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Yesterday was the first night that our General arrived at his majestic Castle.
Our gallant General, three years ago, volunteered for battle before he could even share a room with his sister.
In essence, our dear General has yet to meet his cherished sister or myself.
So last night, as I enjoyed intimacy with the General's brother-in-law, he remained blissfully unaware!
After the General left, my beloved sister generously handed me an overflowing bag of golden coins.
"Take this wealth to your foster mother, but remember, exercise caution. We must not be discovered or we all face unimaginable consequences." Clara cautioned me.
"I understand, sister," I nodded.
"Please address me as 'my lady'." Clara barely spared me a glance and dismissed me.
I was sent off to chop firewood in the backyard.
Seeing my departure, the maid consoled her mistress, "My lady, endure patiently. Once Vanessa gives birth to an heir, I will poison Vanessa just like our former lady did to her own mother ten years ago! No one will ever discover my lady's unfortunate secret." Clara's eyes glittered with malice.
Their conversation, which I had inadvertently overheard, made me want to return and inform my sister about the General's situation. However, I heard more than I should have. Ten years ago, when I was only two, my mother passed away.
Once I deliver the child, it is my time to go. I suspect that my biological mother, who was also a prostitute, met her end at the hands of my stepmother.
At this moment, I felt so insignificant, inferior to those who sell their bodies in small brothels.
As I chopped wood, the voice of the housekeeper Bart chilled me to the bone, "You cheeky girl, why are you only rising at six o'clock? Don't you know that the General practices martial arts at five in the morning? You're on guard duty tonight at the church!"
"No, Bart Housekeeper, I..."
I was distraught; how could she reveal her body's exhaustion?
The inner courtyard affairs should be under the jurisdiction of the maids, who are loyal to my sister.
However, Bart, who considers himself the nephew of the maid, bullies the maid because the maid is alone and relies on him for support in old age. Therefore, the maid turns a blind eye.
That evening, the candlelight in the church was dim.
I entered the church holding a flint lighter. To my horror, a man's hot lips devoured mine, leaving me gasping for breath.
"Help! Release me..."
I was shocked; who could possibly dare such audacity?!
"Give it to me, I need it!"
The man reeked of alcohol and his throat convulsed with desire.
It seemed he was drunk.
After being passionately kissed, as soon as the man released me, I lost my balance.
My fragile body collapsed against the orange walls of the church, directly beneath Dustin's gaze.
The culprit turned out to be the General's brother-in-law!
By now, my clothes were torn open, revealing my milky white breasts.
Suddenly, Dustin was overwhelmed by an intense heat. His lower abdomen swelled up like magma.
"Brother-in-law, release me. This is a sacred place of worship. The saints are watching us."
I blushed crimson and hastily covered my exposed chest.
Through my clothing, Dustin brazenly grasped my soft spot.
Thanks to the maid's nourishing milk for half a year, even a light touch from Dustin caused my breasts to secrete delicious milk.
I couldn't help but tremble slightly.
My front garment was drenched, and the scent of milk permeated the church.
"Such a waste."
The frown deepened on Dustin's forehead, as he lifted the fabric to drink my milk directly in front of Jesus. Savoring every drop with fervor, afraid to miss any.
As I struggled to hold back tears, a humiliating feeling of shame continually assaulted my senses.
In an involuntary move, I embraced Dustin around his waist, sensing his body respond and realizing that I was about to relive our prior encounter.
I was both shocked and terrified, pushing him away.
Oh what audacity! The General dares to commit such scandalous acts before Jesus, truly a grave offense.
"Please stop, don't...Uncle, I'm your younger sister!"
"Silence!"
Dustin's authority silenced her fears.
Under the dim candlelight, the milky fluid flowed into Dustin's throat.
Sweet! Refreshing!
The pungent milk extinguished the fire within Dustin, easing his desire.
After much struggle, I could no longer stand, leaning heavily against Dustin.
When the General regained consciousness, he became anxious. Why did he feel the woman's flesh smelled like Clara from last night?
"Don't tell your sister. This money is for you!"
The money landed in the woman's hand, accompanied by a menacing threat. The woman couldn't contain her distress and began weeping.
Dustin left, leaving me alone in my disheveled state.
Morning exercise arrived as scheduled, and Dustin spotted the familiar figure.
This younger sister has become more alluring and tempting.
Dustin's eyes glittered with passion and desire.
"Uncle, I am here to serve you."
I nodded, unable to meet Dustin's gaze, but he playfully tipped my chin up.
"How do you intend to serve?"
Dustin teased.
He leaned closer, causing me to falter.
Having stayed awake at the church all night after being tormented, I felt dizzy and stumbled again into the man's arms.
This scene was witnessed by the rough maidservant, who looked at me with scornful eyes.
Shameless creature, even the General's bed isn't fit for a mere concubine like me. I'll inform the housekeeper!
I saw the maidservant hurry off, knowing she was in serious trouble!
"Uncle, if there are no other instructions, I will leave now." I had forced myself out this morning.
My body ached, especially when the maidservant scrutinized me, making me feel extremely uneasy.
"Come over! There's something I need you to attend to."
Dustin glanced down at his boots, motioning for me to enter the storage room to mend them.
In the General's eyes, it would be best if I obeyed like a dog.
But I am the General's younger sister, not a pet among generals.
My lips parted slightly, revealing a sea of shock in my eyes. Could the General possibly want her to administer medicine to detoxify in public?
Then, she hastily followed Dustin's gaze.
She saw that the General's boot had a hole in it. Dustin exercises vigorously, so it broke again.
"Haven't you finished mending my boots yet?"
Dustin laughed and extended one foot towards me, exuding an air of supreme arrogance.
I didn't hear clearly, assuming that Dustin was urging her.
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