinkled flesh, Cecilia's soul felt as if it were being overwhelmed and torn apart by this ****, unfamiliar, yet wickedly alluring pleasure! She could no longer maintain her sitting position, and her whole body leaned back onto the reef, her legs wide open. With her last bit of strength, she used two fingers to quickly and forcefully thrust in and out of that tight, slippery passage, digging and searching for the most sensitive spot in her memory that could completely break her (or rather, could break any female)!

"No...I'm going to die...I'm going to...Aaaaaah—!!!"

With a scream that sounded like both a cry and a release, an unprecedented, violent climax finally exploded in the deepest part of this overdeveloped body! A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out as if she had lost control of her bladder, soaking her fingers, palms, lower abdomen, and even her thighs and the rocks!

In the instant when her body and soul were simultaneously thrown into the sky by this ultimate pleasure and her consciousness fell into a blank, countless fragmented memories and streams of information, like a flood bursting its banks, surged out from the deepest resonance between her soul and body brought about by the climax, and brutally poured into Cecilia's consciousness!

—Ancient, tribal shamanic soul magic diagrams…

—The principle of using the “trembling” and “openness” of the soul during female orgasm as the anchor point for exchange…

—How to prepare the “container,” how to induce, how to **** “connection” and “coverage”…

—And…how to reverse the process, using a specific frequency and medium, also during the “trembling” of orgasm, to “strip” and “reposition” the misplaced soul!

Of course, there are also countless dark and twisted fragments of details about the entire plan, belonging to Leah personally and in the shaman's memories...

As the afterglow of the climax slowly receded like the tide, Cecilia—or rather, at this moment she was both Cecilia and passively accepted parts of Lydia and the shaman's memories—slowly opened her eyes. In her brown eyes, the tears of weariness, shame, and physical pain had not yet dried, but a calm, sharp, and knowing light had already rekindled.

She knew. She knew everything. She knew how to end it all.

She struggled to sit up, ignoring the muddy mess on her lower body and chest, and the lingering emptiness deep within her. She picked up her glasses and put them on, straightened her tattered priest's robe (which barely covered her vital parts), and walked unsteadily toward Renn with unwavering determination in her eyes.

“Raine,” her voice was still a little hoarse, but unusually clear, “I need your help, and… some time. I know how to turn them… Lilith, Melu, Cecilia… and these ‘knights’ back to normal.”

She looked at the hopeful look in Ryan's eyes, then at the bound, ****, and helpless "prey" on the ground, and took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of blood and the dampness of the riverbank.

(This nightmare... should end.)

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With the assistance of the hero Renn, "Lia" (Cecilia), dragging her weary and sensitive body, first firmly restrained the bound "Lilith" (Beast Soul Priest) and "Meru" (Beast Soul Mage), whose ambush had failed and whose magic had backfired. Next, they checked on the **** female knight commander "Eleanor" and the female knights who had been severely injured and groaning from the arcane shockwave. Fortunately, Renn's furious attack and the arcane explosion, though seemingly ferocious, had been restrained (instinctively not intended to kill), while the latter's main damage was absorbed by Renn and the greatsword. The female knights mostly suffered impact injuries, burns, and fractures; none died.

"Lia" (Cecilia) suppressed the nauseatingly soft and slippery sensations emanating from her body due to the intense movements and the afterglow of orgasm, and briefly explained the situation to Renn based on the information she had gleaned from the shaman's memories. She omitted many embarrassing details, only stating that it was an evil soul-swapping spell, its occurrence and reversal were related to a "specific physical state," and that she had just obtained the method to reverse it through a "**** experience."

Raine listened with a furrowed brow and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. His eyes held anger at his companion's fate, concern for Cecilia's (even though she was now inside Lydia's body) risking her life, but above all, a firm conviction that he had found a solution.

"What should we do?" he asked in a deep voice.

“We need to go to the place where they imprisoned the ‘original owners’,” “Lia” said in a hoarse voice, pointing deep into the deadwood forest. “The shaman’s memories show that the depths of the nearby abandoned mine have been transformed into a temporary ‘cage’ and… ‘adaptation zone’. Lilith and Melu’s ‘original bodies’ (orcs) should also have been sent there, and the ‘original bodies’ souls of the other replaced female knights are most likely imprisoned in some of the still ‘living’ orc containers there.”

