The Ruthless God's Romantic History [Complete] - 36

In Chapter Ten of Volume Seven, the talented woman Ruyan

returned to the palace. I saw Beatrice, Ziyue, Meixin, Sasha, and others
chatting and . I glanced over and saw an elderly man and four young women. The elderly man was about sixty years old,
with a kind face. I recognized him immediately; he was my deputy,
Castro . Speaking of Castro, he was the treasurer when Ziyue's father was still in office. He was honest and upright, with
an excellent reputation. Unfortunately, he was a bit too principled, which made him unpopular with some colleagues. He had resigned and retired before General Hill launched
his rebellion . This time, he had returned to the political arena as my deputy. Actually, I had intended for him to be the administrative
head, but he refused to be above me. Therefore, he was the only town whose administrative head was not
a native of the Barando Empire.

I didn't need to scrutinize Castro closely. Having always regarded women as works of art, I naturally focused
my attention on the four unfamiliar young women. I'm not exaggerating, all four girls
are beauties. The one sitting next to Castro, about sixteen or seventeen, has a graceful figure,
a shapely body, and perfectly proportioned, snow-white skin. Her long, flowing hair exudes
a captivating fragrance. Although she sits quietly, her bright, lively eyes
reveal her as a mischievous and clever girl.

The girl sitting next to Mei Xin looks about eighteen or nineteen. Beneath her arched eyebrows
are phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, and cherry-like lips. Combined with her tall and full figure,
she is also a great beauty. The other girl sitting next to her seems slightly older.
She has glossy black hair, large, watery eyes, long black eyelashes,
a delicate alluring red lips, and fair skin—every feature indicates she is no less beautiful than Mei Xin. What's even more remarkable
is that this girl possesses a pure and ethereal beauty, making her appear even more serene and elegant while sitting there, so much so that one hesitates to disturb
her.

But the girl who truly captivated me was the one sitting next to Beatrice. This girl had
skin more beautiful than snow, flowing blonde hair, delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows, and long eyelashes that covered her
deep, ocean-like eyes. Such a beauty couldn't be described simply as beautiful; she was breathtakingly beautiful.
The girl's long hair reached her waist, neatly combed back, with bangs that were sparse in the middle and thicker on the sides, concealing her slender eyebrows.
The hair in front of her ears was tied into two braids, the ends of which were wrapped with milky-white ribbons. The girl's eyes were bright and
captivating, her nose and mouth small and exquisite, and her delicate features, combined with her fragile nature, made her exactly my type. "

Lord Will, you're back?" Castro noticed me standing at the door and quickly stood up to greet
me. The four girls also hurriedly stood up, looking at me with curiosity. Perhaps they hadn't expected me
to be so young? From their surprised looks, I could guess what they were thinking.

"Uncle, why are you still so polite? Didn't I tell you to just call me by my name
?" I shook my head with a wry smile and led the women inside. After they were seated again, Castro
introduced the four girls to me. The girl sitting next to her was her granddaughter, Anflin, while the other three
were
descendants Their names were Rein, Ruyan, and Yingxue, truly fitting for their names.

Rein and the other two were Ziyue's close friends. After General Hill's coup, their fathers were
killed by Hill for helping Ziyue and Ziyun escape the Balando Empire. They fled to the countryside,
only recently returning to see their
best friend Ziyue after hearing about the events in Dragre City. Anflin, on the other hand, had been pestering her grandfather Castro to take her to the palace so she could meet her
idol From her excited, flushed face as she looked at me, I knew she was a very innocent
girl.

"Uncle, what brings you here?" After introducing Meryl, Nilos, and the others to
Castro exchanged a few pleasantries and cut to the chase.

"Vell, it's like this." Beatrice answered on Castro's behalf: "According to
the customs of the former Barando Empire, a grand 'Rain God Festival' is held every year on June 5th
. This festival is held during the spring planting and summer sowing season so people
can pray for the rain god's blessing, hoping for ample rainfall for a bountiful harvest in autumn. In the past,
the king personally presided over the 'Rain God Festival,' but this year is different. Mr. Castro wants to
discuss with us whether this year's 'Rain God Festival' will still be held as usual?"

I pondered for a moment, then asked, "Auntie, what do you and Sister Yue think?"

Beatrice replied seriously, "We just exchanged views. In the past year, the Barando
Empire has experienced a series of upheavals, including palace coups, war, and the transition between the old and new dynasties. Although the Barando Empire
no longer exists, in the hearts of the people, you are their king. I think holding such a sacrificial
ceremony is not a bad thing. On the one hand, it expresses a beautiful expectation for the future, and on the other hand, it can
further stabilize the hearts of the people.

" "Alright, I agree." I quickly made a decision and then said to Castro, "Uncle, you know much more about
the specifics than I do, so I'll have to trouble you.

" Castro chuckled and said, "You're too kind, sir. I'll go back and draft a plan, and
then I'll ask you to review it.

" I smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter whether I look at it or not. If you have any questions,
just discuss them with Auntie or Sister Yue. You don't need to report to me anymore."

"Alright, I'll go back now." Castro stood up and said to his granddaughter,
"Little Lin , hurry up and say goodbye to the master, the queen, and Her Highness the princess." Anflin pouted, clearly
reluctant, and stood up to bid farewell to me, Beatrice, and Ziyue. It was obvious she didn't want to leave.

Beatrice smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Castro, please wait a moment. I
get along I'd like her to have a meal here, and I'll send someone to take her home later. What do you think?"

Before her grandfather could answer, Anflin giggled and said, "Aunt Beatrice, thank you."
Having said all that, Castro couldn't object anymore. He just smiled wryly and instructed Anflin, "
You can stay, but don't be naughty, understand?"

Anflin pouted and said, "Okay, Grandpa, you're so long-winded."

Castro shook his head with a wry smile, then greeted us, "Then this old man will take his leave."
After he left, I understood why he had specifically told Anflin not to be naughty—because now she was
showing her true colors. She walked up to me, looking me up and down, making clicking
noises. Even someone as thick-skinned as me felt a little overwhelmed, while the other women watched with amusement,
their faces full of laughter.

"Hey, Miss Anfulin, I don't mind if you keep watching, but—" I finally
couldn't stand Anfulin's "bombardment" of gazes and said with a chuckle, "Let me preface this by saying I don't have anything valuable on me
. If you're hoping to find some treasure on me, you'd better give up now."
The women all giggled. Raine, Yingxue, and Ruyan were all well-bred young ladies, so
they couldn't laugh as freely in front of me as Ziyun, Xiaopei, and Meili. Instead, they covered their mouths with their hands and giggled very
elegantly.

"Hehe, you're really funny." Anfulin was amused by me, looked me up and down, and
shook her head, saying, "I've heard people say how powerful 'Hurricane General' is. I thought he was a tall, strong
man, but he's just a boy about my age. Seeing is believing!" Hearing
this, what could I say? I could only laugh wryly and touch my nose. The women nearly
fainted from laughter, with Luvia clutching her stomach in pain – she was truly exasperated.

Seeing that the person in question remained oblivious, I rubbed my nose and said with a wry
smile
, "So, Miss Anfulin likes tall, strong men? Then I'm destined to disappoint you." A series of giggles followed, and even Lei Yin, Ying Xue, and the others, who had been trying to suppress their laughter, couldn't help but burst out laughing, following in the footsteps of Zi Yun and
Zi Yue , no longer caring about ladylike manners, turning their faces away and giggling.

"Who said I like tall, strong men? Don't talk nonsense!" Anfulin's face flushed red as she
hurriedly protested, "What are you all laughing at?" The women laughed even louder, and Anfulin, somewhat
embarrassed, ran back to Beatrice's side, pouting and pleading for help, "Auntie, they're all bullying me."

Beatrice smiled slightly, patted Anflin's head, and said to Ziyue, Xiaowen, and the others with a smile, "
You naughty older sisters, stop laughing at Xiaolin." Then she turned to Xiaopei and said, "Xiaopei, go to
the kitchen and see when they can eat." Xiaopei responded with a "Yes," and walked towards the kitchen with a smile
.

Ziyue noticed that my gaze kept lingering on Ruyan, Yingxue, and the others, and chuckled, "Weir,
Sister Ruyan, Sister Yingxue, and Sister Leiyin are all my former best friends, and Sister Ruyan was
a famous talented woman in the capital. I'd like them to stay in the palace to help me. What do you think?"

"Oh, that would be great, but it would be hard on you three sisters." I pretended not to see
the and said seriously to Yingxue and the others.

"We wouldn't dare." Leiyin, Yingxue, and Ruyan said politely, it seemed that Ziyue had already told
them . I smiled slightly and was about to speak when suddenly my expression changed, and
I didn't even notice that I had crushed the teacup in my hand. Everyone was stunned and asked in unison, "Will, what's wrong?" "

Will, what's wrong?" Luvia shook my arm,
bringing . I glanced at the anxious women and shook my head, saying, "I'm fine, I just suddenly
received some bad news." Then I looked down at Luvia and said, "Priest Jeromein has passed away.
" No wonder I felt uneasy this morning; something bad had indeed happened. It seems my "
sixth sense" is quite accurate. "

Priest Jeromein? Who is he?" The one who asked this was Beatrice, who of course didn't know who Priest
Jeromein was. Among the people present, besides her
, only Rein, Yingxue, Ruyan, and Anfulin had never heard of Priest Jeromein. Xiaowen, Xiaopei, Ziyue, Ziyun, and
Xiaocui should have heard Luvia tell me about my time on the Azure Dragon Continent and should know about Priest Jeromein
.

Just as Priest Blackno is the only "High Priest" on our Xuanwu Continent,
Priest Jeromein is the only remaining "High Priest" on the Qinglong Continent.
After explaining this to the bewildered Beatrice and Ruyan with a grave expression, Ziyue looked at me and asked, "Will, how did Priest Jeromein die?"

I replied gravely, "It happened last night. The villagers were asleep in the middle of the night when
they suddenly heard a loud bang. When they got up in a panic, they found only a huge crater
where . Priest Jeromein and his house had vanished without a trace.

" "That doesn't mean Priest Jeromein is dead," Sasha couldn't help but say. "Without seeing
Priest Jeromein's body, no one can know what happened to him."

Sasha, what you said isn't without merit, but— I shook my head and said seriously, "
But just during the day, Priest Jerome suddenly said
this : 'Old friend, we humans can't escape the shackles of fate after all.
When you have the chance to see Will, remember to tell him not to forget his promise to this old man.' At the time, Elder Kajelai
felt it was a bit abrupt and strange, but he thought it was just a fleeting feeling and didn't take it too seriously.
Now it seems that Priest Jerome knew his time was coming and was giving Elder Kajelai his final instructions. I closed my eyes, and memories of Rogue Village flashed through my mind
. Who wanted to kill this kind old man? Clearly, Priest Jerome knew something beforehand, but he didn't tell Elder Kajelai. Why was that? 'We humans can't escape the shackles of fate after all'— what kind of message was that sentence trying to convey? Could it be—a slight tremor ran through me, and I felt like understood something." This kind old man, even on his deathbed, reminded me to remember my promise to him.

"How could I forget? I promised him I would bring peace and happiness to this world, and I will definitely do it.
I never imagined that our parting in Rogue Village would be my last meeting with Priest Jeromein. It's truly unbelievable.

Is it really that miraculous? If he could foresee the misfortune that was about to befall him, why didn't he
avoid it sooner?" It was Rein who asked this question, clearly unable to contain her curiosity and disregarding her manners.
Not only Rein, but Yingxue, Ruyan, and Anflin were all staring at me with wide eyes, and even
Beatrice 's face was full of curiosity and suspicion.

Although I didn't know what kind of person the "High Priest" of Blackno on this continent was, I
knew very well about Priest Jeromein. He did indeed have the ability to foresee the future, so I had no doubt that he
could foresee the misfortune that was about to befall him. With a heavy heart, I said, "
Don't forget what Priest Jeromein said to Elder Kajelai—'We humans can't
escape the shackles of fate after all.' He was telling us that this ending was his destiny, one he couldn't escape
.

" The shackles of fate? Who could possibly be targeting Priest Jeromein? The old priest couldn't possibly
have offended anyone, could he? Luvia frowned, muttering to herself.

I think this is definitely murder, and I will find the killer. I clenched my fist and said, "
No matter who he is, I will make him regret it even in death." Unconsciously,
a strong killing intent emanated from me, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop drastically. Sasha and the others could still bear it,
but Beatrice, Anflin, and the others began to tremble uncontrollably, their teeth chattering, as if they had suddenly
fallen into an ice cave. When I saw Ruyan, Anfulin, and the others, pale-faced and trembling,
I snapped out of my daze and smiled apologetically at them, saying, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

The room temperature seemed to return to normal instantly. Beatrice said with lingering fear, "Will, you were really scary
just now , like you suddenly became a different person.

" Anfulin looked at me, still shaken, and stared at me for a while before saying, "No wonder those soldiers were trembling when they heard your
name . That was your true face, 'Hurricane General,' wasn't it? It was terrifying! Such
a strong killing intent! I dare say that even without you lifting a finger, if it had continued any longer, we would have been scared to death. Sister Ruyan,
don't you think?"

Ruyan was probably the calmest of the four guests. Although her face had also been a little pale
, wasn't trembling like Anfulin and Beatrice; instead, she remained remarkably calm. Hearing Anflin's question,
she gave me a deep look, then nodded and said, "Sister Lin, you're absolutely right. We've all
been fortunate enough to witness a master like Lord Will, who can kill with mere killing intent. It's truly an
eye-opener."

"Sister Ruyan, you're too kind. Don't call me Lord Will, just call me Will."
Ruyan's magnanimity impressed me. I said seriously, "But sister, you flatter me too much. I ca
n't accept that." I ventured to ask, but judging from what you said earlier, you seem to have quite a bit of knowledge in martial arts. "

You say I'm being polite, but aren't you being polite to me yourself? From now on, let's all stop
being so polite, okay?" Seeing me nod, Ruyan smiled slightly and said, "But Will, you really overestimate
me. I'm not only a weak woman who knows nothing about martial arts, but I also
lack ." However, I've read some books about martial arts and heard my late father and some uncles and elders
discuss it privately. So, although I haven't personally practiced martial arts, I still know
a little bit about it.

After a pause, Ruyan continued: "To be honest, when I first saw you, I really
couldn't believe you were the 'Hurricane General' who struck fear into the hearts of our Barando Empire army. But after witnessing
the murderous aura you unintentionally revealed just now, I understand how
philosophical the proverb 'A true master doesn't reveal their skills' truly is." Hearing her say this, Anfulin, Leiin, Yingxue, and the others' eyes lit up with admiration,
clearly their opinion of me had risen considerably.

Leiin suddenly interjected: "Sister Yue, Sister Yun, I really admire you. I was trembling with fear just now, but you
acted as if nothing had happened, without even a change in expression.

" Ziyue smiled slightly: "It's nothing, really, because we've spent
quite ."

Yingxue, who had been mostly silent, suddenly spoke up: "Will, I want to ask, weren't you just
talking to us? How did you know about that Priest Jeromein?"

"It's because Brother Will has a special ability to contact relatives thousands of miles away."
Although Luvia's explanation still didn't quite clear to Yingxue and the others, they didn't press further. After explaining,
Luvia looked up at me and asked: "Brother Will, was the person you contacted just now
Sister Lapis?"

"No." I shook my head and looked down at Luvia: "It was your mother." "Your

mother? Did she mention me and my sister to you?" Luvia
asked hurriedly upon hearing that the person who informed me was her mother, the "Elf Queen" Desrui. Seeing her expression, I felt
a warmth in my heart, and the sadness I felt after learning of Priest Jeromein's death seemed to lessen considerably. I
smiled and said: "Of course she did! She said you two haven't come back to see her in so long, and
she'll definitely spank you next time you do."

