Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

"You seem to like this kind of reward, stupid brother."

Elstin looked down at her brother-in-law, her jade feet stepping on his iron pestle, and said quietly: "I still remember what you said to me before, 'I am no longer interested in you', but your body doesn't seem to think so now."

Allen's body was tense, trying to clear his mind and suppress the boiling in his heart. He looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes were dazed, and he said with some trembling: "This is just a natural reaction caused by doing this kind of thing. I will never have the slightest interest in you now! I... have gotten rid of your temptation..."

Listening to Allen's excuses, Elstin continued to step on his iron pestle with her feet. After rubbing it a few times, she deftly spread her big toe and put it on the top of the pestle.

She stared at Allen deeply, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and seeing Allen's painful and enjoyable look, she said: "Does being stepped on by my feet make you feel humiliated now?"

Allen took a deep breath, looked at Elstin's face, and said firmly: "Don't try to control me with such words! All of this is just false pretenses on your part. In the end, you are just using me anyway!"

"puff......"

Elstin couldn't help laughing. She lowered her head and looked at the iron pestle raised by her brother under her feet. She raised her foot and stepped on it again when she saw the iron pestle raised its head.

"Uh..." Allen's body straightened again.

"You look like a bitch, with all kinds of expressions that show you can't stand it anymore, but you actually have a lot of time left." Elstin curled her lips and stepped on Allen's iron pestle with her feet with confidence, "It's just like the legend of the god of fertility. Unless the plot requires it, you can hold it in as long as you can!"

Chapter 100 Lies and Disguise

"Don't you like it too?" Allen said, staring into those cold eyes.

"What do you like? Your endurance, or that look of an unbearable puppy?" Elstin rubbed Allen's iron rod with her feet. As she said, even though she rubbed it like this, Allen didn't show any sign of surrendering.

"You should ask yourself, little sister." Allen sneered, "If you like endurance, I will endure it. If you come up with a new trick, I will accompany you to the end. Anyway, you are no different from those ladies. What you pursue is vulgar!"

"What if I'm looking for something...more exciting?" Elstin asked meaningfully.

"More exciting content?" Allen was stunned for a moment, then slowly said, "Playing a game of foot trampling with your brother is exciting enough. What else do you want to play?"

"That's a lot, and we can play it tonight." Elstin said, suddenly moving her feet, then sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking Allen's chest, "For example, I can turn you into another 'me', and then play with me..."

After a long night, when Allen walked out of the bathroom, he had already taken off Elstin's underwear and dress. He instantly felt extremely refreshed and his body was indescribably relaxed.

Elsteen pulled the wrinkled quilt over her slender neck, and looked at Allen walking towards her naked and wet, and immediately put on a disgusted face:

"Why don't you dry yourself off!"

Allen shrugged. "Anyway, the sheets and quilts here will be changed by the maids. What's there to mind? And I'm already exhausted from cooperating with your extremely evil orange role-playing game just now."

As he said that, he lifted her quilt and crawled in.

......

Life in the academy can be described as monotonous. The boring courses cannot be skipped at will (this is related to the living expenses sent to him by his family), which causes him to be drowsy in every class, and then silently accept the mocking look from his stinky sister.

Since he entered school, the family has not secretly assigned him any tasks, so much so that he almost forgot that he is also an undercover agent.

When it was time for meals, he would force the pink-haired girl to eat with him, and the portions they ordered increased day by day, causing the pink-haired girl to gain a full ten kilograms in just one month!

She was so angry that she would carve Allen's name on the wall of her room every night and list him as the most bitter enemy of all time!

I swore a thousand times that I would torture him to death after the mission was completed!

Then she would spend the whole night losing weight like crazy, and go to class the next day with dark circles under her eyes, which seriously slowed down her spy progress. She didn't gain anything after being enrolled for so long.

It can be regarded as a stain on her entire spy career.

In addition to fattening up the pink-haired girl like a pet cat, Allen would play the orange role-playing game with Elstin every night, and sometimes invite Elstin's good friend Bernie to join in.

