【Alibuda Chronicles】 Episodes 28-30 Author: Nongyu

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【Alibuda Chronicles】
Author: Nongyu (Luo Sen)
Publisher: Hetu Publishing House

◆ Chapter 1: Fallen Transformation. Evil Angel

The final stage of lustful magic, the Hellish Lustful God, is the culmination of Famit Xiu Kamu's life's wisdom. When a practitioner can control multiple lustful divine beasts, they can switch freely without being restricted by the six major magic systems. Not only does their own cultivation improve, but it also enhances the female host's magic power and perfectly controls the female host's mind and body. It can truly be called a multi-functional "perfect" spell.

However, nothing in this world is truly perfect. Any magic will have backlash when used. Even something as good as the Hellish Lustful God can cause considerable damage when it backfires. Among the many backlash concerns of the Hellish Lustful God, the most severe is the damage from the lustful god's host.

The logic is actually quite simple. A beautiful woman with exceptional martial arts or magical skills, constantly subjected to sexual abuse and perverse techniques without any benefit, would make anyone furious. If a woman used me to practice the Hellish God of Lust, I would also want to retaliate.

To prevent the host's backlash, Famit has repeatedly modified the Hellish God of Lust cultivation method, adding a host of protections. Through soul implantation, it completely monitors the host's mind and body. If the host harbors any thoughts of rebellion or suicide, the body will suffer immense pain. The form of pain varies depending on the settings. For example, the method I used against Yu Hong involved making the body feel as if it were being cut into a thousand pieces and devoured by ten thousand ants, with excruciating pain and unbearable itching occurring simultaneously. I think any living person suffering such torment would wish to die immediately.

In addition, the female host experiences double the pleasure during intercourse with me, achieving orgasms that other men cannot provide—truly a pleasure so intense it's almost overwhelming. If the female host's will isn't strong enough, this benefit alone is enough to make her as obedient as a dog, turning her into a sex slave warrior.

All that design consideration boils down to using both sweetness and the whip to tame a pet, making it obedient, ready to fight and be used in bed, and absolutely not to turn on its master.

Summoning spellcasters always face a dilemma. If the summoned beasts they control aren't strong enough, they're useless in battle, so the spellcaster must desperately strengthen them. But once the summoned beasts become powerful, they become difficult to control, and the spellcaster may be devoured by them at any time. This is the very dilemma I face. Although I've taken various precautions, there's still a day when I hit a brick wall.

Yu Hong hates me; I knew that from the beginning. Judging from our interactions, there was really no reason for her to forget her hatred. As for the idea that she would fall in love with me, that was utter nonsense.

Knowing this woman was dangerous and I should be wary, I still let my guard down over time. This wariness wasn't just about physical safety; it also included psychological defense. From the moment I started caring more about Yu Hong, I knew I had made a mistake.

To be a leader, one should be aloof, skillfully using both carrot and stick to govern subordinates, employing both kindness and severity, but not genuine care. Because once boundaries are blurred and distance isn't maintained, problems easily arise.

I failed to grasp this principle, doing too many things I shouldn't have done for Yu Hong. Even considering the impact on her, I secretly let Bai Mudan go—a huge mistake. I forgot my role; failing to do what I was supposed to do inevitably led to bitter consequences.

If I hadn't let my guard down, I would have been more alert when Yu Hong lunged at me. Even if she had fallen, I wouldn't have been able to ignore the possibility of her stabbing me. Unfortunately, that move is too old-fashioned; many assassins used it in the past. Under normal circumstances, if I saw an old woman stumble and fall towards me, I would have dodged far away.

Yu Hong's mental state has been unstable lately, and she has just suffered the pain of losing her mother. I knew she was a dangerous person, but I wasn't extra careful, treating her like a harmless ordinary person. This was a huge mistake on my part, and now I'm paying the price.

The price was a cold blade piercing straight through my chest, a chilling blow that cut to the core. If I survive tonight, I'll never forget that feeling. But…

“John! How are you? You can't be hurt! If anything happens to you, how can I face the Venerable One in the afterlife…”

Old Bai, thank you so much. You're a hero, unwavering even when facing thousands of troops, yet now you're trembling because of a dagger stuck in my chest. I appreciate your concern and brotherhood. But… more than you, I want to hear Yu Hong's voice now.

“John Farrell! You never thought you'd end up like this, did you!”

The sea breeze was strong, and Yu Hong's venomous scream cut through the wind, clearly reaching my ears. Even though I was surrounded by experts, Yu Hong still had no intention of escaping. It seemed she was determined to kill me.

Thinking about it, it's no easy feat. Yu Hong's stab was an act of treason and regicide; the agony of being torn to pieces must be raging right now, yet she seemed oblivious. Standing on the mast, roaring and screaming, desperately searching for an opportunity to rush down and finish her off, her willpower truly impressed me. Even if Li Huamei were here, I don't know if she could do it.

Yu Hong's stab caused an uproar on the entire five-colored sailboat. A group of experts surrounded me, hurling insults at Yu Hong, but some took a different approach.

"Yu Hong, don't be like this! Come down quickly! Everything can be discussed,"

Katrina urged the winged warriors to remain still, preventing them from recklessly flying up to attack and causing unnecessary casualties. On the other hand, like a negotiation expert, she repeatedly called out to Yu Hong, hoping she would come down to negotiate.

"You've always been a sensible child. Don't ruin yourself because of a moment of impulse. Although Admiral John's style is easy to misunderstand, he is actually a great hero and a great man. He has saved my Feather Clan from danger many times. You have followed him for a long time, so you should understand these things very well!"

Katrina was dressed in all white, her top unbuttoned, revealing her round and snowy breasts; a pair of tight pants that accentuated her long, slender legs; and a pair of sleek, shiny boots. She stood proudly on the deck, shouting loudly, like a peacock among birds, graceful and noble, indeed with the demeanor of a queen, attracting the attention of the surrounding orcs. It's just a pity... her words were too hard to believe. I didn't believe it, and neither did Yu Hong.

"Bullshit! What kind of hero is he? He's good for nothing but sleeping with women, a complete coward! Bah!"

Her tone was drastically different from usual, her anger far exceeding her previous rudeness. Perhaps… this wasn't just a moment of rage, but involved some deeper psychological issue like a personality breakdown.

"You beast! Besides sleeping with women, besides wanting to sleep with us three, what else have you thought about? What do you call sleeping with your mother and daughters? A 'parent-child donburi'? You fucking had your fun, didn't you! Tell everyone here, did you enjoy it? Did you have a good time?"

This was the first time in my life I'd been questioned like this by a woman. Because it was so absurd, after the initial shock, I even felt a strong urge to laugh.

I could sense the thoughts of the orcs and winged female warriors guarding me. If it weren't for the dagger stuck in my chest, they probably would have already burst out laughing.

Yes, just laughing, not pointing a finger at me and yelling insults. Although it may sound bizarre at first glance, this is reality, and this is human nature.

When I can demonstrate sufficient power and provide enough benefits to people, this level of "personal misconduct" will only be seen as a trivial flaw, or even part of my great achievements. Those moralists who would despise and condemn me for sleeping with a mother and daughter won't appear now, because I've already demonstrated the power to trample on ordinary moral rules.

Anyway, heroes have always been lecherous; open any third-rate novel, and I'm not the only lecherous guy who loves sleeping with sisters, mothers and daughters, and indulging in oyakodon (a type of Japanese rice bowl). As long as I can continue to be a "hero," providing these people with enough benefits, then even if I sleep with Yu Hong's mother and daughters, or even her grandmother, it will just be a "romantic affair"—not very appropriate, but harmless and insignificant.

Yu Hong wouldn't understand this; she didn't understand before, and she understands even less now. That's why she's still stubbornly making these ignored accusations.

"What do you take us, mother and daughter, for? We have flesh and blood, feelings, we are living, breathing people, not your sex toys! In your eyes, what else can you see besides three holes for sex? Fuck your mother! I will definitely kill you!"

The grief-stricken, bright red girl roared, wanting to rush down and attack at all costs. Katrina appeared just in time, spreading her wings and blocking the way down the path, once again blocking Yu Hong's movements, and shouted at her.

"Calm down, Yu Hong. Things have come to this point. No matter what you think of Admiral John, killing him won't change anything. What you've lost will never come back."

Seemingly forgetting her previous stance, Katrina spoke, leaning to the other side, "Think about who you were in the past, and what you've upheld all along. This time, you put righteousness before family, killing the Black Witch Queen, the mastermind, for your sisters. Your strength and unwavering commitment to the righteous path have made you a role model for all your people. Don't make a grave mistake because of a moment of anger." "Put

righteousness before family? You say I put righteousness before family? Hahahaha??"

Yu Hong seemed to have gone mad, laughing loudly on the mast. In the strong wind, her laughter was indistinguishable from her sobs.

"That day...there...when Mother rushed towards me...I...I...I was going to step aside..."

This was truly a shocking confession. Anyone who witnessed what happened that day would never forget it.

At that time, Bai Mudan was desperately trying to escape, pursued by Li Huamei and the Feather Clan female warriors. In Bai Mudan's escape route, Yu Hong stood there, blocking her mother's path. Earlier,

in the Cihang Jingdian, Yu Hong had fought to the death with her father, Xin Deng Jushi, to ward off evil and uphold righteousness, refusing to retreat. At that time, she was practically an angry goddess of justice. Anyone who had seen her then would not have thought she could abandon the public good for personal reasons, not even her own mother, Bai Mudan.

Unexpectedly, the real answer was like this.

So, if Bai Mudan hadn't given up and turned to run away, trying to find another way to survive, Yu Hong, standing before her, would have made way. In that case, Bai Mudan would have escaped and might still be alive today, and everything would have been different.

This is a truly poignant thought. However, the shock and impact of Yu Hong's confession were so great that many found it hard to believe.

"No, Yu Hong, don't talk nonsense. This shouldn't be your true intention. You're probably just... just overwhelmed with grief and confused about your true emotions, saying the wrong thing,"

Katrina said. "You've always upheld justice and fairness. You're the Second Constable Yu, willing to sacrifice everything for justice. This is your most important belief. How can you abandon even this belief yourself?"

"Justice? Bah! Justice? Bah! Upholding righteousness and warding off evil? Bah, bah, bah! I've spent my whole life fighting for the justice of others, but what have I gained in the end? My father is dead, my mother is dead, they were both driven to their deaths by me, even my sister has gone mad. Is this the price I pay for upholding righteousness and warding off evil? Damn it, I quit... Hahaha, I resign!"

Yu Hong laughed loudly, though the laughter sounded like crying. In a way, I hadn't seen Yu Hong so full of life in a long time. She cursed her beliefs, cursed the world, her whole body seemed to be burned by flames of resentment. Although a little frightening, she did exude a vibrant beauty.

From the perspective of her master, I was quite pleased. My little slave had finally come to her senses and realized that those things were utterly worthless. If she had understood this sooner and let go of those pointless principles, she would never have been suppressed by me for so long, let alone come to this point.

If I had any strength left, I would have applauded Yu Hong to celebrate her enlightenment, but… as a severely wounded person with a dagger plunged into my heart, after panting for so long, I was exhausted and had no strength left. I could only laugh inwardly, preparing to face the fate I had to face.

However, a cry of surprise broke the tense standoff and drew everyone's attention.

"Huh? Look, what's going on?"

With a cry of surprise from the beastmen, everyone's eyes were focused on Yu Hong. Because it was too dark, many things were not so clear, so people did not notice that in the darkness, Yu Hong's snow-white wings began to change, slowly deepening in color from their original pure white.

The white wings first turned gray, then deepened into black, starting from a small area near the shoulders and quickly "infecting" other parts. I had never seen this phenomenon of feather color change before, but I seemed to have read about it in some records of the ecology of the winged race.

But the truly crucial point is that the instant Yu Hong's wings underwent their transformation, my body also changed.

A mysterious power took effect within me, actually reducing the pain in my chest and intensifying the icy sensation in the wound Yu Hong had stabbed me with, as if the wound had been frozen solid. This not only stopped the bleeding but also slowly began to heal, giving me a glimmer of hope when I was on the verge of death.

This was utterly inexplicable, but no one else besides myself had noticed it. As this power flowed in continuously, my mind instantly cleared, and I quickly realized that the source of this power was not external, but originating from within myself.

...For some reason, the Hellish Lust God, whose soul was intertwined with mine, stirred, as if responding to Yu Hong's transformation. The Phoenix Blood Bee released astonishing energy.

(What...what happened? What's going on?)

I was wondering to myself when the orcs around me couldn't hold back any longer and started clamoring, launching attacks on Yu Hong in mid-air, throwing their weapons in hopes of knocking her down.

These attacks were powerful, but inaccurate, and restricted by the ship's ropes and masts, the orcs' heavy weapons missed their mark, even smashing holes in the deck. Yu Hong spread her wings, weaving and dodging through the air with the speed of a whirlwind; the thrown heavy weapons didn't even touch the hem of her robes.

However, not every attack was without threat to Yu Hong. In the midst of the chaos, someone silently climbed onto the mast, unnoticed by anyone, not even Yu Hong herself. Only when they were close did someone suddenly unleash a black blade of light, launching a surprise attack on Yu Hong's back.

A professional is indeed a professional. This strike came without warning, truly living up to the name of a ninja. The edge of the blade even touched Yu Hong's back. Unfortunately, there was a huge gap in strength. Yu Hong, who was surprised to be attacked, reacted with lightning speed, kicking out and striking Yu Hong's chest with a powerful kick.

