Legend of the Demon Forest Town

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Brin is a small town near the Demon Forest. This border town, nominally belonging to the Duchy of Dorne, is easily attacked but difficult to defend, and lacks any strategic resources, making it a gray area and buffer zone between the Duchy of Dorne and its hostile neighbor, the Duchy of Stan. Because of its proximity to the Demon Forest and its remote location, it's rife with bandits, and legitimate merchants avoid passing through it on their trade routes. Despite these inherent disadvantages, Brin is a bustling place. While it doesn't have the title of "city that never sleeps" like the duchy's capital, it's always teeming with people. Markets, taverns, inns, restaurants, and even the church are often packed. The reason, as mentioned earlier, is that Brin is near the Demon Forest.

The Demon Forest is home to various kinds and levels of magical beasts, and there are even rumors of dragons. The rare and exotic animals and treasures found there are said to be incomplete to this day. The pelts of the Demon Sable are said to be priceless in the duchy's capital, and the Demon Crystal Beads, a specialty of the Demon Forest, are in extremely high demand. So much so that most mercenary groups on the continent have branches in Brin Town, and mercenaries and adventurers who consider themselves highly skilled like to gamble their lives here: either instant fame and a worry-free life, or a lonely death far from home. The forest is filled with miasma and teeming with poisonous insects; unless one is a powerful warrior or possesses superior tools, let alone obtaining treasures, one simply cannot return to the town intact. The lucky ones lose body parts, the average ones suffer from swelling, and some even become mute; of course, the unlucky ones simply don't make it out.

Rilro is reading a book.

"The Legend of Saint Genus" is an autobiographical work about the legendary adventurer Genus. Because of its easy-to-understand style and captivating descriptions of world wonders, famous scenic spots, and perilous locations, it has become widely popular among the common people. Even if knowledgeable individuals verify that the book is nine parts fiction and one part fact, it cannot stop literate commoners from enjoying it. Rilro is currently reading this novel.

Eighteen-year-old Rilo is an orphan. His mercenary parents entered the forest ten years ago and never returned. According to their surviving mercenary friends, they were incredibly unlucky to encounter a swamp hydra. As front-line warriors, they were the first to be devoured, their bodies never recovered. Eight-year-old Rilo was numb at the time, unable to process what had happened. What did it mean that his parents were dead? What did it mean that they would never come back? Rilo had seen dead people before, as not all severely wounded warriors could be healed by the church's magic. But when it happened to him, Rilo was completely overwhelmed. Although eight-year-old Rilo was precocious, he was far from being able to support himself. His parents were unruly mercenaries with many enemies and few friends. Rilo not only faced the pain of losing his loved ones, but also a crueler reality.

Rillow started working for the old blacksmith next door. Too young and weak to move the furnace or chop wood, he could only do cleaning and errands. Because of the blacksmith's pesky attitude, the workload wasn't small. The blacksmith disliked this freeloader, but no one in the neighborhood wanted to help, and being the closest, he reluctantly took him in. The blacksmith, a former adventurer, was known for his volatile temper. If it weren't for his daughter Hannah's desperate pleas, he would have simply ignored the town's public opinion.

A once-successful adventurer often implied a life of loneliness or being born late in life. Generally, no family wanted to marry their daughter to an adventurer; they had no stable income, no fixed abode, and their lives were precarious. Good families wouldn't even consider such a job. The old blacksmith was an exception. He wasn't one to show off; on the contrary, he was quite reclusive. When people saw the nearly 50-year-old man marry a woman under 20, a woman as beautiful as an angel, the townspeople were thrilled! It was said that the number of young men becoming mercenaries that year doubled compared to previous years.

Sadly, beauty is fleeting; the old blacksmith's wife, weakened after giving birth to Hannah, passed away a few months later. The old blacksmith didn't shed a single tear at the simple funeral, and his daily behavior remained unchanged, astonishing the townspeople.

Rilo's room wasn't large, but it was very bright. Hannah had given it to him after discovering Rilo's love of reading, which enraged the old blacksmith, who tried to drive Rilo away for the 92nd time, quickly failing once again.

"If Rilo leaves! I'll leave with him!" Hannah roared, always managing to save Rilo at the last moment.

The old blacksmith knew Hannah always kept her word, whether it was her promise to kill the second-tier magical beast, the Berserker Bear, or her vow never to eat carrots. Incidentally, Rilo always ate the last of Hannah's carrots.

Under the blazing sun, Rilo glanced at the hourglass; it was time to work again. Reluctantly setting down his well-worn, yellowed copy of *The Legend of Saint Gluck*, Rilo headed to the workshop to continue his unfinished morning exercises.

The forging workshop was right in front of the old blacksmith's house, a typical small business. Since Rilo learned to operate the furnace at age 15, the old blacksmith rarely worked on his own initiative, devoting most of his time to Linda's "Hero's" gambling den on the east side of town. Interestingly, the old blacksmith rarely gambled much, and he won more than he lost, much to the townspeople's secret amusement. Rilo, working closely with the old blacksmith, sensed a possible affair between him and Linda. Of course, most people wouldn't expect the still-attractive Linda to show interest in an old man in his sixties.

Rilo's appearance was average, very average. His eyes were small and lifeless, his facial expression dull, so few people liked him growing up; no wonder no one offered him a helping hand when his parents died.

"Bang!" Rilo slammed his hammer down on the red-hot iron block. The black iron would transform into a two-handed greatsword in about fifteen minutes, and once cooled, Rilo would have completed his task for the day.

Ten years of rigorous training had made Rilo exceptionally muscular, his muscles deeply ingrained, his arms powerfully strong, and his 180cm height allowing him to stand out among most of the townspeople, whose average height was below average. Of course, there were a few exceptions, including a woman.

"Rillo! I'm back!" A clear, bright female voice suddenly appeared behind Rilo. Rilo didn't need to turn around to imagine the woman's slender figure, but he still turned. He couldn't get enough of this figure.

The newcomer had blonde hair and blue eyes, her skin a fair white, and she was exceptionally tall, about 15cm taller than Rilo. She wore a set of coarse blue cloth clothes over a set of scarred red half-armor, her well-proportioned limbs mostly exposed. The tattered red armor offered little cover, and the skirt at the bottom was practically useless, revealing her full, firm thighs. Her left calf was encased in leg armor, but her entire right calf was completely bare, without even shoes or socks. Looking further up, her voluptuous, fleshy buttocks were difficult to appreciate from the front, but the tattered skirt evoked a sense of allure. The woman's waist was shockingly thinner than her proud, firm breasts and temptingly large buttocks. From top to bottom, a captivating hourglass shape was clearly visible. Her blonde hair was dusty from the long journey, and her handsome face was merely passable; her bright golden, waist-length hair had slight wavy curls. In terms of looks alone, she was far less striking than the town's famous beauties. But Rilo knew that the town's bored men had already voted this woman's body the best it had been in 50 years. A woman who is 195cm tall would generally not have a very prominent bust, but this woman's breasts were as large as two small heads, and unusually firm. If her family hadn't been blacksmiths, she probably wouldn't have been able to find a suitable breastplate.

This woman was, of course, Hannah.

Hannah wanted to hug Rilo, but then she remembered she was still wearing her armor, and she hadn't showered in two months, so she didn't want to give this man, with whom she had harbored inexplicable feelings since childhood, the smell of which would leave a bad impression.

Hannah was 23 years old and had been famous far and wide since childhood. After all, it was very rare for a woman to be so tall. Especially after she became a level two warrior at the age of 20 and killed a monster of the same level, the Berserker Bear, people gave her a nickname: Female Titan.

Rilo looked at Hannah. He had many questions he wanted to ask, but the first thing he did was walk up to her, ignoring her attempts to avoid him, and hugged the alluring woman tightly, burying his face in her deep cleavage. The aroma was a mix of wild beast's blood, warrior's sweat, and, only to Rilo, Hannah's uniquely alluring fleshy scent. Rilo always called it the scent of seductive flesh, which Hannah used to chase after him for.

