[Peerless Prodigy Fanfiction] The Devil's Lament (Part 1)

Author: xiaoyanglaolang
Published on the forum on 2016/7/13
Foreword:
A story that follows "The Feast at Sea" and precedes "The Saint's Redemption".
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Main Characters Introduction
: Chen Daolin: A transmigrator, an all-around talented magician, alchemist, court scholar, professor at the magic academy,
executive chairman of the preparatory committee for the Northwest Branch of the Magic Academy, and pope of the Peerless Martial Saint Cult .
Suli Carmen: Headmistress of the Hogwarts School of Magic, former
lover of Du Weiwei's father, the Fourth Duke of Tulips, who has consumed the Fountain of Youth and remains eternally young.
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Main Text:
Nulin Province, Rova City, Northwest Branch of the Roland Empire Magic Academy.
Deep in the corridor on the top floor of the branch, a classically styled wooden door is tightly closed. The soundproofing magic on it
effectively seals off all sounds inside, not letting any leak out, conveying a warning of "do not disturb
." Behind this seemingly sturdy and heavy wooden door lies the dean's office, a place that ordinary students
dare not disturb.
The office is spotless and tidy; the smooth floor reflects one's image clearly. The
pervasive sense of order reflects the serious, meticulous personality of the room's owner, subtly influencing anyone who enters and preventing them from
behaving recklessly. Yet, in this most authoritative place in the academy,
a slightly discordant sound rang out.
"Hmm... Ah... Ah... Darling..."
Behind the large desk usually used for organizing documents, a young man with dark hair sat casually and comfortably in the dean's seat, embracing a beautiful woman in a red robe, kissing her 　　slender, smooth neck and jade-like earlobes
intimately . 　　The woman in the red robe was extremely beautiful. Her long, glossy black curly hair cascaded down like a waterfall 　　, framing a delicate and alluring face with a high-bridged nose. Her fair skin contrasted sharply with her fiery red lips 　　. Beneath her slender eyebrows, her eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, were classic phoenix eyes, exuding both allure 　　and sensuality. 　　"Ha...ha...ah...mmm..." 　　She nestled limply against the man's chest behind her, breathing softly. The front of her robe 　　had been ripped open, revealing her full, alluring breasts, which the young 　　man grasped and kneaded wantonly. Further down, beneath the hem of her long skirt, came the 　　rhythmic, wet sounds of "glug-glug" in the quiet room. 　　"Dean, that fountain of youth you use is really something else. The form-fixation is amazing, it's really good 　　. Every time I fuck your pussy, it's as tight as a virgin's." 　　The young man pressed the woman's two round, full mounds of flesh together, breathing into her ear. 　　With a sudden thrust of his hips, the woman's body trembled violently. She gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, her face 　　showing a pitiful expression as if she was desperately trying to endure something. 　　"Ah...ha...faster...faster...give it to me...darling...ha...ah...I can't...take it anymore...ah..." 　　The woman in the red robe pleaded, her tongue slightly protruding, her breath coming in gasps. She swayed her slender 　　waist seductively, her honeyed hole rising and falling, actively manipulating the young man's genitals. Her body was covered in fragrant sweat, her hazy, 　　alluring expression of desire would ignite the lust of any man who saw her. 　　"I've already fed you several times today, Dean. Why are you so eager again so soon? It seems 　　I alone really can't satisfy you anymore." 　　The young man frivolously lifted the red-robed woman's pointed chin, turning her bright and beautiful face towards him 　　. He gently touched her luscious red lips, still slowly and steadily thrusting 　　into her wet and slippery honey hole. 　　"Quick...give it to me...ha...ha...really...really can't take it anymore...ah...um...darling...please...quickly... 　　give it to me...ha...ha..." 　　Her black hair, damp with sweat, clung to her face, flushed with lust. Her once intelligent and clear eyes 　　were now filled with chaotic desire, as if under some kind of spell. The beautiful woman in the red robe seemed to be finding it increasingly 　　difficult to endure. Her curvaceous and alluring body heaved violently, like an unsatisfied harlot desperately 　　trying to extract the man's life essence. 　　"How awful, Dean! Do you know you look 　　more lewd than a whore in a brothel? I wonder what your students and teachers, who admire you so much, 　　will think when they see their most respected Dean with such a wanton expression, as if he's being fucked by a man." 　　"Ah...ah...no...don't...darling...ah..." 　　The young, dark-haired man, pinching the woman's pink, erect nipples hard with his fingertips, inhaled the woman's 　　fresh, intoxicating scent and chuckled lewdly. The woman in the red robe seemed to suddenly sober up a bit, revealing a 　　look of utter shame and indignation. 　　"At first, I really respected Dean, thinking you must be a chaste and unyielding woman 　　. But I never expected you to become such a wanton person so quickly. It seems all women are 　　just sluts who enjoy being fucked and screaming at men deep down." 　　The young man thrust upwards several times, the tip slamming heavily against the red-robed woman's soft clitoris. 　　The intense stimulation caused the woman in the red robe to throw her head back and let out a soft, seductive moan, 　　unable to speak for a moment. 　　"No...no...it's not like that...I'm not...ah...ah..." 　　"What? You don't want to admit it again? Dean, look at you, saying no, but your seductive body..."

What is this man's lustful body doing? Wanting a man's semen like this, and still trying to say she's not a slutty
whore?"
"Ugh...no...ah...it's all because...ah...ah...ah..."
The young man stuffed his fingers into the small, lovely mouth of the woman in the red robe, pinching her pink, smooth tongue.
