1722 Adonis's Happy Day!
Stepping into a grand Sacred arena, Java was quickly saluted with the greatest honor, as they led him to his private booth.
Typically, he would wear-any sort of mask when out of Lampe's Holy capital city.
However, once here, the mask he wore was designed specifically for the heir.
Thus, everyone who came into contact with him dropped to their knees without a moment's waste.
If their Adojis had a royal system he would be the crown prince and his father monarch. But of course, they don't practice such, only following Adonis's true ways.
Stepping into his booth, he quickly glimpsed at the 20 naked virgins holding water, food and other edibles around the booth.
No matter how cold it was, the women didn't care, feeling honored to be nude before Adonis's most powerful men and those closest to Adonis himself.
Who Wouldn't want to be close to a God in the heavens?
These women have long been brought up and brainwashed in this way, living only to serve the cause.
Many of these girls were female children born from stubborn mothers in temples.
Once a female child is born, the child gets sent away to a female training camp or nunnery, where all they would know was on matters concerning Adonis.
All their lives they have been led in the ways of Adonis, and knew nothing else.
If told to kill themselves now they would waste no time drawing a dagger anand slicing their own throats if that's what Adonis wants.
No regrets, just happiness to one day unite with their God in the heavens.
Landon far away didn't know that even if someday he took Adonis down, the people would be unconvinced, giving him the most headache he could ever imagine.
For thousands and thousands of years, they have been brainwashed.
Destroying their very foundation of what they thought was right was the most troublesome matter.
Indeed, a majority of people in this world believed crazily in some divine god looking out for them, but these Adonis people were taking theirs too far.
Feeling their hearts beating uncontrollably, the stunning naked women in the room were quick to fall on their knees the moment Java entered the grand booth.
"Your Holy Eminence, my father, our great guide, the one who knows Adonis best... This son has come as planned."
At the forefront was a man in a peculiar golden mask.
He didn't turn his face but only stretched his right hand out, allowing Java to go on one knee and kiss all 8 giant rings on his fingers.
"Sit."
The man's imposing voice commanded, and Java obeyed.
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Like so, the duo sat in silence, only snapping their fingers from time to time commanding the naked girls to serve beverages first.
How dare these women speak? They only nodded, before taking a holy towel and wiping themselves clean again.
You have to know that before any meal is served, they must wipe themselves clean with as many sacred towels provided.
There were over 50 towels here, and if they ran out, someone would bring in more for them.
How could they serve his eminence and the holy heir with their filthy bodies?
Even if they were standing stationary the air around them carried dust.
How do they know this? Because it's common sense.
If you close your door and do not open it until another day, you'll find dust piled up on the counters and everywhere else.
Scholars across the world have proven this fact, so who were they, ordinary women to argue?
In short, one must clean up severally to ensure absolute cleansing.
Using a special grape-infused cleansing potion, many quickly rubbed themselves with it before using the holy towels in the tall box at the corner to wipe their bodies.
Clean, shiny, nude and beautiful.
That was how they have been trained to always appear.
Good.
Now that they were clean, many quickly carried special sacred rum, reaching the duo's front.
Alright.
Java looked at the selection of women his father didn't want before picking 3 out of the lot.
He didn't speak, but only pointed to each, assigning tasks to them before calmly looking away.
Understand? Yes, they did!
The girl with the biggest bosoms, who softened paid breast taxes, was quick to squeeze her jugglers together before letting rum spill in between them and flow towards Java's mouth.
So you want breast milk in the form of rum? No problem.
Java chugged on the rum, biting a little bit into her soft blossoms in between his chugging sessions.
It wasn't his fault, as another one already had her mouth hiss lower part, giving him an incredible wave of pleasure.
But there, the 3rd girl was focused on his feet, managing them and licking his toes the best way she could.
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In this manner, both father and son calmly enjoyed themselves, while waiting for the host below to finish his opening speech.
With Java's arrival, the event had to begin.
The duo wasn't the only ones enjoying such pleasures, as within the many booths across the arena, many men also had such privileges, although not as many women as in the duo's booth.
It was amazing how they could both enjoy this practice to the point of 'explosion,' yet they still had the mind to talk business within the pleasure segment.
How do you talk business with someone who has his eyes closed, his face tilted upwards and his mouth mostly trembling?
Well, only the newbies in the arena had such expressions
The seasoned veterans who had trained themselves to have more composure still maintained expressionless faces and spoke business despite their bodies exploding from ecstasy.
"Hmmm... I hear today's show is going to one to... hmmm... die for."
"Indeed... hmmm... our great Adinis Empire will finally.... hmmm.... see the light."
If Landon was here he would be dying of laughter now.
Pick one.
Do you want to explode with ecstasy or converse business seriously?
Well, in a way, this was a form of a test to see what men were weak among them and what men were strong.
A man that can hold on and talk business amid so much distraction meant this sort of person wouldn't be swayed by a mere woman blowing pillow darts in their ears.
A man must learn to control their libido if they want to control the world!
It was as simple as that.
Even the host was not exempted from enjoying such pleasures as women crowded him while he spoke.
Should he dare to release any unbecoming noises amid his speech, you can be sure he would never host such a powerful and important meeting like this.
He was allowed to pause from time to time, but not allowed to make strange noises.
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"Welcome, your Eminence... Welcome Heir... and Welcome esteemed guests."
The host took a quick breather, feeling sweat forming on his body despite his expressionless face.
"Now everyone knows why this urgent meeting has been called."
"As you all know, a while back, we were fortunate to capture the Holy Feather before those pesky Morgs could."
Morgs! Morgs! Morgs!
The mere mention caused the ecstasy some were about to feel suddenly die down.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
With red eyes, a unison chant swiftly passed across the scene in a matter of seconds.
The raw hatred emitting from everyone was enough to cause a tsunami.
"Order! Order, everyone!"
The host's helper was quick to smash a metal hammer on a steel plate to call for silence.
"We all hate the Morgs, so let's not get carried away and forget why we are here."
Well, the host had a point.
Rather than warding time, it was best to focus on today's agenda which would greatly help them take down the Morgs later on.
Hmph!
Soon they will have their revenge on those despicable Morgs.
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With the arena regaining its former silence, the host calmly gestured for his men to wheel in a massive giant rectangular board display with a cloth thrown over it.
Each rectangular side had the same items displayed on them so everyone around the arena could see.
Feeling the anticipation from the crowd, the host couldn't help grinning playfully.
Of course, part of his grin was due to the work of the women still sucking below him.
At least, he stood on a podium that only showed his upper half.
The women were hidden by a wooden bottom, or else he would have to show his bottom nude self to the crowd.
Alright.
The host had gestured for not only 1, but 20 of the same tall rectangular display boards to be brought in and stationed across the arena.
Somewhere close to the audience, while clothes were closer to him at the center.
Of course, he had one brought right beside him too.
Whoop!
With a snap of his fingers, his helpers took off the fabrics on the tall display boxes, causing many to lean forward with trembling faces.
"Esteemed guests, I give you the future, Adonis' first set of Divine weapons!"
