[The Devil's Law Fanfiction] (Part 3)

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Author: xiaoyanglaolang
Posted on the forum on 2015/7/3
Foreword
Well, it's been a long time since I've written anything. A couple of days ago, I saw
a fanfiction of *The Devil's Law* that I wrote a few years ago and which was reposted from Longtan Book Network in the Wuxia/Fantasy section. On a whim, I started writing a little bit every day in my spare time, and this is
the fanfiction about Vivian, the female protagonist of *The Devil's Law*.
My old ID on Longtan Book Network was laolangxiaoyang. *The Devil's Law: Ruolin*
was written by a friend on Longtan Book Network at the time. I just made some extensions and additions. I'm very grateful to that friend for providing
the ideas, but it's been so long that I don't quite remember that friend's ID anymore, so I'm really sorry.
*The Ancestral Home of Luo Lin* was entirely written by myself. I originally planned to update the Vivian and
Joanna chapters a month later, but then something unexpected happened at home, and I was busy running around, so I really didn't have the energy or time.
I'm really sorry to have disappointed many friends. Here, I especially want to thank a friend with the ID "Blackened Pure"
for their support.
As this is fan fiction, any content that infringes on the original author's rights will be immediately
deleted. I have no intention of criticizing the original work; rather, I
created this fan fiction because I found it interesting. I ask for the understanding of all fans of the original work. If anyone finds the content inappropriate
, this article will be deleted immediately.
Regarding Vivian's age, the original work clearly states that she is fourteen years old during the timeline of this story
(see Chapter 29: A Fourteen-Year-Old Level Eight Mage! Almost unheard of in
the history of mages!!). She is no longer fourteen. If
anyone provides evidence to refute this claim and proves Vivian is still fourteen, this article will be deleted immediately.
Regarding formatting, this article was written in Notepad with 35 characters per line. If there are any formatting issues, please
help me correct them.
The relevant chapters of the original work are chapters 19 to 31.
Links to the previous two fanfiction works related to "The Devil's Law" on this site:
[bbs]thread-4098198-1-2.html[/bbs]
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Main Character Introduction
: Dewey: The Dewey from the original work, but due to a different soul, is given the homophonic name Dewey to distinguish him.
He is the protagonist of this series, and believes in his destiny as the protagonist, so he does bad things at will.
Dewey: The male protagonist of the original work, Duke Tulip, the reincarnation of Aragon. He says he is not a good person, but he
is not particularly bad. However, he actually uses a honey trap, and a real honey trap at that. In a
novel that I used for entertainment and to relieve the pressure of studying, he actually made a beautiful woman sacrifice herself for someone she didn't like for the greater good of the country
to show the cruel and helpless reality of the time and the theme of "The Devil's Law". It really shocked me when I read
the book.
Vivian: A fourteen-year-old level eight archmage, the reincarnation of Lolita, Du Wei's wife, and teacher of the righteous white-robed
Gandalf. Although very intelligent, she is extremely naive and innocent. She is
the weapon the Goddess of Light uses against Du Wei.
Joanna: Vivian's older sister, the reincarnation of Messiah, Du Wei's wife, and teacher of the evil green-robed Gandalf.
Strong-willed, she is the complete opposite of Vivian. She is also the weapon the Goddess of Light uses against Du Wei.
Aragorn: A transmigrator, Du Wei's previous life, who founded the Roland Empire and was ultimately killed by his own wife.
Lolita: Aragorn's girlfriend, Messiah before her corruption.
Messiah: Aragorn's wife, Lolita after her corruption.
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Main Text
Solskjaer's laboratory is in the south. This is because his research leans towards fire magic. The climate
of the hot south obviously contains more fire elements in nature. Otherwise, going to the icy
north to study fire magic wasn't out of the question, but that would be somewhat asking for trouble.
Dewey made his decision and acted quickly. He didn't know if his fate would necessarily be
the same as "Dewey's," but judging from the current situation, although the details differed, the overall trajectory of his destiny hadn't
deviated.
He didn't know if deliberately doing something outrageous would
completely change his fate from what was designed in the novel, leading to a different ending. He didn't know, and didn't want to know. He only wanted to submit to fate
's choice, become the new protagonist of the novel, and collect all the beautiful women in this world, leaving none
behind.
Here, he felt a mysterious power supporting him; he felt like a god in this world
, giving him the confidence to do what he wanted, without any constraints.
At this moment, he, Dewey, was about to go to Half-Horn City to meet Dewey's two wives, Vivian and Joanna
, and make them his loyal bitches like Ruolin—it was all a choice of fate. (Author: Everything
is the author's choice)
He released Solskjaer from the dungeon, returned all his belongings, and even
paid for new clothes for him.
Dewey wasn't short of money. In the capital, he had long been prepared, concealing his identity and selling his meticulously
crafted aphrodisiacs and poisons on the black market to earn a fortune. He also used his network to collect other people's private information
and extort money, accumulating a considerable wealth for himself.
Therefore, he didn't need to worry about money like in the original story, although he knew that if he asked for money now,
the old butler certainly wouldn't refuse.
This trip was nominally to accompany Solskjaer to his laboratory in the south.
The old butler, who was distraught because Dewey had caught him red-handed, didn't object to Dewey's proposed journey; instead,
he seemed relieved.
Mad was still Dewey's steward, but this time she had ten more servants from the castle
to take care of him.
The accompanying cavalry squad was divided into two groups: one
led by Robert, the vice-captain of the castle guard and a regular fourth-rank knight; the other consisting of twenty knights who had come with Dewey. Of course, this also included Dewey's first
direct subordinate, our "female knight" Ruolin.
Ruolin, now mounted, sat calmly, her previous alluring demeanor gone. Aside from a faint
blush on her fair face, there was no trace of the rape, assault, and gang
rape she had suffered the previous night at the hands of multiple men.
At Dewey's suggestion, Ruolin changed into knight's attire, appearing much more dignified. She had
cut her hair shorter, tied a ribbon around her forehead, and groomed her eyebrows, reducing her femininity
but adding a touch of heroism. Although she was no longer wearing her usual short skirt, her full, beautiful legs were no longer exposed
. However, with a slender sword and a light knight's breastplate, she did indeed have a somewhat
knightly air.
But this didn't mean Dewey was finally treating Ruolin as a real knight. In Dewey's original
era, this was an adult game called role-playing, very popular with men. He wondered if he
could one day form an invincible female knightly order, utterly
defeating all "enemies" in bed.
Dewey toyed with the box in his hand, squinting at the knights he'd brought who had had intense sexual relations with Ruolin the day before. At
first glance, they looked serious, but Dewey had already noticed that they were constantly stealing
glances at Ruolin dressed as a knight, swallowing hard, their eyes occasionally flashing with a beastly light, as if
imagining the beautiful, fiery body beneath the armor, recalling her alluring moans and tight, hot vaginal
openings.
Dewey knew that if Robert and his guards weren't around, they would probably immediately pin Ruolin to
the ground, strip her of her armor, or even leave her in it and brutally
rape her in the most conquest-oriented positions, staining her body inside and out, along with the armor, a white, viscous color.
Traveling south from the castle, Robert dutifully completed his mission. Although Reed and
Robert's groups disliked each other, under Dewey's control, no major
conflicts arose. Dewey's immediate priority was to reach Half-Horn City and settle things with Vivian and Joanna.
During the journey, Dewey only occasionally enjoyed Ruolin's body alone; excessive indulgence
was bad for his health. He disregarded the feelings of his lustful men, always ensuring Ruolin
presented herself as a dignified and noble female knight, allowing them only to watch but not to act. Although these
knights were itching with desire, they were restrained by Dewey's authority and control, and could only vent their desires through their hands,
not even daring to visit prostitutes.
They knew that if they disobeyed Dewey, they might not see the sun rise the next day; if
there were truly demons in the world, this young master would certainly be one of them.
