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The second day of the imperial rescue party's arrival dawned with a sense of calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that had previously engulfed the village. The morning sun cast its warm rays through the infirmary's windows inside the courthouse, where the trio of friends – Indry, Laura, and Agnes – had gathered to enjoy a rare moment of respite.

The afternoon hours ticked by, the air undisturbed by the usual cries of battle or the ominous shrieks of the harpy foes. Instead, a peaceful silence reigned, punctuated only by the occasional chirping of birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze.

"Victor? Yes, he was cute but nay, not my cup of tea." Indry dismissed the idea of the men brought by the imperial knights.

"He may portrayed as Amir, but he is not Amir," Indry added. She sat by the infirmary table with two of her besties, Laura and Agnes.

"We got our own Amir right here and right now. A better one if I may say. a black-haired Amir with sharp eyes. With a look that melts your heart, weakens your knees, and warms your womb." said Indry in a hushed voice.

"Who? Aden?" Agnes, the petite woman, guessed the obvious.

"You have good eyes too, hmm?" Indry responded to the correct guess made by her maid. Laura raised her eyebrows, interested.

Laura remembered the thrilling moment she had the pleasure of meeting Aden in a steamy situation before the two ladies beside her. She couldn't forget the sensation of a strong hand tugging her out of the rubble, and suddenly being presented with a handsome man. She thought she was living her last moments, and that an angel had come to guide her away.

She was captivated by the man before her, and she found herself melting into his embrace. His masculine scent filled her senses, his eyes burning directly into her soul. His strong frame sent a shiver down her spine. Everything about him seemed unreal as if Amir himself had leapt out of the pages of a story and become flesh and blood. She felt an overwhelming desire to be closer to him, to feel his touch and surrender herself completely.

The square table in the infirmary became a place of smoldering intensity as the women whispered in low voices. The tension was palpable as each exchange seemed to bring them closer, and the promise of something more hung in the air.

Agnes glanced around the infirmary. Made sure the infirmary was clear of people but them. She didn't want anyone to hear what they going to talk about.

Everyone had been taken care of in the infirmary. Father Edgar already left. On the other side of the room, Jasmine was playing on the piled pillows with her stuffed animal, wearing a lonely expression as she thought about her beloved pet Fluffy.

With the help of the volunteers and the villagers, Father Edgar made an infirmary corner on the southward of the courthouse main hall. They cleared out the infirmary of any unnecessary furniture or objects for the barricade.

Father Edgar was the last physician in the village as there were four. two of them escaped by ship and one of them got snatched by the harpies in the seaport.

Indry, Agnes, and Laura helped Father Edgar as they were Aione Sisters, devoted sisters raised and taught in the church of Aione to become women of God. After they got married, their allegiance shifted to their husbands, as The Tome says, a wife serves her husband as the husband serves God.

The three ladies gossiped about the Imperial Rescue party, discussing the men and, eventually, Aden. They were talking about how helpful the empire had been in thwarting the harpies yesterday, how their village would soon return to normal, and how entertaining Victor was at last night's storytelling sessions.

It was a pleasant chat between friends until they talked about Victor's performance last night. The flamboyant actor story-teller about Amir the Shroud of Sand and of course, the ladies were disappointed that he left out the more risqué details of the story as his audience was not made up of entirely adults.

In the story, Amir's world was turned upside down when he found out that the princess had become pregnant with his child. He had to fight tooth and nail to avoid the wrath of her family, running away with her in hopes of a new life in the north. All of this raging chaos was caused by one single night of passion, threatening his freedom and future with every step he took.

"If only the princess didn't get pregnant," Agnes voiced out the idea lingered in their heads. The petite woman rested her head on her hands.

Indry took out a tiny bottle of pills from her pocket, "Rest easy, you won't end up like the princess for I have silvies if any of you need them," Indry winked mischievously, her gaze shifting teasingly between Agnes and Laura. They know what is inside the tiny bottle. Silvie pills are very effective birth control pills.

"We can take turns with the ruhimi - you two can have all the silvies. I don't mind having his baby. Jasmine could use a playmate." She winked seductively, her voice low and sultry.

"Hmph, I would give anything to have a baby," said Laura, her voice full hint of disappointment toward Eugene, her meek husband.

she murmured, "especially with him."

"So you don't need the silvies, Laura?" asked Indry.

"No, but maybe our little dove here does." " Laura shifted her eyes toward Agnes, teasing her.

Agnes lowered her gaze. Blushed.

"How about you, Agnes?" Indry asked.