He embraced her slender waist, pressing his back against hers, and began to thrust faster. The woman in the red robe tried
to explain, but her indistinct voice was completely unintelligible. Her firm, full, round breasts
trembled violently up and down, waves of alluring, surging milk rippling through the air.
"Lying is bad, Dean. Or do you not want my semen anymore? I don't
care, let's end it here."
"No...no...don't pull it out...ah...I want...I want..."
The young man, his fingers swirling in her mouth, mischievously sucked on the red-robed woman's earlobe,
drawing out his words slowly. Hearing the young man's threatening words, the red-robed woman seemed to think of
something terrible, anxiously twisting her body. Her vagina suddenly generated an even stronger suction, the writhing
flesh walls firmly enveloping the thing deeply inserted into her cavity.
"What do you want? Speak louder, I can't hear you, Dean, or I'll pull it out
."
The young, black-haired man didn't seem satisfied. He withdrew his fingers, covered in saliva, from the red-robed woman's hot
mouth, grabbing her slender waist with both hands as if to lift her body.
"Wait... Ah... I... I... I... Ha... I want... semen... I want... I want Darling's semen...
Ah... Ah..."
"Ha, what a shameless, lewd woman. You like my semen that much?"
"Mmm... Ah... No... Don't say anymore... Darling... Give it to me... Shoot it out... Ha... Ah..."
"Huh, don't you like it?"
"Ah...ah...um...I...I like...darling's semen...I like...ha...ah...ha...please give it all to me
...shoot it all out...ah...ah..."
Seemingly unable to bear the heat within her body, the beautiful woman in the red robe blushed
crimson on her smooth, almost dripping face, drool dripping from her lips as she gasped incoherently, her expression filled with the pain of unfulfilled desire.
Her love juices had overflowed, her wide-open honeyed orifice desperately squeezing the male organ inserted within,
eager to extract its essence.
"Oh, where do you want me to ejaculate, Dean?"
"Ah...ah...ah...ah...inside...in my little hole...in my little hole...ejaculate it all out...ha
...ha...ah...ah...ejaculate all of Darling's semen inside...ah...ah...ah..."
Having reached her limit, the woman in the red robe half-opened her beautiful, misty eyes,
screaming like a female beast in heat. The raging, unquenchable lust had made her dazed and confused, completely transformed into
a slave to carnal desire. All she could think about was the antidote she could get from the man behind her to relieve this hellish
torment.
"Hmph, a bitch is a bitch. Fine, my semen, you slutty whore, accept
it with gratitude."
"Ah...ah...ha...yes...thank you so much...I'm a lowly...slutty woman...so...please
...hurry up...shoot it all into my pussy!! Ah!!!"
With a release, the massive amount of white, cloudy fluid that had been building up for so long gushed out, instantly
filling her clitoris and vagina. Feeling the unusual heat and fullness within her, the beautiful woman in the red robe
showed a relieved expression on her flushed face. Her body, tormented by lust, trembled comfortably, and
she reached orgasm almost simultaneously.
"Ha...ha...ha...ha..."
The unbearable lust gradually subsided. After the climax, the woman in the red robe collapsed into the young man
's arms, exhausted. Her eyes were glazed over as she breathed heavily, not wanting to move a single finger.
"You think you can stop after you've had your fun? That's not right, Headmaster. I haven't had enough yet.
Anyway, I don't have anything else to do today, so I can keep going for a long time."
The young man grabbed the full breasts of the woman in the red robe in his arms, grabbed her waist and made her
stand up, her hands supporting her on the edge of the table. He then began to thrust tirelessly again.
"Ah...ha...darling...I...I...can't...can't take it anymore...ha...ha..."
Her legs were weak and she could barely stand. She relied entirely on the young man behind her to support her body.
The woman in the red robe, her honey pot filled with semen, regained a little consciousness. She struggled to endure the young man's wanton violation from behind.
Her charming phoenix eyes revealed endless humiliation and regret, but these were quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure of lust.
Several months ago, in the capital, at the Hogwarts School of Magic, Roland Empire.
"Dean, what brings you here?"
Entering Carmen's office, Chen Daolin bowed politely. Carmen, who was looking down at something, glanced
at Chen Daolin, then put down what she was holding and slowly stood up. Without a word
, she walked around the desk to Chen Daolin, looking him up and down, even circling him
once.
"Dean?"
"Darling, do you have any formal attire? Like, the kind of formal wear you'd wear to a banquet?
Do you have any?"
Carmen, seeing Chen Daolin's puzzled expression, suddenly smiled and asked.
"Yes, I do. What would you like, Dean?"
"Good. There's an important occasion tonight. You'll come with me. Dress smartly, don't embarrass
me!"
In the evening, Chen Daolin arrived at the academy gate as agreed, and saw a car shaped like a pumpkin...
A carriage stood outside the academy, drawn by two pure white horses, their heads adorned with feathers and golden bells, spotless.
Dean Carmen stood beside the carriage, watching Chen Daolin slowly approach. The beautiful dean scrutinized
him for a moment, then a satisfied expression appeared on her face. He wore
a pure black robe, its cut a blend of samurai and mage styles, combining the crispness of a samurai's robe with
the flowing elegance of a mage's. The hem and sleeves fluttered, but the waist was tailored
very closely, with a wide belt around his waist, making him appear more refined. Combined with Chen Daolin's tall and imposing
figure, he possessed a certain air of a noble scion.
"Get in,"
Carmen said simply, waving her hand at Chen Daolin. The driver was an
old servant with a scar on his face. Judging from his movements, he seemed quite skilled. A short sword hung at his waist. He served
as both coachman and Dean Carmen's warrior attendant.
