Chapter 872 - Femme Fatale

Chapter 872 - Femme Fatale

Myla called her heart and decided to play along.
Over 15 girls have already died due to being pleasured day in and day out with almost no rest.
She was already in hell, so why not take a chance?
She bit her lip firmly and nodded slightly in agreement.
Alright, all she had to do was play along.
"Y-y-you... I already said that today's my free day."
Vincent held her firmly, while she on the other hand, began struggling.
"Hahahahahahahahah."
Many saw this behaviour as usual and began laughing while enjoying her struggling like a little rabbit caught by a big bad wolf.
With that, the duo strategically left the scene.
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"Alright.
How many of you were taken?"
"102, sir?
But 15 are already dead."
"Hmm."
Vincent held her hand and pulled her along vigilantly until they came close to 5 huge tents that were just like those massive canopies that could fit at least 20 people in each.
Vincent stepped in playfully and came face to face with a bunch of men grinding and exhausting the women in the tent.
Dammit!
This was a problem.
He casually went to the other tents and realized that the situation was more or less the same.
The women had no lives while in the camp.
Either they cooked, distributed food, cleaned themselves up or started in the canopies.
They weren't allowed to do anything else or go anywhere else.
Vincent looked at Myla and nodded before yawning exaggeratedly.
And right on cue, someone called him while Myla went into one of the tents.
"Brat!
Where have you been?
Aye!
Old Ganda wants to tell his stupid jokes again."
One of the men in his unit placed a hand over his shoulders and dragged him away.
Seeing this, Myla knew what to do.
She strategically discovered playfully to her fellow sisters, and just like that, the word passed on.
When one woman or girl was informed of the plan, she would strategically leave the men and another who already knew the plan would take her place in keeping the enemy knights satisfied.
And while the men were in ecstasy, some women already began collecting the men's clothes.
Others tied their hair like a man's while riding on the man they were on.
Not too long after everyone began preparing, Captain Jennie and 3 other women in the unit were dragged into the tents by the soldiers in the unit.
Anyone who saw this would think that they were just one of the women within the camp.
Jennie whispered playfully in one of the lady's ears and carefully distributed some items around.
As of now, some of the men in the unit had also strategically surrounded the place.
Some acted tired and laid on the ground, while others just gossiped and praised Prince Winston instead.
But no matter what they did, their eyes never left these tents for one second.
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One of the enemy knights currently being serviced by 3 women couldn't help but feel like a king.
Oh?
Finally, these ladies had learned to be more submissive.
These days, they had to slap them, pinch them and do so much just to get them to give in.
But now, it seems like these women finally know their place as servicers for knights.
This was the service that they deserved.
After all, when war comes, who else would be willing to fight for these women?
It was a win-win situation for all.
These 3 women massaged and kissed him all over, leaving him in bliss.
"Yes... Yes... That's it."
He closed his eyes to enjoy the feelings that overwhelmed him.
But who could tell him why he felt pain instead?
Pshu.
He opened his eyes in shock to realize that a dagger had been sent right through his throat by the woman on top of him.
His eyes dilated as he struggled to move or tell for help.
But the other 2 that also serviced him covered his mouth and held him down.
'Hmmmmmmmmm'
He muffled loudly, but the women screamed in ecstasy to cover up his sounds.
Even the manner in which the women surrounded him blocked anyone from seeing what was truly going on.
The enemy knight felt his body growing weaker by the second, and his breathing was heavier as well.
He tried taking in air through his mouth since his nostrils didn't seem to let in any.
With his mouth covered, he felt like he was drowning in a deep sea.
Nothing was going to his brain, and his body was failing.
F***!
He was unwilling!
How can a man die in the hands of a woman?
Generally, he was always a vigilant person.
And even though many empires had already been letting women join in battle, many Deifer knights belonging to the high-ranking nobles still believed that it was ridiculous.
Women were there to breed strong warriors, continue the family lineage and entertain their husbands.
So how can a 14-year-old girl pit him?
1,2,3,4,5.
In a span of 5 seconds, he was gone.
But did these ladies dare to relax?
Not a chance!
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"Quickly, we only have 3 minutes to leave."
The women in all tenets wore the male clothes of these men and tired stings distributed earlier around their waists and h.i.p.s to make the clothes fit them more.
Following that, they rubbed dirt all over their bodies because, unlike the men... ever since they got here, they had been required to take baths twice a day since they would be servicing people a lot.
Additionally, they needed to remain pretty for maximum pleasure during intimacy.
After all, no one wanted to sleep with something that smelt like an Ogre or was dirty.
So from far away, the men could always spot these women because they had long hair and were way cleaner than those in the can't, leaving their skins glowing.
Now, the ladies had mellowed down that glow and tied their hair as men did.
Jennie and a few others had previously passed along some fake mustaches made from sheep hair, dyed black and trimmed.
Some even had placed them on their chests to show that they had very thick chest hair, while others stuffed their chests, sides and backs with fake pillows to make them look bigger.
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Time moved quickly, and soon, 3 minutes was up.
Vincent and 5 others entered one of the tents.
"Remember!
Walk like a man, act tough and let your voice be rough.
Only by blending in properly can we successfully escape without any delays.
Is everyone ready?"
The women nodded thoughtfully.
"Alright then, let's go."
Now was time for the hard part.