On the ninth day of their southward journey, the group arrived at a small town in the northeastern part of the Lille province in the southern part of the empire, Half-
Angle City.
It was a strange name, as the city was situated beside a valley shaped like a half-angle.
This small town was located on an important caravan route in the northeastern part of Lille province, and was therefore quite
prosperous. In this town, Dewey and his companions even spotted a group of about twenty mercenaries!
These mercenaries were escorting a caravan northward. They happened to be staying at the same inn as Dewey and his group.
At lunchtime, the local garrison commander, Knight Spen, and his men arrived on time, announcing that they needed men to hunt
down a magical beast that had been discovered the previous day on Half-Angle Mountain.
The monster event began, and Dewey smiled slightly; this was fate.
On Half-Horn Mountain, Dewey and Spencer encountered monsters just like in the novel.
Waves of fire rhinoceroses, storm wolves, and griffins charged, scattering the hunting party and eliciting screams
. But having read the original story, Dewey already knew what those monsters were. Although the scene
was horrific, he remained calm.
Ignoring the shouts of the knights beside him, he walked forward step by step, surveying his surroundings. Finally, he
stopped and then suddenly lunged to the side. Dewey's approach caused a small creature to let out a terrified
cry, but its movements were slow. As it rolled out of the grass and tried to run, Dewey's dagger
flew out swiftly, embedding itself in the ground in front of it. Dewey stepped on it...
All the magical beasts vanished, the world returned to normal, as if nothing had happened. Only then did everyone see
clearly that Dewey was standing on a small, squirrel-like creature.
Dewey had stepped on its tail, and the little creature struggled a few times, letting out a "squeak." It bared its teeth
at Dewey a few times, and suddenly a beam of light shot out from the sharp horn on its head, striking
Dewey...
However, because Dewey, like Dewey, did not originally belong to this world, this light, which could search for
fear in people's hearts and then kill with fear, but was limited to things of this world, was useless.
Then Solskjaer recognized that this was just a "Fear Phantom," its entire body made of extremely precious magical
materials, which greatly surprised everyone. In the brief moment of surprise, everyone saw
a flash of light in the distance, on the horizon —the very spot where the other group had fired their signal fire!
The light flew through the air and immediately struck them! A ball of emerald flame materialized on the ground
, and then a figure emerged from it!
Solskjaer explained that this was the advanced magic "Emerald Flame Teleportation," which startled everyone once again.
But Dewey's eyes were completely captivated by the figure emerging from the green flame.
This person was dressed in a standard mage's robe and a tall, pointed hat.
His robe was golden, with a golden shamrock emblem pinned to his chest. His slightly short stature
was completely enveloped in the golden robe, appearing incredibly regal in the setting sun. The magician's
face was also completely hidden by a pointed hat, even his face was obscured by a high collar;
not a single inch of skin was exposed.
"Who goes there!"
Dewey shouted as if acting out a script, and his knights immediately formed a
protective circle around him.
The magician didn't speak, but first raised his wide sleeves, then gently removed his pointed hat
, revealing his appearance.
Instantly, everyone was stunned!
"Yes, yes, no, no, no, I'm sorry..." The magician's voice was soft and melodious, even carrying a hint of
nervousness and timidity. Most importantly, this magician had a terrible stutter!
"I...I...I'm here to find it...it...it...it..." A slender finger rose, pointing directly at
the terrifying phantom in Dewey's hand.
This magician was not only soft-spoken, but she also had a delicate appearance. After pulling down her hat, this
high-ranking magician, wearing a golden shamrock badge, was actually a girl with a shy expression on her face
! Her round cheeks were flushed, as if she were embarrassed by the gazes of the crowd. Her nose
and mouth were small, but her eyes were large and bright; however, there was a hint of pleading in those beautiful eyes
.
"I'm so sorry... It...it's my teacher's precious pet! I...I'm here to find it and
take it back!" The more nervous she became, the more she stammered, her expression almost tearful
. "Can...can you give it back to me? I...I...I won't take
it back, my teacher will scold me!"
A magician, a high-level magician of level eight or above, a young girl who looked no more than eighteen
, a magician who spoke with shyness and nervousness, like a young lady from a wealthy family going out for the first time
.
Most importantly, she was a stutterer.
The people around couldn't help but widen their eyes, looking at this
girl whose face was flushed and whose pitiful eyes were almost brimming with tears. Everyone seemed to subconsciously put down their swords.
Ah, what a delicate and lovely, pitiful little beauty! Dewey looked at the girl before him, whose expression was timid like
a little rabbit, and smiled with satisfaction.
The young female mage was none other than Vivian Young, who had come to find the Fearful Illusion. She knew her escaped
"pet" had caused a great disaster and begged Dewey for forgiveness. Dewey, of course, wasn't so easily appeased. After some
haggling, besides a large amount of gifts, the poor girl agreed to teach Dewey six magical spells
as compensation, and had no choice but to accompany him back to Half-Horn City.
The group didn't enter the city but instead went to the local garrison's stronghold outside. This was a permanent
military fortress. The local garrison commander's residence was also located there. That evening,
Sir Spencer, eager to curry favor with the young master of the Rolin family, warmly invited everyone to a hearty meal. He even secretly decided to bring
out the garrison commander's treasured wine from the cellar. The soldiers, exhausted from a long afternoon, and the Rolin family guards
could finally rest. Here, everyone drank heartily, venting their frustrations from the afternoon's events.
Suddenly, at that moment, a deafening roar echoed outside the hall!
Under the clear night sky, a massive bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the heavens! The deafening
thunderclap instantly sobered everyone up!
Immediately afterward, a blinding flash of light appeared outside the hall! A streak of fire slashed down from the horizon, striking
the flagpole at the camp gate with deadly force! With a deafening boom, the flagpole was reduced to ashes!
As everyone stared in disbelief, a cold voice rang out from all directions!
The voice seemed to come from afar, yet it also seemed to be right beside them! It was the voice of an extremely cold
woman!
"Vivian! My dear sister, where are you going! Hand over the Fearful Illusion!"
The officers in the hall rushed out, the knights protecting Dewey behind them, and a silver shadow flew
over, instantly knocking away Knight Robert and standing in the center of the hall. This person was, of course, a
woman! Clearly, the same woman who had spoken outside earlier.
This woman, who called Vivian "sister," was exceptionally tall and strikingly beautiful. Her face
could rival any man's dream girl, though her red lips and eyes were slightly pale, giving her a
somewhat bloodless appearance. While her eyes were bright, their gaze was excessively cold.
She had long, snow-white hair, and her face seemed made of ice, carrying a hint of menace. Her eyebrows
were slightly raised, carrying a touch of mockery and derision.
She wore a peculiar white light armor with openwork patterns, and a long
white cloak trailing on the ground!
White light armor, white cloak—this woman with her exquisite and beautiful face seemed to have
emerged from ice and snow.
Moreover, her appearance bore a striking resemblance to Messer, over ninety percent.
The Ice Witch, Joanna, Vivian's fellow disciple, had now followed the footsteps of fate to find her.
The knights present were no match for Joanna. Under pressure, Vivian was forced to join
the battle. Both summoned legendary creatures—dragons—and shifted the battlefield to Half-Mountain. In the ensuing clash
, the entire Half-Mountain collapsed, transforming into a giant circular crater, one half filled with thick ice and the other with
hard sand.
Because of the significant magical expenditure on shifting the battleground, Vivian was no match for Joanna.
She fled on a fire dragon with Dewey, who was carrying the Fearful Phantom. During their escape, Dewey "accidentally" dropped the Fearful Phantom
, and the severely injured fire dragon, exhausted, crashed with the two of them onto an "island."
The immense impact knocked Dewey unconscious. When he awoke, he was in a forest. On one side lay
a giant dragon, its head severely injured and fast asleep. On the other side was Vivian, the kind little magician who had been fleeing with him
.
