Whip

12 years later.

Emperor Suzaku was replaced by Emperor Murakami in 947 AD.

This replacement occurred because Emperor Suzaku was sick and unable to run the government. Emperor Murakami was the son of Emperor Suzaku and was installed as the new emperor at the age of 21.

The change of emperor had no effect on the Destiny Trading Club.

This place is still mysterious to this day.

Even Emperor Murakami sent 500 soldiers to raid the Destiny Trading Club. Unlike before, this time the soldiers were not stopped by the invisible barrier and easily entered the fog that enveloped the Destiny Trading Club.

However, before he could celebrate the discovery, he received bad news, namely that not a single soldier had returned after 3 days had passed.

After this failure, he no longer dared to be arrogant and stopped sending soldiers.

The 200 meter area around the Destiny Trading Club was declared a forbidden place and civilians were prohibited from approaching to prevent curious people from taking risks.

As a result, people considered the Destiny Trading Club a sacred place, and the rumors about it became increasingly outrageous.

.....

Destiny Trading Club.

Second floor of the shop.

When it was morning, Ars slowly opened his eyes.

(Hm? Just one?)

He felt the weight on his body, and he was no longer surprised and was used to it. After all, Ars had slept with Restia and Est in the same bed for more than 12 years.

Then Ars noticed movement near his lower body.

There seemed to be something crawling, restless around his waist. The cool soft touch felt like reptile scales.

(Snakes? That's impossible, there is an illusion array that prevents insects and reptiles from entering the shop) He denied his guess.

Ars was quite confident in his array's abilities. The proof was, the killing array had killed 500 soldiers who forced their way in 2 months ago.

Too lazy to think, he lifted the blanket from the bed.

"Eh?" Ars exclaimed in astonishment.

The girl who slipped under the blanket was Est.

Her silvery white hair shone sparklingly under the sunlight. Soft white skin resembles the color of fresh milk.

Expressionless, she stared at Ars with her purple eyes.

"Est, where did you learn to dress like that?" Ars' eyes twitched and asked.

This isn't her usual knee-high socks look.

Est was currently wearing a black tight erotic studded leather bondage suit.

The garter belt extends from beneath the leather miniskirt. Her bare feet were clad in long black boots.

In her right hand she holds a leather whip and in her left hand there is a red candle.

Wearing this outfit, the cute little girl showed a greater seductive charm than when completely naked.

(Damn it! Who taught BDSM to my innocent and cute Est? Mhmmm... But, this extreme company isn't that bad)

Ars had to admire that no matter what kind of clothes beautiful women wore, they would always look stunning. Even if it's obscene clothing like BDSM though.

"Ars, is dressing like this really strange?"

Continuing her posture of climbing Ars' stomach, Est asked expressionlessly.

"It's not strange, it's just why suddenly... Hey, it's melting!"

Who knows when the candle was lit, but the melted wax dripped onto Ars' upper body. Of course he didn't feel any heat at all, only the bed became dirty.

Wouldn't it be a joke if the Immortal Emperor screamed in heat just because of a drop of molten wax?

"Are you feeling happy, Ars?" Est asked, her face only a few centimeters from Ars.

"Sorry, I don't have a BDSM fetish. Actually, I don't like that genre. By the way, who taught you this?"

"...How regrettable. This book says that people feel happy when wax is dripped on them."

Est took out a book from somewhere.

Ars took it and casually flipped through the pages, he discovered beautiful illustrations all over the pages.

At first glance, there was nothing extraordinary about it, no different from an ordinary novel. However, in one of the last pages, it is a scene where an elegant upper-class woman is punished by the butler who works in the house.

The illustration depicts an upper-class woman's joyful expression as wax is dripped onto his bare skin.

(Damn you, Emperor Murakami! You even allowed pornographic novels to circulate on the market!) Ars cursed the other party in his mind.

Emperor Murakami was an emperor who strongly supported the development of culture and art in Japan. He himself was a talented artist, and he encouraged others to develop their talents

Ecchi culture began to develop very rapidly due to high market demand.

Due to fierce competition, artists began to write and draw in more extreme genres.

Closing the pornographic novel, Ars rubbed Es's head, and said solemnly: "Est, this kind of book is not suitable for you. It is still too early for you."

Even though Est was a Spirit who had lived for thousands of years and was older than him, Ars always treated her like a kid.

"Where did you find this book?"

"Rea kept it under her pillow."

"Oh, it turns out this book belongs to Rea. It's surprising, even though she's a rich girl, it turns out she has a fetish like this. It is true that we should not judge a person just by their outer appearance."

At first, Ars thought this book belonged to Restia, considering her sadistic side, it turns out he was wrong!

"So, which side does Ars choose?"

"Hm? I don't understand what you mean, Est."

"Whipping or being whipped... Whatever Ars chooses, I fulfill all your wishes."

Est didn't look like she was joking. Instantly, Ars imagined Est holding a leather whip tensely, restrained in bondage clothing, with many whip marks on her adorable backside.

(Damn, what was I thinking!? I'm not a pedophile)

Ars shook his head vehemently.

Whipping Est... He couldn't possibly do that. Pushing her head away, he got up and sat down, then said seriously: "I won't let Est be treated like that."

This statement made Est nod.

"Um, Ars. So this means you prefer to be caned?"

"Hah, how can you conclude like that, I—"

*Smack*

Before Ars finished his sentence, Est remained expressionless as she began to whip Ars' upper body.

"Est?"

"Is Ars feeling happy?"

"Like I said, I don't have any unusual interests like that!"

Ars felt a headache facing Est. If the person who whipped him was an unknown person, he would burn their soul for 10,000 thousand years and not let it enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"In other words… Not happy?" Est tilted her head in confusion.

"There may be people in this world who may be happy, but I am not one of them." Ars said helplessly.

"Sorry, Ars. Does it hurt?"

Est yawned the part she whipped.

"Not hurt. Next time, don't read this kind of strange book."

Ars gently stroked Est's head as he asked worriedly.

After all, Est had made this less than ideal plan after much thought, in order to make him happy.

Reprimanding her would be very sad

"Where is Restia? Doesn't she usually wake up first?"

"The Dark Spirit went shopping with Rea at the market." Est answered while enjoying the caress on her head.

"I see... Alright, bath time."

"Me too."

"Okay, let's take a shower together."

Ars agreed to bathe with Est without hesitation.

During these 12 years, many sexual scenes have occurred. However, that's all. He didn't take the final step.

After all, he is not a pedophile.

Although in terms of age, Restia and Est are much older than Ars. But they both look like little girls.

There was no way Ars would make love to a little girl.

His Dao Heart was extremely strong!