Blood Emperor Throne

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His thick, strong waist transformed into a stone hammer pounding the honeyed spring, alternately striking the noblewoman's oily, fragrant buttocks covered in translucent silk threads and her snowy, round, honeyed buttocks in suspenders. Each strike stirred up nectar to splash everywhere, eliciting seductive moans and cries of pleasure.

A savage, ferocious beast, with his sword-wielding fingers, took turns violating the soft, oily vulvas and tender, grassy pubic hair of these two alluring noblewomen. The splashing sounds of their vaginal fluids mingled with this lewd symphony. (The following lines are unrelated and appear to be separate, possibly machine-generated text: "You Lin, I'm busy, you Lin are here, are you here?")

Their soft, moist buds, wrapped in sheer, oily stockings, and their tender, peach-like buds hidden between two bright red suspender-clad snow-white buttocks, became the source of the noble ladies' honeyed pleasure for Asmodie, this savage beast. Their waists, like battering rams, almost used their oily, fragrant buttocks and bright red suspender-clad honeyed buttocks as cushions, causing their wavy, seductive buttocks to tremble wildly.

A vibrant and luxurious bright red openwork spaghetti strap high-slit lace dress, and an especially elegant and charming wine-red silk spaghetti strap low-cut dress, were scattered messily on the sofa where Asmodie had been sitting.

The pair of elegant and alluring wine-red crystal high heels, and the pair of elegant and gorgeous bright red crystal high heels, were covered with a thicker and hotter white fluid than before, which was now haphazardly draped over their beautiful and elegant silk-clad feet.

At this high-society dinner, unless Asmodie wanted it, all his wild and savage desires tonight had to be vented on the noble and seductive silk-clad feet of the ladies here, and on their arrogantly hooked crystal high heels.

The wine-red, T-shaped openwork lace, exuding the sweet scent of a noblewoman, and the bright red, inverted triangle-shaped openwork lace with bright red straps, were now not only soaked in sticky nectar but also stained with drops of thick white fluid, scattered messily under the sofa as Asmodie's spoils.

According to the rules of this high-society banquet, once a woman's lace panties beneath her see-through dress are claimed as his spoils, she will serve as his seductive female dog for the remainder of the banquet, at his whim.

Faced with the savage beast Asmody's lewd and depraved scene of violating two noblewomen like female dogs, whether it was the noblewoman in the noblewoman's seductive eyes sweeping over them with peach-colored spring charm, or the gentle, dignified, and charming noblewoman in front of him, these three noblewomen...

They simply held their crystal goblets elegantly, their exquisite crystal heels languidly dangling from their hands. They seemed not to find anything wrong with Asmodie, this savage beast, treating the two noble ladies like female dogs and violating them. They merely glanced at the rough gladiators in the arena with arrogance and contempt.

But among the noble ladies here, Osalia, this elegant and mature beauty, gently bit her plump, tender lips, her light blue eyes, which exuded an elegant spring charm, were filled with a shy and tender feeling.

The air was thick with a sweet, mature fragrance, mixed with wisps of male hormones that made her tender, alluring flesh soften. It was like the most potent aphrodisiac, arousing her already ripe, honeyed, and easily aroused flesh. Her pair of plump, tender, and oily legs couldn't help but feel the fleshy vulva, which was plump, soft, and only had a touch of bright purple triangular lace deeply embedded in it, becoming even more sticky and unbearably hot.

At this moment, the elegant and beautiful Osalia, her face flushed with a captivating blush, leaned against the bar table, her voluptuous and soft body radiating soft breaths. Her heart-shaped, watery eyes, brimming with spring-like charm, gazed at the two noblewomen who were being ravaged by Asmodie's savage beast, their nectar splattering everywhere. Her jade-like hands, clad in bright purple rubber gloves, couldn't help but slide down with a hint of shyness...

With her gentle, light blue eyes, she watched as the fragrant nectar of the two noble ladies was squeezed out and splashed everywhere by the brutal, savage thrusts of this thick, savage lance.