Dewey stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and completely ignored the sleeping dragon
. He walked straight to Vivian's side, knelt down, and, like a perverted pedophile, brazenly
examined every inch of the little girl's body.
Little Vivian lay on the ground, breathing evenly, seemingly unharmed, murmuring "Papa" and "
Mama," just like an ordinary fourteen-year-old girl. Her adorable sleeping appearance stirred a restless desire in Dewey
.
He slowly took Vivian's soft little hand, brought it to his nose, and inhaled the fresh, innocent scent of a virgin
. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. His gaze shifted to Vivian's chest. The female mage
's robe was slightly open at the collar, revealing her snow-white, translucent skin.
Dewey placed his other hand on her left breast, feeling the soft texture beneath the thin fabric
, and noticing a small bump in his palm. He gently circled the bump, and soon
it became more pronounced. An unnatural blush appeared on Vivian's face, and
she moaned softly in her sleep.
"Mmm... Ah..."
Dewey gradually increased the pressure, his hands simultaneously grasping Vivian's budding breasts through her clothes, kneading
and pressing them wantonly. Vivian's eyes were closed, her eyelids trembling slightly beneath her long eyelashes,
but she remained asleep, only letting out soft moans and occasional meaningless syllables as Dewey played with her.
Her face grew increasingly red, as if she were having a strange dream.
Seeing Vivian becoming somewhat aroused under his teasing, Dewey grew bolder.
He lifted the hem of Vivian's robe and slipped his hand inside. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on Dewey
's face. He pulled the robe down to Vivian's waist, revealing her completely naked lower body. Her shapely, long
legs were slightly parted, her snow-white genitals were hairless, and her delicate, pink genitals and small, exquisite
anus were exposed to the air without any cover.
He immediately slipped his hand inside Vivian's collar, his fingers brushing against her soft flesh. Dewey was
astonished to discover that Vivian was not only a virgin, but also that she wasn't wearing any underwear under her robe. This young
woman had been walking around in the crowd wearing only a mage's robe, completely naked!
Dewey felt a surge of excitement, a burning desire rising in his lower abdomen. He gazed
at Vivian's moist lips, unable to resist kissing her. Just then, Vivian finally opened her eyes groggily
. When she first saw Dewey's face so close to hers, she gasped in surprise, her body
immediately springing up. She gripped her collar tightly with her small hands, quickly
shrinking back, her large eyes wide as she stared at Dewey.
"W-what are you doing?"
Dewey was startled and was about to explain, but the female mage seemed oblivious to her own strange behavior
. She spotted the sleeping Crimson Flame Dragon not far away, jumped up, and rushed over, throwing herself
onto the dragon's claws. Large tears streamed down her face as she cried, "My blazing sun... my blazing
sun... the blazing sun my old teacher gave me!"
Vivian immediately tried to heal the dragon's wounds, but quickly discovered her magic was ineffective.
Already timid, she was terrified when she realized her only reliable magic was useless.
She couldn't utter a complete sentence, looking at Dewey with fear and
tears streaming down her face.
This situation was exactly what Dewey, the spoiler genius, had anticipated. If Vivian could use her magic fully,
Dewey wouldn't have dared to risk making any inappropriate advances on her while she was unconscious and asleep.
Seeing Vivian huddled to one side like a frightened rabbit, Dewey immediately pretended to know nothing
and approached her to inquire about the situation. Vivian, sobbing, honestly told Dewey about her magic malfunction
. In this desolate place, Dewey was the only person she could rely on.
Dewey comforted her for a few moments and suggested they walk around the area to see if they could find a
village. He helped Vivian up, taking the opportunity to grasp her soft, boneless hand and embrace her slender waist.
Although Vivian felt a little shy, having rarely left the house, she didn't find the action inappropriate.
She simply assumed Dewey was carefully supporting her to prevent her from falling and stammered a thank you.
This young girl, though an eighth-level mage, truly lacked any experience or common sense. Hearing
her sincere thanks, Dewey secretly chuckled and pressed himself even closer to Vivian's soft, delicate body,
secretly inhaling the fragrance of her long, black hair. After walking for a while, Dewey looked at 　　Vivian, who was trembling
with fear in the silent, eerie forest, clinging to him . Feeling the time was right, he suddenly cried out and fell forward, 　　pulling the bewildered Vivian down with him. 　　 "Y-you...you...what...what happened?" 　　Vivian, struggling to her feet, looked at Dewey blankly, completely bewildered, not knowing 　　what had happened. 　　Dewey leaned against a tree trunk, his face contorted in pain, seemingly enduring immense agony, unable to speak. 　　Vivian was startled by his appearance: "Y-you...what happened? Are you hurt 　　?" In her haste, Vivian's already stuttering became even more incoherent. 　　Dewey nodded, then suddenly shook his head. Vivian tilted her head, utterly confused, 　　not understanding what he meant, but seeing his pained expression, she concluded that Dewey must be injured, likely 　　from the fall. 　　"Where are you hurt? I... I'll... I'll treat you."

Although her magical power had greatly diminished, she could still use some basic healing spells. Kind-hearted Vivian
looked Dewey over, searching for wounds.
Dewey seemed to be enduring excruciating pain, pointing to his lower body and saying haltingly, "Here...
it's a little uncomfortable...it hurts..."
Following Dewey's direction, Vivian looked towards his crotch, where a large mass was bulging
, as if it were about to burst out of his pants.
"Is...is it here?"
For some reason, when her eyes fell on this area, Vivian felt a blush creep up her cheeks and her heart race. Her girlish instincts
told her there was something forbidden inside, and she timidly asked again.
"Yes, yes, Master Mage."
"Then...then I...I...I'll...I'll take it off and see...see..."
Seeing Dewey nod, seemingly in genuine pain, Vivian carefully unbuttoned
Dewey's pants, slowly pulling them down to his knees. But beneath Dewey's trousers was another garment Vivian had never seen before
, covering the bulge.
"This...this strip of cloth...what is it?"
Vivian looked at the "strip" with curiosity. In her life, a mage's robe
was enough; she never thought of wearing anything underneath.
"This is called underwear, worn close to the skin as the innermost layer. Doesn't the mage know that?" Dewey
asked weakly, a look of surprise on his face. Vivian seemed 　　 a little confused, asking earnestly
, "I'm already
wearing clothes on the outside...why ...
Vivian stuck out her cute little
tongue, suppressing her curiosity. Feeling that treating Dewey was more important, she slowly brought her face closer to Dewey's crotch,
carefully pulling down the "strip of cloth" with her delicate white hands.
Just as the underwear was removed, a hot, hard penis suddenly sprang out, slamming heavily onto her tender
cheek. Vivian screamed in fright, scrambling behind a tree, trembling and too afraid to move
. After
a while, poor little Vivian emerged from behind the tree, tears streaming down her face. When she saw
the erect, menacing "stick" between Dewey's legs, she screamed again, instinctively covering her eyes, unable to bear the sight
.
Dewey made a few more "humming" sounds, one hand covering his genitals, as if trying to relieve
the pain of his "wound. "
Hearing Dewey's agonizing cries, Vivian loosened her grip and peeked
out through her fingers. Dewey's hands were gripping his "staff" and stroking it up and down. A little liquid seemed to
be oozing from a small hole at the top, making it look extremely grotesque and terrifying.
"Wh-what...what is that thing?"
Vivian's soft voice was filled with fear. In her monotonous life, she had never seen
anything so horrifying.
"I don't know, but it hurts a lot. Maybe I was bitten by some poisonous insect, and it's swollen up. Master
Mage, please heal me quickly," Dewey said weakly.
Vivian couldn't bear to see Dewey in pain. Clenching her little fists, she slowly approached him, mustering her courage
to examine his "injured" area. Dewey slightly opened his eyes and saw Vivian leaning down unguarded,
her collar wide open, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her breasts were fully exposed beneath her robe.