"Ambush me? Do you think you're some kind of ghost?"

Yu Hong's counterattack was ruthless and vicious. This strike not only knocked the knife out of Wei Lai's hand, but it probably also broke the kid's ribs.

I couldn't understand why Wei Lai would risk ambushing Yu Hong at this moment, but at this moment, I was truly grateful to this kid. Because when Yu Hong launched her attack, a long, beautiful, and firm jade leg kicked out powerfully from under her crimson martial arts robe. The red robe billowed up, allowing us to fully appreciate the beauty of her pink legs, as well as the thong made of thin ropes and the exposed, fragrant buttocks.

The beastmen probably rarely saw such beautiful, snow-white buttocks, and they all exclaimed "Wow!" in unison. Even I felt that even if I were to die today, being able to see such a beautiful sight before I died would be enough to make me die in peace.

Our reaction to such a beautiful sight was normal. If someone were indifferent to beautiful legs and fragrant buttocks, they would definitely not be a normal person, at least not a normal man.

However… too many abnormal things have happened tonight.

While everyone was helpless against Yu Hong, a striking figure appeared on the highest mast of the sailboat without any warning. No one noticed how he got there. When we saw him, he was already standing on the highest mast like a king, facing the strong sea wind, looking down at everything below.

"Heh, the Five-Colored Sailboat hasn't been this lively in a long time. Tonight's show is truly spectacular, exhilarating! However, the guests are having so much fun, yet the host hasn't reacted at all. This is somewhat disrespectful,"

Bai Laden smiled. "I haven't performed acrobatics in a long time. Having this rare opportunity, I'll now perform a little entertainment for everyone."

With a smile, the owner of the Five-Colored Sailboat personally demonstrated his supernatural powers. With just a slight raise of his hand, all the mooring lines on the entire ship snapped. Then, all the mooring lines danced like living things, like hundreds of yellow snakes chasing their target in mid-air.

Yu Hong spread her wings and soared through the air, dodging the pursuit of hundreds of cables at incredible speed. However, the cables, coming from all directions, weren't in a hurry to catch her; they merely sealed off every blind spot, weaving a vast net that left Yu Hong nowhere to escape. Moreover, as the net was being woven, the cables constantly broke apart, transforming into countless fine threads that rained down from the sky. Under

the capture of this inexhaustible net, although Yu Hong's flight speed was fast, it wasn't fast enough to escape. She was quickly caught. What happened at that moment further proved that the master of the Five-Colored Sailboat, this Sea Merchant King, was no merciful person.

Yu Hong fell into the net, still struggling, but it was clear she was powerless to break free; surrender was only a matter of time. However, without any apparent action from Bai Laden, the power hidden within the hundreds of cables changed. The moment they touched Yu Hong, sparks flew and lightning crackled—they carried a powerful electric current.

"Ahhh!"

Yu Hong screamed in agony as she plummeted from mid-air, entangled by hundreds of cables. These cables weren't just simple bindings; the thinner ends even pierced her skin, embedding themselves in her collarbone, completely subduing her.

When dealing with extremely fierce and powerful individuals, constables would use iron chains to pierce their collarbones or similar methods to restrain their joints. These methods were not only highly damaging but also extremely painful; even strong, robust men could easily faint from the pain, which is why they were considered taboo. Now, this kind of torture was being used directly on Yu Hong. Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, Bin Laden's methods were truly ruthless. I strongly suspect he was demonstrating his power against us.

"Oh, not bad, you didn't faint. Your pain tolerance is stronger than a man's. Is it because your spirit has surpassed your body? Or is it because you've practiced regularly? Hmm... so you've endured the pain of being cut into a thousand pieces and ants. Not simple, not simple at all. You can withstand multiple extreme human pains combined. Your ability surpasses even that of the Bearded Man."

Bladen laughed, "Little girl, your willpower is amazing, very excellent. I like you very much."

The words "like you" have many meanings, but coming from Bladen's mouth, they don't mean what we think, and there's absolutely no ambiguity. In fact, even those orcs who don't know what fear is, are now trembling at the thought of this King of the Sea.

In contrast, Yu Hong's performance can only be described as brave and fearless. With her bones bound and tendons entangled by electric ropes, she glared at Bin Laden like a ferocious mother beast, roaring and uttering vicious curses. Blood dripped from her body; her wings, no longer white, had turned completely black, a deep, intense black that seemed ready to drip ink at any moment.

If one were to choose a model for a statue of a vengeful goddess, then Yu Hong at this moment would undoubtedly be the best choice. Her resentment was not only directed at me and her own fate, but also at the world. Such venomous hatred was terrifying; a timid person might even wet their pants in fright.

Unfortunately, Yu Hong encountered a terrifying opponent. Even the Goddess of Revenge wasn't qualified to fight the Great Demon King alone. Since meeting Bin Laden, though not perfect, he was flawless. I couldn't find any weakness in him. Yu Hong, in his hands, struggled futilely, only to have her blood dripping endlessly.

However, was all this struggle truly meaningless?

I think not. Yu Hong's resistance and struggle were not without purpose. Although Bin Laden was powerful, he probably didn't realize that while Yu Hong was struggling with all her might, the energy surging fiercely within me was also rising like the tide.

I was filled with doubt. This energy came suddenly, and although its source was the Hellish God of Lust, I couldn't understand why this phenomenon occurred.

(However, the host's condition affects the God of Lust, but the changes in the God of Lust will also affect the host. Yu Hong… she shouldn't continue like this forever.)

This thought had barely formed in my mind when something happened to Yu Hong. The girl, already covered in blood, suddenly emanated a chilling and terrifying aura, as if the gates of hell had opened within her, and a torrent of resentment surged forth from her body.

Simultaneously, the blood flowing from Yu Hong's wounds rapidly turned to a deep, inky black, even the tears in her eyes, creating a horrifying scene.

Along with these changes, Yu Hong's power began to leap three levels. Having endured many hardships over the years, Yu Hong's martial arts had progressed rapidly, now at the peak of the sixth level, poised to enter the seventh. But now, her true energy surged, generating a fierce wind that swept in all directions, indicating she had actually broken through and entered the seventh level. The beastmen and winged

female warriors on the deck were greatly astonished, discussing amongst themselves. No one knew why these phenomena were occurring in Yu Hong, but Bai Laden was an exception. These things could be kept secret from others, but not from him, who held everything in his grasp.

"Oh, a highly accomplished corruption phenomenon, very interesting. Let me help you a bit more..."

Yu Hong's power broke through to the seventh level, and her protective power surged. Bai Laden, who was controlling the electric ropes, should have felt the backlash, but he seemed oblivious. He smiled slightly, and the purple light flashing on the hundreds of electric ropes suddenly increased in brightness. Sparks flew and crackled, suppressing the swirling gale around Yu Hong.

The two forces clashed head-on, and Yu Hong endured great pressure. However, her ever-increasing power had not reached its limit. Instead, she grew stronger under the pressure of her enemy. The black tears and black blood all over her body wafted out, forming a black mist that surged and spread outwards, but was forced by the lightning to stay within a foot of Yu Hong.

This was undoubtedly a pure contest of strength. Bin Laden remained calm and composed, handling the situation with ease; Yu Hong's potential was limitless, constantly improving, making it impossible to discern which side had a better chance of winning. Instead, it sent shivers down the spines of the spectators on deck.

Soon, Yu Hong's entire body was engulfed by the black mist, and we could no longer see her. Just when we thought the battle would continue for a long time, the black mist enveloping Yu Hong suddenly stirred, transforming into countless skeletal figures that shot out in all directions.

The resentment condensed into skeletal figures, shooting wildly, creating chain explosions upon contact with the surrounding electric grid. We clearly sensed that the power of the explosions was constantly increasing, signifying that Yu Hong's power was breaking through to another peak, quickly moving from the initial and intermediate stages of level seven to the peak of level seven.

This was utterly unbelievable. Of all the strange tales I'd heard, I'd never heard of anyone increasing their power at such a speed. And if this continued, the result would be…

Finally, the inevitable happened. The black mist formed a gigantic skull

, its jaws agape, brimming with resentment, lunging towards Blair. Blair, who had been controlling the electric ropes purely with his power, hadn't made a move until now. He raised an eyebrow, clasped his hands together, and clashed with the gigantic skull-like black mist. Yu Hong's power instantly surged upwards, the dense black mist sweeping in all directions. Upon colliding with the hundreds of electric ropes, a deafening roar blasted the surrounding electric grid into ashes.

…Level Eight Power!
◆ Episode Two: Wooden Table and Hot Soup. A Dream of Happiness

In my team, Yu Ni, Yu Hong, and A Xue are the main combat force. Not only are their talents top-notch, but they have also each mastered superior techniques. In my plan and expectations, it's only a matter of time before they become unparalleled masters. Given time, perhaps a decade or two later, they are very likely to obtain the title of strongest, possessing power enough to dominate a region.

If you were to ask me who among the three would be the first to achieve the title of strongest, I would think it would be A Xue. After all, her foundation is the best; she has already reached the seventh level of cultivation, ahead of the others, and with the assistance of the Myriad Spirit Blood Pearl and the Creation Sacred Artifact, she should soon break through and reach the eighth level of cultivation.

However, I never expected that it would be Yu Hong who would achieve this breakthrough in such a way, taking the lead in raising her power and breaking into the eighth level of strength, a level unmatched by her peers!

The difference of one level is like heaven and earth. Whether in martial arts or demonic paths, it's unknown how much effort it takes to reach the eighth level. In the past two hundred years, this power has been worthy of the title "strongest," and it was once an invincible symbol that swept across the land. Yu Hong obtained this power at the tender age of not yet twenty, making her the first person in the past two hundred years to do so.

Setting this record is enough to bring glory to her ancestors, but one noteworthy point is that Yu Hong's power cannot be maintained for long.

The host's condition will affect the lustful beast, and the changes of the lustful beast will also affect the host. This is the ironclad rule of the Hell Lustful God. Yu Hong's surge in power also affected the Phoenix Blood Female Bee. Normally, I could adjust and tame the Phoenix Blood Female Bee, but now, severely injured and unable to control it, the out-of-control Phoenix Blood Female Bee has turned around and affected my body, causing my heart to pound wildly and my blood flow to accelerate.

The instant Yu Hong broke through to the seventh level of power, my heart pounded over two hundred times per minute. My severely injured body couldn't withstand the strain, and copious amounts of blood gushed from my mouth and nose. Those around me only thought it was from a dagger wound, completely unaware of my condition. On the verge of death, Yu Hong, who had surged to the eighth level of power, finally couldn't hold on any longer, and her power suddenly plummeted.

The eighth level, the high-level seventh level, the mid-level… such a drastic drop in power usually indicates a qi deviation, causing immense damage to the body. Despite her severe injuries, Yu Hong's power actually fell below the seventh level, leaving only her initial sixth-level strength. Upon colliding with Bai Laden's electric energy, she was instantly utterly defeated.

"Ahhh!"

Yu Hong screamed in agony as she was blasted through the black mist, plummeting like a broken kite into the vast ocean. In the instant she emerged from the black mist, I witnessed an unbelievable scene.

To contain immense power, a martial artist must possess a robust physique. However, if an excessive amount of power suddenly surges in, the worst outcome is utter destruction. Even if one manages to withstand it, the body often undergoes abnormal changes in order to bear the strain.

Yu Hong, who was thrown back, had a strange left hand and right foot. Although it wasn't clearly visible, they didn't resemble human limbs; their claws were hook-like, sharp and razor-sharp, much like the claws of a bird. The bizarre limbs seemed to have instantly degenerated, transforming into some kind of half-human, half-beast evil creature.

The entire process was only a brief, fleeting glimpse, but this grotesque form sparked a thought in my mind, as if I had realized something.

Half-human, half-beast isn't unusual. The group of beastmen around me are all half-human, half-beast, and the Feathered Clan itself is a branch of half-beastmen. Before evolving into their current form, the ancient Feathered Clan might have had wings and bird claws. Therefore, was Yu Hong's physical transformation a kind of anti-ancestral phenomenon?

It seemed plausible, but then I thought of the invincible dark summons Famit had seen in the battles of Fengling Island and Baghdad. Those lewd beasts were the epitome of beauty, a combination of insects and female bodies, emanating an aura as evil and eerie as Yu Hong's.

(Could it be... that Famit's dark summons are... Did I make a mistake before? For a human blood sacrifice to be powerful, besides having a large number of offerings, it might also be...)

Several vague thoughts came and went, and suddenly I felt incredibly tired, my consciousness growing increasingly hazy. Amidst the screams of the beastmen, it seemed as if someone picked me up and strode away. Then, I completely lost consciousness.

"...Why do you want me to save this kid? My friend, you should know that the price for asking me for favors is usually very high, and most of the time it ends up being more of a loss than a gain." "

Because this person is too important, I have to save him. No matter the cost, it's not a problem."

"Oh? What's so important about him? He's just a good-for-nothing. I don't see any importance in him."

"In my heart, he's my son. I'll save him even at the greatest cost."

"Is that so? Then...welcome to my shop, sir. My shop is honest and trustworthy. Those who trust me will live forever. I'll make sure you're satisfied."

In a daze, I heard people talking like this. The accent was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Then, I fell into a deep sleep.

In my sleep, I had dreams. In my dreams, there was darkness. I was walking alone in the darkness. At first, I didn't feel anything special, just a sense of familiarity. But soon I understood why I felt that familiarity.