Each time Asmodie landed her firm waist, she could see the two noblewomen's soft, peach-like vulvas hidden under their oil-stockinged pantyhose, and their white, smooth vulvas like nectarines. It was as if a spring full of sticky, ripe nectar was being pounded and filled by this thick, ferocious stone pestle, overflowing with nectar and splashing everywhere.

"Hmm? ~~Eek? ~~"

Osalia leaned against the bar table, her full, soft, and ripe lips emitting hot, sticky breaths that trembled slightly with each breath, turning into a shy, sweet moan.

Her long, oily hair, which could be described as being made of semi-solidified estrogen and liposuction, was styled like a bunny girl, which was arranged high up to be enjoyed by guests.

With a shy, blushing expression, she used her gloved fingertips to part the high-slit bunny girl leather jacket, exposing her ripe, tender, oily vulva, which was already overflowing with nectar and gushing with a sweet, sensual fragrance, to the air filled with the scent of feminine incense and male hormones.

She merely lifted the delicate triangular shape of her bright purple lace panties, and her alluring flesh, which had been tingled with desire ever since she stepped into the high-class district of Asmodal, trembled. Her plump, glossy, and tender flesh, along with her fragrant, soft, and oily feet, hooked up behind her bright purple crystal high heels, covering her soft, honeyed lips, and her light blue spring eyes, slightly rolled upwards, trembled as they dripped sticky semen.

Nestled between two mounds of oily strands, the plump and tender buds trembled slightly under the intoxicating, ripe spring tide, appearing as if awaiting Asmodie's invasion in a state of sensual, mature ecstasy.

Compared to Osalia's captivating beauty, the other three noblewomen, despite their already alluring and revealing lace panties being soaked with her own nectar, still swayed their goblets like proud and charming queens, looking down contemptuously at Asmodie, this beast.

"What a... rude beast!"

The elegant and noble woman, with her golden hair styled in an updo and her temples curled into beautiful curls with a crystal blue headband, held a crystal goblet in her hand, like a noblewoman watching a gladiatorial duel in the arena, as Asmodae approached them, the red wine in her glass swirling.

Her soft, gourd-shaped, honey-smooth buttocks were outlined only by a touch of night-blue silk camisole with white lace trim, creating a very mature and sensual silhouette.

Two mounds of milky, sweet, and plump white breasts were practically naked, barely covering her snowy, soft, and ripe buttocks. The night-blue lace-trimmed skirt lifted slightly as she sat with her legs crossed in a languid and elegant manner, revealing glimpses of her light blue, delicate triangular lace panties adorned with rose carvings, which were particularly alluring.

The soft, plump, and tender white thighs overlapped, exuding a sensual allure that could ignite any male's passion. Those soft, ripe, and tender white thighs were as smooth and creamy as spring honey.

Elegant, luxurious night-blue lace-trimmed long, glossy black stockings accentuated her soft, fleshy feet, leaving a delicate lace mark. Her fragrant, smooth, and tender black stockings, combined with a pair of night-blue peep-toe stiletto sandals, swayed languidly.

"But... isn't it also a ferocious beast brimming with power?"

That alluring and dignified beauty had her jet-black curly hair styled into an elegant updo by a luxurious pale purple hairpin. Her jade-like hands, adorned with pale purple silk gloves, gently held up a goblet filled with crystal-clear wine. Her pale purple spring eyes, brimming with elegance, cast a casual glance at Asmodé, and her soft, honeyed lips lightly sipped the wine.

Her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, exuding a mature and alluring fragrance, contrasted sharply with her revealing, high-slit, lace-trimmed, delicate purple dress, creating a sensual and decadent allure.

Two plump, ripe breasts, as soft and creamy as honeydew melons, were not even in a vacuum state. They were only covered by a two-finger-wide strip of bright purple openwork lace, which barely left a mark like melted honey, like a packaging strap. Under the high slit that was almost like a honey curtain, there was her camisole, which was like a ripe peach wrapped in a sexy, bright purple lace-trimmed purple stocking.