Without delay, the two took the main prisoners ("Lilith" and "Melu") and left a few female knights with minor injuries and simple bindings in place (guarded by a makeshift trap made of vines and stones by Renn), and quickly headed in the direction they remembered.

Passing through a gloomy, twisted forest of dead trees, and behind an extremely hidden crevice in a mountain hollow, they found the entrance to the abandoned mine. The cave was dark and damp, filled with the smells of rust, mold, and... a faint, pungent stench of sourness and blood that permeated the air of a large population (orcs).

Deep within the cave, several interconnected spaces had been roughly carved out. The largest one resembled a beast pen, with damp straw on the floor. A dozen or so orc bodies, their eyes vacant and their muscles bulging but clearly lifeless, were chained together with thick iron chains—these were the original containers of those who had been replaced, their souls either falling into slumber or experiencing rejection reactions, including the one that had belonged to Melu before.

The smaller cubicles next to it were furnished more "refinedly," with simple stone beds, sinks, and even some scattered, bloodstained "training" tools and fragments of torn women's clothing. There were also erotic graffiti scribbles on the walls. This was clearly the so-called "adaptation zone," a place where the orc souls "familiarized themselves" with and "enjoyed" their new bodies.

In the corner, there was an area enclosed by a wooden fence, where several young women, looking terrified and trembling, dressed in tattered adventurer or town dweller clothes, were imprisoned—they were "backup containers" who had been captured earlier but had not yet been replaced, or whose replacements had failed.

When Raine saw this, his eyes almost spit fire, and the veins on his hand gripping the greatsword bulged.

"Lia" (Cecilia) suppressed her nausea and anger and began to prepare according to the method she remembered. She did not have the special ritual props of a shaman, but the core principle was to use strong, specific frequency sensory stimulation (especially sexual orgasm) to induce a "resonance tremor" between the soul and body. At that moment, the "link" between the soul and body was the weakest and most distorted, and it could be "corrected" through external soul energy with specific "marks" (such as the fighting spirit of a hero full of positive life ****, or through her own guidance as a "medium").

The process was arduous and...awkward.

For each of the replacements who needed to be brought back ("Lilith", "Melu", the comatose captain, and those female knights who were still conscious), Cecilia (in Lia's body) had to first try to guide their bodies into that "state"—sometimes through verbal stimulation and memory inducement (for the captain and female knights with stronger mental strength), and sometimes she had to resort to some... physical means (for the two beast soul captives, and some beast souls who were addicted to the pleasure of their new bodies and resisted returning).

Raine was responsible for guarding against and suppressing any possible resistance (most of the beast souls had already collapsed in morale after witnessing the captain being instantly killed and the plan being exposed), and when Cecilia (Lia's body) gave the signal, he carefully poured his golden battle aura into the designated location as an anchor point for "correction" and "traction".

Each successful "reversal ritual" is accompanied by a sharp, climaxing scream that is a mixture of pain, relief, or bewilderment, and the bizarre sight of two different colored wisps of soul light flying out from the two bodies.

First came "Lilith." When the real Lilith's pure soul, glowing with the soft light of dawn, returned to her white-silk priestess body, while the orc soul wailed as it was stuffed back into the chained, dazed orc body, Lilith abruptly opened her emerald eyes. At first, she was bewildered, then memories flooded back, and tears welled up instantly. Filled with lingering fear and gratitude, she looked at Renn and "Lia" (Cecilia), tightly embracing her regained body and trembling.

Next was "Meru". The little mage's soul returned to her petite body wrapped in black silk, her large purple eyes instantly filled with tears, and she threw herself into Lilith's arms and cried loudly, while the orc soul was stuffed back into a relatively "petite" orc body (a "fitting vessel" specially made by the shaman).