"You...how could you...I haven't even showered yet! Let go of me!" Hannah struggled, her face flushed.

"No, it's been so long since I've hugged you, I need to make up for the two months I've missed."

"Then...can we hug inside? It's so embarrassing if people see us at the door."

Rilo reluctantly let go of Hannah, took her hand, and led her inside.

"Oh no! Greatsword!"

Rilo had been so focused on cuddling with Hannah that he'd completely forgotten about his greatsword, which he was still practicing. "Luckily, I can still fix it." Rilo immediately began to concentrate fully on his work. Once in work mode, Rilo completely forgot about everything else. He thought it was because slow learners could only do one thing at a time, but Hannah thought this focus was a huge advantage. Of course, Hannah saw many great qualities in Rilo, but others didn't quite agree. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Hannah watched Rilo work for a while, then went back to her room to shower and change. After all, even a warrior is still a woman.

"Finally done." Rilo wiped the sweat from his brow. He had just rescued a decent weapon from danger and felt a sense of accomplishment, completely unaware that he had caused it to be in peril.

After finishing, Rilo admired his work for a while, especially the small inscription on the hilt: "Rillo Mochi." Rilo was easily satisfied, except for two things: weapons and Hannah.

Rilo quietly approached Hannah's room. Before he could decide what to do, he heard Hannah say from inside, "Come in, you lustful fool." Sure enough ,

he couldn't hide it from a level two warrior. Rilo, just an ordinary person, thought with seven parts envy and three parts pride, then pushed open the door.

The first thing he saw was flesh.

The tall Hannah crossed her arms, supporting her enormous breasts. Her black lace bra was clearly too small, exposing large swathes of her snow-white flesh to the air. Hannah was white, and the areas not frequently exposed to the sun had a healthy, rosy glow, a captivating beauty. The most striking thing was that Hannah was wearing an expensive black stocking set and crystal-clear, backless high heels, towering at 30cm. Already tall, Hannah now almost resembled a giant. Her alluring outfit suddenly revealed her greatest advantage: her perfect physique.

During her adventure, Hannah encountered a noble group that had been attacked and killed by a pack of ice wolves. Although she didn't know what the group had been doing in the Demon Forest, the mercenaries didn't hesitate to "take what they needed" from their belongings. These highly seductive noble lingerie naturally ended up in the hands of the only woman in the group. Women mature early, and Hannah had always harbored feelings for Rilo. However, while Rilo liked her, he was unusually dull, only fondling her ample breasts, buttocks, and legs, and occasionally kissing her lips, without making any "progress." Hannah, being a young woman experiencing her first love, after discovering that Rilo proudly didn't mind her height, wanted to find a way to make him more "ambitious."

Thus, this seductive operation was born.

Rilo, panting heavily, felt his eyes couldn't take it all in. Her enormous breasts were so alluring, her long legs so captivating, and her beautiful buttocks like an abyss, utterly bewitching any man's will. Rilo roared and pounced on the beauty, 40cm taller than him. Hannah, with only level two martial arts skill, was like a lustful girl delighted by a pervert, collapsing to the ground amidst laughter. Despite the seemingly heavy fall, Hannah was completely unconcerned. Watching the man frantically ravaging her, using both his mouth and hands, Hannah felt immense happiness. Rilo, this border town boy, had only ever seen the most alluring women in his life: Lady Nightingale in the brothel and Linda in the gambling den, but neither could compare to the beautiful, fleshy Hannah in her high-class prostitute attire of the city that never sleeps.

Rilo's left hand gripped a white breast, the tender flesh spilling out between his fingers; his black bra had already been pulled down in the chaos. He bit into the grape atop another giant peak, sucking hard. Though there was no breast milk, he felt only the rich aroma of flesh, and his lower body was already hard as iron. His right hand was busy, caressing her black, beautiful legs and kneading her plump

buttocks with great pleasure. "Ah~~ umm ah~" Under Rilo's methods, Hannah was gradually reaching her peak, her tall body unsure of how to position itself comfortably, writhing helplessly. Rilo suddenly pounced on her, grabbing her plump breasts with both hands, his large mouth covering Hannah's lips, his tongue immediately seizing the opportunity, probing into Hannah's mouth. Hannah, who was moaning lewdly, was caught off guard, her tongue fiercely grasped, stirred, and sucked. Hannah could only passively let Rilo do as he pleased in her mouth, saliva constantly overflowing into their mouths, but they were completely unaware. A pair of white, tender mountains changed shape in his demonic hands, Hannah's beautiful, full legs in black stockings kicked helplessly, her explosive power of level two battle qi having nowhere to be released.

Rilo could no longer endure. Although he was a true virgin, he had seen it all, and through observation, he knew the basics of sexual relations. He didn't know how Hannah had acquired her body, so he dared not damage her black underwear. He quickly pulled down his own pants, parted her beautiful, black-stockinged legs, moved the underwear covering her tender, red vulva to the right, and thrust his iron-like penis into her dripping wet opening. Hannah hadn't expected Rilo to be so skilled, and caught off guard, she cried out in pain. Seeing Hannah's scream and the bleeding from her vulva, Rilo's lust subsided slightly. He grabbed her large breasts, used the flesh to pull up the limp, boneless upper body of the level two warrior, and stretched his neck to kiss her tender lips. Hannah, being a level two warrior, had a much higher tolerance than ordinary people. After crying out, she no longer felt pain, only a warm feeling inside her, a perfect union with her lover, and she never wanted to be separated. She was large-framed, her width almost matching that of the man, Rilak. She wrapped her arms around her beloved, her plump buttocks fully engulfing his penis as she sat on him, her two black-stockinged legs tightly clamping around him as if he might run away. Rilak was enjoying her sweet lips and fleshy breasts when suddenly his lover's arms and legs wrapped around him, making him feel as if he were being coiled by a giant python. Rilak suddenly began to suckle Hannah's saliva and tongue greedily, his hands sometimes kneading her large breasts, sometimes caressing her plump buttocks and back, his lower body thrusting forcefully, but not with great amplitude. Hannah and he were now truly one, how could she not know what her lover wanted? Her plump buttocks twisted up and down, trying her best to feel the pleasure. A pair of virgins, making love with the tacit understanding of a couple who had been married for many years.

Gradually, Hannah became dissatisfied with the depth of her penetration, her shapely black-stockinged legs supporting her weight, forcefully swinging her hips. Rilak, in ecstasy, released her lips that had been holding him tightly, but before he could catch his breath, Hannah pressed him into her snowy peaks again. Rillow, only slightly stronger than an average person, was utterly helpless. Despite initially gaining the upper hand, Hannah turned the tables, forcing him into a passive, defensive position.

After over two hundred thrusts, Hannah relaxed slightly, and Rillow, though physically weak, possessed the heart of a powerful man and began his counterattack. He first gripped Hannah's incredibly slender waist with both hands, pulling his penis to the tip, kneeling, and then suddenly thrusting in with both hands and hips, penetrating deeply. Even the athletic Hannah couldn't withstand it, letting out a loud moan. After only fifty or so thrusts, Hannah was already weak, lost in pleasure, completely at the man's mercy.

After another three hundred heavy blows, Rillow, knowing many positions but unaware of the nuances of three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, or nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, had reached his limit with his relentless thrusting. Suddenly, he felt an extremely powerful suction from the beautiful flesh he loved so much, accompanied by Hannah's unusually high-pitched moans. Caught off guard, Rillow almost instantly ejaculated. During her climax, Hannah clung tightly to Rilo, her limbs wrapped around him. If someone were watching from a distance, the muscular Rilo might not be visible at all, completely hidden by the beautiful flesh before him. Rilo ejaculated wave after wave. He never masturbated; this was the first time he had ejaculated while fully conscious, feeling as if he had been shooting for an eternity before he was completely finished. After her climax, Hannah was exhausted and pressed her entire body against the lying Rilo, both of them breathing heavily. When they realized that even their breathing rhythm was the same, they smiled at each other.