The plump, soft buttocks, like a ripe, honey-dripping peach, were deeply encased in the bright purple lace suspenders, exuding a sweet, mature fragrance, completely enveloping the round stool beneath her in the oily, smooth flesh.

Her plump, smooth legs, even when gently folded together, could not conceal the ripe vulva adorned with lush grass beneath her purple gauze skirt. The vibrant purple lace trim, embellished with purple rose patterns, softly accentuated the fleshy shape, while the glossy, oily long lace-trimmed purple stockings wrapped around her soft, plump, white legs, exuding an extremely seductive and mature spring charm.

The fragrant, soft, and supple purple silk feet gently hooked onto a pair of vibrant purple high-heeled sandals with shallow cuts and no heels. A string of lustrous and luxurious white jade beads replaced the function of the thin straps, lightly hooking the vibrant purple crystal pillar heels beneath the soft ankles.

"But...it seems this savage beast is only here to collect a few female dogs?~~"

That noble and charming beauty was the most elegant among the ladies.

Her chestnut-brown side-curled hair fell lazily, and her pair of alluring purple-blue eyes swept over Asmodie with a charming arrogance. Her jade-like hands, adorned with long gloves with light blue lace-trimmed rings, lifted the hem of her seemingly luxurious and elegant, yet extremely seductive and revealing, light blue low-cut, thin-strapped silk nightgown with an arrogant and graceful posture.

Her plump vulva, which resembled a ripe peach glistening with oil and covered only by a light blue high-waisted thin strap and openwork lace, was exposed to the male eyes other than her husband.

Chapter 143 Purple Silk Mature Mother and the Postpartum Crystal High Heels

Ashley von Randolph, a noble and charming woman with chestnut-brown, slightly wavy, ear-length hair and captivating blue eyes, became a slave woman in Asmodal by sheer chance.

This elegant and particularly proud noblewoman was not actually a noblewoman, nor was she a noblewoman from Castelia, the Earldom of Dorne, Gruul, or even Brendor. In fact, she was the president of the Purple Rose Merchant Guild from the Electoral Domain of Nagarris.

Her husband was an earl from the border between Nagareth and Scalante. However, despite being called an earl, her relationship with him was essentially a political marriage. There was no wedding dress or anything like that; Ashley and her husband only ever communicated through letters.

With her queen-like pride, she always held her cowardly and incompetent husband in contempt. In front of her, this husband dared not even timidly mention the request to share a bed. The moment she saw the letter, she stomped it under her noble and gorgeous red-soled high heels and crushed it with the toe of her seductive black stockings.

She always treated men with arrogance and contempt. Whenever her alluring, round, and seductive breasts were wrapped in an elegant and dignified silk evening gown, her long, captivating legs were encased in various seductive lace-trimmed long, glossy black stockings, and she wore extremely alluring and noble crystal red-soled high heels as she entered and exited parties.

At these banquets, whether nobles, lords, or counts, the eyes that looked at her were always filled with lust and passion. Yet, under the gaze of her haughty and disdainful blue eyes, which were like a queen looking down on a lowly servant, none of them had the courage to even approach her and strike up a conversation.

In fact, these nobles and lords who cowered and retreated under her arrogant and contemptuous gaze had no idea that if they rushed forward like wild beasts and pinned her down to conquer her, they might just take her alluring beauty, which was meant to be violated by men, and treat her like the lowest and most seductive female slave, violating her at will.

Even after they had violated her and turned her into a seductive noblewoman, they led her to her incompetent and useless count husband with a platinum dog collar around her neck, which symbolized ownership. Then, in front of her husband, they held her beautiful, sensual buttocks with the most virgin dog, violating her and turning her into their exclusive dog.

Ashley von Randolph, with her seemingly noble and alluring beauty, and her arrogant and disdainful attitude towards men, is actually nothing more than a seductive female queen waiting to be conquered by men beneath that haughty and contemptuous queenly demeanor?

After marrying her count husband, she loathed her cowardly and incompetent husband, and she also loathed those cowardly nobles who were full of lewd thoughts but dared not make a single move. To this day, her alluring breasts and round buttocks have never been touched by anyone.

