I was the Queen of Persia

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"I wouldn't dare! I absolutely wouldn't dare!"

"That's good."

Sahimian's expression was stern and authoritative, yet she also gave a charming laugh: "Don't be shy. You just expressed your intense desire to a passionate lady, and now it's time to make amends. Be sensible and show me your 'spear'!"

As he spoke, he picked up the small, thin man and headed towards the houses and dwellings nearby.

"Ah?! Lady, spare me! Spare me! I have no guts!" The skinny man was terrified by Sahinian's powerful aura and cried out in alarm.

Being proactive and being passive are two completely different feelings.

These guys enjoy harassing women, but when they become prisoners and are manipulated by beautiful ladies, they still feel fear and humiliation.

"Oh? Did I remember wrong just now?"

Sahimian's eyes were alluring, and the corners of her mouth held a charming curve, yet also carried a hint of bloodthirsty terror: "Since you have no such intentions, then I'll just have to chop you up and feed you to the dogs."

"Ah! No! No! Uh... Well then, I have no choice but to obey your orders..." The skinny man was terrified and had no choice but to submit.

The wooden lattice door creaked open, and a strong, fishy smell wafted out. What came into view was a messy and shabby scene. The mud walls were cracked with countless fissures, broken pottery jars were piled up haphazardly in the niches, and the sleeping blankets on the couch were tattered and worn.

"A grown man like you is content to live in such a shabby place? You're really pathetic."

Sahinian made a few complaints, then tore off the skinny man's clothes, removed her own armor, and sat on his lap. Her plump buttocks swayed, her hands covered her breasts, her eyes sparkling with seductive charm, exuding a captivating allure, yet also carrying an irresistible force.

A tight, warm sensation enveloped me, and the powerful gripping force was enough to make even the thickest and strongest spear yield, let alone a short and thin weapon.

Sahimian felt empty and lacked a sense of fulfillment, which made her very dissatisfied, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

“My name is Abu Mustafa Mahmud Hassan, and my brothers call me ‘Clever Hassan’.”

"Very well, 'Clever Hassan,' oh no, I should call you 'Flower Thief Hassan.' Confess! How many young women and girls have you ruined?"

As she spoke, her legs and buttocks suddenly sucked and squeezed together forcefully.

The clever Hassan felt large amounts of his life essence being drained from his body. His already thin and weak body trembled uncontrollably, and his brain was experiencing both pain and pleasure.

"Madam, spare me! I was blinded by the devil's desires and did such a despicable thing! I swear to Allah, to the Prophet, to God, I will never do such a thing again!" Hassan was pinned down by her, unable to move, and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Okay, then I'll ask you questions, and you must answer truthfully."

"Yes, yes, please speak."

"What kind of business do you do in Daoshaobao? Why are you engaging in such harassing activities?"

"In response to your question, I make a living by gathering information for my employers, and I also usually do despicable things like stealing chickens and dogs and harassing women (may the Lord forgive my sins!). Those outside the door are my brothers in the gang, and they do the same business as me."

As Sahini listened, she swayed her ample legs and hips dramatically, then suddenly her face darkened. The quick-witted Hassan immediately broke out in a sweat, realizing it was because he had ejaculated too early and hadn't satisfied the female general opposite him.

"Put your head out here."

Sahimian spread her two full, firm thighs and said softly. After the other person approached cautiously, she suddenly tightened her grip on his neck, her eyes slightly closed, immersed in unparalleled pleasure.

Pain and pleasure coexisted within Hassan. He was restrained by an extremely powerful force and could not move. He could only stick out his warm tongue and, despite the strong smell of musky fragrance, diligently serve his mistress.

They fought fiercely for a while longer.

With a long, soothing "Oh" from Sahinian, the clever Hassan's face was glistening, his nose and mouth were full of moisture, and his scent was incredibly strong.

Sahimian loosened her legs, releasing Hassan, whose face was flushed, and said with satisfaction, "It seems that you not only understand the situation of Knife Sheath Fortress, but also have other value."

