The Perverted Evil Cultivator

115 The Everlasting Stroke

"Why are all of you looking at the floor? Is my face that scary?"

Trembling from listening to Bai Long's words, the twenty-three women who were scared of what would happen to next almost screamed from anxiety before understanding what it was that Bai Long said.

Sighing a little, the women one by one lifted their heads up and looked at Bai Long.

A few days back when they saw Bai Long behaving so arrogantly, they thought that his days inside the Zhu Kingdom were numbered.

And indeed they were, because the King seemed to kill him with his own hands. But instead of dying, the boy turned into a shadow and disappeared!

When that happened, the women thought that maybe they'd never meet Bai Long ever again.

However who thought that within such a short time they'd see him again, and this time he'd be sitting on the throne while they would be nothing more than prisoners who shouldn't even raise their voice if they wanted to live.

"How is it?"

Knowing what Bai Long meant, all of the women gulped in union and didn't dare say anything when one of them finally stepped forward.

"It isn't.. Your Majesty."

"What isn't?"

"Your face.... It isn't scary."

"Oh. Then why were you looking towards the floor instead of towards me? Are you scared of me?"

Seeing that smile on Bai Long's face, the woman shook her head and said with a smile, "You aren't scary at all, your Majesty."

"I'm not scary?"

Bai Long considered himself very handsome. But was there anything that said those who are handsome were all good?

As someone who aspired to be the biggest and baddest villain ever, how could Bai Long not want to be considered scary?

Especially by the women who were now his prisoners?

Closing her eyes and smiling more than ever by trying to look cute, the woman said, "You're not."

Hearing those words, the smile on Bai Long's face completely disappeared and in its place was a cold smile which sent shivers through the body of everyone inside the throne room.

"In that case, I should show you how scary I am!"

"Wha..."

Before the woman who stepped forward could realize what was happening, Bai Long was right in front of her with his hand gripping her by the throat.

Using his other hand to destroy the shackles on her hand, Bai Long ignored her struggle and kept her in the air.

"What do you all think? Am I not scary?"

Nodding their heads with fear in their eyes, they were all so scared that no matter how much they tried no words came out of their mouths.

Enjoying this fear which prisoners like them were supposed to have, Bai Long spoke to the women whom Wenling had left behind.

"Take them all and keep them locked up."

Nodding their heads while sharing the same fear as the King's wives, queens, and concubines, the two women who served Wenling didn't dare life their heads up until Bai Long's footsteps disappeared.

...

Leaving the throne room behind him, Bai Long made his way to where the King's room was because that was where the unconscious Zhu Zemin was at.

Entering the room, Bai Long finally released his grip over the woman whom he had held by the throat all along.

Falling to the ground while gasping for the air, the woman began massaging her throat which had the marks of Bai Long's fingers on them.

Slowly regaining her vision which was filled with tears, she looked towards Bai Long when something in the corner of the room grabbed her attention.

"Your Majesty! Help me!

Crawling towards the fainted Zhu Zemin as quickly as possible, the woman finally reached him and began shaking him to try and grab his attention.

But, no matter how much she shook his body, Zhu Zemin's eyes remained closed while his body didn't respond to her touch at all.

"Your.... Your Majesty??"

Finally, the woman realized how stupid she was and turned around to see Bai Long's face which was now less than an inch from her.

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Shaking her head the woman wanted to say something, but Bai Long used his hands to cover her mouth.

"You want him to help you even before I showed you how scary I am?"

"I... I didn't... "

"Hehehehehehe... "

...

"Can I come in, Bai Long?"

"Sure."

Receiving permission, Wenling who came here with a plan of her own tugged on her daughter she brought with herself and entered the room.

Not even sparing a glance towards Zhu Zemin whom she knew was in the corner, Wenling walked near the huge canopy bed when she saw that there was someone else in the room other than Bai Long and Zhu Zemin.

It was...

"Qin Cuifen?"

Not even responding when her name was called, the woman didn't seem to be in any position to speak anyway.

Qin Cuifen was one of Zhu Zemin's concubine whom he was very proud of, and treated her even better than some of his wives and queens.

Her splendid huge boobs, long black hair, a seductive face, and an ass which no one would want to let go.

She looked so sexy, that even Wenling felt envious on her.

But the way she looked right now, putting aside how she didn't look the slightest bit beautiful, she now looked like one of those common whores who were found in every corner of the streets.

With her hands tied behind her body, Qin Cuifen had been first forced by Bai Long to sit on a wooden BDSM horse.

At that very instant, her pussy which was placed right on top of the split felt like it was going to be torn open, but she didn't know that it was the least pain she'd feel the day.

Once Bai Long had forced her on top of it, he tied Cuifen's legs which were dangling to either side of the wooden horse so tight that she couldn't move them in the slightest.

And trying to struggle only made the wooden horse bite more into her pussy.

Next, Bai Long pierced two of her nipples and attached two heavy weights to those ring-shaped piercings and made them dangle from her boobs.

Finally, Bai Long began using his finger to write all kinds of obscene words and drawing on her body, using the Everlasting Stroke.

A technique which upon using would let him write on any surface without the chances of ever being wiped.