"Velo...you're so mean...Mother would never say that..." Luvia naturally understood that I was
teasing her, and she pouted playfully. The women present couldn't help but smile knowingly, and the previously heavy atmosphere
was swept away. I smiled and hugged Luvia, then said apologetically to the women, "I was in a bad mood
earlier , and you all had to keep up the same long faces. I'm really sorry." "Alright, now
it's time to welcome the four beautiful ladies. Sister Xiao Pei, tell the kitchen to hurry up." Yingxue,
Ruyan , Anfulin, and Leiyin gave me a look that was both shy and reproachful. Xiaowen, Ziyue, and the others had already
stood up with smiles and helped set the table and serve the dishes. Dinner began in this atmosphere.

The news of Priest Jerome's death remained in everyone's hearts, although everyone tried their best to avoid mentioning it again.
And so on, but the atmosphere at the dinner party was always somewhat awkward. After finally finishing dinner, I
chatted with the four guests for a while longer before apologizing and returning to my room. Not long after, Sasha and
Luvia, the two little girls, quietly entered. Knowing I was in a bad mood, they abandoned their usual
playful antics and silently nestled into my arms, comforting my soul with their soft bodies. "

Brother Will, have you figured out who did it?" Sasha asked softly. She was always so
understanding and often accurately guessed what I was thinking. I couldn't help but lean down and kiss her, saying
gently , "Sasha, you're so sweet, you can even guess what I'm thinking." Although I
can't yet determine who did it, based on Rui's description, the murder of Priestess Jerome
was either done by a powerful figure like a "Grand Magister," or it wasn't even human.

Not human? Luvia tilted her head back, surprised, and asked, "Could it be a demon?

A demon? A god?" I shook my head and said, "No matter who they are, once I find out, I
'll make them pay." Sasha and Luvia remained silent, nestled quietly in my arms.
In the stillness of the night , I held Luvia and Sasha, who were already snoring softly, staring blankly at the ceiling,
unable to sleep. My mind drifted back to Priest Jerome, his voice and smile,
the promises . A kind and wise old man had left us forever, left the land he loved so dearly.
Was this his destiny?

Seeing my distress, Sasha said softly, "Vilgo, let Luvia and I help you rest."
I nodded, and with the help of the two women's small hands, I undressed. Gazing at Sasha's focused and serene face,
a sense of peace filled my heart. Sasha lowered the curtains and climbed onto me, and I smelled her familiar, fresh scent again.

Sasha gazed at me alluringly, slowly unbuttoning her top. I gently grasped her firm, erect
breasts . Sasha leaned down, her delicate red lips kissing my cheek as she loosened her jade belt. I
pulled down all her clothes, and Sasha kissed her way down my face, then removed her lower garments. Just as I was about to sit up,
she pounced on me, whispering sweetly, "Brother Will, let Sasha serve you this time." I smiled and nodded.
Sasha's lips pressed against mine again, our tongues entwined, our saliva flowing freely, reliving the warmth of our earlier encounter.

After a long while, our lips parted, and Sasha began to kiss my skin inch by inch. I lay there comfortably, closing
my eyes to savor the soft, full lips moving against my skin. After what seemed like an eternity, her small hands
finally gripped my large, throbbing penis, gently caressing it. I groaned softly in pleasure, slightly raising my lower abdomen. A thought struck me, and I
said, "Sasha, turn around..." Sasha understood, a hint of shyness in her eyes, but she obediently turned and straddled my head. The vibrant peony blossoms were clearly visible before me, petals still adorned with drops of nectar, their fragrance wafting through the air. I licked the nectar with my tongue, then sucked on the petals. I forcefully parted her deep buttocks, revealing her tender flesh, instantly intensifying the fragrance in the air. I teased her already erect, bright red clitoris with my tongue, while gently scratching her anus with my index finger. I licked and blew on the peony blossoms, while my other hand held and twisted the clitoris . Soon she trembled, and her vulva spurted out a stream of hot, fragrant nectar, splashing onto my hand. I rolled over and pinned Sasha down, holding my hand up to her and laughing, "Look... this is all your nectar... " Sasha breathed softly, her starry eyes half-closed. Hearing this, she opened them and saw my hand was indeed covered in glistening nectar, a blush creeping across her face. Luvia, who had been watching the scene with great interest, could n't help but chuckle, making Sasha even more embarrassed. I brought my index finger to my nose and inhaled deeply, praising, "So fragrant!" Sasha's already flushed face turned crimson, and she squirmed playfully, protesting. I chuckled, leaning back and pulling her onto me, laughing, "Who said they were going to serve me?" Sasha quickly replied, "Sasha was only thinking about enjoying herself, it's Sasha's fault..." I chuckled, "What's wrong with that? My Sasha is the best." Sasha gently twisted her body against me, smiling seductively, "Brother Will is too indulgent with Sasha." I chuckled and said, "If I don't shower you with affection, who will? It's truly rare for a woman to feel that her husband dotes on her too much." Sasha kissed me joyfully, her wet, fragrant pubic hair rubbing against my lower abdomen. Her tender, moist lips touched my hot, throbbing glans, and we both shuddered. Sasha reached down, guiding my penis with her index and middle fingers, and slowly lowered herself to guide it inside her. The large tip parted her sensitive, luscious lips, and the burning, tingling sensation made her heart melt, rendering her momentarily immobile. The sensitive glans was tightly held by two plump, moist, slippery lips, the slightly sticky feeling intoxicating. I closed my eyes and savored it. Gurgling nectar flowed from her parted vulva onto my penis, glistening and white. Sasha paused for a moment, then slowly swallowed my penis. The familiar warmth and moisture enveloped my shaft inch by inch, and my lower body felt as if it had returned to a warm, comforting home. Sasha's brows furrowed slightly, her beautiful eyes closed, her cherry lips parted slightly, and a soft, long moan escaped her throat as she finally pressed the head of my penis against her soft clitoris. I looked down and saw the thick shaft mercilessly forcing open her crimson vulva, her moist, lustful lips parted wide, revealing the erect pearl at the tip, with only a small portion of my penis remaining outside. I gently pushed in a little more, but Sasha let out two weak moans, then leaned over and pressed herself against my chest, saying in a sweet voice, "Brother Will, if you push any harder, you'll reach Sasha's heart." I thrust in a couple more times, then reached down and pinched her pearl, laughing and scolding, "Little girl, move!" Sasha propped herself up, her jade buttocks rising and falling slightly as my penis moved in and out with small movements. Her tightly wrapped flesh rubbed against my penis , and both of us experienced immense pleasure. Her long, beautiful hair fell down to my chest, its fragrance wafting in the air. As the heaving of her buttocks grew more pronounced, Sasha's moans became increasingly cloying, and the squeaking of her gums filled the room. I thrust my lower abdomen in sync with her movements, my hands gripping and kneading her breasts vigorously. Sasha suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, her lower body surging rapidly, her flower spurting out a gush of hot love juice, before collapsing limply against my chest whispering, "Brother Will, this position is so easy to make me happy. " I teased, "It's because you get excited so easily, don't blame the position." Sasha breathed softly in my ear, gently biting my earlobe. I kneaded her breasts, thrusting my lower body forcefully, Sasha's clitoris, now aroused...

With a powerful thrust, she murmured joyfully, then gently breathed warm air into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. She
whispered sweetly, "Brother Will...Sasa...I'm willing to let you...fuck me to death..."

I chuckled wickedly, flipped her over, and began thrusting my penis forcefully. Sasa arched her hips to meet my thrusts,
her delicate arms draped
around my neck, and she said with a wicked, seductive smile, "Brother Will...you're doing it so well...Sasa...it's so beautiful...ah..." I forcefully spread her long, white thighs, letting my glans slide between her labia .
Sasa's sensitive lips and vulva trembled slightly from the stimulation, her vulva releasing glistening love juice,
making her lips and inner thighs glisten beautifully.

I restrained myself, reaching out to pinch Sasa's nipples while letting my glans tease her labia,
occasionally rubbing the shaft between her lips to let her feel the heat and thickness of my penis. Sasha eagerly offered me her tender
paradise, her rosy vulva drooling, fragrant, sticky love juices clinging to her
lower abdomen and thighs—a truly lewd sight. I let my glans probe the vulva, gently thrusting left and right, Sasha's pretty
face flushed with desire. Finally, she couldn't help but whimper, "Brother Will...I want..." With that, Sasha
parted her labia with her index and middle fingers, revealing her bright red, glistening flesh, assuming a welcoming posture.

I swung my hard penis, striking her tender flesh, Sasha trembling with each strike, her vulva
contracting and releasing more love juices. After teasing her for a moment, I forced my painfully hard glans into her narrow opening,
then thrust in forcefully. Our lower abdomens collided with a "smack," and Sasha let out a sigh of relief.

The full, satisfying comfort intoxicated us both. I pressed tightly against her clitoris, burying my face between Sasha's
full, warm breasts, inhaling her familiar scent. The warm, moist flesh inside her vagina writhed around my penis,
becoming increasingly wet even without thrusting. I lay there for a moment, then stood up and withdrew my penis. A soft "sizzle" came from her vaginal opening
, releasing a thick stream of nectar. Sasha groaned in disappointment at the emptiness, reaching down
to search for my penis, saying seductively, "Vilgo... don't tease Sasha..."

I held Sasha's wrist, guiding her to grasp my burning penis. Sasha pulled me towards her honeypot.
I held her slender waist, guiding her into her paradise, then thrusting forcefully. Sasha
cried out in pleasure, twisting her body violently in response, her vagina burning hot. I thrust left and right, pressing my hard glans
against the narrow walls of her vaginal canal, a strange pleasure washing over her.

A moment later, Sasha arched her body and began to climax again, letting out soft moans. I held her slender
waist rubbed my large glans against her constantly
opening and closing clitoris. Sasha trembled with pleasure, her mouth uttering continuous moans and cries of ecstasy. After her afterglow subsided, I pulled a pillow under her buttocks, pressed down on her slender waist, and began to thrust violently. Thick
love juice was drawn out in waves, forming a paste on her bright red vulva, exceptionally erotic and alluring.

I lost count of how long I thrust; Sasha's nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, her eyebrows were furrowed, her small mouth was slightly open, her
bright red tongue gently licking her lips, and she occasionally let out unconscious moans and sighs. Her hands lay limply at her sides, and her full,
firm breasts rippled with my powerful thrusts, her bright red nipples even more vibrant. I held her
in my arms and thrust into her forcefully. Sasha's moans suddenly rose in pitch: "Vilgo... Sasha... So good...
Faster... Sasha... I'm going to die again... Ah... Ah... Sasha... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die...
Ah..."

My penis was tightly enveloped by her hot, wet honey hole, so I had to rotate my hips, letting my large glans and thick
shaft grind and squeeze inside her. Sasha's face was pale, her body trembling violently, and she held me tightly.
I felt a surge of intense pleasure welling up inside me, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust forward with all my might, and my penis , pressing against her clitoris
, ejaculated a large amount of hot semen. Sasha's body trembled uncontrollably, she murmured incoherently,
and then collapsed limply beneath me.

Although Sasha was done, there was still the veritable little vixen, Luvia. Only when I was having wild sex with
them could I relax my unpleasant mood because of Priest Jeromein.
After a fierce and intense battle, Luvia lay limp on the bed, her pink skin
glistening with sweat. Under my tireless onslaught, she followed in Sasha's footsteps, experiencing
countless orgasms before finally "coaxing" me to ejaculate.

Utterly satisfied and utterly exhausted, Sasha and Luvia quickly drifted into a deep sleep.
I, however, didn't fall asleep until almost dawn, waking up at noon on June 1st, 7992 in the Continental Calendar
. Aside from Sasha and Luvia, who stayed by my side constantly, the other women were all busy with their own
affairs . Completely overthrowing a country's existing system and establishing a new one naturally meant
endless tasks. Castro had sent over the plans for the "Rain God Festival" early that morning. Since I
was still asleep, Ziyue had already persuaded me to agree to his arrangements. I sat at the dining table, eating lunch while looking at the program list Castro had prepared for the "Rain God Festival."

One item caught my attention: the "Moya Troupe" was among the invited performers, and would be the grand finale at the palace. Although the "Moya Troupe" had recently gained fame, it was still far inferior to many long-established and large- scale renowned troupes. Therefore, I couldn't help but be surprised that Castro would invite the Moya Troupe to perform at the palace, secretly wondering if he had received some benefits from them. However, I quickly dismissed this thought. From what I knew, Castro was meticulous in his work, possessed strong administrative skills , and was elegant in demeanor, polite in his dealings with others, always wearing a subtle smile, and a meticulously groomed beard, all reflecting his excellent manners. Moreover, he was extremely self-disciplined, adhering to etiquette in everything from daily life and diet to interpersonal relationships. He always maintained a certain distance while being warm towards others, and never had any negative news about him. I recalled something Ziyue once told me: "If Castro were to be corrupt, the Barando Empire would never find another honest and upright official. " Therefore, that thought only flashed through my mind briefly, and I realized that the most likely was the sensational effect of their performance in the square. Moya meticulously crafted...

The play "Beauty and the Kingdom," which she staged, garnered her a large audience and successfully won the hearts and
minds . This demonstrates Moya's shrewdness—she clearly understood my supreme position in the hearts of the
common people, firmly grasped their support and admiration for me, and launched this meaningful
play at the opportune moment, thus earning her the honor of performing in the palace.

June was destined to be an eventful month, both for the Xuanwu Continent and the Qinglong Continent
. Shortly after lunch, Lapis, far away in the Kingdom of Mosby,
informed : the Lanfeng Empire's army had crossed the border this morning and
launched an attack on the Mosby Kingdom's army, officially declaring war on the Mosby Kingdom. The Mosby Kingdom, which had remained aloof, was finally
inevitably drawn into the chaotic torrent of war across the entire Qinglong Continent—a fact that Dean Dante and I
had foreseen when we learned of the death of the Lanfeng Empire's "Grand Magister" Raman.

The war on the Azure Dragon Continent has escalated further, with the six nations divided into two distinct opposing
camps: the Kingdom of Pas, the Kingdom of Jesses, the Kingdom of Mosby, and the Gas Empire form one camp,
while the Lanfeng Empire and the Kingdom of Machia form the other. Lapis also told me that Fiana, Fet, Eliza, Tracy, and
others were preparing to return to their respective countries to unite against the invading army. Lapis reassured
me not to worry, as Fiana and the others each had several sisters accompanying them on their return journey; she was truly thoughtful
. (For details about Fet and Eliza's return to the Kingdom of Jesses, please refer to the side story: The Legend
of the Kingdom .)

News can be good or bad, and events can be good or bad. As evening fell, when three uninvited guests appeared before me,
I was overjoyed, almost unable to believe my eyes. A delicate body, carrying a fragrant breeze, threw herself into my
arms, followed by a fiery kiss: "Brother... Ling'er... I missed you so much..." Yes,
it was that little girl, Shui Ling, accompanied by Crystal and Qin Mei.

"What are you all doing here?" After kissing the three girls, I
asked .

Crystal smiled and explained: "Brother Will, we came with the 'Hoffman Merchant Guild' caravan.
Sister Suya was worried about Ling'er and me, so she asked Sister Qin Mei to come with us." Time
really flies; it's been a month and a half since I left Suya and the others, and more than
two months .

Shui Ling wrapped her arms around my neck and asked sweetly: "Brother, I heard you've met a lot of beautiful sisters. Are they
here?"

