The Female Officer Became a Farmer After Getting Reborn - Chapter 506 - : What Are the Bad People Like

In the Kingdom of Zarethrone, justice isn’t served by a blade or exile it’s served through pleasure.A land where one can escape death... if they satisfy the desires of royalty. Where punishment comes in the form of seduction, and the King's rule is wild, wicked, and erotic.Prince Kaelith, the only heir to the throne, is forbidden from lying with any man.In a kingdom ruled by lust, his desire for a man is the only crime he must never commit. But when secrets swirl, forbidden hearts awaken, and his body begins to crave what the law denies… how long can he obey the rules of his father’s kingdom?Hale is a poor, rebellious son of a village blacksmith. He didn’t expect to catch the eye of Prince Kael. And he didn’t expect Kael’s gentle hands, stolen glances, or whispered promises in the dark.But falling in love with the prince is illegal as a Man. Forbidden. Deadly.As their hidden romance grows under royal eyes, from royal chambers filled with whispered moans to courtroom punishments that ignite passion, every chapter drips with sin, secrets, and the battle between pleasure and power.In Zarethrone, no one is truly innocentAnd pleasure is the only way to survive.Warning: This story contains mature themes, erotic punishments, LGBTQ+ relationships, and royal affairs not suited for readers under 18.If you're ready for a royal fantasy like no other, add to your library, leave a review, and join the journey of His Majesty’s Secret.

In a foreign country, a leisurely little farmer.

Beer, side dishes, beef and sheep barbecue, small pond, three or five fish and shrimp, a pot of soup.

There are hundreds of flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer, snow in winter, and a hut in the woods.

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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In the post-apocalyptic age, men were damned.