CHAPTER 56: OUR LOWER BODIES... ARE QUITE DIFFERENT

"You wish!" The Azure Dragon said furiously.

"I’d rather endure any punishment than mate with a lowly human like you!"

Although the Azure Dragon and the Vermilion Bird were known as divine beasts, this was only because they sought profit and avoided harm, believing that cooperation with humans brought greater benefits.

Deep down, they looked down on humans just as much as Taotie did.

In ancient times, many highly-cultivated human Wizards had sought to become their cultivation partners, but all were resolutely rejected.

If they weren’t even willing to become equals, how could they ever consent to being a human’s sex slave?

The Azure Dragon knew that a master could punish a slave with pain, but having fought in countless battles and endured countless injuries, she naturally regarded pain as trivial—and by extension, she regarded Lucas as trivial.

But the Azure Dragon had forgotten: the blood contract between Lucas and them was far more thorough, far more irresistible, than any ancient master-slave pact.

The moment her defiant words were spoken, Lucas took control of her body, forcing her onto all fours, kneeling like a bitch.

"You—!"

With her beautiful face pressed toward the floor, the Azure Dragon remembered Lucas’s absolute control over her body, more terrifying than any master-slave contract she had ever known—and immediately fell silent.

"Master, please, do not be impatient." Unable to bear the sight of the Azure Dragon’s humiliating posture, the Vermilion Bird gracefully stepped forward. Her voice was soft and placating.

"The Azure Dragon and I are both great demons, not of the same kind as you, Master. Though we take human form, our lower bodies... are quite different."

With that, she lifted the hem of her wine-red gown, revealing her full, pale thighs, and between them—plump, light-red labia and a delicate, slender vaginal opening.

Unlike the human women Lucas had commanded before, the Vermilion Bird’s pubic hair was the same rich burgundy as the hair on her head.

She had thought this unusual sight might shock or repulse him, but instead, his eyes lit up with interest.

The Vermilion Bird could only watch as the young human male crouched down, gripped her rounded buttocks, and brought his mouth firmly against her labia in a deep, wet kiss.

That kiss made the hundred-thousand-year-old virgin’s body tremble. A soft moan escaped her throat, and a rush of warmth flowed from deep within her passage, slightly dampening her beautiful wine-red curls.

Though Lucas had a preference for hairless women, this vividly colored pubis held a unique appeal for him.

Unlike human women, the Vermilion Bird’s lower body carried no unpleasant odor—only an intoxicating, fragrant aroma.

He extended his tongue, gently collecting a drop of nectar that hung at her entrance, and found it sweet and delicious.

Encouraged, Lucas continued, his tongue tracing soft, repeated strokes along the edges of her labia, gradually coaxing them apart to reveal the deeper red within and the small, delicate clit at the apex.

Sometimes he swirled around her clit, teasing and stimulating; other times it dipped into her entrance, circling near the barrier of her maidenhood.

As his tongue grew tired and sore, the flow of her arousal increased. Some of it he drank; the rest trickled down her thighs onto the floor.

Wave after wave of novel, intense pleasure rushed to her brain, until the Vermilion Bird’s legs could barely support her, trembling faintly all the while.

She covered her mouth with one hand, struggling to hold back her cries, but soft, breathy sounds still escaped through her fingers, flushing her pale cheeks a deep rose.

Cunnilingus was truly tiring work. Lucas had intended to bring this hundred-millennia-old virgin to climax with his tongue alone, but when his muscle grew too sore, he reluctantly gave up.

"How was it?" Even without a climax, the Vermilion Bird’s pleasure had been very real. Lucas asked with smug satisfaction, "Being my sex slave isn’t so bad, is it?"

"Not... not bad..." Her mind still hazy with interrupted pleasure, her throat itching to push his head back between her legs, the Vermilion Bird was brought back to reality by a cold snort from the Azure Dragon. "But both the Azure Dragon and I would prefer to be your martial slaves."

"Hmph. Stubborn and unyielding," Lucas said impatiently.

Since soft methods didn’t work, he would use hard ones, he would make these relics of a bygone era witness the training methods of a new-era master.

He led them out of the extradimensional space and made them stand against the wall, eyes wide open, observing carefully what was about to unfold.

Sarah emerged from the bathroom, completely naked, her exquisite body steaming with warmth.

She glanced briefly at the two additional beauties in the room, paying them no mind, and walked directly to Lucas’s side. Rubbing against his arm, she said in a cooing voice, "Master, the main event is about to begin~ Watch closely as I train Mother."

Lucas nodded excitedly, retrieving the Slave-Control Whip and handing it to Sarah. Then he released the speech restriction on Jennifer. A training session without feedback from the subject would be terribly dull.

Sarah walked up to Jennifer, lightly snapping the whip. With a smile, she said, "Mother, did you ever imagine a day would come when your own daughter would be the one training you?"

"How did you become like this?" Countless words swirled in Jennifer’s heart, but all that emerged was one pained question and a soft sigh.

"Because you abandoned me, Mother." Sarah still smiled, but her eyes gradually turned icy. "Father hated me, my stepmother bullied me, my brother distrusted me. Only Master loves me, treats me well. So I had no choice but to throw myself into his arms and let him cherish me."

Her words were half-truth, half-lie, but the resentment between the lines was palpable not only to Jennifer, but even to the observing Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird.

"I don’t believe it." Jennifer refused to accept that Sarah had willingly become like this. Her voice trembled slightly. "You were forced, weren’t you? That vile bastard forced you, didn’t he?"

"Even if that were true, what right do you have to question me, Mother?" Sarah deftly sidestepped a direct answer. "Were you by my side? Did you protect me?"

If you hadn’t abandoned me, if you had stayed by my side and shielded me, I wouldn’t have become this person—these were the words Sarah left unspoken, but Jennifer understood them perfectly.

"I’m sorry... I’m so sorry..." Jennifer said, guilt weighing heavily on her. "But it’s not too late now. We can... we can resist together—"

"It’s too late, Mother." Sarah ignored her pleas. She raised the long whip and brought it down across the face that shared sixty or seventy percent of her own features, leaving a dark red lash mark.

The pain made Jennifer scream—but she keenly noticed that the struck area also produced a faint, surprising flicker of pleasure, a tingling numbness that shocked her long-dormant senses.