I smiled slightly and gently pinched her nose, saying: "Only two are here. I'll introduce them to
you later." As we were talking, Mei Xin and Qian Hui entered with Zi Yue, Xiao Wen, and others, followed by
Lei Yin, Ying Xue, and Ru Yan. The girls naturally exchanged pleasantries upon meeting.

The arrival of Crystal, Shui Ling, and Qin Mei eased my somewhat oppressive mood, so that night, in high
spirits carried the little vixen Shui Ling, and pulled the shy Crystal and Qin Mei back to my
room under everyone's watchful eyes. After placing Shui Ling on the bed, I pretended to greedily scan the three girls in the room, and said with a wicked smile: "Which one of you
will come up and keep me company first?" Qin Mei and Crystal both silently lowered their heads, wanting to speak first, but feeling a little shy.

Shui Ling, on the bed, wrinkled her little nose and giggled: "With brother's licentious personality, it should be more
suitable for you to sleep together, right?"

"Ling'er understands me best." I laughed loudly, and amidst Crystal and Qin Mei's gasps, I pulled them both
onto the bed. In an instant, clothes flew about, revealing glimpses of spring. Looking at Shui Ling's flushed face, I chuckled and said, "
Ling'er , you go first. Let your brother feed you, you greedy little girl." My words made Shui Ling blush and
her heart race, but she was secretly delighted.

Hmm... still so smooth... I lifted Shui Ling's undergarment and caressed her smooth,
almost jade-like skin, my hands moving up and down, making her moan softly without warning.
Her fair and delicate skin was still so smooth, so lovely, and my hands
greedily caressed it, but there were still some places I couldn't reach, causing Shui Ling's slender waist to sway in protest.
My hands then moved towards her most intimate spot, her honeyed orifice, while I had Crystal and Qin Mei, who were watching with blushing faces,
cooperate with my movements, kneading Shui Ling's breasts.

Although Crystal and Qinmei were somewhat shy, both women had made love with me many times before. Upon hearing my command,
they obediently knelt beside Shuiling, their hands simultaneously caressing Shuiling's breasts. However,
Crystal's skills in bed were superior to Qinmei's. Just as I had caressed her breasts, Crystal's comprehension was exceptional, and she was
now applying my techniques to her younger sister, Shuiling, with remarkable skill. Shuiling's erect breasts
changed shape under Crystal's small hands, and the way she gently kneaded and pinched the already hardened nipples
was almost identical to how I had performed them myself.

Compared to Crystal's skillful techniques, Qinmei's were much more clumsy. She only knew one action:
grasping one of Shuiling's breasts with both hands and kneading it back and forth from top to bottom, turning the fair breast a bright red.
However, Qinmei couldn't resist the atmosphere in the room, creating a scene no less erotic than Crystal's.

Shui Ling's body trembled slightly, as if she felt pleasure from my intrusion. Her pubic hair was
distributed in a triangle on her mound, her labia were narrow, and her vulva was full of fluid, as if it was about to drip. Her vulva
was already slippery. I glanced at her mischievously, and Shui Ling's pretty face turned red. She said shyly, "Bad brother...
it's all your fault...you're so naughty..."

I smiled slightly, and placed my fingers between Shui Ling's labia, gently teasing her. Her
fluid gradually increased. My fingers felt the curve of her labia and her full mons pubis. My other hand kneaded her
nipples, and Shui Ling hummed softly: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...

come...lift your leg up..." I made Shui Ling lift her right leg and lie between her legs. Then I parted her labia with
my fingers , revealing her overflowing vulva, and gently kissed it, my tongue lightly teasing her tender
red flesh. Shui Ling couldn't help but moan: "Ah...ah...ah...good brother...you...you...you
're so good at licking...ah...so good..."

Shui Ling trembled, her hands gripping my head. I focused my attention on her clitoris, while my fingers...
Her vulva slid, and Shui Ling twisted her slender waist, her body bending as if she couldn't support herself. She grabbed my
hair tightly, pulling me forcefully between her legs, pleading, "Ah...faster...good
brother...Ling'er...want...want...faster...ah...ah...bad brother...don't tease...Ling'er
..."

I smiled slightly and lay on Shui Ling's exquisite body. Shui Ling hugged me tightly, her wet, soft
tongue pressing into my mouth, kissing me passionately. Her slender fingers grasped my already engorged penis and slowly
guided it into her warm vagina. I lifted her arms and thrust hard, my penis plunging in all the way. I
let out a comfortable groan, and she exhaled a long breath.

I didn't immediately launch a vigorous attack, but quietly lay on Shui Ling's body.
She gently kissed my face, and I simply remained inside her, feeling her tightness, her movements, and
her lubrication. After a long while, Shui Ling cupped my face in her hands, gazing at me affectionately, and said in a sweet voice, "Bad brother...
move a little..."

So I didn't hesitate any longer and began to thrust wildly. Shui Ling's moans
grew louder. She clung tightly to my neck, her snow-white buttocks slowly rotating, twisting in circles, my penis
pressed tightly against her vaginal walls, the hot glans scraping against them, and streams of vaginal fluid flowing out.
Shui Ling twisted her delicate body, letting out sweet moans: "So good... good brother... are you comfortable
... ah... ah... so good..."

I held Shui Ling's waist with both hands, helping her twist, and gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. Shui Ling's buttocks moved back and
forth, my penis going in and out of her vagina, making waves of lewd, fleshy sounds. I supported her
buttocks, letting her move up and down, the friction of our bodies bringing waves of pleasure, leaving Shui Ling's mind
blank .

I relentlessly conquered Shui Ling's tender orifice, pounding until she was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Although it seemed
as if I was forcefully attacking, the flush on Shui Ling's tender body, the pleading in her soft moans and gasps,
the desperate twisting and turning of her slender body to meet my thrusts, and her slender fingers gripping my back with unbearable thirst, all showed that she had
reached the peak of pleasure. Unparalleled pleasure was overwhelming Shui Ling's mind and body, causing her to completely abandon the shyness and
timidity of a pure young girl, offering herself wholeheartedly and passionately enjoying the thrill of lust.

Meanwhile, Crystal and Qin Mei, whom I had no time to pay attention to, watched my passionate
lovemaking with Shui Ling and me with burning eyes. Their breasts were heaving rapidly, and their slender hands were tightly gripping the sheets beneath them. From their
rapid breathing and flushed skin, it was clear that they were enduring the torment of desire, waiting for the
favor that was about to descend upon them.

"So beautiful... ah... good brother... I'm almost... I'm almost dying... ah... oh... you're so strong
... oh... good brother... you're making Ling'er... almost unable to take it... oh..." Shui Ling's panting continued
, although she said she was almost unable to take it, her body's movements did not hesitate at all, instead,
she met my deep attacks even more strongly, happily enjoying my tireless assault. Each of my thrusts
hit the deepest part of Shui Ling's honey hole, the sound was powerful, each sound hitting Crystal and
Qin Mei 's hearts, making them watch with great distress.

"Ah... so beautiful... so beautiful... so wonderful... good brother... um... how
... how can you be so hard... so thick... so powerful... I want... um... I want again... I'm going to
die again... ah... ah... ah... I'm coming... I'm having an orgasm... so good... so... ah... ah...
I can't take it... so good... ah... I'm going to cum..." Under my frenzied attack, Shui Ling had ushered in
her first orgasm of the day.

Shui Ling's entire body went wild. She gripped my shoulders tightly, her full breasts bouncing up and down. She threw her head back,
screaming wildly without restraint. I held her buttocks tightly, and she thrust repeatedly, pressing my glans firmly
against her clitoris. I felt her vagina tighten, and her juices flowed out like a river. Shui Ling trembled violently,
her body going limp, clinging to me, panting heavily.

I lifted Shui Ling's thighs and spread them apart, continuing to thrust violently. The pleasure of my penis swallowing and releasing brought Shui Ling
to repeated orgasms. She braced herself on the bed with both hands, her eyes tightly closed. My penis thrust in and out of her vagina,
turning her tender red flesh inside and out. Shui Ling twisted her body continuously, emitting wanton moans. Sweat
mixed with her juices, flowing from between her legs onto the bed.

Oh...oh...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...good brother...you're too strong...ah...ah
...ah...ah...ah...ah... As my body almost froze, a gush of hot semen finally
erupted . Shui Ling was covered in sweat; she could no longer bear the pampering, her flushed brows filled with
the sweet allure of climax. After a long scream, she collapsed, her
eyes, which had been burning with love and desire, now blank.

I lowered my head and gently kissed Shui Ling's hair, lightly biting her earlobe. She breathed heavily, her breath carrying
a sweet fragrance. I gently and sweetly caressed her delicate, firm breasts, eliciting soft moans from her
. After a tender and loving session, I slowly withdrew my still-erect penis from Shui Ling's honeyed depths and
set my sights on Qin Mei.

I whispered to Crystal to spread Qinmei's pink legs, then slipped between them to
carefully observe this rarely seen beauty. Although Qinmei still retained some
consciousness, her body was already weak and limp, allowing me to approach and explore her most private area.

There, on a raised mound, grew neat, thick pubic hair, beneath which lay her tender pink vulva. Her
deep red labia majora were turned outwards, her labia minora glistening and throbbing slightly. Her clitoris was swollen and erect, and
a clear, transparent fluid flowed slowly down Qinmei's fair thighs, soaking the sheets.

Knowing Qinmei was aroused, I decided to skip the unnecessary foreplay. I raised my head and gazed at Qinmei's
delicate body . A wisp of her flowing black hair draped around her snow-white neck, draped diagonally over her high, white breasts;
her delicately arched eyebrows and large, bright, almond-shaped eyes gazed at me with a watery look. Her small, upturned nose and
glistening red lips seemed to want to devour me whole. Her breasts were full, with bright red nipples,
resembling two symmetrical mountain peaks, with a flat plain below, and her navel looked like a spring.

I couldn't help but swallow hard; my penis was already rock hard. Qinmei stared wide-eyed at
my erect, proud cock. It was so long, easily eight or nine inches; so thick,
too thick to be held in one hand; so strong, with bulging veins and erect barbs. Looking at his face,
beneath thick eyebrows were a pair of bright, piercing eyes; below a straight nose were two beautiful
lips, the corners of which were upturned, and neatly set white teeth, making him even more handsome.

Everything about me stimulated Qinmei's sensitive senses. Her delicate body trembled, her eyes wide, and
she gasped for breath as she stood up from the bed, opening her snow-white arms and throwing herself at me. At the same time, I welcomed the beauty
's embrace. With a soft "Mmm," the two of us were drawn together like magnets, kissing passionately
, embracing swiftly, the sounds of our kisses echoing on our faces, necks, chests, and backs, our
breathing growing increasingly rapid.

Qinmei tightly wrapped one of her jade-like arms around my neck, while her other slender, snow-white hand reached down to my
lower body, grasping my long, thick penis. She could clearly feel
the veins throbbing intensely, the penis bobbing up and down with each throbbing, and her hand couldn't help but gently knead
it.

I immediately felt a scalding heat churning in my lower abdomen, wave after wave, crashing against each
other. I couldn't help but stroke Qinmei's smooth back down, then along her plump buttocks.
Gushes of fluid enhanced the lubrication between her flesh. My two fingers slipped inside, gently
teasing her swollen clitoris. Qinmei couldn't help but let out a captivating moan: "Ah...ah...um...
inside...oh...

" Seeing Qinmei's intense arousal, her thighs flowing like a stream, I
felt I couldn't hold back any longer. With a gentle lift of my strong arms, I laid Qinmei flat on the bed, then leaped
between her legs. Qinmei eagerly parted her legs, presenting me with her wet, glistening vulva, and
grasped my thick penis, guiding it towards her opening.

Qinmei, holding my penis, aimed it at her sticky, moist entrance, thrusting her hips forward. With
a "whoosh," the entire hot, thick penis plunged deep into her core. Kotomi took a deep breath, and then
began to shout excitedly: Ah...so big...so hard...it feels so good...so comfortable...it's killing me
...faster...deeper...ah...so comfortable...it's killing me...

My thick penis thrusts in and out of her honey hole again and again, Kotomi's body twists and turns wildly, her waist
thrusting upwards in rhythm with my penis, welcoming my thrusts. Qinmei's large, almond-shaped eyes gazed wistfully at their
joined bodies, watching her labia being pulled and unfolded by the thrusting of the penis. Her juices seeped from the opening
, and she involuntarily let out a seductive moan: "Ah...ah...so...so beautiful...
good brother...thrust...thrust...faster...ah...so hot...so hard...ah...
again ..."

I looked at Qinmei's flushed face, aroused by desire,
and at my raised eyebrows. A surge of heat rose in both of us, our desire burning even brighter and stronger. We
embraced tightly, sharing another passionate kiss. Qinmei gently placed her tongue in my mouth,
and as I sucked on it, my penis increased its speed, thrusting over a hundred times, deep and relentless
. The rhythmic "slap," "slap" of flesh striking flesh echoed at the junction of the penis and the vagina, accompanied by
heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed, vibrating throughout the entire bedroom. "

Ah...ah...oh...Mi...Mi...Villet...you...you're killing me...yes...good
...ah...harder...yes...right...there...oh...deeper...harder...ah...
so good...it feels so good..." Kotomi cried out wildly, each cry louder than the last, her slender waist
twisting and turning desperately. The penis thrust wildly into her vagina, the tender flesh tightly gripping it.

"Ah...I can't take it anymore...ah..." Kotomi was at her limit, on the verge of climax:
"Ah...good brother...I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm going to cum...ah..."

I felt a thick, hot stream of vaginal fluid gushing out from the depths of Kotomi's honeypot, an indescribable
pleasure spreading from my lower body throughout my entire body. I couldn't help but cry out: "Oh...so good...so good...Kotomi
...I'm going to...give it to you..." As my whole body trembled, a stream of scalding semen shot straight
into the depths of Kotomi's honeypot, scalding her so much that her whole body trembled again, and she let out a soft moan: "Ah...it's burning me...so much
..." Then her delicate body went limp beneath me, her small mouth open, panting softly. "

Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked with a teasing smile, reaching out to pinch Kotomi's nipples. Qinmei let out a soft moan,
then said with a shy smile, "So comfortable... I'm dying... Don't worry about me... Let Crystal... keep you company..."

After settling Qinmei in, Crystal, her pretty face flushed, was ready to welcome me. I gently played with her
extremely perky and elastic breasts, and asked with a smile, "Was the wait long?" Crystal
shook her head shyly. I gently kissed her beautiful eyes, and my hands began to restlessly grasp her small breasts, gently teasing
and caressing them. Under my caresses and teasing, Crystal felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and her honeyed juices began to
seep out. Her body began to writhe restlessly.

I asked with a smile, "Jing'er, is it comfortable?" Crystal mischievously didn't answer, tilting her head back and deliberately making a soft,
kitten- like meow. Her obedient, pretty, and playful appearance aroused my lust, and I couldn't wait to
mount her and have my way with her. But then I decided to tease her a little more, to make her beg me. Qinmei and
Shuiling were both exhausted, slumped weakly on the bed, half-asleep, while Shuijing continued
to moan under my ministrations.

I cradled Shuijing's small, almost palm-sized buttocks, one hand slowly exploring
her honeyed orifice, the other caressing her tongue. Shuijing's eyes were half-closed, her
beautiful eyes half-closed, obediently sucking on my finger, licking and teasing it like a nimble cat. I withdrew my finger and
began to move it across her chest, sliding it across her white, jade-like breasts, teasing her increasingly full mounds.
I sighed softly: "When we met at the inn, could you have imagined this day would come?"

Shuijing grabbed one of her breasts, stuffed it into my hand, and began to wriggle, cooing softly .
"It's all because of you, you shameless guy, insisting on being someone's older brother, hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph." What I love most
about Crystal is her cleverness and wit. While teasing her swollen little nipple, I pulled
my finger, which had been moving inside her honeypot, out and held it in front of her, teasingly saying, "Jing'er, you're really horny, you're so wet
."