Hannah was reluctant to get off Rilo and breathed into his ear, "Where did you learn so many positions? You've made me, made me..." Hannah's shy appearance caused the limp penis inside her to become erect again. Hannah groaned in pleasure and said softly, "Do whatever you want, just don't kill me."

Hearing this, Rilke was like a raging fire doused with oil. He grabbed the huge beauty's body and stood up abruptly. Hannah screamed, her limbs wrapping around his upper body again, this time like a giant koala. Rilke violently thrust into the beautiful flesh before him, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing incessantly. How could Hannah, who had just lost her virginity, withstand such deep and fierce thrusting? She moaned and groaned incessantly. After a while, Rilke felt it wasn't enough. He took a few steps forward and slammed Hannah against the wall, fucking her hard. Although she was supposed to be against the wall, because of her height and 30cm heels, Hannah ended up with her legs on the ground, her arms wrapped around Rilke's head, letting him take turns sucking and biting her large breasts, squatting down to receive his fucking. Rilke's hands were never idle; every inch of her black-stockinged thighs was touched at least ten times, as if declaring ownership of this beautiful flesh. After another 200 or so thrusts, Rilo noticed Hannah was gradually regaining her strength. If he didn't change his approach, he would lose control again. Suddenly, he grabbed her ample thighs and lifted her high, rotating her 180 degrees around his penis. Luckily, her vagina was well-lubricated; otherwise, his penis would have been damaged.

Now, the athletic Hannah was in a standing, doggy-style position with her hands against the wall. But a problem arose: Hannah, now 40cm taller than Rilo in her heels, had her vagina high above him, making it impossible for his penis to penetrate. Rilo roughly held her plump buttocks in place and pulled her close, thrusting wildly. He didn't care how Hannah could stand! Hannah, being a combative type, could not only maintain her balance in positions that most people couldn't, but she also moved her hips back and forth to coordinate with the thrusting. Hannah was drenched in sweat. After 500 thrusts, she finally couldn't hold on any longer, letting out a moan as she reached orgasm, collapsing limply onto Rilo. This time, Rilo finally resisted the suction. He slammed the beautiful woman's upper body heavily onto the table, spreading her legs until her buttocks were positioned correctly, and began to thrust wildly and mercilessly once more. After two orgasms, Hannah collapsed onto the table, only able to moan in sync with the thrusting. Rilo, with his hands supporting her buttocks, thrust casually, occasionally slapping her plump buttocks hard. Her buttocks swayed and undulated with the thrusting and slapping, a scene of utter lewdness. Finally, during Hannah's third orgasm, with her whole body convulsing, Rilo ejaculated his second load of semen that day. He then collapsed onto Hannah's back. Panting, Hannah checked the time; two hours had already passed. Afraid that the old blacksmith would return and see, she somehow mustered the strength to stand up, intending to go to the wardrobe to change her clothes. She discovered that Rilo had fainted on her back, and to make matters worse, his now-soft penis was stuck inside her vagina due to her final spasm, leaving Hannah both amused and exasperated. Just as she was pondering how to resolve this, Hannah heard familiar footsteps. It was the old blacksmith returning! Hannah panicked, but dared not forcibly pull Rilo's penis out, fearing she might damage his genitals and ruin her own pleasure. The footsteps grew closer. Hannah gritted her teeth, helped her lover onto the bed, leaned Rilo against the wall, and lay down facing the door, pulling the covers over herself to wait for the old blacksmith to return.

The old blacksmith first noticed Rilo was missing, but seeing the greatsword ready for delivery, he didn't dwell on it. Although he disliked Rilo, he wasn't one to harass scoundrels. He called out as he approached, "My little Hannah, I heard you're back. Let your father see if you're hurt." Hannah knew what was coming was inevitable, so she cried out, "Dad, how could I be hurt? You know my bloodline abilities, I'm just a little sick." The old blacksmith was immediately alarmed. He knew that as a warrior, he was practically immune to all diseases, so any illness he contracted was serious. Ignoring Hannah's protests, he forced his way in to check on her.

Rilhod wasn't actually unconscious for long; he'd just been momentarily dazed from the intense ejaculation. When he came to his senses, Hannah was already carrying him on her back, and he could hear the old blacksmith entering the forge. He was completely covered by the blankets, his penis still lodged in her vagina. Listening to the old blacksmith and Hannah's casual conversation, the usually composed Rilhod suddenly felt a surge of adventurousness. He reached out and grabbed Hannah's right breast tightly, catching her off guard and nearly causing her to cry out. The old blacksmith, thinking Hannah was about to vomit, panicked even more, but his daughter was a woman, and he dared not overstep his bounds. Hannah was even more anxious; why was this rascal suddenly doing this? To avoid being exposed, she could only endure the rubbing, gently using her lower body to block his groping hand and quickly urging the old blacksmith to leave. During sex earlier, Rilo was too focused on penetrating her vagina. Firstly, being a virgin, he had never penetrated such a plump and luscious vagina before; secondly, Hannah was overflowing with essence, so how could he focus solely on her breasts and neglect the rest, especially since he only had two hands? This time, Rilo closed his eyes, his large hands repeatedly kneading her ample breasts, which he couldn't fully grasp, feeling their irresistible elasticity. Despite the resistance of her two hands, he thrust deep inside, pinching her nipples and kneading her flesh, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. Finally, the old blacksmith, seeing his daughter's increasingly flushed face, decided he should get some medicine, and told her to rest.

After the old blacksmith left, Hannah was about to scold Rilo when she suddenly felt her vagina become full again, and before she could speak, she began to moan. Rilo's kneading of her flesh aroused him again. Maintaining the current position, his right hand held Hannah's plump buttocks and beautiful legs, while his left hand secretly reached forward to grab and knead her breasts, beginning a new round of vigorous penetration. A moment later, Rilo simply had Hannah lie face down, her body twisted back, and he thrust in and out forcefully, penetrating her with wide, sweeping strokes. Rilo loved this position, as it accentuated Hannah's firm, fleshy buttocks. Finally, after more than 500 thrusts, Rilo ejaculated his third time. Hannah, having already experienced two orgasms in this position, was utterly exhausted. Her engorged semen finally squeezed out of her vagina. Rilo withdrew his limp penis and said, "You've had your fill today." Hannah, with her back to him, assumed he was talking about her and was immediately filled with shame.

When the old blacksmith returned that night, he was bewildered to find his daughter suddenly recovered. The three of them enjoyed a large meal together. As usual, they were supposed to go to the bar to hear Hannah and the mercenaries recount their adventures. However, Hannah, who had just lost her virginity, couldn't walk properly and had to feign illness and rest at home.

This is Hannah's fifth year as a mercenary, and her strength is approaching that of a level 3 warrior. Thanks to her awakened bloodline, "The Protection of the Goddess of Life," perfectly suited for adventure, Hannah's mercenary journey has been fraught with peril. Warriors can only begin developing their battle aura and awakening their bloodlines upon reaching the age of 18. Battle aura is possessed by all warriors and serves as a standard for measuring strength levels, while bloodline represents a warrior's inherent nature. For example, Hannah's "The Protection of the Goddess of Life" is a signature bloodline of the recovery type—spontaneous, rapid, and perfect regeneration. At lower battle aura levels, even severed limbs cannot be healed; at the Saint level, even decapitation and heart-ripping can be sustained, and it's said that only being pulverized will result in permanent death. This explains why Hannah returned unscathed, her armor destroyed but her body completely unharmed. The old blacksmith's bloodline is called "Flying Fire Meteor," and Rilo personally witnessed the old blacksmith use this bloodline ability to kill a level 4 totoro.

