Desire Restaurant [Complete] - 1

Chapter 1: Simplicity is Also a Sin

Late at night, the city of Yharnam, having ended its day's hustle and bustle, fell into tranquility.

The lights in the small town gradually went out, until only one detached three-story wooden building remained brightly lit—the most famous restaurant in Yharnam, the Desire Tavern.

The Desire Tavern was famous not for its unique and captivating food and drink, but because its owners were three human women whose beauty even surpassed that of the elves, who were known for their handsome looks.

Indeed, the elves, both men and women, were incredibly beautiful, though perhaps overly refined; these three women, however, possessed not only beauty but also a myriad of allure. It's said that the tabloids of Yanan City once conducted a survey on "Men's Best Sexual Fantasies," and the top three were none other than those three female bosses...

Some lecherous guy in Yanan City somehow made up a rhyme describing those three female bosses: "Tang Jing's breasts, Su Ying's buttocks, Lin Jiayi's jade legs are captivating..."

"Yanxuan..."

From the middle room of the three side-by-side rooms on the top floor, a clear and melodious voice rang out, like a lark's song, yet carrying a languid quality. Any man who heard such a call would likely go weak in the knees and willingly do anything for its owner.

As the voice called, the door to the innermost room on the top floor opened. A man of medium build, slightly overweight, with an extremely ordinary appearance, but possessing two pointed ears, hurriedly stepped out.

"Exhausted, exhausted! These three ladies are making life difficult!" Yanxuan muttered softly, but his steps didn't slow down even slightly because of his complaints.

"Yanxuan..."

"Yanxuan..."

Suddenly, calls came from the other two rooms almost simultaneously. Surprisingly, these two voices were no less captivating than the first; the two short words carried a mesmerizing allure.

Yanxuan stood there, staring at the three doors before him, his face full of embarrassment. He knew that in this situation, no matter which room he entered, he would inevitably be reprimanded by the owners of the other two.

Suddenly, the middle door opened, and a tall, stunningly beautiful blonde woman leaned against the doorway with a charming smile. Her smooth silk nightgown accentuated her curvaceous figure perfectly. She smiled sweetly, and before Yanxuan could react, she reached out and pulled him to the door. As she moved her arm, the loose neckline of her nightgown slipped down, revealing a large expanse of fair, alabaster skin before Yanxuan's eyes… making him dizzy and his whole body heat up.

The blonde beauty seemed quite pleased with the man's dazed expression. She leaned closer, whispering in his ear, "Yanxuan, compared to them, wouldn't you rather serve me?"

The warmth of her breath and the woman's alluring fragrance dazzled Yanxuan. Under such temptation, all he could do was nod in agreement.

"Yanxuan..."

"Yanxuan..."

At that moment, the other two doors opened simultaneously. Two stunningly beautiful women appeared before them, their eyes filled with reproach as they looked at Yanxuan, clearly complaining that their husbands favored their wives. Their looks were unique, but they shared one thing in common: equally sexy figures, and their clothing was undeniably revealing.

Faced with this situation, Yanxuan felt a sudden surge of heat within his body, and as his blood rushed to his head, two streams of viscous liquid flowed from his nose…

Seeing Yanxuan's nosebleed, the three women suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard their breasts heaved as they leaned back and forth. This undoubtedly intensified the temptation, and Yanxuan's nosebleed increased instantly.

The blonde beauty shoved Yanxuan aside, turned around and looked at the other two beauties provocatively, saying triumphantly, "I won today..."

"Sister Tang Jing, are you kidding me! If Sister Lin Jiayi and I hadn't come out, would Yanxuan have gotten a nosebleed so quickly?" The slightly shorter woman with long, flowing black hair standing by the door on the left said coquettishly, then looked at the short-haired beauty on the right and said, "Sister Lin Jiayi, am I right?"

Lin Jiayi looked at her affectionately and nodded, saying, "Su Ying is right."

"Oh... Sister Lin Jiayi, why do you always favor Su Ying? I won't stand for it! I won this time! If you don't believe me, ask Yanxuan!" Tang Jing pouted, her sexy eyes sparkling with a unique light.

Their gazes finally returned to Yanxuan, who, after bleeding from at least a full glass of blood, finally received attention. However, such attention seemed ominous; it was clearly an offense. Yan Xuan, relying on the three women's charity for food, felt a headache coming on.

Yharnam City was quite unique on the continent, a buffer zone between the human and elven empires, a strategic location. Ironically, this environment made it one of the most commercially developed cities during times of peace. However, neither human laws nor elven natural laws applied; the unspoken rules of the dark world prevailed. Adventurers, mercenaries, heinous criminals, thieves—you name it, they were all there. It was also the place with the most advanced and fastest information dissemination.

Here, half-elves like him, with their ordinary, even somewhat ugly, appearance, had extremely low status. Even in the slave market, half-elves were pitifully cheap, and given his "unique" appearance, he was practically fertile material. If these three women hadn't bought him, he would probably have been "disposed of" by the ruthless slave traders long ago.

As the only waiter and the only man in the "Desire" tavern, he not only worked hard but also served as a plaything for these three women. Every day, Yanxuan wondered if his three masters were incredibly bored. Did they spend all their energy thinking of ways to make things more fun for him? In short, ever since he entered this restaurant, their methods of teasing him had been constantly evolving.

And just a month ago, they started this new game. It was a competition to see who could make him bleed from the nose first. To be honest, he really liked this kind of game. He had the chance to play it in his previous life, but unfortunately, this unlucky body of his was really pathetic. He would explode at the slightest provocation. How embarrassing…

Yan Xuan secretly glanced at the three women in front of him, and couldn’t help but wail in his heart: “Other people can become handsome and dashing, become kings and overlords, and be invincible under heaven. Of course, being surrounded by beautiful women is a must. Why is his transmigration so tragic? It’s all that hateful manager’s fault. If he hadn’t urged me to go back to get the documents, I wouldn’t have passed by that construction site… Well, I should blame that careless migrant worker even more! If he hadn’t slipped, he wouldn’t have fallen. And falling is one thing, but did he have to fall on me? Damn it…”

“Yan Xuan, I’m talking to you! Didn’t you hear me!” Tang Jing was very dissatisfied with Yan Xuan’s distraction. She pinched Yan Xuan’s pointed ear with its elven features and shouted sharply.

Yan Xuan snapped back to reality, cursing his bad luck. Of all times to be distracted, why now? What good was wallowing in self-pity now? He had to focus on the present! As the saying goes, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death…

“Yan Xuan, tell me! Did your nosebleed start after you saw me and Sister Lin Jiayi?” Su Ying's temper was noticeably better than Tang Jing's; at least she could maintain a gentle demeanor.

“This…” Yan Xuan took two steps back, looking troubled. He had learned a lot about the three mistresses' personalities during this time. The big boss, Lin Jiayi, was cold and arrogant, but she doted on her two younger sisters. Yan Xuan could tell that if Lin Jiayi hadn't been trying to please her sisters, she probably wouldn't have even glanced at him.

As for the second boss, Tang Jing, she has an extremely fiery temper. When talking to her, you must try to stay at a safe distance, because you might say something that displeases her and she'll throw a punch. The third boss, Su Ying, is a nice woman, with a gentle temperament and mild personality, though she can be a bit childish at times.

"Yan Xuan! Do you want to die?!" Tang Jing shouted, her beautiful eyes burning with anger as she glared at Yan Xuan.

"Forget it! Don't take it so seriously. We were just playing around, why take it so seriously?" Lin Jiayi hurriedly went to Tang Jing's side and said with concern.

"No! I'm going to teach this ugly guy a lesson today!" Tang Jing said angrily.

"Sister Tang Jing, don't be angry, you won, okay?" Su Ying quickly said.

"Yan Xuan! You should go back first!" Lin Jiayi glanced coldly at Yan Xuan and said.

Damn it, it's not my fault I'm ugly. If only plastic surgery were available in this era.

Now was the perfect time to slip away. Clearly, Yan Xuan wasn't stupid; in fact, he was quite clever. After receiving Lin Jiayi's instructions, he quickly bowed and fled as fast as he could…

Chapter Two: The Lecherous Thief

. Women always hold grudges, and Yan Xuan understood this deeply. Since the restaurant opened early that morning, Tang Jing hadn't given him a kind look, always finding fault with him. If Tang Jing hadn't deliberately flaunted her charm and acted innocent and cute in front of the customers who came specifically for her, his not-so-handsome, chubby face would probably have been disfigured.

In this situation, Yan Xuan handled everything with extreme anxiety, working even harder than usual.

"Yan Xuan, add another pot of 'Beauty Fragrance' to table number three on the second floor," Su Ying called out loudly.

Yan Xuan quickly responded, wiped the table beside him clean, and ran upstairs.

The restaurant was doing exceptionally well today; in fact, it was as bustling as ever. Even though the wives of the men in their homes had repeatedly forbidden their husbands from venturing into such a brothel, the truth was clear: men's lustful desires certainly emboldened them, and there were quite a few temptresses among them.

"Oh... Chief Danu, what brings you here today?"

Tang Jing's voice reached Yan Xuan's ears as soon as he stepped onto the second floor. Looking up, he saw Tang Jing holding a wine glass, flitting among the guests like a butterfly, her every move creating a fragrant breeze—truly captivating. The guests, their eyes greedily fixed on Tang Jing's ample breasts and shapely buttocks, seemed to bewitch their souls with every tremor of her body.

Seeing their expressions, Yan Xuan couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, thinking, "Damn, these idiots, if they'd ever seen Tang Jing when she's angry, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets..."

"Beauty Fragrance is here..." Yan Xuan shouted, grabbing the wine and running to table number two. When he saw five unfinished jugs of Beauty Fragrance wine next to the fat man at table number two, he almost burst out laughing. It seemed the restaurant was going to make a fortune today; this sucker caught by three women wouldn't leave until his pockets were emptied.

"Damn it! You're blocking my way!" the fat man yelled, kicking Yan Xuan hard in the butt. Caught off guard, Yan Xuan lurched forward, right in front of him was Tang Jing.

Tang Jing was drinking with another customer; how could she have imagined this turn of events? Before she knew it, Yan Xuan had already grabbed her.

It's hard to say whether Yanxuan was lucky or unlucky. He was lucky to have found himself in Tang Jing's arms, but unlucky because he had run into trouble. Tang Jing already disliked him, and now, who knows what tragic fate awaited Yanxuan.

Yanxuan felt his hands were soft, and he vaguely felt a protrusion in his palms... He instinctively realized that he was holding Tang Jing's breasts, which were so tempting. Unfortunately, although he knew he had to let go, his hands no longer obeyed his will. He gently squeezed, then kneaded, and finally, his chubby hands completely grasped her breasts...

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Outsiders might not have seen it clearly, but Tang Jing, the person involved, could not be wrong. She let out a scream, and her body suddenly burst out with a layer of blue light. Yan Xuan felt a powerful force surge into Tang Jing's body. Before he could react, he was violently slammed into the fat man's table, splattering him with food juice and leaving a mess of cups and plates on the floor…

Everyone on the second floor was stunned. Their astonished gazes quickly shifted from Yan Xuan to Tang Jing. Among those present were martial artists, who clearly witnessed the changes that had just occurred to Tang Jing's body!

Heavens! It was actually Battle Qi!

This beautiful and alluring proprietress was actually a hidden martial artist!

Battle Qi was a level not everyone could reach; it was utterly astonishing.

The guests' intentions were simple: lustful desires, hoping to take advantage of the situation while drinking, to make some verbal advances. But now they realized how dangerous their original thoughts were. If they were to anger this proprietress one day, who knew what fate awaited them?

Tang Jing stood there awkwardly. The fighting spirit she had just unleashed was purely a natural reaction of her body when faced with danger; she was simply too enraged. Since arriving in Yanan City, she had been very adept at concealing her true nature, earning a reputation for stunning beauty. Everyone thought she was just a charming and alluring restaurant owner. But after this commotion, her carefully cultivated image was completely ruined…

The culprit who caused this situation was completely oblivious to the seriousness of the matter. He was rubbing his backside, wiping the soup off his face, and getting up with a puzzled look on his face. He just couldn't understand how he had suddenly experienced a “roller coaster” ride.

Lin Jiayi and Su Ying, who had run upstairs upon hearing the commotion, guessed what had just happened when they saw the scene upstairs. They hurriedly went to Tang Jing's side, pressed close to her, and secretly grabbed her hands. Then, with smiles plastered on their faces, they apologized to the guests upstairs, promised that all the food and drinks for the day would be free, and immediately pulled Tang Jing back downstairs.

As Tang Jing walked past Yan Xuan, she stomped hard on his foot, causing him to wince in pain and almost scream. However, when his gaze inadvertently swept over Tang Jing's breasts, his mind immediately calmed down. He saw two very clear, dirty handprints on Tang Jing's chest. "To die under a peony flower, even as a ghost, is still romantic..."

After such a farce, most of the guests had no intention of staying any longer, and before long, the Desire Restaurant closed before sunset for the first time.

Night.

Yan Xuan lay on the cold, hard bed, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the "storm." After closing time, three women had entered the room and hadn't left since. In the eerie atmosphere, Yan Xuan realized he had truly caused a great disaster.

Waiting was the hardest part. Yanxuan tossed and turned, imagining countless ways Tang Jing would treat him. The methods varied, but the ending was always the same: he would die a horrible death! "

Since ancient times, who has not died? Let my loyal heart shine..." Yanxuan stared silently at the rooftop. In this desolate world, he could only look after himself. His parents, he was an unfilial son, failing to seize this one-in-a-million chance to travel through time. He hoped that after this death, he could travel back in time. May Buddha protect him, and may even Erlang Shen grant him some favor...

After a while, Yanxuan simply jumped out of bed, opened the window, and let the cold wind rush in and blow against his face. His past life of mediocrity and his current life as a slave alternated in his thoughts. He had no doubt about Tang Jing's temper. In this era where masters could arbitrarily execute slaves, he didn't even dare to dream that after Tang Jing beat him to death, some "police" would investigate his death.

In this world, his life was just a speck of dust; when it was gone with the wind, no one would bother to look for him anymore. Knowing this would be his fate, he might as well have lived a more unrestrained life.

Suddenly, he saw a flash of red light not far away. The light was fleeting, but in that brief moment, it was incredibly blinding.

Suddenly, a dark figure rushed towards him. Before Yanxuan could react, he felt a heavy object slam him to the ground. Intense pain surged through every cell of his body, and his mind went blank for a moment. At that moment, Yanxuan wanted to scream to the heavens, "God! What kind of fate do I have?! In my past life, I was crushed to death, and in this life, I'm..."

After a long while, Yanxuan finally caught his breath.

He felt the heavy object on top of him move slightly, and a small voice murmured in his ear, "Water... water..."

Yanxuan froze, using the last of his strength to flip himself up and sprang to the wall at lightning speed.

"Brother, you've entered the wrong room, thank goodness! I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything." A wise man doesn't fight when he's at a disadvantage. Everyone here is a "strongman," so begging for mercy is the only way.

After a long silence, his courage grew. In the dim light, Yan Xuan was astonished to find a woman on the ground, and... so beautiful, so alluring! A true beauty!

The woman wore a tight black dress, petite yet unusually mature, though her face was pale. Between her eyebrows was a spider tattoo the size of half a fingernail, blood-red in color; without close inspection, it looked like a beautiful cinnabar mole.