Until he met Asmodeus.

When she traveled to the Earl of Dorne to discuss the development of trade in this southern frontier with the equally useless and incompetent Earl of Dorne, Asmodae, the savage and ferocious beast, barged into her trade dinner like a raging minotaur.

This noble and alluring beauty, when his tall, strong body, sculpted like a marble sculpture, overwhelmed the banquet guards like a raging bull and rushed towards her, her virgin vulva, which had been waiting to be conquered and violated, began to secrete sticky, passionate nectar. Her long, alluring, glossy black stockings, swaying softly, made her kneel before this furious bull in a duck-like posture.

When this raging bull easily defeated the two seductive mature female knights guarding her, treating these two women—clad in glossy bodysuits and high-heeled silver boots—like disposable stockings for lances, she used them as mere holsters.

With train bento boxes and a seductive female dog, and with that ferocious, thick beast, as thick as her forearm and exuding a savage masculine aura, wrapped in the one-piece silk stockings of her two alluring female knights, he forced open their vacuum-sealed, plump vaginas, which had never been enjoyed by any male, and penetrated to the very end, completely filling their soft, ripe honey cavity.

In front of her, he violated two mature women, their bodies brimming with ripe, sensual nectar, until their juices flowed freely and their alluring eyes rolled upwards. With just one thrust, he completely transformed the two virgin knights, who had husbands, into beautiful female slaves with eyes full of infatuated hearts.

Throughout the entire banquet, all the ladies, whether noble and elegant, alluring and seductive, mature and alluring, gentle and beautiful, were all violated by this savage and furious bull, becoming his exclusive female slaves.

Often, a noblewoman who was maintaining elegance and shame one moment, upon seeing that burly beast exuding a savage masculine aura the next, would find her greasy, plump vulva and soft, ripe vulva, hidden beneath her luxurious evening gown and lace panties, overflowing with sticky nectar, and she would even forget that she should be running away at that moment.

Only when this raging, savage bull roughly ripped off their elegant evening gowns, exposing their ripe, honeyed flesh and alluring curves to his savage, burning gaze, would they shyly let out a soft, seductive moan, their alluring eyes filled with spring as they were pinned down by this savage bull, used at will like a breeding ground for female dogs.

Ashley, this noble and alluring beauty, was transformed by this savage bull into a wanton and seductive banquet, turning all these noble and seductive ladies into slaves, and then pressing that ferocious beast, still adorned with the nectar of other noblewomen, against her enchanting lips.

This woman, who had always maintained a haughty, queenly demeanor in front of other males, offered her first kiss—a kiss from a savage beast other than her husband—as if declaring herself Asmodian's submissive.

Given her beautiful and docile nature, at that noble lady's banquet, she was used as a kind of noble lady's flesh armor by this savage bull. Her alluring flesh, with its honeyed milk and fragrant buttocks, was only covered by a one-piece oily stocking and a pair of black pointed red crystal high heels that had already been filled with thick white fluid. Her nectarine-like plump vulva, which even her husband had never touched, was penetrated and overflowed by that thick beast.

As he took his seat at the head of the noblewoman's banquet, watching Dorne City being ravaged by a horde of beastmen, this arrogant and alluring queen, having been thoroughly plied with honey and fat crotch, knelt before this savage bull like a noblewoman's female dog, swaying her heart-shaped buttocks, her seductive eyes filled with spring as she offered this savage bull the cleaning and service only a maid would provide.

"Gulp? You...savage bull...huh?!"

"Is it really a... a wild beast? ...Gurgle?..."

The seductive, alluring moans whispering in her ear brought Ashley slightly back from her intoxicating, dog-like reverie.

When she swirled the wine glass in her hand, and looked to her side with her alluring blue-purple eyes, now shaped like seductive hearts, exuding a languid and arrogant charm.

The alluring and dignified woman in purple silk had transformed into an arrogant and seductive queen in purple silk, displaying a disdainful and aloof attitude like a teacher. With her alluring and elegant purple silk-clad feet, she lifted her pair of vibrant purple crystal pearl heels, exuding spring-like charm, and began to punish Asmodie, the restless and raging beast.