As night fell, Hannah and Rilo secretly slipped out of the house and sat barefoot together by the stream that ran through the town, chatting and caressing each other, but taking nothing further. As they talked, Hannah noticed other couples strolling along the riverbank and suddenly sighed, "I can't even lean on your shoulder." She then became melancholic. Rilo knew this was Hannah's sore spot; she wouldn't be at ease until he explained it to her. Suddenly, Rilo pulled Hannah into his arms and leaned back against her. Hannah thought he was going to have sex with her again, and was wondering whether to refuse or play hard to get when Rilke said, "Being short has its advantages, being tall has its advantages. Others use a woman's shortness to make themselves feel powerful, but I don't need that. My strength comes from the strength of my heart. All I want is a Hannah I love, and you have another advantage that most women don't have." Hannah was initially touched, but later became curious and asked, "What advantage?" Rilke said smugly, "If we go on an adventure together someday, I can cover you with a blanket when it gets cold at night. Other women definitely can't cover you completely." Hannah knew he was joking, but she still smiled. What resonated most with her in that joke was the phrase "two people on an adventure." She immediately lowered her head and kissed her man, grabbing his hands with her own and layering her legs over his, really making a blanket. After kissing for a while, they talked about the warrior class advancement that would happen in a month. Warriors are the fairest profession; anyone can develop their bloodline power and become a warrior if they wish. Furthermore, leveling up is simply a matter of continuous combat; there's no distinction between good and bad talent, completely opposite to the mage system where one can rise from apprentice to archmage while sitting in a high tower.

Hannah asked, "What kind of bloodline ability do you want?"

Rilo replied, "How can I decide that? If I could have my wish granted, I'd like an ability with strong explosive power, so it would complement your abilities."

Hannah saw that Rilo connected everything about her, knowing he had included her in his life plans, and her heart was filled with sweetness. She kissed him again, offering her tongue for him to suckle.

On a distant hill, the old blacksmith silently watched all this, smoking his pipe.

Time flew by.

The day of the warrior's class change arrived in the blink of an eye.

Hannah, now a level three warrior, accompanied Rilo to the change, while the old blacksmith used the money Hannah had earned from quests to give him to visit Lady Nightingale. Rilo didn't seem to care. He had a few casual acquaintances in the town, but no friends his age who were also changing classes. However, he quietly arrived at the Warrior's Guild.

A tall, thin man wearing glasses was recording the participants. He saw Hannah from afar and said, "Titan's here too, who's with you?" He had obviously seen me long ago; he just wanted to start a conversation. Sure enough, Hannah said, "This is Rilo Mochi, my boyfriend." Then she turned to me and said, "This is 'Demon Blade' Lent. Don't let his gentle appearance fool you; he's a very powerful level four warrior." Rilo already knew he was extraordinary, so he wasn't too surprised. Lent, however, confirmed his guess; this was indeed the short boyfriend of the legendary giantess. The town wasn't big, and information spread quickly. Many people thought Hannah's body was stunningly beautiful, although there were too many things to consider when it came to marrying her. For example, her family background, height, occupation, her blacksmithing skills, and so on. But countless people wanted to be her boyfriend.

Rilo said, "I've heard so much about you." Rilo was exaggerating. Lent said, "I am." Lent was honest.

After a simple registration, Rilo and Hannah went inside. Hannah approached Rilo and said, "I'll wait for you over there." Only those who wanted to change jobs could attend the class change ceremony in the main hall. After saying goodbye, Rilo entered the venue and found that more than 30 people had already arrived. He recognized few of them, so he went to a corner to wait for the ceremony to begin. The venue wasn't large, about 120 square meters, and contained only one lecture. The walls were covered with weapons, armor, and shields, which Rilo immediately recognized as decorations.

After the number of attendees sparsely increased to 46, a burly old man with white hair and a white beard walked to the back of the lecture hall. The new recruits quieted down and waited for the ceremony to begin.

The old man said, "Hello everyone, my name is Li, and I am the branch president of the Brin Warrior Association. Today, I will be presiding over the ceremony." He then began to explain the ceremony's procedures directly, without any unnecessary words. The ceremony was very simple: the warrior's power came from within and had nothing to do with faith. People simply needed to find the strongest power within themselves and elevate it to their dominant bloodline during the ceremony, absorbing other abilities. The ceremony was as follows: each person lined up to use the Warrior Association's replicable secret treasure: the Heart of the Warrior. This was essentially a red crystal ball, with a blue and a yellow one next to it. The Heart of the Warrior allows one to clearly see the composition of their bloodline; then the Heart of the Wise reveals the content of each bloodline; finally, the Heart of the Benevolent selects the desired bloodline.

The ceremony began quickly, its simplicity and clarity reflecting the Warrior Association's consistent style. A strikingly handsome man stepped onto the stage first. He pricked his finger with the ritual knife, dripping a drop of blood onto the Heart of the Warrior. He then closed his eyes, his expression suddenly shifting to ecstasy. He opened his eyes to seek the Heart of the Wise, repeating the same steps before his ecstasy turned to disappointment. He then went to the Heart of the Benevolent. This time, he quickly selected a bloodline ability and entered another room to activate it. Rilo observed this. He knew that everyone was a descendant of ancient gods, and it was normal to have some divine blood in their bloodline. However, a divine bloodline with less than 1% of its content was far inferior to the bloodline abilities of a high-level magical beast or an ancient human hero with 10% of their bloodline. Activating it was barely worthwhile. Hannah possessed 14.5% of the Thunder Titan's bloodline, but she ultimately chose the astonishing 1.2% of the Life Goddess's bloodline. Even the usually serene Rilo was envious of such luck.

Rilo was the 46th to go. Those before him experienced both joy and sorrow after using the Heart of Benevolence, but no one was foolish enough to reveal their abilities. They usually only told close friends and family; even comrades in the same mercenary group didn't know each other's exact abilities, which was normal. Rilo cut off a piece of his own blood to feel the Heart of Hero. Suddenly, countless streams of intent surged forth, disappearing one by one until there were 23. These included low-level bloodlines like the level-three magical beast Snow Fox and high-level bloodlines like Hades, but Rilo didn't care. He knew that only the Heart of Wise was the deciding factor. He opened his eyes and began to use the Heart of Wise. A chilling sensation traveled through his body via the blue crystal ball. A week later, he returned to the crystal ball, where data began to appear:

Snow Fox: 6.8%; Ancient Human: 32%; Snow Maiden: 7.1%; ???;

Faliu: 11.4%; Sosis: 10.1%; Hades: 0.01%. Rilo smiled wryly. Of the 23 bloodlines, only Faliu and Sosis were usable. Faliu was an ancient human hero, but he was actually a messenger. His special ability was "Swift Travel," not in terms of speed, but in terms of the length of time he could travel. In ancient times, such messengers had to traverse towering mountains and enemy blockades to deliver messages, but in this age of magic and martial arts, using magic to transmit messages was infinitely more efficient and safer than running. In other words, Rilo had no choice but to choose Sosis. He silently went to the Heart of Benevolence and, using the twilight light within the crystal ball, selected the purple bloodline representing Sosis through his inner vision. He then entered the room for the actual class change. There, five people, including the branch president of the Warriors' Association, were chatting and waiting for him. A black-haired man asked, "Ready?"

"Ready," Rilo replied.

Socis was also an ancient human hero. He was a combat master, with rather average combat skills, but he had a way to quickly increase his battle aura and combat power, and even enhance his bloodline. However, his methods were quite despicable, and coupled with his eccentric personality, he was ultimately killed by both humans and other races in an era when every human hero was extremely valuable.