Two small nipples stood firmly erect on her smooth, milky-white skin, as if waiting to be plucked. Stimulated
, Dewey's penis suddenly twitched and grew even larger.
"Wow!! Mommy!!"
Poor little Vivian was startled again, taking a few steps back before collapsing to the ground, closing her
eyes, too afraid to look at that terrifying thing.
"Master Magician, please heal me quickly, or I really can't take it anymore." Dewey rolled his
eyes, finally unable to resist urging her. He knew Vivian was timid, but he hadn't expected her to be this timid
—even a rabbit was braver than her.
"Yes, yes... I'm sorry..."
Vivian was a little embarrassed by her startled reaction, but that thing was just too terrifying, and she
still didn't dare to look at it directly. She knelt on the ground, one hand covering her eyes, the other groping in the air,
slowly crawling back on the ground like a docile kitten. The innocent girl once again revealed the beautiful scenery of her upper body without
reservation through her wide-open neckline. This unintentionally seductive pose
contrasted sharply with Vivian's pure and lovely temperament, making Dewey swallow hard again, his penis already hard
as could be.
Finally, Vivian's small hand, in its groping, touched Dewey's weapon. The slight coolness of her hand
made Dewey groan with pleasure the instant it touched him. The slightly deceptive, immoral feeling and the instant
sense of desecrating purity gave him immense pleasure. The soft, cool touch did not diminish Dewey's lust in the slightest;
on the contrary, it burned even more intensely. Dewey really felt an urge to push this little beauty down.
"I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?"
Little Vivian clearly felt the hot, hard thing and quickly moved her hand away. She
looked at Dewey through her fingers, somewhat helplessly, as if she didn't know what to do. Turning her head blankly, Vivian seemed to finally
remember that she had come to help him with healing magic.
Vivian turned her head away, still unable to look directly at the terrifying thing in her eyes. She opened her arms
, and a series of incantations flew from her mouth. A faint, milky-white light emanated from her hands
, but this light was extremely dim, seemingly having no effect on Dewey's "injured" area
.
Vivian paused, then took a deep breath, her expression becoming much more serious. This time, she
chanted the incantation again, word by word, in a low, slow voice. The white light in her hands intensified slightly.
A little bit. But under the white light, Dewey's "injury" was still very swollen, without
any change whatsoever.
"No, no, it's no good... my magic power is too, too, too weak... it's not working
..."
Vivian tried several more times, but no matter how much magic she gathered, her healing spells couldn't heal Dewey
's wound. She lowered her head in frustration, her little head drooping. Losing her magic power was a huge blow to her.
Dewey took the opportunity to "humph" again, as if the pain in his "wound" was becoming increasingly unbearable. Vivian
rushed to Dewey's side, supporting him and asking, "Are you... are you... are you... my magic
power is really, really, really, really not working..." Vivian
felt very guilty for not being able to help Dewey, and her speech became increasingly stuttering.
The thought of leaving Vivian alone in this quiet, deserted forest if something happened to Dewey
filled her with fear, and she instinctively grabbed Dewey's clothes tightly.
"Waaah... Mommy... come and save poor little Vivian..." Vivian
cried out in her heart.
Dewey looked at Vivian, her face streaked with tears, her expression pitiful
and flustered as she gazed at him. He felt a mixture of amusement and growing lust, but he still feigned near death and said to Vivian,
"My lord magician, I... I can't walk anymore. You should leave this forest alone. Don't worry about me
."
"No, no, no... no, no, I can't... I can't leave you here alone..." Vivian
was stunned for a moment, then shook her head vigorously, resolutely refusing Dewey's suggestion. Not only was
her kind and innocent nature unable to leave the "injured" Dewey alone, but more importantly, Vivian simply
didn't dare leave him. In this unfamiliar place, having lost her only source of strength—magic—
how could the timid Vivian dare to travel alone?
"What to do... what to do... what to do..." Vivian clutched her head, seemingly
deep in thought, but her mind was filled only with various magical knowledge, which was utterly
useless in the current situation. Accustomed to the convenience brought by magic, she had never imagined that losing magic would be such a painful
thing.
"Ah, but... it might be infected, Master Magician. If you can help me suck the fluid out of the wound
, maybe it will get better." Seeing little Vivian helpless, her head almost steaming with
distress, Dewey finally found an opportunity to say what he had been wanting to say.
"Suck... suck it out?"
Vivian tilted her cute little head, her big, tearful eyes blinking, a little confused by
Dewey's meaning. She had never tried to heal her injuries using methods other than magic or potions.
"Yes, look, there's a little hole up there. If you just suck all the fluid out of that hole
, my injury might heal," Dewey patiently explained, his protruding penis pointed directly at
Vivian's delicate and cute face.
"Is...is this...like this?"
Perhaps used to the appearance of this terrifying thing, under Dewey's guidance, Vivian boldly and slowly
grasped the incredibly hot penis with both hands, radiating wisps of heat. The burning sensation from her palms made
Vivian's heart pound. She felt a little scared, yet also a little curious, unconsciously gripping the penis and gently
testing its hardness. These few movements made Dewey almost cry out in pleasure.
"So hot! So hard!" Vivian exclaimed again, but without the previous fear
. Instead, it was as if she had suddenly discovered some incredible toy, and with a hint of shyness, she gently rubbed
it with interest. A series of pleasurable sensations stimulated Dewey's nerves. 　　The intense guilt and excitement he felt from having
an innocent and adorable girl actively masturbate his penis were experiences he could never have had alone 　　. 　　"W-what's wrong?" 　　 Vivian, seeing Dewey's squinting eyes in enjoyment, thought she had hurt him by being too strong and immediately 　　let go, asking. 　　 "Ah, it's nothing, magician. Please keep holding it. I feel 　　much better when you hold it. If you quickly suck out the fluid inside, it should be better soon." Dewey took the opportunity to grab 　　her small hand and said. 　　"Okay, okay..." 　　 Although she didn't know why, Vivian 　　felt a little happy when Dewey said that her holding that spot had relieved his pain. It turned out that even without magic, she could still help others. The innocent little 　　Vivian suddenly felt a little confident in herself again. 　　"Yes, then just suck on that little hole with your mouth." Dewey pressed Vivian's small hand 　　back onto his penis, making her hold it tightly. 　　Vivian lowered her head, her small mouth slowly approaching the glans. Although she was already quite used to 　　the look of this thing, seeing it getting closer and closer, and smelling a slightly unpleasant odor, Vivian couldn't help but 　　sniffle and close her eyes. 　　Dewey grabbed Vivian's head, making her small mouth aim at the tip of his penis. A soft, gentle 　　sensation came over her, and Vivian's small mouth lightly kissed the glans of Dewey's penis like a dragonfly skimming the water. 　　Vivian suddenly shuddered, her long eyelashes trembling rapidly, seemingly hesitant, struggling 　　not to continue, but having come this far, how could Dewey let her go? 　　 "My lord magician, please hurry! At this rate, I might not be able to hold on much longer." 　　 "Yes, yes, yes..." 　　Hearing Dewey's voice growing weaker and weaker, Vivian, who was under immense pressure, also became a little anxious 　　. She steeled herself, suddenly opened her small mouth, and swallowed the entire tip of the penis in one gulp, filling her mouth 　　completely. Her pink tongue clumsily licked it.

Dewey hadn't expected this seemingly naive girl to be so
intense when she did it, completely on her own. He almost ejaculated the moment he entered that warm, moist place.
Vivian first gently sucked twice, but perhaps because the taste of the penis was really unpleasant, she
frowned, spat it out, stuck out her little tongue, and had a bitter expression on her face. But feeling Dewey's expectant
gaze, the kind-hearted girl felt a pang of conscience and silently put it back in her mouth.