"I.. I can't, you know how suspicious my husband is." She replied.

"You can't? or you won't?" Indry teased her servant with a grin. Agnes bit her lip and refused to meet her gaze.

"But don't you want him inside of you? Hmm~?" Indry smugly probed at her evident discomfort.

Agnes blushed deeper.

"It's okay, after all of this. I would employ your husband away —two weeks if he has to— so you have your time with the ruhimi."

Indry rose to her feet and began tidying up the infirmary, unable to stand a messy place despite her refined upbringing. The silver silk-haired lady glanced by the window.

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Outside, the village remained eerily still, the harpies seemingly content to observe from a safe distance, their forms mere specks on the horizon – well beyond the fearsome range of the empire's hwachas. It was a reprieve, however temporary, from the constant threat that had loomed over the settlement for far too long.

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The infirmary was alive with hushed whispers and furtive glances, the three women huddled together like conspirators. Indry tidied the table with practiced movements, her voice dropping to a scandalous murmur.

"Can you believe it? Rumor has it their people branded their slaves inside the slave's buttcheek." She paused, letting the salacious detail hang in the air as Agnes and Laura leaned in, eyes wide with shock and curiosity.

"That's insane!" Agnes gasped, aghast.

Indry nodded slowly. "I swear to Aione, I heard they are allowed to have multiple wives—and don't forget the slave part!" She emphasized the last bit with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows.

Laura couldn't resist adding, "And I heard that the powerful lords in Median had dozens if not hundreds of concubines and slaves."

"Yup, it's like that all around," Agnes chimed in, fanning herself. "Men are all the same everywhere, allowing themselves to have multiple women."

The three exchanged knowing looks, their cheeks flushed with the thrill of the scandalous rumors. Indry's voice dropped lower, taking on a sultry tone. "And they're allowed to summon their female slaves to their chamber."

Agnes inhaled sharply, her gaze darting to Indry's as Laura's eyes grew wide with curiosity. "Are you sure they'll all do it?" Agnes asked breathlessly.

"Do you think Aden too?" Laura couldn't contain herself from asking.

A wicked grin spread across Indry's face. "Why wouldn't he? I'd give anything to be his slave." She punctuated the statement with a suggestive roll of her hips, and Laura dissolved into a fit of giggles.

"You? His slave? More like he is your slave!" Laura managed between laughs.

The three erupted in raucous laughter, their voices echoing through the infirmary as they reveled in the deliciously taboo rumors. Once the laughter subsided, Indry teased, "What? Are you jealous? He is not your husband, you know that right?"

Laura pouted exaggeratedly. "He is not yours either."

The women exchanged conspiratorial glances, their eyes sparkling with mischief and unspoken desires.

"You think you can keep up with him? Every time you meet him, you swoon, flustered, and shy." Indry teased Laura with a naughty glint in her eye. "Agnes is the one who's supposed to be all timid and stuff around here, not you."

Agnes, the petite woman, playfully jabbed at Indry's side.

Laura felt a rush of excitement course through her body but tried to keep a straight face. "Let's see about that," she said determinedly, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Ooh~, I look forward to this." Indry was eager to see what was going to happen.

"I heard he is a man of God, he prayed at night in the corner of the hall near the storage," Agnes murmured.

"Is that so? Well—" Indry drawled as she ran her hand suggestively down her shapely hip, "just one twist of my hips when I'm on top of him I can make sure he forgets about his god."

Agnes playfully slapped Indry's thigh, gently reminding her mistress to stay behaved. They were in the infirmary, though it was empty. Just a few steps away lay the hall filled with wounded villagers.

Laura stifled a giggle. She looked between her two friends, both of drastically different statuses but like sisters nonetheless. Indry was a lady, while Agnes served as her servant.

Agnes was enthralled by her lady. As her servant who must follow her around, she knew Indry would allow men to grope her in public places, seeing it as a compliment more than harassment. She played dumb and acted like she didn't notice men groping her. She never let any of them take it too far, never going beyond merely flirting in Montrei port or the village.

Her lady would often disappear for days after her husband left for business trips. Agnes never knew where she went, but all she had to do was take care of Jasmine. As the years passed and Jasmine grew into an adolescent, her lady began to slow down.

Agnes slowly started to comprehend her mistress, as she worked with Indry for a while. The intoxicating thrill they both experienced when a man's gaze and hands roamed their bodies was undeniably arousing.

Knowing her lady was a willing participant, made the lustful men all the more eager to try out her servant —Agnes. They would often grind their hardened shafts against her curves, and at first, she felt violated and awkward - until eventually, she found herself succumbing to the pleasure. She soon came to revel in the pleasure of it, willingly pretending to be naive and unknowing.