The branch president and the black-haired man each pressed an acupoint on Rilo's head, chest, back, tailbone, and abdomen, channeling their battle aura into him. Five different colored battle auras entered his body simultaneously, causing Rilo to shudder. All the battle auras did not wander aimlessly but instead focused on activating the purple bloodline enveloped by the yellow magic of the Heart of Benevolence. Because Socis's bloodline accounted for 10.1%, the operation was not difficult, and soon most of the bloodline in his body was cleared away. The branch president and the others didn't intend to ask Rilo what bloodline he had obtained. After successfully eliminating it, they let him leave on his own, the process quite cold. Soon after leaving, he encountered Hannah. Before Hannah could speak, Rilo said with a wry smile, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Back home, the old blacksmith hadn't returned yet. The two went to Rilo's room, and Rilo said, "It's Sosis's bloodline."

Hannah first tilted her head, her appearance possessing a natural allure, then her expression changed and she blurted out, "That lecher's bloodline?" She immediately knew it was inappropriate, but Rilo didn't mind, saying, "Yes, that lecher."

That's right, Socis's ability is to enhance himself through sexual intercourse with women. At lower levels, it only increases his battle aura; at higher levels, he can even copy the other person's bloodline. It's not inherently an evil ability; dual cultivation between two people can significantly boost both their battle auras, and the stronger the battle aura, the more beneficial it is for the Socis bloodline. However, there are two problems. One is that this ability can be abused. The person whose ability is used can either progress alongside the Socis bloodline holder or be drained of their power. Generally, Socis bloodline holders choose the latter, as not everyone can resist the temptation of a surge in battle aura. People with this bloodline, especially at higher levels, are very difficult to deal with. They will seduce women with strong bloodline abilities but low battle aura levels, hoping to gain their bloodline through repeated rape. Although the probability is extremely low, each success makes the Socis bloodline holder lose their senses, as gaining a new bloodline increases their abilities more than double, but exponentially. Sosis, originally a human hero, had been making love with his equally heroic wife, Alice, for centuries, eventually gaining her "Heavenly Dream" bloodline ability. However, Alice was later imprisoned by the gods, and the ancient humans, prioritizing the greater good, failed to rescue her in time, leading to the annihilation of Alice's legion. Alice herself was brutally raped and murdered by the gods, her naked corpse displayed to the world. Sosis's personality changed drastically afterward. He disappeared for ten years, then suddenly reappeared, rampaging through the rape of women and low-ranking goddesses. By the time people discovered his abilities, he possessed four or five human hero abilities and two or three divine abilities. Finally, for reasons unknown, the humans and gods conspired to set a trap, using the divine general who had raped and murdered Alice as bait to lure Sosis. Knowing it was a trap, Sosis still went. In the end, he neither killed the divine general nor escaped. He can be considered a truly tragic ancient hero.

Rilo smiled bitterly, "Well, at least I won't have to worry about my battle aura level increasing slowly." After all, this was a warrior's lifelong bloodline ability, and even Rilo, who was much more composed than the average person, couldn't hide his sadness. Rilo wasn't a lecher, but this bloodline ability, which offered no combat advantage in actual battle, truly disappointed him. He could only think optimistically, "It's better than that useless ability, 'Swift Travel.'"

Although Hannah tried her best to comfort him, she was clumsy with words, and the quite disappointed Rilo even lacked sexual desire. After Hannah left, he stayed alone in the room, silently contemplating his future.

Would Hannah slowly abandon him after learning about his ability? Would

the old blacksmith, who already disliked him, be even less willing to marry Hannah to him?

How would he fight in the future?

How would he improve his abilities? He didn't want to go around raping and plundering.

Rilo fell asleep lost in thought.

The next day, Hannah and the old blacksmith had a big argument because of Rilo's ability. The old blacksmith had seen countless people and had met four or five people with the Sosis bloodline. Those people could no longer be called warriors; they were merely delusional fantasists and lecherous thieves who dreamt day and night of how to gain power and fighting spirit without effort. He said Rilo wouldn't be an exception. The girl in love had the complete opposite idea; she insisted that she and Rilo were utterly loyal, and that Rilo would eventually gain her bloodline abilities, and so on. The old blacksmith was furious and wanted to forcibly kill Rilo. The young couple had no choice but to fight their way back, fleeing into the town.

Now, the two sat on a stubborn rock outside the town. Hannah wore a low-cut black bodysuit, her enormous breasts almost bursting out. She wore a dark blue vest over it, and only animal-skin hot pants that barely reached her thighs. On her feet were the same pair of crystal-studded, backless platform high heels she had worn before; her full, healthy legs were taller than most dwarfs. She had originally planned to seduce Rilo today to help him escape his slump, but she encountered her father's madness, and now she was drenched in sweat, panting heavily. A pang of pain shot through Rilo's heart. He felt utterly useless, disliked by his father-in-law, forced to hide behind his wife in battle. The more Hannah loved him, the more agonizing his grief became. In the previous fight, Hannah had withstood most of the old blacksmith's reluctance to exert his full strength, leaving Rilo acutely aware of his own powerlessness.

Suddenly, Rilo turned and ran towards the Demon Realm Forest, ignoring Hannah's cries, and sprinted away with his head down. He suddenly had suicidal thoughts. Rilo didn't know how long he ran, until his lungs felt like they were on fire, before he staggered and collapsed, gasping for breath. When he looked up again, he was already in the Demon Realm Forest. Completely unaware of how far he had run, Rilo felt a pang of fear in the face of the deep, dark forest. He immediately thought: "My life is basically ruined anyway. Maybe if I die, Hannah will find a better place to belong."

Rilo wandered aimlessly through the forest. Strangely enough, the usually perilous Demon Realm Forest was unusually quiet today. Suddenly, he heard strange female voices shouting things like "Let go...?" "Ah...?" and "Bastard...?" Driven by curiosity, he walked towards the source of the sounds. When he finally broke through the last veil of leaves, the scene before him made his blood boil.

It was Hannah.

A burly man dressed as a mercenary was straddling Hannah's stomach, his hands kneading her large breasts. Judging from his thrusting hips and expression of pleasure, he was actually giving Hannah a blowjob! Hannah was only wearing one high heel; the other had been kicked more than 10 meters away. Her tight-fitting top was torn, and her hands were pinned down by the man's knees. Hannah, who had been promoted to a level three warrior, was being forcibly molested and subjected to a wanton blowjob without any resistance. Only her small mouth could freely curse, and her beautiful long legs kicked helplessly, but this did nothing to affect the man's enjoyment of her large, white breasts.

Enraged, Rilo was about to rush out and fight when he remembered he was only a newly promoted Level 1 Warrior. What if he defeated a mercenary even Hannah couldn't withstand? Besides, he was unarmed.

While Rilo hesitated, the burly man suddenly stood up, grabbed Hannah's long, shapely legs, and tried to spread them apart. Hannah resisted fiercely but was easily pried open. Seeing the enormous penis reaching her vaginal opening, Hannah let out a desperate scream.

Rilo wouldn't be a man if he could hold back at this moment. He didn't care about his opponent's strength or level; he clenched his fists and charged forward with a roar. The man was startled by the sudden attack. Enjoying the flesh, he was momentarily off guard, but seeing Rilo's unsteady steps and seemingly powerful but actually weak fists, he sneered, drew a single-edged sword from his back, and slashed horizontally with lightning speed. If Rilo's target was this mercenary, such a swift strike would have been impossible to dodge; he would have been cleanly cut in two. However, he was initially after Hannah. Halfway there, he lunged at her, cleverly dodging a seemingly clumsy but actually powerful strike, and catching her upper body. He rolled over a dozen times with Hannah in his arms, barely avoiding several blows from the mercenary who was wary of the beautiful woman, finally crashing into a tree. Hannah, who hadn't cried when she was almost violently violated, was now in tears, crying, "Rilak, Rilak! You're alright, you're alright! Oh no! Run! This man is a level six swordsman, 'Thunderbolt Blade'."

"Too late, beauty. Is this the man you were searching for, even venturing deep into the Demon Realm Forest? He's not much, not even half as handsome as me."

