Chapter 69 – Sylvia’s Day – 1
Nadiya went to Selim’s secret banquet on her own today, even though she was not lured into it. She is delighted and spreads her legs in front of her men.
This was proof that Nadiya was completely corrupted. And it was a scene symbolizing that Nadiya, who was originally the leader of the harem, had completely fallen into her hands, and that Helena had now become the new ruler of the harem.
Helena, who was on her knees on the floor, smiled and licked the glans of her man’s penis with his tongue as he stood proudly in front of her, watching Nadiya’s triple play of her. At some point, the man
“Ugh!”
She moaned and her penis exploded as her body her her her stiffened. Milky white protein clumps stretched out from her stems and covered Helena’s beautiful face.
Nadiya visited Selim’s secret banquet the next day, and the day after that. Now she no longer worried, nor did she make excuses to deceive herself, that it was to prevent the corruption of her son.
When the time came, she got ready by humming with excitement in her heart. She put on her makeup carefully and looked in the mirror, admiring her own beautiful body in an embarrassing outfit with only a golden cloth covering her vagina.
The woman’s body reflected in the mirror was truly perfect. Her overall body is slender without any flab, and only her breasts and buttocks stick out, and her waist in the middle is bent like a cliff, drawing a clear S line.
It’s hard to believe that she is a woman in her mid-30s, and her excellent body proves how much care she has put into maintaining it.
Nadiya smiled with satisfaction that she was not just a high-ranking woman, but also possessed the highest level of beauty compared to just a woman.
The woman in the mirror was so attractive. And when Nadiya attended her banquet, she was not interested in her power or status; she was only interested in how attractive she would be to her man.
Nadiya used to worry about whether to decorate herself as extravagantly as possible by wearing chandelier earrings and a long necklace dangling down to her breasts, whether to make the accessories as simple as possible to optimize the enjoyment of sex, or how high the heels of her high heels should be.
Now Nadiya has admitted that she is a lewd masochist. In fact, she was so lustful that even after the death of the previous sultan, she could not forget sex and enjoy sex with women?
Her instincts, which had begun to awaken as she tasted Helena’s penis, were in full bloom as she experienced a penis with her man.
Is it because it’s been such a long time? Once she experienced sex with her man, Nadiya was quickly drawn into the fun, as if she had tasted her meat.
It was so fun to see her man inserting his big, thick penis deep into her pussy and fucking her hard. It was surprisingly fantastic for her to be attacked by several men.
It was fun that she had never experienced before when she only had sex with sultans, but once she experienced it, it was amazing. At Selim’s secret banquet, Nadiya’s pussy was constantly attacked by her men who kept attacking her.
That meant her pussy was always full of penis. I liked it so much. The unstoppable feast of sex blew Nadiya’s body sky high.
She also worked hard at sucking and fondling her man’s penis. She felt joy every time she felt his penis growing in her pretty white hands or in her mouth.
She was amazed that her own skills were that good, and her body heated up as she imagined her penis, which she had grown, penetrating her own pussy in a moment. No, before that, she was feeling masochistic pleasure from her granddaughter and her stepdaughter themselves.
She had always taken a serving attitude during sex with her predecessor, the Sultan, so she actually didn’t find it too awkward to serve her man.
In the end, as Helena saw clearly, all women had the temperament of a lustful masochist. The female body itself is made in such a way that it can be attacked.
Even Helena herself takes a sadist position when it comes to sex with women, but doesn’t she fawn over her man, calling herself a complete bitch? In this respect, the same was true for Empress Nadiya, the absolute power of the Ottoman Empire.
The last tool Nadiya had to protect her pride was a mask. The presence of that golden mask, which covers only the top of her face but clearly hides her identity, perfectly kept the secret that Nadiya was the Queen Mother.
Thanks to this, Nadiya was able to pass off as just one of the women attending Selim’s secret banquets. She was then able to enjoy her group orgy to her her heart’s content without worrying about her being embarrassed by revealing the secret that she was the Empress Dowager.
It also served as a tool that allowed men who knew nothing to play with and humiliate Nadiya’s lustful body without hesitation. Of course, Turgut had more fun as he was convinced that she was Nadiya.
However, the secret caused by the mask was actually pregnant with greater misfortune. Helena, who had planned this banquet from the beginning, knew her secrets well, and she was spinning the Ottoman harem in a cunning web of intrigue.
Sylvia was looking at her naked body her in the mirror, stroking her back and forth. The woman she saw reflected in the mirror was dazzlingly beautiful. Her skin was as white and smooth as her snow, and her V-line face was in perfect harmony with her features.
Her face was so pretty that not only men but also women fell in love with it. She boasted such perfect beauty that one would wonder if she was created by God herself. In particular, I was impressed by her her deep, clear cobalt blue eyes like a lake, her sharp nose, and her lustful red lips.
Her face harmonized well with the silver blond hair that framed it. Sylvia’s silver hair hung down below her waist, was truly the ultimate beauty.
Her body was also perfect. She draws a fantastic S line, coming out where she needs to come out and going in where she needs to go. In particular, her breasts and buttocks were so big that even the full moon seemed small.
On the other hand, her waist was as narrow as an ant’s waist, and her limbs were smooth and without any flab. Her thighs she couldn’t even reach her man’s forearms. Not only men but also women were envious and amazed at how she could have such a slender body with just her breasts and buttocks the size of a watermelon.
She was truly the beauty of beauties, and she deserved to be considered the most beautiful woman in the Pent Empire. After Helena left for the East, there was no woman in the Pent Empire who could dare compete with Sylvia in beauty.