Faced with my actions, Crystal's pretty face turned incredibly red, not only her fair ears and pink neck turning bright
red, but her small, snow-white body also blushed and turned fiery red, with large drops of fragrant sweat appearing on her nose. Suddenly,
Crystal groaned and threw herself into my arms, her two jade-like breasts rubbing forcefully against my bare and strong chest,
crying out in a sweet voice, "Good brother... give it to me... Jing'er... can't take it anymore..." At the same time, the inside of her thighs
rubbed forcefully against every part of her body that could be touched, arousing my desire even more.

However, I didn't immediately fulfill her request. I kept her wanting more. Instead of
immediately gently turned Crystal over, making her kneel on the bed.
I lowered my head and teased her honey hole from behind with my tongue, while my hands kneaded her lonely breasts.
The simultaneous attacks from all sides, inside and out, stimulated Crystal's body to the point of ecstasy. She wanted
more of my tenderness and wanted me to penetrate her tongue even deeper. But whenever she arched her buttocks back, wanting to receive
deeper caresses, I deliberately avoided her desires and didn't give her more satisfaction.

Ah...ah...ah...brother...you're so bad...ah...ouch... Crystal finally
couldn't stand this superficial approach anymore. Her body trembled violently, and her honey hole gushed out a large amount of honey. I lifted
Crystal's limp waist, no longer teasing her. My penis penetrated her already soaking wet honey hole and
violently pounded into her tender core without any fancy moves.

"Ah..." Crystal let out a long scream, her hands unable to hold onto the bed any longer. Her slender waist went limp,
and her pretty face fell onto the bed. If it weren't for my hands supporting her from behind, she wouldn't even be able to kneel on the bed. The big, thick
penis seemed to want to pierce and lift her petite body, moving rapidly and relentlessly. The violent thrusting
caused the tender flesh between her petals to sometimes turn over, and sometimes be pushed back in by the penis.

"Ah...ah...good brother...so comfortable
...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...yes...yes...oh...oh...
oh...oh...oh...oh...God...it's...so comfortable...ah...just...like...so good...ah...yes...yes
...harder...ah...ah...ah...ah...harder...ah..." Crystal moaned wildly as she instinctively pushed her hips back.

I thrust even more violently, my pubic bone colliding rapidly with her pretty buttocks, making
crisp "slap, slap, slap" sounds, especially loud in the quiet night. If I hadn't set up a soundproof barrier
outside , the entire palace would probably have been woken up by us. With each of my
fierce thrusts, Crystal's moans grew weaker and weaker: Ah... good brother... you've made Crystal feel
so good... mmm... mmm... good brother... Crystal loves you so much... ah... um... you're
making... Crystal feel so good... so happy... mmm... oh... oh...

ah... ah... yes... just... like this... so good... ah... good brother...
harder ... ah... ah... ah... ah... harder... harder... it feels so good... mmm
... mmm... mmm... ah... At first, Crystal could still moan and groan loudly
for a while, but in less than a quarter of an hour, her body, exhausted from the impact, had become as soft as dough, and her honey hole repeatedly
gushed out honey, scalding the wildly thrusting penis.

I knew Crystal could no longer endure it, so I stopped restraining myself. I rolled her over, placed her jade-like
legs on my shoulders, and thrust deeply, penetrating her deeply. Under the soft light, Crystal's beautiful face was flushed,
and her two firm breasts rose and fell on her
fair
and alluring body. Her long, white legs were wrapped around my waist, and her round buttocks pressed upwards to meet mine. With my vigorous thrusting, her juices were squeezed out from our joined parts, flowing onto the sheets beneath us, the sounds of "splashing" and "splashing" creating a
captivating "soul-stirring melody of the night."

I felt that Crystal was most beautiful and moving during intercourse; she trusted herself and was so fully engaged, her soft
breaths releasing fragrant gasps. Her fair and proud body was endlessly fascinating to me; she was very sensitive, and
her juices flowed quite freely. The tightness and warmth of her honeyed orifice gave me unparalleled pleasure. Crystal opened her eyes, watching
her lover straddling her, thrusting vigorously into her body. His burning hot penis
slid in and out of her honeyed depths with varying speeds, sometimes gently and slowly, causing the walls of her vagina to contract accordingly. A tingling, itchy
sensation making her feel as if her soul was floating in the air.

"Ah...ah...good brother...kiss me..." Crystal cried out excitedly. I lowered my head and kissed her
small mouth. I sensed Crystal's climax was approaching, so I thrust harder, increasing my speed. Crystal
's cries were soft and weak, her body convulsing like a trembling flower, her honeyed depths contracting in waves: "Oh...ah
...good brother...Jing'er...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

I thrust even more violently, Crystal moaning incoherently, her mind and body
seemingly adrift, her body swaying lightly, the pleasure so intense she could barely think. I
increased my speed within Crystal's fiery honeyed depths; I too was about to ejaculate my passion. Crystal's shapely buttocks, still bulging with energy, met my
thrusts, arching upwards in rhythm.

Oh...ah...ah...so hot... I shuddered with each violent thrust, ejaculating freely into Crystal's
honeypot , the heat causing her to release a torrent of vaginal fluid. I remained deeply inside Crystal's honeypot
, motionless, savoring her orgasm. After a long while, Crystal calmed down slightly,
collapsing limply onto the bed, her honeypot trembling occasionally, her fair skin turning pink,
covered a thin layer of fine sweat. Crystal and I quietly embraced, savoring the afterglow of our orgasm.
The grand drama of "Three Heroes Fighting Lu Bu" finally came to a close amidst heavy breathing...

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few days were uneventful, and I threw myself back into my busy official duties, but the women...
They spoil me so much, taking on most of the work for me, leaving only a small portion for me to handle. Even little
Shui Ling hasn't been idle, following Zi Yue and Ru Yan around, learning from them how to do things, making me
feel like the little girl has grown up all of a sudden. From Crystal, I also learned that Chairman Hoffman intends
to entrust her with the management of the Chamber of Commerce in the near future, so she has already begun to learn how to handle its
affairs. Crystal also told me that in the middle of this month, a caravan will depart from here to the Kingdom of Sugili,
and she is preparing to go with the caravan.

Just yesterday, June 3rd, 7992 in the Continental Calendar, the latest news came from the Kingdom of Sugili : the vanguard of the "Fragrance Legion" and a part of the "Rose Legion" have surrounded
the capital city of Sugili, Mitcaluz.
However, the Kuka Empire's strategy was to besiege without attacking, issuing an ultimatum to the Kingdom of
Sugili : surrender by the end of the month, or
the city's nobles would be executed.

Clearly, the Kuka Empire hoped to capture Mitkaruz without bloodshed, aiming to gain the greatest benefit at
the lowest cost. Because
the "Fragrance Legion" and "Rose Legion" had lost a total of 8,000 soldiers during their attack on Titrick
, Sugili's second-largest city, the Kuka Empire's army was not in a hurry for the siege of Mitkaruz, but instead adopted a psychological warfare
strategy.
Since Mitkaruz was now an isolated city, its fall was only a matter of time, and the siege without
attack undoubtedly put immense pressure on the city's inhabitants. Moreover, for the nobles
, surrender offered a chance to survive, while death was certain; this would undoubtedly accelerate
the internal divisions within the Kingdom of Sugili. The strongest fortresses often crumble from within,
a principle well understood by General Piaoxiang of the "Fragrant Legion," who commanded this battle.

Through these past few days of observation, I've discovered that Ruyan is indeed a rare talent; her abilities
are even slightly inferior to Bingqian's, and naturally, none of the women here can compare to her. Ziyun has
told me many stories about Ruyan's past, revealing that this intelligent woman was once
a household name .

Ruyan is the granddaughter of Marquis Kashuen, the former prime minister of the Barando Empire. Her parents died young from illness, and she
was raised by her grandfather, Marquis Kashuen. Ruyan's father was Marquis Kashuen's only son, also a man of considerable talent, but unfortunately,
he died young . From a young age, Ruyan was well-read, possessing knowledge of all walks of life, from astronomy to geography, with a particular fondness for history
and military strategy. She often read late into the night, her books never leaving her hand. Strangely enough, although she loved books more than anything and
read all kinds, she was neither suited for martial arts nor possessed much talent for magic.

Marquis Kashuen doted on his granddaughter, Ruyan, and often advised her not to bury herself in books and become a bookworm.
However, after Ruyan helped him solve several problems, he changed his mind. Afterward,
whenever the old man had a question, he would always return home to consult his granddaughter. Over time, the rumor that Marquis Kashuen
consulted state affairs spread throughout the city of Dragre, and Ruyan became known as
the embodiment of intelligence and wisdom.

Because of her intelligence, her beauty was almost overlooked, but rumors circulated that Ruyan was
among the top five beauties in the capital. Such a talented woman, with such a distinguished family background, naturally had many suitors, most of whom were from prominent
families. These suitors had two main motives: firstly, to use this marriage to enhance their family's prestige;
and secondly to acquire a valuable talent for their families, providing them
with a strategist to navigate the power struggles among various factions. However, Ruyan seemed arrogant and, already twenty, still unwilling to marry. In fact, according to the customs of the Xuanwu
Continent , women usually married before the age of eighteen, and someone of Ruyan's age should already have children.
But she didn't seem to be in a hurry; she was quietly waiting for her Prince Charming to appear, and she finally did.

In comparison, Yingxue and Leiyin, while also quite outstanding young women, were
somewhat inferior to Ruyan. As for Anfulin, she was still just an innocent and naive girl, unaware of the hardships of life.
Ever since her grandfather Castro brought her to the palace that day, Anfulin had been going there every day. Because all the other women
were extremely busy, she often sought out me, who was relatively relaxed, to chat with her and teach her magic
, etc. Just then, I finished a task and was breathing in the fresh air in the garden when she
appeared beside me like a shadow: "Vilgo, what are you doing here?"

"It's Xiaolin. I'm just here to get some fresh air." After spending a few days together, I've
become quite familiar with all four of them, but it's all just joking around; I haven't dared to say anything flirtatious
. This isn't because I've reformed, but entirely because of Ruyan.
While I deeply desire to make a girl as intelligent and beautiful as Ruyan my woman,
a woman with such high standards probably wouldn't appreciate my carefree attitude, and I dare not be presumptuous
.

"Vilgo, let me ask you—" Anfulin suddenly looked up at me and asked, "Do you really think
it's possible to predict a person's fate?"

I was slightly taken aback, not expecting this little girl to ask such a difficult question. The kind face of Priest Jerome Indira
unexpectedly again. I sighed softly, a sense of melancholy washing over me. "If
fate cannot be predicted, then aren't the priests all liars?" I paused, then continued
, "But fate is always shrouded in mist, impossible to see clearly. You can only deduce the unknown by searching for known
clues .

" Anflin lowered her head in thought for a moment, then tilted her head back and asked, "Vilgo, if that's
what you're saying, then isn't everyone's fate predetermined at birth? Does that mean we don't need to do anything and just wait
for fate to arrive?"

I secretly admired her; this little girl knew she was thinking. I smiled and said, "Fate is indeed predetermined
, but it's not immutable. It constantly changes with the mysterious and unpredictable flow of time and space. So-called prophecy
is actually about transcending time and space to see the past and future. The past is naturally irreversible, but what about the future?
Before it becomes a reality, it's hard to say whether it will definitely happen."

Amber was taken aback. "So that means the future is still unpredictable?"

I shook my head slightly, then said seriously, "You could say that, but not entirely.
For example, someone wants to go somewhere, but before setting off, he imagines robbers killing and robbing him along the way, leaving him
beheaded. So he decides to postpone his journey for a few days, and nothing happens. You could say that the future he foresaw
didn't become reality, but in a sense, his foresight was correct. It's just that he
took preventative measures beforehand, preventing what should have been a reality from becoming one. In other words, his
own actions changed his future.

" Amber looked thoughtful, pondering, "So that means, to some extent,
fate can be changed?"

I nodded. "Indeed, you could say that, but only if your power is strong enough, your
predictions about the future are accurate, and you aren't misled by illusions and fall into the traps fate has set for you. As I just said,
fate is hard to see clearly, but most people are indeed powerless in the face of it."

Seeing Amberyn deep in thought, I continued, "I once asked Priest Jerome
what he saw in me, and he told me, 'I can't tell you anything now, lest it
affect your future destiny. Believe in yourself. When you become strong enough, when you cast aside human
ignorance and folly, and truly transcend yourself, your destiny will be clearly revealed before you,
truly in your own hands.'

Seeing Amberyn's puzzled expression, I explained, 'Everyone is intimately connected to nature.
The changes in heaven and earth, the growth of all things, all affect everything about people. Under the moonlight, people feel countless sorrows; when the sun
rises people feel invigorated; green grass shows us the world's vitality. These examples all illustrate that people
are constrained by nature. Only when a person's spiritual strength is strong enough to break free from its influence can destiny be transcended.'
Amberyn lowered her head in thought, perhaps she couldn't fully grasp the philosophy in a short time.

'Vilgo, when did you become a philosopher?'" Ziyun's voice suddenly appeared in my ear,
which didn't surprise me at all, because I had already seen her, Leiyin, Ruyan, and Yingxue
enter the back garden while Anfulin was talking to me. I guessed that the reason they didn't greet us immediately was because
they wanted to hear what Anfulin and I were talking about. I greeted the four of them with a smile: What brings you all here?

Ziyun gave me a charming sidelong glance and said: Are you allowed to rest, but we can't rest for a bit? As she
spoke, she glanced at Anfulin with a grin, and then said slyly: I thought you and Sister Anfulin were
having a romantic chat here, but I didn't expect you to have the mind to discuss such profound issues. It's really
surprising .

Looking at the smiles on Ruyan and the others' faces, I was both amused and exasperated, while Anfulin blushed
and said shyly: Sister Yun, what nonsense are you talking about? If you keep doing this, I won't talk to you anymore.

Okay, okay, okay, I won't say anything, alright? Ziyun chuckled and said, "Sister Anfulin, I
was just joking with you, so please don't be angry anymore."

Whether Anfulin was truly angry or not, only she knew, but judging from her shy expression, it
was probably mostly embarrassment. Besides, she had experienced the girls' and my habit of joking around, so she probably wouldn't be
angry over such a small matter. Perhaps to avoid Ziyun continuing to tease her, Anfulin looked at Ruyan and said, "
Sister Ruyan, why didn't you greet us when you arrived?

You were acting so suspiciously." "We overheard your conversation, which is why we decided not to greet you first. We didn't mean to eavesdrop
. But then again, if we interrupted your conversation, we wouldn't have been able to hear Will's brilliant
arguments." After Ruyan finished speaking, she gave me a deep look, then blushed and fell silent. She seemed unable to look me
in the eye. This was a rare expression on this proud and talented woman, but her shyness made her even more
beautiful and incomparable, leaving me somewhat mesmerized.

"Brother Will, if you keep staring like that, Sister Ruyan is going to melt!"
These words, of course, came from Ziyun, that little brat. Seeing my utterly dejected state, she mischievously
waved her hand in front of me and then said something teasing that made both Ruyan and me blush. Leiyin
, Yingxue, and Anfulin all giggled, while Ruyan's head was already lowered to her chest; her
neck was probably flushed red with embarrassment. I was truly exasperated by Ziyun; she really knew how to be mischievous. Annoyed,
I couldn't help but tap her on the head.