Vivian endured the strange smell of the penis and the nausea, gently sucking twice. Dewey immediately gasped in
pleasure .
"Ah...yes...yes...too
...
"No, Master Magician, please suck harder. Otherwise, I won't get anything out."
"Okay, okay..."
Vivian also felt that such gentle sucking seemed to yield nothing. She took a few deep breaths and
put the penis in her mouth again, gradually increasing the suction.
"Mmm... Ahh..."
Completely misled, little Vivian began to suck Dewey's penis with all her might. At this moment, she completely abandoned
all other thoughts, entering a serious mode as if she were studying magic at home. Perhaps because she was too serious
, glistening saliva kept flowing from the corners of her mouth, wetting her clothes. The quiet forest was filled with
the sounds of forceful sucking and the lewd sounds of the penis stirring saliva in her mouth.
Dewey and Vivian's breathing became heavy. As the stimulation and lewd sounds grew
louder, Dewey finally couldn't help but press Vivian's head down and
slowly thrust in and out of her soft, wet mouth as if it were a honey pot.
Vivian whimpered, her large, watery eyes looking at Dewey with a cute, slightly disgruntled expression
, seemingly telling him not to move. Dewey smiled apologetically, stopping moving and letting Vivian
suck his penis in various ways.
Vivian felt a little liquid constantly overflowing from the tip, but no matter how much she sucked, the penis
didn't shrink at all. After sucking for a while, Vivian's cheeks started to ache, but the thing remained hard and
swollen, showing no sign of weakness like the female magician. She panted as she spat the penis, now covered in saliva
, out of her mouth, kneading it in her hands, her small chest heaving as she breathed heavily.
"I'm sorry... I don't think I sucked out much..."
The kind-hearted little Vivian apologized like a child who had done something wrong, while carefully observing the thing
, seemingly thinking about how to suck out all the contents. After a short rest, Vivian
took the penis back into her mouth, this time sucking faster and harder, her cute little face showing a
serious expression.
Vivian no longer simply kept it in her mouth; every now and then, she would spit it out, as
if afraid the fluid would flow back, and carefully lick the fluid around the glans
clean with her delicate little tongue, spitting it aside before taking the penis back in and sucking diligently.
Vivian's rosy lips made continuous "tsk tsk" sounds, as if she were eating something delicious,
mixed with the girl's low breathing and the sound of saliva churning. Her gradually warming hands
gently pressed at the base of the penis, trying to squeeze out the juices inside.
All of this brought Dewey immense pleasure. Dewey suddenly realized that little Vivian might
be a genius in some way; such skillful oral sex was something many experienced prostitutes couldn't achieve. No wonder she was a young
girl who had become an eighth-level mage.
Vivian, completely unaware of Dewey's thoughts, continued to suck and swallow his foul-smelling penis
, licking the glans clean with her tongue, kissing the urethral opening like a lover, all the while
being careful not to hurt him with her teeth—her meticulousness resembled that of a magical experiment.
Dewey's expression was contorted, not from pain, but from waves of pleasure that
were almost unbearable, preventing him from ejaculating. However, his pride prevented him from so quickly
ejaculating in the mouth of a novice girl with little experience.
Vivian felt that Dewey's penis seemed to have grown even larger. She held his saliva-
covered, glistening penis in her mouth, looking up at his expression, a mixture of pain and pleasure, wondering if he was
feeling any better. Vivian's mind was now solely focused on quickly sucking out all the fluid from Dewey's penis
to alleviate his pain.
"Ah...uh...mmm..."
Vivian groaned intermittently. Her mouth was numb from sucking for so long,
but the thing showed no sign of shrinking. Tears welled up in Vivian's eyes. She
suddenly felt a little wronged. She had tried so hard, so why was it still not working
?
When she was learning magic from her teacher, she could quickly master any spell or experiment, no matter how difficult.
Why was this thing refusing to shrink even after she had been sucking for so long? Vivian
's eyes became serious, and she was no longer confused.
"You must...you must...take...you..."
Vivian uttered a few indistinct syllables, her pride as an eighth-level archmage fully aroused
. Vivian took Dewey's penis into her mouth again, sucking hard with all her might, making
a "pop" sound when she released it, but still didn't manage to draw out all the fluid
.
Little Vivian, her mouth slightly open, breathed softly, staring intently at the
strange object that was still rhythmically throbbing before her. Her sharp gaze frightened Dewey, who feared she might bite him in a fit of anger
.
Vivian squeezed for a while, then suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked the tip twice. Then she extended her small
tongue to the urethral opening, circling it repeatedly, slowly trying to reach inside and draw out the fluid.
She licked it out, but still couldn't get it in; her tongue could only reach the very entrance.
"Vivian, you're a genius!" Dewey didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although it was unconscious
, little Vivian was simply trying to "heal" him, but the stimulation was beyond what an ordinary man could
endure. He clearly felt an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate.
Seeing that it was still no use, tears welled up in Vivian's eyes and were about to fall. She
suddenly opened her tired little mouth again and swallowed Dewey's penis whole, so forcefully that the head of his penis
went all the way to the back of Vivian's throat.
This time, Dewey could no longer bear it, letting out a muffled groan as his penis gushed
out. Just as Vivian swallowed it, she felt Dewey's penis suddenly swell. She was about to spit it out when streams of
thick, hot liquid spurted from his penis.
Because it was directly in front of her throat, a large amount of semen immediately went down Vivian's throat.
The semen, which she couldn't swallow in time, instantly filled her mouth, overflowing from the corners of her lips.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Poor little Vivian's face turned deathly pale. Her eyes widened, and she let out heavy breathing.
Her mouth, blocked by the penis, emitted pitiful "ugh" sounds, her limbs flailing wildly. She tried to spit the penis out of her mouth
, but Dewey's hands pressed her little head firmly against his crotch, preventing her from escaping.
"Glug," "Glug," "Glug."
With the sounds of swallowing and struggling "ugh" sounds, a large amount of cloudy semen continued
to drip from the corners of Vivian's mouth, some even sliding down her fair, slender neck. Slowly, Vivian lost
the strength to struggle. Her delicate little face contorted as she mechanically swallowed Dewey's large amounts of semen, her hands tightly gripping
the hem of Dewey's clothes.
Finally, Dewey let out a long, satisfied sigh, finally stopping his ejaculation. He grabbed Vivian's head and
carefully pulled his penis out of her mouth, which he had just been enjoying.
"Ha...ha..."
Losing her support, Vivian collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath before coughing violently.
Tears, saliva, and foul-smelling white fluid dripped onto the floor. Her stomach churned,
and she vomited a large amount of semen. The poor girl vomited uncontrollably, the pungent, nauseating
smell and sensation of the semen making her roll her eyes back, almost fainting.
Dewey walked up to Vivian, strutting about with his now-shrunken, limp penis against her nose
. Vivian stared blankly at the thing that now resembled an ugly little worm, her eyes devoid of any life.
After a moment of stunned silence, Vivian finally came to her senses and asked wearily, "Did...did...
did it work?" Her warm, moist breath tickled Dewey's limp penis.
"Thank you so much, Master Magician. I feel much better thanks to your efforts," Dewey
said with a grin, seemingly regaining his energy.
"So...so...so...good," Vivian gasped for breath, her mouth
feeling sore and numb. Even speaking was difficult for her now; she just wanted to find a place to rest.
"But...but...good...it seems there's still...still a little..."
Vivian seemed to have noticed something amiss. Although it had shrunk considerably, it hadn't completely disappeared, still
dangling between Dewey's legs and swaying in front of her. Perhaps it hadn't been completely sucked out? Vivian stared
blankly at the strangely shaped thing, her somewhat numb mind naturally conjuring up this thought.
"Let me...let me try again...suck...suck just once more..."