The three of them get along very happily.

But the eldest prince Bamer, who had been observing secretly, could no longer keep his patience. He looked at Elstin again and again, but the ring on his hand did not react at all.

So he went straight to Allen and asked him angrily, "What on earth did you do to Elstin?"

Allen looked confused and said, "Why do you say that? Why didn't you do it to her?"

Looking at Allen's harmless face, Bamor's anger inadvertently increased to another level, and his expression became ferocious: "Still pretending to be innocent here? Let me ask you, where is Elsteen's saintly body? How could it suddenly disappear?!"

Hearing this, Allen showed an ambiguous smile. Just as I guessed, this person really wanted to take away the saintly body of my stinky sister.

The next moment, he continued to pretend to be innocent and said, "Doesn't the body of the Saint exist for the purpose of offering sacrifice to the evil god? To be honest, I have already sacrificed it."

Bamor's body stiffened for a moment, and he opened his eyes wide and said in panic, "You are absolutely lying! If she has been sacrificed, then why is Elstin still alive now?"

Allen sighed and looked at him as if he were an idiot. "As long as you sacrifice the body of the saint to the evil god, you will receive a gift. The gift I'm looking for is to resurrect my sister!"

Bamor was extremely shocked. This man must be a fool. Such a good opportunity, a gift from Him, was used on such an insignificant thing?

Bamor was so angry that he almost cried. After a long while of calming down his intense emotions, he managed to utter a few words with difficulty:

"You...what's the point of doing this? Even if Elstin is resurrected, she won't be the same person she was before! She will be a complete stranger!"

"Of course I know!"

"What?! You knew this and you still did this?"

"This is a very good deal for me. Anyway, all I want is a sister Elstin who will obey me and do everything I want. As for whether she is the same sister as before, I don't care!" Allen said indifferently.

In fact, this was all the plan of the First Ancestor. He wanted him to accept Elsteen's closeness, and during the process of being intimate, he would take the opportunity to send a trace of the First Ancestor's divinity into Elsteen's body to temporarily hide her saintly body.

The advantage of doing this is that it can make conspirators like Bamer give up pursuing Elstin, and indirectly prevent Allen from having too much contact with them.

After saying these words that the First Ancestor had instructed him to do, Allen left alone.

Bamor, who was frozen in place, stared fiercely at Allen's departing back. How dare a mere duke's son go against the entire royal family! How dare you take away the opportunity that belongs to our royal family! And even deliberately bluffed in front of me! Let this prince personally crush you, an ant...

Thus, a vicious conspiracy was formed in his mind. He planned to immediately tell the dean of the academy about Allen's private sacrifice to the evil god.

Even if Allen exposed him, he would not be afraid. After all, he was born in the royal family, and the whole academy would not dare to offend him. Moreover, the royal family had too many means to hide. Even if the church sent people to investigate him, he was confident enough to properly protect the royal family's secrets.

As for Allen, his family only obtained the title of Duke of the North by following the royal family in killing the remnants of the witch.

There are so many dukes in the empire, but in the final analysis they are nothing more than watchdogs of the royal family.

But such a family, such a legitimate son of a duke dared not take him, the eldest prince of noble status, seriously, and dared to snatch away the opportunity that belonged to him!

Then the only path that awaits him is death!

So he went to the deans' office and delivered a set of speeches that he had prepared on the way and thought were perfect.

As a result, the three deans all stared at him.

When Bamor saw that things were not going as he expected, he became anxious and said angrily, "Three respected deans, I swear in the name of my family that every word I just said is true! Student Allen really worships the evil god in private and has sacrificed his sister!"

Chapter 101: The Special Doctrine of Liang Yi Religion

The three deans exchanged glances with each other. When Bamor saw that his words were not believed, he hurriedly added: "Even Elstin may be dead. Now she may be a disguised evil god from a mysterious dream!"

The more the three deans listened, the more outrageous it seemed to them. They had long heard about the eldest prince's unsuccessful pursuit of Elstin. Considering that it might be a slander out of jealousy, they were even less convinced of Bamore's words.