"Ouch…that hurts…" Ziyun jumped away, clutching her head, then grinned smugly at me,
saying, "Feeling guilty now? I guessed right!" "Hehe, I'm not going to be the 'sandwich' here anymore, I'm
leaving!" As she spoke, she winked at Lei Yin and the others. These girls, none of them easily fooled,
quickly said they had other things to do and then ran off with Zi Yun, giggling
. Ru Yan and I were left staring at each other, unsure what to say.

After an awkward silence, Ru Yan and I finally burst into laughter, instantly dispelling the awkwardness
. Although Ru Yan's face still flushed, she wasn't too embarrassed to speak.
She glanced at me shyly and then softly recited: "In countless reincarnations of past lives, I silently waited, silently
watched, following the guidance of fate, crossing countless mountains and rivers, finally appearing before my eyes..."
After saying this, Ru Yan looked up at me. In that instant when our eyes met in the air, I suddenly felt
a profound connection; I instantly understood the meaning
behind .

I reached out and took Ruyan's small hand in mine, gazing at her intently as I asked, "Am I really the
one you've been waiting for, sister?" Without waiting for her reply, I frowned and pondered, "From any perspective,
I shouldn't be your Prince Charming. At best, I'm just a 'Frog Prince.'

" Ruyan chuckled at my words, pulling her hand away and playfully slapping
me, saying coquettishly, "You're always so cheeky! Can't you be serious
for once?" Ruyan's gentle reproach only made her more captivating, and I was completely mesmerized. Feeling a little overwhelmed by my intense gaze,
Ruyan blushed and said, "I'm really speechless! How could I possibly like you?"
"You little pervert?

What's wrong? Are you realizing you've met the wrong person now?" I chuckled, reaching out to pull her close, and
Ruyan's delicate body tumbled into my arms, accompanied by a fragrant breeze. Caught off guard, Ruyan pushed me away in embarrassment and panic
: "What are you doing...put me down..." I wasn't about to listen to her so obediently; on the contrary, my grip
tightened, and Ruyan could only vent her anger on my chest.

"Is this how girls hit each other when they're angry?" I looked down at Ruyan, who was pounding my chest
like a drum, and teased. "Pfft," Ruyan couldn't help but laugh,
giving my chest a playful punch before giving up her futile resistance, and said shyly, "You...you're really
domineering ..."

I smiled slightly, and swiftly kissed her on the lips. Looking at Ruyan, her face flushed, her eyes wide with shock,
still reeling from the surprise attack, I chuckled and nibbled at her ear, "This must
be my first kiss, right?"

Ruyan snapped out of her daze, blushing deeply, and said, "You scoundrel...you actually...stole my...
first kiss..." Seeing my smug smile, she punched me again angrily, scolding, "You scoundrel...
you only know how to bully a poor, lonely girl like me..." As she said the last sentence, Ruyan's eyes suddenly
reddened. I knew she was thinking of her parents who died of illness and her grandfather who was killed by General Hill.

My heart ached, and I hugged Ruyan tighter, softly saying, "Sister Yan, don't be sad anymore.
From now on, let me take care of you. I won't let anyone hurt a single hair on your head. I will love you
for the rest of my life ." Ruyan didn't speak, but simply buried her face tightly in my arms. I whispered in her ear
, "If you don't say anything, then I'll take it as your consent."

Shameless. Ruyan couldn't help but chuckle, giving me a charming sidelong glance before saying
, "If the Goddess of Fate isn't out of her mind, then she must be out of her mind. Otherwise, why would she arrange
such a rogue husband for me?

" "How dare you say the Goddess of Fate is out of her mind? Aren't you afraid of her
punishment ?" I said jokingly.
What was meant as a joke would one day actually come true, making one sigh at the unpredictability of life—much later, when the Goddess of Fate also became a collectible in my harem,
this old story was brought up again. As for the outcome, I'll keep you in suspense for now.

Seeing Ruyan's charming sidelong glance, I dropped my joke and asked seriously, "Sister Yan, tell me,
how could you be so sure that I'm the one you've been waiting for?"

Ruyan pressed her cheek against my chest and said softly, "Because I know a little bit of 'otherworldly' magic.
The moment you appeared before me, I knew you were the one I'd been waiting for." These past few days I've been
secretly observing you, and I'm even more convinced that you're the one fate has arranged for me. Although with my abilities,
I can't see you clearly, I trust my intuition.

Oh, sister, you actually have the ability to "foresee the future"? I'll have to ask you about it then. I didn't expect Ruyan to
have the ability to foresee the future; this makes me quite curious. No wonder she
uttered . Looking at the beautiful woman in my arms, I asked with a smile: Sister,
what exactly did you see?

Ruyan glanced at me, then said softly: Didn't you just tell Anfulin that
by breaking free from the shackles of nature, one can transcend fate? You yourself are that kind of person, so your
fate is entirely in your own hands. No one can see your future, and of course, neither can I.

Sister Yan, you're really something else, you can even see this? To be honest, I
didn't really take Ruyan's "supernatural" magic seriously, but after hearing her say those words, I'm truly
impressed. If it were that Priest Jerome could see through my identity as a "Holy Envoy," I could accept it,
but even Ruyan could see it, which I found somewhat unbelievable.

If only I could see it, perhaps Grandpa wouldn't have died. Ruyan's words left
me bewildered. Seeing my confused expression, Ruyan giggled and said, "Silly boy, my little
skills are useless. I guessed it based on my intuition and the tone and manner of your conversation with Lin
." So she guessed it. But that alone is enough to prove that her title of "talented woman" is
well-deserved.

I chuckled and said, "Sister is a famous talented woman, of course I'm a silly boy in front of you."

Hehe, sweet talk, Sister Ruyan, don't fall for it! Suddenly, Ziyun's voice
came from behind a rockery, followed by the figures of Ziyun, Leiyin, Yingxue, and Anfulin. It turned out that these
four hadn't gone far; they had been hiding and eavesdropping on my conversation with Ruyan. Sigh, it's all my fault for being so
focused on Ruyan that I didn't notice them eavesdropping.

But then again, even if I didn't notice, Yuyi should have, why
didn't she warn me? Just as this thought crossed my mind, I heard Yuyi's giggling voice in my head: "
Brother Will , I'm sorry, I thought you'd already discovered Ziyun and the others, so I didn't warn you.

" "Little girl, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You're deliberately trying to make me look bad, aren't you?" I
said irritably. This little girl is quite the devil; she's probably hoping I'll make a fool of myself.

"Hehe…you saw through me…" Yuyi's giggling voice echoed in my mind: "Brother Will, they're not strangers
anyway , it doesn't matter if they hear. Besides, Sister Ruyan
set a good example for those three girls today; if you just put in a little effort, they'll definitely throw themselves at you." I
shook my head inwardly. This little girl is getting more and more mischievous, but then again, since she came into my life,
it has indeed become much more interesting.

While Yu Yi and I were having our internal dialogue, Ru Yan had already escaped from my arms. Ying Xue, An Fu Lin,
Lei Yin, and Zi Yun had already approached us, grinning and congratulating Ru Yan: "Sister Ru Yan...congratulations...you
...

you...you're so naughty..." Ru Yan blushed deeply and said coquettishly: "You actually...
hide in the shadows...eavesdropping...

" Zi Yun chuckled and said: "We didn't mean to eavesdrop, it's just that things like 'stealing someone's
first kiss' and 'the scoundrel husband arranged by the goddess of fate' accidentally reached our ears."
"

You...you...you're so mean...I...I'm not...talking to you anymore..." Ruyan's
face turned as red as a ripe shrimp. Faced with Ziyun's teasing and the girls' sly smiles, Ruyan was so ashamed she wanted to dig a hole
and disappear. But even if she dug a hole, Ziyun and the others probably wouldn't let her off easily, so Ruyan had no choice but to "flee as the best
of the thirty-six stratagems ," and fled in utter embarrassment.

Volume 8, Chapter 1: Crimson Murderous

Intent. June 5th, 7992 in the Continental Calendar, was the day the former Barando Empire held its annual "Rain God Festival."
The sun shone brightly that day, the sky was high and the clouds were light,

and everyone prayed that the land, after the baptism of war, would be as full of light as this weather. I
believed that this wish would surely come true.

With my approval, the "Rain God Festival" in Delagre City was held as scheduled.

At noon, a procession composed of light cavalry from the Rose Legion circled the city once, then gathered in the Imperial Capital's main
square, forming several square formations,

and waited for my arrival with the surging crowd. Then, I led the officials of Purple Moon, Castro, and the various departments of
Delagre into

the square to participate in the rain god worship ceremony presided over by Dedopa, the former royal priest of the Barando Empire. In my dual capacity as
"Plenipotentiary Envoy" and

"Administrator" of Delagre, I addressed the people of Delagre.

In this rather unusual speech, I first outlined my governing program,
introducing the main

spirit and core content of the "New Policy" to the common people. Then, I devoted considerable time to explaining the ideals I had always pursued, proposing
for the first time

the concept of "peaceful coexistence of all races and building a beautiful homeland," planting the seeds of "equality among all races" in the hearts of the common people. In
later historical records, this

speech was known as the "Declaration of Equality.

" After completing the rain god worship ceremony and the "Declaration of Equality," surrounded by the guards led by Mei Xin, I
warmly

shook hands , occasionally exchanging a few words with smiles, engaging in "zero-distance" contact, and waving to the crowds in the distance
, amidst cheers from the people

. My unprecedented initiatives— military parades, sharing joy with the people, delivering speeches directly to the public, and engaging in equal
contact and face-to-face communication— left people with much to talk about and won me support and endorsement from top to bottom. That evening, at the banquet held in the palace, performance troupes from all over the country put on a series of wonderful shows, a feast for the eyes . After several rounds of drinks, the main performance began. Led by Moya, the actors of the Moya Troupe made their formal appearance. They first lined up and gave a standard curtsy to the assembled officials, then bowed in my direction, and began performing "The Kingdom and the Beauty" on the main hall stage. The actors' brilliant performance, the ornate and poetic language, and the beautiful music brought the banquet to a climax, even more breathtaking than the performance in the square that day, earning rounds of applause and cheers. However, the performance took a sudden and dramatic , shifting from lyrical to erotic, from subtle and delicate to bold and frenzied: Led by Mo Ya , the actresses suddenly began a sensual dance in the hall, leaving the audience stunned. As the melodious tune transformed into a seductive dance, Mo Ya and the actresses shrank off their clothes inch by inch in the swirling movements, until only a thin, barely visible veil remained on their bodies. But the dance didn't end there; Mo Ya, seemingly uninterested, reached her hand to the last piece of her veil, as if about to expose her naked body in the solemn hall. The audience was utterly shocked, completely bewildered by her intentions. A proper performance had suddenly turned into a nude show; although there were many men in the audience, this was far too outrageous. Was it a pre-arranged twist by the Moya Troupe in this performance , a dramatic turn of events leading to a scene of exquisite beauty, or was Moya determined to turn the performance into an unabashed display of lust? Castro, recovering first from his initial shock, immediately slammed his fist on the stage, angrily shouting: "Insolence! This is a sacred place ! How dare you be so disrespectful before my lords!" But Moya did not stop. She continued her graceful and alluring dance, smiling sweetly: "My lords, please do not be alarmed. This is merely a beautiful blessing from the Moya Troupe to Lord Will, not lewdness or blasphemy." With that, she moved closer to me with a captivating smile , her enchanting dance bringing her to my feet. With a gentle lift of her undergarment, she revealed Moya's alluring breasts and pale pink nipples, their movement rising and falling with the swaying of the gauze fabric under the stained-glass lamps of the hall. And then, in the moment of everyone's stunned silence, the unexpected happened. Mo Ya stretched out her hand, and a curved, dark blue . With a flick and a thrust, the sword pierced straight into my chest. The change was sudden and unexpected; murderous intent arose from the midst of romance. Mo Ya's actions were already illogical, and the assassination attempt was even more unusual. Because everything was so bizarre, no one expected it to be a trap. No one could react and could only watch helplessly as their governor was killed in the hall. "Protect the lord—catch the assassin—" The crowd screamed and scattered, and the hall descended into chaos. But Mo Ya's sensation was even stranger. The sword tip didn't feel like it had pierced a human body; it felt like it had struck solid metal. When she looked closely , she realized that the sword tip hadn't pierced a human body, but only the throne behind the afterimage of a figure. Her expression changed drastically. The afterimage vanished, and my physical form suddenly appeared to Mo Ya's right, striking her right side with a punch. But the punch felt like hitting cotton; it had no force whatsoever. Suddenly, Moya's body became supple and boneless, easily deflecting my punch—a punch powerful enough to shatter heavy armor. Moya's body twisted like a water snake, abruptly reversing ninety degrees, her dark blue soft sword curving and thrusting towards me. Honestly, I'd never seen such unconventional swordsmanship before, but it wouldn't kill me easily.

It was that easy. I

didn't intend to attack, but instead slid three feet to the right and back.

At that moment, Mei Li's body was already blocking my way, her long sword extended, and without a word, she
slashed at Mo Ya. The moment Mei Li

drew her sword, wind and thunder suddenly rose in the hall; few in the world could withstand such a fierce attack. But Mo Ya
didn't meet the attack head-on.

Instead, she shifted her body, moving with unpredictable steps, and then suddenly flashed past Mei Li, appearing
before again, her dark blue soft sword thrusting towards me once more

.

The soft sword in Mo Ya's hand seemed to possess an all-pervasive power, just like her movement, able to overcome any
obstacle, instantly slicing into my

left rib. This mysterious woman is truly extraordinary; her swordsmanship is incredibly strange. However, she
encountered me. I acted according to my will,

a sharp wall of wind opening up before me, swirling vacuum wind blades surging forth, but it also
failed to achieve its purpose , because the target had

been lost, and Mo Ya's body suddenly vanished from the brightly lit hall.

Anyone else in this situation would be terrified—
the opponent you're fighting to the death with has suddenly vanished

without a trace ; how could you not panic? And the opponent was waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,
but unfortunately, my performance certainly

disappointed . Suddenly, as if sensing something, I took a step across the hall, and a sword light narrowly missed my
original spot. Thus

began a strange battle in the hall. I constantly dodged and shifted positions, weaving through the gaps in the flurry of sword strikes, while the constantly
disappearing and reappearing sword light relentlessly

advanced. The clash with an unseen opponent was fraught with danger; I always narrowly avoided
each sharp attack. "

Master, let me handle this." Although she knew I would be alright, Chie couldn't help but
take the hit from the "vanished"

Moya for me. I possess the "Mind's Eye," making it impossible for Moya to hide from me; Chie has the "Dark Eagle Eye,"
which can also see through Moya's

invisibility . Therefore, I confidently stepped back, sitting down to watch the battle as if nothing had happened, and waved
for the still somewhat panicked

Castro and the others to sit down as well. Although Castro and the others were still uneasy, seeing that I was out of
danger, they all breathed a sigh

of relief and sat down, wiping the cold sweat from their brows.

Chie, now freed from her seal, was a force to be reckoned with. She moved swiftly to the left, unleashing a sharp sword aura and a burst of
intense sword light. Caught off guard,

Moya's dark blue soft sword was finally forced to meet Chie's fierce and powerful sword light. The dark blue longsword curved and
spiraled, coiling like a snake

around the blue flames flowing in Chie's hand, attempting to block Chie's arrow-like strike.

But the longsword continued its relentless advance, the eerie blue light on its blade suddenly intensifying, unleashing a
furious . The intertwined

dark blue swords suddenly expanded and stretched, reaching their limit before snapping, scattering like petals
. Qianhui

's longsword, like a tiger unleashed from a cape, a dragon broken free, plunged straight in. The woman's agonizing screams and the dull, tearing sound of the blade
piercing flesh were

exceptionally piercing and chilling. Moya's graceful figure reappeared under the dazzling lights.

