Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

Glancing at the girl's empty sleeves, the arm inside was no longer there, like a mutilated angel.

A complex feeling welled up in Allen's heart. He leaned his neck against the slightly swaying carriage. There was no joy on his face after completing the mission. Instead, he remained silent, thinking about the last time he stepped out of the North.

At that time, the stinky sister was lying on her side opposite, wearing a fur coat on her upper body, her chin resting on a pen, calculating the cost of the journey, and her purple eyes turned from time to time, just like a pair of flawless amethysts.

If she was unhappy, the curve of her lips would change subtly, and she would tease him about her past misdeeds in the mansion (including stealing her stockings)...

Allen shook his head vigorously, opened the notebook in his hand, dipped the pen into thick ink, and continued to write his memo.

At this moment, Elstin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened the glass window. The air rushing in blew up her hair, and the pages of the book in Allen's hand began to turn over.

"How righteous it is for birds to fly freely in the sky."

I heard the slightly lonely sigh of a girl.

Before she could respond, the shadow of a large bird passed across the plain. For a moment, the trembling down between its wings was clearly visible.

The large bird caused a wave of air currents, rolling up dead grass roots and dust, and in an instant, a piece of open space was cleared. Rotten leaves rushed into the car with the wind, and stuck to Allen's cheek with a crackling sound - Elstin turned her head and stared at her in silence.

Their eyes met, but the pair of purple eyes were still looking down upon him, with disgust as if he had seen a smelly cockroach on the ground.

If it had been in the past, Allen would not have swallowed this loss and would have made sarcastic remarks, but this time he was surprisingly kind and just wiped his face towards the car window.

Looking at himself on the other side of the glass, Allen paused and fell silent for several seconds.

The twelve-year-old boy's appearance seems to remind you again and again that you are the one who occupied the magpie's nest, but what have you done with this young body? Are you just a pervert who likes to steal your sister's white silk and bra?

This dialogue left him speechless for a moment, and a thought popped into his mind: Just wait and see, one day you will pay back everything.

After closing the window with his left hand, Allen turned his attention back to the parchment. This time he wrote quickly, without hesitation or hesitation, vowing to write down all the ugliness in his heart in the past in front of his stinky sister in the carriage to atone for his sins.

“In my room.

I held the sneakers that my sister had taken off not long ago in my right hand, which were still steaming, and put them on my feet to feel them carefully.

The hot and moist insole soaked with sweet sweat and the thin black mesh swept towards me gently in an instant.

Due to nervousness, fine beads of sweat immediately spread on the instep, making the inside of the shoe extremely smooth. The small feet of this body were just right, and the toes could touch the toes of the shoes again and again. Every time the sole of the shoe touched and rubbed the foot, a sweet sound would be made due to the foot sweat and the fragrant sweat of the stinky sister.

That wonderful touch was just like touching my sister's feet.

The hot soles of the shoes smelled a bit of sweat, and their original girlish scent was gradually being covered by my scent, just like the thick dark clouds swallowing up the entire sky on the eve of a rainstorm.

"In my left hand, I held the white high socks that had been in close contact with my sister's feet after walking with her for a day, and I felt the warmth in my palm.

I rolled it into a circle and put it to the tip of my nose and took a deep breath, greedily smelling the rich scent that permeated from the toes.

I imagined my stinky sister walking in the garden wearing this pair of white high socks, with her cold smile playing in my mind as a side dish, while my clone tightly grasped her sneakers and rubbed them up and down.

The inward-concave insole is like the little hand of a stinky little sister, holding it firmly but gently.

This is my perverted behavior. I used the original shoes and original socks handed to me by my stinky sister in the mansion and desecrated them at will!

Just realizing this fact, a strong sense of guilt surged in my heart, making my body more excited, and even addicted to it.

The owner of that pair of sexy shoes and socks is none other than my beloved one, who is favored by thousands of people and entrusted with important tasks by my mother. She always likes to wear sexy Gothic long skirts and white silk stockings to seduce others to commit crimes when enjoying afternoon tea in the garden, but she has no self-awareness at all about this.

My stepsister, Elstin.

Whenever she finished a day of swordplay lessons and was sweating profusely while doing the final stretching exercises, I would always watch her stretching through the wire mesh that separated the dojo, and gaze at her youthful and energetic body with lust. Her armpits exposed when she was stretching, her swordplay shirt soaked with sweat and clinging to her chest and back, her vagina squeezed deeply by the tight shorts below her abdomen...

Every time she finishes training, her whole body is soaked in sweat. The white mid-length socks wrapped around her fair calves are in stark contrast to her fair skin. And the pair of sneakers that have been in contact with her feet and exercised all day long, you don't need to look to understand how stuffy they will become...

I really want to tear them off her, take a deep breath, and seize every minute and second to let them wrap around my clone, feeling the high body temperature of the stinky girl due to exercise.

She was the most fatal catalyst for my degeneration into a pervert, and the beginning of my sinful life. "

Just as he used up the last drop of ink, Allen closed his notebook and let out a long sigh.

