Xia Yingjie's Adventure

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In the dimly lit alley, only a few streetlights flickered, providing a meager glimmer of light.

Apart from these old, dilapidated lamps, everything else was shrouded in darkness, clearly indicating it was past midnight.

"What bad luck… just because I was angry that my boss swore at me over work, I casually retorted, and this guy fired me…" In the swaying lamplight, the staggering shadow of a young man was cast on the alley wall. The young man's

name was Xia Yingjie. Just a day before, he was a recent college graduate, a fresh graduate working for a company, but now he'd been fired.

At this moment, Xia Yingjie was alone, carrying a half-empty bottle of liquor in one arm, taking occasional sips, his face flushed, stumbling through the dimly lit alley.

"Now that's it... I have to find a job again... This tiny, run-down place I'm renting is so far from the city center, it's practically deserted, and yet the rent is still so high. Now that my job is gone, I don't even know if I can pay the rent next month. Am I going to have to sleep on the streets from now on?" Xia Yingjie muttered to himself, letting out a burp.

Since being fired from his job, Xia Yingjie had been spending all his time in bars, trying to relieve his stress by drinking.

But the result was exactly as the old saying goes: "Drinking to drown your sorrows only makes them worse." Xia Yingjie stayed in the bar until midnight, and when he didn't have enough money for another drink, he picked up a half-empty bottle of liquor and aimlessly headed towards his rented room in the suburbs.

"I think I've had a bit too much to drink, my head hurts a little... I'd better lie down and rest for a while, consider it practice for sleeping on the street next month." Muttering this to himself, Xia Yingjie leaned against the alleyway wall, trying to make himself comfortable, and reluctantly lay down.

Because of the alcohol, Xia Yingjie's head felt like it was about to explode; he could only pinch his philtrum with two fingers, but it couldn't stop his consciousness from becoming increasingly blurred.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the distance in the dim alleyway.

In the darkness, a middle-aged man wearing a brown fur coat was running forward, one hand pressed tightly against his chest, the other carrying a handbag, panting heavily.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and blood was slowly gushing from the chest he was pressing against, completely staining his clothes crimson.

"The situation has escalated to this point. Although I don't know what those guys' motives are, I'm seriously injured now, and staying will only be a burden to Miss. The best course of action now is to move this magical artifact away as quickly as possible! We absolutely cannot let this thing fall into their hands!" While thinking this to himself, the middle-aged man focused all his attention on what was ahead. However, as he ran frantically, the dim light caused him to overlook the condition of the ground beneath his feet.

"Thump!"

"Ouch! What was that?"

Xia Yingjie chose to lie down against the wall, in a shadowy corner of the alleyway. The middle-aged man, caught off guard, tripped over Xia Yingjie's outstretched feet, falling to the ground. The handbag he was holding also fell beside Xia Yingjie.

"Hey, are you alright, uncle?"

Because of the pain from having his thigh stepped on, Xia Yingjie's mind cleared considerably. He got up to help the fallen middle-aged man.

"What is this? Sticky... red, fishy-smelling liquid... blood?! Why is your chest covered in blood!" Supporting the middle-aged man's shoulder with one hand, Xia Yingjie placed his other hand on the man's chest, trying to help him up, only to find his palms already stained with thick, crimson blood.

"Quick... pick up that handbag... and run..." The middle-aged man's weak voice came from beneath his drooping head.

"Hey! Hey! What handbag? How are you? Don't die, or I won't be able to explain myself when the police arrive. Hang in there, I'll call for help right away!" His heart tightened, Xia Yingjie ignored the handbag the middle-aged man mentioned and quickly rummaged in his pocket, pulling out his phone.

"Answer it, answer it!" Holding the phone to his ear, Xia Yingjie dialed the emergency number and anxiously awaited a response. With a sharp

