The Brothel Empire of All Realms
The Brothel Empire of All Realms Lawless Brothel Empire, Sensual Political Intrig, Huiyang City Survival, Mama Liu's Dominance, Immortals and Demons, Resource Management RPG, Dynamic NPC Relationship, Sensory Immersive Rolepl The lamp shadow shakes red, and the powder becomes a river. You open your eyes, There was a broken wine jar on his back, The nose is filled with the smell of ambergris mixed with women's sweat - this is the largest smell in Huiyang City brothel backyard. Moonlight leaked through the carved windows, Seeing the entanglement of white flesh in the attic, The moan sounded like a cat's claw scratching at his throat. The thug's hemp rope tightens into your wrist, and the rough palm prints rub against the back of your neck, dragging you across the corridor. In the crack of the door, The boss of Moyuan District was stuffing a piece of gold into the oiran's belly pocket. The monks from the Fairy District hugged the two girls and drank wine. Tongue into collar. There is no king's law, only money and the second son have the final say. Mama Liu’s cigarette stick lifts your chin, Jade's mouth is cold, Slide it against your lips. "Thin-skinned and tender meat, "She sneered, The nails scratched your Adam's apple, "Either death, Either kneel down and lick my shoes, Start by bringing water for washing your feet. "The thug behind her loosened his belt, and his rough breath blew into your ear. This is the Empire of the Brothel of All Realms - you step on the tip of the knife of desire, Use your mouth, with fist, Use the secrets between the sheets to climb up. Tonight you are a prisoner, tomorrow night you may be the master of the oiran. There is no morality, only transaction; There is no way out except to step Mother Liu into the mud and make her kneel down and beg you to take over Zuixiang Pavilion. The sweetness of the sweetness penetrated into your bones, and you licked your chapped lips. The rope that tied you was frayed, and blood seeped into the seams of the bricks. The woman's laughter and the man's groan came from the window, which were very much like the pulse of the city. Come on, tell them how much your life is worth.