At the same time, I carefully looked at the profile of the stinky sister and made up my mind that as long as she was willing to look back at me, I would hand over the notebook to her truthfully, then kneel down at her feet and repent, willing to pay any price for it.

The wheels rolled, and the girl remained silent, just staring in the direction of the Duke's mansion in the North.

Feeling lost, Allen had to put the notebook back to its place and vowed never to open it again.

Chapter 31: Rebirth of the Arm

"Oh no..."

Early in the morning, Ellie's voice rang out in the lounge of the Duke's Mansion.

Sister Aifu, who was almost broken by Duke Howard last night, was dozing on the table while smoking a cigarette and said unhappily, "What are you doing so early in the morning..."

The old lady was counting the petals, looking up at Ellie who ran in breathlessly, "Huh? What's wrong?"

"Everyone...really, have you all forgotten?" Ellie asked nervously, "Today is a special day!"

Special day?

Everyone's eyes slowly focused on the calendar on the wall. Today's date had already been marked with a conspicuous red circle.

special......

Ah! The young lady and the young master are coming back!

Just as the three of them were panicking, a carriage slowly stopped at the door. Allen, dressed in a black suit, appeared at the door of the hall. His childish face was no different from before he left, but his black eyes were a little more melancholy.

Before everyone recovered from their shock, the black-haired girl had already walked up from behind Allen. Her cold face still had a faint smile on it, and she looked extremely seductive in the interweaving of light and shadow.

"Why, I've only been away from home for a month, and you've forgotten the basic etiquette of a servant? You don't even know how to welcome your master home?"

Even so, no one was able to respond, as their eyes all fell on the girl's right arm. The slender body that should have been used by the girl to show off her beauty had disappeared.

"Miss..." The old nanny was the first to lose her temper, tears streaming down her face under her thick reading glasses.

Sister Aifu was in shock, but as if she had thought of something, she gradually became relieved. Only Ellie observed Allen's reaction inconspicuously, and understood everything from his self-blaming eyes, and her expression became even colder.

Elsteen didn't mind her disability at all. She glanced at it casually and said indifferently, "This is just a small price to pay for this trip to the imperial capital. It's no big deal. Besides, as a servant of the Duke's Mansion, you should always maintain the principle of being calm."

At this moment, to everyone's surprise, Ai Li suddenly stepped forward and pointed to Allen, "Master Allen, is it because of you that the young lady was injured this time?"

"How rude! How dare you, my daughter, speak to Young Master Allen like that!" Sister Eve hastily stopped her. She did not want to offend the Duke's son at this time.

Because Elsteen had strictly forbidden him to reveal any information about the mission, Allen was thinking of what to say to get out of the way when Tina flew over and hugged his neck tightly, with a smile on her face like a little bird, "Little Allen, you are finally back. Do you know how much I missed you during your absence? Give me a kiss, yes!"

Allen felt that his neck was being strangled and he could hardly breathe. Just when he thought he was going to heaven, Elstin's voice came. "Mother."

Tina looked back at her adopted daughter who had elegant manners and proper words and deeds. Her eyes naturally looked at the mutilated right arm. Her expression relaxed a little, and she reluctantly let Allen go.

She sighed, curled her lips, and frowned slightly, "Really... I thought you would grow up during this time. Come to my room, I will listen carefully to your report on this mission."

"Yes, Mother."

The servants held their breath and concentrated on this conversation, with their heads bowed, waiting for orders.

They knew very well who the real mistress of this duke's mansion was.

Judging from her appearance, one might think that the Duchess is a very gentle woman. However, she has a life experience that many men would be ashamed of.

She is the younger sister of the former Duchess, also from a wealthy family. She is a person who strictly abides by the rules, rejects laziness and desires, and adheres to the strong and unfathomable way of dealing with the world.

It is said that he became famous throughout the empire for defeating the leader of the Knights, Marquis Loth, with his superhuman strength at a swordsmanship tournament held by Her Majesty the Queen.

Even after marrying Duke Howard, she still did not forget to exercise every day while enjoying afternoon tea. She was also Elstin's swordsmanship teacher, and was a strange lady who still maintained the strength and beauty of a girl.

Just as Elstin was about to follow Tina and leave, Allen called out from behind, with a hint of pleading in his voice, "Mother, will you heal my sister's arm?"

If it were in the past, he would definitely not say such unrealistic words, but after experiencing the trip to the imperial capital and witnessing the battles between extraordinary people with his own eyes, he has already understood that there are mysteries in this world, and that his own family is hiding a huge secret. If they can cultivate a monster like Stinky Sister, then there must be a way to repair the lost arm.

Tina glanced at Allen meaningfully, but did not respond directly. Instead, she turned to her adopted daughter and said, "I'm so envious, Elstin, you have a good brother."

Elstin didn't show much expression, just stood aside respectfully.

......

night.

Allen was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep despite the old lady's nagging as usual.

In his mind, he replayed over and over again the bloody scene of his stinky sister losing her right arm while blocking the Brain Eater King's attack for him.

A caring mother, a father devoted to his stud career, a sister who is sometimes indifferent and sometimes willing to risk her life to save him, a forbidden library, an ancient book that records mysterious knowledge, and a mysterious creature who calls himself the Thirteen Kings of the Mysterious Dream...