The carriage was as clean and tidy as Dean Carmen's office. The beautiful Dean was still
dressed in red tonight, but her attire was slightly different from usual. Her robe was still bright red,
but the texture was more exquisite, with gold cloud embroidery on the sleeves. The hem of her skirt was slit, revealing a glimpse of black
leather boots.
Her already exquisite face was lightly made up, with drawn eyebrows and some lipstick, making her already small
lips appear even more rosy. Carmen, who was already extremely beautiful, looked even more stunning tonight.
Even from the very close carriage, Chen Daolin could smell the faint fragrance emanating from the beautiful Dean.
The banquet was held south of Triumph Avenue, in a verdant plaza. A red carpet stretched to
the entrance, and a neatly dressed honor guard greeted the guests, while musicians played welcoming tunes. On the other side of the plaza,
countless carriages were parked, their crests gleaming in the distance, reflecting the glittering wealth and status of various noble families.
Just as they entered the gate, a loud horn sounded, and the greeters announced:
"Dean Carmen and Professor Darling
of the Magic Academy have arrived!" The hall, already crowded with guests, immediately
turned to look at Carmen and Chen Daolin at the entrance. Those of higher status nodded, while those of lower status quickly
bowed.
After some greetings and introductions, Chen Daolin officially joined the banquet of the empire's highest social class. Wandering
among the many guests, he unknowingly lost touch with Carmen. However, he did get to know quite a few dignitaries.
Prince Hilo, the biggest focus of the entire event, even chatted with him warmly, asking about his upcoming
match with a martial arts master on New Year's Day. This food-loving prince, who had no interest in power, was always traveling and rarely
returned to the capital. Only this time, with His Majesty Marshie establishing the crown prince at the New Year's ceremony, did he, as
one of the candidates, have been forced to return.
His eyes darted around, and Chen Daolin spotted Dean Carmen standing in a far corner. She stood before a
table, her red dress fluttering. A window beside her was open, and the evening breeze blew in, tossing her long hair.
Carmen gazed out the window, her face calm and composed, seemingly no different from usual, but
a flicker of fire seemed to flash in her eyes. She held a half-empty wine glass lightly in her hand, while
a long row of empty glasses sat on the table in front of her.
The wine was a vibrant green, a first-class spirit from the Tulip Workshop Winery, hailed as the strongest
liquor on the Roland Continent, called "Hero's Blood." Judging from the long row of empty glasses, this beautiful dean had probably already downed at least
a pound, yet her complexion remained unchanged, without a trace of alcohol, her eyes clear and indifferent.
After a while, Carmen walked towards the banquet crowd, weaving through them and
conversing with several dignitaries from the capital. She drank glass after glass of Hero's Blood as if it were water, her
expression unchanging throughout, responding to each guest without hesitation, emptying her glass without a second thought.
"Let's go!"
Finally, seeing that it was already midnight, Carmen glanced back at Chen Daolin, then
walked out of the banquet hall with steady, quick steps, showing no signs of drunkenness.
Chen Daolin followed Carmen outside and waited briefly on the steps before the carriage slowly pulled up and
stopped. While waiting at the door, Chen Daolin smelled a strong odor of alcohol on Carmen, but
the beautiful headmistress remained composed, her eyes never wavering. It wasn't until she boarded the carriage that Chen Daolin
noticed her legs buckle, and he quickly went to support her.
Carmen abruptly turned around, her eyes coldly fixed on Chen Daolin's hand. Chen Daolin quickly withdrew his hand, offering
an awkward smile. After boarding, Chen Daolin had just settled down next to Carmen when she knocked on the carriage door. The
scarred coachman immediately whipped the carriage and drove off.
Looking at the headmistress, reeking of alcohol and with a serious expression, Chen Daolin had a feeling something was about to happen. Sure
enough, not long after, he saw Carmen's originally fair face gradually flush red, soon turning a deep,
almost bloodshot red. Her breathing grew heavy, and the air from her mouth and nose reeked of alcohol,
filling the small car with a strong smell.
"Don't open the window,"
Carmen snapped, stopping Chen Daolin as he was about to open it for some fresh air. The beautiful dean's eyes began
to glaze over, losing their previous clarity, and a hint of intoxication crept in, her soft,
alluring eyes brimming with tears.
"Darling, I'll tell you a secret."
"Ah, what?"
Carmen chuckled softly, but her smile seemed tinged with bitterness. Chen Daolin scratched his head, seemingly not quite
understanding the situation, and replied...
"I drink... but I never get drunk. I've practiced water magic since I was a child. When alcohol enters my body, it
reacts instantly, expelling the alcohol through my breath; it never remains. From childhood to adulthood, I've never
been drunk even once."
"I don't quite understand... Headmaster."
"Some say that drowning your sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse. But at least you can enjoy a brief moment of relief afterward."
"Peace. But for someone like me who can't even get drunk,
I can't even enjoy this little bit of relief from my sorrows. But tonight, I want to get drunk."
Carmen's face grew redder and redder, her eyes becoming increasingly unfocused. Waves of magical energy
emanated from her, and the previously suffocating smell of alcohol in the carriage quickly dissipated. Carmen's breathing became
more rapid and heavy, and Chen Daolin saw what seemed like a faint white line being drawn
back into the air through her mouth and nose. This beautiful dean was actually using reverse water magic to reabsorb the alcohol into her body.
"Over the years, I've never had a moment of peace. Drunk... if I could have a moment of peace, I really want to taste that
feeling."
Carmen's voice was already somewhat indistinct. She leaned limply against the seat, laughed, and suddenly fell back,
closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Although Chen Daolin didn't know what painful past Carmen had, the fact that this usually aloof and beautiful
dean was so dejected and melancholic suggested that it must have been something deeply heartbreaking and unforgettable, to the point that she needed to
resort to drinking to find a moment of peace.