"Water..." the woman's chapped lips moved with difficulty. Yan Xuan

instinctively

ran to the bucket, scooped up a cup of water, and brought it to her. He lifted the woman's upper body and slowly fed her the water. After the movement, the animal hide covering the woman's body loosened. As Yan Xuan prepared to gently place her on the ground, the hide on her chest completely "shifted territory," and a pair of full, white breasts sprang out like rabbits.

Previously, while the three women had used methods of slightly revealing their bodies to tease Yan Xuan, they had only ever shown a few thighs or arms. To be able to appreciate a woman's body "uncensored," especially such a crucial part, and that part was so perfectly alluring, was a first for Yan Xuan.

Watching the two breasts tremble slightly with the woman's breath, and the two tempting rosy nipples, Yan Xuan's mind was filled with a flurry of thoughts. The pornographic films he had seen in his past life, and the endless "censored" seductive scenes with the three female bosses in this life, all flashed through his mind.

Touch... Yan Xuan was almost driven mad by this sudden thought. Damn it, whether he could even survive tonight was a question, what was he afraid of!

He trembled as he slowly reached out his hand… The unconscious woman was clearly powerless to resist, her body twisting slightly in pain, which only fueled Yan Xuan's desire. Her breasts, not large but unusually firm, fell into his grasp. He could clearly feel his own rapid breathing. The woman before him was so alluring, her pain evoked a tenderness, and now all of that transformed into a desire to crush her.

Yan Xuan slowly tore off her clothes, suppressing the urge to pounce on her and rape her. Slowly, her perfect upper body was revealed before him, and another wicked thought surfaced. His hand trembled as he slipped inside her hem. The unconscious woman instinctively clenched her legs. No, she couldn't bear it any longer. Yan Xuan forcefully spread her legs apart.

Suddenly, footsteps reached Yan Xuan's ears. His body jolted, and his desire instantly turned into a cold sweat. He glanced at the alluring, half-naked woman on the floor, then at the door. He swallowed hard, quickly dragged the woman off the bed, and jumped onto the bed, feigning innocence as he looked at the doorway.

The door was flung open, and Tang Jing stood there, holding a black wine jug, her face grim.

Yan Xuan was puzzled. In his imagination, Tang Jing should at least be carrying a large kitchen knife, which would be more in line with her personality. A wine jug? Was she trying to get him drunk to death?

In fact, Yan Xuan's greatest enjoyment at this restaurant was sneaking into the wine cellar late at night to enjoy a good drink and savor the tipsy feeling. After so long, Yan Xuan's alcohol tolerance, while not that of a heavy drinker, was at least respectable. So, when he saw Tang Jing's pot of wine, he felt a sense of relief. Even if the wine was poisoned, at least he could die a more enjoyable death, which was far better than being crushed to death by migrant workers in his previous life.

Thinking of this, Yan Xuan's mood immediately eased, and his face showed a kind of resolute acceptance of death.

Tang Jing couldn't help but feel strange. She had thought of a brilliant way to punish this despicable guy, at least to make him wish he were dead, to vent her anger. Unexpectedly, when she walked in and saw the expression on Yan Xuan's face, she suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity. She couldn't pinpoint where it was, but his eyes were strange, with a penetrating quality.

However, the hot-tempered Tang Jing was enraged again when she saw the nonchalant smile on Yan Xuan's lips. In her eyes, this despicable bastard was clearly provoking her! Did he think she wouldn't dare to kill him?

Tang Jing's anger intensified. People say that extreme anger can turn into laughter, and that perfectly described her expression. Her smile blossomed like a flower, and this cold woman's smile actually brought a touch of warmth to the chilly room.

"Come on, Yanxuan, be good, drink the wine," Tang Jing said with a smile, holding the wine jug in front of Yanxuan, her eyes filled with danger. Refusing would only lead to a more tragic end.

Yanxuan knew this too, and without hesitation, he took the wine and gulped it down. "Damn, this is good wine!" he thought.

Then he closed his eyes, waiting for the poison to take effect, silently chanting the ultimate incantation—"Transmigration, transmigration, transmigration."

Tang Jing's eyes widened as she weighed the empty wine jug in her hand, feeling utterly disappointed. She had thought Yanxuan would beg for mercy, or at least not drink it willingly, so she could force him to drink it, deriving a different kind of vengeful pleasure from the process. Even that would be acceptable.

"Yanxuan, do you know what you just drank?" Tang Jing tried her best to smile gently. In the books she had read, those ruthless and powerful women always smiled when they killed, and Tang Jing thought it was cool.

Yanxuan shook his head. He had already drunk the wine and was prepared for the worst. When a person decides to die, death itself isn't so scary.

"Hehe... This is a 'Beauty Fragrance' infused with a powerful aphrodisiac... See how good I am to you? You were so rude to me, and I still gave you wine. Don't you like nosebleeds? Today I'll see just how much blood you can bleed..." Tang Jing said with a laugh.

As soon as Tang Jing finished speaking, Yan Xuan felt a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen, which quickly spread to every cell in his body. Everything before his eyes became blurry and hazy, and his intense desire made his lower body swell up as if it were about to explode...

Looking at Yan Xuan, whose face instantly turned as red as blood, Tang Jing felt an unprecedented sense of accomplishment. To her, this was both an experiment on a woman's curiosity about male physiology and a way for her to vent her anger.

Tang Jing smiled seductively and leaned closer to Yan Xuan, gently stroking his burning cheek. Slowly, she moved her hand down, touching Yan Xuan's thick chest and loose belly. Finally, Tang Jing bit her lip and tentatively grasped Yan Xuan's erect penis.

A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Jing's eyes, and a surge of heat rose within her. She cursed under her breath and prepared to leave.

Tang Jing's touch was like a bucket of oil poured onto Yan Xuan's already burning lust. The flames of desire burned away any remaining rationality in Yan Xuan. He grabbed Tang Jing and pulled her into his arms. Tang Jing had clearly underestimated the strength of a man in heat and was caught in his embrace. One of Yan Xuan's hands held Tang Jing's waist, while the other searched for an entrance. He didn't wait any longer and directly penetrated Tang Jing's legs, attacking her forbidden area. Tang Jing, being a martial artist, managed to clamp Yan Xuan's hand between her legs, but Yan Xuan seized the opportunity to kiss her red lips. Although Tang Jing turned her head in time, her face was still kissed by Yan Xuan's large mouth.

A cyan light slammed into Yan Xuan's chest like a solid object, sending his obese body flying backward and crashing solidly into the wall.

Whether it was Yan Xuan's strong physique or Tang Jing's deliberate leniency for fun, after Yan Xuan caught his breath on the ground, he stood up again and pounced on her like a hungry wolf.

"Damn you, daring to take advantage of me! Hmph, consider this your farewell gift!" Tang Jing wiped her face with disgust, then turned and left the room, slamming the door shut.

Yan Xuan slammed his head against the door, immediately feeling dizzy and falling to the ground again, but the impact cleared his head a bit...

When his body rolled to the edge of the bed, two mounds of white, jade-like breasts came into his view. Those two alluring rosy points were like two sweet and delicious cherries, tempting this man on the verge of dying of thirst.

Chapter Four: Paradise on Earth

Yan Xuan struggled to his feet, pulled the unconscious woman out from under the bed, and used both hands to grope her. In an instant, the animal skins on the woman's body were scattered messily on the ground.

Perhaps Yan Xuan's actions were too rough, for the woman actually opened her eyes while unconscious. When she saw Yan Xuan's eyes gleaming with the light of a trapped beast, she couldn't help but gasp, and the red spider tattoo between her brows, like a cinnabar mole, emitted a blood-red light. The light only reached a fraction of an inch before she groaned, her alluring face contorted in pain, and the blood-red light vanished.

Yan Xuan, blinded by lust, was completely unaware of the change. He simply straightened the woman's body, his hands roughly kneading her flesh, her soft, alluring breasts changing into various lewd shapes under his rough hands…

Finally, the frail woman's body was completely stripped naked, her white skin still bearing traces of red marks left by his force. That tender expanse assaulted Yan Xuan's mind; he couldn't control his body, couldn't control his desire, but his mind remained clear. It was the legendary ultimate beauty for men—a white tiger—even death would be worthwhile.

The elven woman retreated in fear, but Yan Xuan grabbed her white, jade-like feet and dragged her back forcefully. Spreading her legs, Yan Xuan's hand pressed against her most tender and precious place.

*Boom*... He couldn't resist any longer. Even death would be worth it; it was all just a dream!

"No, no, let me go! I'll give you anything!" The elven beauty's slight struggle only amplified Yan Xuan's pleasure.

He could no longer control himself, pressing the petite elf beneath him. Her smooth, exquisite lower body allowed him to instantly find the entrance to her secret realm. *Boom*...

Halfway in, the elf beneath him convulsed in pain. Yan Xuan himself gasped, his mind surprisingly clearer. A chilling sensation flowed from their point of connection into his body.

...It was so tight. I'd heard elven women were incredibly tight down there, but seeing is believing. It was so tight he could barely move, but giving up halfway was too late. Yanxuan held the struggling elf firmly, thrusting with all his might, penetrating her warm, moist place completely. The delicate elf fainted from the pain, blood trickling out, the spider mark on her forehead glowing faintly red.

At that moment, Yanxuan was oblivious to all this; all he could feel were waves of pleasure. He was completely immobile, gradually adapting to the tightness, and began to move. Each thrust was a soul-stirring experience; this was probably what paradise felt like. His hands weren't idle either; every inch of the elf was so alluring.

In his haphazard actions, the slightly awakened woman's breathing became rapid. Her eyes held a complex mix of fear and desire. Her petite body began to writhe, and finally, she bit her lip, moaning softly as she responded to Yanxuan's frenzy.

The woman frowned slightly, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes… Gradually, Yan Xuan's thrusts seemed to ignite a resonance of desire within her. She slowly raised her legs, wrapping them around Yan Xuan's waist, moaning and swaying with each thrust. Her exquisite body was like a lone boat in the wind, tossed about in the storm Yan Xuan was giving her. Gasps

, the sounds of flesh colliding, moans of pleasure… all mingled together, filling the cold, small room with an atmosphere of debauchery.

"Hahaha, beauty, how is it? Doesn't it feel good to be fucked like this?" Yan Xuan thrust violently again, the contact of their bodies producing a slapping sound. Suddenly, the elven woman arched her hips to meet Yan Xuan's thrusts. Her serpentine body writhed and twisted beneath Yanxuan's. Sometime later, Yanxuan had untied her hands, and she used her long arms and legs to tightly lock them around his neck and waist. She pressed Yanxuan's head firmly against her chest, and as Yanxuan gently bit her erect nipples, she cried out in a high-pitched moan. Seeing that

the time was ripe, Yanxuan launched into a second, more intense thrusting motion. He first slowly withdrew his penis from the elven woman's body, then, using gravity to accelerate, plunged it in forcefully, creating large splashes of fluid, each thrust reaching the very bottom, each move astonishing. Perhaps because the elven woman was a virgin, her tight, moist vagina gripped Yanxuan so intensely that he increased his speed and force. "Mmm, ahh, oh, ahhhhhhh~~~" The woman moaned incoherently as Yan Xuan fucked her. Yan Xuan squeezed and kneaded her breasts tightly, their once beautiful shape changing shape in his hands. One wondered if he would break her. As time went on, Yan Xuan's thrusting speed increased, and the whole room was filled with the "slap slap" sound of flesh slapping.

"Ugh, ahh, ugh, ahh ...

Before long, he felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure that couldn't be contained. His body became even harder, like a fully drawn bow. Yan Xuan suddenly let out a low growl from deep in his throat: "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The elven woman beneath him looked terrified and struggled violently again, crying out, "No, no, it can't be inside!" "

Such words are simply counterproductive... The result is predictable..." Yan Xuan then straightened his back, pressed his buttocks down, and deeply inserted his entire penis into the woman's body, his buttocks twitching in spasms. In this way, Yan Xuan, like urinating, sprayed large amounts of semen into the woman's body, spraying it onto the elven woman's virgin womb, watering her mature but never-before-visited virginity.

His body began to undergo strange changes; his originally chubby figure became visibly firm, eventually forming bulging muscles. His sweat-covered, chubby face gradually thinned, his once oily, round face now possessing sculpted, handsome features, while the eyes of the beautiful elf beneath him were filled with despair and emptiness.

The whole process ended quickly, after all, it was Yan Xuan's first time too. He didn't know if it was because of his superior abilities or the aphrodisiac, but the desire in his body hadn't subsided. However, his mind had become clearer. The little fairy beneath him was like a delicate flower after a storm, and the desire extending into that gentle land surged again. Regardless of what would happen in the future, Yan Xuan pressed down on the fairy beneath him again. Even if he died tomorrow, this transmigration would at least be worthwhile.

The girl's bewildered eyes trembled again, but how could she struggle? She let this strange man rise and fall on her body. It was all a nightmare...

While Yan Xuan sucked on her nipple, one hand slid down her breast, brushing over her snow-white, flat abdomen. After touching the soft pubic hair a few times, his hand touched her plump labia. The two labia were slightly open at this time. Yan Xuan parted the labia and rubbed the tender clitoris.

"Oh...no...ah..." The female fairy was experiencing this kind of stimulation for the first time. Her legs involuntarily clenched and unclenched, then relaxed and clenched again.

After playing with it for a while, Yanxuan's penis was as hard as iron. He grabbed one of the female elf's small, cute feet, covered in stockings, and while playing with it, he unceremoniously thrust his penis into her vagina.

"Ah...ouch..." Although this thing had been in and out of her body many times, the conscious elf was only now feeling this strong stimulation, much thicker and longer than Wang Shen's. The female elf opened her mouth wide, and the muscles in her legs tensed up instantly.

"Gurgle...gurgle..." The female elf's lower body was very wet, and her vagina was very tight, so Yanxuan's first thrust made a "sizzling" sound of lustful fluid. Yanxuan's penis almost reached the deepest part of the female elf's vagina with each thrust, and with each thrust, the female elf couldn't help but tremble all over, her red lips slightly parted, and she groaned.

Yanxuan thrust forty or fifty times in a row, until the female elf was covered in a fine sweat, her cheeks flushed. One leg was draped over Yanxuan's shoulder, while her other thigh, clad in pure white stockings, was raised high, swaying back and forth with each thrust. "Ah...oh...ouch...um...um..."

Yanxuan paused for a moment, then resumed his vigorous thrusting, pulling his penis to the entrance of her vagina each time before plunging it in. His scrotum slapped against the female elf's buttocks with a loud "slap, slap."

The female elf could no longer contain her excitement. Waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to moan incessantly, her voice growing louder and her breathing heavier, occasionally letting out uncontrollable cries of pleasure, "Ah...um..." Each moan was accompanied by a long exhale, her face contorting as if in pain, yet also in pleasure.

"Ah...ah...ahh ...

Yan Xuan felt the female elf's vagina contracting in waves. Each time he penetrated deeply, it felt like a small mouth was trying to engulf his glans. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her buttocks and soaked the sheets as his penis withdrew. The female elf's full breasts heaved like waves, her pink nipples swaying and dancing like snow lotuses on an iceberg. Orgasms came and went, and the female elf had forgotten everything, only wanting his thick, long penis to fuck her harder, harder, harder.