"whoosh!" sound, the phone Xia Yingjie held to his ear shattered into pieces. Flying shards grazed his ear, leaving several bloody streaks on his cheek. "!" Startled by the blood gushing from his wound, Xia Yingjie's drunken stupor vanished instantly, and he collapsed to the ground. Even the middle-aged man who had been supporting him, without Xia Yingjie's help, also fell to the ground. "Oh dear, trying to call the police? We've sacrificed so many brothers to force you into this sparsely populated place. Things are almost done; it wouldn't be good if a passerby ruined it." A cold voice spoke, and another shadow, hidden in the darkness, slowly emerged from the alleyway where the middle-aged man had come from. As the shadow moved into the illuminated area, Xia Yingjie, still slumped on the ground, finally recognized the newcomer. The one who spoke to Xia Yingjie and the middle-aged man was a slender foreign man. In terms of appearance alone, aside from his icy gaze, he displayed typical features of a foreign race and wasn't particularly outstanding. However, the slender man emerging from the shadows wasn't alone. In front of him stood a beautiful, completely naked woman, tightly embraced by the slender man. Her clothes were stripped off, except for a pair of long, sheer black fishnet stockings that tightly covered her legs; her sensual body was completely exposed. Her hands were tied behind her back, her wrists tightly bound together, the ropes coiling around them completely. Her forearms and upper arms were also tightly bound against her back, leaving obvious, uneven marks on her voluptuous body. Two more ropes were pulled from her bound wrists and tied around her fair neck, using the ropes to hoist her arms high, forcing her to lift her head and thrust her large, round breasts forward. Several ropes looped under her armpits, moving up and down her large, snow-white breasts, easily reaching G-cup size, crossing and constricting the base of her firm breasts, causing them to bulge outwards, swollen and erect, as if they were about to burst from the ropes. This wasn't the end. Two more ropes were forcefully tied between her already swollen and protruding breasts, dividing her snow-white breasts into three sections, like a deformed skewer of candied hawthorns. Her two bright red nipples, engorged and erect, stood proudly atop the bound, rice-dumpling-shaped flesh. The ropes extended downwards, forming a crisscrossing diamond shape at her waist, before abruptly constricting, digging hard into her unsuspecting vulva and the depths of her buttocks. Her two beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, were also bent wide apart, finally pulled behind her head and bound tightly, turning her into a lump of flesh resembling a fleshy pot. In this incredibly humiliating and lewd position, her vulva protruded outwards, wide open to the sides, causing the knots to tighten even further, slightly dampened by the trickling love fluid flowing from her vulva. "Ugh... ugh... ugh ugh ugh ugh!"

The woman's beautiful face was framed by long, flowing hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Half of her eye was hidden by long bangs, and her long eyelashes drooped. Her wide, alluring eyes seemed to want to express something, but because her mouth was firmly sealed with black tape, she could only let out muffled sobs.

Moreover, judging from the obvious bulges on the black tape, something else had been stuffed into her mouth, stretching her cheeks out.

"Miss Hermes?! How is this possible!"

In the dim light, after seeing the scene before him, the middle-aged man, ignoring the blood gushing from his chest, cried out in a final burst of lucidity.

"Heh heh, even with the power of Agares, the second-ranking demon among Solomon's seventy-two demons, a woman is still a woman. She can't fully unleash the power of a demon. What a waste of such talent. Isn't that right, Miss Hermis?" The thin man chuckled sinisterly, loosening his grip on Hermis's waist and instead using one hand to lift the rope tied around her fair neck, as if she were a gourd, suspending the bound woman in mid-air.

"But because of this bitch, all the other members besides me died horribly! Apart from the ordinary demons, my two good brothers, who were granted power by the fifty-second demon god Anloxin and the fifty-fourth demon god Maomo, both died at your hands, you bitch! How are you going to repay this blood debt?" "Ugh! Guh guh guh! Uh wu wu wu?!"

The thin rope tied around her neck tightened suddenly under the weight of the thin man's grip. Hermis, who was being held by the man's arm, could only rely on the ropes that were tightly biting into the tender flesh of her neck to support her entire body weight, which was bound together.

"Ughhhhhh! Gughhhhhh!"

Pulled and deformed by gravity, Hermis's breathing became extremely difficult. Her wide, seductive eyes dilated, and several tears welled up in her eyes. Her beautiful body struggled and twisted incessantly, and her fully exposed lower body spasmed violently, gushing out streams of love fluid that wet the dry ground.

"Although I don't know why you attacked us or how you captured Miss Hermis, now!

Release Miss Hermis immediately! Otherwise, I won't be polite!" The middle-aged man clutched his bloodied chest and swayed as he stood up.

"Hey... Uncle, what's going on here? You, and that guy over there holding a naked woman, what's going on?! And my phone, why did it suddenly break?! I don't have the money to replace it!" Completely bewildered, Xia Yingjie's trousers involuntarily bulged when he saw the woman called Elmis, naked and bound, being held like a toy by a skinny man. However, the slowly bleeding cut on his cheek reminded him that he couldn't afford to be dazed or act foolishly.

"Young man... please do me a favor. Pick up the handbag next to you, and then don't look back. Run as far away as you can. I'll come find you later." Lowering his voice, the middle-aged man clutched his chest and whispered instructions to Xie Ning, who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

"Run? Do you think you can escape! I also have a demon god residing within me—the fiftieth-ranked Fucas! As for you, Edward, the old butler of the Sfield family, although I've heard you possess the power of the thirty-first-ranked Frass, you're already so old, and you were only attacked by a few ordinary demons before, yet you've already been so seriously injured. You really dare to talk big." The thin man curled his lip contemptuously as he pulled on the rope he was holding, tightening the thin rope around Hermis's neck even more.