Before Rilak could speak, the mercenary, who had been a few steps away, was already in front of them, his blade, gleaming coldly, already touching their necks. As expected of a level six warrior, the vast difference in strength left Rilak and Hannah feeling deeply powerless and desperate.

"Thunderbolt Blade's" name was Hiro. However, few people call him by his real name anymore. Hiro particularly liked being called by his nickname; only very close friends or enemies would call him by his name, and both types of people were becoming increasingly rare in the world. Today, Hiro, having received his assignment, went to a spot in the Demon Realm Forest that wasn't too deep or too shallow to hunt magical beasts. While searching, he saw a beautiful woman looking around and calling out a man's name. The level six warrior boldly observed her from a distance where she hadn't noticed him. She had waist-length blonde hair, her large breasts nearly bursting out of her tight-fitting clothes, and her smooth, white legs were much taller than Hiro's. While Hiro marveled at the existence of such a tall and beautiful woman, his lower body was already aroused. Then, under the level six warrior's surprise attack, the situation quickly developed into the scene Hiro witnessed.

Rilo dared not move, filled with utter despair; his strength was simply too weak. He gritted his teeth, glaring at Hiro. Hiro, momentarily intimidated by Rilo's furious gaze, quickly became enraged. He pulled a barbed whip from behind his back, sweeping Rilo across the ground with a single blow, followed by endless lashes. Rilo tried to hold back his screams, but this barbed whip was specially crafted by Hiro for abusing prisoners of war and subduing magical beasts; it was no ordinary whip. Within moments, Rilo let out a muffled scream, then felt a weight on his body as a warm body pressed down on him. Rilo was filled with shock and rage; Hannah gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in her back. Rilo saw his lover's back splattered with blood, then flipped over to be on top, only to be whipped twice more before Hannah flipped him over and pinned him down. Then he never managed to get back up from the clutches of the level three warrior. Hannah held him down, his flesh torn apart by the beating, screaming and groaning incessantly. The regenerative power of the Goddess of Life was at work, his wounds healing, but it was far slower than the speed of Hero's whipping. Seeing the two so affectionate, Hero's nameless rage surged, and he didn't care if he killed the beauty. Whoever was on top was whipped mercilessly. Watching the tall, beautiful woman scream in agony, covered in blood, her man able only to roar helplessly, something sprouted within Hero. A strange pleasure made him begin to whip Hannah rhythmically, sometimes making her turn around to be whipped. Rilo was kicked far away, unable to get up for a long time. Hero began to whip sensitive parts of the woman, weaving her moans into a lewd hymn. Hannah's groans, finally subsiding after enduring hundreds of lashes, were almost entirely raw and mangled; her bloodline abilities seemed to have lost all effect. After kicking Rilo away for the seventh time, the mercenary finally remembered his original purpose, but lost the will to pull down his pants; the beauty was now a blood-soaked mess. He walked to Rilo, who was still struggling to his feet, spat on him, and sneered, "Trash, I'll spare your life today, but next time I see you with a beauty, I'll fuck your woman to death right in front of you." Then he staggered towards the town, leaving Hannah covered in blood and Rilo, who had fainted from anger. The

quiet Demon Realm Forest seemed strange today; it was as if all the magical beasts had suddenly vanished. Almost all the mercenaries who received mid-to-close range hunting missions failed. Rumors circulated that a terrifying behemoth had passed through the border of the Demon Realm Forest, scaring away even the lower-level magical beasts. Hiro returned to the town but ignored all this. He went to Lady Nightingale's brothel to confirm the attributes he had just discovered.

In the forest.

Rilo, less injured, awoke before Hannah. His first instinct upon regaining consciousness was to search for her. Hannah's blood stained the grass and leaves within a two-meter radius. However, the "protection of the Goddess of Life," befitting her ancient divine bloodline, allowed Hannah to begin revealing new, tender white skin during Rilo's unconsciousness. Rilo rushed to Hannah and embraced her. He was filled with regret for his foolish and childish departure, which had caused the only person in the world who loved him to suffer such humiliation and nearly lose her life. At the same time, he was deeply moved by Hannah's profound love for him. He held the blood-soaked Hannah close and gently kissed her cracked lips.

If someone were to pass by, they would see this scene: under the tranquil night sky, a disheveled young man in black sat slumped in a circle of blood, embracing the upper body of a tall, blood-soaked woman, kissing her deeply. Just then, specks of silver light began to fall from the sky like snowflakes—or more precisely, from the moon. Hannah was still unconscious. Rilo, lost in thought, focused only on his lover's injured and weary face, oblivious to the strangeness around him. Then he suddenly sensed something nearby.

It was a peculiar beast. Three meters tall, with the body of a horse, the claws of a beast, the snout of a crocodile, and the antlers of a deer. Most strangely, its entire body possessed an inexplicable transparency; silver specks of light moved freely within it, as if the giant beast itself were composed of light. Rilo was stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful beast before—majestic yet refined, strong yet agile, noble yet elegant. Rilo, a fan of biographical novels, had never seen a beast like this before. On a whim, he reached out to touch the beast. The moment his hand touched the silver behemoth, it burst into countless silver specks of light like an exploding fire spell, enveloping Rilo and Hannah and charging towards them. Before losing consciousness, all Rilo could do was hold onto his lover tightly. This time, he would not let go.

Rilo awoke again after choking on water.

He found his mouth had been pried open, and someone was pouring water into it.

"They don't know how to take care of anyone," he thought.

"Rilhod! You're finally awake!" Hannah's voice came from beside him.

Rilhod got up and looked around.

It seemed to be a riverbank. He was naked from the waist up, only his pants were still on. His clothes were on Hannah.

It turned out that when Hannah woke up, she found herself tightly held by Rilhod. She was completely unharmed; if it weren't for the remaining clothing silently telling the cruel truth, she would have almost thought yesterday's events were a nightmare. While checking her lover's body, she discovered an embarrassing problem: she couldn't even wear her underwear anymore. Yesterday, she had been beaten into a bloody mess by the possessed Hiro, and no one had seen her and would have thought anything of sex. Now it was different; her snow-white, perfect skin seemed even softer and more elastic than before her injury. Hannah was secretly amazed. With her level three "Blessing of the Goddess of Life," she couldn't have fully recovered from yesterday's severe injuries; it would have taken her three to five months before she could get out of bed. Only a day had passed, and she was already completely recovered, with no abnormalities except for a slight hunger. Although she was puzzled, it seemed like a good thing for the time being. She took off Rilo's shirt, put it on, and carried Rilo in a princess carry to find water. When she began to sense the water elements around her, she was shocked to discover that her battle aura level was already level four! She had only just advanced to level three! The 23-year-old level four ancient god bloodline warrior, the competitive Hannah, couldn't help but feel happy, completely forgetting her unconscious lover and yesterday's tragic experience. After a while, she remembered that she was in the perilous Demon Realm Forest, and then she noticed the strangeness of the forest. She quickly began to look for a water source.