Dean Seth spoke first: "Have you ever known Allen's bloodline?"

Bamor nodded. "I know that he has the talent of witch bloodline. Why are you asking this..." As he spoke, Bamor's expression froze instantly, realizing that he had made a serious logical error.

Dean Set smiled faintly and said, "In the incomplete documents of the Witch Era that have been handed down from ancient times, it is recorded that the Witch Clan only pledged loyalty to and worshipped their emperor. The gods worshipped by humans were regarded as heretics in their eyes. This lasted for an entire era, which is tens of thousands of years."

"How could someone who inherits the bloodline of such an aloof race trade with the evil god? And..." Having said this, Dean Seth suddenly stopped, and the other two deans naturally knew what to say next.

As the ruler of the world in the last era, the witch has a tradition of respecting her own emperor. And the mysterious venerable who helped Allen with his blood baptism is infinitely close to the realm of God. In this case, why should Allen worship the evil god?

After walking out of the deans' room, Bamor began to doubt his life. Accustomed to superiority, he suffered a setback for the first time in his life. Since the first meeting with Allen, he seemed to have been led by the nose by the other party.

The fact is that this good-for-nothing duke's legitimate son made a deal with the evil god and sacrificed his sister.

But why don’t the deans believe what I say?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He couldn't understand it and it was unbelievable. All kinds of contradictory thoughts filled his mind.

So much so that for the next week, he seemed extremely dull and no longer had the vigor and vitality he had before.

He never looked for Elsteen again, because in his current understanding, Elsteen had been replaced by an evil god in a mysterious dream.

In the eyes of those students who liked to join in the fun, it was obvious that the eldest prince was severely hit because he had pursued Elstin many times but was always rejected.

So some vain female students thought they finally got their chance and gathered around Bamore again. However, Bamore was like a castrated rooster and had no interest in their flashy looks and their proactive advances.

As a result, another rumor quickly spread in the academy: His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is completely useless in that aspect!

All kinds of sneers and disdain were secretly spreading around him.

Allen, the instigator of all this, couldn't help but snicker after seeing this series of reactions. The plan of the First Ancestor was indeed foolproof. It was so easy to deal with the eldest prince of the empire, leaving him in a situation where his reputation was damaged and he was in a daze all day long.

In order to celebrate properly, Allen decided to take advantage of the weekend to visit the bustling commercial center of the imperial capital!

If we were to sum up the imperial capital’s commercial vitality in just one word, it would undoubtedly be prosperity.

Even though it is not connected to any water body, the city's unique border location and the well-developed road network within the empire still make the imperial capital an extremely important trading point.

The featured trade items in the city market include not only high-quality glass products from the northern Selian Empire and various rare plants and minerals from the Buni Forest, but also various chambers of commerce and shops attracted by the city's large population, selling everything from daily consumer goods to luxury goods.

If Allen were to introduce this world, one of the major characteristics of this world that he would definitely mention is, in his own words, the over-prosperous service industry.

Thanks to the extremely high agricultural productivity under the protection of the gods in this world, the population of each country is quite large, and the metropolises have developed and prospered. Naturally, a large-scale trade network has developed between these population centers, and the large number of urban populations that have left agriculture has naturally enabled various crafts, entertainment and leisure industries to develop and grow. Of course, not all countries and races are equally proficient in the production of every commodity. The protection of the goddesses has a great influence on the industry of a country and society. And the reason why humans are the most superior race in the world is largely because humans have the most goddesses.

It is worth mentioning that in the population structure of all races, the number of males is far smaller than that of females, and the social structure of male superiority and female inferiority exists in every society without exception.

This might sound strange at first, but the principle behind it is very simple.

In the Third Age, men were created in the image of the Father God when He created the world, and women were merely accessories created by the Father God for the well-being of his sons. Goddesses were naturally also created by the Father God to manage the world and implement his will.

One of the wills of God the Father is that women need to be strictly disciplined through various punishments, mainly spanking.

