Chapter 92 – Saint Kidnapped Case – 9
“Hmm…”
Helena was tapping her table with her pretty, white fingers, with one hand resting on her chin. Even when she was lost in thought, she was so beautiful that all men passing by could not take their eyes off her.
What troubled her now was the safety of her saintess Seria. Where are you and what are you doing? She has already been missing for a week. You might sneer at her for a day or two where she’ll be messing around with her guys, but a week is a different story. Furthermore, there was no way that Seria would miss her favorite orgy party for seven days, the nightly brothel feast in the Temple of Vesta. Something must have happened!
The problem was that the secret might leak out of Seria’s mouth rather than whether or not she was safe. Currently, the brothel that Helena painstakingly created was a secret only for the women of the imperial family, including the Crown Princess and the Princess, court ladies, noble ladies and ladies, as well as the low-level soldiers of the Immune Knights and the imperial palace guards.
A gathering of upper-class women who appear to be of noble status, but in reality are lascivious, and rough and vulgar soldiers. It was a secret gathering created by an agreement between men who wanted to humiliate beautiful and noble women to their heart’s content and women who craved the pleasure of being trampled on by leaving their naked bodies to those lowly but strong men.
This secret must never leak out. Of course, one day, Helena planned to entangle the Pent Imperial Palace and all of the noble manors around it with the web of sexual pleasure, but at least not now. There were still many men, including the emperor, who hadn’t noticed. Not all women also came under her dominion. It was still time to keep the brothel under a veil of secrecy.
“Should I find it after all?”
Having concluded, Helena slowly rose from the table. In her heart, she wanted to seduce the men circling her around with a bewitching glance and play with her, but she couldn’t afford it. She fluttered a flared skirt, one side of which was open above her thighs, in search of her ladies-in-waiting.
On the day of the incident, the ladies-in-waiting who witnessed Seria were able to find it quickly. There were many people who saw her naked without a single thread on and heading somewhere in the arms of a filthy man. It was common to see the lascivious Seria having sex with her lowly men or being gang-raped because she couldn’t overcome her lust, so no one thought it strange. Only one testimony was different.
“I-I saw that man going out of the palace with Seria-sama in his arms.”
“Outside the imperial palace? But why didn’t you report it?”
“That, that’s… I thought it was just going to be done outside…”
At Helena’s harsh questioning, the lady-in-waiting said as she trembled. The beautiful princess with her blonde hair let out a sigh, but she didn’t blame her. It was a side effect of turning all upper-class women in the imperial palace into sex slaves. Women who look so elegant and noble on the outside have sex with anyone, even servants or low-ranking guards, anywhere. It was to think not.
After completing her interrogation with her courtiers, Helena went to her room and called for her Sophia. There was no point in further investigation. Now she needed someone to investigate outside the imperial palace.
Sophia, with her slightly faded white blonde hair and a bewitching smile, came to Helena. She still liked to wear black, but today she was wearing a tight white blouse and a black skirt. Her V-shaped breasts, swollen inside her fine blouse, were still visible, and her thighs were completely exposed, matching her slender, white legs, giving off a very sensual feeling.
She was Cesare’s sister-in-law, then became his mistress again. After Cesare’s death, while looking for a place to settle her lust, she fell into Scarpi’s trap and was transformed into a body that could no longer be lewd. After being raped by a black masseuse and ravaged by tentacles, Sofia became a sex-hungry bitch who knelt down in front of all the men and gleefully accepted their penises and cum.
It was taken for granted that a well-behaved, cultured lady would kneel before the gardener naked and suck on his cock with all her might, until she gulped down his semen as well. Even her man’s vulgar taunts and her moving back and forth, grabbing her hair tightly, were her pleasures to her.
In the end, Sophia even offered her own mansion for Scarpi’s whorehouse. Numerous ladies and girls of the court, even the most beautiful woman of the Pent Empire and Crown Princess Silvia, were brought to the whorehouse and trained as sex slaves. This whorehouse lasted until Helena killed Scarpy.
When the brothel disappeared, Sophia felt no relief, but rather a worry about how to deal with this surging lust in the future. Her body had already become unbearable unless she was brutally abused dozens of times every day.
Fortunately, Helena soon insulted all of the Vestal priestesses, including Saint Seria, and created a new harlot in the Temple of Vesta. Sophia went to the whorehouse every night to have fun, and during the day, she had sex wherever she wanted, and was happy.
But Helena’s visit to Sophia today was a different matter. After hearing her explanation, Sophia tilted her head.
“Hmm… Outside the imperial palace?”
“Is it so. Did you go out often in the past? The ladies of the imperial palace as well as the noble ladies have never left the fences of the imperial palace and the noble manor. I need your help to search the streets and back alleys of the common people.”
“Ah, that makes sense. However, if you blindly say that it is outside the imperial palace, the scope is too broad.”
“It is possible to reduce it to some extent. Judging from the direction her lady-in-waiting said, the man who kidnapped Seria must have gone to Harlem Street, just southwest of the hill of the Imperial Palace.”