Yan Xuan thrust a few more times quickly, then lowered the female elf's legs and pulled his penis out. The female elf never dreamed she would utter such words: "Don't...don't pull it out."

"You slut, are you satisfied? Lie down." Yan Xuan slapped the female elf's buttocks.

The female elf obediently knelt on the bed, her round buttocks visible through the lace trim of her stockings, her two wet labia in the middle. Yanxuan spread the female elf's kneeling legs apart, placed his hands on her waist, and thrust in with a "plop."

"Ouch... Ahhhhhhh..." The female elf almost collapsed from the impact of this unexpected entry. Yanxuan reached under her, grasped her breasts, and began to thrust rapidly. Their flesh collided with a loud "slap, slap," and the female elf gasped and moaned, breathless.

Finally, as the female elf reached another climax, and her vagina contracted repeatedly, Yanxuan ejaculated streams of hot semen into her body. The female elf trembled uncontrollably, lying motionless on the bed, a stream of milky white semen slowly flowing from between her slightly swollen labia.

Yanxuan slowly got up, feeling a sense of exhilarating relief after his release.

His first surprise was that he inadvertently discovered the red spider tattoo between the eyebrows of the woman beneath him had miraculously disappeared. Yan Xuan was certain it was his imagination, because he had carefully observed that red spider tattoo out of curiosity.

As Yan Xuan curiously looked at the woman, she suddenly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes darting around with a strange expression.

Yan Xuan was terrified; his memories of his past life told him that what he had just done was clearly rape. He jumped up abruptly, and as he leaped away from the woman's body, he was surprised to feel a sudden lightness in his body. When he looked down curiously, he almost cried out, "My God!" Muscles bulged, proportions were perfect—was this still his body?

"Damn! Could it be that I was exhausted during the rape and was reborn into another world?" This was probably the only reason that could dispel Yan Xuan's current doubts. Having experienced the benefits of time travel, Yan Xuan was now extremely sensitive; the slightest disturbance would immediately trigger his thoughts of being transported back in time.

"Hehe...not bad, at least I died from exhaustion during sex, much better than being crushed to death or dying from a nosebleed. Hmm, the rebirth this time is quite effective, at least better than that ugly fat guy before." Yan Xuan looked down at his mutated body, muttering to himself with extreme narcissism.

"Master..."

A soft voice interrupted his narcissistic behavior. Upon hearing the voice, he was propelled backward at a speed of 5 meters per second, and with a bang, his head made intimate contact with the wall for the nth time. Then, a large bump appeared on his head with practiced ease.

Chapter 5 The Dark Elf's Contract

Yan Xuan was in excruciating pain, squatting on the ground, clutching his head and rubbing it incessantly. Before his pain subsided, a woman's body, exuding a special fragrance, had already wrapped around him and was gently massaging him.

Yan Xuan stared in astonishment at the woman wrapped around him, racking his brains but unable to figure out what was going on.

"Master, are you still in pain?" the woman asked with concern as she rubbed his forehead, finally hesitatingly stroking Yanxuan's forehead with a stiff touch.

"No...it doesn't hurt..." Yanxuan stammered, his previously docile "little brother" stirring restlessly again.

"Master, my name is Yana, and I am your loyal maid."

Yana's voice was low, clearly carrying hidden anger. It was understandable; Yana was the only Night Elf born in the "Year of the Death Spider Queen's Manifestation." She possessed the powerful energy bestowed upon her by the Death Spider Queen. She was not only the hope of the entire Night Elf race but also bore the heavy responsibility of ensuring the Night Elf race could have a legitimate place on this continent. In the five great elven empires, the high elves viewed Night Elves as outcasts, symbols of impure blood, and targets of their collective persecution.

Yet, it was Yana who now had to endure this tragic fate. She could never have imagined that her virginity would be taken by a half-elf. Her unique constitution gave her a fatal weakness: when her virginity was taken, she would form a mysterious contract with the one who stole it, forcing her to become that man's slave.

The only way to break this contract was for that man to then take the virginity of another, more powerful holy elf.

Enduring the pain and discomfort of her post-death experience, Yana secretly observed the man who had become her master. He was slightly plump, and while his features weren't unattractive, they were utterly ordinary. His pointed ears constantly flashed before Yana's eyes, seemingly a constant reminder that her master was a half-elf, causing Yana a pang of bitterness.

However, this didn't mean Yana was willing to be this fat man's slave. The Night Elves lived in darkness or deep within dense forests, yearning to stand openly in the sunlight, to run, jump, and sing freely. But this seemingly simple wish was incredibly difficult for them.

Yana, born when the Night Elves were on the verge of extinction, was a woman who inherited the terrifying power of the Death Spider Queen, destined to be the strongest of the Night Elves, the savior of all her people. This was her first time leaving the Night Elf territory, infiltrating the Great Elf Empire of Skala to steal the Great Elf's sacred artifact. Having grown accustomed to the admiration and adoration of her people, Yana couldn't help but develop a sense of pride, leading to carelessness towards her enemies. This slight underestimation resulted in severe injuries, and by sheer chance, she became the slave of this fat half-elf. Not only did she lose her precious virginity, but she also lost a portion of the purest Death Spider Queen energy, which was transferred into the fat man's body.

"You...are you alright? I..."

Yana's silence only fueled Yanxuan's panic. The bloodstains on her genitals told him this was her first time, and this woman was so beautiful, surpassing even her three mistresses. Such a dazzling woman would have been unbearable to look at before, but now... he felt a pang of guilt, yet a stronger desire surged within him.

Due to the mysterious contract, Yana was forced to force a smile at the man who had caused her so much pain and loss. As she smiled and bowed respectfully, saying, "Master, Yana is alright. To receive your favor is Yana's greatest honor," Yan Xuan, preoccupied with his own emotions, failed to notice the two glistening tears and anger streaming down Yana's face.

"You, you're alright, that's good. Master, are you referring to me?" Yan Xuan wiped the sweat from his brow, a little worried that she might kill him. He knew that everyone in this world, except him, was terrifying.

Although she wanted to hide it, Yana could only explain the Dark Elf contract to the man before her.

Yan Xuan was moved to tears. Thank goodness, heaven was still on his side! For the first time, he was grateful for the transmigration; he finally had his first woman in this other world… However, he still sensed a hint of murderous intent hidden within the elven woman's heart… In this day and age, even the title of master wasn't secure; who knew when it might kill her? And this Dark Elf's eyes were clearly flickering… It was best to play it by ear; safety first!

Was this fate? Yana thought sadly, then immediately dismissed the idea. She was born to fight against fate, to fight for the destiny of the Night Elves, and now, she must fight for her own. She bore the heavy responsibility of saving her people; she could not grovel beneath this half-elf as his slave. However, to change the contract, she needed to find a more special and powerful elven virgin, so that this fat man could take her virginity. An

elven woman? A thought flashed through Yana's mind. The image of the elven saintess—possessing terrifying strength, who had injured her when she entered the elven temple to steal the sacred artifact, and whose beauty rivaled her own, radiating a holy aura—suddenly leaped into her mind. A wicked plan gradually took shape in Yana's heart…

Morning.

Yanxuan touched the lingering warmth of the bed beside him, where the fragrance of Yana's body still lingered. He felt it was all so unreal. He had never even dared to dream that one day a woman of unparalleled beauty would favor him, even call him "master," and treat him with utmost care.

He stood blankly by the window, watching the direction where Yana had disappeared as she floated out, reliving every scene from the previous night.

"Yanxuan!" Tang Jing's voice came from outside, but the call stopped abruptly after only one sound. It was probably Tang Jing's habitual shouting that made her suddenly remember that Yanxuan, after her punishment the previous night, was likely dead from nosebleeds.

"Yes, yes, Miss Tang Jing, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Yanxuan responded reflexively. As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at his body and found that his once-muscular physique had somehow returned to its former chubby state. He finally relaxed, straightened his clothes, and prepared to begin his day's work.

Chapter Six: Sweet Wine

Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Tang Jing's eyes widened, her pretty face filled with utter astonishment as she stood in the doorway looking at Yanxuan. She couldn't fathom how this guy had survived such a large dose of aphrodisiac without showing any signs of injury; in fact, the fat man even looked radiant.

"Miss Tang Jing, I'm sorry, I overslept. I'll go to work now." Yan Xuan chuckled sheepishly. Pretending to be honest was a survival tactic. When he gained the power of other transmigrators in novels, that would be the time to turn the tables and become the master of his own destiny. At that time, he would definitely fuck this woman ten thousand times, ten thousand times!

"Oh, um..." Tang Jing responded blankly, letting Yan Xuan walk past her. A moment later, Tang Jing suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "That damned bastard, daring to sell me fake medicine! Next time you come to my place for drinks, you'll be drinking my foot bath water..." It

must be said that Tang Jing, this fiery and unreasonable woman, did have some redeeming qualities; at least she kept her promises. After Yanxuan survived thanks to the aphrodisiac, Tang Jing, though unwilling, didn't make things difficult for him further.

Business at the Desire Restaurant was booming even more than usual. Ever since rumors of Tang Jing being a hidden martial artist spread throughout the streets, she had gained immense mystique. Even some residents who had never been to the Desire Restaurant before, upon hearing the rumors, eagerly came to catch a glimpse of the legendary, incredibly beautiful and skilled proprietress, a stunning beauty with fighting spirit—an irresistible charm for men.

This situation naturally caused the restaurant's revenue to skyrocket, but it made Yanxuan miserable. Since opening in the morning, he hadn't had a moment's rest, constantly running up and down the stairs at the customers' beck and call, his clothes quickly soaked with sweat.

The three female owners, of course, didn't understand Yanxuan's suffering; they were each enjoying themselves to the fullest. Lin Jiayi and Su Ying listened intently to the whispers and rumors among the guests, occasionally jotting down notes in their notebooks. Tang Jing was even happier; the exposure of her martial arts skills allowed her to display them without restraint, without any of her previous inhibitions. You see, pretending to be a seductive, weak woman all day had been a source of constant complaints for the restless Tang Jing…

Upstairs, Yan Xuan finally got a chance to catch his breath, able to quietly stand in a corner and enjoy a short rest. The reason was that all the guests upstairs were now captivated by Tang Jing's incredible martial arts skills.

Tang Jing giggled and casually released a burst of azure battle qi, forming an arc that was not only incredibly fast but also resilient. She carried a wine cup towards a handsome, richly dressed male elf. The wine cup whistled through the air, and amazingly, despite its powerful appearance, not a single drop of wine spilled.

The elegantly dressed elf, with his graceful bearing, smiled even more brightly upon seeing the wine glass approaching. Without any apparent movement, a curtain of water suddenly appeared before him. As the wine glass entered the water curtain, it mysteriously froze instantly, trapping the glass firmly inside, as if it were embedded in a wall of water.

"Damn, they say elves have innate magical abilities. It seems the rumors are true. My grandfather told me that this is the strength of a mid-level water magic user!" Two dwarves nearby whispered amongst themselves.

"Damn it, pretty boy, he's even using magic to pick up girls! I curse him to be impotent, have premature ejaculation, and irregular periods..." another said, his face full of jealousy.

Yan Xuan almost burst out laughing at their words. Those two little guys, less than a meter tall, had such venomous tongues.

"Brother, don't worry. There are three boss ladies here! That pretty boy can't possibly eat them all by himself, can he? It's good enough if we get one. How about this, after we get her, the first half of the night is mine, and the second half is yours, how about that?"

"How can that be? I'm telling you, brother, you have to give way to your brother, right? The first half of the night is mine, and the second half is yours!"

"Damn, I'm doing this for your own good! Think about it, if I finish her off first, and then you go for it, wouldn't that make you seem even more amazing?"

"Brother, I'm too embarrassed to do something like this. I'll just sacrifice my virginity to establish a glorious image of you as a little tyrant in bed."

"..."

"..."

The two boys got more and more excited as they talked, becoming increasingly absorbed in their conversation. It was as if they had already gotten the beautiful woman into bed, and all they had to do was take turns undressing and having a wild time. Spittle flew everywhere, and their expressions grew increasingly agitated, almost to the point of physical violence. Fortunately, everyone's eyes were focused on Tang Jing's body, and no one noticed that in this corner of the restaurant, two filthy men were fantasizing about their "sexual fantasy object."

Amidst Tang Jing's giggles, Yan Xuan's attention returned to her. He saw the handsome elf casually grab the glass of wine, which was now in his hand. The water curtain and ice wall in front of him vanished instantly, leaving no trace on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

The handsome elf smiled arrogantly, brought the glass to his lips, and took a graceful sip. Then, with a smile, he closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the taste for a long time, before saying, "A beauty's gift of wine is indeed sweet." As he spoke, he glanced smugly at the surrounding guests.

Yan Xuan felt his body tremble. The urge to laugh out loud kept assaulting his nerves, causing him immense pain.

Good heavens! A beauty gifting wine? And it really is sweet? I wonder what this self-important little devil's expression would be if he knew these wines were diluted with water, and that the water added was mostly the foot bath water of those three female bosses? He'd probably not only find it unsweetened, but he'd vomit like the world would end!

All day long, Tang Jing flitted about upstairs and downstairs like a butterfly, her laughter and playful chatter filling the air.

Poor Yan Xuan was also constantly flitting about, but unfortunately, while she was a butterfly, he was a hardworking ox.

As dusk fell, and night descended, Yan Xuan saw off the last customer and slumped into a chair, too exhausted to stand up. All his strength had been drained away in the day's busy work.

Chapter Seven: An Alternative Game

"Yanxuan, we're closing up shop. Close the doors!" Tang Jing seemed to have inexhaustible energy, still standing brightly beside Lin Jiayi and Su Ying, watching them take notes.

Yanxuan turned back helplessly, leaned on his arm for support, and stood up, closing all the doors and windows.

"Miss Su Ying, may I go upstairs to rest?" Yanxuan deliberately asked the usually gentle Su Ying, hoping she would understand.

Who knew what Su Ying was thinking at that moment? Completely ignoring Yan Xuan's pale face and the large beads of sweat on his face, she casually looked up and said, "Wait, prepare some foot bath water later, I want to wash my feet."

Tang Jing's eyes lit up, a mischievous glint in them. She leaned close to Su Ying's ear and said with a wicked smile, "Little sister, it seems like we haven't played games for two days, right? Look at how tired that fat guy is now, I wonder if he'll still have a nosebleed?"

"I need to organize some data..." Su Ying said casually, staring at the notebook in her hand.

The playful Tang Jing had finally found something interesting to do, how could she give it up? Her eyes changed, and she laughed, "So you're admitting defeat?"

"Admit defeat? Pfft, let's play!" Su Ying said. Then, looking up at Yanxuan, she said, "Yanxuan, prepare more foot bath water. You'll wash my feet tonight!"

Tang Jing smiled mischievously and added, "Yanxuan, while you're at it, prepare some bath water for me too. You'll be scrubbing my back tonight..."

Yanxuan looked helpless, inwardly sighing that his nightmare was about to begin again. His gaze shifted to Lin Jiayi, wanting to hear her instructions. He knew that these three female bosses were always quick to manipulate him. But Lin Jiayi glared at him coldly and hissed, "Get out of here!" There was a hint of amusement in her eyes as she spoke.

Yanxuan slunk away, running into the kitchen. He was starving. At the Desire Restaurant, the main focus was on drinks; other food items were purchased from outside. Yanxuan could only pray that the food he bought yesterday hadn't all sold out today; even just a little bit left would have been enough for him.