Moya knelt on the ground, her left hand pressed tightly against her right shoulder, but crimson blood still seeped from between her fingers
, dripping down her jade-like arm.

Her pale face was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, her once beautiful features
contorted . Her gaze towards me

held no hatred, only a detached indifference to life and death. This was the aura of an assassin, resolutely facing the death of
both her enemy and herself. An assassin's

mission is to kill, using their own life as a bargaining chip and the lives of others as a prize. Death is inevitable;
the only difference is the object of death,

nothing more. If there was any special meaning in Moya's gaze, it
was

the lingering doubt that her opponent could completely control her actions.

At this moment, Ruyan, standing with Beatrice and the others, exclaimed in surprise: "Crimson Blood?
You're a Gandharva?

A Gandharva? I've never heard of that name before. Are they some kind of strange race like the Dark Clan?"
From the slightly surprised look in Moya

's eyes as she looked at Ruyan, I knew Ruyan was right.

I took two steps forward toward Moya and said coldly: "Who ordered you to assassinate me?"
Moya 's lips moved slightly,

emitting a series of indistinct sounds. I couldn't hear them clearly, so I frowned and took a few more steps forward. Suddenly,
Mo Ya's eyes blazed brightly.

She leaned forward, lunging forward and crashing into my arms. Her delicate body
hardened like rock, and the

impact felt like being struck by a massive hammer. At the same time, almost without
warning, the ground churned, and

my feet into it. A pair of strange hands emerged from the ground and gripped my feet tightly, rendering me immobile.

The sudden turn of events caused everyone present to gasp in shock. Sasha appeared
beside me like a ghost.

A flash of , followed by a piercing scream, and a torrent of blood gushed from the ground beneath my feet
. The strange hands that had been gripping me released their hold.

Among those present, only Mei Li and a few others could clearly see Sasha's movements; most hadn't even
seen how she drew her sword.

To them, it seemed as if the sword at Sasha's waist had never been drawn.

Moya, who had crashed into my arms, completely ignored the gushing blood and immense pain from my right shoulder.
Her delicate hands gripped my

body tightly, tightening their hold with an overwhelming force that seemed intent on crushing me. I believe that
an ordinary person would have been crushed by that force long ago

, but unfortunately, I am not an ordinary person. Moya seemed to be unleashing her final,
desperate attack. She chanted an ancient

incantation : "Destructive flames from the void, heed the call of my soul—at
the cost of my life, ignite the flame of my life!"

Unleashing the last power of my Gandharva clan, it transformed into a purplish-red light of annihilation, destroying me and
the enemy .
The strangest thing happened: Moya's body turned a bewitching purplish-red, her voluptuous form pressing tightly
against me.

To , the scene of Moya and me entwined was extremely erotic, like a passionate and frenzied embrace between lovers,
but this was

a gentle trap for a brutal death. An energy hotter than fire surged from Moya's body, fiercely scorching my skin.
Moya was using her life essence to fuel

the Five True Fires, burning us to ashes. If this continued, while I wouldn't be harmed, Moya
would certainly be annihilated, body and soul.

Truly the style of an assassin. I sighed inwardly. If I didn't act soon,
Moya would only face certain death. I

uttered a low shout: "Magic Imprisonment—Life Restoration!" With my shout, a soft white light
enveloped us. The red light

around suddenly faded, and the searing heat disappeared. I easily
slid out of Mo Ya's embrace. Seeing that I

was out of didn't hesitate and unleashed a fierce sword move, slashing at Mo Ya's slender neck.

Wait a minute. This was supposed to be my words, but an uninvited guest stole them.
Qian Hui 's sword

stopped in mid-air, staring blankly at the newcomer: It's you? This uninvited guest was none other
than

Ruobing, the girl who had caused such a ruckus at the "Mo Ya Troupe" in the square that day. However, she was still dressed as a boy. Qian Hui's words
also startled her: You know me?

Mo Ya also turned her head at the sound of her voice, glaring fiercely at Ruobing before saying: It's you, you brat?

Ugh, you wicked woman, still so hateful even when you're about to die. Ruobing glared fiercely at Moya, then
turned to me and looked me up and down

before saying with slight surprise, "You're really something, managing to dodge that wicked woman's sneak attack." "Uh,
I have a

grudge . Could I settle it before killing her?"
"She's quite a bold little girl. If someone else

were sitting in my seat, I wonder if she'd be torn to pieces.

" "Insolence! Audacity! Where did this brat come from, daring to speak to an adult like that?" Before I could react
, Castro

and the others were already shouting. I waved my hand, signaling them to calm down, then
gave wink. Qianhui nodded in

understanding, then said to Ruobing, "I know your name is Ruobing. Don't worry, I won't kill her again without your
orders

. Now, could you please step aside?" Ruobing looked completely bewildered, wondering how Qianhui
knew her name. Of course, she wouldn't

suspect that the strange people she encountered that day were us. Moreover, Qianhui spoke very politely, so she didn't say anything more,
gave me a deep look,

and stepped aside.

I glanced at Moya, then turned to Ruyan and said, "Sister Yan, come here for a moment." Ruyan gracefully
walked to my side and softly

asked, "Weir, what do you want me to do?"

"Sister Yan, I just heard you say she's from the Gandharva tribe. Could you explain that to us?" I said, pointing to Moya, who was
slumped on the ground.

Ruyan nodded, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the confused faces of the crowd before settling on Moya .
She said in a deep voice, "The Gandharva

tribe is a branch of the Dark Races. The so-called Dark Races are not a specific term for a single race, nor are they a strict
definition . They generally refer to all

mysterious races unknown to humans, including the Ninja Clan, the Gandharva Clan, the Vampire Clan, etc. These
races are mostly unknown to humans and

have very few members, living in the dark world, hence the general term 'Dark Races.'" So the so-called "
Dark Races" are completely different from Qianhui and the "Dark Clan" they mentioned

. It's just a general term for some mysterious races.

Seeing my admiring gaze, Ruyan blushed slightly and smiled sweetly, saying, "Actually, I don't know
much either. As far as I know, the Ninja

Clan originated in ancient times. It was a
special . Each member possessed

special ninjutsu skills such as stealth, invisibility, and earth-based wind manipulation, as well as powerful finishing moves. They excelled at killing enemies in crowds
and then

disappearing . Later, they were betrayed by the monarch of that country, and most of the organization was killed. The leader of the organization vowed
never to be

subservient he and the few members who escaped founded the Ninja
Clan."

Ruyan paused here, pointing to the bloodied ground, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the person
killed by Sasha

should be a member of the Ninja Clan." Speaking of which, Sasha does have some connection to the Ninja Clan,
since she's also a ninja among the beastmen

. However, the "Ninja Clan" refers to pure humans, which is quite
different .

Ruyan took a breath and continued: In Sanskrit, "Gandharva"
means ethereal, unpredictable, and even magicians

and mirages are called "Gandharva" in Sanskrit. Legend has it that the Gandharva clan is one of the few
races with extremely close ties to the gods, possessing certain

divine bloodlines. Gandharva people are born with powerful magical abilities and ghostly movements,
and they always exude

a fragrant aroma that is imperceptible to mortals. Oh, and one more thing, the blood of the Gandharva people is
purplish-red , which is why I was able

to recognize her so easily.

After listening to Ruyan's introduction, my gaze returned to the slumped Moya on the ground. This was
the second had used "mind reading"—the

first time was when I captured the three Wu Tong sisters. Thinking about it, the two situations really do have many similarities
. As I

thought , I used my "mind-reading" ability to extract information from Moya, and surprisingly, I actually got
the information I wanted. The main hall was momentarily...

Silence fell as everyone waited to see how I would deal with Moya. Seeing me staring at her, Moya
said coldly and impatiently, "

Don't waste your time. I won't tell you anything. Just kill me already! It would be such

a waste to cut off such a beautiful neck." I resumed my usual
carefree smile and said

with a smile . After using "mind reading" to get the information I wanted from Moya, I no longer
had any intention of killing her,

because I knew she was just a pitiful person.

"You—you—you won't kill me?" Moya stared at me blankly, somewhat incredulous. "

That's right, I won't kill you, but of course, I won't let you go so easily." I smiled slightly, looking at
Moya as if

she were my prey. Moya must have sensed it, right? Her pretty face, pale from bleeding
, suddenly flushed

red , and she said angrily, "You—you won't agree to your shameless demands! I'd rather
die!"

I looked up at everyone's eyes. Besides the mocking looks in Zi Yue and the others' eyes, there
was

the kind of "understanding" look unique to men in Castro and the others' eyes. Oh, and then there was
the contempt . It seemed my

image in her eyes had further "deteriorated." "

Are you really sure you can bring yourself to die?" I sat with my legs crossed, looking nonchalant, and
said casually, "

Can't you even leave your sister behind?" This seemingly casual question
stirred

a storm in Mo Ya's heart, who had already resolved to die. She trembled, pointing at me in astonishment, "You—who exactly are you?
How possibly know?" Not only was

she surprised, but everyone except Sasha and Qian Hui was just as astonished. "

Don't you know who I am? As for how I know, I have no obligation to answer you."
I said calmly, then

glanced at her hand clutching her wound and said, "So I advise you to think carefully before deciding whether you want to
live or die." "But

first, let me treat your wound." I said, walking over to Moya, whose expression was complicated
, and crouching down.

A white orb of light formed in my hand. I calmly said, "If you don't want to bleed anymore,
take your hand away.

" Moya looked at me with a complicated expression, and after a long while, finally removed her hand from her wound. I
slowly pressed the orb of light against

the wound on her shoulder. The white orb slowly merged into her body. When the white light disappeared,
Moya's wound

was gone , leaving not a trace on her smooth skin. Castro
and the others, seeing me use magic for the first time, even let out soft

gasps. I pretended not to hear anything, stood up, and turned to walk towards my seat. "

Uh… that…" Moya's greeting made me turn around. Moya looked
at me strangely and said in a

very calm tone, "Can I ask you a question?

" "Go ahead and ask. Answering an assassin's question for the first time is quite an interesting thing, but it must be within my
capabilities."

I smiled slightly and calmly asked,

"How did you and this young lady see through my invisibility technique?" Mo Ya asked, knowing she
was referring to me and Qian Hui. "

You mean Qian Hui? Because she's from the 'Dark Clan,' I'm sure you've heard of 'Dark Eagle Eye,'
right?" Hearing my

answer , Mo Ya couldn't help but turn back to look at
Qian Hui, who was still standing behind her but had already sheathed her sword, her face full of surprise.

Then she turned back and nodded to me. I smiled and continued, "As for me, I didn't see through
your invisibility technique."

"Then why were you able to dodge my thrusts before me, every time..." Mo Ya
asked, even more puzzled. "

The reason is simple. I once said—you smell so good." I looked at Mo Ya's delicate body with an ambiguous gaze
and smiled wickedly.

Of course, I couldn't tell her the whole truth, and what I said was indeed valid. Based on
the fragrance on her, I could indeed know Mo Ya's location without using '

Mind 's Eye,' and naturally, I could avoid her deadly attacks.

"You were that student from that academy that day... I almost brushed past my assassination target that day...
It ... But why

... could you smell the fragrance on me that only gods can detect... Unless you possess divine qualities
... beyond the six senses...

But that 's impossible... absolutely impossible..." Mo Ya said incredulously. I didn't know if she was telling
the truth. Could it be that no one else besides me

could smell her fragrance?

Nothing is impossible in this world, and there is no legend I cannot achieve. I simply brushed it
off, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed

Ruobing's mouth agape in astonishment, as if she had eaten a rotten egg. She must have figured out who
spoke to her last time , and she should also understand why Qianhui knew her name. But honestly, seeing this bold little girl so surprised made me incredibly happy, and I couldn't help but smile slightly at her. Looking at Ruobing's flushed face, I winked smugly, then turned to Mo Ya and said: "I'll give you one night to think it over. Answer me tomorrow, no matter what ." However, let me warn you first, your magic has been sealed away. You're no now. If you're thinking of taking this opportunity to escape or try to ambush me again, I advise you not to even think about it. Saying this, I turned to Chie and said, "Chie, take her away." "Yes." Chie responded, then led the somewhat bewildered Moya towards the back. Moya had already passed by me when she suddenly stopped, turned back to me, and said, "I'll take responsibility for what I've done. Please don't..."

"You're making things difficult for the rest of the troupe.

They have nothing to do with this. Please be lenient and let them go.

You can't even care about your own life or death, yet you want to care about others?" I
said . "How do I know

they're not your accomplices? Even if they aren't, they
can't escape can they?"

After hearing my words, Moya glanced apologetically at the troupe actors surrounded by guards, then sighed
and followed Qianhui quickly

to the back .

I whispered a few instructions to Sasha and Meixin, and then the two directed the guards to take
the actors of the "Moya Troupe" away.

The ninja who had died in the ground was also dug up; it turned out to be a middle-aged man. After the hall returned to normal
, Beatrice, Castro,

Purple Moon, Crystal, Qinmei, Anflin, and others approached me. Beatrice looked at me apologetically and
said, "Will, I was so

scared ! Thank goodness you're alright, otherwise I would have regretted it terribly. I really shouldn't have agreed to hold this '
Rain God Festival,' and I shouldn't have

agreed to invite this 'Moya Troupe' to perform at the palace out of momentary curiosity..."

Before I could say anything, Castro interrupted, "Your Highness, you flatter me. This is
all my fault. I shouldn't have

proposed holding the 'Rain God Festival' and inviting the 'Moya Troupe,' which gave the assassin an opportunity, frightened you, and
almost put you in a dangerous situation—

I deserve to die a thousand deaths, please punish me, Your Highness.

" The guards and department heads around me also knelt down: "We were
negligent , causing you fright

. We are willing to accept punishment and atone with our lives."

I glanced around and saw that even Ziyue and Anfulin were bowing their heads with expressions of shame, and even Luvia,
Nilos, and Shuiling seemed

somewhat uneasy. I couldn't help but smile and say, "Please rise, everyone. This matter has nothing to do with you. The enemy has been plotting for a long time, with meticulous
planning , and unknown

experts were involved. You have all done your best, but even the most thorough precautions cannot prevent accidents. Please don't blame yourselves
too much; we will need your help in the future,

so please don't speak lightly of life and death. It's getting late, let's end the banquet here."

"Thank you for your magnanimity, sir," the guards and department heads said, deeply moved, and then
they took their leave.

Looking at Castro, who still seemed somewhat uneasy, I smiled and said, "Uncle, it's getting late, you should
go back and rest. Don't dwell on this

matter; it really has nothing to do with you." "Think about it," I said, "even in full view of everyone ,
assassins can still infiltrate my

side. Even without this 'Rain God Festival,' couldn't they find another opportunity?"
Castro glanced at me, seemingly

about to say something, but I preemptively said to Anflin beside him, "Auntie, go back
and rest with your grandfather. I'll send someone to take you

back .

" "Okay," Anflin seemed to have suddenly become much more sensible, obediently agreeing, and then said to
Castro , "Grandpa,

Vergo is right, let's go back."

"Sigh..." Castro sighed, then cupped his hands to me and Beatrice, saying, "Then this old man will
take his leave." I

waved, signaling several guards to follow them and escort the grandfather and granddaughter back. After seeing Castro and his granddaughter off,
I said to Beatrice, who was still somewhat sullen

, "Auntie, you should also go back and rest early. I still need to go see those actors."
Seeing Beatrice hesitate, I

smiled and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I won't really kill them all."