Falling into a deep sleep, completely unguarded, the now-drunk dean seemed to have found temporary
relief from her long-standing suffering. Although her brows were still slightly furrowed, the coldness that once kept people at a distance was gone.
Her breathing was steady, like that of a newborn baby, forgetting all her troubles and retaining only her most innocent side.
Her bright and beautiful face appeared even more radiant under the influence of alcohol. Her small, delicate lips were tightly closed;
no matter how you looked at her, this dean, who commanded respect from many but looked as young as a girl, now
resembled only a pure and innocent sleeping maiden. Chen Daolin's heart stirred, and his hand slowly
moved towards her flushed cheek.
"Something's wrong! Don't get out!"
Suddenly, a sharp neighing of horses was heard, and the carriage abruptly slowed down. The scarred coachman shouted in a hoarse, low voice . Chen Daolin looked out the window and saw two large trees 　　lying across
the narrow road . 　　The carriage had already left the city gates and was traveling on the outskirts of Tong Wan Academy. It was dark and empty, 　　with only trees and open fields on both sides. Even the distant villages were devoid of lights. 　　The scarred coachman had already jumped off the carriage. He drew his short sword, crouched low, and took two steps forward, 　　carefully looking left and right. When he saw the clean cuts of the two large trees lying across the road, 　　his expression immediately hardened. 　　Just then, a bowstring twanged from the bushes, and the scarred coachman lunged to the side without hesitation 　　. With a "thud," the arrow struck the horse pulling the carriage. The horse neighed loudly, reared up, and 　　charged forward like a madman. 　　The scarred coachman sprang to his feet like a spring, slicing the reins with his short sword 　　. The horse galloped away, leaping over tree trunks and disappearing into the distance. The carriage, before the reins were cut, 　　stumbled forward seven or eight meters, avoiding a tree, but the front wheels buckled, and the carriage tilted to one side. 　　The coachman roared and leaped into the bushes on his left. His eyes were sharp; he 　　had pinpointed the archer's location from the first arrow. But as soon as he entered the bushes, 　　three figures jumped down from the trees, wielding sharp blades, and a fight broke out immediately. 　　The scarred coachman had no intention of facing all the enemies alone. As a warrior's attendant, his task was simply 　　to drive away any enemies who posed a threat to the mage from the carriage, buying enough time for his master, 　　Dean Carmen, to calmly cast her spells. If Carmen could unleash her magic without restraint, no matter how many enemies there were, they 　　would be no match for her. 　　However, he was unaware that Carmen, through a reversed water magic technique and alcohol consumption, had fallen into a deep sleep, 　　unlikely to wake even if someone shouted in her ear. Although he was incredibly 　　fierce, fighting against multiple enemies single-handedly, as more and more enemies appeared, coupled with the harassment from archers, he gradually found 　　himself unable to hold on, sustaining numerous wounds. 　　In the darkness, several swift assassins clad in leather armor rushed to the carriage, each 　　wielding a sword in one hand and a short, sharp crossbow in the other. One of them opened the carriage window, raised his crossbow, and aimed inside. 　　With a sharp "whoosh," something pierced through the air, and steaming red and white fluid flowed out. But 　　the assassin's crossbow bolt didn't fire. Instead, a snow-white, sharp weapon, shaped like a giant chopstick 　　, shot out of the carriage window without warning, piercing the assassin's head before he could react. It 　　glowed with an eerie white light in the darkness, exuding an aura of awe. 　　With another "whoosh," the deadly weapon was retracted in a flash, and the assassin 　　's lifeless body slowly slumped to the ground. 　　The other assassins were stunned, but not panicked. This planned loss couldn't shake 　　them. What was surprising was that the person in the carriage, according to intelligence, was supposed to be a mage, but that sudden 　　thrust was clearly the work of a highly skilled high-level warrior. 　　The other assassins who had approached the carriage exchanged glances, gestured with their fingers, and were about to 　　split up and attack again according to plan when suddenly their legs felt heavy, as if they were firmly bound by something. They immediately looked down 　　and saw that the earth and stones beneath their feet seemed to have come alive, tightly binding their legs. 　　They tried to break free a few times, but seeing no way, they immediately began hacking away with their longswords. 　　"Hmph." 　　A mocking snort came from inside the carriage. The earth and stones binding the assassins' legs suddenly began to 　　spin rapidly, twisting their legs below the knees amidst their agonizing screams. The assassins 　　instantly lost their previous composure, writhing on the ground in agony, their desperate cries of pain sending chills down one's spine 　　. 　　The scarred coachman, seeing that the people inside the carriage had finally made their move, was overjoyed and fought with even greater ferocity. The other assassins, seeing 　　their companions' tragic fate, did not show much shock; they already knew that they were dealing with a formidable opponent.

The terrifyingly powerful mage had no hope that the few assassins who had approached earlier could succeed in one go
, especially since they still had trump cards up their sleeves.
Arrows rained down on the carriage, suppressing the people inside and preventing them from escaping easily. The bushes rustled,
and countless more assassins arrived as reinforcements, completely surrounding the carriage. Although the scarred coachman was brave,
he couldn't withstand the increasing number of enemies. The assassins' weapons were coated with potent poison, and each wound meant he was
more severely poisoned. Finally, although the scarred coachman desperately tried to suppress the poison with his battle aura, he couldn't hold out
much longer.
Seeing that the scarred coachman posed no longer a threat, the assassins began to approach the carriage again in an orderly fashion, but
each one was cautious and fully focused, not daring to be careless.
