Lestari then leaned against the door. This time, the maids had left, allowing her to focus on her surroundings for the second time.
But most importantly...
'These breasts are quite large and very firm—'
Indeed, Lestari had wanted to do this when she saw all the maids were topless, making her realize that she was just like them.
Lestari had read several internet articles about the dressing style of the ancient Javanese women, who were topless because of the tropical climate and breasts back then were not sexual objects. Furthermore, it turned out that this was not only common in ancient Javanese times, but also in Bali up until the 1940s.
'It even spills out when I hold it in my palm... It's size... probably as big as a C cup.'
Lestari felt a little regretful about having sent the maids out. She still needed their help in getting a mirror so she could admire her body and face projected in this dream. Although such an object might be in this room, in ancient Javanese times, the quartz sand mirrors she knew about had not yet been invented. In this era, the mirror would likely have been bronze, but the problem was, she had never seen one, either in a movie or in real life.
However, that was okay.
'With these long, slender fingers,
these slender, hairless hands in this view,
this curly, wavy hair that reaches down to my thighs,
my status as a princess,
this light yellow skin tone ...
even the light brown color of these nipples ....
The entire visuals in this dream were so detailed and realistic, that there was no way I could be faceless, right?
Then, considering the qualifications I mentioned earlier, there was no way I could be ugly, right?"
Lestari then picked up the fallen cloth and walked towards the bed.
'This complicated knot has finally been untied.'
Speaking of which, the matter of her thighs and light brown nipples ... had sparked a curiosity in Lestari that she couldn't contain.
'Because there's no mirror or cell phone ....'
Lestari leaned back against the wall. Her legs were spread wide. Her head was lowered, her gaze fixed on her genitals.
'The color isn't much different from the surrounding skin, but it's definitely hairless ....'
However, these calves are hairless. Could it be that this body hasn't reached puberty yet ...
or perhaps this is the body my heart has always longed for. This is a dream, and in any case, there must be an aspect of deepest desire.'
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
'What's that sound? Why is it so loud? It's nighttime, it's time to sleep....'
"Aahhhh!!!!!"
'Wait, what's going on? Why is that scream so painful?'
"Ban-Bandung, aaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
"Mercy, please-"
Swoosh, crunch!
Bang!
The door Lestari had secured in two stages was forced open by a man.
Lestari, still unable to process the scene that had happened so quickly, couldn't avoid the large wooden debris that was thrown the other way. Forget about dodging, she was still completely naked.
"RARA JONGGRANG!"
Lestari, her eyes wide open, witnessed the horrific scene before her. The man held a sword drenched in red blood in his right hand, while his left hand ... held a ... disembodied head ... with his hair!
The blood on the sword and from the head dripped as the man stepped forward with terrifying composure. His wooden sandals hit the floor with a heavy, rhythmic thud, as if he were counting down the final seconds of life in the room.
"Aaaahhhhh tulung!"
[Translation: Aaaahhhhh help!].
Lestari's lips trembled violently before a hysterical scream escaped her throat. Her entire body trembled as she gasped for breath. The primal instinct to flee from the man was triggered.
However, before Lestari could take five steps, the man stopped her by throwing the head at her—
hitting her squarely in the face.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!"
Lestari fell to her knees, struggling to avoid stepping on the head. The dim flame in the room reflected the man's shadow, which had completely engulfed Lestari's cowering figure. She couldn't get up, the man was standing right in front of her, leaving no room for her to escape.
"Rara Jonggrang ... apa sing kopilih?"
"Iki."
The man's initial intention to behead the woman had been shattered when the door he kicked in shattered, revealing a woman with a blank stare and her small, pink mouth slightly open.
Especially with her pair of plump breasts, which looked so supple, moving up and down rapidly to the rhythm of her labored breathing.
The distance wasn't a barrier for the man at all. He was a martial arts practitioner and former prime minister of a great kingdom—which he had conquered—and his five senses were even sharper than any martial artist's.
He could thoroughly scan a secret valley flanked by her trembling thighs, a focal point that burned his pupils.
The woman then rose, revealing another forbidden beauty. He was fixated on the shape of her buttocks, which looked so firm and full, forming a perfect, voluptuous curve. The skin there was flawless, light yellow, and incredibly smooth.
'Mangarep layu, eh...'
The man casually tossed the head of his replacement prime minister. Then, the woman fell into a sitting position with one knee raised.
That most taboo of beauty was revealed, radiating an allure that increasingly confused the man's mind.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if trying to suppress his wild desires by swallowing his saliva.
"Rara Jonggrang ... apa sing kopilih?"
"Iki."
The sharp tip of the sword the man held nearly touched the woman's throbbing neck.
"Utawaiki."
Sheathing his sword, the man crouched down. His eyes traced the woman's face, wet with tears and sweat, mixed with blood. Their eyes met for a moment, before he lowered them to her chin and breasts.
The contrast with the paleness of her skin created a terrifying aesthetic that ignited a deviant desire within him.
His gaze continued to descend, following the stream of sweat and red tears.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze fixated on that secret beauty that revealed only a single vertical line. His mind was filled with imaginations of what it would be like to open that gap with his fingers, stained with the blood of the women he had lost.
The dim light falling between her thighs accentuated every detail of the delicate creases that now glistened with cold sweat.
The flow of sweat and red tears then stopped, as if finding its outlet.
This was his final limit.
His mighty cock must rape her pussy to death!
"Amilih apa?!"