"Come out, stop hiding."

The moment I spoke, a bright light suddenly shone through the darkness, and a beautiful figure appeared silently. Even the previously dark environment changed. In the blink of an eye, I found myself in a bright and clean wooden cabin. The warm morning light streamed in, illuminating the room.

I sat alone at a square wooden table. On the table was a blue-and-white porcelain vase containing several white roses, their sweet fragrance intoxicating. The four dishes on the table weren't elaborate or extravagant delicacies, just ordinary home-style dishes: fish, meat, eggs, and vegetables. Beside me was a sky-blue wine bottle and a small cup, the amber-colored liquid reflecting the surrounding scenery.

Looking around the wooden house, the furniture is very simple, just a few chairs, a square wooden table, and a very simple wooden bed, but every corner of the house is clean and tidy, showing that someone has taken great care of it; the bedding on the bed looks very soft and exudes a warm, sun-kissed fragrance.

A gentle breeze drifted into the room through the bright window, bringing the scents of grass, flowers, and the complex aromas of the forest. As I listened intently, the birdsong and insect chirps outside were crystal clear; even the rustling of leaves in the wind was distinct.

All of this… seemed so simple and natural, nothing particularly surprising. But what puzzled me was that, for the first time in my life, I was moved by this simplicity, even to the point of wanting to cry. It was a feeling I couldn't quite describe. It

wasn't sadness, nor surprise, just a pure…感动 (gǎndòng, a feeling of being deeply moved), as if something I had been searching for my whole life had finally become mine.

However, this feeling was somewhat incomplete, not quite perfect. At the most crucial point, something seemed to be missing… missing… missing someone to share it with.

The thought had barely formed in my mind when I heard the sound of running water. Looking up, I saw a beautiful figure behind a half-open wooden door, humming a song and swaying gently.

Behind the door was a kitchen, where she was washing dishes at the sink. She wore nothing but a champagne-colored apron, her bare, snow-white body revealing her alluring charm.

Beneath the low-cut neckline, her 34F breasts, full and rounded, almost overflowed, captivating the eye. A lace ribbon slanted across her right shoulder, tapering to her slender waist, emphasizing the height of her breasts. Beneath the apron were her round, fleshy buttocks and long, elegant legs. Because of her alluring, slightly bent-over posture, her legs appeared exceptionally straight, making her seem even taller than she actually was.

Her fair, smooth skin glowed with a rosy hue in the sunlight, her cheeks radiating a peachy hue. Her delicately arched eyebrows framed eyes as blue as the morning sky, partially obscured by thick, curled eyelashes. Her small, pert nose seemed sculpted, and her rosebud-like lips beckoned men to kiss her passionately. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her appear like a dazzling star, wild and alluring.

I'd seen a nude apron outfit a few times before, but the most memorable time was when Ah Xue wore it to cheer me up. At that moment, the visual impact of her full, voluptuous body beneath the apron, and her H-cup breasts, was so striking that I thought I'd never see anything more exciting. But now… I realized I was wrong.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you eating? Is it because I didn't cook well?"

A coquettish voice came from behind me as the beautiful girl who had left the kitchen came up behind me, hugged me from behind, and kissed me affectionately on the ear.

"This meal is to celebrate your great victory in Ishtar. You escaped unscathed from the encirclement of a million-strong army and peerless experts. You are truly a remarkable achievement. I really didn't expect you to cook so well."

These words themselves weren't anything special, but when she spoke and pressed her heavy, snowy breasts against my back, it became an incredibly sweet burden, making her words sound "very substantial."

"Um, thank you... Phoenix, you... I didn't know you could cook."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I found them funny. Creating illusions was Phoenix's forte. Let alone cooking a few dishes, even preparing a grand banquet would be a piece of cake for her.

However, I must commend Phoenix; the dream she prepared for me captured a desire I hadn't even realized I possessed, giving me a warm and beautiful dream.

Looking at the sexy little beauty beside me, it was the first time I'd experienced the breathtaking beauty of a naked apron. Her snow-white breasts, beautiful legs, and fragrant buttocks, these alluring features barely concealed beneath the apron, seemed like a divine gift, a salvation for me.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You naughty brother, it feels so strange looking at me like that,"

Phoenix chuckled softly. Usually bold and fiery, with a seductive gaze, she now had flushed cheeks, her lips slightly pursed, shy like an innocent virgin. She tugged at the hem of her apron, swaying it slowly. This alluring little gesture ignited a fire within me, making me want to push her down on the table and have my way with her.

"Don't rush, take your time, have a bite of food first!"

This aroused my desire, but before I could make a move, Phoenix preemptively picked up a piece of food and placed it near my mouth. I had no choice but to suppress my lust and eat it, not wanting to ruin the beautiful atmosphere with impatience.

"One more bite, this time try braised pork, hehe, I've prepared this for a long time, carefully cooking it for you."

Even though I knew it was all an illusion, it still felt good to hear and see. Perhaps the devil's seductive skills were too skillful; she not only knew how to be alluring but also how to use innocence and cuteness to capture hearts. Eating the food she picked up with her chopsticks gave me a sense of security, even... happiness.

"Isn't it delicious? I've always wanted to cook like this for you, brother. This dream has finally come true! I'm so happy."

This dream was so intoxicating that I didn't want to wake up. For a few brief minutes, I really felt like I was married, and Phoenix was my little wife. We were bathing in love in this happy little world.

It felt so sweet, but this feeling only lasted for a moment because the word "happiness" was too unsuitable for us. A devil and a slut—we couldn't bear those words. It was better to return to our own style.

"Alright, stop playing house here. What's your purpose in showing up this time? Just say it."

When I said this, a hint of regret seemed to flash in Phoenix's eyes, but when I reached under her apron, rubbed her bare, snowy buttocks, and grabbed her firm, beautiful breasts, she showed a very comfortable expression, as if she was enjoying my caresses.

"Hold your fun for a bit, what's up? Tell me first... Hey, you're not here just to play house, are you?"

"Yeah, I came here specifically to remind you. If you're not too forgetful, you should remember... you only have one wish left."

Phoenix smiled, and I immediately understood her purpose.

Forgotten? I hadn't forgotten, but if I could, I really wouldn't want to remember it. After all, when creditors come knocking and you don't want to pay, it's easier to not remember things too clearly. Of

the five wishes I made with Phoenix, selling my soul in exchange for them, four have now come true. My

first wish was that Xue would never leave my side. Although the wish was rather vague, it was largely fulfilled; Xue is currently tied to my side. My

second wish was for Phoenix to help deal with the snake tribe and Natasha, which triggered the miracle of the Great Sun Mirror. Xue used the Great Sun Mirror for the first time and defeated the powerful enemy in one fell swoop.

My third wish was to understand the events of Sara City back then. Because of this wish, I not only learned the secret of Moonsakura, but also traveled back in time, forging an inextricable bond with Li Huamei.

My fourth wish was to turn the tide in the Black Witch's trap. This wish ultimately led to Famit's reappearance in the world, using his invincible magic to reverse the situation, resolve the century-old feud with Charlotte, and achieve a great victory in the Battle of Ishtar.

Looking back on these four wishes, Phoenix was able to achieve them all smoothly; none of them were done by her own hands, which seemed opportunistic. However, in terms of the results, all four wishes were perfectly fulfilled. Although I wanted to find fault, I couldn't, and had to accept it.

So... I only have one last wish left to make.

Making one last wish isn't too troublesome; the real trouble lies in what happens afterward. We agreed to sell my soul, and although I didn't get the details, I don't know if my soul will be taken away immediately upon the wish's fulfillment—in other words, I'll die.

Doing business with stunning beauties, taking kickbacks, and flirting is a delightful experience, but if it's a life-or-death deal, I'd better turn down the idea and run away as soon as possible.

"Well… I think… um, the fifth wish… I need to think about it carefully. After all, it's the last wish, so I can't waste it. I need to think of something that benefits everyone…" I pondered, "If I could make a hundred or so more wishes, that would be ideal…"

But in reality, I didn't even dare to dream of such an outrageous thing. Phoenix seemed to see through my plan; she didn't answer, just smiled sweetly.

"We can talk about business later. Now it's time to celebrate. Now that we've finished our meal, how about something even better?"

"Oh? What?"

"Dessert." Phoenix smiled seductively, uttering her classic line: "Coupon? Tea? Orme?"

How could a man possibly make the wrong choice on this question? I immediately pulled her into my arms, ignoring the untied table, and swept all the dishes off the floor, placing Phoenix directly on the table.

"Don't waste it, that wine is very expensive..."

"Stop nagging. Who drinks alcohol at a time like this? If anyone drinks, it's milk."

I chuckled, brushing Phoenix's hand away and caressing her breasts. Even through her apron, I could clearly feel their firmness and elasticity.

Phoenix sighed softly, her breathing growing heavier as I touched her. There wasn't a single piece of fabric under the apron, and my hands roamed directly over her delicate skin. When my fingers touched her snowy buttocks, she couldn't help but tremble and let out a moan.

I initially wanted to help Phoenix take off the apron, but then I thought that such a thin apron, which barely covered her body, made little difference whether I took it off or not; in fact, it might even add to the pleasure. So I abandoned the idea of undressing her and simply removed my own clothes. Then I lowered my head and kissed her snowy breasts while caressing her vulva.

Phoenix was an excellent bed partner. When I did this, she would grasp my erect penis with her hand and stroke it up and down with just the right amount of force. And when I climbed down to lick her vulva, she would proactively adjust her position, grab my penis, and bring it to her lips, her movements very practiced.

Phoenix's breasts and buttocks were firm and elastic, her skin smooth and delicate, her body scent and the breath she exuded when she moaned were intoxicating. Her devilishly alluring body seemed to arouse all the desires within me. As I pressed myself against her soft body, all I could think about was wanting to stuff myself inside her. The

moment my hot penis entered her warm body, it mercilessly plunged straight into the deepest part of her vagina. Phoenix let out an "Ah!" and grabbed my arms with both hands. She frowned and closed her eyes. I lowered my waist and began to thrust up and down forcefully, slowly but powerfully, pushing my penis deep into her body. Her

elegant apron was haphazardly flipped up, and I was intoxicated by the pleasure of entering Phoenix's body. The walls of her vagina were burning hot, like melting flesh, tightly wrapped around me, like a blooming, seductive flower thirsting for the essence of my life.

With each thrust, Phoenix's starry eyes were half-open, emitting somewhat childish moans, which fueled my lust even more. I grabbed her ankles, spreading her smooth, white legs wide, letting her vulva thrust forward. Her two delicate labia, glistening with nectar, parted automatically. Then I forcefully thrust my penis into her, using all my strength to fuck this beautiful little devil before me.

"Hey, if you're having a good time, make a sound!" I said to her as I moved. "It shouldn't hurt, right?"

Phoenix nodded first, then shook her head, panting, and said, "Yeah! It won't!"

With that answer, I naturally continued my movements without hesitation. Actually, at a certain pressure, not only is there the pleasure of penetration, but it's also less likely to ejaculate, and the woman will feel very comfortable too—that's my experience.

After thrusting for a while, I sat down on the chair, pulled Phoenix's fragrant and smooth body over, and put her on top of me. She moved weakly for a moment, then lay on top of me, saying her waist was too weak. I had no choice but to hold her, inserting my penis from below. Her two plump, white, and tender breasts pressed against my chest. I lifted her buttocks with both hands, lifted her apron, and began to move her up and down, which was quite wonderful.

I lifted Phoenix's upper body, letting her sit steadily on my lap, using her own body weight to sink down onto my thighs, allowing for a deeper penetration.

Phoenix let out a soft "Ee!" and tilted her face back.

"Brother, brother... ah, ahhh..."

"You call me brother as soon as you get excited? Hey, don't just call me that, show your brother your ass by shaking it."

I helped Phoenix with my hands, twisting her violently up and down and left and right, while pressing my lips hard against hers, taking her tongue and sucking it wantonly.

Her apron fell off halfway during the intense movements, revealing one of Phoenix's F-cup breasts, trembling incessantly. She was immersed in the frenzy of lust, her mouth open, and began to twist her ass violently like a millstone.

"Ah, oh!... Ahhh, ahhh!"

The penis buried deep inside her felt her vagina contract violently and gush, squeezing her wet glistening vulva. When I got excited, I squeezed her nipples hard, making her arch her body in pain and gush again.

"Oh...ah...ah...woo...it's coming...oh oh oh...it's coming...ah ah..."

"Ah...good brother...right there...harder...sister...oh...being penetrated...ah...ah...so good...ah...it's hitting the spot...don't stop..."

"Hmm, you're so horny...really...hmm...very good, so narrow and warm...doing it...oh...so smooth...ah...it's so comfortable!"

"Ah...good brother...please be gentle...ah...I'm going to be...penetrated...oh...don't be so...ah...harder...hmm..."

While listening to her moans, my penis thrust hard, repeatedly pumping in and out of the little devil's hot vagina. I watched as my penis pushed the honey lips in and out, the hole getting hotter and hotter, and the nectar flowing out more and more. The overflowing juice was bright and transparent, flowing onto the little devil's anus and forming a shiny layer, like a face mask.

A moment later, the waves of pleasure deepened, and both of them were nearing their climax, especially Phoenix. My relentless thrusting and pounding caused her vagina to spasm repeatedly, a gush of vaginal fluid spurting towards her cervix. Her vaginal walls contracted, gripping my penis tightly, while she thrust upwards with all her might, engulfing my entire shaft. Her two shapely, long legs clamped tightly around my waist.