Suddenly, the carriage window opened, and a water dragon shot out, soaring into the air before transforming into a torrential
downpour, enveloping everyone outside the carriage. The assassins frantically used their battle aura to shield themselves from the raindrops
, but quickly realized that even when they landed, the raindrops seemed harmless.
"Be careful not to let her escape while she's blinded by the rain,"
finally the leader among the assassins, who had remained silent
until now, shouted in a deep voice. The other assassins understood and kept a close watch on the carriage, not giving anyone inside any chance to escape.
"Escape? Do you even have the right?"
A sinister, mocking voice, like that of a demon from the abyss, rang out. Dozens of scorching, agile firebirds simultaneously
flew out of the carriage windows, unfurling their orange-red fiery wings, instantly sweeping across the area. All the assassins were prepared, using their battle
aura to protect themselves and dodging the flying firebirds.
But in the next moment, countless screams echoed through the forest, and all the assassins instinctively
covered their eyes. As the firebird exploded simultaneously, scalding steam instantly filled the forest. Although
protected by their battle aura, the eyes of all the assassins, whose defenses were most vulnerable, were burned almost instantly, permanently losing their sight
. Even the scarred coachman was no exception, collapsing to his knees in agony along with the assassins beside him
.
In the shock of sudden blindness, some assassins even forgot their battle aura protection, and their entire bodies were instantly
scalded and swollen by the ubiquitous scorching steam, filling the air with the smell of burning flesh.
The steam was quickly dispersed by the cold wind, but the assassins, who had been full of murderous intent just moments before, were now clutching their eyes in pain
, emitting hoarse and miserable cries. The carriage door opened, and a man in a sharp suit
leisurely jumped out, listening to the wails coming from all around, revealing an extremely pleased and smug expression.
"Scream, scream louder, let everyone know how much pain you're in. Ha, see?
Sometimes, dying a quick death is happier, don't you think?"
Chen Daolin kicked the body of the assassin he had pierced through the head at his feet, speaking lazily. Several
assassins immediately fired their poisoned crossbow bolts toward the source of the sound in alarm and anger, but the screams
all came from their own comrades.
"Alright, stop hiding. The minions are all taken care of. You guys who've collected enough gold coins should
come out and get to work."
Chen Daolin flicked his finger, and several fire snakes immediately rushed toward both sides of the forest. Light flashed in the darkness as
two magical shields were erected. On the left, a muscular warrior with a full beard and a short-handled battle armor
stepped out first, followed by a person wearing a gray mage's robe. Then, a tall,
imposing warrior slowly appeared on the right, carrying a
massive shield that almost covered his entire body and a longsword in his right hand. Behind him followed a middle-aged mage with a wand, dressed in grey
robes, white hair, and a gaunt appearance.
These two mages and their warrior attendants were also members of the assassin group. During the steam eruption,
they only had time to protect themselves and their attendants, but the magical fluctuations had already revealed their location.
"Professor Darling, so you're with Dean Carmen too. Truly worthy of being
the youngest professor in the history of the magic academy, personally mentored by Dean Carmen. Such precise control of magical power is truly eye-opening."
The gaunt middle-aged mage seemed to recognize Chen Daolin, speaking in a hoarse voice, as if deliberately concealing his true
voice. All four of them, like the other assassins, were masked, their faces completely obscured.
"Just the few of you? That's a bit unexpected. Clearly... never mind. So, your target today is
Dean Carmen, right? But do you think you few are a match for Dean Carmen and me?"
"If Dean Carmen were capable of taking action, how could we dare to step in under these circumstances? But
given Dean Carmen's personality, the fact that she hasn't acted even after being bullied can only mean there's some reason
preventing her from acting right now,"
Chen Daolin said calmly. However, the four people opposite him seemed even more composed. The gray-
robed mage on the other side smiled, easily seeing through his bluff.
"That seems reasonable, but are you sure? Perhaps those were just trash not worth the Dean's
personal attention."
"The more you say, the more convinced we become. Professor Darling, while you are a magical
genius, without your warrior squires' protection, you have no chance of winning against so many
. Hand over Dean Carmen, and we might spare your life. After all, all we want is
Dean Carmen."
The middle-aged mage said confidently, seemingly having completely grasped the situation. Two warrior squires began to approach Chen Daolin step by step, their muscles tense, ready 　　to attack
at their master's command . 　　"Oh, that won't do, Dean, she's mine. No samurai attendants? Ha, that's because I 　　don't need them at all." 　　The moment the words left his mouth, Chen Daolin vanished from his spot. With a sinister, terrifying laugh, a 　　flash of white light, and the massive shield in the hands of the shield-wielding samurai attendant was easily 　　pierced by Chen Daolin's Dragon Fang Sword, as if it were made of paper. His throat was also pierced along with the shield. 　　"Damn it!"

With a roar, the remaining three, having recovered their senses, launched a simultaneous attack. The two mages chanted incantations, and
two massive tornadoes simultaneously formed on either side. The warrior squire, wielding a battle axe, grinned maliciously as he charged towards Chen Daolin,
swinging his axe with one hand to meet the attack head-on.
Chen Daolin didn't dodge at all. High-speed, spiraling currents of air swirled around
the blade of his snow-white Dragon Fang sword. Unlike before, he didn't thrust, but instead swept the round, bladeless edge of the Dragon Fang sword
horizontally towards the battle axe.
A head flew off, spraying blood and shattering the axe blade in two. The smug
smile on the warrior squire's face hadn't faded; before he could even discern whether the man before him was a mage or
a warrior, his consciousness plunged into darkness.