This raging, savage bull first set its sights on that dignified and alluring woman in purple silk.

After all, her plump breasts and ripe buttocks, even if she simply lay her plump, ripe legs together, clad in purple lace stockings, and pressed her two fleshy mounds, wrapped in a bright purple lace suspender dress, onto a round stool, the ripe, honey-scented flesh and the feminine fragrance emanating from her body were enough to make this raging, savage bull go wild.

"Gulp? ~~ You lowly bull? ~~ Oh dear? ~~ This isn't a place for a wild bull like you! ~~"

This raging bull dared to slip his large hands, which had just violated two noblewomen, from behind into her purple silk halter dress and grasp her two plump, soft breasts, overflowing with milk. He wantonly squeezed and kneaded them, causing the milk to gush out and the slippery flesh to fill his fingers.

Faced with Asmody's desecrative fondling of her breasts as if she were a slutty, mature female dog, and that ferocious, masculine beast daring to lift the hem of her purple lace-trimmed skirt and squeeze between her smooth, feminine buttocks, even using the tip of its penis to lift the thong-shaped, bright purple lace panties in this desecration and violation, Asmody merely glanced at them with the disdain of a cold, indifferent teacher.

With an elegant yet seductive posture, she crossed and lifted a pair of plump, smooth, glossy, lace-trimmed purple silk thighs. The smooth, fleshy, soft, and snow-white thighs were squeezed and rolled into an extremely seductive and soft shape. The bright purple lace trim left soft marks on the fleshy thighs. The soft rustling sound brought about by the slight overlapping and grinding of the glossy purple silk thighs, which still retained warmth and feminine fragrance.

"You lowly, savage bull? You're not worthy to enjoy my beauty. You only deserve to be trampled between my crystal heels and silk-clad feet by those rising purple silk-clad feet?"

This dignified and alluring purple silk, every movement exudes a seductive and mature maternal charm, enough to arouse even the most frenzied and savage desires in any male.

But before Asmodie, that raging bull, she was a dignified and arrogant stern teacher in purple silk, with a disdainful expression, she placed one of her elegant, soft, glossy purple silk feet, which exuded a mature fragrance, on a wooden chair of the same height as the round stool that her plump, ripe buttocks were grinding against, hooking her pair of crystal pearl-studded heels.

The open back of the crystal-embellished high heel, the soft, smooth purple silk heel, the plump purple silk arch exuding a rich, mellow orchid fragrance, and the translucent crystal sole of the sky-high, pointed purple heel—all these elements combined to create a seductive, mature purple silk crystal-embellished high heel that could make even the savage beast Asmodie abandon her soft, smooth, fleshy buttocks. (The question mark at the back of the shoe is likely an error and doesn't translate directly.)

As the woman in purple silk raised her soft, supple heel, wrapped in glossy, translucent purple silk and clinging to the crystal sole of her shoe with an air of arrogance and indifference, it was as if she herself had parted the two plump lips dripping with honey with her delicate hands, revealing the soft, fragrant sole of her purple silk foot and the translucent crystal sole that still held the warmth of her fleshy purple silk foot.

They were all exposed to the savage, ferocious beast that emanated a savage aura in Asmodal.

The purple silk, with its arrogant queen-like alluring charm, made Asmodeus, the savage bull, grab and knead the two plump, milky breasts in his hands. His monstrous, savage lance lifted up the shimmering, mature purple thong-shaped lace panties, and then roughly pulled them up and down.

The bright purple thong lace was not only pulled high and deeply pressed between her two plump, mature lips, overflowing with a large amount of mature femininity, but also made a crisp snapping sound between her smooth buttocks after being released.

"Gulp? ~~ Ewh? ~~"

A soft, sweet cry of spring escaped from the dignified purple silk-clad lips adorned with vibrant purple lipstick. Meanwhile, the savage beast seized the opportunity to invade her slightly raised, smooth purple silk-clad, backless, pearl-crystal high-heeled foot, where her heel swayed gently.