"Slow down, don't rush. You're almost done, I'm still early,"

I said, slowing my thrusting. I told Phoenix, who was already half-orgasmic, to get up and turn around.

Phoenix positioned herself face down, elbows on the bed, her full buttocks raised, her apron lifted to her waist, her legs slightly apart.

Seeing her like this, I wasn't in a hurry to get started. I first caressed her buttocks, her slender waist, and the skin of her bare back. Then, while playing with her large breasts, I licked her overflowing vulva. Phoenix immediately let out a miserable moan.

"Come in!" Phoenix said breathlessly, grabbing my hand and pressing it against her large breasts.

I immediately understood what she meant. I lay behind her, holding her slender waist with both hands, and after getting into position, I inserted my penis again and began to thrust. I watched this aroused female body from behind. This flesh-to-flesh rear-entry position seemed to give her immense pleasure.

"Hey, you're seducing me, do you want me to hug you, want me to fuck you?"

"Mmm...yes...yes..."

"How do you feel every time I hug you? Are you excited?"

"Yes...mmm...very excited...I want you so much..."

"I'm going to come, is that okay?"

"Mmm...okay..."

I frantically pounded against Phoenix's buttocks, faster and harder, until finally, with a final thrust, as if I wanted to shove my penis and scrotum into her flower valley.

Amidst the little devil's moans, I couldn't help but cry out, and thick semen gushed out, trembling several times, as if it would never end.

Phoenix just held me tightly, as if if she let go she would never see me again, her arms wrapped around my back, even her jade legs tightly wrapped around my waist.

"...Handsome, there's something I need to tell you..."

A smart woman often speaks when the mood has calmed down, when a man's will is least clear. However, having learned this the hard way too many times, I was wary of such an opening.

"What is it? If it's something to spoil the mood, we can talk about it later. Don't ruin the good atmosphere."

"Actually, it's nothing big, just a job transfer and some career planning issues."

Phoenix cupped my chin and said softly, "I'm getting transferred soon. After I finish this job with you, I'm afraid we won't have many chances to meet again."

"What did you say?"

These sudden words struck me like a thunderbolt. I suddenly realized that Phoenix's appearance today was likely just to say this, and the whole matter was not as simple as she made it out to be. Although her tone was calm and seemingly unremarkable, her eyes revealed a different kind of emotion.

That look... was extremely sad, even heartbreaking.

Is this... some kind of trickery?

For a moment, I had a doubt, but thinking of this simple home-cooked meal, and Phoenix cooking in her apron, I suddenly felt... I couldn't doubt this woman.

Then, Phoenix kissed me. In that moment of intertwined bodies, we kissed passionately, as if this kiss would last forever.

◆ Episode 3: Business is Business. Bartering

The demonology books I've read record countless types of demons, as numerous as the stars in the sky. Basically, demons are advanced life forms that surpass humans in essence. Not only are their bodies strong, but they also possess many special abilities. If it weren't for the restrictions they face, preventing them from moving freely in the human world, this place would probably have been conquered by demons long ago.

Phoenix always appears in my dreams, or directly induces some kind of hallucination in me. According to the classification in demonology, she should belong to some kind of dream demon, influencing people's brains and manipulating their dreams. As long as one's mental strength is strong enough, she is almost omnipotent in the world she creates.

Meeting Phoenix in my dreams was something I was used to. This time, I expected her to say something, and as usual, it wouldn't be anything good. So I was on high alert, afraid of being caught off guard by a bombshell.

However, I swallowed the bombshell in the end. Phoenix's last words were truly shocking.

"...After I finish this job, I'm afraid we won't have many chances to meet again."

Normally, this seemed perfectly reasonable. I only had one last wish left, and when that wish ended, I, whose soul had been taken, would die. Phoenix finished this job, and of course, we wouldn't have a chance to meet again.

However, from the little devil's tone and eyes, I felt that things weren't like that. The sorrow in her eyes hinted at a final farewell, and this separation wasn't because of me, but because of her own problems.

Ultimately, what I truly feared wasn't the separation, but the sadness in Phoenix's eyes. I didn't know why she was so heartbroken, and my first instinct was to stop her from being so sad.

I wanted to ask why, but Phoenix kissed me first. The kiss seemed passionate, but I understood the message it contained: Phoenix didn't want to answer my question and was about to disappear, which was why she silenced me with a kiss.

This warm dream of a cabin lunch and apron-clad beauties might very well be a farewell signal, giving me one last beautiful memory. If this was true, then I had to seize this last chance, because if I parted from Phoenix like this, I might never see her again.

Driven by this fear, I tried to end the kiss, wanting to separate, but on the other hand, I held Phoenix tightly, afraid she would slip away. Phoenix, knowing my ways, did the opposite.

The opportunity was fleeting, and in the end, I was still the loser. As my consciousness began to fade, the scene before me slowly turned into a white light. I stared intently into Phoenix's beautiful eyes, desperately trying to ask her: Why?

There was no answer. Phoenix disappeared, and the whole world returned to nothingness. As I felt anxious and regretful, a thought suddenly popped into my head.

Every time Phoenix made me dream, my body would react, and when I was unlucky, I would even do some indecent things. I wondered what kind of situation I would wake up under this time?

I just hoped... it wouldn't be too bad...

"Ugh... I... what happened to me..."

The blankness before my eyes darkened, then began to show color. I returned to the real world, and the first thing I felt was that I was hugging someone tightly, as if letting go would mean losing that person forever.

This is a truly awful feeling…

In the dream, I held Phoenix in my arms, and our intimate contact was like a moving love poem. But in the real world, the person I'm holding isn't just not beautiful, he's definitely not a woman either.

A man holding another man tightly, regardless of their appearance, is hardly a pleasing sight, and the way I'm holding him is so tight it makes me feel nauseous. Besides, this man seems to have a knife in his hand, and before I woke up, he was using it to peel fruit by the bedside. Although

I'm quite annoying, many people come to visit me when I'm sick, and among them, the one who might peel fruit for me… well, there's really no need to guess; it's one of the signature moves of a lewd middle-aged man.

Every time I have a lewd dream about Phoenix, there's a high chance I'll encounter a lewd middle-aged man when I wake up. The indecent things he does to me are countless, to the point that I've lost all interest in even killing him to cover it up.

However, the worse thing this time was that it seemed there weren't only Mao Yan'an and I in the room. As I tightly hugged Mao Yan'an, I suddenly heard a loud bang. It was the sound of someone staggering backward in shock and crashing heavily against the wall.

"...I...I'm dead..."

If this lapse in composure had any benefit, I think it was probably this: that cunning old fox, ruthless and even more vicious pervert, the maritime tycoon Blair, was now ashen-faced, stumbling against the wall, staring at us in disbelief.

"You two...you actually have this kind of relationship! No wonder you risked your life to save him...no wonder...you hugged him so tightly as soon as you woke up...you almost kissed him...Damn it, you two are so perverted...I should never have done this deal..."

To make the great merchant king turn pale as a ghost is not just a gain, it's practically an achievement. I believe not many people have seen him with such an expression. If I went out and told others, I'd probably be the one getting a lot of praise. However, when a bunch of people heard the strange noise and rushed in, I still felt...this kind of thing isn't worth boasting about.

"Nephew, nephew..."

"Shut up, uncle. Aren't we embarrassed enough already?"

"We've been embarrassed enough, but... I have a physiological problem that's related to you. It's urgent and needs to be resolved immediately."

"Damn it, what physiological problem is related to me? Did you really join that circle in the Golden Flower Federation?"

Faced with my questioning, Mao Yan'an glanced at the crowd rushing into the room and sighed deeply.

"No... Just now, I was talking to the Marquis while peeling an apple. Halfway through the conversation, you suddenly pounced on me and hugged me tightly... Did you feel like there was a knife stuck in your chest... It hurts a lot?" "Uh...

I don't think so... I really don't..."

"Of course not, because... that knife is stuck in my chest..."

After saying that, the delinquent middle-aged man's eyes rolled back, and he fell backward, blood gushing from his chest. A fruit knife was horizontally embedded in his flesh.

A middle-aged man, injured and lying on the ground, threw the room into chaos once more. However, some remained calm, slowly raising their hands to volunteer.

"Is someone else injured? Does he need treatment?" Bai Laden waved, trying to get our attention, and laughed, "Is anyone willing to do anything to save him? If so, there's business to be done here."

I had been stabbed in the chest by Yu Hong, suffering a severe heart attack and bleeding profusely—a near certain death. After emergency treatment, what was my condition?

The answer was: almost no scars left.

This bizarre thing was hard for even me to believe, yet it really happened. People rushed to congratulate me, saying that the Sea Merchant King truly possessed extraordinary abilities; after his emergency treatment, my body had recovered to such a state—it was truly unbelievable… As for the injured Mao Yan'an lying back in bed, that was an even more unbelievable thing… unbelievably unlucky.

"John, actually, with a high-level healing spell, your injuries shouldn't be difficult to treat to near-complete recovery afterward, as long as

you don't die on the spot," Bai Lanxiong sighed. "The real difficulty lies in preventing you from dying on the spot. Do you know how severe your injuries were? Your heart was almost cut in half. All the medical personnel present said you were beyond saving, completely beyond medical help. I panicked too. In the end, it was Teacher Mao who reminded everyone, and that's when we thought of asking Lord Hou for help..."

I touched my still-painful chest, listening to Bai Lanxiong's words, and vaguely felt that this deal wasn't worth it. The most crucial reason I was saved was the instantaneous repair of my damaged heart, a severe injury that healing spells couldn't salvage, and the main reason why everyone sought help from Bai Laden.

But I knew very well that my heart, which was severely damaged by Yu Hong, had already rapidly healed itself when Yu Hong underwent a corrupted transformation, and my internal energy resonated with it. What kind of magical principle is involved here? Even I don't understand it. But when Bin Laden rescued me under these circumstances, it was just going with the flow. He didn't actually help me much, but everyone took the credit. It's really unpleasant to think about.

"Damn it, that swindler... if I ever get the chance, I'll definitely get my revenge. Doing business with him is just too unprofitable..."

I cursed angrily. Bai Lanxiong sighed and looked at me with an envious gaze.

"Brother, you really don't know how lucky you are. If it were me, I wouldn't have so many people around me caring for and protecting me."

"...I don't understand. What do you mean?"

"Back then, you were critically injured and on the verge of death. Everyone was helpless. It was Teacher Mao who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, picked you up, and strode towards the Sea Merchant King, begging him to save you no matter what. The Sea Merchant King was a little hesitant at first, but then Teacher Mao suddenly knelt down, and we followed suit, kneeling down to plead with him. That's how he finally made a move."

Bai Lanxiong didn't use any particularly impassioned words, but listening to his words, I could vaguely imagine the scene at the time. Mao Yan'an and the group of orcs really did risk their dignity to beg Bai Laden for help to save their lives.

Thinking about all the evil I've done in my life, it's truly a strange thing that a man would be willing to beg someone else to save my life. Perhaps I should thank them, but as I thought about it, I felt I couldn't do such a thing. So I changed the subject to something else that concerned me.

"Old Bai, how's Yu Hong?"

"..."

Bai Lanxiong didn't answer immediately. I could tell he didn't like my question. From his perspective, he probably disapproved of my continued entanglement with Yu Hong.

"John, I know that girl is very important to you, but now that she's like this, and even stabbed you in the back, it's too dangerous and not worth it if you still have any illusions about her." "I know what

you're saying. A woman... she's just a woman. How dangerous can she be? Besides, even if we've broken off all ties, it doesn't mean I can't even ask where she is, right? I should at least have an answer about whether she's dead or alive."

I persisted in asking, but to no avail. Bai Lanxiong didn't know where Yu Hong was either. Everyone on the deck saw Yu Hong being knocked away by Bin Laden, losing consciousness, and falling into the sea. Then, because the scene was too chaotic, when people calmed down and wanted to check on Yu Hong's condition, all they could get were the eight words: "Fell into the sea and disappeared, whereabouts unknown."

"Didn't you try to salvage her after she fell into the sea?"

"A woman who would turn on her man like that, once she's dead, she's dead. We beastmen discard her like trash. What's the point of pulling her out? To let her stab you again? If you really died, how could I face the Venerable One after my death?"

Bai Lanxiong became more and more agitated as he spoke. If he continued, he might pounce on me and strangle me. He had lived a life of heroic romance, having been with many women, but he had never truly loved any woman. Yet, he was well-read, loved human heroic tales, and was very interested in all kinds of love and hate. So, ever since I met Yu Hong, Bai Lanxiong had always been supportive, even expecting something from me.

But Yu Hong's knife shattered Bai Lanxiong's illusions, bringing him back to the beastman's usual attitude. He became wary of women and anxiously warned me, trying to wake me up from my "lost path."

Actually... Bai Lanxiong was overthinking it. I have my own sense of proportion, although I don't handle it very well, but it's still better than him oscillating between excess and deficiency like this.

I asked a few more questions, and Bai Lanxiong told me that while I was unconscious, Katrina had conducted an investigation to find out the reason for Yu Hong's sudden madness.

The reason was simple: Katrina already believed that Yu Hong's madness would also affect Yu Ni, so after Yu Hong disappeared, she went to check on Yu Ni's condition immediately, and understood immediately.