Silvia, reaffirming the superiority of her own beauty her, smiled her satisfied smile her her her. She also ascended to the position of Empress when her husband Jonathan, became Emperor.
In other words, Sylvia was the most noble woman in the current empire. But she was more pleased with the fact that she was very beautiful and very attractive to men than with the nobility of her own rank.
After taking a moment to admire her own appearance and feel proud of herself, Sylvia soon set to work on her preparations. She was preparing to attend a special event that took place every night.
First, she applied her makeup thoroughly, and her already beautiful appearance became even more bewitching. She was so sexy that even her stone Buddha turned around her.
She then put on her accessories, including earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, and anklets, and wore a black dress that went well with her silver hair over her naked body.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She did not wear a petticoat or girdle, let alone a bra or panties. In fact, it had already been almost two years since she went without wearing her underwear, and now her underwear felt cumbersome.
The black dress she was sleeveless, and the skirt her was so short that it barely covered half of her thighs. In other words, as soon as someone pulls down their sleeves or lifts their skirt, their bare breasts and pussy are immediately revealed.
However, despite her noble status as an empress, Sylvia was a woman who felt thrilling pleasure from the risk of being exposed.
Finally, after putting on the 15cm high heels that were too high and dizzying for her to walk properly, Sylvia left her living quarters.
As she walked down the stone-paved path, the heels of her high heels hit the floor, making a clear, clean sound. The heels of the high heels were high and sharp enough to look dangerous, but Sylvia, who was used to high heels, walked briskly without much shaking.
The place where Sylvia arrived was the main palace of the Imperial Palace of the Pent Empire and the place where her emperor usually took care of his affairs. Daejeon, located in the center, was large enough to accommodate thousands of people.
Sylvia entered one of the many waiting rooms next to Daejeon. There were many familiar women there. They were the maids and maids of the imperial palace, ladies from noble families, ladies, and priestesses of Vesta. She was a woman I not only encountered frequently, but also at nightly events.
They were all beautiful. Her body was also slim and had clear curves. In fact, if she wasn’t pretty, she couldn’t be invited to this event, so the fact that she came here was proof that she was a famous beauty even in Siren, the capital of the Pent Empire.
Of course, among all the beauties, Sylvia, a peerless beauty, was shining particularly splendidly. Silvia boasted of her fantastic beauty, as if she were alone in a colorless world.
The women greeted Sylvia warmly, and she, along with the other women, including Ethel, Violet, and Beatrice, hugged each other and kissed her cheek. Since they were all in the same situation, the sense of homogeneity was quite strong in that respect.
After her greeting her, Sylvia, like other women, prepared to attend her event. She usually had dozens of maids and maids by her side to help her dress up, but today she had to prepare alone.
No, it was like this every night. At the night’s events, she realized that Silvia was no longer an empress but merely a sex slave. And it was the same for other women.
Sylvia first fixed her makeup and then took off the black dress she was wearing. As her dazzling naked body was once again revealed, the women around her gasped in exclamation. Among her, there was a woman who sighed with envy.
After taking off her clothes, Sylvia found the uniform already provided in her waiting room. Her her previous uniform her her her was a mini apron that barely covered her vagina over her naked body her her her. Her entire upper body, including her breasts, was exposed, but her pussy was still slightly covered.
But it was different now. Now I don’t wear any clothes or even a mini apron on my naked body. Not only the breasts and buttocks, but also the vagina, the most precious part of a woman, must be exposed without any covering.
These days, in addition to accessories and high heels, the uniforms worn by women at night events, or rather, the items that are better described as tools rather than uniforms, were colorful dog collars and masks.
Sylvia wore a black dog collar around her neck that matched her gorgeous silver blonde hair. When she wore the dog collar, she felt like she really was a bitch, which secretly made her even more excited.
Then she picked up her black mask and put it on her face. The mask, mainly used for masquerades, was decorated with colorful patterns, but it covered only the upper part of her face, leaving the lower part of her face, including her nose and lips, exposed.
But that was enough for her to hide her identity. Eyes are what determines a person’s impression. Even if you cover your eyes, it is difficult to recognize someone.
Silvia smiled brightly after confirming that it was difficult to recognize her with the mask on her and that her her identity her her her her was hidden. Now everything is ready to attend the event.
Sylvia entered the main hall of the imperial palace with her graceful steps. In her hall, there were already hundreds of naked women like her, wearing dog collars and wearing colorful masks, the only thing they had in common was that they covered only the top of her face.
Normally, Daejeon was a solemn occasion where the emperor discussed political affairs with his ministers. In Daejeon, which was large enough to accommodate thousands of people, SS soldiers sometimes came in and suffered fever.
However, in today’s Daejeon, there was no way to find such solemnity or solemnity. There was only lustful lust.
Instead of middle-ranking officials or armed soldiers dressed in red velvet suits, the place was filled with hundreds of naked women walking around, and it already felt like a very crude brothel rather than Daejeon.
The women were busy preparing for the event. Sylvia immediately joined and worked hard. She set up the table and chairs, and placed glasses and forks on the table. She displayed wine, cheese, snacks, etc. On a very large square table on one side of Daejeon.
As time passed, men and the guests of honor for the event began to flock. Unlike women, men dressed properly and did not wear dog collars or masks.
They each sat at the table and chatted. Naked women walked between the tables and served them. They delivered wine, cheese, and snacks to the men. Some women were ready to serve the men and do whatever they asked.
As evidenced by the fact that women worked naked without even a single layer of clothing, such service did not end at the level of simply running errands for alcohol.