Then came the female knight commander, "Eleanor." When the true Eleanor's resolute yet slightly bewildered soul returned, she looked at her shattered breastplate and weakened body, then at the ravaged cave and her female knight subordinates, who were gradually awakening after being switched and were equally terrified. Her face turned ashen, her eyes filled with shame and burning rage. She struggled to give a solemn knightly salute to Renn and "Lia" (Cecilia), her voice hoarse but firm: "Great kindness needs no thanks... This humiliation, I and the Silverthorn Knights will repay those filthy beasts a hundredfold!"

One by one, the replaced female knights returned to their original forms. Many of them awoke with lingering orcish memories, a sense of unfamiliarity with the female body, and a strange…desire, but even more so, immense shame, fear, and relief. The true Cecilia's soul finally broke free from Lyra's overly sensitive and uncomfortable body, returning to her familiar (though now rather disheveled) red-haired form. Their eyes met, and in each other's eyes, they saw deep weariness, relief, and a complex emotion—an emotion only they themselves understood—about those "unbearable" memories.

Finally, they rescued the few imprisoned backup "container" girls and took custody of the orc bodies that had lost their soul dominance, fallen into a vegetative state, or become demented.

As dawn broke outside the mine, all the known individuals who had been replaced in this area were finally restored to their original state. The injured female knights on the riverbank were also transported back to the vicinity of the mine after receiving simple treatment, awaiting further "reversal" arrangements—some of them needed it, while others were only physically injured, their souls not yet separated from their bodies.

Rein, "Lia" (Cecilia), Lilith, Melu, along with Captain Eleanor, who had begun to regain her mobility, and a few female knights who had recovered, stood outside the mine, gazing at the pale dawn breaking in the east.

A terrifying, bizarre nightmare filled with intrigue, betrayal, desire, and soul magic seems to be finally coming to an end.

However, “Lia”—now the real, still somewhat pale but focused priestess Lia—frowned slightly as she sorted through the scattered items and scrolls retrieved from the shaman “Lia”’s body and various parts of the mine. She showed everyone some rough fragments of one-time soul-swapping tools similar to those used before, as well as several hastily written records.

“According to this shaman’s fragmented memories,” Lya’s voice was soft yet tinged with unease, “before they fully controlled Silverthorn Town, in order to ‘cast a wide net’ and ‘test,’ they… or rather, they deliberately allowed a small number of one-time exchange items to flow to other nearby towns, and even… more distant regions, through ‘middlemen’ disguised as merchants. Moreover, not all of the members replaced in the ‘first batch’ were within the scope of our contact this time. There may still be scattered, hidden ‘replacers’ in the town… and in a wider area, or… items scattered elsewhere.”

Captain Eleanor's face darkened: "You mean..."

“This ‘farce’ may only be the tip of the iceberg,” Cecilia interjected, clutching her repaired lute, her fingers unconsciously plucking the strings, her eyes sharp. “Although the core here has been destroyed, and the leader (shaman) has lost his body and most of his power (his soul was severely damaged, and he is almost demented after returning to his beastman body), the seeds have been sown. Those scattered artifacts, those ‘individuals’ that may have been successfully replaced or hidden… are like seeds of plague, and we don’t know when or where they will erupt again.”

Silence fell upon the crowd. The morning breeze rustled through the withered trees, making a mournful sound, as if foreshadowing that the unknown shadows had not completely dissipated.

Raine gripped his sword tightly, his gaze sweeping over his weary yet determined companions before finally looking up at the gradually brightening sky in the distance. He said in a deep voice, "No matter how many there are... no matter where they are... as long as they dare to come out and harm people again, we, 'Dawn of Light,' will definitely drag them out again and wipe them out completely!"

The sunlight finally pierced the horizon, shining on the riverbanks and mines that had endured so much suffering, illuminating the faces of the warriors, faces covered in dust and blood, yet radiating renewed hope and determination.

The story of Volume Two, after revealing part of the truth, rescuing his companions, and destroying the core of the conspiracy in the area, comes to a temporary close.

But the undercurrents in the wider world, the scattered evil artifacts, and the scattered "replacers" that may be lurking in the shadows, are like icebergs beneath the surface, quietly casting long, ominous shadows, waiting to be illuminated by the light of the hero again, or... silently growing in corners unknown to anyone.

(End of Volume 2)