The rope binding Hermes' body tightly, pulled by the thin rope around her neck, tightened abruptly, accentuating the curves of her body. Her large, white breasts, bound like a skewer of candied hawthorns, stood erect and engorged, as if about to burst. Her eyes rolled back, and she struggled, moaning and convulsing. Her beautiful body convulsed, and she involuntarily lost control of her bladder, spurting out a stream of pale yellow urine.

"Miss!! Stop your nonsense and release Miss Hermes! Young man, although I don't know you, the situation is urgent, and I have no choice but to ask you for help. I'll buy you some time, please grab your bag and run! Believe me, this is your only way to survive!" The middle-aged man, Edward, released his hand, which was already stained red with blood and was clutching his chest. In a final burst of strength, he tore the brown fur coat draped over his body to shreds, revealing a muscular body that was completely incongruous with the wrinkles on his face.

"Lord Fraz, the thirty-first demon god under Solomon's command, in the name of the Sfield family, please grant me the last bit of power to burn my life!" The huge wound on his chest began to gush out blood in large quantities under Edward's violent movements. The magnificent eruption of blood, like a fountain, washed over his rock-solid muscles, completely staining them a bright red.

Black tattoos surged from Edward's neck like a tide, finally coalescing on his left shoulder to form a complete tattoo resembling a robust man.

However, the tattooed face was demonic and grotesque, filled with an eerie, demonic aura.

"Oh, quite an impressive presence. You're already so old, clearly past your demonic prime, and with such a large gash on your chest, you still manage to enter demonic form. I have to give you a few words of praise." The gaunt man forced a disturbingly lewd smile onto his gloomy face, tightening his grip on the thin rope around Hermis's neck.

"Ugh?! Ugh gurgle!! Gugh gurgle gurgle!!!" Her whole body convulsed, and Hermis's bound, fleshy body writhed wildly, drenched in sweat, only causing the ropes binding her to dig deeper into her flesh. The skin around her neck was bright red, and her wide, seductive eyes rolled back, pupils unfocused, clearly on the verge of suffocation.

"Damn it! Young man, there's no time to hesitate, grab your bag and run! I'm going to get you!" Seeing Hermis, the young lady of the Sfield family, who possessed the power of the second pillar of the Solomon's demons, bound tightly and hanging by her neck in a miserable state, Edward let out a desperate roar, then, ignoring the blood gushing from his chest, he charged towards the thin man.

"The thirty-first demon god, Lord Frass's power—Body Tempering activated!" As Edward sprinted forward, the demonic tattoo on his left shoulder glowed faintly. Every muscle bulging like a rock instantly hardened like steel, radiating a metallic luster unique to iron in the dim light. The massive wound on his chest, gushing blood, stopped bleeding as his entire body hardened, as if even his blood vessels had turned to steel.

Xia Yingjie watched the middle-aged man, who had been weak just moments before, now transformed into steel, desperately rushing towards him, feeling somewhat bewildered.

However, instinct told Xia Yingjie that he had better do as Edward said, otherwise, when he faced the naked woman and the gaunt, cold-faced man alone, he might have to worry about his life.

With a quick grab, Xia Yingjie picked up his handbag and ran towards the back of the alley.

"Trying to run? Fucas, the fiftieth demon of Solomon's Pillar, display the power you have bestowed upon me!" The gaunt man swung his free arm, and demonic tattoos instantly emerged from beneath the skin, eventually coalescing into the form of an old man with long horns.

"Get your filthy hands off the lady!"

Edward's muscular body, now solid as iron, charged at the man. Using the momentum of his run, Edward's knees contracted and bent rapidly like springs, then released all the accumulated power. His thigh, thrusting horizontally, lashed out like an iron whip, ready to smash the man's head in.

"Oh dear, Mr. Edward, you'd better watch out, Miss Hermis of the Sfield family... she's still in my hands!" With a twist of his arm, the man holding the thin rope around Hermis's neck used the naked woman, her eyes rolled back and her body convulsing, as a shield, suddenly placing her in front of him.

"Miss!?" Edward, clearly not expecting such a despicable act, was startled when he realized his target had become the bound Hermis. He quickly stomped his thigh on the ground, attempting to stop his powerful impact through friction.

However, despite his best efforts to brake, the inertia of his steel-like body was too great. His bent knee, even with significant deceleration, still slammed into Hermis's smooth, slightly uneven abdomen, tightly bound by the ropes.

"...Ugh! Waaaaah!"