"Indeed, indeed, I swear in the name of Allah! I will do whatever You command me immediately!"

“Nothing else for now. Now, have all your cronies come over and continue to serve me well. Otherwise, you'd better watch out for your manhood.” Sahimian’s smile remained alluring.

However, it conveyed to Hassan an overwhelming sense of terror.

He dared not delay and hurriedly swung the golden enoki mushrooms to summon his companions. In an instant, dozens of naked "goblins" knelt down in front of the "succubus" who was leaning against the cushion, each with their heads bowed, not daring to look up and meet her bewitching and majestic beauty.

Without a word, Sahinian stretched out one jade foot to fiddle with a golden enoki mushroom, then stretched out the other to fiddle with another. One was stuck in the muddy spring and the other in the blooming chrysanthemum. Her two strong, pretty hands each held one, and her fiery red lips were still swallowing and spitting out another...

……

The succubus stood proudly with her ample legs erect, drops of thin white fluid dripping down her face. She glanced at the group of goblins who were exhausted like dogs and sneered, "Looks like you still have some use. I'll spare your lives for now, but you must obey my orders. Understand? Otherwise, you know what will happen to you."

"Thank you for the magnanimity of the Lady of the Saman Empire!" The clever Hassan and the others scrambled to their knees and prostrated themselves on the ground.

The previous sleazy and arrogant behavior had vanished, leaving only utter obedience and docility.

"Get up. Go and fetch some water to help us bathe. God above! The sandstorms in the Syrian desert are really strong; after a few days, we're covered in sand."

Having said that, he reached into the bag piled among the clothes and threw out a few Dirhan coins.

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes!"

The clever Hassan and his companions hurried off to do so.

Looking at the group of eager figures, Sahinian's lips curled into a seductive smile.

The reason she kept them was not only because they were very docile and obedient after being beaten into submission and served her very well, but more importantly, because this group of people possessed a lot of information about Knife Sheath Fortress, which would be useful to her.

Chapter 239 I really want to be a dog of the Samanid Empire!

Daoshaobao Fortress was shrouded in night, with flickering lights casting shadows.

This place is an extremely secular and decadent place of indulgence. There are no mosques, no minarets, no theocratic hierarchy, and naturally no imams, qatib, or muanjins who recite and preach the gospel.

Furthermore, after a long period of assimilation and successive wars, the various groups of people who have settled here, whether temporary or permanent residents, have all disregarded their original religious identities. Regardless of whether they are Muslims, Christians, Jews, polytheists, or fetishists, they all have only one identity here—people of Daoshaobao.

Indeed, although they frequently use terms like "Allah," "Prophet," and "God" in their vocabulary, those who live here will not fulfill the religious obligations that demonstrate piety. In this city of indulgence, religious rules are like waste paper; indulging in immediate pleasures without restraint is human nature.

The secluded dwelling of the clever Hassan.

"call--!"

Sahimian lay in the steaming Roman-style bathtub, breathing heavily in comfort. A circle of goblins surrounded the tub, with the clever Hassan leading the way, kneading and rubbing her plump, healthy body and jade-like feet, helping the succubus master wash away the fatigue of her journey.

"My master, are you satisfied with this strength?" the clever Hassan asked obsequiously.

"Wow, very good. I didn't expect you to have such good massage skills. If you were in a bathhouse in the Samanid Empire of Iran, you would be a pretty good bath attendant, haha."

"Master, please excuse my poor skills. I am not worthy of such an honor. Please lift your leg, and we will trim your toenails."

"Okay, massage the tops and soles of your feet. Don't touch the nail polish; I put that on with great effort."

"Yes, sir. I will follow your instructions."

The clever Hassan picked up the beautiful jade-like foot and carefully kneaded it.

"Hey, how does it feel?" Sahinian scooped up some water and splashed it onto Hydia in the bathtub next to her.

Another circle of goblins was gathered around, diligently serving Hydiya.

