"Yes, you're making good progress with the licking."
The sound of the whip rising in the room was sharp and ominous.
Arabella held one hand under her chin, the other hand holding a whip, her legs spread apart, with a somewhat lazy posture, looking at the man kneeling in front of her and teasingly speaking.
The kneeling man was almost naked, with his muscular body covered in intertwined scars from the whip.
This is the undercover agent sent to her by Taras.
She specifically checked and found that the senior officer of Viskomo was named Reginald Falmouth.
He's quite capable, with both skill and intellect, but unfortunately, being a soldier as an undercover agent is far from a wise choice.
If he were just a rookie, it might have been easier, but as an experienced soldier, even escaping the battlefield is difficult.
After serving for so long, sitting and standing are done in military posture, and the deep marks left by his helmet are undeniable; there's simply no way to disguise himself as an ordinary civilian.
Let alone pretending to be a ruthless bandit, a cold-blooded killer who shows no mercy—there's a stark, visible difference between justice and malice.
Reginald gritted his teeth and endured. He had mentally prepared himself for countless scenarios before coming undercover.
But none of them involved this kind of humiliation.
He could endure pain, torture, and a tragic death rather than being crushed under a woman's legs on his shoulders, being whipped by a woman, and repeatedly practicing licking a woman's vagina.
A great humiliation!
For a soldier like him, it is better to die than to be dishonored!
But it was clear that this woman, Arabella, was pleased with him. Whatever report came in, if he worked hard enough at his task, she wouldn't even bother to avoid him. She would openly discuss matters right in front of him.
Caught between the intelligence he was gathering and the humiliation he was enduring, Reginald could only numb himself with faith and a sense of justice.
But one day, he would personally eliminate this disgusting woman, Arabella.
For just a moment of absent-mindedness, Arabella's whip flew up, as if he were teasing a dog playfully and asked with a mocking smile, "Why are you dog so stupid? Just praised it again and it can't do it again?"
With this lash, a savage blood mark immediately appeared on Reginald's body. He let out a muffled grunt, and the light in his eyes became as sharp as an arrow.
Arabella, with an impassive expression, took in the scene before her, a faint, satisfied curve appearing at the corner of her lips.
Raven entered from outside, bowing deeply with respect as he whispered, "Master Unknown—"
He cast a brief glance at the kneeling, obedient Reginald, hesitating, as though words were caught in his throat.
"It's nothing. Just a dog on the bed," Arabella waved the whip in her hand dismissively, her gaze not sparing Reginald a second look.
"Understood! The goods are all ready, Master Unknown. When shall we ship them?"
"Set it for three days from now, and confirm everything with Abyss. This shipment is large, we can't afford any mistakes."
Raven subtly glanced at Reginald, nodding in acknowledgment. "Understood. I will give the orders right away."
After Raven left, Reginald's expression remained unchanged, though his heart was filled with exultant joy.
In three days, Arabella would send a shipment, with the buyer being Abyss.
Reginald committed this news to memory, sharpening his resolve, preparing to first strike at Arabella's confidence.
But before that, he was stepped on the head by Arabella, while the other foot skillfully brushed against his genitals that were tied up to restrict ejaculation, causing him to let out a muffled groan and emit a difficult-to-bear and suppressed sexual desire sound.
"You can't bear it anymore?" Arabella issued a delighted voice, asking temptingly, "Do you want me to help you?"
Reginald gritted his teeth and refused to surrender to his desires, but he was forced to submit.
In a short period of time, Arabella knew his body inside and out and could easily arouse his sexual desire. He sank into depravity in the repeated training, and now he instinctively knelt down and obeyed when Arabella simply spoke, taking her feet in his mouth to lick and suck.
*
In a dim and chilly corner,
the deal between the two individuals continued.
"What? Still hoping for that woman? In her heart, there's only that dead man; she wouldn't care about anyone else."
The voice from the voice changer sounded odd, as if it were a fierce ghost crawling from the deepest part of hell, secretly gnawing at the souls of the living.
There was a deathly silence; the other person seemed unwilling to answer the question.
After much hesitation and struggle,
"I heard that woman Arabella is getting married? Is she interested in a governor's son? Is she planning to turn over a new leaf?" came an eerie laugh from the other end of the voice changer.
"That's her using him." The other person hastily defended, seemingly seeking a foothold for his unwavering resolve.
"Oh? Using him? Playing with a missionary? What use is him? To recite his doctrine in bed?" It seemed as if the speaker realized they had mentioned something perverse, and the other end of the microphone burst into a cackling laugh, like that of a madman, with a vague and bloody obsession.
Clearly annoyed by the laughter, the other person growled, "Shut up."