Thankfully, after searching the entire refrigerator, he finally found a piece of black bread spread with cheese. He wolfed it down, patted his stomach contentedly, and laboriously carried the large wooden tub of hot water upstairs…

“Yanxuan, wash slowly, okay? If you hurt him, I won't forgive you…” Su Ying's delicate, white feet were immersed in the water. One foot enjoyed Yanxuan's gentle kneading and washing, while the other lightly splashed water onto Yanxuan's face and body.

Yanxuan carefully served her, the sight of those fair feet making him dizzy. This wasn't the first time such a scene had occurred; since he came to the Desire Restaurant, washing the boss's feet had been a part of his job for a long time. It used to be alright; at most, he'd feel a little tempted. But since his passionate night with Yana last night, his understanding of women had deepened considerably.

That's how people are; before things start, they don't think much of it, and their self-control is strong. But once they break their vows, washing feet is no longer just a visual temptation. Every time he massages her jade-like feet, the soft, white skin unconsciously reminds him of Yana's supple body.

"Yanxuan, your technique has improved! It feels so good." Su Ying's voice was languid. She shifted comfortably, gently placing her other foot on Yanxuan's shoulder, looking at him suggestively: "Yanxuan, you know, sometimes watching you focus is quite cute."

Yanxuan didn't show any outward reaction, but his heart was practically leaping out of his chest. He forcefully suppressed the excitement of the temptation, trying his best to keep his hands from trembling. Thank goodness, his elementary school teacher said, beware of sweet words and the dark side of the world.

A man must be patient!

"Oh, Yanxuan, you're hurting me." Su Ying's soft moan almost made Yanxuan's heart leap out of his chest. The moan was so similar to Yana's moans from the night before.

"Hehe... Yanxuan, your face is red. Will you get a nosebleed later? Your self-control is getting weaker and weaker. You never used to be this fast." Su Ying's tone was smug. She believed that Yanxuan's self-control hadn't weakened; it was her charm that was growing stronger. Women love to be praised. Although Yanxuan didn't use words of flattery, his usually "honest" demeanor at this moment undoubtedly pleased Su Ying more than any flattery.

"Yanxuan, who do you think is the most beautiful among the three of us?" Su Ying took a step closer, lightly lifting her skirt as she spoke, slowly revealing her two shapely legs to Yanxuan. She added, "Wash a little higher, then higher..."

In this erotic scene, Yanxuan's self-control completely collapsed. His body trembled slightly, a surge of heat coursed through him, and that familiar desire seared his nerves; he was practically going mad.

"Yanxuan, you still haven't told me who's the prettiest among the three of us. Is it me?"

"Yanxuan, you're tickling me..."

Su Ying's ambiguous verbal offensive grew stronger with each wave. After a moment, Yanxuan, who was forcibly suppressing his desire, felt a heat in his nose, and the familiar sticky sensation reappeared under his nostrils. Damn it, this little panda's body is really useless!

Seeing this, Su Ying couldn't help but laugh out loud. She kicked her feet, splashing water all over Yanxuan's face, and said, "I'm done washing, you can leave now."

Yanxuan smiled bitterly, and as he stood up to wipe the water from his face, the water mixed with blood, staining his chin with bloodstains. He stood up and politely bowed, his appearance making Su Ying wrinkle her nose in disgust.

Just wait, as long as I don't die, I'll definitely make you all my slaves, bowing down to that damn thing, Yanxuan fantasized fiercely in his mind.

"Sister Tang Jing, I've finished my task. Now it's your turn. Don't take longer than me, or you'll lose!" Su Ying said loudly, her tone filled with strong confidence.

In another room, Tang Jing giggled, "I haven't even started yet, how can you be so confident? As for who will lose, it's too early to say. Let Yan Xuan come over, I'm going to start taking a bath."

"Yan Xuan, can't you hear Sister Tang Jing calling you? You have to remember, you have to hold on, you absolutely can't let me lose," Su Ying laughed.

Yan Xuan nodded silently. *This old hag, we'll see...* It seems there aren't any donkeys in this godforsaken place.

Chapter Eight: The Power of the Contract*

In Tang Jing's room, after Yan Xuan prepared the bathwater, the considerable temperature generated a thick steam, filling the room with a hazy atmosphere.

Tang Jing blinked suggestively, gently placing her hand on her collar and slowly unbuttoning it, revealing her fair chest. Even Yan Xuan could vaguely see two indistinct hemispheres in the hazy light.

Yan Xuan feigned a dazed expression; only then would these queens be satisfied. But in reality, controlling his body was incredibly difficult. He couldn't stop his gaze from leaving Tang Jing's chest; in fact, he even eagerly anticipated Tang Jing's continued actions.

Yan Xuan's appearance made Tang Jing chuckle again. Suddenly, she turned, creating a strong gust of air that condensed moisture into a cloud that rushed towards Yan Xuan. He felt a blur before his eyes as the moisture blurred them. Before he could wipe it away, he smelled a fragrant breeze, and then a garment had completely covered his face and head.

A splash of water followed by Tang Jing's teasing laughter: "Yanxuan, come scrub my back. Remember not to look around."

Yanxuan pulled down his clothes and reluctantly walked over...

Tang Jing's body was an absolute work of art, perfect for men with insatiable desires. She was the epitome of beauty; if judged solely on sex appeal, Tang Jing would undoubtedly be number one. Yanxuan had cursed her as a slut countless times in his mind, fantasizing about her a thousand times.

He didn't know what special method Tang Jing had used, but Yanxuan could only vaguely see her fair skin; his vision was somewhat blurry.

Even so, the allure Yanxuan felt was far stronger than that of Su Ying. This kind of hazy beauty creates endless room for imagination, especially since Yanxuan could touch the flesh that fueled his fantasies while simultaneously indulging in his fantasies.

Tang Jing seemed to have changed her usual approach, preparing to seduce Yanxuan with a new method. Unlike their usual flirtatious banter, Tang Jing was completely silent today, uttering no explicit words. She simply remained submerged in the water, her breathing deliberately rapid, occasionally letting out a few moans…

Good heavens! Each moan was like a bomb, completely igniting the desire Su Ying had ignited within Yan Xuan, and intensifying its burning effect on every cell of his body.

The result was predictable: before long, Yan Xuan was covered in fresh blood, with new marks appearing before the old ones had faded.

When his first drop of blood fell onto Tang Jing's beautiful back, she let out a scathing shout of disgust, followed by a powerful force that sent Yan Xuan flying, crashing through the door and landing heavily in the hallway outside.

“Disgusting bastard! You've dirtied the whole bathwater!” Tang Jing's voice echoed from inside the room.

Then, Su Ying from the next room chided in a coquettish voice, "Useless fellow! I told you to hold on! Humph!"

Yan Xuan smiled bitterly to himself, mentally cursing Tang Jing countless times. This scene had happened far too many times, but he remembered it all. What goes around comes around, a saying he always kept in mind.

Struggling to his feet, he dragged his nearly broken body and burning desire toward his room.

Yan Xuan gently pushed open the door, only to find that Yana had already entered his room sometime earlier.

Yan Xuan smiled awkwardly at Yana, then turned and carefully wiped his face clean with a towel.

"Master, Yana has come to serve you." Yana had overheard everything outside. Yan Xuan's plight did not arouse her sympathy. A guy being ordered around and bullied at will was actually the master of the great Dark Elf. Yana felt increasingly resentful.

"Serve?" Yan Xuan was slightly taken aback and subconsciously turned his head to look.

A fleeting glance hadn't struck him much, but now, a closer look revealed Yana's exposed, fair skin, captivating Yanxuan's gaze like a spell. A surge of desire exploded like a bomb. The recent provocation, the passionate moments with Yana last night—all of it made it impossible for Yanxuan to control himself.

His throat tightened; he couldn't suppress his lust. Damn it, life or death didn't matter. Since he was her master, didn't that mean he had the right to dominate her?

Power unused is power wasted!

Yana felt a wave of disgust, even fear. She recoiled, instinctively raising her hand to strike Yanxuan

's head. Suddenly, before her hand even touched him, a sharp pain shot through her body. This intense pain instantly overwhelmed her; all her strength was drained in that instant. Her hand went limp, and she staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

A contract!

Damn contract!

The contract of destiny for the Night Elves!

Is this the power of a contract? It doesn't usually show much, but it erupts suddenly when the Night Elves harbor murderous intent or a strong sense of resistance towards their master! The moment Yana was held in Yanxuan's arms, she truly understood the meaning of coercion.

Yanxuan, slightly doubtful and worried, felt only warmth and jade in his arms. Only then did he completely let go of his inhibitions and go all out. The soft, fragrant body emboldened him.

The little beauty beneath him was resisting, but strangely, her strength was weak. It was more like teasing than resistance. Yanxuan, whose anger and lust had been fueled by the three women, found an outlet with Yana. The more the elven beauty struggled, the more his wicked thoughts grew.

He pressed Yana's petite yet voluptuous body beneath him, clamping her legs together, and slipped his hands inside, slowly sliding them. When he grasped her full breasts, both of them felt a jolt of electricity. Yanxuan felt pleasure; last time, the aphrodisiac hadn't given him much of a sensation, and this time he was determined to remember it properly. Yana, on the other hand, felt humiliation and anger, but she displayed strength, and this stubbornness was the best balm for Yanxuan.

Unlike Tang Jing's ridiculously large breasts, Yana's perfectly proportioned and exceptionally full breasts were Yanxuan's favorite. He'd never experienced such pleasure even in his erotic dreams. Damn it, this transmigration was totally worth it.

With a tearing sound, Yana's clothes were ripped open. In the past, Yanxuan might have treated her gently, but everything he had suffered in this world had changed his mind. The strong prey on the weak; today you are the master, tomorrow you may be the slave.

One hand forcefully caressed Yana's breasts, while the other slid down her abdomen. Just as he was about to touch her private parts, Yana's strength finally crumbled. "Master, Master, please let me go!"

Yanxuan's hand paused slightly, but was immediately ruled by desire again. Let her go? Who in this world would let anyone go?

Chapter Nine: Every Strike is Paradise.

The more you possess, the more you gain, and only then can you survive!

Yanxuan's hand parted her soft legs and probed inside. Warm, narrow, and moist, he took a deep breath. Gazing at Yana's exquisite face, he couldn't help but sigh. This woman, whom he probably wouldn't have even glanced at in his previous life, was now begging for mercy before him.

Yan Xuan could no longer bear it. The beauty was driving him to the brink of madness. The more he looked, the more elegant she seemed. Perhaps this elf was truly the strongest dark elf, or perhaps one of their nobles, but she was his slave.

He pulled down the elf's trousers. Yana's body trembled uncontrollably, but she had stopped resisting. She finally understood that struggling was futile. Until she found a substitute, she would have to endure everything this man had to do.

Yan Xuan flipped Yana over and lifted her up, revealing her firm, snow-white, beautiful buttocks. He leaned in, and at the slightest touch, Yana trembled and recoiled. The sway of her hips was so intense that Yan Xuan almost couldn't resist. This woman was the epitome of beauty; even his three masters couldn't compare. Imagining himself possessing such a noble woman, the anger he had felt during the day subsided considerably.

Grasping the elf's crotch, Yana felt her body slowly retreating, while the heat drew ever closer. The slower it went, the more unbearable it became.

Boom…

After Yana's slight resistance, he began thrusting his penis in and out of her mouth. Yana's breasts weren't particularly large, but they were beautifully shaped and very firm. Under his kneading and teasing, Yana's sensitive nipples became hard and erect, forming a perfect protrusion on their hemispherical shape.

Soon after, he pushed Yana down onto the bed, still on top of her, continuing to penetrate her mouth. However, Yanxuan began licking Yana's genitals with his tongue, sometimes even inserting it deep into her vagina. This made Yana feel extremely comfortable, and she wanted to moan, but because her mouth was filled with his penis, she could only make sounds like, "Mmm, mmm, mmm…".

Yana was almost brought to orgasm by Yanxuan's ministrations, but at that moment, Yanxuan pulled his penis out and began to penetrate Yana's private parts. He lifted Yana's legs and began to thrust in, all the way in at once. Yanxuan gasped, a surge of intense pleasure coursing through him from bottom to top. He could no longer restrain himself and began to thrust wildly. Every thrust was heavenly. He didn't know what it felt like for humans, but the spirit beneath him was an absolute treasure, unparalleled in heaven or on earth. This position allowed Yana to see herself being penetrated, sustaining her previous excitement. As Yanxuan increased the speed of his thrusts, Yana climaxed. However, Yanxuan gave Yana no chance to catch her breath, turning her onto her side and continuing to thrust rapidly.

Fearing others would hear, Yana dared not moan loudly, only pleading softly. Yanxuan, however, pretended not to hear, and instead thrust even harder, changing positions every so often, seemingly showing off his skills. This drove Yana to the point of weakness, almost causing her to faint. Soon after, I ejaculated again, reaching my second orgasm.

Yana quickly sensed the man on top of her was nearing his limit, and her body immediately lunged forward. Her nightmare was fast approaching. The more intense the moment, the more Yanxuan wanted to penetrate deeper, not allowing Yana to escape. He pulled her back sharply, and with this sudden thrust and pull, it became even deeper and tighter. Yana didn't want to admit it, but the pleasure surged through her. She bit her lip tightly, preferring death to a sound.

Yan Xuan knew the elven beauty was afraid he would penetrate her deeply. The more she feared this, the more he wanted it. He trembled, held his breath, and Yana beneath him, drawing strength from who-knows-where, managed to slip away slightly. This greatly displeased Yan Xuan, and at this moment, when he was at his hardest and largest, he wouldn't allow the delicate elven beauty to escape. Suddenly, he spun her around, fixing her firmly in place. He wanted her to witness it all.

Upon seeing this, Yana gasped in disbelief, her rosy lips parting slightly. At that moment, Yan Xuan's desire reached its peak, waves of pleasure surging into Yana's body. Both their bodies tensed, pressed tightly together, breathing heavily…

After his release, Yan Xuan, exhausted from a day's work and still basking in the pleasure of his passionate thrusts, fell into a deep sleep.

Yana numbly pushed away Yanxuan, who was pressing down on her. Looking at the man, now transformed into a handsome elf during their lovemaking, her eyes were filled with complex emotions. She couldn't tell if she felt resentment or something else towards him. She even wondered how she should treat this man who had caused her so much misfortune once she successfully broke free from the contract and his control. Thinking of this, Yana was completely lost.

A moment later, a cold glint flashed in Yana's eyes, and the intense resentment filled the small room with a chilling atmosphere.

She had to hate! Hate the saintess of the elven temple who had injured her. It could be said that that woman had caused all of this, but should she really blame her?

Yana slowly turned her head, looking at the sleeping Yanxuan, a bitter smile playing on her lips. It seemed this man was going to get away with it again.

A moment later, Yana's body floated up, drifting quickly out the window like a black leaf. The direction she left was the same direction he had come from, wounded—the source of her resentment: the Elf Temple!

Yan Xuan awoke to Tang Jing's roar. The blinding sunlight outside made him realize he had made another mistake.

As he frantically dressed and ran out of the room, Tang Jing angrily shouted, "Sleeping in late again and again! One more time and I'll send you back to the slave market!"