A menacing, masculine lance roughly pried open the soft, moist purple silk heel, then pressed against the lingering warmth and fragrance of her nectar against the sole of her vibrant amethyst high heel.

From the heel, it invaded the foot acupoint formed by the soft, smooth, fragrant purple silk arch and the half-curved crystal high heel sole. The ferocious beast head even squeezed into her warm, smooth purple silk toes, stretching out the five soft, silken toes, which were adorned with bright purple nail polish like silkworms, into a lazy and relaxed state.

Chapter 144 The Punishment of a Mature Teacher

"Huh? You...you savage beast?!"

This dignified and alluring purple silk hair resembles a dignified and arrogant stern teacher disciplining a lowly student who has made a mistake. Her alluring and exquisite face is full of contempt and indifference.

Those elegant, alluring, and sophisticated purple crystal pearl stilettos stood arrogantly on the wooden chair of the same height. The slender crystal heels, gleaming seductively in the candlelight, sank slightly into the velvet of the chair as she pressed down on her purple silk-clad feet with disdain.

The music from the silk zither in the noblewoman's banquet hall had gradually faded, leaving only the increasingly seductive and alluring low moans and gasps that echoed within.

These noblewomen, who usually treated males with aloof disdain, now transformed into arrogant and contemptuous queens before Asmodie, seemingly unperturbed by the savage and ferocious bull's intrusion and desecration.

"Gulp? You bull? Oh my god? As expected, all you've got on your mind is...?"

"Hmm? ~ Being stepped on by my fragrant purple silk feet? ~ And you're still so excited? ~ Hmm? ~ You actually dare? ~ Hmm~ Fat crotch~ Not something a lowly male like you can have~ ~ Gulp? ~~"

Meanwhile, Zi Si, who was punishing Asmodie, didn't find anything wrong with Asmodie's large hands lifting her two plump, ripe breasts and kneading them as if they were soft cream cakes, squeezing milk out of them, with milk overflowing everywhere.

Asmody even slid his large hands down, grasping two plump, mature breasts, his fingertips sinking deep between the soft, oily flesh of her buttocks. With extremely rough kneading, strands of sweet nectar overflowed. He even roughly pulled aside the extremely sexy and exposed bright purple thong lace panties, embedding them deeply between her two plump, mature lips.

She merely stepped onto her soft, supple, glossy purple silk feet, restraining the ferocious beast beneath her smooth, fragrant purple silk arches and soft, beautiful purple silk toes, allowing the savage beast to repeatedly force its savage-smelling spearhead into her vibrant purple crystal backless pointed-toe high heels, still warm and fragrant with the scent of her feet.

It seemed that to her, this lowly student who had made a mistake only deserved to be trampled under her fragrant, soft, and succulent purple silk feet. Even if she squeezed out thick white fluid, staining her noble and charming purple silk feet with thick, sticky white fluid, and filling her elegant and mature purple backless pointed-lip crystal pearl stilettos with sticky white fluid, it would have no problem at all.

With an air of dignified authority and arrogant disdain, she trampled on her feet, which exuded a mature and rich fragrance. Her elegant, soft, and glossy purple silk-clad feet made this savage beast, who emanated an aura that could subdue her, completely trampled under the smooth soles of her feet, which were covered in glossy, mature purple silk.

Asmodeus, this raging bull, had to use his ferocious beastly head to stretch his soft, fragrant heels as far as possible against the smooth, lingering scent of his feet in the bright purple crystal shoes, squeezing from the heel of his backless crystal high heels into the curved and tight, smooth, glossy purple silk arch of his foot.

Above, the soles of her feet were smooth and supple, incredibly soft and fleshy, adorned with alluring purple silk stockings. Below, the soles of her crystal stiletto heels were smooth and delicate, still warm and fragrant with the lingering scent of the vibrant purple silk. The smoothness and softness, the tightness and fullness, fueled Asmodeus's raging bull with each powerful charge, causing him to surge wildly. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

"Goo-hoo? Hmm... Is that really a bull? A lowly creature only fit to be trampled under my purple silk feet?!"