Yu Ni was disheveled, sitting on the ground with her bare bottom exposed, her eyes vacant, muttering incoherent babbling. Her hands were moving, reaching between her legs and frequently fiddling with them, a puddle of vaginal fluid flowing beneath her snowy buttocks...

"...According to Katrina, what they saw when they entered the room was a half-broken puppet doll."

Although I hadn't witnessed what Bai Lanxiong described, I understood it perfectly, because that was indeed Yu Ni's true form.

Manipulated by the Black Witch and the Evil Lotus, Yu Ni's mental state was essentially destroyed. She was only able to function through a pseudo-personality I implanted in her. Now that the Black Witch is dead, Yu Ni's recovery is likely hopeless. My abilities are limited; the pseudo-personality I implanted will wear down. It needs to be re-implanted periodically, like winding up a mechanical puppet. If I don't re-implant it in time, it doesn't matter much. At most, Yu Ni will just act like an idiot for a while, and when I have time to re-implant it, she'll immediately laugh and jump around, returning to "normal."

That's how it should have been...

With fierce battles raging inside and outside Baghdad, and the dangers of war, coupled with my own frequent setbacks, I simply didn't have the energy to pay attention to Yu Ni. I forgot about implanting the pseudo-personality in her. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, since I often forget things, but this time, it was precisely this forgetfulness that caused such a huge problem.

It's not hard to imagine how much Yu Hong, who is always inseparable from Yu Ni, would be shocked to see this scene. Given Yu Hong's personality, she might think the worst, believing I was behind everything, turning her sister into this doll-like figure, and harboring deep hatred for me.

Frankly, this accusation is truly unjust. Yu Ni's current state is thanks to her biological mother, Bai Mudan. If it weren't for Bai Mudan's control and manipulation, how could her mind have been so ravaged? Although I find it hard to understand how Xin Deng Jushi and Bai Mudan, who doted on their two daughters, could have done such a thing, surely I shouldn't be blamed? I was the one who cleaned up the mess, the hero who restored Yu Ni to a semblance of humanity.

Unfortunately, Yu Hong won't believe that. Or rather, even if Yu Hong knew the truth, her dark psychology still needs an outlet, a target for revenge. Therefore, she refuses to believe the facts and can only use revenge against me as her motivation to survive.

Justice is unreliable, principles are meaningless. To combine one's entire life with hatred, to let body and soul melt into darkness, to become the most terrifying vengeful goddess…

This is arguably another perfect plan to corrupt a saint. Thinking about it, I actually felt a strange sense of pleasure. But then I thought, if a work can't be completed in the future, no matter how perfect it is, it's meaningless. This truly makes me regretful.

(Huh? An ordinary person falling into the sea in this situation probably wouldn't have much hope of survival, but Yu Hong's physical condition is extraordinary. A fall like this shouldn't be fatal, right?)

Thinking of this, I straightened my expression and asked Bai Lanxiong an important question.

"Alright, Lao Bai, let me get this straight first. Yu Hong was thrown out, neither you nor Bai Laden tried to retrieve her; she just fell into the sea and disappeared, right?"

"That's right. A dangerous woman like that, if she drowns, she drowns. We would never pull her up and put you in danger again."

Bai Lanxiong spoke decisively, but he didn't understand my point. I frowned and said, "That's not right."

"What's wrong with it? Letting that woman sink into the sea was the right thing to do."

"You were right to let her sink, but Bai Laden letting her go is wrong."

"You mean..."

A glint flashed in Bai Lanxiong's eyes; he understood what I meant. Bai Laden always knew how to exploit people's weaknesses. He would never let go of someone who had value. Yu Hong must have been a rare commodity for him; he had no reason to let such a valuable asset sink into the sea and ignore it.

After my explanation, Bai Lanxiong also felt something was amiss and came with me to see Bai Laden to ask what the Sea King was really up to.

"Oh, hello you two. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Bin Laden sat in a leather chair, a glass of red wine and a cigar in his hand, looking quite content. Opposite him was another man, also enjoying wine and a cigar—the dashingly dressed Heart Sword Nun—who was giving us a mocking look.

These two evil figures sitting side-by-side, both with smiling faces, were unsettling. Even though I knew they couldn't possibly be discussing anything like world peace, I couldn't help but ask.

"Excuse me... what are you two talking about here?"

"Nothing much. The nun and I share similar interests. We talked about rock music, coffee, and life, and also discussed the possibility of cooperation. Maybe we can open a charity together to take in homeless boys and girls and help all living beings."

"Hey, why do all the bad people in this world like to open charity? Is human trafficking so lucrative?"

"Oh, don't say that. I'm not a bad person, just a simple businessman. You know, prices are rising so fast these days. Businesses are all about integrating upstream and downstream, from production to marketing, to reduce costs. We're also struggling to survive, just trying to make a living."

"Don't pretend to be harmless in front of me. The two of you are the most dangerous people within a thousand miles. Tell me, why didn't you save Yu Hong when she fell into the sea? Or did you do something secretly and are pretending nothing happened?"

I questioned sharply. Bai Laden shrugged, denying everything.

"Captain Yu is your sex slave, not mine. I haven't done anything with that little girl, so what does she have to do with me? Saving her would be a waste of my food. Why would I need to save her? Do you think anyone will give me any benefits after I save her?"

Bai Laden laughed. "You saw it yourself back then. Her depravity was out of control. The mental mutation affected her body, and even her body underwent a reversion to a beast. She can no longer be considered human... Don't worry, that blow and falling into the sea won't kill her."

These words matched my estimation. Recalling Yu Hong's physical mutation at the time, I believed that her physical strength was even greater than that of beastmen like tigers and bears. This level of injury wouldn't be fatal. Once she recovered, she would definitely be stronger and more terrifying than before.

"Hey, don't worry too much. Actually, when Shenni came to see me earlier, we talked about this too."

Bai Laden's words revealed a crucial piece of information: neither Shenni nor Bai Laden were normal people; they both possessed similar twisted thinking. If we extrapolated from their perspective, I think these two idle spectators would be eagerly anticipating the reappearance of Yu Hong, wondering what kind of evil and ferocious form she would take.

With their cultivation levels, let alone anything that could threaten them, there were very few things left that could even move them. What was happening to Yu Hong was a perfect spectacle for them, which explains why they chose to stand by and enjoy the entertainment. If they jumped in to interfere, they would become actors themselves, losing all the enjoyment of watching.

(Hmm, asking further wouldn't yield any answers. They probably don't know anything about Yu Hong's condition; asking would be pointless. But… we can't just leave like this, can we?)

Thinking about it, he couldn't swallow his anger, but he didn't have the right to confront anyone head-on. Losing his temper was pointless . Just as he was feeling frustrated, an idea suddenly came to him. If profit was the rule on this ship, then even a powerful maritime tycoon like Bin Laden had to play by the rules.

"Hey, Lord Marquis, how do you plan to compensate me for my losses?"

"What losses?"

"Ha, you yourself said that was my sex slave, not yours. Since that's the case, you had your fun with her using electric ropes, shouldn't you pay me rent? You finished and then threw her to the bottom of the sea and couldn't find her, isn't that my loss? You caused me losses, do you think you can just ignore it?"

"You're talking nonsense! I was saving you!"

"Ha, that's ridiculous. Did I ask you to save me? You're the one meddling. What does it have to do with me?" I said. "The matter is simple. You kidnapped my sex slave without my permission and played with her however you wanted, and then lost her. It's perfectly reasonable for you to compensate me. This sex slave is of very high quality; she's a renowned beauty on earth. Although she has some mental issues, she's still quite capable. You can't just grab any old prostitute to fill the position."

I rattled off a long string of words, sounding utterly despicable. Bai Lanxiong, standing nearby, was dumbfounded, but he wasn't stupid. He quickly understood and nodded repeatedly, chiming in.

"My lord, what he said is outrageous, but... it's not without reason. I think you should compensate him for his loss."

There are advantages to being friends with smart people. I almost wanted to hug Bai Lanxiong and kiss him passionately, while Bai Laden laughed heartily at the situation we created.

"Alright, heroes emerge from among the young. You're right, I'm the one who knocked him into the sea, so I should take responsibility." Bin Laden laughed. "Giving you a sex slave isn't a problem, but which kind do you want? Already trained? Or untrained?"

"You and I are both experts. Those already trained are probably not very good, and everyone has different tastes. I might not like what you train. Give me the untrained, high-quality kind."

If I were a skilled tailor, why would I buy ready-made clothes? An untrained, top-quality woman is more attractive than a trained one, but I still need to see her in person before deciding.

"You've come at a good time. Not long ago, we captured some excellent material. We were about to start processing it, but then your business came up, so it was put on hold and is still stored on the ship."

Bin Laden spoke with a smile. He always seemed to have plenty of bargaining chips. No matter what demands we made, he had a way to handle them with ease.

Now that the deal was done, Blair was quick to act, immediately ordering someone to take us to see the "top-quality material." Along the way, Bai Lanxiong sighed, not understanding the point of my actions. In his view, I had almost gotten myself killed because of a woman, and now that I was going to Solancia for important business, I should be focused, yet I was still dealing with sex slaves—truly reckless.

"Enough talk," I replied to Bai Lanxiong. "Doing things doesn't have to be meaningful, as long as it's beneficial. I'm not like you; you're a hero, I'm not."

I had my own considerations. If the woman was indeed top-quality, I'd have sex with her before leaving, to deflower her or get a taste of her sweetness. If she was truly that good, I'd find a place to settle her temporarily and deal with her after the Solancia matter was resolved. If she was subpar, I'd immediately return her to Blair.

However, on the way, I had many thoughts, wondering what the woman looked like, what her identity was?

Human? Elf? Or orc?

Is she a female knight-errant? A noblewoman? Or a princess?

Every type of woman has its own unique charm. I believe Bin Laden wouldn't deliberately keep an unattractive woman as a beauty; a woman he calls top-quality material must be quite attractive. As I imagined these possibilities, my chest tightened, and I couldn't help but ask,

"What kind of person is that woman?"

"She's human, quite pretty," said the Sea Merchant King's subordinate who was leading the way. "That woman is from the Golden Flower Federation."

"The Golden Flower Federation? Does she have some kind of fetish?"

"...Probably not. We captured her. Of the group that came to cause trouble, all the men except her were killed on the spot, and the women were also dealt with. Only she was spared because of her beauty."

Someone actually dared to cause trouble here? I'm quite curious about that. And she's from the Golden Flower Federation; it might be related to a political event. Could it be that the Golden Flower Federation wanted to spy on the Sea Merchant King and sent someone? If so, then she's a female spy.

A female spy... I've never dealt with that before.

I rubbed my hands, itching with curiosity, and asked, "Those people... were they spies sent by the Golden Flower Federation?"

"Well... I don't think so. I heard... they're newspaper reporters."

"Huh? What?"

◆ Chapter Four: The Loss of Virginity, Three Deadly Paths

According to the Sea Merchant King's subordinates, the Golden Flower Federation is indeed the strongest nation on Earth. Even its civilian organizations possess remarkable activity, not only active within the Federation but also meddling in matters abroad.

These organizations are very concerned about human rights, environmental protection, and ecology in other countries, actively gathering evidence to influence the government and then have the government take the lead in changing these negative aspects. Basically, these aren't bad things, but one should always act within their capabilities. Things that are too far beyond one's ability shouldn't be attempted rashly.

Sometimes, continuous success can cloud judgment and lead to overestimating one's own strength. These journalists from the Golden Flower Federation were just like that. After the collapse of the Black Dragon Society, the situation in the East China Sea caught their attention. They came to conduct interviews and investigations, and became very interested in another force besides the resistance, the "Sea Merchant King

," ultimately deciding to infiltrate and investigate. This was truly audacious. Given the danger posed by Bin Laden, even the Black Dragon King and Li Huamei wouldn't dare to easily provoke this evil man. A group of journalists casually barged in, treating this super tiger like a coward. This courage was truly rare in the world; they probably didn't even realize they had such audacity.

Having courage without power is a very sad thing. Bin Laden could let these ignorant flies buzz around his head and escape unscathed, making him seem magnanimous or unfathomable; he could also slaughter these flies to maintain his dignity.

(Damn, could it really be such a coincidence?)

With this unease, I saw the cell door open. Inside was a huddled figure, shackled and disheveled, looking very wretched. She didn't seem like the person I knew, but…

“John Farrell?”

A weak but excited exclamation reached my ears. Bai Lanxiong and the others beside him looked surprised, their eyes questioning.

“Don't ask me, I never expected to run into her here. It was all a complete accident… Damn, she recognized me immediately. I've never slept with her before, could she have mistaken me for someone else?”

“John Farrell! What are you doing here? You…you must be colluding with the Sea King, you're an accomplice in all those bad things he's done?”

“Yeah, she starts accusing me right away. It really is her. Charlotte, long time no see, hello there!”

Based on my request, Charlotte was released. Although this woman wasn't smart, she wasn't stupid enough to be evil. At least she knew how to endure for the time being and didn't shout about justice or vow revenge anymore. Otherwise, no one could have protected her.

"Well, I said I'd compensate you with someone. As long as you accept, how you deal with them is your business. I won't interfere,"

Blaine laughed. "However, I'm quite curious. I heard you're a black-faced, black-hearted, and extremely evil bad guy. How come you can't even sleep with a woman? Trying to play the good guy? That's so disappointing."

"Damn it! Just to satisfy your hopes, to prove I'm bad, I'm going to sleep with women for you to see, to rape every woman I see?" I gave Blaine the middle finger. "You people are all fucking psychopaths. You like watching people act badly. Go find your mother!"