A noticeable, sunken, swollen indentation appeared on her abdomen. A spasm ran through her body after Edward's knee strike, her body convulsing wildly. The ropes binding her tightened with each struggle, her pale neck arched back, tears welling in her wide, alluring eyes; she was on the verge of fainting from the pain.

"The power bestowed upon me by the demon god Fucas—'Void'!"

Two red lights flashed like lightning across the gaunt, grotesque face of the elder, revealed by the strange tattoo on the thin man's arm.

Taking advantage of Edward's momentary daze, the man's hand was already touching Edward's face.

"...I can't...breathe...the air...is gone!!" Although his body had turned to steel, Edward still needed to breathe to keep his body functioning properly. Caught off guard, Edward, already tense from accidentally kicking Hermes, gasped for air only to find that the air in front of him had completely vanished. He instinctively covered his throat, staggering back two steps.

"That's right! Although Fucas is only a demon ranked fiftieth, far inferior to the thirty-first pillar, Frass, the true strength of a demon, besides comparing the strength of the demons behind them, must ultimately be determined by the powers bestowed upon the human being! Edward, you're old!" A maniacal laugh erupted from the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face. The thin man's tattooed arm swung rapidly, creating a wildly spinning airflow that ultimately transformed into countless faint, ethereal vacuum blades, hurtling towards Edward, who was deprived of his normal breathing.

"It's the ability to manipulate air! Damn it! No wonder Miss was defeated by you..." Vacuum blades, faintly visible in his pupils, were rapidly enlarging in size. Faced with this overwhelming onslaught, Edward, unable to breathe freely, could only gasp for air, bending his body slightly downwards and using his two massive, iron-forged arms to protect himself.

"Crack! Crack! Crack crack crack!!"

Sharp air blades slashed at Edward's body. Although the power of dozens of air blades slashing simultaneously looked terrifying, in reality, the damage they caused was only enough to scrape a few sparks from the surface of his iron-like muscles.

"It's just... it's just that I can't breathe! That's all the ability I have. You, you scum of the Alduin family, what right do you have to touch Miss's skin?!" With a ferocious roar like a wild beast, Edward fiercely spread his arms to the left and right, completely shattering the aftershocks of this air blade attack.

Ignoring the agony of suffocation, Edward raised his muscular arms high above him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His raised arms clenched into fists, and his iron fists slammed into the ground like falling meteors.

From the relentless onslaught of this monstrous fist, dozens of terrifying black cracks appeared on the alley's surface, and massive fragments of concrete rubble detached from the ground, flying into the air like dust kicked up by a table, right in front of Edward as he furiously swung his fist.

The next second, Edward's clenched fists, like bullets, slammed into the surface of the rubble, sending the flying concrete pieces flying towards Victor in the distance.

Simultaneously, as he sent all the rubble flying, Edward's powerful legs pushed off the ground, propelling him forward in pursuit of the rubble rain.

"Tch... You've already forgotten about your young lady's safety? This commotion is quite terrifying, but! No matter how much you struggle, you old codger, you're still no match for me!" Calmly watching the countless heavy fragments hurtling towards him, Victor suddenly stretched out a palm in front of him.

Like a giant cannon with a lit fuse, a large, frantically gathering mass of air rapidly swirled within Victor's outstretched palm, then exploded with a deafening roar, violently colliding with the incoming rubble.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The crisp sounds of exploding stones echoed through the alleyway, the extreme intensity of the collisions even making Xia Yingjie, who was staring blankly to the side, feel as if his eardrums were about to be completely torn apart.

"That's all, that's all, that's all! Edward, so what if I want to touch your young lady's skin? And not only that, I'm going to fuck her hard, fuck her, fuck her until she squirts! What can you do to me, you old bastard? Hahahaha!" The boulder in front of him was blasted into fragments by the air cannon. Victor stood crookedly amidst the billowing dust, his face contorted with rage, and his maniacal laughter echoed loudly from within.

"You... you'll never see this moment again, because—I, Edward Sfield, will smash your head to pieces today!" Hidden behind the largest boulder, Edward's powerful body burst through the surrounding dust the moment the air cannon shattered it. One massive arm, bent and straining, stretched straight behind him, releasing waves of terrifying pressure.

"What?! This... how is this possible!" A smug grin still lingered on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face. Noticing the massive punch coming from the side, Victor's gaze flickered with panic.

"Take this punch and go report to hell!" Edward coldly glanced at Victor, his raised fist already descending.

However, just as Edward was about to smash Victor's head with a violent punch, Hermes's gagged face suddenly appeared in front of the punch, completely blocking Edward's attack.

"Just kidding... hahahaha! Hermes is still in my hands, isn't it? Edward, perhaps you should be more careful? I'm quite worried that your young lady's head... might 'smack' explode—" Holding the rope binding Hermes's neck, Victor used her as a human shield, revealing two rows of discolored teeth to Edward, a sinister laugh emanating from the corners of his mouth.