Unfortunately, whenever her husband found out about these men harassing her, he would immediately come to fight them off.

Unlike her lady with a tall and statuesque figure, Agnes was a petite and cute woman. Though she was around the same age as Laura, she could still pass for a young girl just blossoming into adulthood. Few of the men present seemed willing to engage in this lustful game. With her husband nearby, it seemed less and less likely the chances Agnes would be able to enjoy the same pleasures as her lady did - slim like a strand of silk.

"Do you think.. he would find me attractive?" Out of the blue, Agnes shyly asked.

"He is a Median man, you bloke-head. every woman is attractive to him. Even a powdered female goat is attractive to him." Indry

"I haven't been touched by another man than my husband, but he, I think would make an exception." Agnes was now able to tell her intention. "But.."

"The problem is your husband is unlike ours. He kept his eyes on you all the time like a vulture waiting for a drought deer to die." Laura spoke frankly with her friends unlike when she spoke with Aden with her shyness and stammer.

"My husband, that Lemming— would never protest even if he knew," Laura said with stern challenging face. "How about yours, Indry?"

"My husband?" Indry replied with a sly grin, "I think he won't mind. I believe he knows about my little...adventure."

"He knows?" Laura asked, her curiosity piqued.

Indry leaned into the two of them and whispered her deepest secret.

"Jasmine wasn't his," she winked.

Agnes and Laura gasped.

"Are you serious?" both former Aione sisters asked.

Her eyes lit up as she grinned smugly. "It was his regular trip and I couldn't help myself-- I counted and it didn't match up. I got pregnant with Jasmine while he was two months away from Arumia."

"How could you?" Laura disbelieved.

"you know what they say - when the sailor's away, the wife will play," whispered Indry.

Laura glanced around and raised an eyebrow inquisitively, "With whom?"

"Sailors," Indry said with a sly smile. "Four of them. Simultaneously. On the deck of the ship, on a sandy beach shore beneath the stars! It was wild."

Laura's eyes widened as she asked, "How did you do all that?"

Indry replied with alluring smug, "It wasn't easy. I had to convince them that I was an Emer Courtesan who had lost her coins when I woke up in a seaport inn and begged them to let me board their ship in exchange for performing certain...services." Her voice trailed off suggestively. "They docked their ship on some uninhabited island before we reached Vergara. and we have it for three days non-stop."

"You naughty girl, Indry," Agnes said with a playful grin, nudging Indry's side with her elbow.

Indry let out a melodic laugh, tossing her hair back. "Tee hee, I did plan to meet them again, but I think I'll save myself for our delicious Amir tonight." She winked exaggeratedly at her friends.

Laura gasped in mock outrage. "You wench!" She swatted Indry's forearm, her eyebrows raised.

Indry retaliated with a pinch to Laura's side, giggling. "Ow! You'll pay for that." Laura tried to look stern, but her lips twitched with suppressed laughter.

"They prefer the term 'hur' these days," Indry interjected, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Not wench or harlot."

Agnes and Laura exchanged a glance, their cheeks flushing slightly at Indry's brazen words.

Leaning in conspiratorially, Indry encouraged, "Come on, you two should try it at least once. It feels...empowering." Her voice dropped to a husky murmur on the last word, sending a delicious shiver down their spines.

Agnes bit her lip, considering, while Laura fidgeted uncomfortably yet intrigued. They had heard the rumors, of course, but neither had ever dared to experiment like their daring friend.

"It's our time, ladies," Indry purred, squeezing their hands. "Time for us to have some fun." Her gaze smoldered with unspoken promise, tempting them toward uncharted pleasures.

Indry spoke with bold desire, leaving little to the imagination. "After all of this comes to pass, I would never let him get away without plowing my insides first. I will drain his sack to the last drop."

Her candid proclamation made Laura's cheeks flush hotly. "I haven't been with a Median man," Laura confessed, fanning herself. "I would love to have him inside me, fill my insides until he's drained dry. After I'm done with him, you two can have him."

"Why should you be the first?" Agnes protested with a put-upon pout.

Indry flashed a mischievous grin. "Because I'm the oldest here, tee hee."

"Not fair," Laura whined, though her eyes danced with arousal at the deliciously taboo conversation.

This spicy talk made her crave Aden intensely, just thinking about him made her squirm. Indry glanced around, sensing something—or someone—amiss. "Jasmine? Sweetie, where are you?"

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