But in the brief moment the warrior squire had gained, the two incredibly powerful tornadoes had already swept
towards Chen Daolin with overwhelming force. He gave a cold laugh, vanished from his spot in the blink of an eye, and with a dull, crisp
sound of a neck bone breaking, Chen Daolin appeared like a ghost behind the gray-robed mage, grabbed his neck and snapped it easily,
then looked at the only surviving middle-aged mage with a friendly smile.
"Monster, monster!!"
The middle-aged mage trembled, staring incredulously at the three fresh corpses and
Chen Daolin, who held the Dragon Fang Sword and smiled harmlessly. In less than five seconds, he was all alone. He finally understood
what Chen Daolin meant by saying he didn't need warrior attendants.
Suddenly, the surrounding air condensed, transforming into countless streams of air blades, forming a dense
net of blades that rained down on Chen Daolin, instantly engulfing him. The middle-aged mage, after casting this spell,
didn't even check its effectiveness, and ran headlong into the depths of the forest without looking back.
But the next moment, he felt a chill run down his spine and down his chest. Slowly looking down, he saw a white
sword tip protruding from his chest. He heard a terrifying, almost ecstatic, chuckle, like a demon. His consciousness
began to fade. In his last moments, he only saw the man's cold smile.
Casually tearing a piece from the middle-aged mage's robe to wipe the blood from the Dragon Fang Sword, Chen Daolin returned to the carriage where Carmen was. The screams of the surrounding assassins had ceased, for the two 　　enormous earth elementals
Chen Daolin had summoned had crushed the heads of the blind assassins into a bloody pulp, 　　silencing them forever. Even the scarred coachman had gloriously 　　sacrificed his life to protect his master in the indiscriminate slaughter by the earth elementals. 　　"Ha, what a peaceful moment, a blissful tranquility. This is the kind of happiness the Dean dreams of, 　　and you can enjoy it forever. Thank me for bestowing this supreme bliss upon you." 　　In the silent woods, surrounded by corpses, Chen Daolin gesticulated wildly, 　　radiating an eerie and terrifying aura. Then, a moving expression of compassion appeared on his face as he mimicked 　　a priest praying for believers, bathed in the pale, cold moonlight. 　　After a while, he seemed to finally calm down, his indifferent expression returning. He nimbly jumped into the carriage. 　　Carmen was still fast asleep, completely unaware of what was happening outside, like Sleeping 　　Beauty under a sleeping spell, her small, moist, alluring red lips slightly pursed, as if waiting for 　　the prince to give her the kiss that would awaken her. 　　"Dean, speaking of which, I just saved your life, so taking a little reward now isn't a big deal, 　　is it? No, no, I saved your life! Life is something you only get once, so 　　your life should belong to me now. That means you're mine, you belong to me, 　　Dean Carmen." 　　Chen Daolin stared fervently at the beautiful, unsuspecting dean as she slept. His fingers traced 　　the curves of her body from her lower abdomen, slowly climbing up to her proud, soft, and high breasts. 　　He murmured to himself with a wicked smile, then slowly moved closer to Carmen's charming face, gently 　　pressing his lips against hers, which were even redder and more vibrant under the influence of alcohol. 　　"Mmm...uh...uh..." 　　Without the slightest resistance, the beautiful dean, deeply intoxicated, allowed Chen Daolin to take her lips, 　　only instinctively letting out extremely soft moans. Her collar, slightly open in the heat 　　, revealed a blush on her snow-white, alabaster skin, exposing a deep cleavage that 　　revealed boundless allure. 　　Touching his direct 　　superior, who was equally talented and beautiful and who wholeheartedly supported him, at such close range, Chen Daolin kissed Carmen's soft red lips with almost cautious tenderness and warmth, as if afraid of 　　accidentally damaging her. A captivating fragrance emanated from Carmen, mixed with the strong scent of alcohol 　　. Chen Daolin slowly kneaded the beautiful dean's full breasts, his tongue gradually prying open her teeth, invading 　　and exploring, hooking her pink tongue. 　　"Mmm...ha...chumm...mmm...ha...um..." 　　Low, continuous sounds of saliva filled the carriage. In a gentle, deep kiss, Chen Daolin slowly pushed Carmen's 　　boneless body down onto the seat. His hand slid to her thigh, slowly pulling 　　up the hem of her red robe. 　　"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." 　　Whether sensing something or dreaming about something, Carmen frowned slightly, but remained 　　unconscious, offering no resistance whatsoever. The beautiful dean, truly drunk for the first time, seemed 　　completely unaware in her drunken dream, like an ordinary woman without any magic, having 　　her sensitive parts carelessly touched without her knowledge. 　　"Dean, actually, I wanted to do this the first time I saw you. A woman as outstanding as you, 　　wouldn't it be a waste if she weren't enjoyed? Don't worry, I'll extract all your value 　　, just like you want all my talents." 　　Still savoring the taste of Carmen's sweet lips, Chen Daolin gazed adoringly at the sleeping beauty.

With a soft, alluring sigh, Carmen's sleeping face swayed in a seductive manner. One hand gently caressed the slight bulge beneath her thin panties
, while the other deftly untied the sashes of her robe.
In a short while, Carmen's red robe was torn open, revealing her smooth, fair, and alluring body.