After trying for most of the day, the persistent Vivian wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of it. She laboriously stuck out her
little tongue and licked Dewey's now-soft penis, but unexpectedly, the lick caused it
to suddenly swell up again. Vivian stared in disbelief at this scene. Her knowledge base was completely
blank on this topic. She didn't understand why, even though she had followed Dewey's instructions and
sucked out all the fluids, it had become bigger again.
"What...what's going on..."
Vivian knelt, her hands supporting her weight, the now-erect weapon trembling slightly before her eyes
, as if mocking the sorceress's incompetence.
"My lady sorceress, it seems this method won't work," Dewey said, seemingly frustrated.
"What...what should I do? I...I...I have no way...Ugh...Mommy
..." Vivian looked helplessly at the strutting thing in front of her. Having exhausted all her strength, she
sniffled, as if about to cry again. In her short life, Vivian had never encountered such a setback
.
"Master Magician, don't worry, there's always a way, but you'll need your help
." Dewey smiled, patting Vivian's head reassuringly.
"But...but...I...I don't...I don't have any strength left." Vivian's face was full of dejection
.
"You don't need to lift a finger, Master Magician. You just need to lie down." Dewey said, pressing down on Vivian
's shoulders and slowly pushing her to the ground. Vivian instinctively resisted, but having exhausted all her strength, she
had no strength left and could only let Dewey push her to the ground.
"What...what are you doing?" Vivian asked timidly, looking like a helpless
lamb, blinking in confusion as Dewey parted her legs and pressed his hard object
between them.
"That place is..." Vivian blushed and suddenly stopped speaking. She wanted to say it was
where she urinated, but her girlish modesty prevented her from saying it, and Dewey's action filled her with a sudden, inexplicable
fear.
"My lord magician, everything depends on your help. It might hurt a little, but please bear with it. My life
is in your hands." Dewey pressed Vivian's hands to the ground and said suddenly, seriously, as if he was about to...
" To do something extremely heroic.
" "Yes, yes, yes..."
Poor little Vivian's mind was a complete mess. She had no idea what the situation was, nor
what Dewey's plan was or how she could help. But Dewey's serious expression made poor little Vivian dare not refute anything
. Already confused and disoriented, little Vivian just casually agreed, wondering
what "a little pain" meant.
"Then it's about to begin, Master Magician, I entrust everything to you!" Dewey seemed satisfied with Vivian's answer
, adjusted his position, and shouted loudly as if making a vow.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, Vivian felt something hot pressing against her lower body, but it wasn't her urinary tract
; it was a little lower, into an opening that only bled and whose other purpose was unknown.
Before she could react, a tearing pain came from below, as if an iron rod had violently pierced her
body.
A sudden, intense pain shot through Vivian, her mouth agape, unable to utter a sound. Her eyes widened
, and everything seemed to freeze.
Although Dewey had told her it would hurt a little, this wasn't just "a little" pain for her; it was
a tearing, burning pain far beyond her imagination, a hellish agony.
So tight—that was Dewey's first impression as he inserted his penis. But this wasn't surprising; after all, she was only
fourteen years old. In Dewey's time, she was still a minor by law, and
she was clearly a virgin. If he hadn't been lucky, he might not have even been able to get in the first time. But
thankfully, the head of Dewey's penis was already inside; he just needed to slowly work his way in.
"How does it feel, Master Magician?" The moment he entered, Dewey felt
the thin membrane at the entrance of Vivian's honey hole being torn. The pleasure of deflowering an underage girl filled him
with intense excitement. Now, while adjusting to the tightness inside Vivian's cavity, he thrust deeper and deeper
.
"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts..."
Dewey's words pulled Vivian back to reality. A large amount of tears welled up in Vivian's eyes,
her face turned deathly pale, and she managed to utter a few words with difficulty. She subconsciously struggled to push Dewey away, but her hands
and legs were firmly pressed to the ground by Dewey, and the poor little Vivian was now completely unable to move.
"Master Magician, the pain will pass quickly, and you'll feel better soon. As long as you help me heal
my 'injuries,' I will properly 'thank' you." Looking at the girl's pained and contorted expression, Dewey teased
, his wicked expression completely unlike that of a teenager.
"It hurts...it really hurts...let go...let me go..."
Vivian finally cried out loudly. The naive girl still didn't understand what was happening, but
the intense, burning pain emanating from her lower body made her feel like she was going to die. That thing was still slowly
invading deeper into her body.
The intense pain and sense of crisis made Vivian struggle desperately, her delicate body writhing like a snake,
trying to break free from Dewey's grip. At the same time, Vivian's lips trembled rapidly as she chanted a spell.
Although he knew that Vivian's magic power was greatly reduced on this island, and she couldn't use any powerful spells,
Dewey still didn't want to risk letting her finish the spell. Dewey thrust forward suddenly, his hard penis forcibly forcing open Vivian
's tight, tender cavity, plunging in even deeper.
"Ugh... Ah!!!"
The brutal, merciless penetration and forced expansion caused the naive young
girl to let out a heart-wrenching scream. Her pupils contracted sharply, her mind went blank, and
the spell she was reciting was abruptly cut short.
"Hmph, so what if she's an eighth-level mage? Without magic, she can only lie on the ground, legs spread, and be fucked by me." Dewey 　　thought wickedly,
feeling the convulsing pleasure of Vivian's tender flesh tightly enveloping his penis . 　　 Compared to the immense pleasure Dewey was experiencing, poor little Vivian wasn't feeling so good. 　　Her inexperienced virgin vagina was unprepared for Dewey's forceful penetration; it was simply unbearable for a 　　girl who wasn't fully mature. Even with her high magical power, her body structure wasn't much different from an ordinary person's; she was just 　　a simple, frail girl. 　　 "Ah... Ahh... Ugh..." 　　 Enduring the burning pain in her lower body, little Vivian opened her mouth wide, her pink tongue half-protruding, and strands of 　　clear, crystalline saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth. Tears fell like broken beads, like a 　　dying fish thrown ashore, panting heavily with its head tilted back. 　　 So tight, so incredibly tight. Dewey exclaimed again. Although he wanted to go deeper, no matter 　　how hard he tried, he couldn't go any further. Frustrated, Dewey could only slowly pull his penis out. The resulting 　　friction scraped against the inner walls of Vivian's vagina, causing her body to convulse again. 　　 "It hurts...it hurts so much...please...stop, stop, stop..." 　　 Vivian was soaked in cold sweat, her mage robes clinging tightly to her still-childish body. Her beautiful, 　　smooth black hair was scattered on the ground, strands sticking to her face with sweat. Her delicate face 　　was deathly pale from the pain, and streaks of blood slowly 　　flowed from their point of contact as Dewey's penis withdrew. Dewey watched with pleasure as the virgin blood flowed from Vivian's honeypot. For some reason, Dewey 　　felt a guilty excitement, 　　 like he had slept with someone else's wife. Perhaps it was because although he was the "Dewey" of this world, he felt different 　　from "Dewey." He was like someone who had stolen someone else's account in a game, using the "Dewey" account 　　to wreak havoc in the world that originally belonged to "Dewey." 　　Seeing that Vivian no longer had the strength to resist or struggle, Du Wei released her hands, grabbed her slender 　　waist with both hands, and looked at little Vivian's pitiful, almost dying appearance, and laughed: "My lord magician..."

"Relax, it won't hurt anymore once you're wet down there, and it'll feel really good."
"Huh?"
Little Vivian didn't understand Dewey's meaning at all, and just subconsciously responded. Poor little
Vivian was still immersed in the momentary relief after Dewey pulled that weapon out of her body, but whether she understood or not
, Dewey intended to use practical actions to help this "unbalanced" little girl acquire more knowledge.
Dewey realigned himself and forcefully shoved his penis into Vivian's tight, warm cavity
again. Vivian tasted the tearing pain once more, and the outline of Dewey's penis could even be vaguely seen on her smooth, flat abdomen.