"Miss?! Here we go again! You despicable scum!" Edward's wildly swinging fist softened, and his entire body's speed suddenly decreased.

"Scum—Congratulations…you were right!" Victor's gaze caught Edward's weakened form, and from his palm, starting with his five fingers, a series of spiraling, flowing blades of air completely enveloped his arm.

"Crack!"

The arc of the blades suddenly erupted, flashing horizontally across Edward's waist.

From top to bottom, Edward's steel body was filled with the ear-piercing sound of sharp weapons scraping against metal. Finally, with a sharp slicing sound, along with a severed steel arm, Edward's upper body, already riddled with cuts from the fight, finally succumbed to the continuous impact of the spiraling blades. His steel muscles ripped apart, and his entire body flew out in a spray of blood.

"Hoo... Spiral Rapier - this is my sharpest move to date... Alright, now you know how I caught this bitch? Yes! While she was killing my brother, I seized the opportunity while my brothers were stalling for time, and completely wiped out the air around her. Even a demon bestowed with a function by the Great Demon God Agares, once deprived of the air it depends on for survival, can only suffocate and faint, obediently letting me tie it up like a dumpling!" The skinny man smiled smugly, ignoring Edward, who was now cut in two, and turned his gaze to Xia Yingjie, who was busy running away in the distance.

After witnessing the earth-shattering battle between the two, Xia Yingjie's jaw was already agape, and he could only stand there dumbfounded. However, the moment Edward was split in two, Xia Yingjie instinctively sensed the impending danger and quickly fled towards the alleyway.

"...The magical artifact is on that guy... How pathetic, a demon has to ask a human for help, what a disgrace to demons... Kid, come here." Victor's tattooed arm lifted slightly, and an invisible vacuum instantly appeared behind the running Xia Yingjie. Due to atmospheric pressure, Xia Yingjie's body was pulled backward by the airflow, forcibly moving towards the vacuum created by the skinny man.

"What the hell is this? Why is my body moving backward involuntarily!" Confused, Xia Yingjie exerted force with his legs, pressing hard against the ground, but it was as if a strong iron chain was tied around his waist, completely unable to resist, and he was slowly pulled back to the skinny man's vicinity.

"Humans simply cannot resist this pull. While he and the magical artifact are being pulled back together, Edward, I'll do something fun with Miss Hermis of the Sfield family, who has been cared for by you, her butler, since childhood. Although her body is broken in two, with the vitality of a demon, you should be able to hold on for a while, right? You'd better watch carefully." With a sinister smile, the thin man grabbed the thin rope around Hermis's neck with one hand, strangling her until her eyes rolled back, while his other tattooed arm reached out and tightly gripped Hermis's long hair.

"Bitch, I forgot to tell you, my name is Victor. You'd better remember my name. Although I can't kill you because of what's been said above, everything that follows is my way of avenging my brothers!" With a tug on the arm that was gripping Hermis's long hair, Victor forced Hermis's rolled-back eyes to meet his gaze.

"Gurgle... Waaaaah..."

"Don't worry, I won't let you suffocate, because there's something even more interesting waiting for you!" With one hand around Amy's waist, Victor unzipped his black trousers, revealing a rather magnificent and enormous penis, an unbelievable size relative to his slender frame.

Holding Amy's wasp waist, which was tightly bound by ropes, Victor lifted the knot embedded in the woman's vagina, forcing Amy, whose legs were tied behind her head, to face his erect and thick penis towards her wide-open vulva, and then released his arms.

"Gurgle... Waaaah!!"

Just freed from the suffocating feeling of being tightly strangled, and with her body still covered in fragrant sweat, Amy was already flushed as Victor held her standing in his arms, directly thrusting the huge penis into her open lower body, fucking her hard.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah! Waaaaah!"

With her legs bound behind her head and her entire body tied in a humiliating, vulva-like position, completely unguarded, Victor's erect penis thrust deep into Amy's uterus, pressing against the tight uterine wall and forcibly shaping her soft uterus into the form of his penis as he thrust in and out forcefully.

"Slap slap slap slap slap slap!"

Her peach-like, snow-white buttocks were violently impacted, constantly changing shape under the intense thrusting of his penis.

"Ughhhhh! Ughhhhhh!!!"

Her black-stockinged legs, bent behind her head, trembled incessantly. Amy's tightly bound body twisted and struggled wildly, as if trying to escape Victor's rape, but only causing the ropes binding her to sink deeper, making it even harder for her to breathe.

Her large breasts, tightly bound by ropes, bounced wildly up and down like two bouncy balls as Victor thrust forcefully into her honeypot. Victor then grabbed one of her large breasts and began to knead it roughly.