"Oh?! So... barbaric and lowly! Clearly... the parts you're riding are just crystal high heels and my fragrant purple silk feet? Hmm? Does that excite you so much?!"

This dignified and alluring beauty in purple silk, with her disdainful and arrogant bright purple eyes, gazed with hearts at her delicate purple silk insteps, stretched to their limit by repeated rough riding, feeling the sensitive and smooth soles of her feet being repeatedly stretched up by this savage beast. Her smooth and soft arches had completely become like the harpoon sheath of this wild beast, and although they were not yet stained with semen, they had already been tainted with the aura of a wild beast.

In particular, as the raging and savage bull galloped more and more violently, the ferocious beast was able to squeeze into her smooth and soft silk toes time and time again. It could even pry open her smooth purple silk toes and enter the narrow and delicate amethyst crystal shoe toes, stretching her beautiful purple silk toes, which were adorned with bright purple nail polish, into a lazy and relaxed position time and time again.

The glossy purple silk foot hole, exuding a seductive and mellow fragrance, had been completely marked as his exclusive purple silk crystal high-heeled foot hole after Asmodian's repeated and brutal ravaging.

The current situation has absolutely nothing to do with the Purple Silk Punisher Asmodie. Instead, this raging bull is casually using this fragrant, soft, and tender offspring, the Crystal Sky-Hating High Foot Acupoint, as a mere plaything for venting his frustrations.

Those purple-haired women, with their disdainful yet alluring purple eyes, were filled with lustful desire for this ferocious beast.

If, under these circumstances, this beast were to invade her voluptuous body, then her beauty would likely have become nothing more than a luxurious harpoon for this enraged bull to use at will, draped over his body and violated until his eyes rolled back in a rage, his nectar overflowing and splashing everywhere.

If it were her deceased husband, he probably wouldn't even have the right to be trampled on by her.

Given her husband's worthless state—he's not even as good as the weakest mudfish—he would probably be reduced to utterly worthless just by her contemptuous gaze, without even needing her to arrogantly lift that bright purple crystal heel and crush that weak mudfish with utter disdain.

Even if she hadn't been defeated in the first two stages, given her husband's cowardly nature, he would probably have been rendered utterly useless by being trampled on so lightly, as if stepping on an eel, with just a contemptuous and even light touch, under her disgusted gaze.

Her deceased husband, let alone Asmodeus, was not only harassed by her with a contemptuous and arrogant attitude, but even this ferocious and savage beast, like a raging bull, used the elegant and charming manner of a noblewoman to wantonly violate her soft and smooth purple silk crystal heel foot.

"Eek? You lowly bull? Ugh? Such vile words? Then hurry up and fill my crystal heels with your filthy stuff?"

"Your humble servant will grant you permission, you savage bull, to pour all that filth into my womb... Ouch! Crystal high heels!"

“Puff—puff—”

As the woman in purple silk uttered her seductive, contemptuous voice, this enraged bull, like a wild beast with raging fury, unleashed a torrent of thick, scalding flames of anger between the soles of her feet, which were filled with a mellow, fragrant scent and smooth, soft texture, and between the purple silk acupoints formed by her bright purple, crystal-studded heels.

The ferocious, massive beast head squeezed between the smooth arches of the feet at the last moment, directly plunging into the translucent, vibrant purple crystal toe hooked by the soft, glistening purple silk toes, unleashing a torrent of fury!

The sticky, thick white paste, like an erupting torrent, instantly filled the semi-transparent, bright purple crystal shoe tip with a hazy, thick white. Adorned with bright purple nail polish, the jade toes wrapped in glossy, translucent purple silk were soaked in the sticky white paste in just a few seconds, as if stepping into a swamp of milk.

The surging, thick torrent sprayed out along the crystal shoe surface that originally retained a mellow fragrance, and the splashing white liquid also soaked the smooth and soft purple silk arch and soft heel into the thick, sticky white liquid.