For three whole months, Solam had been like a diligent bee, flitting from flower to flower across the land of Shendilavri. Today was mature women, tomorrow holy maidens, the day after married women, then an uncensored orgy, then...
In short, nothing repeated from day to day. He indulged in every kind of debauchery.
Malcanthet clearly knew of his arrival, yet not only did she ignore his spreading his seed everywhere, she even proactively provided him with every kind of service. Famous wines and delicacies from every material plane were supplied without interruption at every moment. Beautiful women of all kinds took turns attending him. In short, they were determined to give Solam the perfect experience of being utterly pampered.
They were not worried in the slightest.
In fact, they were quite happy to see Solam sink into this den of pleasure. And they did not treat only Solam this way—Shendilavri opened its arms to every visitor. Here, one would never see the chaos and bloodshed found in other demon territories.
There was only birdsong, fragrant flowers, and scenes that stirred the hormones.
But anyone who truly mistook this place for paradise would be in serious trouble. Succubi loved watching newcomers gradually sink here, until they were completely lost. Once their souls had thoroughly fallen and rotted, and no fresh soul power could be squeezed from them any longer, they would be sent into the depths of the gardens, behind the walls, or into mountain caves for another round of extraction.
This time, however, the extraction would be nothing like the gentle comfort from before. Here, those decayed souls would undergo unimaginable cruelty, torture, and torment, forcing the last traces of pain, fear, hatred, regret, and other negative emotions from their rotten souls to erupt. Only once they had become completely