Yan Xuan nodded repeatedly and ran downstairs, only to find the tavern completely packed. While such scenes were commonplace at the Desire Tavern, this was the first time he'd seen it so early in the morning. Furthermore, Yan Xuan noticed that ninety percent of the patrons were unfamiliar faces, dressed in a variety of styles, most of which he had never seen before.

It should be noted that Yanan City was located in the heart of the Purple Heaven Luo Continent, at the intersection of the four major human empires and the five major elven empires. Due to its strategically vital location, Yarnam City is coveted by both human and elven nations. This is why it doesn't belong to any single country.

It's a place where the strong survive; only those with exceptional skills can thrive in any field. The Desire Tavern has endured in Yarnam City thanks to the proprietress's beauty and the quality of its wine. Legend has it that the proprietress has powerful connections, otherwise she wouldn't be so successful in this bandit-ridden place. Before

Yan Xuan could even process what was happening, a customer's call rang out. Yan Xuan quickly responded and followed the customer's instructions, moving between the upstairs and downstairs.

An unprecedentedly strange scene unfolded at the Desire Tavern: the tavern was packed with customers, yet quieter than ever before. Even whispers between customers at the same table were rare. If it weren't for the occasional calls for food, Yan Xuan would have wondered if the throng of customers was a hallucination caused by his excessive indulgence the previous night.

Yan Xuan noticed something strange: not only were there no whispers among the guests, but their eyes were filled with a wary hostility when they looked at each other. He began to worry, secretly wondering if these guys had come to Yanan City for a duel. "This is definitely a perfect place for murder, arson, and other crimes."

The more Yan Xuan observed, the more convinced he became of his guess. He started to feel uneasy; if these guys chose the Desire Tavern as the duel venue, they would completely destroy it.

The restaurant is destroyed, what will he do?

"Bring the wine!" a tall, bearded man shouted.

Yan Xuan hurriedly responded and carefully carried a pot of wine over.

As he passed the corner leading to the cold storage room, he was surprised to see Tang Jing's face darken, followed by a richly dressed middle-aged man.

He suddenly realized that he had felt something was off about the restaurant earlier. Now he understood that the reason for the strange feeling was that the three beautiful female owners who should have been behind the bar were all gone...

Chapter Ten: The Mission of the Hidden Identity

In the cold storage room.

A layer of blue light surged around Tang Jing's body. Protected by this light, the cold air in the cold storage room had no effect on her.

The richly dressed middle-aged man in front of her was also enveloped in a layer of light, but his light was noticeably less bright than Tang Jing's.

"Princess Tang Jing, it's been a long time. How are you?" the richly dressed man said with a deep bow.

A princess? Tang Jing is actually a princess?

This is unbelievable! If Yan Xuan heard this, he'd probably pop his eyes out. Are all princesses like this? The world is in chaos!

Tang Jing nodded slightly and said, "Count Nass, I just sent the message back last month. Why didn't Father say you were coming? By the way, what's going on today? What are these people doing?" Count

Nass glanced around warily and whispered, "Did you get along well with those two princesses?"

"Why are you asking these questions? You haven't answered my question yet! What's there to be happy or unhappy about? I'm just doing my job for the country and for Father." Tang Jing frowned and said.

"Hehe, I was just worried, and this is also what His Majesty wants to know. It would be best if you got along well with them. His Majesty said, 'Your Highness, you have made immeasurable contributions to the Empire.' His Majesty also said that although our three countries have an alliance treaty and have decided to share intelligence, for the sake of the Empire, you should still try to obtain some intelligence that the other two countries do not know," said Earl Nas.

Tang Jing nodded impatiently: "I know, now answer my question!"

"Your Highness, please forgive my rudeness just now, I will now answer your question. A treasure has appeared in the Coral Forest under the jurisdiction of the Elf Temple."

"A treasure? How come I didn't know? Isn't the Coral Forest only two hundred miles east of Yanan City?" Tang Jing was suddenly shocked. She knew that most of the intelligence about the Elf Empire was obtained by her in Yanan City and then sent back to the Empire, but now she had never even heard of the so-called treasure. If this was true, she would definitely bear the reputation of dereliction of duty.

Nass smiled slightly and said, "This has nothing to do with you. The matter is like this..."

After a long while, Tang Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief and gradually understood the cause of the matter. It turned out that half a month ago, the authentic manuscript of Houston, the greatest prophet of a thousand years ago, was unearthed in the Garo Empire. The prophecy predicted that a treasure would appear a thousand years later. It was said that this treasure was left behind by the gods, and whoever obtained it would become the most powerful being in the world. According to the location predicted in the prophecy, it happened to be the current Coral Jungle.

What does "most powerful" mean? Infinitely powerful?

To be honest, it's a bit far-fetched, but since the prophet Houston said so, it's possible. If such a powerful being really appeared, how destructive would it be? No one could imagine. You must know that if such a powerful being really appeared, and if he were to be won over by an empire, the national power of that empire would instantly increase. Even if this powerful being wasn't won over by anyone, what if he developed a desire for supremacy? If either of these two scenarios occurs, the outcome is undeniable: the current balance of power on the continent will be completely shattered, and war will descend upon the Purple Heaven Continent!

There are no absolute secrets in this world. Although the Garo Empire attempted to keep this news under wraps and pursue the treasure alone, unfortunately, on the third day after the prophecy was unearthed, the news had already swept through every corner of the four great human empires like a whirlwind. Countless treasure hunters with various motives flocked to Yharnam City, a crucial point on the route through the elven jungle!

Tang Jing lowered her head and pondered for a while before looking up and asking, "What does my father mean?"

Count Nass replied, "His Majesty naturally hopes the treasure will belong to us!"

"But the three of us are together; how will we divide the treasure?" Tang Jing frowned.

"The first step is to cooperate with the two of them to find the treasure. If we obtain the treasure, Princess Tang Jing must do everything in her power to keep it for herself."

"Our three countries have an alliance agreement."

"Heh, Princess Tang Jing, what use is this alliance agreement if we obtain the treasure?" Count Nass's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Tang Jing felt a sense of bewilderment. Over the years, she, Lin Jiayi, and Su Ying had become close friends, like sisters, despite their opposing camps. Was their friendship about to end because of the appearance of this treasure? Would they even have to fight each other for it?

"Your Highness, His Majesty asked me to tell you not to act impulsively. You are his chosen successor; you must not be sentimental. Always consider the bigger picture and the national interest," Count Nass said solemnly. After speaking, he bowed deeply to Tang Jing and left the cold storage room.

Meanwhile, in two different locations, Lin Jiayi and Su Ying were discussing matters with two different men.

Their discussions were almost identical, even their final conclusions were the same: cooperate first, then turn against each other…

By evening, the restaurant was packed.

Yan Xuan worked tirelessly like a wound-up machine.

Lin Jiayi, Tang Jing, and Su Ying returned to the bar almost simultaneously. It has to be said that the three were incredibly in sync; even their lies were the same—they all claimed to be too tired to take a beauty nap. After saying this at the same time, they couldn't help but exchange glances, understanding each other implicitly…

Late at night, the Desire Restaurant unusually extended its closing time.

The customers didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and the number of customers increased considerably from evening to late at night. At this point, even the stairs in the Desire Restaurant were occupied by customers.

Yan Xuan tried several times to muster the courage to urge the customers to leave, but Lin Jiayi stopped her each time. With the transformation time drawing ever closer, Yan Xuan paced back and forth anxiously like an ant on a hot pan, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, a strange, jarring melody echoed through Yanan City, gradually approaching the Desire Tavern…

Yan Xuan curiously approached the entrance, gazing in the direction of the music, but found nothing. As he turned to leave, he was astonished to see that all the patrons, including the three female owners—Lin Jiayi, Su Ying, and Tang Jing—had drastically changed expressions.

Chapter Eleven: The Queen of Love

“The Queen of Love of the Gara Empire…”

someone uttered, followed by silence in the tavern.

Yan Xuan was filled with curiosity, secretly wondering what kind of background this Queen of Love of the Gara Empire had that could frighten the usually fiery and seemingly fearless Tang Jing to the point of turning pale.

The music grew closer, its eerie melody sending chills down Yan Xuan's spine. Suddenly, Yan Xuan's eyes widened as he saw a massive, snow-white carriage flying through the air. Four incredibly majestic winged unicorns rode before the carriage, their massive wings whipping up clouds of dust. Around the

carriage hovered eight men, dressed in long, snow-white robes, their bodies as thin as bamboo poles, each holding a strangely shaped musical instrument. Their faces were almost as pale as their clothes. Despite having no support, they flew at speeds comparable to the unicorns, their robes fluttering in the air. If it weren't for their extremely ugly appearance, they would truly resemble ethereal fairies.

Such a spectacle should have attracted the attention of the residents of Yanan City. Due to its geographical location, Yanan City was a lawless zone, a haven for notorious criminals and, besides hermits, a haven for desperate outlaws possessing extraordinary abilities. To Yanxuan's surprise, the strange music seemed to go unnoticed by anyone. Even as the carriage drew closer, the few lamps near the Desire Tavern suddenly went out.

In the brief moment of Yanxuan's distraction, the carriage was already overhead. The unicorn's powerful flapping of its wings created a whirlwind, sending dust and grass flying. In an instant, Yanxuan looked like a scarecrow.

"Master, hurry!" Yana's voice, barely audible, rang in Yanxuan's ears. Before he could react, a gentle force, like a soft pull, carried him into the Desire Tavern.

The music abruptly stopped, and eight pale-clad, wiry men with deathly cold faces floated into the tavern, their eyes scanning the room with a deathly aura.

"Snow Guards, how can you be so rude?" a soft, warm voice drifted in.

A petite and exquisitely beautiful woman, dressed in a snow-white palace gown, slowly walked in. What intrigued Yan Xuan was that this woman still retained a touch of girlish innocence on her face. She smiled broadly as she surveyed all the guests, like a girl seeing many friends for the first time after leaving home.

Heavens! Could she be the Queen of the Jialuo Empire? Was this the woman everyone was wary of? Yan Xuan couldn't understand it at all.

At this moment, the Queen's gaze shifted to Yan Xuan. Her dusty appearance and straw-covered hair caused her to cover her mouth and let out a series of coquettish laughs. She gracefully walked to Yanxuan's side, patting his shoulder with her slender, white hand, showing no disgust at his dirtiness: "Young man, your style is quite strange. Is the fashion trend in Yanan City so different from our Garo Empire?"

Faced with this incomparably beautiful and noble countenance, Yanxuan's face flushed red. His body was rather sensitive, but he quickly chuckled and said, "No, it's nothing. Your carriage just landed and caused this."

Several patrons admired the fat man's courage. In recent years, both the Elven Empire and the Human Empire had heard of the newly crowned queen of the strongest human nation. Unlike the queens and princesses of other countries who were known for their beauty, the Queen of Passion was known for her infamy. The various legends and stories about her could almost fill a thriller novel.

Legend has it that she possesses extraordinary abilities, ruthless methods, and unparalleled cunning. This woman is incredibly bold, utterly unafraid of assassination attempts, though it's said she welcomes assassins, even finding their taste quite appealing. This woman

managed to seize the throne in such a short time. Keep in mind, the previous queen of the Garo Empire was the old king's wife of forty years, their love undeniably deep, yet she couldn't resist. After becoming queen, instead of living a secluded life, she intensified her audacity. Those who had a one-night stand with her all perished, the survivors becoming her Snow Guards—these zombie-like guards are terrifying beyond belief.

Legends are just legends, after all. The eerie spectacle of her arrival, coupled with the terrifying rumors, truly instilled fear in everyone who heard of her.

But when the real queen stood before them, almost everyone simultaneously had the same thought: those who spread such rumors were utterly despicable; it was completely unjust for such a lovely young girl to be burdened with such a stigma.

"Young man, I'm so sorry." Queen Qing's voice made everyone feel that her apology came from the heart.

Especially Yan Xuan, since his rebirth into this world, he had never heard anyone say "sorry" to him. Being respected for the first time, coupled with Queen Qing's sincere tone, Yan Xuan felt a warm current surge in his chest. Looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him, he felt for a moment that even dying for this woman would be worthwhile.

"No...it's alright..." Yan Xuan smiled and said.

"Young man, go wash up quickly. The dust will hurt your skin," Queen Qing said sweetly.

"Okay, I...I'll go right now." Yan Xuan turned and walked away.

Queen Qing's every smile and frown seemed to possess immense magic, captivating not only Yan Xuan but also everyone else.

At that moment, most people felt that what the woman said made a lot of sense, and listening to her was the right thing to do… You see, normally, if Yanxuan hadn't received the approval of the three female bosses, he definitely wouldn't have dared to leave like this. But now, all he could think about was obeying this woman. He wouldn't hesitate to risk his life for her, let alone go to wash up.

“What amazing mental magic!”

After Yanxuan left, a voice filled with extreme surprise rang out.

This voice resonated like a thunderous boom in everyone's hearts, startling them all. Recalling their thoughts about the woman just now, they couldn't help but blush and feel genuinely horrified. Mental magic is the most difficult of all magics to cultivate. Only those at the level of great mages dare to dabble in it, because without exceptionally strong mental power, the cultivator's brain would collapse. At best, this would lead to mental chaos and madness; at worst, it would result in brain explosion and death.

Queen Qing's expression changed slightly. Following the direction of the voice, she saw three handsome elven men seated around a table by the window. One of them was the same one who had been joking and drinking with Tang Jing yesterday, displaying his superb magical abilities. The one who had just spoken was an elderly elven man with white hair and beard beside him.

"

People say that elves have innate magical talent, and it seems that's true. This old man has good insight," Queen Qing said with a smile, slowly walking towards the table.

A refreshing fragrance wafted from where Queen Qing walked. The scent was intoxicating, making one secretly admire her unparalleled beauty.

Suddenly, a scream rang out.

Everyone was startled, looking around in horror. At this moment, Queen Qing's slender, jade-like hands, seemingly only suited for playing music and painting, actually plunged into the old elf's head...

"What a pity, the elderly are the creatures I despise most," Queen Qing said softly, then abruptly pulled her hand out. In that instant, several people with keen eyesight clearly saw that an extremely sharp object instantly retracted from the tip of Queen Qing's five fingers. What

most people saw was that this hand, capable of both killing and playing music and painting, remained spotless after the bloody murder.

Queen Qing's gaze moved to the other two elves. When she clearly saw the handsome faces and strong bodies of the two young elves, her eyes immediately lit up, her gaze flowing like water with a light mist, and an undisguised fondness appeared on her face.

"Please ask them to go back," Queen Qing said softly.

As they spoke, four of the eight snow guards who had stood motionless and expressionless floated to the table like ghosts. With a gentle grab, they lifted the two elven men, still under the influence of mental magic and aphrodisiac incense, turned, and floated out the door. After tossing the two elves into the carriage, they returned to the Desire Tavern.

The Queen of Love slowly sat down at the table, stretching comfortably, her breasts becoming even more prominent. However, no one was in the mood to appreciate her alluring appearance anymore. The Queen of Love's smile was like a peach blossom, but her heart was as venomous as a snake, her image sweeping through everyone's hearts like a chilling wind from hell.

There were many skilled individuals present, but the thought of being enemies with such a woman, especially with the strongest human empire behind her, forced them to swallow their anger and endure. They hoped their luck would improve in the competition for the treasure; if the treasure truly possessed the legendary power, then it wouldn't be too late to cause trouble for this woman.