Her breasts rose and fell slowly and gently, her full, firm breasts standing proudly, their curves astonishing even when she lay flat
. The inner garment she wore was also a vibrant, dazzling red, favored by the beautiful headmistress. The exquisite lace
patterns were incredibly sexy and alluring, the subtly revealing design further fueling the imagination. This was also a product of the Tulip Workshop, invented and promoted by the first Tulip Duke, 　　and quickly became a popular and enduring style among women
of the Roland Continent. 　　Chen Daolin hadn't expected that Carmen, who always seemed so stern and cold, would wear such alluring 　　lingerie. He gave a strange look, then a sly smile, and buried his head in her neck, 　　inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of the beautiful dean. His hands began to roam over her naked body, his fingers 　　occasionally pressing lightly on her nipples and clitoris through her lingerie. Soon, Carmen, her body completely relaxed, 　　let out an unprecedentedly seductive moan. The area around her vulva turned darker and gradually widened. 　　"Mmm...mmm..." 　　Seemingly uncomfortable being pressed down by Chen Daolin in her sleep, Carmen shook her head and unconsciously 　　placed her hand on his shoulder, as if trying to push away the weight, but her delicate hand only 　　grazed his shoulder before falling limply to her side. 　　His breathing quickened. After caressing Carmen's alluring, slender body several times, Chen 　　Daolin carefully removed the beautiful dean's bra and panties. Her towering, snow-white breasts and 　　the mysterious, grassy valley were completely exposed before his eyes. This 　　cold beauty, who had been so aloof and unapproachable not long ago, was now stripped naked, her entire body seen and touched by her most trusted subordinate 　　. 　　"You're really amazing, Dean. Even though you have such a big son, your figure and appearance are 　　still like a young girl's. Magic is truly a wonderful thing, able to maintain eternal youth. It's truly enviable 　　." 　　After vigorously kneading Carmen's full, soft breasts for a while, Chen Daolin unzipped his pants and 　　took out his now swollen and uncomfortable member. But what was exposed wasn't a male penis; it was 　　a segmented rod-like object, resembling the torso of an arthropod, slowly wriggling like a worm, its mouth-like tip oozing a clear, sticky fluid. This bizarre and terrifying organ was completely 　　different 　　from a normal male penis . 　　"Ha, although you should be mine now, a self-righteous woman like you certainly won't 　　accept it so easily. There always has to be love and affection, it's really troublesome. But that's not 　　a problem. I think as long as you become dependent on me, that'll be enough, Dean." 　　Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her legs apart, and the monstrous organ between Chen Daolin's legs 　　trembled stiffly, like a real penis. He took a breath, leaned down, and pressed the tip against her slightly 　　parted, alluring slit, thrusting his hips into her already wet and slippery honey hole. 　　"Ah..." 　　Carmen's vagina, so tight it didn't seem like that of a woman with sexual experience, struggled to 　　swallow the tip of Chen Daolin's penis. Chen Daolin held the beautiful dean's round, firm thighs, exposing her genitals upwards, and knelt on 　　the chair, slowly expanding inwards. 　　Suddenly, Chen Daolin froze. The tip of his penis seemed to have hit a thin membrane, something 　　a woman who had given birth shouldn't have. But that subtle resistance made him truly feel 　　the presence of that layer with its extraordinary symbolic meaning. 　　"This is really interesting, Dean, you are still... Could it be..." 　　A thought seemed to flash through Chen Daolin's mind. He gazed at Carmen's unguarded, sleeping face, his expression 　　changing strangely several times. He muttered something to himself, then chuckled, and with a sudden thrust, he 　　mercilessly tore apart the membrane at the entrance of the beautiful dean's vagina. Blood, the same glaring color as her favorite, 　　flowed from their point of union. 　　"Ah...ah...it hurts...ha...ah..." 　　The intense pain made even the unconscious Carmen feel the agony, her brows furrowed as she 　　groaned incoherently. Her body, which had been slumped limply in the chair, suddenly tensed, her delicate toes curling up 　　, but her eyes remained tightly closed, showing no sign of waking. 　　"Hmm, so tight and comfortable, Dean. It seems I need to change some of my opinions about you." 　　Sucking on one of Carmen's toes, Chen Daolin's strange organ, after entering Carmen's body, seemed 　　to have a real sense of self, wriggling and moving forward within her flower path, expanding the incredibly tight cavity. 　　The hard shaft scraped against the tender flesh walls, but it didn't cause any harm. Instead, it brought a special 　　vibration that stimulated the sensitive inner walls, making the flower path even more slippery. 　　As Carmen gradually adapted to the tightness of her vaginal canal, Chen Daolin wrapped his arms around her thighs, his strong 　　waist and abdomen rhythmically thrusting. Some residual blood mixed with her love fluid was brought out. Although it was lubricating 　　, each time it brushed against the tear, it still seemed to cause Carmen pain. Her red lips were slightly parted, and she breathed rapidly, twisting 　　her waist, trying to pull back and separate from the foreign object that had entered her body. But Chen Daolin held her legs tightly, keeping their 　　lower bodies tightly intertwined, and thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke. 　　"Ah... um... ha... um... um..." 　　Her breath was hot and short. Even in her drowsy state, the waves of sexual pleasure generated in her vaginal cavity 　　still accurately transmitted to her brain. Carmen's bright and delicate face was terribly hot, and her long eyelashes trembled adorably. Under the dual stimulation of alcohol and lust, she couldn't help but let out 　　extremely sweet moans that were completely inconsistent 　　with her original cold and solemn image .

"Mmm, this feels so good. Dean, you haven't disappointed me at all. It's even better than I imagined,
or rather, it's unexpectedly pleasurable."
The sounds of flesh colliding were clear and loud. Chen Daolin's thrusts were strong and rapid, lasting over a hundred times
before stopping slightly. Then he pressed down on Carmen's sweaty, hot body, kneading her plump, soft
buttocks, and then continued his rapid thrusts tirelessly.