"These breasts... are astonishingly large! I can only grasp half of them with my whole hand... so bouncy! So smooth! Miss Hermes, you're a born slut! If I were to hand you over to the boss... sigh, I'm already a little reluctant to part with you, hahaha!" "Waaaaah... waaaahhhhhh!!!" Her large breasts, bound into three sections like a candied hawthorn skewer, were gripped tightly by Victor and kneaded like dough. Her rosy nipples turned red and engorged with blood under extreme arousal, causing tears to well up in Hermes' eyes from the pain.

"Hehe, I've got a good idea..."

Victor chuckled, struggling to use one arm to support Hermes' waist and unable to fully grasp her bound breasts with his other hand. The demonic tattoo on his arm flashed red, activating his power—"Void."

"Ugh?! Ughhhhhh... Ughhhhhh!"

Hermes cried out, her large, round, white breasts being thoroughly manipulated by the miniature vacuum created by Victor in front of her.

Compressed by the surrounding air pressure, Hermes' breasts, tightly bound by ropes, twisted and deformed, forcibly compressed into long, pointed shoots, bulging outwards. The ropes binding her breasts contracted along with the pressure, showing no sign of loosening their hold, causing Hermes' body to convulse in pain.

"Hahaha! How interesting, Miss Bitch, what do you think? With your lewd nature, you must be enjoying yourself immensely! By the way, the second-ranked demon god, Agares, seems to represent the sin of lust, no wonder you have such a wanton body!" With his palms pressed against her breasts, Victor used his cavity function to wantonly change the shape of Hermis's large breasts, constantly playing with and kneading them, completely disregarding her body convulsing and moaning in pain.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The intense piston-like movements caused Hermis's lower body to gush water as Victor fucked her, her cheeks flushed, and as her body reached orgasm, her two plump, snow-white buttocks involuntarily twisted, her honey hole tightly enveloping the huge penis inserted into it, reaching deep into the uterine wall, causing Victor to ejaculate large amounts of thick semen after a wave of pleasurable pleasure.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

The pleasure from the orgasm rushed to her brain, and then, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, she couldn't withstand the intense pleasure of being bound and raped. Her eyes rolled back, her head drooped, and she fainted. Strands of white semen flowed from the edge of Victor's penis, which was thrust into her vagina.

"...Miss Hermis..."

Half of his body lay on the ground, Edward barely managed to lift his head, but all he could see was the lewd scene of Victor holding Hermis while standing and relentlessly fucking her. A wave of despair rose in his heart, like a dark cloud completely enveloping his mind.

"Well then, I should check on the magical artifacts now." Turning his head to look at Xia Yingjie, who had been pulled back by the vacuum area, Victor's sinister smile reappeared. He put one arm around Hermis's waist and walked towards Xia Yingjie.

Even though Amy had been fucked unconscious, Victor still didn't free her from his penis. He kept their penises and vaginas tightly connected, and with the unconscious woman bound in a ball inside him, he walked step by step toward Xia Yingjie.

Witnessing the intense "fight" between the two, Xia Yingjie, his body constricted by the air pressure and unable to move an inch, had a tent bulging between his legs, as if it were about to burst through his clothes.

"Hey, is this a dead man? This isn't the time for excitement and an erection! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!" Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. Xia Yingjie, carrying his handbag in one arm, faced the approaching gaunt man, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, unsure of what to do.

"Damn it... why? Why can't I move?! Even taking a single step forward would be better! These guys... they're not human!" His facial muscles contorted under the suction of the vacuum. Xia Yingjie gritted his teeth, desperately trying to move his body in the opposite direction from the cold, menacing man.

However—it was all in vain.

Furthermore, as Xia Yingjie continued to expend his strength in vain, his physical strength greatly diminished, and the speed at which he was pulled backward by the air pressure actually increased further. In just a few seconds, Xia Yingjie had retreated dozens of meters, almost touching Victor, who was controlling the airflow.

"What an ugly struggle, Edward— As a senior demon from the previous generation, to entrust such a precious magical artifact to such a lowly ant, you must be senile. If you ask me, if you just continued to run away with the magical artifact without a care, you might have given me even more trouble—" With a mocking, twisted smile on his face, Victor shook his head disdainfully at Edward, who lay on the ground, completely broken in two.

"Cough...cough cough...you, you lackey of the Alduin family...you think...this matter will just end so simply...?!" Blood gushed from the gaping wound at his waist. Edward spat out several mouthfuls of thick blood, slowly raising his head to stare intently at Victor, who was tightly "connected" to Hermes in the distance, with bloodshot, fiery eyes.

