The fox girl's body was sensitive, but she was experienced. She pressed against Dexa's back, one hand passing under her armpit, the other resting on her abdomen, fingertips curled.
She shot a glance at Karl, her fingertips skillfully assisting with some preliminary preparations.
Dexa's body trembled slightly, but she didn't resist. She stopped thinking, allowing herself to avoid dwelling on chaotic thoughts.
She told herself that everything she was doing now was meaningful.
Every sacrifice was for the rescue of her companions.
This was her atonement.
"So tight." Karl felt it clearly. The experience with a purebred wolf girl was quite similar to humans; there was nothing particularly special.
After Furan guided Dexa for a while,
her mouth slightly parted, her tongue protruding a little, and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth down to her chin.
Just two days ago, they were mortal enemies.
Today, the young girl sat on him, displaying such an expression. The world truly was wondrous.
Karl actively reached out, pulling the young girl into his embrace, and at the same time, encompassed Furan behind her, holding both the wolf girl and the fox girl.
It was a novel experience.
"Bastard..."
Furan gritted her teeth, her face unwilling, but she didn't resist.
That night,
Karl kept at it until dawn.
Furan woke up in a daze. When she got up, she felt only aches and pains in her lower back. Her ears twitched, hearing a "thump-thump" sound from nearby.
She frowned and turned her head to see Karl holding one of Dexa's jade-like legs, spreading her feet into a straight line, and still going at it.
Dexa's ears drooped, her eyes glazed over, clearly in a state of prolonged trance. Her fair skin was covered in bruises, alternating between blue and purple.
She had clearly endured a long period of torment.
"Karl?"
Furan frowned, a flicker of pity in her eyes. Usually, Karl would torment four to five women, but today he had only tormented Dexa.
Moreover, she had only been 'developed' last night.
She truly worried that this vice-commander of the Snow Wolf Knights Templar would be tormented to the point of a life-threatening condition.
"Hey, good morning." Karl saw her wake up and smiled at her. He was still holding Dexa's jade-like leg, and his thrusting didn't stop.
"You were at it all night?" Furan even suspected Karl wanted to kill her. Now, looking at Dexa's state, it was already extremely bad.
"Yeah." Karl suddenly narrowed his eyes, his muscles tensing, then he sat down contentedly, not pulling out of Dexa.
He just held her in his arms like a pet.
"Don't worry, she's a Sixth-tier expert. Even with her magic suppressed, she won't break so easily."
"..." Furan rationally knew Karl was right.
But seeing this wolf girl, who was only as big as her daughter, reduced to a rag doll, she couldn't help but feel some pity.
"Let her rest for a while."
Furan, holding her fox tail, actively crawled in front of Karl. Perhaps the pitiful sight of the wolf girl stirred some of her maternal instincts.
She wanted to replace Dexa, to let her rest for a while.
Karl looked at the widowed fox girl crawling over, her figure mature and graceful: "Don't you need to rest?"
"Hmm?" Furan was surprised by Karl's concern for a moment, then shook her head and said, "It's okay."
"Oh, then quickly get dressed and go supervise the catapults." Karl waved his hand: "This is a very important part of attacking Snow Peak Fortress."
"..." Furan's face alternated between green and pale. She silently got dressed and stood up.
As she reached the door,
Karl's voice came from behind: "Oh, and call a Dark Elf of at least the Fifth-tier. I have a task for her."
"Yes, Lord Karl!!" Furan struggled to control her anger and slammed the door shut.
"Tsk." Karl pouted: "I thought she was a strategic hero unit. Her emotional control needs improvement."
As he spoke, he saw Dexa's body move, showing signs of recovering from her trance.
Karl didn't hesitate and entered her again.
Immediately, the wolf girl's unique low "awoo" moan of sorrow echoed through the room.
Not long after,
a Dark Elf entered the room, wearing leather armor, and saluted Karl.
Karl handed her a prepared letter: "Deliver this letter to San Marino City. Make sure it reaches Aisha's hands."
"Yes!" The Dark Elf didn't hesitate and vanished the next second.
Outside the wooden house, not far away,
Furan clutched her abdomen. The organs of a purebred fox were too small, so every time she finished with Karl, it took a long time to recover.
She took the letter from the Dark Elf's hand and opened it.
The letter wasn't even sealed, implying he knew she would read it and didn't care.
Furan's eyes quickly scanned the letter.
The content was simple: it informed Aisha, the acting city lord of San Marino City, that the entire Northland's attention and main forces were currently focused on Snow Peak Fortress.
It instructed Aisha to seize this opportunity to capture nearby cities.
Furan finished reading and briefly checked it; it was just a regular letter, with no other secrets.
If that acting city lord named Aisha caused trouble in the rear, it could also alleviate some of their frontal pressure.
"Here, hurry up and deliver it to the recipient." Furan handed the letter back to the Dark Elf.
"Yes." The Dark Elf took the letter, and her figure vanished.
Evening arrived.
Furan returned to the wooden house and saw Dexa lying in a daze as she entered. She frowned. All day today, Karl had tormented the wolf girl whenever she regained some awareness.
Does he like it that much?
Furan suspected Karl truly had a problem.