"Oh, that puts my mind at ease. You should get some rest too." Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief, gave me a word of advice ,
and then, accompanied by Purple Moon

, headed towards the inner palace. I turned around and looked at Mei Xin, Sasha, Nilos,
Mei Li, Ru Yan, Ying Xue, and Lei Yin beside me, and said, "We should go see those actors too, and see what information

we can get from them . " "Hey, can I come along?" A voice from the side reminded me that I had forgotten someone . I turned my head and saw that the little girl named Ruo Bing was still there. I smiled slightly and said, "Oh, you haven't left yet, little girl?" Ruo Bing blushed and retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm a man, how could I be a little girl ?" "Little girl, why are you deceiving yourself? How could your magic tricks fool me? I knew you were a little girl last time." I smiled slightly and said, "Besides, there probably aren't many , right? It's certainly not better than names like 'Weir,' is it? " Ruobing couldn't help but chuckle and scolded, "You stingy little thing! I only said one thing, and you remember it so clearly." Luvia, Nilos, Melly, and Catherine were all involved that day and naturally understood the whole story . Hearing this, they all giggled. Sasha, Meixin, Shuiling, and the others, although they didn't know exactly what happened, could guess a , so they also showed knowing smiles. " Oh, right, I don't remember owing you a debt, Miss. Why do you look at me like that?" I squinted at Ruobing and said, "Miss, you wouldn't happen to want my head, would you? Let me make it clear, I don't have any spare heads to give you. " Ruobing couldn't help but chuckle, then glared at me fiercely and said, " What would I do with your stinky head? I can't use it as a ball to kick around, can I ?" Sasha, Meixin, and the other girls couldn't help but burst into laughter. I couldn't help but feel a sense of "meeting a worthy opponent" —this little girl's tongue was truly sharp. " Our stinky men's heads are certainly stinky heads, how can they compare to the fragrant head on your shoulder, Miss ?" I said jokingly.

"Miss, you haven't answered my first question yet. Don't try to
distract ; I'm not falling for it.

" "Who wants to distract you?" Ruobing said angrily. "Don't you
know how awful you are? I only

heard rumors from others, but today I saw it with my own eyes, and it's exactly as the rumors say. You
're just bullying girls! You could have killed that wicked woman

today , but you insisted on forcing her to agree to your conditions.
Don't give me any high-sounding

words; I can guess your filthy thoughts. Let me make this clear: even though you've seen through my disguise,
don't try anything funny with me.

I'm not buying it. If you don't believe me, feel free to try."

Hearing Ruobing's threatening words, I could only shake my head and smile bitterly. I didn't expect to be so despicable in her eyes. I
said with a

wry smile, "Miss, you can rest assured. I promise I won't try anything funny with you. I don't want another 'tiger mom' in the house
.

" What? "How dare you call me a 'tigress'! That's outrageous!" Ruobing was
furious , her face

flushed red, and she was about to attack when Ruyan stopped her: "Little sister, you'll have plenty of opportunities to settle scores with Will, and we
won't stop you. But right now

, we have more important business to attend to. Let's go check on the actors of the 'Moya Troupe'." A
fight that was about to break out was averted.

Ruobing glared at me fiercely but let me go for the time being.

Using "mind reading," I checked on each of the "Moya Troupe" actors and found that they
were indeed completely unaware of Moya's identity.

However, I still gleaned two pieces of information from them: first, the ninja was their troupe's manager,
Rice ; second, the troupe's bodyguards

were hired along the way and were currently staying at an inn. After finding out which inn the bodyguards were staying at, I gave a few instructions
to Mei Xin, Sasha, Nilos, Ziyun, Qinmei, and Shuiling, telling them to take down the bodyguards. I had a feeling they weren't good people when I saw them last time. After Mei Xin and Sasha left, only Ruyan, Xiaowen, and I remained. Ruobing had insisted on going with Mei Xin and the others, and I had agreed, knowing that a bold girl like her would sneak off even if I didn't agree. However, Lei Yin and Yingxue weren't to be outdone, using their "ultimate move: girlish coquetry," which I couldn't handle, so I had to agree to let them go too. I hoped nothing would happen to the three of them. " Weir, what do you plan to do with these people?" Ruyan pointed to the actors from the "Moya Troupe" who were being held captive . Their faces were full of unease, clearly still worried that I might harm them. " Sister Xiaowen, give each of them one hundred gold coins. This is their reward for their wonderful performance tonight ." "Let them go after Sister Xin and the others return ," I said with a smile, then turned to the actors and asked, "Is one hundred gold coins enough?" " Enough, enough," one of the bolder actors replied. "We're already grateful that you're not holding us accountable, how could we dare take more of your gold coins? " "Uh, this is your due reward. I can't let you perform for nothing," I said "Take it if you want, unless you think it's too little." "Thank you, sir." These actors, of course, dared not refuse and displease me, quickly thanking me. I waved my hand, indicating they didn't need to. Xiao Wen had already brought a bag of gold coins and distributed them to each of them. Everyone showed a look of surprise, but I could still see a hint of unease in them, which was normal, since they hadn't left yet . About half an hour later, Nilos and the others returned and told me the outcome. The twenty-four bodyguards were all extremely ruthless thieves who had agreed to work as bodyguards because they coveted the "Moya Legion's" wealth. They were all killed on the spot. Mei Xin and Sasha were leading people to clean up the scene, so they wouldn't be back for a while. During the battle, Lei Yin, Ying Xue, and Ruo Bing suffered minor injuries, nothing serious. However, when Lei Yin and Ying Xue saw me, they looked like children who had done something wrong, lowering their heads and not daring to look at me. Naturally, I didn't say anything to them , but instead offered a few words of comfort. As for that little girl Ruo Bing, she wasn't as arrogant as before, clearly realizing the gap between her strength and Sasha's. Since the matter was resolved, there was no need for the people from the "Moya Troupe" to keep them alive any longer, so they were released immediately. Looking at their relief and relief, I couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. If they hadn't encountered me, but someone else, would they have been so lucky? I suddenly deeply realized how much hardship ordinary people have to endure to survive . After finishing everything, it was already late at night. I returned to my room with a strange feeling, only to find Ziyue sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. Seeing me, she quickly came to greet me. I pulled her to sit on the bed and briefly recounted what had happened after she left . Then, I whispered in her ear, "Sister Yue, can you handle coming all alone?" Ziyue blushed and whispered, "You little rascal, you wish! I'm not going to keep you company." "Uh, then what are you doing here, Sister Yue?" I asked, surprised, sensing that Ziyue wasn't joking . Ziyue lowered her voice and whispered, "What happened tonight made Mom feel very guilty . The 'Rain God Festival' and the invitation to the 'Moya Troupe' were only possible because she strongly supported them." "Hey, you little rascal, I've whispered in Mom's ear about you a lot already . I think she really does have feelings for you, and tonight's opportunity is pretty good, don't you think?"

I smiled slightly and said, "So, Sister Yue wants me to go and 'eat' Auntie tonight? Of course, I
have no objection.

" Zi Yue teased, "You agreed so readily, you really are a little lecher." Then she stood up and said
, "It's getting late, I

should go back and rest. Oh, right, you need to hurry up with Ying Xue and the others' affairs too, or you'll regret it if someone else
snatches them ."

"Yes, yes, yes, my good wife." I hugged Zi Yue and kissed her, then saw her out the door.
The next moment, I appeared in front of

Beatrice 's bedroom. Using "Mind's Eye" to look through the door, I couldn't help but exclaim inwardly.
Beatrice was sitting

at the table in her pajamas, staring blankly at the candlelight in front of her, sighing from time to time, as if she had endless
worries .

"Auntie, may I come in?" I gently knocked on the door and asked softly.

"No—" Beatrice's voice was soft and gentle, making one's heart flutter: "It's late, you
should go back and rest

. We can talk about it tomorrow." Beatrice's gentle voice was faint, as if floating in the air, like
spider silk, like the sound of fine rain; you could hardly hear it

if you weren't paying attention. Clearly, Beatrice was afraid to let me into her room, which meant she
already had some idea of my intentions, and she

wasn't confident in herself—not confident she could refuse me.

"Alright, I'll go back then." Although I had just suffered a small setback, how could I
give up ? I pretended to ponder for a

moment before agreeing, and then I started to walk, but my steps were very heavy,
the sound of my feet trembling as I walked, as if I myself

were shaking. I deliberately wanted Beatrice in the room to hear my footsteps as I left. One step,
two steps, three steps, then

a "thump" like something heavy falling to the ground, followed by a soft "ouch." "

Will, what's wrong?" "Are you hurt?" Beatrice heard the commotion from inside the room and instinctively assumed I had been injured
during the attack , which explained why I had stumbled. In her haste, Beatrice, disregarding my barely clothed state, rushed out and saw me getting up from the floor. I quickly stood up, pretending nothing was wrong, but my stiff posture couldn't fool her . "No... I'm fine. It's late, Auntie, you should go back to your room and rest. I can go back by myself." I abruptly turned back, my voice becoming hesitant. Beatrice knew exactly what was going on . In the moonlight, Beatrice wore only a thin undergarment over a light gauze nightgown. Her fair, jade-like skin, as pure as morning dew, was partially revealed, making her even more alluring in , especially her mature and captivating beauty. The saying goes, "A beauty seen under the moon is ten times more alluring," and Beatrice's current appearance was far more than ten times that of an ordinary woman. In my haste, I rushed out of the room. Beatrice wasn't wearing shoes; her bare, slender feet lightly touched the ground, their snow-white curves incredibly beautiful and alluring. Her delicate, frail appearance made her seem like a fairy who might be carried away by the wind at any moment. A pair of soft, boneless, butterfly-wing hands reached out and supported me. Beatrice opened her cherry-like lips, but didn't know what to say. Just as Beatrice's heart was pounding with anxiety, my hand gently touched her wrist—not a caress, but a gentle touch, like a soft breeze, almost imperceptible. " Auntie, why are your hands trembling? Are you feeling a little cold?" Hearing my words, Beatrice 's pretty face flushed red, and she lowered her head, her unadorned hair cascading down, a beauty so captivating that one couldn't look away. Her delicate shyness was more alluring . She nodded slightly, attributing her excitement to the slight chill. For a moment, speechless, Beatrice lowered her head, supporting me as we stood. A slight, tingling, itchy sensation lingered on her wrist, as if an acupoint had been activated. Near the palm of the wrist lies an acupoint specifically for desire; with proper stimulation, it can ignite intense lust. Coupled with my incredibly gentle touch, by the time Beatrice tried to stop me, her desire was already boiling over. Once a long-deprived woman's desire is aroused, it's like a wildfire, impossible to suppress. "No…no…Vell…you…you can't…you can't do this…" Beatrice 's pleading voice was so weak, her jade-like hands, which had slid up her slender arm, so soft and boneless. Her flushed face was ablaze, her body ablaze, radiating a thousand charms of allure; no one wanted to take her denial seriously. This can't go on... Could I really let him...? Beatrice gasped, her mind drifting further and further away from her body . In her dazed state, my hand slipped inside the thin veil, gently kneading her fragrant shoulders. It wasn't forceful, but it was precisely this gentleness and lightness that made Beatrice unable to resist, especially since she didn't really want to. Unconsciously, the two of them were back in the room. Beatrice's bare back was pressed against the sheets , her burning face turned to one side, avoiding my intense gaze. The long-suppressed desire within her had been ignited, burning her entire body with heat, and her weak resistance gradually disappeared, replaced by a gradual opening, allowing my hands to caress her smooth, watery body, pampering and tenderly loving her. That soft, relaxed feeling had already intoxicated her. The small garment slipped down, and Beatrice, her body weak and limp, lay naked on the couch. Suddenly, I waved my left hand, and a gust of wind shot out, igniting the candles on the table. In the dim candlelight, Beatrice, enduring my greedy, burning gaze, felt her whole body heat up, shy and helpless. What was happening with the passage of time? In Beatrice's mind, it felt as if decades had passed, yet dawn had not yet broken . My hands had already roamed over Beatrice's body several times; at first, Beatrice's slender hands tried to resist...

Her defenses , though fragile,

had crumbled like spring snow under my efforts. Beatrice could only suppress
her breath, trying to hold

back . She knew that a single cry would be laced with tenderness and burning desire, tantamount to consenting
to my violation.

But what could she do?

The moment I removed her undergarments, I saw the soft, dampness on her legs, a clear indication of her
aroused desire .

Her defenses had collapsed, and Beatrice now realized the immense power within my seemingly gentle hands
. She wrapped her arms around

my neck, her breath sweet as orchids against his ear, her voice soft and weak, a plea for my
advances.

Auntie…surrenders…Goodwill… Beatrice's jade-like legs were wrapped around my waist, her secret path wide open,
spring tides flowing, the ripe

fruit waiting to be plucked by a willing person: Goodwill…destroy Beatrice…make…make Beatrice…make Beatrice
feel like she’s dying of pleasure…

like the moon and the clouds…Beatrice…um…Beatrice would rather die…die in your hands…ah…

I sealed Beatrice’s crimson lips with mine, sucking them to my heart’s content, my
hands roaming

wildly over her sensitive spots, arousing this long-deprived beauty to the extreme. Her heart was completely open to me, waiting for me to
thrust wildly, to make her feel like she

was floating on air , then she would be completely mine, and my collection would have another mature and beautiful young woman.

Wow…so tight…Although she had already given birth to two daughters, Beatrice’s honey hole was still as
tight as a virgin’s, I had only

inserted half of my penis when I found it difficult to go any further. I wasn't in a rush. Instead, I
stirred my penis around her vagina, and

when I felt it loosen slightly, I thrust straight in, hitting her G-spot.
Beatrice having been celibate for so long

, was overwhelmed by my large member. She felt as if a
thick wooden stake had been driven into her vagina, and she couldn't help

but cry out.

I felt my penis was tightly gripped by Beatrice's vagina, so I decided against immediately using the deep thrusting technique.
Instead, I employed

the "nine shallow, one deep" method, usually used on newly deflowered girls. Beatrice was over forty,
in her prime, and her previously

suppressed desires were fully released. Her vagina gushed forth copious amounts of fluid, and she gradually adapted
to my large penis.

Seeing that Beatrice was comfortable, I increased the pace and intensity of my thrusts. With each
insertion, Beatrice's cherry-like

lips emitted melodious moans, the full, comfortable sensation in her vagina thrilling her.
So I began to

thrust , each insertion penetrating deep into the heart of her honeypot. Beatrice moaned
, "Good Will... don't push against my core

... I can't take it...

okay, whatever Auntie says." I stopped thrusting, leaving only half of my glans inside her. Beatrice
felt a strong sense of loss

wash over her, her body feeling as if it had fallen into an abyss. She murmured, "Will... don't stop...

aren't you afraid of pushing against my core again?" I teased her, and Beatrice couldn't help but beg, "Good Will
... please put it in... please...

even if you push against my core again... it's okay... ah..."

I thrust my hips forward, my penis plunging in fully again, hitting her core, and began to thrust wildly again. I chuckled
, "So Auntie didn't

really not want it, she wanted more." Beatrice blushed, showing a girlish shyness
that stirred my heart. I

couldn't help but tease her, "Auntie, you're so tight, how is it, is it swollen?"

Ah…slower…slower…your penis is so big…oh…so…comfortable…faster
…faster…thrust deeper

… At this moment, Beatrice's emptiness was once again filled by the thick, long penis. She began to be submerged in a vortex of
lust , her body as if

melting into the flames of desire, her small mouth open as she moaned incessantly: Ah…no…no…don't
…stop…ah…

I kept thrusting my penis, frantically pounding it in Beatrice's honey hole. The penis
went in and out of Beatrice's little hole, causing her

pink labia to open and close, the layers of honey flesh inside her honey hole constantly turning under the movement of the penis. I
felt as if my penis was submerged in an

ocean , warm, soft, and greasy, extremely enjoyable. Large swathes of vaginal fluid also
splashed out from the point of their union with the large glans,

soaking a large area of the bed sheet.