"I presume your purpose in coming is the same as mine: the treasure belongs to the Garo Empire. I hope you'll all be sensible," Queen Qing said slowly, her tone more like a soliloquy than a formal address.

The crowd dismissed her words. Leaving aside the age-old adage of "men die for wealth, birds die for food," they felt Queen Qing's words were mere sophistry. The Great Prophet had died a thousand years ago—a thousand years ago? Back then, the Purple Heaven Luo Continent was still a primordial wasteland. The Garo Empire? Who knew what the Garo Empire was back then?

Despite their thoughts, no one refuted her. They first assessed their own strength; they were certainly no match for Queen Qing and her group. Even those with some confidence wouldn't risk their lives at this time. Conserving energy was paramount before the treasure hunt; weakening themselves first would mean missing out on the treasure.

"I know you won't care about what I say, but I must make this clear from the start. Unless the treasure returns to the Jialuo Empire, if it falls into someone else's hands, that person will become the enemy of the entire Jialuo Empire. The Jialuo Empire will use all its power to kill them as soon as possible. Don't even think about becoming the strongest person in the world. You should know that our Jialuo Empire has countless talented people, and we will not give you any time to cultivate." Queen Qing said again.

After speaking, she didn't say anything more. She looked at the sky outside and chuckled softly, "It seems that the treasure's excavation will take a while. It seems I can rest for a while. Hmm, sleep is really important for women." With that, she got up and walked downstairs as if no one else was there. Looking at Lin Jiayi and the others who had been silent behind the bar, she said, "Hehe, the three proprietresses are so beautiful. It's amazing to see such beautiful human women here. No wonder the business here is so good." As she spoke, her eyes swept meaningfully across the faces of the three female proprietors.

Lin Jiayi smiled and said, "The guests aren't giving us three women face, but rather the fine wine of the Desire Inn. Would this sister like to try a glass? It's on me."

Queen Qing laughed, "No, I won't. Drinking will damage my skin. Ah, women, relying on their looks to win men's favor is too tiring. I wonder if there's a place to rest upstairs? May I borrow it? Don't worry, I'll give double the gold coins."

Lin Jiayi hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "If you don't mind the humble inn's simplicity, please feel free to rest there."

Queen Qing nodded in satisfaction, then winked at a snow-covered guard behind her before heading upstairs. The snow-covered guard, receiving the order, turned and left the inn, carrying the two male elves still under the influence of the aphrodisiac incense from the carriage, and led them straight upstairs.

This action astonished everyone. While licentious acts were commonplace in the continental court, such unbridled behavior as Queen Qing's was truly unheard of. As the saying goes, appearances can be deceiving. This is absolutely true. Who would have guessed that such a beautiful, youthful-looking, petite and adorable woman would harbor such a venomous heart and lewd nature?

Right there

in Yan Xuan's room.

Ever since Yan Xuan obeyed the Queen's order and turned to go upstairs to wash, he was pulled into the room by Yana as soon as he reached the top of the stairs.

A faint black aura entered Yan Xuan's brow through Yana's fingertips, instantly revealing the red spider tattoo there. After a slight tremor, Yan Xuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at Yana blankly: "When did I get back to my room? Oh dear, this is terrible! There are still so many guests downstairs. Who knows how the boss will punish me?" With that, he turned and hurriedly tried to leave the room.

Yana grabbed him and whispered, "Master, you're being controlled by mental magic. That woman used you as a medium to cast a mental spell."

"Mental magic? Using me?" Yanxuan was stunned for a moment, then said confidently, "That little girl would never do such a thing. She's so cute, she must be a good person."

As he finished speaking, a sudden chill ran through him. Damn it, there are so many demons here! It felt like I was possessed. That young woman was so cute, but she looked like the type who'd drain you dry.

(Chapter Thirteen: Absorbing Yang Energy)

Yana looked at the astonished Yanxuan and was both amused and exasperated. Could he be considered foolish? Yet, his eyes occasionally flashed with a spiritual light.

"Master, you'd better stay away from that woman. The dark power she wields is very evil," Yana advised. She wasn't concerned about Yanxuan, but rather afraid of being implicated. She had a very important mission; she couldn't die!

Yan Xuan looked at Yana with a puzzled expression and muttered softly, "Is it that powerful?" He didn't understand what Yana meant by mental magic and poison, but he could tell from her serious expression that what she said was important.

"Of course it's powerful. If Yana's Death Spider Queen essence hadn't been absorbed by the master, it would have been able to protect against poison, and Yana's magical abilities were definitely superior to hers. But now that the Death Spider Queen's essence has been taken by the master, although I can defeat her magic, I can't defend against her poison. So please be careful, master."

Just then, the clock on the top floor of Yanan City struck midnight.

Amidst the resounding chimes, Yan Xuan's transformation began again. Recently, his body had been constantly switching between these two states, making Yan Xuan a little apprehensive.

Yana silently watched Yan Xuan during his transformation, her thoughts unreadable.

Just as the transformation ended, Queen Qing's voice came from the stairs: "Check all the rooms."

Yan Xuan was startled and hurriedly turned to Yana, saying, "You hide quickly."

...Damn it, the little panda is gone. Is this still considered a master? Now Yan Xuan was even less convinced. He'd take advantage of any future gains, even if he died, it would be worth it.

Just as Yan Xuan was about to hide, the door to the room was pushed open by the Snow Guard. The Snow Guard didn't attack Yan Xuan directly as expected. Instead, he looked at Yan Xuan with surprise before grabbing him and taking him outside. It seemed he had no intention of killing Yan Xuan.

Queen Qing chose Su Ying's room out of the three, because Su Ying's room was the most warm and comfortable. Compared to Lin Jiayi's cold color scheme and Tang Jing's messy and unkempt room, Su Ying's room was obviously more suitable for a short rest.

She ordered the snow guards to place the two male elves on the bed, surveying them with satisfaction. A moment later, her face flushed, and her eyes gleamed with desire.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Yan Xuan shouted as the snow guards threw him to the ground.

Queen Qing turned curiously to look, but once she saw him, she couldn't look away. Yan Xuan's handsome face, the muscular physique revealed by his loose clothes slipping down his body, and most importantly, the deep, unfathomable depths in his eyes, and the overall eerie aura he exuded.

Like a toy lover, she wasn't too picky at first. A pretty appearance was enough to satisfy an ordinary player, but as time went on, she became increasingly demanding. She required not only good looks but also inner qualities. Queen Qing was like that. She had seen many handsome men, but Yan Xuan was the first to possess such extreme beauty and unforgettable charm.

After looking at Yan Xuan, and then at the two elven men on the bed, Queen Qing could no longer see their beauty; they were just two ordinary toys.

"Throw them out," Queen Qing said.

Adhering to his habit of acting without speaking, the guard Xue stepped forward, grabbed the two elves, and carried them out. He skillfully closed the door tightly as he left.

Only Yan Xuan and Queen Qing remained in the room.

Yan Xuan remembered what Yan Na had just said. Looking at the beautiful and lovely Queen Qing before him, he could no longer see her beauty. He felt this woman was terrifying; all her childlike smiles were masks of the devil.

As Queen Qing approached, Yan Xuan retreated incessantly. "Amitabha, Buddha above, this disciple is utterly devout! Form is emptiness, emptiness is form! Save this lowly soldier Yan Xuan!

" "My name is Qing'er, and yours?" Queen Qing, like a girl experiencing her first love, asked this question, two blushes appearing on her face, making her beautiful features even more radiant.

"My name is Yan Xuan," he blurted out instinctively, his heart filled with even greater horror. She was indeed a demoness, a female demon! This godforsaken place was full of monsters.

"Yan Xuan? Then I'll call you Yan Xuan. Yan Xuan, do you think I'm beautiful?" Queen Qing whispered. To seize the treasure, she needed some yang energy, and this one was quite pleasing to the eye. She hadn't expected such a desolate place to have such a beauty.

Regarding the substantive issue, Yanxuan didn't want to lie, and stated the facts: "Beautiful, very beautiful."

"Then why are you still backing away? Don't you want to hug me?" A strange light flashed in Queen Qing's eyes, her tone carrying a seductive charm.

"Want..." Yanxuan's eyes were dazed. Suddenly, his brow twitched slightly twice, and his eyes lit up instantly. He exclaimed, "No!"

Queen Qing was incredibly surprised. It was true that the man before her was an elf. However, she hadn't expected this elf to be able to withstand fifty percent of her mental magic energy. She knew that when she used the love potion to kill the old elf, she had only used forty percent.

"Really don't want to? Qing'er is so cold, can you bear to let Qing'er freeze?" Queen Qing's eyes gleamed even more intensely.

Yanxuan's brow twitched weakly a few times before stopping, and his eyes returned to a blank state. He silently approached Queen Qing, embraced her delicate body, and whispered in her ear, "Let me hold you, I can't bear to see you cold..."

Through the thin fabric, she could feel Yan Xuan's strong, broad chest and the intense masculine scent emanating from his body. Queen Qing seemed to recall something, her face briefly darkening before regaining its composure. Looking up at Yan Xuan, she said in a seductive voice, "I want to rest in bed. Will you carry me to bed and help me take off my clothes?"

Yan Xuan's mind was clear, but he remembered the scene from earlier that day vividly. Even in death, he wanted to choose a better way. He forcefully lifted Queen Qing to bed, but when it came to undressing her, he struggled frantically for a long time without success. In both his past and present lives, Yan Xuan had never even seen such elaborate palace attire, let alone touched it. How was he supposed to undress her?

Queen Qing was already flushed with desire, her eyes misty with moisture, her breathing rapid. She grasped Yan Xuan's hands, guiding him to remove her clothes. In an instant, Queen Qing's delicate body nestled into Yan Xuan's arms like a lamb. As for Yan Xuan's oversized clothes, they were quickly stripped off.

"Yan Xuan, lie on the bed and let Qing'er massage you, okay?" Queen Qing said seductively, pushing Yan Xuan down onto the bed and caressing his entire body.

Chapter Fourteen: The Elven Temple

Soon, Yan Xuan finally understood what it felt like to be raped. Although his desire was aroused, his life was more important. This was a woman, even if she wasn't a normal woman, she was still human!

With a groan like that of an orgasm, Yan Xuan's lower body entered Queen Qing's body completely. The feeling of fullness made Queen Qing breathe a comfortable sigh.

After a moment of adjustment, Queen Qing moved up and down, her moans rising and falling... Her beautiful hair swayed, and glistening beads of sweat scattered everywhere, creating an indescribable erotic scene. Even more terrifying, Yan Xuan discovered that her secret place could actually writhe, a truly devastating blow.

Yan Xuan withdrew and then thrust in again, beginning to pump forcefully. Queen Qing's flesh was tight and warm. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her two full breasts rose and fell evenly with Yan Xuan's thrusts. "Ah...so full..."

The junction of his penis and vagina was perfectly aligned, and strands of vaginal fluid were squeezing out from the gap and flowing down to her anus, forming a milky white trickle. Yan Xuan pushed Queen Qing's legs high onto her shoulders, opening her entire vulva wide open before him. Her tender pink flesh was already soaking wet, and his scrotum occasionally bumped against her perineum. The room was filled with the sounds of splashing and the Queen's moans. Not only was the entire valley intensely hot, but the heat inside the secret cave was unprecedented. Yan Xuan's penis thrust in and out relentlessly, the room echoing with the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, mixed with the soft, sizzling sounds of their union. The sounds were incredibly lewd.

His hard penis was perfectly positioned between her legs, nestled within her moist, flowing lips. Yan Xuan could even feel those two burning labia sucking at his ever-growing penis. Her entire vulva was clearly exposed. Two swollen, red labia minora were turned outwards, pressed against the wet pubic hair. The labia minora, bright red like two flower petals, parted to reveal the pink fleshy folds of the vaginal opening. The swollen, erect clitoris peeked out from the sparse pubic hair, which was covered in vaginal fluid. Never before subjected to such torment, it gradually became incoherent, its moans turning into something like weeping. Its hands left its owner's back and began to knead its own breasts.

With a long cry of "Ah... Oh... Oh...", the Queen of Passion arched her body into a bridge shape, her body trembling several times. Her vagina began to contract and twitch, and a thin, sticky, pale white vaginal fluid gushed from the opening, flowing down to her anus. She had clearly experienced her first orgasm of the day. Yan Xuan increased the force of his piston-like movements, each thrust a rapid, powerful impact. She was already in a semi-frenzied state, "Ah...good...ah...I can't...ah...I can't..." "Oh...Yan Xuan...so beautiful...ah...ah..." Queen Qing lay weakly on the bed, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, crying out, "Ah...ah...so deep, too thick...ah...ah...all the way in...gently, gently...Queen Qing can't take it...too deep...too deep...ah...ah...Yan Xuan can't take it..." Yan Xuan didn't give Queen Qing a chance to plead, thrusting all the way in. Queen Qing. The rapid thrusting forced Queen Qing's slender waist to unconsciously sway and twist, struggling to resist the impacts that plunged into her core.

A satisfied cry burst from the depths of the Queen's throat, her delicate body convulsing violently; she quickly reached another climax, her whole body spasming, then relaxing, her eyes rolling back. Yan Xuan felt himself being tightly gripped by her tender flesh, and she felt a gush of sweet dew spurt out—a honeyed spring, glistening dewdrops, a precious gift offered by a woman's passion. Suddenly, her body stiffened, motionless as if dead. Yan Xuan knew she needed to stop and rest, but he hadn't ejaculated yet, so he deliberately tormented her, continuing his thrusts, penetrating again and again. She quickly became more than just a corpse; her reaction intensified. She reached another climax. But Yan Xuan could clearly feel her vaginal walls contracting even tighter due to the stimulation, yet her movements became faster and more intense. Yan Xuan felt she had reached the edge of orgasm, completely subconsciously moving her body up and down, twisting her waist, rubbing her pubic bone, her consciousness blurred, no longer able to control herself. Because she was so easily aroused, her vagina simultaneously gushed forth hot love fluid, instantly reaching a second climax, and she even fainted from pleasure. "Ah...!" Another surge of heat flowed from the depths of her vagina; the Queen of Love had lost count of how many climaxes she had experienced. Her body trembled violently, and finally, amidst wave after wave of climaxes, her eyes rolled back, her whole body convulsed, and she fainted, her eyes rolling back. Her entire body first stiffened instantly, then completely collapsed onto the bed. The splashing lustful fluid not only flooded her anus but also flowed down onto the sheet beneath her buttocks, soaking a large area.

Yan Xuan carefully stimulated her pearl and petals. The Queen of Love, stimulated so intensely, couldn't even utter a moan; she could only express her passion through the writhing of her beautiful body. The Queen of Love's brief moment of breathing and moaning vanished instantly as the two dragons, like ferocious beasts, thrust and thrashed. Her labia were instantly stretched open by the penetration, her honeyed fluids flowing endlessly—one deadly orgasm after another erupted.

Even after the penis was withdrawn, the Queen's honeyed orifice remained tightly closed for a long time. As soon as Yan Xuan released her, the Queen, deprived of support, immediately collapsed onto the bed, unconscious… Only her vagina remained, twitching unconsciously. Yan Xuan thrust harder, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper, the rough shaft grinding against the tender inner walls of her honeyed orifice. In one go, Yan Xuan thrust his penis all the way in, pressing tightly against her tender clitoris.