"Oh? Your body is all broken up like this, yet you still have the strength to speak...it seems that the power of body tempering, though seemingly ordinary, is truly extraordinary in its ability to strengthen the body. But your last sentence, as you said, cannot be left like this..." Victor rolled his eyes mockingly, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He grabbed the large breasts of the unconscious woman in front of him and kneaded them forcefully, seemingly as a show of defiance towards Edward, who had been completely severed at the waist.

"Today, I will not only take this magical artifact, but I will also completely turn your family's young lady—Elmis, who is favored by the Second Pillar Great Demon God Agares—into a slutty bitch who only knows how to taste men's penises, making her my lifelong sex slave! The glory of your Sfield family, I, Victor, will utterly crush it into dust today!" Victor leaned close to the profile of the drooping Elmis, licking her cheek with his tongue, while his hands continued to knead her breasts without stopping. As he manipulated the airflow to close the distance between Xia Yingjie and himself, his eyes, filled with ferocity, remained fixed on the half-dead Edward on the ground, his arrogant words spitting out incessantly.

"A magical artifact? What's that? Um...you...you mean the handbag that old man gave me?!" His legs pressed firmly against the ground, Xia Yingjie involuntarily retreated, his mind still hazy. He vaguely guessed something from their conversation and looked at the handbag in his hand, somewhat bewildered.

Previously, due to extreme tension, Xia Yingjie, a law-abiding office worker, had been completely stunned by the splattering blood and bizarre phenomena; his mind was a complete blank.

Even accepting the handbag from Edward was a passive, unconscious act born of utter terror. Now, after listening to their general conversation, Xia Yingjie fully understood the crux of their conflict—the handbag he was carrying.

"Hey! You... uh, friend? Do you want this handbag? I'm just an innocent passerby. You all look like foreigners. Don't drag me, a proletarian, into this bourgeois struggle! If you want the bag, I'll give it to you! But please stop using your supernatural powers for now!" Under the pressure of the airflow, Xia Yingjie laboriously raised the arm carrying the handbag and waved it towards Victor behind him.

"No!!! Cough... Don't give it to him! In this situation, even if you give it to him, you'll only be dead! Cough! Cough!" Seeing Xia Yingjie's look of being willing to hand over the item, the half-dead Edward coughed up a mouthful of thick black blood in horror. As if suddenly experiencing a moment of lucidity, he stared wide-eyed at Xia Yingjie and roared.

"Ah? This... I..."

Hearing Edward's frantic roar, Xia Yingjie trembled, hesitated, and turned his head away. The arm holding the bag involuntarily drooped slightly.

"Heh ha ha ha ha! Yes, that old Edward is right! You're just an ordinary human, nothing more than a lowly ant in the eyes of us demons... But to prevent the incident from leaking out, no matter what you plan to do, you can only face death as your final fate! As a mortal, you've interfered in our demons' struggle, so just accept your fate as a sacrifice!" Squeezing out a sinister laugh through his teeth, Victor mechanically twisted his neck and pulled his hand that controlled the vacuum region backward heavily, as if extending an invisible hand, dragging Xia Yingjie's already swaying figure several meters further back.

"Damn it! Is there really no way out?! I'm just a passerby, heavens! I just got laid off and this bizarre, dreamlike thing has happened... Dream? Wait, this strange unfolding of events, this must be a dream, right?" Like grasping at a straw, Xia Yingjie forced himself to believe that everything was just a dream. However, the next moment, just as he reached out to pinch his cheek, he gasped in pain as he touched the wound he had previously been scratched.

His heart sank.

The pain was the best proof of reality.

Looking back at Victor's sinister smile, Xia Yingjie instinctively shivered.

What the other man said was true; his intuition alone was enough to confirm it. Now, as an innocent bystander caught in this mess, it seemed there was truly no other way out.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!! I just wanted to find a peaceful job and live a quiet life, why, why did this strange turn of events happen?!" Xia Yingjie tugged at his hair, retracting his arm that was holding his bag, leaning forward and straining in the opposite direction from Victor, desperately trying to create distance.

"Still struggling, looking so pathetic. This is the difference between you, a mere mortal, and us, who have ascended to demonhood..." Victor's five bent fingers formed a claw-like shape as he glanced disdainfully at the struggling Xia Yingjie. His large penis, deeply inserted into Amy's lower body, moved intermittently, each thrust causing the unconscious Amy to unconsciously let out a soft, lewd moan from her red lips.

"Damn it!!! Damn it all!!!"

Before Victor could finish speaking, Xia Yingjie, still struggling against the gust of air, suddenly jerked back and hurled the half-empty beer bottle he was holding at Victor behind him.

Since the other party was an uncommunicative monster madman, there was no need for him to beg for mercy. Even

a cornered dog will jump over a wall, let alone Xia Yingjie, who had just been fired by his boss and was brimming with resentment and anger.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound echoed in the air.