Although she cried and screamed, resisting with all her might, Vivian didn't have much strength left, and her proud
magic was completely useless under Dewey's fierce impact.
"No, no, don't... Stop... Stop it, it really... hurts... ah!! It hurts
..."
Vivian's fists weakly pounded on Dewey, but the force was like a girl's whining,
posing no threat to Dewey at all. Dewey ignored Vivian's cries, holding her waist to stabilize her, and tried to
thrust his penis deep inside her.
He wondered how that old man Gandalf had explained things to Vivian when she had her period. This fourteen-year-old
girl, besides magic, had almost no common sense, and was completely unaware of the wickedness of human nature.
As a magician, Gandalf was indeed a master, but as a guardian, that old man Gandalf
was utterly negligent, raising a perfectly good girl like an idiot, both crying and ignorant.
Even though magic was so convenient, he didn't take her out to see the world more often. Dewey was determined to correct this mistake
. Thinking about this, Dewey chuckled.
Everything was for you to become a complete girl, Vivian—no, a woman.
Dewey began to thrust rhythmically, his hands gradually moving upwards from her waist, caressing Vivian's slightly
protruding breasts through her clothes. Although Vivian's breasts weren't fully developed yet, their soft yet elastic texture
was extremely enjoyable for Dewey.
Dewey rhythmically thrust in and out of Vivian's virgin honeypot, his penis
tightly gripped by the tender flesh. Each thrust was somewhat difficult, as if the walls were trying their best to hinder Dewey's unrestrained
movements inside, unlike the smoothness he experienced with Ruolin. But somehow, Dewey felt
even more excited than when he first raped Ruolin. The thrusting motion of his penis couldn't be stopped; his mind was filled only with the thought of brutally violating
the girl beneath him, making a mess of her delicate body, and filling her body completely with his thick, white fluid
.
"Ah... ooh... um... ah... ha..."
Vivian moaned softly under Dewey's assault. As the assault continued, her voice
lost its initial pain and began to carry a hint of pleasure. Her vaginal canal began to secrete
lubrication, facilitating the entry and exit of Dewey's penis and greatly reducing her pain.
Using the lubrication, Dewey thrust even faster into Vivian's body. The wetness at their point of contact
grew louder and louder, particularly loud in the lifeless forest. Drops of fluid constantly
splashed from where they were pressed tightly together.
What was happening? Why did it feel... a little good? Vivian closed her eyes, biting her lip, lying
on the ground letting Dewey move on her. The burning pain gradually subsided, replaced by
waves of unprecedented pleasure that assaulted her brain.
Dewey had already torn open Vivian's collar, revealing her flawless, snow-white breasts. Her two soft,
white breasts trembled gently with his movements. He lowered his head, deeply inhaling the fresh, youthful
scent emanating from Vivian's body, and took her already erect nipples into his mouth, sucking on them like a baby.
"Ah...so...so itchy..."
Another sensitive spot was violently attacked. Vivian opened her eyes and saw Dewey kneeling on her chest,
licking and sucking back and forth. Vivian felt a tingling, itchy sensation in her breasts. Each time Dewey's tongue touched
her nipples, it brought a strange, electric-like pleasure. Under the continuous stimulation of pleasure, Vivian felt like she was about to
collapse.
"No...no, don't lick...go...go away..."
Little Vivian struggled, panting heavily. Her chest was already covered in Dewey's saliva. She tried to
push Dewey's head away, but Dewey stubbornly played with and tasted Vivian's tender and alluring breasts with his hands and mouth. Vivian's resistance
was still useless. The terrible thing inside her continued to thrust repeatedly and tirelessly,
each time penetrating deeper and deeper, slowly moving towards its deepest goal.
"Ugh...um..."
With the piston-like movements of her lower body, Vivian's moans grew louder and louder. Her small mouth opened and closed slightly
, occasionally biting her lip with her white teeth, as if she was trying her best to resist something, but it was immediately
replaced by an indescribable coquettish expression.
"How is it? My lord magician, I didn't lie to you, did I? Are you feeling better?"
Dewey knew Vivian was already succumbing to the pleasure of sex. He kissed Vivian's
smooth, milky skin, his kisses leading down to her slender, white neck.
"So...so good...why...why...why...why...strange
..."
Vivian looked at Dewey, slightly dazed, her eyes misty, her
breath hot and clear, completely aroused. Dewey held Vivian tightly, kissing her pointed
chin, finally sealing her moist lips with his. Vivian reflexively stuck out her tongue,
intertwining it with Dewey's.
A faint taste of Dewey's semen lingered in Vivian's mouth, but Dewey didn't care much;
it was all his own anyway.
"Mmm...mmm...uh...mmm..."
Vivian and Dewey kissed passionately, exchanging saliva. Her uncontrollable moans
were muffled by their mouths. The poor little magician was completely oblivious to what she was doing; the idea of "healing" was
long forgotten. The girl, experiencing sex for the first time, was simply enjoying the waves of
pleasure washing over her. The hard object no longer caused her pain; instead, it brought a
blissful feeling, like ascending to heaven.
"So...so...comfortable...ha...ha...mmm..."
They kissed until they were almost breathless before finally separating. Vivian half-closed her eyes, looking at Dewey with seductive allure
, her gaze filled with desire, completely unlike her previous innocent self. Dewey was also a little out of breath, and he
wondered if it was because Vivian was starting to enjoy sex more. He felt that Vivian's vagina wasn't
as tight as before, and his penis moved in and out of her honeypot with great pleasure and ease. The sounds of their lewd intercourse
never stopped.
"Ah...mmm..."
Dewey rested for a moment, then kissed Vivian's soft, red lips again. Vivian didn't resist at all
, opening her mouth to let Dewey suck her tongue into it. Her snow-white arms wrapped around Dewey's head,
seemingly thoroughly enjoying the kiss.
Dewey also tightly embraced Vivian's slender neck with one hand, greedily sucking the saliva from her mouth,
while his other hand alternately and slowly pinched Vivian's nipples, constantly stimulating her sensitive areas.
After a while, Dewey released Vivian's lips. Vivian gazed at Dewey with hazy eyes, as if she
didn't want it to end, a strange flush rising on her fair skin. Dewey kept his penis inside Vivian's
overflowing, wet vagina, lifting her up by her bouncy buttocks, and sitting on the ground
, letting Vivian straddle him facing him.
Little Vivian seemed to have her entire skeleton shattered, leaning limply against Dewey's shoulder,
breathing rapidly, her body drenched in sweat. The mage's robe she wore had been torn to shreds and thrown aside.
Dewey gripped Vivian's waist and pressed down hard, his penis forcefully breaking through the final barrier, finally reaching
the deepest part of Vivian's vagina.
"Ah!! Ha...ha..."
The sudden stimulation made Vivian throw her head back, her body leaning backward, her long legs stretched straight
. Dewey, panting heavily, buried his head in Vivian's soft chest, grasped her firm buttocks, and
began to work diligently up and down. After so long, he still hadn't brought this silly little girl to an
orgasm, and Dewey felt a little like a failure.
"Ah...uh...ah...please...please use...use more force..."
Vivian's face revealed a seductive expression, gently hugging Dewey's neck,
breathing seductively in his ear, her youthful body rising and falling rapidly in sync with Dewey's thrusts, each stroke allowing him to
penetrate to the deepest point.
Dewey felt a little embarrassed. He was now almost using all his strength in Vivian's body;
in fact, he had been trying his best to cultivate her body from the beginning, but this little girl now
seemed somewhat unsatisfied, which was a slight blow to Dewey's pride.
"Alright, Master Magician, I'm going to go all out,"
Dewey said through gritted teeth. As a man, how could he back down now? He took a deep
breath, no longer worrying about hurting Vivian. He gripped her slender waist tightly,
his hard penis pounding into her tender core like a pile driver, as if trying to break her completely
.