What secrets is this family hiding?

Confused, Allen simply sat up. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to sneak into his sister's room to take a look.

But this time it was not the usual peeping, but he was concerned about what his mother said today. What is the method to make lost limbs grow again?

Next, Allen pretended to be asleep to deceive the old nanny who came to check the dormitory, then he put on his coat and tiptoed to Elstin's bedroom.

The door was half open, and dim candlelight was shining from inside.

Allen continued to peek inside and saw the stinky girl whispering to a doll. The moment he saw the doll, Allen remembered the doll that the sorceress named Vivian had asked the stinky girl about in the imperial capital.

It's the same one.

Soon, the puppet's glass eyes moved, its limbs danced lightly, and a door appeared out of thin air.

Elstin walked in barefoot.

Allen looked at the scene in amazement and looked around for the stinky little sister but couldn't find her.

Space movement? Or a hidden room?

He had no choice but to hide in the corner and observe secretly. Fortunately, after a while, the beautiful little doll started dancing again, and the familiar mysterious door opened again.

Elstin clutched her robe tightly and walked out of the mysterious room. But if you listen carefully, the sound of the girl's footsteps is very disordered, as if she has been walking for a long time.

His tired legs could no longer support his body, so he naturally sat on the ground in a duck position, and his robe slipped off.

The originally broken right arm now looked like a newborn, and the whole arm was as soft as a baby's.

Her knee-length hair, which gradually changed from black to pure white, was scattered on the ground. The ends of her hair tied in a braid and her bangs covered her forehead and part of her cheeks, making her already pleasing oval face even cuter. Her eyes, which were like amethysts, were slightly closed at this time. The girl frowned slightly, with an unwilling expression on her face.

But what caught people's attention most was the girl's skirt.

The first impression is that it is a wedding dress, but compared to the complicated wedding dress, it has made some changes. The tight white short-sleeved top covers all the way to the neck, but the upper part of the chest, the thin waist on both sides, and the back are left empty to show her sexy figure.

She was only 16 years old, but her breasts were almost C cup. Such round breasts, placed in the breast pockets tailored for her on the clothes, trembled slightly with her breathing.

The arms that were not covered by the short sleeves were made to look even more slender by the long gloves, while part of the long gloves were hidden in the short sleeves. Below the waist was a layered black and white cake-shaped ankle-length skirt with complex pleats, which spread out to cover her duck-like legs.

Chapter 32 Slave Princess

"How strange." Looking at the stinky sister walking out of the mysterious room, Allen suddenly remembered something.

The way the stinky little sister was dressed reminded him of the plot of the book he had read in his previous life. She was simply a private slave who had escaped from a master with a bad taste. After all, some masters liked to dress their slaves in special, beautiful clothes? And they also liked to make their slaves wear very high heels to prevent them from escaping.

But he quickly dismissed the idea. Because in this mansion, no one dared to touch the stinky sister. But what did the stinky sister experience in that mysterious room?

The sound of the keyhole turning was heard, and Allen couldn't help but fantasize that if he could see under the girl's skirt, it would definitely highlight her purity.

As he thought about this, his eyes inadvertently fell on the girl's feet.

The stiletto high-heeled shoes with silver straps are worn on the feet wrapped in milky white pantyhose. The straps go up to 1/4 of the girl's calves, firmly fixing the high-heeled shoes on the girl's feet.

The milky white pantyhose pushed the little extra fat on the girl's well-proportioned legs to her round buttocks, and there were lace-like leg rings on the thighs of the pantyhose.

Looking upwards, the opening of the pantyhose is hidden by the tight upper body, and below the abdomen, it is tightly held by a triangular fabric like a one-piece underwear, as if the pantyhose cannot be taken off without taking off the dress.

The girl is simply the embodiment of purity.

But it reveals temptation all the time.

But something obvious was preventing her from taking off this pure dress.

At the intersection of the short sleeves and the long gloves, there were iron rings with small locks sewn into the clothes, but these small locks had no keyholes. At the neck, a collar made of fine steel was pressing tightly against her neck.

At the same time, the hope of clothes will be unlocked: the buttons on the collar are sealed in the collar.

As for her lower body, the straps on her high heels did not have the slightest gap to be untied, and there was a dark thigh cuff on her thigh, which made her already difficult walking legs even worse.

The girl, pure as snow, was forced to maintain her purity, but she could not resist. Without untying the three small iron rings, the structure of the skirt determined that she could not take off the dress.

But the girl knew that she was not a pure bride and never wanted to be someone else's bride. There were conspicuous big words engraved in the middle of the collar.

"Slave Princess Elstin".

In the eyes of outsiders, she was the glamorous eldest daughter of the Duke and the future mistress of the North. But she knew very well that as an adopted daughter, she had the identity of a slave, the name of a slave, and the skirt that the slave princess wore that she could not take off, together made up the slave princess Elstin.

The previous scene then came to mind.

In the darkness, the strange voice of a girl praying seemed to be heard again. The sound of water drops falling and breaking was particularly loud. She knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and beads of sweat kept falling from her face.