"Tsk, tsk. An army of 450,000, and it collapsed so easily."
In the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Yan Lingji sat on the throne, leaning back slightly against Na'er beside her.
Their pale, voluptuous bodies were wrapped in coils of black tentacles, their slender waists twisting incessantly.
"Master, what a bountiful harvest this time." Yan Lingji thrust herself down hard, her eyes rolling back as she let out a delicate moan.
"With a setup like this, the allied army infiltrated until it was riddled with holes. If you still couldn't easily take down those 450,000 troops, I'd have to wonder whether you're a completely useless empress."
As soon as the words left her mouth, a tentacle lashed hard across Yan Lingji's pert rear, and her nine fox tails burst open.
"Master~" Yan Lingji wrapped her arms around a tentacle and kissed it several times, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"Brother... Brother, I can't take it anymore, I can't..."
Na'er clung to Yan Lingji nearby, her body trembling nonstop.
Yan Lingji chuckled and pinched Na'er's cheek playfully, then shoved a tentacle straight into her mouth.
"Mm... Mm..."
At the same time, the palace doors swung open.
Several graceful figures entered: Xue Nu, Xiao Meng, and Chao Nüyao.
They had finished dealing with matters outside the city and returned ahead of the others.
The 450,000 allied troops had already been routed. Their commander had been captured, and the rest had been subdued.
After finishing the battle, the three returned to the palace, only to find the brightly lit hall filled with—
Yan Lingji, the empress of the age, and Na'er, tightly wrapped in coils of tentacles.
Seeing this, Xue Nu blushed with embarrassment and tried to retreat.
But three tentacles shot out from the throne faster than the eye could follow,
coiling around the three women's slender waists and pulling them toward the throne.
"Xue'er, where do you think you're running?"
Pulled up close, Xue Nu looked at the extremely suggestive scene before her.
Her cheeks flushed crimson as she forcibly turned her face away.
But from the corner of her eye, she saw the tentacles on Xiao Meng already beginning to move.
That cool, ethereal Taoist nun had already begun to fall into depravity.
Chao Nüyao gave a soft laugh. "Master certainly knows how to have fun."
Before the words had left her mouth, a tentacle cracked across her pert rear,
then adjusted the transparency of her purple-black dress until her skin showed through.
"We've already won a great victory tonight. It's time to hold a victory banquet."
Chao Nüyao grabbed a tentacle, the corners of her lips lifting in a seductive smile.
"So are we the main course at Master's victory banquet?"
Over the past dozen days, they had already experienced all kinds of Jiang Ce's Kunoichi training. They'd long since been pierced until they were full of holes like a beehive.
There was no denying it: when it came to women, tentacle monsters had a terrifying advantage.
"Heh heh, that's right. Tonight, you're the main course at the victory banquet."
Chao Nüyao smiled seductively, wrapped her arms around the tentacle, and kissed it twice before getting started.
But soon, they were all set down again.
Yan Lingji and Na'er included, they were arranged in a row in front of the throne, all five standing side by side.
Next, hundreds upon hundreds of tentacles appeared before the throne, thrashing wildly with a frightening air.
Even the tentacles on the hall floor transformed into shoots of bamboo, their tips raised to the sky as if roaring. The whole hall looked like a demon's lair.
"Next comes your big competition. Whoever eats the most tonight will be rewarded by your master."
Yan Lingji and Chao Nüyao's eyes lit up. They immediately stepped toward the tentacles writhing before them.
They crouched on the ground, ready to pick the fresh "black bamboo shoots."
Yan Lingji and Chao Nüyao faced each other, their fingers interlocked as they vied against one another.
One was a fox spirit who believed she was her master's favorite;
the other was a seductress too, eager to win her master's affection.
Next morning, the main hall of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
Morning light streamed through the tall arched windows, casting long, slender beams across the crimson carpet.
The ministers stood in two ranks, civil officials to the east and military officials to the west, in absolute silence.
Yan Lingji sat on the imperial throne, her nine snowy-white fox tails fanning out behind her and her black-and-red gown spread like clouds.
Her peach-blossom eyes drooped slightly, her red lips curled in a faint, inscrutable smile.
She propped her chin on one hand, her fingers tapping the armrest now and then.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
The crisp sound echoed through the vast hall, each tap striking at everyone's heart.
An eerie atmosphere filled the hall.
The ministers had all received the news—the crown prince Xue Ye and Marshal Helger had led an army of 450,000 and were already at the gates.
From among the civil officials, a white-haired old minister stepped forward and bowed with clasped hands.
"Your Majesty, I have received confirmed news. The rebel Xue Ye has allied himself with King Kundera of Barak and Marshal Helger of Heaven Dou. They assembled an army and arrived outside the city last night."
The hall immediately buzzed with murmurs.
"Four hundred and fifty thousand..."
"There are only twenty thousand defenders in the city. This..."
"What are we supposed to do?"
From the ranks of the military officials, a middle-aged general strode forward and clasped his fists.
"Your Majesty, though the Heavenly Strategy Army numbers only twenty thousand, they are well-trained and well-equipped. I ask to lead our troops out to meet the enemy. I'll make sure those rebels never return!"
"Absolutely not!" another civil official hurried forward.
"The enemy outnumbers us ten to one. To rush into battle would be no different from an egg smashing against a rock!
"I suggest we hold fast and wait for reinforcements. Heaven Dou City has tall, sturdy walls and ample provisions; we can hold out for months!"
"Reinforcements? From where?" a military official sneered.
"The Four Kingdoms have rebelled, and the Northern Border Legion is among the enemy forces. There are no more reinforcements left to summon anywhere in the Heaven Dou Empire! Hold out? You mean wait to die?"
"You—!"
"Enough!"
Yan Lingji uttered two airy words, and the hall fell silent at once.
Her peach-blossom eyes lifted slightly, sweeping over the ministers. That faint, elusive smile still lingered at the corners of her lips.
Yet beneath the seemingly calm court, some hearts were filled with a very different scene.
At the rear of the military ranks, a burly earl lowered his head, concealing the excitement that flashed in his eyes.
At last, they were here.
An army of 450,000. Crown Prince Xue Ye. Marshal Helger.
That woman—that demoness—would be dragged from power today.
When the city fell, let's see how arrogant she could still be.
The thought had barely formed—
"Smack!"
A loud slap landed hard across his own face.
The earl's eyes widened in disbelief. His hand wouldn't stop.
His left and right hands took turns, "slap, slap, slap," one after another. In no time, his cheeks had swollen.
"I... I didn't mean—Smack!"
He opened his mouth to explain, but another slap cut him off.
Among the civil officials, a marquis in brocade was secretly rejoicing as well.
Crown Prince Xue Ye was here, and Marshal Helger was here. That demoness was probably finished.
Once she was captured, he'd have to ask for her as a reward, then torture her properly...
The thought had barely formed when his hands suddenly clenched into fists against his will and slammed hard into his crotch.
"Thud!"
"Ah—!"
The marquis let out a scream, his face contorting as his legs snapped together and his whole body doubled over like a shrimp.
But his hands wouldn't obey him. They kept pounding his own family jewels, again and again.
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