My thick, hard penis relentlessly plowed Beatrice's fertile soil, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Her vaginal
fluids flowed freely, and she moaned incessantly

, "Good Ver...oh...I can't take it anymore...ah..." Beatrice was now
almost floating on air from my thrusts,

struggling to keep up. This was understandable; she hadn't been with a man in a long time, and today, with my
intense pounding, it was no surprise she was overwhelmed

.

My enthusiasm was high, and I immediately changed positions, spreading Beatrice's two smooth, white legs wide and lifting them high
, hoisting them onto my

shoulders. I shifted the angle and thrust my penis in again, harder and harder. The sounds of the penis thrusting into her honeypot, the " plop,
plop" sounds of flesh touching

skin and the panting breaths mingled together,
creating a symphony of ecstasy . My hands gripped Beatrice's white, glistening breasts, kneading them vigorously, their shape shifting

constantly in my grasp . The penis thrust in and out rapidly, like a storm pounding against Beatrice's vagina. Beatrice's mind slowly conjured the feeling of being adrift in a tempestuous storm at sea, unable to control her small boat, battered and bruised by the wind. Her vaginal fluids gushed uncontrollably, and Beatrice cried out loudly, "Will...you really...you really know how to...insert...my vagina...Auntie..."

"My little hole...it's about to be...shattered

...I'm going to die...Oh...fuck me to death...

Auntie, do you think I'm really good at fucking?" I teased Beatrice, who shyly scolded, "Little devil
...don't talk nonsense...

it's so embarrassing...

good auntie, will you tell me or not?" I thrust in and out several more times, pressing my large glans tightly against Beatrice's
clitoris , then

stopped thrusting and instead rubbed and swirled it, until Beatrice's clitoris and tender flesh were unbearably itchy, her heart trembling, and she hurriedly
shouted , "I'll tell you...I'll tell you...

you're really good at fucking...my little hole is about to be shattered...I'm going to die..." After saying that,
a blush spread across Beatrice's face,

and she turned her face to the side of the bed in shame.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud, continuing to thrust and rub, grinding back and forth,
making it even rougher. With

"splash," "splash" sounds, I thrust until Beatrice's juices splashed, and she uttered endless moans. The lewd sounds
occasionally reached Beatrice's

ears clearly. Her face flushed, her mind filled with the thought of naked intercourse with her daughter's man. This forbidden
pleasure excited her even more.

And this young man's skills in bed were so high; his penis was so large, thick, and powerful
,

a world apart from the late emperor's small penis. How could she have never known that such captivating pleasure, such intoxicating comfort, such lingering
joy ?

Beatrice smiled coquettishly, moaning happily: "Ah...good...beautiful...good...pleasant...ah
...harder...thrust...

please...um...um...harder...thrust...deeper...ah..." She
thrust her chest and hips with pleasure, twisting and turning

her jade-like buttocks, trying her best to cooperate with my movements, enjoying this pleasurable and uniquely wonderful sensation of being fucked.

"Auntie, do you like my big penis? I'll fuck you every day, okay?" I deliberately
teased Beatrice with lewd words,

wanting to make her completely open her heart. Beatrice arched her back to meet my thrusts, moaning, "Ah...
good... ah... good Will...

Auntie's... little hole waits every day... for you to fuck it... Auntie's... little hole will always... belong only to you
... forever only for you

... for one person to fuck... for one person to play with..."

Hearing this, I thrust even harder. Beatrice naturally arched her back, her jade buttocks swaying
back and

, moaning, "Good Will... Auntie... feels so good... your skills are so good...
ah... your penis... so thick... so

powerful... gripping Auntie's little hole... so tight... so full and wonderful... fucking Auntie... makes
me lose my mind... ah...

um... um... um... Auntie's... little hole... so sore... so tingly... so numb... um...
my flower heart... is all yours..."

…It's all broken up…Quick…Stop a bit…Ah…You little devil…I can't take it anymore…You
…you stop for a moment…I'm

about to …come…Good brother…Beatles really…can't take it anymore…You're truly…my
…nemesis…Ah…

Beatrice finally even called out “Good brother,” but I ignored her and
continued grinding my penis against her already overflowing valley,

the protruding edges of my glans already grinding her peach blossom cave into a muddy mess.

Ah…So…so comfortable… Beatrice's chest heaved rapidly, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy.
A surge of heat flowed from the depths of her honey hole

, her body tensed for a moment, then relaxed completely, the
unparalleled pleasure released between the tension and relaxation was something Beatrice

had never experienced before. Only now did she understand why some people could pursue sex relentlessly and become so
addicted, this kind of joy, this kind of enjoyment,

could indeed make one sink deeper and deeper, unable and unwilling to escape, yet I, who gave her such pleasure, was about to
quietly leave her.

"No...don't go..." Mustering immense courage, Beatrice clung tightly to me, her tongue automatically
searching my bewitching

lips.

I...I wanted to say, "I'm not leaving," but Beatrice's slightly parted, sweet lips had already silenced
me. After a while,

Beatrice finally released me, panting, her eyes gazing at me with a delicate, alluring beauty, her voice soft and gentle
: "If you're only now trying to

shake me off, it's too late. Consider it Beatrice seducing you. Tonight, Beatrice will definitely spend
the night with you.

" Waves of intense pleasure washed over me, a warm current rushing into my depths. I had satisfied
Beatrice thirsty body,

and in doing so, I had possessed her. Beatrice's limbs clung tightly to me, lost in a frenzied, unrestrained dance of passion. After a long while
, Beatrice, now fully conscious

, blushed and said coquettishly, "You...you're such a...little rascal..." Even though I
had left her,

the languid weakness in my body, the lingering touch on her skin, and the traces of male semen seeping from her private parts all
told her that it wasn't a

dream .

"Sister Beatrice, I will cherish you for the rest of my life and never let anyone bully you again." Watching Beatrice bury
her face in the soft pillow,

her hair trembling slightly, I felt an overwhelming tenderness welling up inside me. I leaned down, embracing Beatrice's slender, smooth
back, my tongue parting her flowing

hair and kissing her, slowly tracing her exquisite curves. This beautiful young woman, only forty years old,
had seemed

so ; it seemed she hadn't fully experienced the pleasures of lovemaking before, which made me cherish her even more.

Having just experienced the exhilarating release, I was now gently kissing and licking her back.
The light touch on her slightly sweaty,

pink back was too much for Beatrice to bear; her cherry-like lips quickly released a soft, barely suppressed moan. She arched
her back slightly, burying her face even deeper

, her smooth, black hair trembling and dancing lightly, the sounds drifting between her fingers growing increasingly soft and
sensual.

My hands slid through the gaps in Beatrice's arched back, up to her lower abdomen, my warm palms alone...
As I pressed my penis against her abdomen, Beatrice

trembled violently. Her buttocks were now completely exposed, pressed against my still-
wet penis that had been thrusting so vigorously in her secret place. The wetness

lingered on it. If I wanted to take her to bed again, this position was incredibly convenient.

"No...don't...um..." Beatrice turned her face away, her parted cherry lips barely
able to before they were sealed shut

. I enjoyed her for a while before releasing her, her face flushed. I knew this alluring
young woman was now mine.

To completely destroy her sense of shame, I deliberately teased her, making her body burn with desire.

Ah… Beatrice finally succumbed to her raging lust. She wanted to turn around, to embrace me,
to offer her body completely to him, to let

me vent my desires wildly. But I held her tightly, making
it impossible . She could only beg for mercy:

“Will… good brother… sister gives up… Will… stop teasing sister… while…
while it’s still dark… let’s do it one

more time…” I whispered a few words in her ear. Beatrice was so ashamed she wanted to
crawl into a hole and hide

forever . Normally, she wouldn’t listen to such a shameful request, but how could she not
comply now?

Beatrice shyly straddled me, guiding my penis into her honey hole, assuming a woman-on-top
position. Her face

was as red as nail polish, but the unbearable itching from within her honey hole drove her even more mad. This position, in particular,
allowed the penis

to penetrate , pressing firmly against the depths of her honeypot like a wooden stake. The tingling, numb, and itchy sensation was unbearable, and she
couldn't help but slowly sway her slender waist, moving up and down on

the large penis. Her moans and groans gradually grew louder.

I held Beatrice's slender waist with both hands, letting her vagina move up and down on my penis. Because this
position not only allowed the penis to penetrate deeper, but
also made it easier for her to reach pleasure since she was the one initiating it, Beatrice gradually increased the speed of her movements, and her moans and groans became incessant. Her mind was filled with nothing but the pursuit of
pleasurable lust.
I saw her hands pressed against my

chest , her long, beautiful hair cascading down like clouds, her face flushed and radiant with spring, her body
glistening with fragrant sweat, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her rosy

lips slightly parted as she moaned: "Oh...oh...so good...so comfortable...ah..."

Her juices seeped down the crevice between our bodies onto her fair thighs, and her round, plump buttocks
slapped against my

thighs again and again, making lewd "slap," "slap," "slap" sounds, while my large penis plunged
deep into the very

depths of her honeyed orifice each time. Her breasts bounced and trembled incessantly, dazzling me. I couldn't help but reach out and knead, pinch, and tease
her high, firm breasts , stimulating Beatrice to the point of ecstasy. She moaned incessantly: "Ah... so...beautiful...so...pleasant... mmm...harder...ah...mmm...harder...ah..." Seeing Beatrice's wanton appearance, I couldn't help but sit up, raise my head, and slip my tongue into Beatrice 's cherry-like mouth, intertwining with hers. One hand continued to knead her high, firm breasts, while the other cupped her pink buttocks, my hips thrusting upwards relentlessly . Beatrice's sensitive spots were attacked all over her body, and she finally couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy: "Ah...so good ...so...so comfortable...I...want...I'm coming...I'm done..." A hot stream gushed from the depths of her honeyed cave and poured onto my glans. I resisted the urge to ejaculate, continuing to thrust in and out of Beatrice's honeyed cave . At this moment, Beatrice's face was as vibrant and luscious as a peach blossom, her beautiful eyes gazing at me with seductive allure. Her chest rose and fell with her breath, her sexy, rosy lips parted slightly, emitting soft moans. She was completely paralyzed, limp on top of me, still lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm. Seeing Beatrice's stunning beauty, I became even more excited. I flipped her over and pinned her beneath me again, increasing the speed of my thrusts. A quarter of an hour later, Beatrice climaxed again, but I still showed no sign of ejaculating. Beatrice , unable to bear the onslaught, pleaded softly : "Big...penis...brother...sister...can't...take it...anymore...my little hole is...about to be ...broken ...please...just...cum ...quickly..." Seeing that this mature young woman was indeed unable to withstand the onslaught, I didn't hold back. After a few quick thrusts, my penis spurted violently against her clitoris. Beatrice's face flushed with embarrassment, and she murmured softly, her body limp beneath me . I kissed her slightly parted cherry lips and asked gently, "Sister Beatrice, were you happy?" "Yes." "Sister Beatrice, your request is very simple. I can grant your wish tomorrow." I smiled slightly, and seeing the disbelief in Beatrice's eyes, I explained with a smile, "Sister Beatrice, it's no wonder you don't believe me. Sister Yue and the others will tell you everything later. Tomorrow I will draw a teleportation magic circle somewhere in the palace. After that, you can freely travel between the Mosby Palace, the Ku Palace, and here. You sisters can meet anytime. Isn't my idea good?" Beatrice stared at me with wide eyes and said, "Will, who exactly are you? You wouldn't really be like that assassin Moya said—a god, would you?" I smiled and nodded, "Sister Beatrice guessed correctly. I am indeed a god, and not just any god. I am the 'God of Chaos'." Beatrice gasped, nearly jumping out of bed if I hadn't pinned her down . I leaned down and kissed her, amused, and said, "What's wrong? Did you scare your sister? " Beatrice snapped out of her daze and said shyly, "I was startled. Yue'er and the others must have known right? " I smiled slightly and nodded, "Of course they did. I never hide anything ."

Beatrice reached out and hugged me tightly, whispering, "If I had known you were the God of Chaos, I would
have given myself to you long ago, if you wanted me."

This is exactly what I don't want to see. I gazed at Beatrice beneath me and said, "Sister Beatrice, I hope
you only see me as a

lecherous little rascal and not anything else. My identity is for fulfilling my mission
, not for winning a woman

's heart. So I will never tell a woman my identity before she belongs to me,
because I want her to like me as a person, not my special identity. Sister Beatrice, do you understand?

" I couldn't help but chuckle. "

You naughty brother, why are you still clinging to Mommy's arms now that you're awake?" Ziyun, that little girl, was really
mischievous . She

continued with a giggle, "Hehe, aren't you shy? You're so big and you're still stealing Mommy's milk."
Looking at Beatrice, whose face was flushed with shyness and who wished she could dig a hole and disappear, I was truly at a loss for words.

"Little brat, you woke me from my sweet dreams so early in the morning! What's your punishment?" I grabbed Ziyun and slapped
her little bottom

twice, "Smack, smack!" She cried out, "Ouch, ouch!" This little girl really knows how to
pretend; I knew exactly how much force I used

. I couldn't help but add a little more force, "Smack, smack!" Two more slaps followed. Ziyun
cried : "Good brother

... don't hit me... Yun'er won't do it again... Sister sent me to check... whether you and Mom... are
awake ... It's not my fault

...

Yun'er—you—" Beatrice pointed at Ziyun, her face flushed, extremely embarrassed but unsure
what to say. After a long while,

she said with a shy self-deprecating laugh: "I understand now. From now on, I, as your mother
, have no face left in front of you. I've wasted my time raising you,

this little brat, to mock your mother like this."

"Madam, please don't be shy anymore. We're all in the same boat now." Xiao Cui walked to the bedside with
a smile

and said to Beatrice, "Madam, let me serve you.

Xiao Cui, from now on, you can call me 'sister' in private. Didn't you just say we're all
in the same ?"

Although Beatrice didn't want Xiao Cui's service, she had really climaxed last night and
was still a little weak and sore all over, even her back

hurt. No wonder, it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought; she had indeed been a bit too wild.

A few minutes later, Beatrice was already sitting in front of the bronze mirror, getting ready, with Xiao Cui combing her hair.
I, on the other hand, had started washing up,

while Zi Yun, that little girl, was making the bed. You'd think she'd just do a proper job making the bed, but this little girl
wouldn't . As she made the bed, she

clicked her tongue and exclaimed, "Oh my, last night's battle was really intense! It seems 'old ginger
is spicier'!" Xiao

Cui couldn't help but chuckle, covering her mouth with her hand, while Beatrice blushed and could only keep cursing, "
You brat!" I, having finished washing up,

laughed heartily as I walked out of the room.

Not far away, I bumped into Ruobing, the little girl, now dressed as a girl,
and she was quite attractive. She

was at the budding age, with beautiful short hair, bangs reaching her eyebrows, an oval face
, and a pair of bright, sparkling eyes. Her slightly upturned

lips always seemed to carry a smile that was both delightful and reproachful, making her incredibly charming and clever. She wasn't
tall, but her proportions were near

perfect . Her form-fitting pink dress perfectly showcased her curves and alluring figure,
coupled with her captivating youthful energy. I believe every man standing before her would have his heart race and his blood boil.

"What are you looking at, you little pervert?" Under my intense gaze, Ruobing couldn't bear it any longer, her pretty face
flushing slightly as she playfully scolded me. However, the subtle hint of joy in the corner of her eye did not escape my notice. This is understandable, as
a young girl just beginning to have vivid imaginations, romantic dreams, and budding feelings of love. Being noticed by the opposite sex would naturally give her a sense of satisfaction.

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