CHAPTER 369: DISAPPOINTED OTHER SHOWGIRLS

As An Roushui saw the master beckoning to her, she was momentarily stunned. It wasn’t the kind of disbelief that comes with being pleasantly surprised, but rather a moment of confusion, as if she were seeing things or imagining them.

Even when the maid behind her chuckled lightly with a teasing tone and gently nudged her from behind, An Roushui was still somewhat bewildered.

With a complex mix of emotions, An Roushui remained in the same posture, kneeling straight as she crawled to the man’s feet.

This humble posture, if seen before doomsday, would likely have broken many men’s hearts. Their goddess, appearing so humble and servile, crawling weakly to a man’s feet, displaying a submissive attitude.

And that man, sitting high and mighty, could enjoy the submission and reverence of a stunningly beautiful young lady, satisfying his sense of conquest and pleasure.

When An Roushui finally reached Derick’s feet, he simply bent down, lifted her up, and embraced the girl in his arms.

Boom...

An Roushui’s mind exploded in an instant, leaving her feeling dizzy and as if she had entered a dream.

In contrast, the other showgirls below displayed jealous gazes almost spitting fire.

Losing to others was one thing, but who among those following the master was simple?

Not to mention Madame Angelica, let’s just talk about the one tied up nearby. Camilla, a top-notch beauty with ample curves and a prominent figure, was the leader of the master’s harem, overseeing all the master’s pet dogs.

Not to mention Camilla’s tempting figure, her plump and shapely form, a rare example of a virtuous wife and mother, formerly the wife of a mayor, a proper high-ranking lady.

The two young bitches beside her were undoubtedly enviable, but it was widely known that the master had a penchant for young girls, so they could envy all they wanted, but it wouldn’t change anything.

The attendants on both sides of the master are extremely carefully selected. Not only do they have to have exceptional looks, surpassing the majority of women, but they also have to undergo extensive training, understand how to read the master’s expressions, and anticipate his desires.

They must also learn to entertain the master during his moments of pleasure, or take care of his body after intimacy, ensuring his comfort. As attendants, they are also expected to offer themselves when necessary, to satisfy the master’s sexual desires.

In summary, each attendant has been carefully trained and selected, leaving them with no room for envy. However, as for you, An Roushui, although you have a beautiful appearance, it doesn’t quite compare to the most stunning beauties, and there are many others here with better figures. Even in terms of sexual skills, there are many other showgirls who have been trained in similar ways, surpassing you.

Taking all this into account, the sudden attention from the master towards An Roushui has left these women almost burning with jealousy. If it were Jingya or a few other outstanding showgirls chosen by the master, everyone could accept it to some extent. But for you, An Roushui, a middle-ranking showgirl, what qualifications do you have to receive such attention?

The showgirls all had jealous looks, clenched their fists, and showed unwillingness in their expressions. But as they looked at the indifferent expressions of the attendants on both sides of the throne, and the warning look from Camilla, they couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts.

The 13-year-old leading girl, Jingya, had flushed cheeks. She had been confident in herself. Based on her appearance and the master’s usual practice of favoring at least 1-5 showgirls during the selection of a concubine, Jingya, whose appearance far surpassed the others, had almost been a sure bet.

Not to mention she was only 13 years old, fitting perfectly with the master’s preferences. How could she not have been chosen? Although she felt unwilling, in front of the master and the mistress, no one dared to act out. Even Jingya, who was the most excited and jealous, fell silent.

The petite figure trembled slightly, as if holding back tears.

Angelica waved her hand, and two female warriors led this group of showgirls away.

Seeing the first little maid at the beginning, whose appearance could be described as peerless, with a flawless and exquisite beauty that even made Angelica secretly amazed, it seemed that she herself was not as beautiful when she was young.

The current little maid was becoming more and more beautiful. At such a young age, to be so stunning, it was truly unimaginable how beautiful she would become in the future.

Angelica could clearly see the sorrowful look in Jingya’s eyes.

But well, isn’t this kind of thing rare? Countless women come with hope and leave with disappointment. After going through numerous difficulties, the selected showgirls may not necessarily fit Derick’s aesthetic preferences. Even if they do, with so many women, he cannot possibly choose all of them.

Otherwise, Derick wouldn’t need to do anything else but have children from morning till night.

Feeling a bit regretful, Angelica wouldn’t say anything. Whatever her husband likes to do, she will go along with it. Angelica would never intervene in such matters. Although with just a word from her, Jingya could stay in a matter of minutes, why would she do that?

Jingya’s peerless beauty, placed anywhere, would be enough to cause disputes and even physical fights. But in Order, there were many who were not only on par with her but even surpassed her.

Turning her head, Angelica found herself more interested in An Roushui.

At this moment, even if An Roushui was foolish, she should understand what was happening.

All along, it was something she had dreamed of, but also something she didn’t dare to believe she could achieve—being favored by the master and becoming a divine concubine. It had already come true.

The fantasy came true, but An Roushui did not show the expected excitement and joy. Instead, she tensed her body, sitting stiffly in the master’s arms like a stone.

The man’s terrifying and monstrous figure, dark and robust, inconveniently passed between her two beautiful legs, the erect height reaching her stomach.

Between An Roushui’s pristine white long skirt, an unwelcome visitor suddenly emerged, giving the impression of sullying this beautiful and pure young girl.

"Relax a bit..."

Derick reached out and grabbed An Roushui’s tender chest.

The stimulated girl instinctively wanted to jump up, then blushed and slowly softened, but a little too much.

Almost her entire body was pressed against the man’s chest, like a little cat.

"Kitty!"

An Roushui’s dazed mind suddenly woke up, just as she bumped into a tall cat cage, inside which a cat woman was walking with graceful steps, her eyes showing a murderous intent.

An Roushui seemed to suddenly understand the cat woman’s meaning.

She had taken the cat woman’s place and even made a coquettish gesture that belonged exclusively to the other party, earning her resentment.

After understanding this look, An Roushui felt calm, raised her body slightly, and her movements became even more intimate and soft, pressing against the man’s chest.

Derick didn’t pay attention to An Roushui’s actions, and with great ease, his hand reached into the girl’s dress neckline, directly grabbing her soft chest.

"Why were you so nervous just now? Did I scare you that much?" The man said casually, as if having a conversation with a friend.

The skilled and seemingly natural movements made An Roushui feel embarrassed and ashamed, especially with the man’s subtle stimulation, causing her delicate body to tremble, almost on the verge of moaning. With Derick’s skillful teasing, it was something a novice like her could hardly endure.

Before long, An Roushui’s face turned red, her eyes glazed over. At this rate, she might just give in to his advances.

However, at that moment, Derick suddenly stopped his actions and held An Roushui’s slender waist, saying calmly.

The abrupt interruption of pleasure left the girl somewhat displeased and her body craving for more.

But An Roushui was well aware of the man’s status in front of her. For her, it was an unimaginable climb to be favored by him. How could a man serve her?

The girl immediately sat up and, clumsily using the sexual techniques she had hastily learned in the past few days, gently grasped the monstrous phallus between her legs and began to move it up and down.

"No, Your Highness, your power is too overwhelming, and this slave girl finds it difficult to bear. Furthermore, upon seeing Your Highness, this slave girl was simply too joyful and excited."

"I like Your Highness very much and am so excited that I can hardly contain myself, so I couldn’t help but lose control. Please punish me, Your Highness..."