"Ah! Ah! So, so intense!"
The once innocent Vivian had completely abandoned her inhibitions, crying out passionately.
Her face was flushed, her breasts bounced joyfully, her long, black hair clung to her
smooth back with sweat, and her fair legs wrapped around Dewey's waist,
pressing her lower body even closer to his.
This high-frequency thrusting was gradually taking its toll on Dewey. He suddenly felt a urge to
take out the drugs he carried to alleviate this predicament. But Vivian didn't give him that chance. Little Vivian
was clinging to Dewey like an octopus, her arms around his neck, enjoying the thrusts of his penis while kissing him
.
"Mmm...uh..."
The sounds of saliva exchanged constantly rang out. Vivian seemed to really enjoy the kissing; she swirled her tongue
in Dewey's mouth, sometimes gently nibbling his lips with her pearly white teeth, her hot breath
constantly blowing on his face.
Each time Dewey tried to turn his head away because he felt short of breath, Vivian immediately pulled his head back and
continued kissing him. The girl's stubbornness far exceeded Dewey's imagination. "
If this continues, I might suffocate," Dewey thought painfully, while his lower body felt
an extremely strong urge to ejaculate. Although he tried his best to endure it, his penis was already throbbing, and his back was aching terribly
, but Vivian still showed no signs of climaxing.
Finally, with a pained and desperate expression, Dewey couldn't hold back any longer, and a large amount of hot semen
erupted inside Vivian, instantly filling her entire cavity
. A large amount of semen squeezed out from the gap between their joined bodies.
"Ah!! So hot!! Mmm... Ah!!!"
Overwhelmed by the thick, hot semen, Vivian finally reached her climax, a large amount of nectar
gushing out, mixing with Dewey's semen and dripping onto the ground.
"Ha... Ha... Ha... Ugh... Ha..."
After her orgasm, Vivian completely collapsed, her head resting on Dewey's shoulder, her starry eyes half-closed, her small
mouth opening and closing, breathing weakly. A vibrant rose-red hue appeared on her skin, and her entire body
was covered in glistening beads of sweat, as she and Dewey were immersed in the afterglow of their climax.
Dewey felt parched and weak all over. He had never imagined that making love with this girl would be so tiring
. He supported Vivian's firm buttocks, slowly
withdrawing his slightly limp penis from her vagina, which was filled with semen and vaginal fluid.
"Mmm..."
As Dewey's penis was pulled out, a lot of thick, white fluid mixed with semen and vaginal fluid was also brought
out and continued to flow slowly from Vivian's messy vagina, along with some residual blood
. The feeling of fullness in her lower body disappeared, and the sudden emptiness made Vivian feel lost and helpless.
Her whole body was still limp, and she didn't want to move a single finger.
But Dewey had no intention of giving up. He was unwilling to lose to a
girl with no sexual experience. He grabbed Vivian's body, made her bend over, sticking out
her soft, white buttocks, and braced her hands on a tree trunk. He then thrust his now-erect penis into her ravaged vagina from behind
.
"Ha...ha...ah! Is it...isn't it healed yet? That...that thing
..."
Vivian's weak legs barely supported her as she stood. The poor girl seemed to finally remember
what she had come to do. Panting under Dewey's thrusts, she turned her head curiously
and asked.
Hearing Vivian's question, Dewey suddenly felt a little amused and exasperated. Did this silly girl
really think he was "healing" her after all this time?
"It'll be over soon, my great magician." Dewey didn't know how to answer, so he gave a perfunctory reply
, gripping Vivian's buttocks tightly as his penis thrust in and out rapidly. Dewey slammed into Vivian
's body from behind, making loud "slap slap slap" sounds.
"Although...it's very strange...but...but it's very...very comfortable...
"
Vivian stuck out her pink tongue, her starry eyes staring blankly ahead, her body
swaying violently back and forth with Dewey's movements, her snow-white buttocks turning bright red under Dewey's thrusts.
"I didn't lie to you, did I, my great magician? I told you it would be very comfortable."
Dewey laughed, grabbing Vivian's wrists with both hands and thrusting even harder into her small, weak body,
making little Vivian gasp repeatedly, almost completely losing her ability to think under the impact of pleasure.
"So good... Vivian... Vivian... I want to die... I'm dying
..."
Vivian tilted her cute, round face up, her cheeks flushed, her once clear eyes now filled with
lust, like a puppet on a string, being played with at Dewey's will. Not long after, Vivian, under
Dewey's intense assault, ejaculated again, Dewey panting heavily, finally satisfied as he ejaculated all his semen
inside Vivian.
Dewey released Vivian's body, letting her kneel on the ground, her little bottom sticking up, panting softly, the white
semen flowing down her smooth, white thighs. Dewey rested for a while, then, looking at Vivian's
alluring pose on the ground, he couldn't resist kneeling down and thrusting into her from behind again. His hands kneaded her
soft, lovely breasts, and after bringing her to her third climax, he roared as he poured the remaining semen
deep into Vivian's cavity.
When the storm subsided and darkness fell, little Vivian lay on the ground, wrapped in the tattered
robe Dewey had torn, already fast asleep, her body covered in marks from his abuse.
Dewey was also exhausted. He took out a flint and steel and started a fire, ate and drank
some of the water and dry rations he had prepared, and leaned against a tree trunk, contemplating tomorrow. He didn't plan to return to the dragon, because he knew
there were no other creatures on this "island." What worried him were other things.
Tomorrow, it would be time to find Joanna. Although he knew roughly where she was, Dewey was unsure
if he could truly subdue her. The box containing the silver pill
had fallen from his hands during Vivian and Joanna's battle.
Joanna was a mage skilled in both magic and martial arts; she could use her aura even without magic, unlike Vivian
, who was just an ordinary girl without magic and lacked experience and common sense. Dewey
could easily subdue her without any other means.
He had originally planned to use that item to control Joanna, but now it seemed he had to find other methods, or
perhaps just let her freeze to death on the ice. After all, he had already gotten Vivian, Dewey thought bitterly.
However, if he truly possessed the destiny of this world's "Dewey," then his encounter with Joanna
was inevitable. Destiny, yes, destiny—everything was a choice of destiny. If he was destined
to be the protagonist of this world, then he would follow the protagonist's destiny. Dewey seemed to have figured something out
, a strange smile appearing on his face.
When Dewey woke up in the morning, the campfire had gone out sometime ago, with a wisp of
smoke still rising from it. He felt a chill and shifted, only to realize something was in his arms.
Looking down, he saw Vivian had snuggled into his embrace. The little magician was
fast asleep, but seemed a little cold, curled up in a ball, her tiny hands even reaching inside Dewey's clothes
, trying to draw warmth.
It seemed she was too cold in her sleep and had naturally followed her instinct to snuggle into Dewey
's arms.
Dewey gently pushed Vivian away, leaving the water bottle and some dry rations beside her, and headed towards where Joanna was
. Although he believed in the theory of fate, a sense of unease made him want to face
what he would inevitably have to face eventually.
Reaching the northern side of the island, they found themselves in what was again a forest. As Dewey had expected, the ground was covered in frost .
A thick layer of frost blanketed the beach and a small patch of woods nearby, as if
a small snowstorm had just passed through.
Dewey immediately ran towards the sea, standing on the shore and straining to see what lay beyond.
Dewey vaguely saw something gently drifting on the sea ahead.
It seemed quite large, its details obscured by the mist, only a rough outline visible.
Sure enough, there it was! Dewey's heart skipped a beat. Calming himself, he took off his clothes, jumped
into the sea, and swam with all his might to the vicinity of the object. Before him stood a small iceberg, floating on the sea
.
More importantly, there was no one on the iceberg. The female mage
, clad in white, openwork armor, draped in a long white cloak, and with snow-
white hair, had completely vanished!

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