She grumbled inwardly but immediately brought up the main topic.
"All twenty catapults are completed."
"Good." Karl smiled: "Next, after the Monster Beast Legion hunts, don't throw away any internal organs they don't eat. Collect them, mix them with feces, and find a way to package them."
"..." Furan's mouth twitched. She felt her entire fox self was not well.
Chapter 212: The wolf girl Is Broken
"Awoo~!" Dexa's two ears perked up, a groan escaped from her abdomen, and her small body went limp, softly collapsing to the ground, allowing her fair skin to get covered in dirt.
Karl pulled the rope in his hand.
Dexa immediately propped herself up with her hands, squatted, and stuck out her tongue, diligently cleaning little Karl, working very hard, not missing a single crevice.
Furan stood to the side, her long legs clamping her fox tail, watching Karl with extreme wariness.
She had recently maintained at least a meter's distance from Karl.
She had watched this proud vice-commander of the Snow Wolf Legion, a Sixth-tier expert, who had once wanted to devour Karl alive, completely abandon her dignity in just a few days.
She now lay in front of Karl like a caged pet dog.
Furan could no longer see any pride in her eyes. It was as if she had completely given up thinking and was living purely as an animal.
She withdrew her gaze and said seriously: "I have prepared the foul matter as you requested."
"Quite efficient." Karl's gaze was entirely on Dexa. This wolf girl had broken even faster than he expected.
It wasn't because he had any special techniques, or that Dexa had any special preferences.
It was simply because Dexa's pride as the vice-commander of the Snow Wolf Legion made her blame the failure and guilt on her own erroneous command.
And giving up thinking, tormenting herself, allowed her to feel atonement.
Simply put, her moral standards were too high.
Under Karl's PUA, she yearned to alleviate her psychological guilt through self-torment.
"Such a good girl." Karl reached out and stroked her fluffy wolf ears: "You're a dog. When you bite, you should learn to wag your tail, you know."
Dexa's body hesitated for a moment, and the wolf tail behind her swayed stiffly.
Furan's brows furrowed together, a flicker of pity in her eyes, and she asked: "What's the next step? Grand Duke Sophie's main force, the vanguard, can reach Snow Peak Fortress within a month. By then, it will be difficult for us to resist."
"How many prisoners are left?" Karl cupped Dexa's chin. The young girl's cheeks were tender, and the sensation was nice when little Karl rubbed against them.
When he mentioned prisoners, Dexa's body visibly trembled, and her unfocused eyes cleared slightly.
"Around eighty people left." Furan replied.
"Good. Same old rules. Select twenty people, have them operate the catapults, and hurl those foul things at Snow Peak Fortress." Karl patted Dexa's head.
She immediately stood up, propped herself against a large tree with both hands, and bent over.
"Slap!" Karl slapped her behind.
Dexa cried out in pain, trying to arch her back.
Karl skillfully lifted her wolf tail, gripped her slender waist, and began thrusting, while also instructing: "After three days of hurling, they will gain their freedom. Go arrange it."
Upon hearing that her subordinates could once again gain freedom, Dexa's eyes once again lost focus, becoming hazy, and she stuck out her tongue, emitting a series of passionate "whimpers."
Her voice was loud, unsuppressed, as if she were completely controlled by desire.
"Yes." Furan felt pain just watching. Karl had twenty, and this small wolf girl, after days of continuous 'development',
could now easily accommodate him from behind. Looking at her expression, she seemed to be still immersed in this extreme, frantic pain.
This wolf girl was truly broken.
Although she felt pity, if it were her, she would have simply killed her.
Naturally, she wouldn't be so saintly as to criticize Karl's actions. She turned to arrange Karl's task.
"Oh, right." Karl suddenly spoke: "There are many poisonous plants in the deep forest. Does the Monster Beast Legion have anyone who knows about these?"
"Poisonous plants?" Furan frowned: "These are common knowledge for survival in the Gloomy Deep Forest."
"Good. When you hunt, collect more of them." Karl thrust hard, slamming the little wolf girl against the big tree, one hand embracing her petite body:
"Pay more attention to fungi."
"Yes." Furan felt that collecting mushrooms and such was much more acceptable than collecting those foul things.
Inside Snow Peak Fortress, the air was filled with an atmosphere more suffocating than defeat.
The soldiers could only helplessly hold their ground within the city, allowing the enemy to provoke them daily with strange melodies, singing and dancing outside, powerless to do anything.
Now, their minds were filled with those catchy tunes.
They constantly drilled into their ears even when sleeping.
It was extreme mental torment.
But the orders they received were to hold fast, not to leave the city. Everyone was simmering with suppressed anger.
Inside the main hall of the fortress,
White Pheasant's face was ashen, her eyes burning with suppressed rage, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
Leona stood to the side, carefully observing her expression: "Lord White Pheasant, regarding the released prisoners, I suggest we temporarily not allow them to rejoin the ranks."
White Pheasant's eyes instantly narrowed into slits, capable of spitting fire. She spun around abruptly, staring at Leona, her voice icy: "Are you suggesting that some of the elites of the Snow Wolf Legion have betrayed us?"
Leona cursed inwardly, but dared not show the slightest expression on his face.
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