Yan Xuan also enjoyed the sensation. He began to manipulate and knead her flesh, wave after wave of orgasms constantly stimulating her central nervous system, almost making her faint. Their waists collided, the sounds of wet, slurring filling the air. His penis thrust into the Queen, its tip glistening with white love fluid. The movements of his waist gradually accelerated. The intervals between her breaths shortened, and the contractions within the tight flesh enveloping his penis increased dramatically.

Yan Xuan reached his climax, ejaculating with tremendous force. Queen Qing felt the large penis throbbing powerfully inside her vagina, followed by a surge of heat and intense pleasure. Unexpectedly

, Queen Qing's body arched sharply, and a soft moan escaped her lips in sync with his. Even Queen Qing herself was surprised; this had never happened before!

Just as she was about to finish him off decisively, a soft cough came from outside.

Queen Qing knew this was Guard Xue reminding her that the time for the treasure's excavation was approaching.

Suddenly, her eyes turned cold. She sat up, closed her eyes, and a pink halo appeared on her lower abdomen, quickly spreading throughout her body. Moments later, the entire room was filled with a soft pink glow.

Queen Qing slowly rose and fell, each time she sat down seemingly with great effort.

Yan Xuan's face gradually flushed, the red deepening as if his face were congested with blood. Even his breathing became rapid and abnormal, his facial muscles contorting in pain. He was enjoying the intense pleasure, every cell in his body was active.

The Queen's movements became faster and faster, and Yan Xuan, disregarding everything, haphazardly pinched and squeezed the enchantress's body. When he touched her full buttocks, an evil thought flashed through his mind, and Yan Xuan's fingers suddenly shoved inside. The undulating body came to an abrupt halt. The Queen was filled with rage. This damned bastard, how could he, how could he!

This was impossible; under her aphrodisiac magic, no man had ever done anything else.

"Who!"

During this perilous moment for Yan Xuan, Yana, who was secretly watching everything from not far outside the window using a special method of the Dark Elf race, was also sweating profusely. She almost couldn't help but rush in to rescue Yan Xuan. You must know that the mysterious contract power of the Dark Elf race would also take her life after Yan Xuan's death.

Queen Qing instantly dressed, gave a signal, and rushed out, with the Snow Guard immediately following.

Yan Xuan looked at the ceiling, then at himself, and finally breathed a sigh of relief; his life was spared… He dashed out! Without even taking his clothes, Yan Xuan rushed out. He was struck unconscious by a guard at the door.

The bright moon hung in the sky, and a gentle breeze blew.

The red coral forest, bathed in the bright moonlight, was as beautiful as a girl draped in a red veil. The tranquility of the night and the beauty of the forest made it a sight to behold from any angle.

Unfortunately, this beautiful scene was now tinged with a chilling atmosphere. Numerous treasure hunters lingered outside the coral forest, waiting for the moment the treasure would be unearthed, silently calculating how to win the competition.

Compared to other primeval forests on the Purple Heaven Luo Continent, the coral forest was not very old. It was merely one of the many natural environmental engineering projects undertaken by the first Elven Empire five hundred years ago to massively increase forests and create a perfect natural environment. If it weren't for the fact that the treasure was discovered here, the elves of the Elven Empire would probably have forgotten about this jungle.

Queen Qing's carriage hovered silently in mid-air, the rare unicorn displaying its superb flying ability. When still, it was as stable as if standing on the ground. The icy aura emanating from the eight snow guards pressed down on the ground, casting a thick shadow over the hearts of the treasure hunters below.

Yana trailed far behind Queen Qing's carriage. The Night Elves belonged to the darkness; they were children of the darkness. In the night, they possessed unparalleled abilities. It wasn't that Queen Qing's magical abilities were inferior to Yana's. Even a magically stronger than Yana wouldn't be able to detect her presence in the darkness. Luring Queen Qing out at the crucial moment was unavoidable; after all, they couldn't let that man die, so exhausting him was beneficial.

Yana surveyed her surroundings, and after a moment, her expression turned somewhat dejected. She muttered to herself, "Don't they have any interest in the treasure? Why haven't they shown up? Do I have to go and invite her myself...?" As she spoke, the image of that stunningly beautiful, incomparably holy elven woman flashed through Yana's mind again. It was she who had injured Yana, causing this strongest night elf to be reduced to a half-elf slave.

A look of resentment appeared on Yana's beautiful face. She glanced at the Queen's carriage, hesitated for a moment, then moved slightly, disappearing into the night like a gust of wind.

At the center of the five great elven empires, lay the oldest forest on the entire continent. All elves considered this their origin, a place where they worshipped their god of nature, and where their spiritual pillar—the Elven Temple—stood.

Within the enormous Elven Temple, formed by vines and trees controlled by nature magic, the soft light of luminous pearls filled the air.

A woman clad in a long white robe, possessing ethereal beauty and a complexion as radiant and pure as warm jade, stood silently in the center of the temple, devoutly gazing at the statue of the goddess of nature. Her beauty could inspire awe in any man; the word "flawless" was entirely fitting for her. Even her pointed ears, which should have accentuated her playful nature, did not detract from her dignified bearing.

She was the pride of all elves, the youngest temple saintess in history—Xue Ran.

Xue Ran stood quietly, her serene face radiating a devout glow.

"Your Highness, an envoy from the Firestone Elf Empire requests an audience." A handsome elven man, also dressed in a long robe, entered the hall, bowed, and spoke in a low voice.

Xue Ran frowned slightly and said softly, "What does he want?"

The white-robed elf hesitated for a moment before saying, "There has been a riot in the Firestone Empire. They... they hope you will convey the will of God to stop the riot."

Xue Ran turned around, smiling faintly. This smile made the light of the luminous pearls in the temple pale in comparison, and even the devout white-robed elf was momentarily speechless, captivated by Xue Ran's ethereal and exquisite beauty.

Xue Ran said, "Everything in this world has its own fair rewards and punishments. The God of Nature is the deity who protects my Great Elf race. How could he become a tool for those high-ranking officials and nobles to deceive their people? Justice resides in the hearts of the people. Tell the envoy of the Firestone Empire that if you want your people to submit, you must put their needs first and stop plotting against the gods, or you will be punished by the gods!"

Chapter Fifteen

: A Moment's Dilemma Xue Ran's voice was calm, yet it possessed a special magic that could see into people's hearts. Even the white-robed elf who was relaying the message felt a deep sense of guilt at that moment. His face turned red, and his tone was filled with remorse as he said, "I was wrong. Please punish me, Holy Maiden."

Xue Ran chuckled, "What wrong have you done? The duty of the messenger priest of the Elf Temple is to convey the desires of the believers. You are not wrong; they are the ones who are wrong."

The white-robed elf's expression softened, and he bowed deeply with utmost respect before slowly retreating.

The elven temple returned to its previous tranquility. Xue Ran looked up at the statue of the God of Nature, a look of profound sorrow on her face.

"My most revered god, can you tell your followers if disaster is imminent?" Xue Ran murmured.

Her mournful voice seemed to move even the plants and trees in the temple, causing them to rustle and sway as if they too were pleading with Xue Ran for guidance from the God of Nature.

The towering statue of the Goddess of Nature suddenly trembled slightly. Its two pearl-encrusted eyes briefly shifted, and two glistening teardrop-like gems slowly rolled down the statue's cheeks…

Xue Ran, seeing the two teardrop-like gems, smiled slightly and said devoutly, “Thank you, my God. I know you will not abandon your believers. At this time, you have sent us sacred objects—the Tears of Nature. With these two, we now have seven. Then the power of nature will become our weapon to defend peace.”

As the Tears of Nature rolled, a necklace hanging from Xue Ran's chest, adorned with five Tears of Nature, emitted a faint five-colored light. The light intertwined and gradually converged into a line, slowly shooting towards the two rolling Tears of Nature.

Just as the halo was about to touch the two Tears of Nature, and the two Tears of Nature trembled slightly, about to be lifted up by the halo,

suddenly, a gentle breeze blew into the temple, causing a few leaves among the lush branches to tremble softly in the wind.

Before Xue Ran could collect the Tears of Nature, she abruptly turned around, looking warily behind her. Her expression quickly returned to calm as she said indifferently, "You've come again..."

Yana appeared not far from Xue Ran, her pretty, fair face showing no hostility. "How did you know it was me?"

"Who else in the entire Elven race could enter the Elven Temple unnoticed besides you?" Xue Ran said.

Her words only fueled Yana's resentment. She said bitterly, "I'm not an Elf."

Xue Ran naturally understood what Yana meant. The centuries-long persecution of the Dark Elves by the Great Elves, whom they considered heretics, was essentially orchestrated by the Elven Temple. The Dark Elves differed from the Great Elves; they worshipped not the God of Nature, but the God of Death, the Spider God.

In religion, when a powerful religion discovers another group whose doctrines contradict its own, the inevitable result is that the weaker group becomes heretical and will be utterly destroyed by the powerful church. This was something Xue Ran couldn't control either. Raised by the temple from childhood and instilled with the doctrines of nature, she subconsciously felt that the Night Elves were heretics, deserving divine punishment.

Xue Ran gently moved forward half a step, her body positioned precisely in front of the goddess statue. She was worried that this powerful Night Elf would discover the Tears of Nature. Last time, Yana had been injured by her when she came to the temple to steal the sacred object. She couldn't imagine what the strongest Night Elf would be like with the power of nature. She was certain that it would be a catastrophe for the Elven Temple and even the Great Elf race; the long-suppressed resentment of the Night Elves would sweep across the five elven empires like a whirlwind.

Yana stared at Xue Ran expressionlessly, her body slowly levitating. A thick darkness, like the shadow cast by dark clouds, slowly enveloped the entire temple. This was Yana's strongest skill at present—Dark Abyss.

Xue Ran had already anticipated a fierce battle between her and Yana, but she hadn't expected it to come so quickly. It seemed that Yana had come with no other purpose than to fight her.

This suited Xue Ran's intentions perfectly; at least, it would draw Yana's attention during the fight, preventing her from noticing the two sacred artifacts, the Tears of Nature.

Xue Ran calmly opened her arms, her graceful body radiating a soft, milky-white light. Bathed in this light, Xue Ran truly resembled a goddess of nature descending to earth. All the plants forming the temple trembled slightly, as if instantly imbued with life, shifting at various angles, searching for the strongest possible attack.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Yana's face. Her body moved slightly, becoming light and floating slowly in the air.

Xue Ran was puzzled. If Yana so desired a fight, she shouldn't be hesitant like this. Could it be that she had some kind of conspiracy? Thinking this, Xue Ran panicked. She waved her hands lightly, and two beams of milky-white light swept across the temple like searchlights.

"Haha..." A dark shadow shot out of the temple like a black lightning bolt, leaving behind Yana's triumphant laughter in the air. When the laughter ended, the image of Yana left in mid-air burst and disappeared like a soap bubble. The darkness that had covered the entire temple vanished instantly, like snow falling in spring, and the light of the luminous pearls once again filled every corner of the temple.

Xue Ran hurriedly turned to look at the statue of the Goddess of Nature, only to find that the two Tears of Nature were gone.

"Damn it, I was too careless. How could I forget that she is fully capable of using dark clones!" Xue Ran muttered. As she spoke, her body quickly floated out of the temple, raised her hand, and a burst of white light, like a flower, exploded in mid-air. Dozens of figures darted out from countless corners of the elven forest, following behind Xue Ran, flashing towards the direction where Yana had disappeared.

Xue Ran was about the same age as Yana, both being women, and almost the same age. Even though the temple education Xue Ran received from childhood had instilled in her the ability to remain calm and composed at all times... However, subconsciously, like countless women her age, she possessed a competitive spirit, only less so than others. But this time, Yana, that heretic, had used despicable tricks to steal the sacred relic right under her nose, and Xue Ran could no longer remain calm. She was determined to retrieve it herself. A single thought could change everything

; Xue Ran could never have imagined that this momentary surge of competitiveness would completely alter the course of her life…

Chapter Sixteen: The Ownership

of the Treasure. At this moment, the coral jungle was beginning to glow with a precious light, and the air above was filled with auspicious energy.

This was a sign that the treasure was about to be unearthed. The area was too vast to pinpoint its exact location yet. However, all the treasure hunters were already eager and ready to try their luck.

Queen Qing leaned against the carriage window, Yan Xuan, naked and still unconscious, beside her. She glanced at the situation below and whispered to the Snow Guards outside, "Don't act yet. Once the treasure has been claimed, target the winner. All eight of you, work together to unleash the Ice Storm and kill the winner in one blow!"

The eight Snow Guards nodded slightly, their eyes gleaming as they stared intently at the coral jungle.

Queen Qing was quite satisfied with their performance. She lowered the curtain and turned her attention back to Yan Xuan's body, reaching out to touch his genitals again. The intense pleasure was addictive, and this was the fifth time…

A moment later, the aura of treasure suddenly condensed, coalescing into a beam that plummeted downwards. Everyone knew that the place where the aura sank was where the treasure was located.

At this moment, a strange scene unfolded.

Now that the treasure's location was confirmed, shouldn't they be fighting fiercely and vying for it? But the treasure hunters before them merely glanced around, sizing up their opponents, none of them making a move.

Upon reflection, this wasn't surprising. They all understood that the treasure hunters were teeming with powerful figures. Leaving aside those who were deeply hidden, there was also the incredibly formidable Queen Qing, whom they knew of. As the saying goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." Everyone wanted to be the oriole, but no one wanted to try being the mantis. Anyone who did would be a complete fool!

One person thought this, two people thought this, everyone thought this. They all desperately wanted someone to raise their arms and shout, "Treasure hunting!" Ideally, someone with some charisma to inspire others to make the first move. In the chaos, even if they didn't get the chance to be the oriole, they could at least fish in the turmoil.

"Hey buddy, the treasure's appeared. Why don't you go grab it?" a man with a goatee said to the middle-aged man closest to him.

"Hey buddy, you go first. My mom always told me to respect the elderly and care for the young. You're older than me, so you should go first," the middle-aged man replied.

"Damn, buddy, I'm not old at all. Don't let my beard fool you, I'm only in my twenties." This old guy was completely shameless in his lies, his deep wrinkles making him look like a young man.

"Huh? In your twenties? Oh, I hadn't looked closely before, but now I see you really are young. Respect the elderly and care for the young, you can't be old, you're still young. See, I have to be polite. You go first." The middle-aged man's quick wit and eloquence were clearly much better than the old man's.

"Damn it! What are you whispering about? You two go together!" A bearded man nearby was very unhappy with the two guys' chattering while he was nervous.

As soon as they said they should go together, the two guys immediately shut up and looked around again, searching for someone to "take the lead."

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed across the sky, darting towards the treasure's location like lightning.

Finally, someone had taken the lead… Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to act.

Unfortunately, just as they moved and plunged into the forest, it was plunged into darkness. Even the aura emanating from the treasure was swallowed by this dense darkness.

Among these people were several mages; illumination spells were merely basic novice skills for them. Strangely, in this darkness, illumination spells were completely ineffective…

Suddenly, a milky-white light shot out from the darkness, instantly magnifying and completely dispelling it.

Xue Ran's body, bathed in the milky-white light, descended gracefully into the forest, radiating holiness.

Behind her were dozens of extremely handsome elves dressed in green robes, each carrying a green longbow almost as long as their bodies. These longbows were now in their hands, drawn taut. Although there were no arrows on the strings, a green glow flowed within them.