Therefore, it can be said that women are born to kneel down and serve men, and they are proud of it. For most women, being able to serve men is not only a rare opportunity, but also an honor full of happiness.

Being spanked is normal for them. Of course, this does not mean that women have no sense of shame.

Spanking is a form of punishment after all, good girls are not spanked, only bad girls are spanked (although under strict rules, almost all women are spanked frequently).

This sense of shame is most obvious when women are punished in public. Most women will inevitably be shy and their cheeks will turn red when they are ordered to expose their bare buttocks in public and prepare to be spanked. They may even have to be spanked one or two times on their buttocks before they turn around and bend over to accept punishment.

All of the above strange knowledge comes from the "Code of Joy", the canon of the Two-Earth Church, one of the seven orthodox churches.

As Allen was strolling in the bustling commercial center, a female clergyman in purple robes pulled him aside with a fanatical look on her face and explained these teachings to him in detail.

In order to verify its authenticity and to offer blessings to the "God of Song and Joy", she even lifted up her robe in public, showing her smooth and soft buttocks to Allen, begging him to spank her a few times, and claimed that as long as one joined the Liangyi Church, countless beauties would kneel down and beg him to spank them every day.

Allen gave her a strange look. Are all orthodox churches so hysterical? Why does it look like a heretic is preaching?

Allen claimed that he would seriously consider it, and took the opportunity when the female church member was tidying up her messy robe to quickly leave.

Unexpectedly, I met the stinky sister on the road, and told her everything that happened to the female believer just now.

Elstin was very interested in what she heard, so she took Allen to a dress design shop that was wholly owned by the Yi-Yi Church, wanting to see the unique doctrines of the Yi-Yi Church with her own eyes.

Chapter 102: The Correction Process of the Black Silk Female Clerk

Allen and Elstin were currently in the studio of the store's owner and chief designer.

The owner, a beautiful young woman in a simple dress with an apron over it, was busy taking measurements of Elstin.

At the same time, Allen was lying drowsily on the recliner in the office, enjoying the service provided by the shop assistants.

Allen was sleeping on a pair of plump thighs.

The black silk with golden patterns wrapped tightly around her, the smoothness of the fine fabric made him feel like he was in a dream. He couldn't help but rub his face against it, and his whole body appeared extremely relaxed.

The crisp ticking sound of the clock came from the corner of the room, as if even time had slowed down a lot. The breeze blew, and all the complicated thoughts before coming here were swept away at this moment.

I felt a long-lost peace in my heart.

The skirt and shirt were nowhere to be found, and this pair of black stockings was her only remaining treasure. The smooth and soft black stockings wrapped around her thighs and extended to her slender waist, with her small and cute belly button vaguely visible.

The triangular fence around the fragrant flower field was obviously well tended every day, without a trace of weeds, which was basic family education.

When Allen opened his eyes occasionally, he could see the pair of huge mountains on her chest.

The girl in black stockings not only provided him with a knee pillow, but also massaged his shoulders with her small hands. She felt Allen's body's reaction and carefully adjusted the strength in her hands.

While serving, she had a smile on her face, and her big eyes sometimes cast a smug look at her sister on the other side of the recliner.

On the other side of the recliner was the owner's little daughter kneeling, her vest already pulled down to her waist.

She respectfully took off Allen's shoes and socks. One of her fair hands was holding his heel and placing his foot on her forehead, while the other hand was massaging the sole of his foot.

She leaned over and kissed Allen's toes, offering a blessing from the God of Song and Joy.

While relieving his fatigue, she kept humming a lullaby, and it was obvious that she was fully devoted to this service.

The shop owner's youngest daughter is just at the age of a teenage girl. Her breasts and buttocks are not as plump as her sister's, but they are still of considerable size. Her skin is fair and tender, her waist is slender and strong, and her pair of upright and energetic breasts serve as insoles of her feet. The touch is very soft and elastic, and there is a small hard spot that rotates on the sole of her foot, which makes Allen feel very comfortable.