"Don't be foolish. Cyrus was so devoted to her back then, yet wasn't he strangled to death by that woman without a second thought? That woman gets everything too easily. If you don't teach her a lesson, she'll never know to cherish anything. How about it? Let's team up; it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." The voice under the voice changer was constantly provoking and tempting.
A deep breath escaped him; in the end, the other had wavered.
"Alright. But we must agree on three conditions. I can cooperate with you, but only with the premise that I want her to suffer a setback, not to expand her territory. If I ever find out you're planning to threaten her life, I won't let it go."
The other end of the voice changer laughed continuously, as if hearing a hilarious joke.
"Rest assured. A woman like Master Unknown, such a rare beauty, how could I bear to let such a woman die?"
Having reached an agreement, the two immediately proceeded with detailed and thorough planning.
Arabella's shipment this time was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
To bring her down, to drag her into the abyss, where she would never again rise to the peak.
*
Reginald had gone to great lengths to send out the intelligence.
When he came over to infiltrate, his superior told him that the police had long planted an informant by Arabella's side, but he had been marginalized and not taken seriously.
He paid close attention for a long time and finally matched signals with a man named Edmund.
Edmund had been hiding in Arabella's place for a long time, but his identity was merely that of a handsome dancer.
A small treat, dispensable.
Arabella was busy almost every day and rarely thought about Edmund. But Edmund was indeed handsome, danced well, and was good for spicing up life.
The advantage of being marginalized is that few keep an eye on one's every move, allowing for the freedom to come and go. He was the perfect candidate to pass on information.
After the two cooperated to send out the information about Arabella's shipment, they waited for the arrest operation.
Three days later, just as the people from Abyss received the cargo ship from Arabella in the middle of the night, they were surrounded by the Kewa police who had set up a tight net beforehand.
A shipload of beverage was seized.
This was rather awkward.
This was a unique beverage produced in another country, which can refresh and invigorate the mind. It contains a component with a slight stimulant effect.
While it is considered contraband, there are no explicit international regulations prohibiting its circulation.
However, it is more popular in inland areas, while the four countries across the sea do not trade much. Moreover, Kewa has explicitly banned trade between the two countries, making all cargo exchanges smuggling.
Those responsible for this batch of smuggled goods on the Abyss side were remnants of the Destiny. Being caught like this, they certainly had to give an account.
The leaders of them were detained, with solid evidence, and naturally faced conviction for smuggling.
Taras suffered a significant loss of this shipment, and after smoothing relations with various political figures, the result was that it was a special time and no business should be conducted.
After about ten days, Reginald devised a way to have Edmund send out another piece of intelligence. Arabella was preparing to ship another batch of goods.
This time, it was also a large-scale operation, with the goods and the perpetrators both caught red-handed.
A shipload of Coffee Beans.
This is also a unique product found only from a country, highly popular among the younger generation. It can be consumed directly, crisp and sweet, yet with a mild analgesic effect, while not easily addictive.
During regular cross-sea trade, Coffee Beans were not prohibited. They only entered through special channels, and both the Destiny and the Abyss traded in such items.
This time, Taras complained bitterly. Everyone was trying to earn a living; this was leaving no room for survival.
The Abyss has always had trade relations with Arabella, which was under Arabella's control. Any transaction originally couldn't avoid Arabella. Can the four countries, wary of Arabella, even regulate ordinary goods?
The bribed officials also found the police's reaction to be overblown. The police, on the other hand, were under immense pressure, especially as the Kewa police remained on high alert, repeatedly ambushing the goods. Although the seized goods never crossed the threshold of contraband, they always turned out to be highly profitable items.
After several shipments were seized, Taras lost his temper.
Since you police were not giving them a way to live, the little ones below need to make a living. So, sorry, they have to take action.
For a time, fights, brawls, robberies, and murders became rampant.
The beleaguered governments and police forces of the four countries, after receiving the sixth tip-off, refrained from carrying out a direct arrest operation. Instead, they silently traced the goods' route, from Kewa to Island. The soft commodities, still quite popular among the public, had to be let go.
After several more secret ambushes and observations, there were still no issues.
The police of the four countries gave up hope, realizing that Abyss and Arabella were merely engaging in mutual benefit and skirting the law.
After another two or three months of such back-and-forth, one calm night, a ship of goods once again arrived at the port of Kewa. As always, the Abyss discreetly sent people to unload the cargo.
The port maritime police received orders from their superiors to stand down. The customs officers, who had been paid enough, were already accustomed to the situation and did not interfere.
The cargo passed through customs smoothly as usual.
Far away on the other side of the sea, Arabella's lips curled into a sinister and smug smile.
This time—this was what will drag the people of the four countries into hell.
With the release of this batch of drugs, she could already see the dawn of victory on the horizon.