"It feels like a long time ago, but of course it's not as grand as the bathrooms in the Saman Empire," Hydia said, tilting her head back. "Of course, these kids are quite skilled."

"You flatter me, madam." The quick-witted Hassan's face was full of ingratiation. "How can such a poor and dilapidated place compare to the Samanid Empire?"

"Alright, focus." Sahinian hooked her jade foot up and kicked him in the face, turning around seductively, instantly making him feel extremely intoxicated.

“Let me briefly explain the situation at Blade Sheath Fortress during this break,” Sahinian continued.

From her initial intelligence gathering and observations during her journey, she had gained some understanding of this city, which existed outside the authority of the monarch and the sacred law. However, this understanding was still superficial and shallow, so she decided to ask Hassan and the people who had lived there for a long time.

"Yes, Master, I'll tell you about the situation..."

The clever Hassan began to reveal more inside information about Knife Sheath Fortress.

Knife Sheath Fortress exists in the cracks between powerful nations. All sorts of outlaws and adventurers, including mercenaries, come from all corners of the known world to settle here. Here, becoming rich or dying in the streets can happen in the blink of an eye.

In such a dangerous yet opportunity-rich place, mercenaries with exceptional skills and martial prowess naturally become the most prominent figures.

Sahimian's main purpose in coming here was also to recruit mercenaries.

The clever Hassan said that although the mercenaries roamed the streets, their favorite places were the taverns and brothels in the city, waiting to be bought and sold, especially the tavern of the madam Atumai, where many of the most skilled mercenaries were stationed.

"Where is Atumai's tavern located?"

"Her shop is located in the northeastern part of the city. It is spacious and eye-catching, and easy to find."

“Alright, you’ll lead the way tomorrow,” Sahimian instructed.

……

Thanks to the clever Hassan, Sahinnian managed to get a clear understanding of all the areas and prominent figures in Knife Sheath in less than a day.

After bathing, Sahimian once again raised her beautiful and powerful foot and pressed it against the clever ghost's face, using his face as a towel to dry the water droplets. To reward her loyal servant, Sahimian gave him a considerable reward, allowing him to buy delicacies and pastries to satisfy his hunger.

"The lady of the Saman Empire is so kind, I wish I could be a dog for the Saman Empire!" The clever Hassan ate heartily with tears in his eyes. This was the first full meal he had eaten since he had begged and wandered to this city.

The next morning.

Sahimian arranged for her entourage to stay at Hassan's house, while she and the assassin Hydia went to the mercenary market to investigate.

After traversing the winding and narrow maze-like alleys (the residence of the lower-ranking people of Daoshaobao), one can see layers upon layers of weathered, broken walls and mounds of earth.

Shahini had heard Queen Shahzani say that beneath the endless yellow sands of Sharm-Palestine-Syria lay many even more ancient civilizations and cities. Clearly, Knife Sheath Fortress was built on the ruins of an ancient city, likely an ancient city of the Loum (Romans).

"Master, this way please." The clever Hassan was extremely attentive; he was now completely captivated by the Persian female general's allure and power.

Following the signs, an Arabic-style tavern and brothel stood prominently at the intersection of the streets.

Yatu Mai Tavern.

The room was packed with people, filled with the rich aroma of food and wine. The copper lamps by the window lattices and niches cast dim light. People of all kinds sat around the table and cushions, some alone in peace, others raising their glasses to drink.

The oud and hand drum create a melodious and joyful sound.

On the carpet between the tables, barefoot dancers swayed their hips, the bells and gold ornaments making melodious sounds with their movements. A few strips of silk cloth hung down on their snow-white skin, swaying and fluttering with their dance. Their unrestrained and passionate nature was in no way inferior to that of the war dancers of Iran.

The clinking of glasses and boisterous laughter filled the air as men's eyes brazenly swept over alluring figures, filled with greed and excitement. Women, too, actively searched for their "prey," and upon spotting a desired target, they would sway their hips seductively and approach, their eyes brimming with undisguised allure.