Then came the scene of Rilo waking up. After drinking his fill of water, Rilo recounted the events of the previous day, which Hannah secretly marveled at. Hannah gently embraced Rilo, her face suddenly flushing slightly as she said, "I... I wasn't penetrated by him in the end, you... you shouldn't think too much about it." Rilo inwardly sighed, thinking that Hannah always had a deep-seated inferiority complex about her height, and she wanted to be perfect in every other aspect as a girlfriend. Resting his head on a pair of familiar, large breasts, breathing in the faint scent of milk, Rilo realized that Hannah's top didn't fit him at all. Her enormous breasts couldn't be concealed at all, and the quality of the clothes was severely tested, especially around Hannah's chest area, where it was stretched taut. Her lower body, from her navel to her beautiful feet, was completely exposed, her flesh radiating light. Rilo immediately felt a surge of desire, his lower body aroused, and his hands began to grope her jade-like flesh. Hannah was both surprised and anxious. She was afraid that Rilo's injuries hadn't healed and she didn't want him to "overexert himself," but she was also afraid that she, having just reached level four, wouldn't be able to control her strength and might hurt him. Hesitantly, Rilo felt that Hannah was unusually docile today. He easily tore his shirt, revealing Hannah's astonishingly large breasts. Seeing these breasts, he couldn't help but think of the moment they were violated by the mercenaries yesterday. His anger mingled with lust, and his lower body became unusually hard. He didn't bother with foreplay. He held the tall beauty in the missionary position, spread her legs, and thrust directly into her. After more than a month of daily intercourse, the two had a considerable understanding of each other's bodies. Hannah was naturally alluring, and Rilo had her G-spot. After a few cries of pain, Hannah was gradually brought to a climax by Rilo's purposeful stimulation. Rilo buried his face in her breasts, sucking on both sides, sometimes biting down on the tender, elastic flesh, sometimes taking her nipples in his mouth and sucking hard. His left hand helped to knead and rub her large breasts, while his right hand caressed her plump buttocks and thighs. After thrusting rhythmically for a while, Rilo lifted Hannah's shapely, long legs and pressed them down on her large breasts, deforming their shape. This position, with Hannah's plump buttocks suspended in the air, allowed Rillow to penetrate even deeper and make it unavoidable. Hannah knew this was one of Rillow's favorite positions, so she went from passively accepting to actively cooperating, and Rillow began to thrust in and out like a pile driver. Each thrust went all the way in, the hips and buttocks colliding constantly, the lewd slapping sounds and moans echoing along the riverbank. After who knows how many hundreds of thrusts, the beautiful woman was already unable to withstand the repeated fucking, panting and begging for mercy, but today Rillow, for some sordid reason, still had his iron rod standing firm. He held her two plump thighs with both hands, biting a beautiful section of her right calf in his mouth, and thrusting his lower body forcefully, fucking with great pleasure. After Hannah's third climax, she noticed that Rilo still showed no signs of ejaculating. Fearing they might encounter powerful magical beasts in the Demon Realm Forest, she had no choice but to use her level four battle qi to forcefully turn over, pinning Rilo down on the ground. She took control of the rhythm, thrusting and twisting incessantly, her thick, fleshy opening, its folds of flesh seemingly alive, assaulting his penis. Rilo immediately felt the pressure surge. But how could this be a challenge for Rilo, with his Sosis bloodline? Rilo had previously only been enjoying sex, but now that Hannah was using battle qi, he showed no mercy, channeling his bloodline power into her body. Hannah felt a warmth in her lower body, an unbearable pleasure washing over her without warning. She let out a long moan, then collapsed to the side, breathing heavily. Knowing he should press his advantage, Rilo flipped over and pinned the tall beauty down, draping her long, shapely legs over his shoulders. He gripped her breasts tightly, channeling his Sosis bloodline energy, and began to brutally pound her flesh. As Rilo relentlessly enjoyed her, their energy intertwined, and the quality of Rilo's Sosis energy slowly increased. Rear-entry, doggy style, suspended thrusting, doggy style, lotus position—Hannah's flesh had become a limp mess, her full body seemingly boneless, allowing Rilo to manipulate her in any position he desired. Finally, Rilo violently thrust hundreds of times in his favorite rear-entry position before ejaculating. He held her buttocks firmly, ejaculating for a full minute. This was the first time the strong-willed Hannah had begun to consider finding multiple women to share the burden of sex.

The directionally challenged Rilo, carried limply in a princess carry, found his way back to town. The town had few roads, and no matter which way they went, Hannah, without clothes, would always be exposed. Rilhod's combat power hadn't increased after the silver light entered his body, but his mind had become much more open. He didn't care who had seen him; shirtless, he carried the completely naked Hannah home openly. Naturally, they were pointed at and whispered about by passersby, but fortunately, the townspeople were open-minded and generous, and knowing the dangers of the Demon Forest, they didn't find it strange. However, many young men whistled incessantly at the sight of Hannah's exposed flesh.

The old blacksmith was stunned.

His beloved daughter, completely naked, with seductive eyes, was being carried by a man much shorter than him; her beautiful body possessed a unique, languid beauty. As a father, he became aroused. So, without asking any questions, he let Rilhod and Hannah into the house. He went back inside to blame himself, while Rilhod secretly marveled.

The next day, Rilo, who hadn't slept a wink, walked out of his room with a wry smile. He had heard Hannah mention her improved battle aura level, and he naturally connected it to the silver behemoth and the light that had finally separated into its final forms. However, despite his best efforts, he couldn't find any increase in his own battle aura; he remained in the state of someone who had just become a warrior, and his bloodline showed no change whatsoever. He had spent most of the night studying it to no avail, and after forcibly having sex with Hannah for several hours after she woke up to comfort him, he walked out of the room, his legs weak and his body exhausted. But after a night of careful study, whether it was psychological or something else, he discovered a strange connection between himself and Hannah. It wasn't a connection of battle aura, nor a spiritual one. And Hannah was completely unaware of it. When Rilo told her, she thought he was just teasing her again, saying, "What, your little dick's been inside me for too long, you're not used to it anymore?" If it hadn't been for the long sex yesterday, Rilo definitely wouldn't have let her off the hook; how dare she say his dick was small! But seeing Hannah dressed and out, Rilo understood; this woman was just too tall.

The old blacksmith's family wasn't wealthy, and he wasn't one to save money. Hannah had never had any nice clothes, and after the battle in the jungle (or rather, the ordeal?), her only decent clothes were ruined. Luckily, her obviously expensive crystal high heels remained intact. Now, however, Hannah was simply dressed in a plain cloth suit and flat shoes. Yet, Rilke still couldn't get enough of her. Her clothes, untouched for years, clung to her like bodysuits. Oblivious to her allure, she was completely unaware of how seductive she was. Her firm, enormous breasts stood defying gravity, and most people would assume they were supported by a bra. Only Rilke knew that Hannah disliked wearing bras (because they were expensive), usually only wearing nipple covers. These breasts stood upright on their own.

Today was their date. After leaving home, they ate candy from roadside vendors, enjoyed the refreshing scenery along the Nas River, and strolled through the busiest part of town, naturally attracting quite a bit of attention. As they were chatting, Rilo suddenly noticed Hannah silently standing in front of a shop. Rilo recognized it as the famous armor and weapon chain store of the Empire—the House of Thunder Dragons, renowned for its high-quality weapons and armor. What Rilo didn't know was that Brin Town's products were among the best-selling in the entire Thunder Dragons Empire district.

Rilo didn't want to go in; the weapons and armor there were high-quality and expensive, beyond the reach of a blacksmith apprentice like himself. Hannah, whose earnings mostly went to the old blacksmith, could only look from the window. The pleasant day quickly passed. The old blacksmith, who should have been home by then, sent word that he wouldn't be returning that day. After a quick dinner, Hannah and Rilo began to plan for the future.