Some experienced treasure hunters, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but inwardly cry out in alarm. In fact, these treasure hunters had already devised a plan before venturing into the coral jungle. They had assumed that even if the elves were interested in the treasure, they would only need to deal with the elven soldiers. However, none of them had anticipated that the elven temple, usually detached from worldly affairs and relying on its believers for everything, would also intervene. And they seemed to value the treasure highly; dozens of "Nature Archers," usually rare even in single or two, had now arrived. Furthermore, the woman in white appeared to be their leader.

Heavens! Could she be the Holy Maiden of the elven temple? The treasure hunters exclaimed inwardly.

The darkness that had just enveloped the Queen's carriage in mid-air. The Queen felt only a movement of the curtain, a gust of wind, and when the light returned, Yan Xuan beside her was nowhere to be seen.

Xue Ran coldly surveyed the treasure hunters; she felt that even a glance at these greedy beings was a desecration. The elves all considered themselves noble, and the Holy Maiden of the Elven Temple was naturally the noblest of all.

A moment later, Xue Ran frowned. The aura emanating from these filthy creatures completely masked Yana's presence, making it impossible for her to conduct a precise search.

Suddenly, Yana's aura reappeared, subtly stirring her mind before vanishing again. After this happened three or four times, Xue Ran finally pinpointed Yana's location.

Her body transformed into a streak of milky-white light, rapidly shooting into the night sky.

Just as her body left the ground, the treasure hunters were astonished to see that the treasure's aura had disappeared.

"Damn it! That woman just stole the treasure!" someone shouted.

Immediately, several voices echoed.

Normally, the treasure hunters would never have dared to provoke the Elven Temple. However, the temptation of the world's strongest being was simply too strong; these desperate individuals no longer had any of their usual scruples in the face of such allure. With a whoosh, they unleashed their abilities and chased after Xue Ran.

Xue Ran glanced back at the swarming group of flies behind her, her brows furrowing slightly. Their auras were constantly interfering with her search. After a moment's hesitation, she waved her hand, and most of the natural archers were sent to deal with the treasure hunters.

Judging from their auras, Yana was running incredibly fast. Xue Ran, focused solely on retrieving the sacred artifact, accelerated her pursuit without a second thought. Her speed was roughly equal to Yana's, but the natural archers were far slower. Gradually, the number of natural archers behind Xue Ran decreased until only Xue Ran could keep up with Yana's pace.

Chapter Seventeen: Nine Yang True Scripture.

Yana, carrying the naked Yan Xuan, strolled leisurely, surprised that her plan was progressing so smoothly. She had to deliberately narrow the gap, luring that self-righteous woman into her trap.

After a moment's thought, she would regain her freedom and absolute power. A slight smile crept onto Yana's lips...

A soft groan from Yanxuan snapped her out of her reverie. Her attention returned to Yanxuan, and looking down at the handsome man, she suddenly realized that he only possessed the characteristics of those two images while asleep. Even in his sleep, Yanxuan remained as handsome as ever, but with his eyes closed, he had a static charm, and the subtle honesty in his brows made Yana's heart flutter.

Suddenly, a cool sensation flowed from her left hand into her body.

She realized that when she had swept through the jungle, she had casually picked up the so-called treasure to create chaos. It was called a treasure, but it was really just a sheepskin package; Yana herself had no idea what was inside. This cool sensation instantly fueled her curiosity. After a moment's hesitation, she quickened her pace and landed on a dark mountain range.

Having paid no attention along the way, focusing solely on how to lure Xue Ran into the trap, Yana was completely bewildered when she landed in the mountains.

Fortunately, the mountains were rather barren. Even the vegetation was sparse. Having such a location to face an opponent capable of wielding natural forces was incredibly lucky. Yana surveyed

her surroundings, and a dark cave entrance, resembling the gaping maw of a wild beast, came into view. Without hesitation, she approached and crawled inside.

The night was cool, but the cave possessed a peculiar warmth. The warmth invigorated Yana, and the sudden surge of languor almost made her fall asleep.

Thinking about the fierce battle that might follow, Yana's spirits lifted. She was eager to see what the so-called treasure was. If it truly could, as legend had it, transform a person into the strongest on the continent, then the hopes of Yana and the entire Dark Elf race would be realized sooner than expected.

With immense excitement, Yana slowly unwrapped the sheepskin. The old, yellowed skin was covered with countless tiny red dots, connected by dense, fine lines. These red dots, applied with an unknown pigment, remained vibrant despite the sheepskin's near decay.

Inside the sheepskin was a thin book and something strangely shaped like a root carving—clearly a baby's form.

Yana's excitement gradually cooled. Clinging to a last hope, she opened the book.

Disappointment! Utter disappointment! After flipping through it for a while, she couldn't recognize a single word. Or perhaps it wasn't writing, but some kind of symbol?

As the hope of the Night Elf race, Yana had been taught various subjects by the clan's wise men since childhood. She was confident she could recognize not only the writing and symbols of the Elven Empire, but even the writing of the Human Empire. Even if her knowledge was somewhat lacking, she should at least be able to discern some clues, right? Unfortunately, she couldn't understand anything in this book.

The feeling of utter disappointment ignited a nameless anger in Yana. She threw the book aside and stomped on it a few times to feel better.

After some time, Yanxuan finally woke up, letting out a loud scream as soon as he opened his eyes. When he saw that he was naked, he instinctively clutched his chest and looked around in horror, looking like a woman on the verge of being raped—it was utterly ridiculous.

"Master, you're awake?" Yana hurriedly said.

Seeing that it was Yana, Yanxuan calmed down, patted his chest, and muttered, "Damn it, how did I get here so quickly!"

Yana said softly, "You were bewitched by that woman's mental magic. I rescued you and brought you here."

"Master, now that I'm by your side, no one will hurt you," Yana comforted him softly.

Yan Xuan nodded hastily, his eyes darting around nervously. He was terrified; was she planning to kill him here to cover his tracks? He said urgently, "You have to get me back to the Desire Inn right away. If I can't open for business tomorrow morning, they'll punish me."

Yana sighed inwardly. Anyone else would have thought of escaping and escaping slavery if given such an opportunity. But Yan Xuan clearly seemed addicted to being a slave; such a lack of ambition was truly despicable.

"Master, don't worry, I'll definitely get you back before we open tomorrow. You know, that woman is still looking for us. If we go back now, she might catch you again. It's safer to go back after you transform."

As Yan Xuan braced himself against the ground to get up, his right hand suddenly touched something…

"What is that?" Yan Xuan instinctively grabbed what he touched; it was the book Yana had just thrown on the ground and stomped on.

By the moonlight streaming through the cave entrance, Yan Xuan could see the book's cover clearly.

Instantly, an emotion so intense it almost made him shout surge wildly in his chest.

The words on the cover were enormous Chinese characters: Nine, Yang, True, Scripture!

At this moment, Yanxuan was no longer thinking; extreme excitement bordered on madness. He only knew to hold the book tightly, trembling, laughing, tears streaming down his face.

Like a fellow countryman meeting another, tears welled up in his eyes. Regardless of whether the manual was truly valuable or not, he was definitely captivated, experiencing a dreamlike state.

His appearance alerted Yana, who quickly pressed down on Yanxuan's shoulders, anxiously asking, "Master, what's wrong?"

"I...I..." Yanxuan's lips trembled, unable to utter another word for a long time. Only when Yana became impatient did Yanxuan finally say, "I'm too excited."

Ugh! Isn't that obvious? His current state clearly indicated extreme excitement. Yana asked helplessly, "Master, can you tell me why you're so excited?"

"This...this...this thing is very good and powerful, the Nine Yang Manual, haha, it's fucking hilarious! The Nine Yang Manual, damn it!" Yan Xuan felt he was becoming hysterical. He'd somehow managed to get here, and it had been a long time since he'd been so out of control.

Yana looked at Yan Xuan in confusion. What he was saying was beyond the comprehension of Yana and even everyone else on the Purple Heaven Luo Continent.

Just as Yana was still bewildered, Yan Xuan tremblingly opened the Nine Yang Manual…

Chapter Eighteen: To Practice Divine Skills, One Must First Castrate Oneself!

The first page contained eight large characters: "To practice divine skills, one must first castrate oneself!"

Yan Xuan was dumbfounded. Castrate himself? Damn, that's just being a eunuch! Isn't that the opening line of the Sunflower Manual?

Yan Xuan hurriedly flipped to the second page, and the eight large characters on the second page almost made him faint on the spot: "Even self-castration will hardly succeed!"

The third page finally showed a improvement in the number of words: "Just kidding, just kidding, haha, it's just a joke, you bastard, don't take it seriously. A man's manhood is the most precious thing. Without that thing, what's the use of even the most powerful martial arts? This manual is for practicing with your manhood, haha... There's my relic there, consider it compensation for the fright you just experienced! The sheepskin has a meridian diagram, practice slowly according to the incantation! As for how far you can go, that depends on your fate! I guarantee, this book is absolutely a must-have for home, travel, sex, and more!"

Yan Xuan was completely dumbfounded. What was all this about? If it were in his previous life, this lousy book would at most be a joke book, more like a bunch of bragging. Relic? And a meridian diagram? Where? "You dare to brag when you have nothing!"

For the first time, the usually low-key Yanxuan felt like slapping someone.

"Master, what's wrong?" Yana asked curiously again.

Yanxuan subconsciously looked up at her, only to discover a gleaming bone not far from her feet.

Heavens! Could this be real?

It looks like a real relic, something priceless… Wait, this place seems useless now. He'd risk everything, even defying the emperor, and now he's at this point… Eat!

Hot! Unbearably hot! In an instant, Yanxuan felt as if he were in a gradually heating oven. The surface of his skin was burned crimson by the surging heat within him, the powerful heat flowing and surging through his body like magma.

Yana was terrified. She knew that due to the mysterious contract, if Yanxuan died, Yana would also be taken from her by its power. But what puzzled Yana was that while Yanxuan seemed to be in great pain and danger, she felt no discomfort whatsoever.

"Master, what's wrong?" Yana rushed forward to support Yanxuan. The moment her hand touched him, Yanxuan's condition underwent a dramatic change. The previously scorching heat, like lava, suddenly transformed into an icy chill. In an instant, a layer of frost appeared on Yanxuan's body, and the warmth of the cave was completely dispelled, leaving it freezing cold.

This sudden change in temperature caused Yanxuan immense pain. He collapsed to the ground, writhing and groaning.

Just then, a gust of wind blew into the cave, causing the pages of the fallen *Nine Yang Manual* to open.

As fate would have it, Yanxuan rolled right next to the book. Quick-witted, he struggled to grab it and flipped to the last page. The incantations only said to cultivate according to the diagrams, and the incantations were incredibly obscure to Yanxuan.

But at this point, Yanxuan couldn't care less about studying the incantations word by word; he only wanted to struggle to the sheepskin diagrams and try to read them by moonlight.

Strangely enough, Yanxuan couldn't understand the meaning of the red dots on the diagrams, but after reading each red dot, a corresponding bright spot appeared on his body, and the pain he was experiencing lessened slightly.

Yana's feelings at this point were beyond incomprehension. She rushed to Yanxuan's side, trying to help him and check if there were any hidden mechanisms in the sheepskin that she hadn't discovered.

As Yana approached Yanxuan, her outstretched hands about to touch his body, a powerful energy surged through her fingers into her body, blasting her away and leaving her slumped against the wall, unable to move. She could only try to circulate her internal energy to eliminate this strange and terrifying force.

More and more red dots appeared on Yanxuan's body, until gradually, all the red dots on the sheepskin glowed brightly.

A moment later, Yanxuan's trembling stopped, and the red dots extinguished one by one.

Not only that, but Yanxuan's eyes emitted a tangible, red glow, his gaze sweeping around like a ravenous beast.

When his eyes fixed on Yana's body, the flames of desire burned fiercely in his eyes…

Yana's heart sank; she sensed that a storm like the last one was about to break free.

Yana had originally thought that tonight she could break free from the mysterious contract and escape this man. But now it seemed that even if her plan succeeded soon, she would have to endure another round of torment.

Yan Xuan rushed to Yana's side, pushed her to the ground, and quickly tore off her clothes. When Yana appeared naked before him, the red glint in his eyes brightened instantly.

Yana closed her eyes, the heat within her body relentlessly pounding against every cell. To endure forced sex on top of this extreme pain was a tragic experience for any woman. This

"storm" was more intense than before. Last time, Yan Xuan had at least retained some rationality. But this time, his rationality had been completely devoured by the fierce heat. He pressed down on Yana's body, forcefully spreading her legs and entering her without hesitation.

The tearing pain came from his lower body, and Yan Xuan thrust wildly, only in this way could he lessen his pain, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

A strange scene unfolded in the cave: two naked bodies were intertwined, their bodies radiating white and red light with each violent thrust of the man. The light formed a bizarre, cyclical pattern, continuously circulating between their bodies…

Yana's body became incredibly sensitive; each thrust of Yanxuan brought her intense pleasure. If she could endure the first two times, this frenzy was unbearable, and the heat was making her lose herself. Gradually, she became wildly absorbed, swaying her hips ecstatically, moaning loudly as she fully enjoyed the exquisite sensation.

Yana writhed her incomparably beautiful, soft, snow-white body, passively responding to each of his thrusts and penetrations, enduring each of his rough, fierce pounding: she wrapped herself around him beneath him, her long, beautiful, snow-white legs coiled around his back, trapping him between her thighs, welcoming each powerful thrust.

As Yana convulsed and her body gushed forth a torrent of love juice, he lifted the limp, naked beauty onto a rock, making her lie on her back. He stood between her snow-white legs, his large, rough glans forcing open her soft, moist labia, and his enormous penis once again plunged into Yana's tight, delicate vagina, continuing to thrust wildly. The beautiful woman's starry eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed red, and she could only moan and groan intermittently as the enormous penis thrust wildly in and out of her vagina.

Only when the large rock was soaked again did Yanxuan pick up Yana, who was drowning in a sea of desire, and press her against the door, raising one of her long, beautiful, snow-white legs high, and thrusting hard into her completely exposed vulva. Yanxuan unleashed a series of brutal thrusts like a madman.

Finally, after he had pinned the stunningly beautiful woman to the ground and thrust into her countless times, he released a thick stream of hot semen into Yana's womb with a shudder.

During this frenzied union, they were not in sync: Yana had already climaxed several times, reaching the blissful climax of sexual intercourse.

As she repeatedly reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, her body convulsing and her vagina tightening, his thick penis remained inside her, relentlessly thrusting and penetrating deep within her vagina. His glans pounded and ground against her incredibly sensitive clitoris, ravaging Yana until her clitoris opened and closed repeatedly. Besides moaning and groaning, she began to cry out in despair, finally screaming, "Ah!...I...my...master...good brother...oh...you're so...too...too...strong!"

Although Yana's body was limp as mud, she continued to respond to him, yielding and yielding, until he ejaculated wildly, spraying his semen into her parched womb. Only then did their naked bodies intertwine, kissing passionately, panting...immersed in the wonderful afterglow of their climax. Suddenly

, a soft shout came from outside the cave.

Yana turned her head and saw Xue Ran standing outside the cave with a flushed face and a strong sense of anger. She had finally managed to shake off her pursuers and come here, only to see this scene.

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