If the feasting and revelry in the Samanid Empire of Iran were moderate pleasures disguised under the guise of religion, then the drinking and indulgence here were nothing short of undisguised depravity and debauchery.

However, despite the various unrestrained behaviors in the tavern, there were no troublemakers, all thanks to the reputation of the tavern owner, Atumai.

Sahimian had never met Yatumai in person, but through the clever Hassan's description, she could roughly sketch out her features. After all, to gain a foothold in this chaotic, dog-eat-dog world, and to be quite attractive, one couldn't do without some tricks.

"Are you sure you can take a liking to this undisciplined rabble?" Hydia looked at the noisy scene and turned to look at the Persian female general.

“Let’s do a screening first. ‘Gold is always buried in the sand,’” Sahimian said. “You find an empty seat and observe. I’ll go meet this mysterious proprietress.”

So she had the clever Hassan lead her to the backyard.

Chapter 240 Winning Over the Neutral Faction

The backyard of the Yatu Mai Tavern.

"So, you're from the Samanid Empire of Persia?"

Leaning against the soft cushions, the mature woman with her honey-colored feet raised, spoke in a seductive voice from beneath her thin veil: "Distinguished guests from a powerful empire, what brings you to my humble inn in this remote and impoverished place?"

This was also an extremely charming woman, with pearl-like eyes set in meticulously drawn pink eyeliner, exuding a captivating springtime allure, and her pink lips breathing out a hint of languor.

Her figure was even more graceful and sexy, with a light, rouge-colored silk robe clinging to her jade-like body, the hem of which was slit up to her fair hips, outlining a mesmerizing curve.

If the allure of the Persian female soldiers was an unstoppable torrent of steel, a raging fire spreading across the plains, then the charm of the woman before us was a seductive melody that bewitched the soul, a deadly intoxicating fragrance.

“Exactly. Ms. Atumai, if I’m not mistaken, you must be from Armenia, a beautiful and ancient country.” Sahimian retorted with equal flair and sharp wit.

“Oh? Good eye. Indeed, I am Armenian. I was stranded here as a young girl, so I settled down in this desert border town. And you, esteemed Persian lady, I wonder what wind blew you here?” Yatumae’s pink lips held a hint of flirtatious smile.

“Let me be frank.” Sahinnian’s red lips curled up. “Knife Sheath Fortress is well-informed. You must have heard about the recent situation in the surrounding area. The Black Blade Cult, which follows extreme doctrines, is expanding. If it is not stopped, there will be endless troubles.”

“So,” Sahinian floated seductively to Atumai’s ear and emphasized in a deep voice, “I want to recruit mercenaries from Bladesheath Fortress, and I hope that someone like you can join the fight against the Blackblade Cult, after all, you have some influence there.”

"So that's it..."

After a moment of contemplation, Yatumai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile: "Excuse my bluntness, Your Excellency, your first request is entirely voluntary, but I cannot grant your second request."

Yatumai crossed her beautiful legs, her ten crystal-clear toes lazily rubbing together: "Knife Sheath Fortress is not subordinate to any authority, and neither am I. Neutrality and fence-sitting are our survival philosophy. If we cross this line, we will lose our autonomy and freedom, so please forgive us."

Seeing this, Sahinnian's red lips curved into an even more alluring smile. She slowly approached the Armenian lady, picked up one of her jade-like feet, and gently stroked and kneaded her toes with her strong, delicate hand.

A soft moan drifted over, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

“That makes sense.” Sahimian’s luscious red lips held a meaningful smile. “But you should understand that if the Blackblade Cult really attacks, they will not show you mercy or pity.”

Her jewel-like red lips took her jade-like finger into their mouth, and Yatumai felt a shiver run through her body. A hint of dazedness flashed in her eyes as she whispered, "I know that's how it is, but please allow me to consider it carefully."

"Hesitation and indecisiveness can easily lead to missed opportunities."

Sahinian intensified her attack, her powerful, delicate hands advancing along her smooth thighs, breaking through the fabric and penetrating deep into her hidden depths.