I've been encountering this kind of questioning occasionally lately. Not only Blaine, but even Bai Lanxiong has asked me this, which has made me extremely annoyed.

I don't find the bad things I did in the past shameful, because the purpose of doing them was mostly for survival. Otherwise, who would be so bored as to commit heinous acts for no reason? However, I also don't think there's anything glorious about doing bad things. Those creatures who always sing "I'm a rogue, who's afraid of me?" have a clearly different mental structure from mine. It's not a matter of right or wrong, but I really don't like that kind of thinking.

Similarly, I can't understand the problems with Bai Lanxiong and Bai Laden. If they like watching others do bad things so much, they should just jump in and do it themselves. Placing that kind of hope in me is simply absurd. Whatever I do, it's all for my own survival. I'm struggling to find a way to live, not being a circus monkey, performing for others.

"Don't get angry. It was wrong of me to ask you that. I didn't mean to insult you. I called you here to tell you that everything you need for your departure is ready, and I also have some latest intelligence to share."

The trip to Solancia needs to be completed on time, and we've already been delayed long enough. If we delay any longer, we might not have time to do anything. Whitebeard has arranged a speedboat for me; we'll depart tonight.

These are all part of the plan, but there are some unexpected problems. In the past, no matter what we needed to do, a single order would mobilize the entire team. But this time…

Ah Xue is seriously injured and can no longer be considered a combatant; Yu Hong has fallen into the sea and disappeared. Even if she reappears, she'll only be there to attack me, so she can't be considered a combatant either.

So, our team's main combat force is actually only Yu Ni, who needs further adjustments, and Violet, who only breathes fire, eats meat, and sleeps late.

Even if we reluctantly consider intelligence as a form of combat power, Mao Yan'an cannot travel with us because of the inexplicable knife wound to his chest. He needs several days of rest and cannot join us. Although he vowed from his sickbed that he would catch up once his injury stabilized, I have no idea what he could do if he did.

In the past, I was always in charge of command, leaving practical combat tasks to others. This time, although we've dealt with a dangerous situation and obtained a bunch of powerful tools from Bin Laden, seemingly increasing our strength, they haven't been used in actual combat, so we don't know their actual effectiveness. Power that is "powerful" but not "stable" is undoubtedly like holding a bomb in your hands—extremely dangerous.

Although I don't want to admit it, in this situation, my most reliable combat force is actually Xiao Weilai. An excellent ninja can be useful in many ways, not to mention appearing unexpectedly and secretly delivering a poisoned blow, especially in the chaotic scene of a group fight. Just that alone could take down many powerful enemies.

Circumstances dictate my actions. To return alive from Solancia, I had no choice but to fawn over that kid from the future, only to be met with a resounding rebuff.

"What? You're saying you're running away?"

Upon learning this from the sign language interpreter, I was furious, cursing that ninjas were all bad. If it weren't for Yu Ni and Yu Hong saving my life, and A Xue's meticulous care, this brat would have been dead long ago. Now that we're in danger, instead of sharing our burdens, he's packing his bags to run away?

"I'm originally from the East Blue. Now that I'm home, why should I keep running around? A few people want to go to Solancia to cause trouble? Do you think you're Famit or Charlotte? If you want to die, then go die yourself. Don't drag others down with you."

Future used sign language, making the translator awkwardly translate his words. Before they could finish speaking, this kid gave me the middle finger, then, carrying his bag, broke through the window and jumped out, quickly disappearing from sight. I thought he was going to hide inside the ship, but I never expected him to go to such extremes, actually jumping into the sea from the deck. By the time people heard the noise and chased after him, he had already disappeared into the sea.

"...He just didn't want to go to Solancia, you wouldn't force him to go, so why jump into the sea? Ninjas aren't swimming champions, why are you in such a hurry to jump? Even if the East Blue really is his home, there's no need to be in such a hurry to go home, is there?"

Bai Lanxiong frowned as he spoke, but I could understand Future's thoughts. Bin Laden's methods are too ruthless. This five-colored sailboat is no less dangerous than a dragon's den or a tiger's lair. If we can leave as soon as possible, we should never linger here. Even jumping overboard to leave a moment earlier is better than dying here.

Therefore, I can only rely on myself, Yu Ni, and the leopard to deal with the current predicament. The odds of victory are low, but I've fought battles with even lower odds. The only thing I can do before leaving is to gather as much intelligence as possible to increase our chances of success.

"Osiris, the Doomsday War Dragon, is a monster, but not a monster. Strictly speaking, it's not a life form in the traditional sense, but an ancient machine god that surpasses even the Colossus,"

said Bladen. "When we unearthed its remains on the alien continent, we spent a long time researching it and developing a reconstruction technology. Only after the development was completed did we realize that this thing was too dangerous and couldn't be made casually, so we sealed all the data. Unexpectedly, it was stolen by a traitor. By the time we learned about this, Solancia had already obtained 90% of the research data."

It sounded incredible, but I still wanted to know more about this mechanical weapon.

"...Talking about size is meaningless. I don't know what size those elves will make the Doomsday Dragon, but according to estimates, the Doomsday Dragon has an overwhelming advantage in manipulating wind and electricity. It's currently unimaginable what kind of attacks it can launch."

"If a certain special condition is met, the Doomsday Dragon has a strong self-healing ability. Its damaged body can be repaired in a very short time, making it almost immortal." "

The most troublesome point is that the Doomsday Dragon seems to have special potential in terms of dimensions and space. We haven't fully researched this yet, so we can't give you a specific answer. However, this information should be enough. Have you gained any insights?"

I'm not a very smart person, but after hearing this, even the dumbest person would know that my only chance is to destroy the Doomsday Dragon before Solancia is completed. If I wait until the Doomsday Dragon becomes active, the consequence will be certain death, with no chance of survival.

"My men will take you ashore, then secretly transport you to Solancia as quickly as possible. The rest is up to you. Oh, right, as mentioned before, there's another piece of intelligence included, free of charge. Ishtar just announced that they've discovered substantial evidence corroborating Alibuda's earlier statement, proving you colluded with the Black Witch Goddess to overthrow Ishtar. Now that the Black Witch Goddess is dead, you're the head of the Black Dragon Society, and they even suspect you're the Black Dragon King."

"Oh, so you think highly of me? Should I laugh? The Black Dragon King position changes every day, and now it's my turn?"

I can understand Ishtar's actions. Since everyone's turned against me, they'll use every method to bring me down. This level of framing is nothing. Those who believe will believe, and those who don't will not. The scandals and infamy I already carry are more than enough.

"And..."

"What else? Surely you're not saying the Black Dragon King is my father, or that I'm the Black Dragon King's father?"

In my current mood, I don't care about any of the latest intelligence outside, but this is an exception to what Bin Laden brought up.

"Latest news from Ishtar: Li Huamei has signed a military contract with Ishtar, and the two sides have officially begun cooperation."

Ishtar promised Li Huamei that it would provide military assistance to the resistance, not only supporting her in organizing a formal government but also giving her substantial military and technical support, allowing her ragtag army to be truly strengthened.

"For military support, there's no more suitable ally than Ishtar. While the distance isn't ideal, over 90% of the weapons and technology the resistance received from the Black Dragon Society are based on dark magic. Ishtar can provide guidance and cooperation. Other forces would demand the destruction of these inhumane weapons, and Li Huamei wouldn't be so foolish."

Whitehead shook his head. "As for economic and political support, Li Huamei will seek cooperation with the Golden Flower Federation and the Cihang Jingdian. Anyway, this is an era of international alliances; she can easily fish in troubled waters. Or rather… this Golden Admiral has Master Xinchan and Speaker Leng completely under her thumb."

I had to admire Whitehead's foresight once again; he truly saw his enemy accurately. Master Xinchan and Yueying were undoubtedly my strong supporters. If something happened to me, they would definitely do their best to save me, but to say they would risk everything to avenge me was a foolish statement even I didn't believe.

In the Battle of Baghdad, Li Huamei acted ruthlessly, but to be honest, the only group she truly brought to an irreversible state was the orcs. She maintained a degree of tact with the Winged Clan and the Golden Finch Federation, leaving room for future cooperation. It seems absurd, but that's reality. Neither Master Xin Chan nor Yue Ying would prioritize personal likes over the bigger picture. Therefore… if Li Huamei handles things well, she can still thrive among the nations.

My mood wasn't good, and my expression seemed rather gloomy. Bai Laden smiled and said, “Your woman is quite capable, but too shrewd. Sooner or later, she'll taste the bitterness of being too clever for her own good…”

“Will she? Her shrewdness is her skill. Talking about it here makes us look like defeated dogs barking in the street—it's too ugly…”

“She definitely will. I've dealt with women like that before. Everyone was too clever, and in the end, things got out of control, and we all regretted it.”

"Hmph, that's your experience. Li Huamei is different. She's too strong-willed; once she's done something, she won't regret it... Uh, why am I telling you this? What does your womanizing history have to do with me?"

I found it absurd, but Bladen had a different perspective: "Learning from others can be beneficial. There's nothing new under the sun; the same things always repeat themselves. According to intelligence, Li Huamei has gained a lot in Ishtar and should be very happy. However, my subordinates report that Li Huamei has been absent-minded and depressed lately. Even when negotiating cooperation agreements with Ishtar, she was distracted, seemingly like a walking corpse. Hmm, telling you this, don't you feel proud?"

"...Should I be proud?"

To be honest, hearing how deeply Li Huamei was affected, I couldn't help but feel something. But even knowing she cared about me, so what? What could I change?

So, in the end, all I could do was smile bitterly…

“Admiral Li is a powerful figure of our time, so she has enemies all over the world. Many people are waiting to take advantage of her illness and kill her. For example, on this ship right now, there are many people who want to take her life. Her current condition is very dangerous. Aren’t you worried?”

“What can I do if I’m worried? Besides, as you said, she is a powerful figure of our time. Even if she is sick and weak, she is not so easy to deal with. For example, on this ship right now, although many people want to take her life, if they really make a move, it’s hard to say who will die.”

I don’t know if what I said counts as a warning, but after hearing this, Bin Laden just shrugged and smiled without making a comment. I also thought of a question and asked him if the mysterious woman who confronted Li Huamei was one of his subordinates? Did he have any clues?

"The mysterious woman confronting Li Huamei? I know nothing about that. What's the situation?"

After clarifying the situation with me, Bai Laden shook his head and said, "It's a pity. I also wish I had such subordinates, but... if it were possible to recruit the strongest subordinates at will, then Li Huamei and her group wouldn't be able to dominate the land."

Judging from these statements, Bai Laden should be unrelated to this matter, and the identity of the mysterious woman became a mystery once again.

After ending my meeting with Bai Laden, before leaving, I didn't forget to meet with an important person. Personally, I didn't want to see the Heart Sword Goddess, but if I needed to ask questions about the Cihang Jingdian, no one else could answer them except her.

"Nun, I'd like to ask, does the Cihang Jingdian have a special method for preserving chastity that can close the vulva and prevent... well, you know what I'm asking? Tell me, how can this kind of virginity be broken?"

Neither of us are exactly friendly, so I decided there was no need to beat around the bush and directly asked how to break Ah Xue's chastity-preserving technique. Even my tone became unrestrained, and the Nun didn't seem to mind, answering directly.

"Amitabha, this matter is neither difficult nor easy. There are three possible methods. The first method is relatively simple, which is to use a tool, but in practice, it lacks a sense of accomplishment."

The tool the Nun referred to was a blessed magic wand. Simply inserting that wand into a woman's vulva would break her chastity-preserving technique, making the vulva no longer tightly closed. As for the lack of accomplishment, it's because in this way, it becomes that the magic wand breaks the virginity, and we can only continue afterward, lacking the sense of accomplishment of pioneering.

"This method isn't ideal. What's the second method? Tell me the second method."

The second method is the most formal: the woman herself must activate a spell to break her chastity-preserving technique. The one who tied the knot must untie it; the way it was sealed is the way to undo it—this is the most reasonable method.

However, this method has its difficulties. This chastity-preserving technique is a product of the fusion of magic and martial arts. In other words, unless a woman practices light magic, she cannot activate it. Logically, when Ah Xue's magic power reverted to pure energy, the chastity-preserving technique should have collapsed on its own. But for some unknown reason, it has been preserved and continues to operate on its own.

If Ah Xue were to break the seal herself, it would be simple: she could relearn the chastity-preserving technique and then release it herself. However, Ah Xue has been transformed into a dark mage. How could she possibly relearn light magic? Moreover, given her current physical condition, doing such a thing could easily turn her into a human bomb—the risk is too high, there's no room for discussion.

"...Heavens are really not cooperating. Fine, tell me one last method. I refuse to believe that every method will fail."

"Amitabha, the success rate of the last method is quite high. As long as you spend some time practicing our sect's secret technique, an external martial art derived from the Golden Bell Cover, the Arhat's Heaven-Supporting Skill, it will strengthen your male organ. When you train your male organ to be as strong as iron and steel, unbreakable, you can rely on force to enter and easily take your virginity."

The Heart Sword Nun said solemnly, "At that time, the Virginity-Preserving Skill will not only not stop you, but will also make the woman's jade gate tight and powerful, making you feel like you are in heaven and death, wonderful beyond words... Excellent, excellent." "

Excellent my ass! Which pervert developed this kind of rape martial art? Are you really a charitable religious organization? This is even more evil than the Black Dragon Society!" Despite my cursing, I still had to do the important thing. What I was most worried about was whether this Arhat's Heaven-Supporting Skill would take hundreds of years to practice.