The two decided to stay in Brin for the time being. Firstly, their livelihood primarily depended on mercenary and blacksmithing income; Brin provided them with regular customers and large clients. Secondly, Hannah had become quite familiar with the outer reaches of the Demon Realm Forest over the years, and they felt it was the right place to begin Rilo's mercenary and blacksmithing career. They began to assess their own strengths. Rilo wore a set of half-body armor he had crafted himself using leftover scraps from each forging session, combining defense and agility, along with a one-handed sword and a round shield. His battle aura was still at the level of a newly promoted level one warrior. Hannah's red full-body iron armor was a masterpiece crafted by an old blacksmith; once repaired, it was completely unnecessary to replace. She also carried a 120-kilogram, bladeless greatsword. Most importantly, her battle aura was now vastly different—a level four ancient god bloodline! At 23, a level four warrior was already considered genius-level. Hannah wasn't arrogant; she knew this level of advancement was nothing short of miraculous, and she didn't expect to improve at such a rapid pace again. The two disagreed on choosing a mercenary team. Hannah had a relatively stable, uncontracted mercenary group in Brin, doing less dangerous gathering and transport jobs. The strongest leader in the group was only a level three ordinary fire-attribute warrior. Rilo insisted that Hannah should join a stronger mercenary group, while Hannah believed they were an inseparable group and should join the same mercenary organization. She also argued that powerful mercenary groups didn't need rookies and their missions were extremely dangerous. They argued heatedly, each holding their own opinion, until Rilo, in a fit of rage, forcibly stripped Hannah of her clothes. Hannah genuinely didn't want to have sex, but fearing to hurt Rilo, she dared not exert herself, and was thus brutally raped. After Hannah's seventh orgasm, she finally agreed to join a large mercenary organization willing to accept Rilo. Neither of them expected that this method of decision-making would become the final solution to their future arguments.

That day, Hannah and Rilo, dressed neatly, prepared to go to the Mercenary Guild to find a suitable team. When they parted ways with the old blacksmith, his expression was strange, his eyes constantly glancing at his daughter's curvaceous body. Hannah was oblivious, but Rilo secretly took note.

After saying goodbye to the old blacksmith, the two went to a tavern. Hannah, with her level four ancient god bloodline, quickly attracted the attention of large mercenary groups looking to recruit new members, but Rilo, who had just become a warrior, was a burden no one wanted. In the end, the two joined the Blue Wing Mercenary Group, one of the three largest mercenary groups in town, with a typical membership of 70, including four level four warriors and a level five warrior as the group leader. Thus, the two settled into their mercenary careers with the Blue Wing Mercenary Group.

The large mercenary group had a very strict and scientific rotation system, rarely accepting missions that were too far beyond their capabilities, and while unexpected situations did occur, they were few and far between and caused little harm. The two lived and fought in the Blue Wing for a year, and the sincere Rilo and the forthright Hannah were well-liked by all the members, and their height difference was often the subject of gossip. Rillow was incredibly eager to improve his strength, seizing every opportunity to fuck Hannah's beautiful hole over the past 365 days. Most of the time was during nights when there were no missions, and sometimes, even during missions, he would boldly thrust and pound for several minutes. This only made Hannah increasingly sensitive and quite helpless. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned; Rillow hadn't been able to learn Hannah's bloodline power through sex. If that were all, it wouldn't be a problem, since he hadn't even learned much from the progenitors of this bloodline. But the problem was that within a year, Hannah had advanced again.

During this year, Hannah frequently participated in difficult missions, and her strength, courage, and powerful combat instincts impressed Captain Albert and the other members. But no one expected her to advance again so quickly.

That day, the Blue Wings were on a mission to hunt a level-five magical beast, the Abyssal Giant Lizard. When Hannah used a "Soaring Slash" to decapitate the giant lizard, a burst of starlight descended from the sky. Hannah felt a refreshing sensation throughout her body, and all the fatigue from the fierce battle was blown away.

Albert exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and delight, "Hannah, you've advanced? That's so fast!"

The stunned members finally reacted. Rilo approached Hannah and smiled wryly, "Now I'm really falling further and further behind you." Rilo was still only a Level 1 warrior. After a year of fighting, he realized his talent was utterly mediocre; every time he accumulated some battle qi, it would inexplicably diminish the next day. Hannah, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Her combat power and experience had increased by leaps and bounds this year, and many members had been saved by her. This advancement was both expected and unexpected.

Looking at Hannah surrounded by the crowd, Rilo suddenly felt that this childhood sweetheart was drifting further and further away from him.

Having become a Level 5 warrior, Hannah easily became the mercenary group's strongest fighter. The old leader, Albert, not only possessed a bloodline that enhanced the power of the continent, but was also old and had long since retired to the second line, focusing more on contacting clients, uniting members, and recruiting potential new members for the mercenary group's development. And "Female Titan" became the symbol of the Blue Wing Mercenary Group.

Rillow gazed at the red full-body leather armor, designed for both defense and agility—the Flame Earth Dragon Armor, purchased through the mercenary group's collective funds. While seemingly ordinary leather armor, its defensive capabilities far surpassed those of standard chainmail and plate armor. Hannah carried her familiar two-handed greatsword, the "Thunder Titan's Blade," on her back, but wielded a one-handed warhammer and a tower shield in each hand. This was a suggestion from Captain Albert after carefully studying Hannah's characteristics; he hoped she would become the mercenary group's primary shield warrior for assaults. Hannah, with her innate superhuman strength, wielded the tower shield—a weapon typically held with two hands—with ease. Those who had witnessed Hannah's masterful "Charge Shield Bash" followed by the "Armor-Piercing Triple Strike" never doubted her shield warrior prowess.

She seemed born a warrior; her rapid growth, quick learning of combat techniques, combined with her innate strength and superior position, had earned her a reputation throughout the not-so-small Brin mercenary world. Even in the eastern part of the duchy, there were rumors of a "female Titan."

Compared to that, Rilo was practically a joke. As if cursed to be wielded by the very means required to use a divine artifact, the Blue Wing Mercenary Group practically forced themselves to accept this level 0 warrior with what they considered bloodline waste. Who knew that in a whole year, he would only reach level 1! That's something a normal warrior could do in three months! Furthermore, Rilo's frequent sexual encounters with Hannah were often seen as a sign of his debauchery and were frequently gossiped about behind his back. The rough-around-the-edges mercenaries never concealed their likes and dislikes, showing utter contempt for Rilo, sometimes even threatening to teach him a lesson while drunk. Although Hannah would immediately defend Rilo with her own strength, this actually caused him more psychological damage.

The comments about him being a gigolo hiding behind women, a freeloader, etc., didn't need to be heard firsthand to be true; Rilo, reflecting on it alone, also realized they weren't entirely unfounded. He, a first-class warrior, was as ordinary as a grain of sand in the desert, a drop of water in the ocean, while Hannah was like the bright moon in the night sky, beautiful and distant.

Perhaps, it was time for him to leave.

Let himself die in the wilderness, Rilo thought to himself in a self-destructive way.

That night, Rilo went to a small tavern alone to drown his sorrows. As he stumbled out of the tavern, a black bag was smothered from head to toe, followed by a series of punches, kicks, and blunt force trauma. The beatings sobered Rilo, who could only cover his head with his hands to minimize the damage, but he was eventually knocked unconscious.

When he awoke again, he was in a swamp. Whether it was good luck or bad luck, his attackers seemed unwilling to kill him in town, but rather wanted to create the impression that he had drunkenly entered the Demon Forest and unfortunately died in the Devil's Swamp. The Devil's Swamp was on the outskirts of the Demon Forest, and it was said that even dragons who unfortunately fell in could not escape. Rilo had always warned himself to be careful of this swamp, but man proposes, God disposes, and he was still thrown in.

Upon waking, Rilo dared not struggle, because he knew that the more he struggled, the less he would escape. His only option now was to wait for rescue, but he was afraid the villains were still nearby. Enduring excruciating pain and racking his brains for a solution, Rilo completely forgot that not long ago he had considered suicide in the wilderness.

Time passed, and no one, including Hannah, passed through the area. Rilo's cries for help, risking discovery by monsters or wild beasts, were futile in the absence of anyone traversing the swamp. His body began to lose sensation, his throat burned, and Rilo knew his wounds had festered. He struggled to look at the clear sky, feeling utterly out of place, deserving to die, yet a burning hatred within him refused to dissipate. Why had all his hard training been in vain? Why, having never provoked anyone, was he to be assassinated? Why had no one come looking for him? Where was Hannah? Where was the old blacksmith? Where were his old companions? " I

hate it!" These were Rilo's last thoughts before losing consciousness.

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【over】

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