The bottle, thrown heavily by Xia Yingjie, spun in mid-air, hurtling towards Victor before abruptly exploding into dozens of fragments of varying sizes floating in the air.

"Tsk, the struggle of an ant is truly pathetic—though it's all for naught..." Victor frowned slightly, shifting his gaze to Xia Yingjie. "I originally just wanted to lure this fleeing ant over, see if the magic tool in your bag was indeed the one I needed before killing you... but since you're so eager to die, I'll just move my plans forward a little." A sinister smile remained on his face as Victor slowly unfolded his hand, which had been curled back in a claw-like shape, and pointed a few straight fingers forward.

"By the way, to prevent you from doing anything dangerous, we should increase the binding force of the air current layer. Otherwise, if you use your magical artifact as a shield, it will really give me a headache." The air current layer surrounding Xia Yingjie increased its force in response to Victor's words, like invisible heavy shackles, firmly locking Xia Yingjie's limbs, forcing him to remain in his original position and unable to move at all.

"Crack! Crack!"

The shards of the wine bottle, which were floating in mid-air in a strange posture, shattered again with a light tap of Victor's finger. Amidst the whistling air currents, the numerous distorted and twisted fragments, as if they had been carefully polished, were shaved into sharp edges layer by layer by the strong air currents swirling around them.

"Damn it! What the hell is that?!" Staring blankly at the numerous shards of wine bottles suspended in mid-air, sharpened into blade-like edges, Xia Yingjie instinctively cried out, trying to dodge, but the powerful air pressure in the vacuum prevented him from moving effectively.

"Using your own things to kill yourself, that's—a death befitting an ant—" "Cough, quick, protect your body!!!" Victor's sinister laughter and Edward's weak shouts simultaneously pierced Xia Yingjie's eardrums.

In addition, amidst the echoes of the collisions, the piercing sound of sharp weapons tearing through the air also erupted at the same moment.

Reflected in his dark pupils, the world before Xia Yingjie's eyes was now completely occupied by countless dagger-shaped fragments radiating a chilling light.

"I can't move at all... It seems my life is going to end in this absurd situation... Speaking of which, as a virgin, I've never even touched a woman's body, and to die like this is really unfair! Damn it, I'm actually a little envious of this madman..." "Thud! Thud! Thud!" Dozens of sharp sounds of weapons piercing flesh erupted in succession, like a drizzling rain, muffledly echoing in this deserted alley.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Edward, I didn't expect that even if your body is broken in two, you still have a certain amount of strength! You can actually support your entire upper body with just the strength of your forelimbs and jump such a long distance—it seems that the ability of body tempering is not entirely useless after all." Looking calmly at the scene before him, Victor's face revealed a playful smile.

Before Victor, Edward shielded Xia Yingjie's body with his mangled, blood-splattered upper body. Both fell to the ground simultaneously, slumped against the rain of shards, lying supine on the cold earth.

In the instant before Xia Yingjie was to be struck by the shards, Edward unleashed his last strength, using his mutilated body to shield his opponent, taking the brunt of the sharp attacks head-on.

Now, on Edward's severed torso, besides the horrific gash already gushing blood mixed with fragments of flesh and bone, numerous sharp shards of bottle had broken through the surface of his bulging, muscular body, embedding themselves deep within the flesh, gushing forth pools of crimson fluid.

"Uncle… what happened to you…" Xia Yingjie stared blankly at Edward, who lay sprawled on top of him, riddled with shards of bottle, his face completely drained of color, turning deathly pale.

"I'm sorry... for dragging you into our struggle... cough, I understand your fear. Now that things are like this... although it might not be able to get you out of danger, it's the only way I can alleviate my guilt a little... cough!" Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Edward forced a pale smile at Xia Yingjie before finally tilting his head and ceasing all movement.

"Sigh, old man... you've already ruined me, this is useless." Xia Yingjie gave a helpless bitter laugh, rubbing his disheveled hair and looking at his bloodstained chest.

Several sharp shards were deeply embedded in his left chest,

where his heart was.

Even though Edward had used his own body as a shield, doing his best to block the shards from Xia Yingjie's attacks, because he only had half a body left, many shards bypassed Edward's flesh and embedded themselves deeply in Xia Yingjie's body behind him.

"What bad luck... My consciousness is starting to fade... I'm so unwilling, so incredibly unwilling... I haven't even tasted a woman's pleasure before I'm sent to the underworld. I bet even my grandfather will be too ashamed to recognize me..." Touching the blood-soaked patch of his shirt, Xia Yingjie slapped his forehead hard and let out a final sigh.

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[The End]

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