"May Buddha have mercy. It won't take a hundred years or so. With your aptitude, you should achieve some success in about three to five years. However, during the practice of the Arhat's Heavenly Ascent Technique, one must abstain from alcohol and sex, and maintain a stable and uninterrupted essence. To put it bluntly, one must not have sexual intercourse." "

I might die in Solancia this month, and you want me to practice for three to five years before I can regain my virginity? And you want me to abstain from women for three to five years? How can you say such inhumane things?" "

Well said, well said. This humble nun and you are kindred spirits, and I really don't want to make things so difficult for you. Unfortunately, the Arhat's Heavenly Ascent Technique is a path of true cultivation, which must be firmly established and cannot be rushed. So... I am unable to help you."

Judging from the tone of the Heart Sword Nun, it would be impossible to practice for less than three to five years. If it weren't for the fact that my life was in danger at any moment, practicing for three to five years would be a solution. But now it's absolutely impossible. If I can't have sex with Ah Xue before I die, I will die with regrets.

"No, the second and third methods are too ridiculous. In this urgent situation, we must act expediently. Although the first method is less satisfying, it's still feasible. Anyway, the stick is mine now, and it can be considered as using my stick to help her lose her virginity. No one else benefits. Let's use this method."

Seeing my decision, the Heart Sword Nun chanted a Buddhist prayer, shook her head, and sighed.

"But... you are obsessed with losing her virginity, without considering the woman's body and mind. Such an approach is undoubtedly objectifying and insulting women, and has already entered the demonic path. I hope you will reconsider."

"I... I mean, Nun, are you crazy or feverish? How could you say such a thing?" I

originally wanted to say, "How dare you, a monster, say such a thing to me," but I was afraid that if I went too far, she might get angry, so I restrained myself a bit in my rhetoric.

"Oh, nothing special. I just saw my junior sister Yu Hong talking about it so enthusiastically, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to say something similar. If you don't like it, I can say something else, it doesn't matter."

Xin Jian Shen Ni shrugged, her attitude very nonchalant, but if Yu Hong heard these words, she would probably be so angry she'd bleed from all seven orifices.

I asked Xin Jian Shen Ni how to make a magic wand, and she immediately showed a smug expression, saying that the latter two methods were passed down from her predecessors, but the first method was her own creation. No one else knew how to make a magic wand except for her, and she had already been making one privately for the past few days to make things easier for me.

"If you die before you can have her, you'll die with regrets. I know that very well, so I've already prepared for you."

"Oh, nun, you're practically here to save all living beings. You're so kind to me. I want to call you my godbrother... no, I mean godsister."

Taking advantage of the situation, this is my specialty. The Heart Sword Nun took out a short wooden stick about the thickness of an index finger, covered with densely engraved incantations. I could feel the extraordinary magic contained within it. This must be a magic wand.

"Nun, can this magic wand break the chastity barrier?"

"That's right. Just insert this magic wand and thrust it in and out a hundred times, and the chastity barrier will be completely broken. However... there's a small technical problem."

"A problem again? Are you kidding me? Fine, go ahead and tell me, I'm listening." "

During the actual production, I discovered that the size and energy required for the magic wand are closely related to the woman's strength. For example, if it's a young nun who has only practiced the chastity barrier for half a year and is at the first level of cultivation, this short wand will suffice. But if it's a woman who has practiced for a long time and is strong, then the wand needs to be made thicker and larger to be able to open her vagina. So..."

Listening to the Nun's subtle words, I suddenly understood what she was implying, and a very bad thought popped into my head.

"Wait, you don't mean... something's wrong. If the other person has practiced the chastity-preserving technique for over ten years and has a seventh-level cultivation, how big of a rod would they need?"

I asked, my voice trembling. The Heart Sword Nun remained silent, her expression solemn. She pulled out a massive rod, thicker than an adult man's thigh, from under the coffee table beside her. It was also covered in incantations, constantly radiating powerful magic. I could clearly feel the extraordinary pressure emanating from that rod.

However...

"Nun, this rod... how are we supposed to use it?"

"Just... use it as you imagine. It'll be a good test of the human body's elasticity."

Elasticity? That rod was thicker than my head. If I shoved such a rod in and thrust in and out a hundred times, even if the woman wasn't dead yet, I was afraid I wouldn't find a place to continue.

None of the three methods worked. I was lost and confused until a hand patted my shoulder, offering warmth and encouragement.

"Actually, you don't need to be so discouraged. We can make thorough preparations and find professionals. If the initiation fails, we can directly refine the remains into a beautiful corpse prostitute. That way, no matter what you do in the future, you won't have to worry about hurting anyone." "

...Goddess, besides refining corpse prostitutes, could you have a... more compassionate alternative?"

"...Or, we can also make good use of this giant rod. I'll use it to penetrate you first, and then you... um, good, good."

"..."

◆ Chapter 5: Goddess of Sex. Respect from a Prodigal Man "One who

stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." This is an eternal truth. The Five-Colored Sailboat is far too dangerous a place, full of demons and monsters. If I stay any longer, I might really pick up bad habits and end up penetrating each other with those birdmen using giant rods.

Not long ago, when discussing three solutions with the Heart Sword Nun, her final proposal was changed because my expression was too unpleasant.

"Just kidding, just a joke. I am one of the strongest in the world, how could I play perverted games with a junior like you? It's just a joke, you didn't take it seriously, did you?"

"No. I also believe it's just a game."

That's what I said, but I didn't believe it at all. Some jokes become reality if you make them too often. For safety's sake, I decided to leave as soon as possible. After all, even the future knows to run away early, I have no reason to stay here. One morning, I woke up to find my buttocks were bruised and battered.

When I left the five-colored sailboat, not many people saw me off. After all, I was going on a secret mission. If I had a large group of people accompanying me, with gongs and drums, it would have been a very absurd thing.

Mao Yan'an, wounded in the chest and wrapped in several layers of bandages, groaned incessantly, but still managed to get up and see me off. Bai Lanxiong and Katrina each gave me a hug, praying that I could complete my mission safely and escape unscathed.

Everyone was a survivor, and didn't have much to offer as parting gifts, except for Bin Laden, who, as the host, actually gave me a very substantial gift.

"...My lord, may I ask what this is?"

"This is your little fox. Weren't you planning to take her with you? I've brought her here for you. You haven't changed your mind, have you?" "

I haven't changed my mind, but...excuse me, what is this thing containing Ah Xue?"

"This is a wooden box, hahaha, a big black wooden box. Why ask about something so obvious? The material is sturdy and durable, difficult to break with ordinary attacks; it's the best protection."

"The material is indeed wood, but this wooden box...the decoration is too good! Gold-trimmed corners, fine mahogany, and a cross on the front...damn, grab anyone and ask them if this counts as a wooden box!"

I snapped, "A coffin is a coffin! What kind of weird wooden box is this? And you know I'm going on a dangerous mission, yet you still send me a coffin? Did you never intend for me to come back alive?"

"Ha, how could that be? We're all in the same boat now, sharing both good and bad. If you die, all my investment in you will be for nothing. Don't worry, I genuinely support you in completing your mission."

Blair's expression was sincere, but it was hardly believable. I accepted his parting gift with a wry smile and had Yu Ni help carry the coffin away.

The coffin was quite heavy, but Blair wasn't just giving me a cheap, shabby coffin as a joke. As I touched the coffin lid, I discovered that the entire coffin was sealed with at least forty layers of barriers. Unless there was a correct solution, forcibly opening or destroying the coffin would be no easy task. In that sense, Blair had indeed given me a good gift.

"Don't be too happy yet. This coffin is useful, and you can even be put in it if necessary, but if the purpose is preservation, it can't be guaranteed to last long. It needs to be sent out immediately and handled by professionals."

Blair's words weren't very clear, but simply put, Ah Xue's energy balance was still unreliable. Currently, Blair and Heart Sword Nun were working together to suppress it, but once she left the ship, the balance of light and dark energy could be broken at any time due to instability. He said he would try to handle it before, and I thought the problem was solved, but now it seems we still need "professionals."

"Take a fast boat, get some sleep, and you'll be in Alibuda in a few hours. After you disembark, a professional will contact you. You'll stay a while to finish preserving the contents of the coffin, and then you can continue your journey as soon as possible."

"Since there's a professional, why not just call her onto the boat? It could have been done in the last few days."

"Professionals are arrogant. Do you think you can just call them whenever you want? This person is hard to find. I wasn't even sure I could find her. I only managed to get her here by chance because I learned she was traveling in Alibuda. She's an authority on these kinds of difficult cases; you're lucky."

She spoke with absolute certainty, and the professional seemed to be someone even Bin Laden respected. Her expression turned strange when she mentioned that person. At first, I didn't quite understand, but after a moment's thought, it dawned on me.

Bin Laden was probably afraid I'd steal a bunch of important items and run away, so he imposed a restriction on me, making sure I obediently disembarked by boat, at least so I wouldn't run away during the journey. The explanation seemed reasonable at first glance, but upon closer examination, it felt inappropriate. Given Bin Laden's ruthless nature, he wouldn't resort to such petty tricks. So... what was the reason for his strange expression?

Finally, Yu Ni, Violet, and I, along with the beast, left the five-colored sailboat. Ah Xue also accompanied us, but she was placed in a coffin. Thanks to the coffin's special seal, her condition wouldn't deteriorate, and she didn't have any problems with eating, drinking, or relieving herself.

We planned to take a speedboat to Alibuda first, and then head full speed to Solancia. Besides us, Bin Laden's men, and another guest on board was Charlotte, the female reporter who was also traveling.

The speedboat hoisted its black sails and sped across the sea. I briefly examined the ship's structure and discovered that it didn't rely on sails for propulsion, but was purely mechanically powered. This technology was extremely rare, and it surprised me at first glance, but compared to Bin Laden's other methods, it wasn't particularly astonishing, so I wasn't too surprised.

It took some time to adjust Yu Ni's mental state. It was done perfectly, but I wasn't in a good mood. I increasingly felt that this kind of work was like putting makeup on a dead person; no matter how well or perfectly it was done, it still felt gloomy. Yet, I couldn't stop doing it, which was really frustrating.

(Actually, I was doing a good deed, so it's really unfair to be treated like a bad guy...)

I hate feeling unhappy, so every time I do adjustment work, I try my best to make myself comfortable and find some enjoyment.

I once heard of an alchemist who, while forging things, would enjoy a cool breeze, eat cold drinks and ice cream, feeling incredibly comfortable. Such a sage is truly my idol. The only thing I can do is to imitate him a little and enjoy a different kind of pleasure while working.

The most time-consuming part of adjusting Yu Ni was writing the incantations. Because of Yu Ni's condition, each time I wrote them, there would be different details to improve upon the shortcomings of the previous version, which was quite tiring. As usual, every time I was concentrating on organizing the incantations on the table and rewriting them, I would have Yu Ni lie under the table and perform oral rituals for me.

"Huff huff huff..."

With her mouth full, Yu Ni couldn't speak, only making these sounds as she focused intently on my penis. She then reached her slender hand down to my crotch, gently stroking my erect penis, her fingers repeatedly encircling it.

I felt her stroking and rubbing my foreskin, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my glans. My penis grew harder and harder, as solid as an iron rod, my glans enormous, swollen and round, like a small ping-pong ball.

It felt amazing, but something was missing. After thinking about it, I realized it was because Yu Ni wasn't responding well. While her movements were skilled, she was like a blowjob machine, lacking the sounds and expressions of a typical woman performing oral sex, making the experience feel very different.

However, on the other hand, when it comes to enjoying a girl's pleasure, it's crucial to use the right approach. As long as you know the tricks, even a mechanical approach can be incredibly enjoyable. Yu Ni's movements were stiff, but that's precisely why she became so skilled. She repeatedly performed the same actions; most girls would have stopped long ago, exhausted, but Yu Ni's movements remained consistent, even her expression unchanged, continuing her oral service.

Yu Ni lowered her head, gently taking my penis into her lips, her tongue slowly scraping the glans. A wave of pleasure immediately surged up; my penis, enveloped in a warm, moist place, swelled even larger and thicker.

Moreover, Yu Ni wasn't just maintaining a "mechanical" state. As my adjustments gradually came to fruition, a sparkle appeared in Yu Ni's eyes, revealing feminine desire. At this moment, her face flushed, her eyes glazed over, and she looked at me alluringly.

The transition from dazedness to lustful frenzy was truly captivating. Watching it, I couldn't help but feel my blood boil and become extremely excited. Yu Ni noticed my reaction and began to tease me with her incredibly sexy little mouth, each time with such force and depth.

"...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm..."

Yu Ni's moans stimulated me, and I unconsciously moved my lower body, teasing her even more vigorously, even pushing my penis deep into her throat time and time again.

This kind of deep throat oral sex is not comfortable for women; it can even cause nausea. Back then, Ah Xue practiced reluctantly at my request and it took her a long time to master it, but Yu Ni, because of the mechanical movements, didn't feel anything and actually learned this oral technique on her first try.

Not only that, while Yu Ni was sucking, her tender hands grabbed my buttocks and groaned all over, finally tightly hugging my hips and pulling my face towards hers, emitting waves of moans that made my soul tremble.

In this moving situation, I had to restrain myself to avoid ejaculating immediately. It was only after she had been performing oral sex on me for over ten minutes that I finished reshaping Yu Ni's spirit.

