Wolf's True Love, the Shady Luna

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As I delicately stitched the boots, a massive resistance suddenly caught me. I couldn't move and had to just lift my head slightly.

Oh dear! It wasn't until I lifted my gaze that her eyes widened alarmingly.

Her eyes met Dustin's groin, causing her to freeze in place.

Dustin was enveloped by an intense fire, with nowhere to vent it. He loosened his belt somewhat and forcefully pushed me down on all fours.

My dear brother-in-law, he compelled me to perform oral s*x for him.

The woman, forced onto her knees, faced the commanding gaze of our esteemed general.

"Brother-in-law, please don't..."

I whispered so softly that even the man couldn't hear me, not knowing what I was saying myself.

In my panic, I noticed the door hadn't been closed properly.

Should any servant accidentally wander into this room, I would once again become the laughingstock of Twilight Castle, with all sorts of vile rumors echoing around.

My tender breasts were seized by Dustin, who greedily absorbed his antidote from them.

"Brother-in-law, I beseech you, my sister will be displeased if she sees this!"

Realizing my helplessness, I could only implore General Dustin to close the door. How audacious to have the door wide open during daylight hours!

General Dustin gave a chilling smile, tossed the jade pendant from his waist, and slammed the door shut.

"Be silent, do not utter another word!"

Dustin's scorching lips fiercely landed on my snow-white skin.

The man casually discarded his jade belt and the woman's embroidered corset hung on the door latch.

I collapsed onto the warm bedding, my radiant body stretched out, akin to a storm-battered hibiscus after the rain.

Perhaps the deafening sound of the tempest attracted the attention of the outer courtyard steward.

Bart, worried about the danger facing the general, knocked on the door of the storage room: "General, is there anything I can assist you with?"

Inside the storage room, every corner exuded a sensual fragrance.

I was straddling the general's muscular waist, clutching the intricate scars on his back.

With my eyes tightly shut, I breathed gently, my softness becoming red and swollen under Dustin's absorption.

Suddenly, the unexpected noise outside disrupted Dustin's pleasure. Dustin grudgingly pulled away from my neck, "Retreat!"

"Yes, yes, yes, General!"

Bart rubbed his head and had no choice but to turn and leave.

Outside the martial arts field, the soldiers' training voices echoed ceaselessly.

Dustin's ravenous moans drowned out the sounds of the soldiers' training.

One was training outdoors while the other was training indoors, their voices intertwined, creating a provocative atmosphere.

I had no interest in playing games with Dustin, gingerly pushing against his body.

Dustin's thin lips bit into the woman's neck, his large hands firmly clasping my slender waist.

"You must endure as I command."

The commanding presence of the general overwhelmed my resistance.

Reluctantly, I prayed silently that others wouldn't guess at the scandalous act they were performing here.

The whimper was stifled, and the grievance was buried deep within my heart.

Our esteemed general has exceptional physical strength. After such strenuous exercise, he continued to exert himself on me with such intensity that I felt like dying. This caused me great pain.

However, how could a morning workout go unnoticed when the general was absent from the martial arts field?

Finally, the door to the storage room was opened by our esteemed general. Bart quickly approached, finding both men dressed impeccably, without any signs of unusual activity.

Soon, a peculiar smell filled Bart's nostrils. Bart, being no innocent, knew exactly what this scent signified.

"Dustin donned his stitched boots and gracefully departed." I yearned to leave, but I was abruptly halted by the dignified housekeeper Bart. "Explain! How did you ensnare our esteemed general? Your sister is our lady wife! How could you betray your own relative?" A lowly maidservant who attained the position of a minor concubine was considered a blessing in itself; how dare she use her seductive charm on her lord!

"I assure you, I have not. I am merely fulfilling my duties." I found myself at a loss for words, my hands awkwardly dangling.

"Duties? To climb into the general's bed?" Bart scolded with an icy tone.

"Housekeeper! My only aspiration is to remain humble and respect my station." I bowed my head, kneeling humbly on the floor.

Bart snorted, causing beads of sweat to fall from my forehead onto the ground. After some time, when everyone had dispersed, I took a deep breath. She assumed that this matter was over, but during her daily chores, she still felt the uncomfortable glances of others and heard numerous derisive laughs.

After enduring these taunts for days, I was summoned to the ancestral hall by Dove, a woman of great authority. At this moment, Bart, who seemed to be conspiring, added fuel to the fire: "She has been subtly flirting with the general, hoping to ascend the social ladder." Bart's words hit me like a slap in the face.

"You, come here!" Dove commanded with dignity. Dove, being the mother of the general, was held in high regard. I felt a chill run down my spine.

She approached slowly, and Dove scrutinized her from top to bottom. Her figure was indeed pleasing, and she possessed a certain allure, reminiscent of a Jiangnan beauty.

"Her physique seems somewhat frail," Dove observed. However, due to her humble status, even as a maidservant, it was not suitable.

"Dove madam, one must consider that everyone desires advancement. If we all emulate her behavior, chaos would ensue within the castle." The outer courtyard housekeeper Bart added more salt to the wound, belittling her to the point of worthlessness.

The idea of appointing her as a maidservant was quickly dismissed by Bart after a few remarks from him. "Bart, what do you propose?" Dove asked, leaving the decision up to him.

"Our general is still young, and the maids in the castle are eyeing him like a juicy piece of meat. As a warning, she should be punished for something she holds dear - her monthly stipend!" Bart calculated that he could extract additional wealth from this.

Soon, Clara entered, addressing Dove, "My daughter-in-law greets you, Mother. Allow me to handle this matter." Under Bart's instigation, Dove decided to deduct a year's salary from me, but this suggestion was swiftly rejected by the lady. In that moment, I was grateful for my sister. After all, I needed the money to save my foster mother.

A decade ago, my biological mother fell critically ill, and it was my foster mother who took us in. To save money for my foster mother's treatment, my living conditions were already subpar. Other maids could enjoy a taste of meat every other week, while I barely had enough food to sustain life, appearing sallow and thin.