"What do you want this time?"

With the entire setup complete, Yu Ni regained her energy, radiant and flushed, looking incredibly charming. I gestured, and she pushed the desk aside, pulled down her pants, revealing a pair of long, white legs. She casually struck a few poses, the graceful curves of her legs and hips almost taking my breath away.

"...So beautiful, your legs are still so beautiful."

"Heh, my legs are more than just beautiful."

Yu Ni smiled charmingly, her handsome blond hair and face instantly overlapping with another identical face. I was startled, almost mistaking it for Yu Hong standing in front of me. Before I could say anything, Yu Ni straddled me, slightly adjusting her position, her snowy buttocks swaying as she sat down steadily. Her moist flower garden immediately swallowed my penis.

Compared to the other women around me, Yu Ni's vagina wasn't particularly special, nor was it considered a "famous" vagina. However, she knew how to use her advantages. As she straddled me, she wrapped her long, beautiful legs around my waist, tightly entangling me, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper and deeper into her body, truly proving her claim that "legs are not just beautiful."

I sat on the large wooden chair, holding Yu Ni's soft, fragrant body, thrusting my lower body forward, my penis fully inserted into Yu Ni's flower valley.

Yu Ni moaned with pleasure, her beautiful head held high, her legs tensing, hot, clear love juice dripping from her tight labia. Feeling ashamed of her appearance, she released her grip on my neck, displaying an astonishing sense of balance, seemingly unafraid of falling off me as I thrust rapidly. She clung to me like an octopus,

her long, snow-white, incredibly beautiful legs tightly wrapped around my lower back, her face, redder than a tomato, buried deep in my chest, panting heavily.

Seeing that Yu Ni was indeed clinging tightly enough and wouldn't easily fall off, I stood up, deciding to play it a little harder, letting her wrap her legs around my waist. I cupped her beautiful buttocks in my hands and started walking around the room, making love as we went.

As I walked briskly, sometimes deliberately jumping onto the table and then back down, the violent movements of the swaying motion caused my penis to slam hard into the depths of Yu Ni's flower core. My penis pushed aside the contracting, tightly clenched vaginal walls, squeezing her smooth, tight passage. A strong feeling of fullness made us both groan in unison. Under the intense pleasure, her slippery, wet vagina also convulsed in waves!

"Hey, pretty girl, isn't it more fun to do this to you?"

Knowing that these conversations were meaningless, I still asked, while gently patting her round, perky hemispherical buttocks. At the same time, I thrust my hips hard, slamming hard into Yu Ni's vagina with each stroke. Each impact filled the girl's vagina, and her delicate, tight body was being plowed by me.

"That was so good! You... what's wrong with you today? Why are you so excited? Even making a train bento?"

Yu Ni gasped, her body drenched in sweat, calling out the name of our current position. I chuckled, lifted her delicate chin, gazed into her bright eyes, and kissed her lips.

Our lips met tightly, my lower body still erect, driven by desire, I gradually increased the pace, thrusting wildly.

The hard, fleshy stem moved in and out of her flower path, turning the girl's snow-white skin pink. Her exquisite body swayed with each thrust, her lower orifice opening and closing like a carp's mouth, a gush of love juice lubricating the stem. The viscous fluid made my thrusts even more intense. A wanton expression of shame mixed with pleasure appeared on Yu Ni's face. Slight pain mixed with intense pleasure came in waves, and her tightly closed lips opened uncontrollably, emitting shameful moans.

Yu Ni swayed and coiled around me, her buttocks held in my hands. Each time she arched her back and raised it high, mischievously refusing to sit down completely, her beautiful orifice skimming the water like a dragonfly, almost releasing her clitoris. That feeling of my heart leaping into my throat was truly stimulating; after a few times, I almost had a nosebleed.

While the feeling was stimulating, it wasn't quite the same as the fulfilling sensation I preferred. After a few times, I tightly embraced Yu Ni's slender waist, forcefully parting her pink labia and occupying her entire vaginal canal, thrusting deep inside in one go.

"Ah..."

Yu Ni arched her back, letting out a soft moan of extreme pleasure, her shapely and alluring buttocks beginning to sway.

"Yu Ni, you're such a cool girl, go harder!"

I said, gently patting Yu Ni's buttocks twice.

"Mmm..."

Yu Ni, exhausted, had to use all her strength to move her hips. The unbearable tingling and numbness in her vagina made her involuntarily let out a soft moan, which sounded beautiful. If there was any flaw, it was that she kept clutching her chest.

"Hey, don't always clutch your chest, there's nothing to hide there, why bother covering it up?" Knowing the physical characteristics of Feather Clan women, I teased.

"Ugh, I only covered it up because I was embarrassed, why do you have to bring that up?"

"Why bother? Big breasts have their advantages, and small breasts have their own charm."

I suddenly reached out, pulled Yu Ni's hands apart, and began to gently knead her breasts, massaging them from bottom to top. Although they weren't big, they felt smooth and tender, quite different from the large breasts of voluptuous women.

"How about that, do you understand now? There really is a mystery to how God created people."

"Stop talking nonsense, at times like this, just go for it."

After being teased like this for a while, Yu Ni seemed to have exhausted her energy, and her movements became slower and slower.

I sat down on the wooden chair, pulled Yu Ni into my arms, supported her snowy buttocks, and began to thrust up and down forcefully.

Unconsciously, the beautiful Yu Ni in my arms began to cooperate. I used all my skills to tease her, sometimes licking her small ears, sometimes blowing on them, sometimes patting her fragrant buttocks to arouse her desire. My hands roamed over the girl's smooth, satin-like skin, stimulating every sensitive spot on her body, while my penis churned violently inside her alluring vagina.

Yu Ni's delicate body trembled incessantly, and her love juices gushed out in streams. Each time I withdrew my penis, it was as if a floodgate had been opened, and her juices flowed out, soaking the wooden chair beneath us. Yu Ni's beautiful eyes were slightly open, her soft hands gently caressing my chest. Her hazy, pretty eyes searched aimlessly over my body, filled with awe and submission to her conqueror.

I thrust my tongue into her mouth, greedily sucking on her small, fragrant tongue. Perhaps to avoid losing myself in my intense thrusting, Yu Ni's nails dug deep into my back muscles, leaving claw marks. I roughly pinned her hands above her head, while she screamed and moaned, completely lost in her own world, creating a beautiful melody like heavenly music. From

beginning to end, the perfect intercourse was an art form, but at the very moment of climax, I ejaculated my semen without reservation, spraying it deep into Yu Ni's vagina. As Yu Ni, as if in ecstasy, swayed her golden hair and let out a beautiful cry, I suddenly... had a strange feeling.

Actually, it wasn't that strange; it was just that the identical twin sisters' expressions and voices overlapped once again.

Yu Ni and Yu Hong have different personalities, and their expressions and voices are usually different, making them easy to distinguish. But at the moment of climax, the two sisters' cries of pleasure were almost identical, so for a moment, I was startled by the feeling of mistaking Yu Hong for Yu Hong.

Yu Ni didn't notice my shock. In fact, she hadn't mentioned Yu Hong's name once, as if her sister had never existed.

If Yu Ni still possessed a normal mind, Yu Hong's actions, coupled with the sisters' shared feelings, would surely have caused an even greater disaster. But now… her twin sister was missing, yet she showed no reaction whatsoever. After her climax, she lay on top of me, her smooth, white buttocks raised, and lazily fell asleep, completely untouched by her sister's resentment and pain.

All of this… seemed so unreal.

All of this... made me realize very clearly that the beautiful winged girl who had just been so responsive and passionate with me was nothing more than an empty shell.

All of this... truly left me feeling incredibly empty.

Taking advantage of the dark and windy night, when no one was watching, I quietly slipped onto the deck of the speedboat, wanting to try something before the ship completely left the East Sea.

Yu Hong had fallen into the East Sea and disappeared. Although I didn't think it was such a coincidence that the giant dragon was patrolling nearby and had taken Yu Hong away, in any case, this area of the sea should be under Wu Tenglan's surveillance. It would always be good to ask her if anything came up.

Summoning Wu Tenglan wouldn't have been difficult before, because the entire East Sea was under her surveillance. As long as I shouted towards the sea, she would definitely hear me, and then she would either appear in person or respond in a dream. Conversely, this also meant I had no more effective means of communication. Whether or not she would respond to my call depended on Muto Ran's choice. Even if she didn't want to see me, I couldn't force her out.

As a result, the terrible situation I had anticipated occurred.

"Muto Ran~~ Muto Ran~~ Come out, I have something to ask you~~ Muto Ran~~"

I stood on the deck and shouted at the dark sea. At first, my voice wasn't loud, but later it became a shout at the top of my lungs, alarming the people on the ship. Bin Laden's men came out one after another, watching me from a distance and discussing among themselves.

"Who is Muto Ran?"

"I'm not sure, but I once heard a rumor from the East Sea, something like... 'If you haven't met Muto Ran, you've wasted your life trying to be a master of lust...' She must be a very remarkable person."

"So arrogant? Then why is this person shouting her name here?" "

You don't know this, but in my hometown, many men, when sexually frustrated at night, will go to their balconies, face the moon, and shout Muto Ran's name." "That's amazing? When men in my hometown are sexually frustrated, they just go to their balconies, eat bananas, and masturbate."

"...Where is your hometown?"

Hearing these people talking put me in a very awkward situation, but for the sake of the situation, I had no choice but to let go of all my inhibitions and shout at the top of my lungs.

Perhaps because I shouted so enthusiastically, it caused a misunderstanding, leading those present to believe I was summoning a goddess of love, and that once summoned, every man present would receive unparalleled sexual pleasure once or for a period of time. Under this beautiful misunderstanding, most of the men on the ship rushed out, leaning on the deck railings and shouting at the sea.

"Wufenglan, come out!"

"Wufenglan~~ Come out quickly, we love you!"

"Great goddess Wufenglan, please appear before your thirsty followers! We will offer sacrifices and beg you to grant us a supreme and perfect sexual experience!"

"Goddess of love, I'll fuck you!"

For a moment, from bow to stern, thirsty shouts rose and fell, the air thick with lust, leaving me, the instigator, dumbfounded, unsure how to end this. Although there weren't many people present at the moment, and not many knew about this, what was happening was a very shameful scene in the history of the East China Sea. Through this incident, I also understood a very important truth: whether law-abiding citizens or terrorists, there are far too many thirsty and resentful men in this world who need to be saved.

However, despite everyone's desperate cries, the great goddess Mutolan ultimately did not appear.

Clearly, Mutolan was unwilling to answer my call. This might be because I wasn't important enough, or perhaps because I had lost my usefulness; this cunning woman simply didn't want to bother with me.

The purpose of the Sea God's Palace was to resolve the ghost ship incident. Now that the ghost ship incident has been completely resolved, and even the century-old feud between Famit and Charlotte has been settled, there is no longer any need for the Sea God's Palace to continue existing.

(The true form of the Giant Dragon is half a ghost ship composed of millions of vengeful spirits, but Famit left in a ghost ship during the battle outside Baghdad. Could it be that the Sea God's Palace has completely disappeared?)

I thought this, but then something felt off. When Ah Xue parted the sea and we escaped from Ishtar, the Giant Dragon and the Evil Lotus appeared to support us, indicating that the Sea God's Palace was still operating. Famit left half the ghost ship behind to continue patrolling the East Sea.

So, why didn't Mudou Ran respond to me? I have so many questions I want to ask her, and only she, who has been silently watching the East Sea, can give me the answers.

Besides that, there's another person I want to summon, but this should be much easier. At least I don't need to run to the sea and shout; I can just make a wish and speak in my room. That person is the little devil Phoenix.

However, this seemingly effortless task also failed. In a secluded spot, I summoned Phoenix several times, but she, who would usually appear immediately, remained unresponsive this time. No matter how I called, she didn't appear.

Strictly speaking, Phoenix was my creditor, and I should be overjoyed that she had mysteriously disappeared. However, the ominous dream I had left me feeling terrible, as if something bad was about to happen. In the past, no matter what difficulties I faced, Phoenix was always my secret trump card. If there was anything I couldn't solve, I would risk making a wish, essentially handing the problem over to her. Now that she had suddenly vanished, I felt an emptiness in my chest, a deep unease.

Anyway, during the several hours of the journey, I hadn't received any assistance. Later, remembering another troublesome person I needed to deal with, I left my cabin to visit an old friend.

"Whoa! What are you doing!"

As soon as the door opened, a kitchen knife was thrust at my chest. I kicked the half-open door hard, and the whole door slammed back down, knocking Charlotte down behind it. The knife, which was halfway through the stab, naturally fell to the ground.

"Are you a mad dog? Biting everyone you see?" I sneered. "You think you can protect yourself with a kitchen knife? Why don't you go out and ask around? The reason these people haven't gang-raped you is because they're afraid you have a knife? Don't make me laugh."

"You...you

're with them?" "Me and them? Come on, even you don't believe that yourself. Is it so shameful that I saved you once? You can repay me later, right? Besides, I wouldn't want to rape you...I have to save some face for Sister Yueying."

After I finished speaking, seeing that Charlotte still looked doubtful, I added, "Don't you believe me? If I really wanted to sleep with you, I could have done it on the Five-Colored Sailboat. Why would I have to wait until now? You women are strange, always having paranoia. Hehe, do you think all the women in the world are dead, and I have to rape you?"

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