"Mmm...mmm...who is it...ha...is it you...ah...ha...ha...you finally...came to find me...?"
Suddenly, as if finally sensing something, Carmen slightly opened her tightly closed eyes,
panting and speaking intermittently in a hazy state. Seemingly unafraid of Carmen discovering what he was doing to her, Chen
Daolin didn't slow down his thrusts at all. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her neck even tighter, gently kissing her
red lips and cheeks.
"Mmm...mmm...I know...um...ah...I know...you will never forget me...ha...um...mmm...
mmm..."
Her beautiful, misty eyes were filled with tears. Carmen gently cupped Chen Daolin's face, her eyes brimming with endless longing and tenderness. Crystalline tears streamed down her face without warning, as if 　　she were overjoyed
to have regained something she had once lost . 　　"Of course I haven't forgotten. Now I will never leave you again, and you mustn't leave me either, okay, Su 　　Li?" 　　"Ha...ha...don't leave me...back then...ah...ha...why...why...leaving me all alone 　　..." 　　Chen Daolin answered without any awkwardness, his fingers kneading the beautiful dean's engorged, pink nipples, 　　pressing against her alluring face, kissing her from her forehead to her eyelids. Carmen didn't seem to truly recognize the 　　man on top of her. Her hazy eyes reflected the figure of another man, and she 　　choked out a sob in a weak voice. 　　"I'm sorry, I have some boring things to do, but right now I just want to be with you. We'll 　　never be apart again." 　　"Never...never apart...ah...um...like back then...drinking and dancing with swords together...ha...ha...and you 　　'll treat me to...that shop's...meat pie...?" 　　"Just like back then, from now on we'll always be together, forever happy. Nothing 　　can separate us anymore. I love you, Su Li." 　　"You would...say such tender words to me...ah...ah...I understand...everything... 　　was just a dream...my...delusion...you...will...never...come...back...again..." 　　As if truly remorseful for his past mistakes, Chen Daolin licked the tears from Carmen's eyes and 　　spoke with the utmost sincerity. Carmen seemed happy, but then she suddenly shook her head as if remembering something. 　　Her voice grew weaker and weaker, and her beautiful eyes gradually closed. 　　"He really won't come back, because I will find him and his... and then completely 　　..." 　　As Carmen fell asleep again, Chen Daolin's face, which had been carrying a warm smile, instantly turned gloomy and dark. 　　The corrupting aura of the dead, the black flames of hatred, were like a demon's curse, sorrowful and mad. Suddenly, his expression changed 　　, as if a devil was whispering in his ear. He grabbed Carmen's waist and began to thrust his lower body wildly and recklessly 　　, no longer as careful and gentle as before, as if the woman beneath him was merely a 　　tool for his sexual gratification. 　　Unable to suppress the darkest desires in his heart, Chen Daolin, panting heavily, seemed to abandon all thought as he 　　vented his pent-up urges on Carmen, thrusting heavily into her clitoris. Carmen's body swayed violently under his frenzied assaults, her fingernails 　　instinctively gripping the cushions of the seat, her face displaying an expression that was hard to decipher—a mixture of pain and pleasure. 　　Then, with a low growl, a large amount of semen gushed from the tip of that strange organ. Chen Daolin 　　grabbed Carmen's arm, pulling her up to face him as she sat on his lap, his genitals pressing firmly against 　　her clitoris, ejaculating every last drop of his semen into her body. 　　"Ah...ah...ha...ha...ha..." 　　Her clitoris and vaginal cavity were filled with scalding semen, yet even so, Carmen's alcohol-fueled, hazy 　　mind was still unaware of what had happened since she fell asleep. The beautiful dean, leaning on Chen Daolin's shoulder 　　, had a flushed face. Her sleepy eyes were half-open, blinking wearily and heavily a couple of times before 　　closing again in a daze. 　　An almost indistinct piercing sound followed. The cold, sharp blade, like a venomous snake lurking in wait, 　　pierced the carriage wall and struck Chen Daolin's unprotected back at the moment its prey was most relaxed. A dull 　　sound, like metal hitting metal, followed. The instant the blade touched his skin, the pierced area suddenly changed, revealing 　　a scaly texture. 　　The hand holding the stabbing blade seemed to tremble for a moment, then swiftly withdrew it. Almost 　　simultaneously, a low cry of pain came from outside the carriage. A sharp, white, chopstick-like 　　weapon, seemingly out of nowhere, pierced through the same hole with perfect precision. The other end of the Dragon Fang Sword was held in Chen Daolin's hand 　　. He didn't even turn his head, his lower body still tightly connected to Carmen. 　　"Hmph, the cowardly fellow has finally shown himself." 　　Retracting the Dragon Fang Sword, Chen Daolin looked at the fresh bloodstains on the spikes and coldly laughed. With a casual 　　wave of his hand, a vortex of countless tiny wind blades shattered the carriage wall, sending wood chips and metal fragments flying. However, a magical protective barrier, extremely conspicuous in the darkness, immediately opened, 　　blocking 　　all the fragments . 　　Short golden hair, a hint of chilling coldness in his eyes—Chen 　　Daolin finally saw the appearance of this patient assassin as the magical barrier disappeared. He wasn't masked like other assassins; 　　his face was delicate, he wasn't very old, tall and slender, wearing black leather armor, and holding...

Holding a longsword and a short sword at his waist, with a magic wand stuck in the ground beside him, this was clearly
a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts.
However, his face was clearly pale; the hand holding the longsword hung limply at his sides, a
gruesome gash in his hand still bleeding profusely. He made no attempt to stop the bleeding. His eagle-like
gaze swept across Chen Daolin's face before landing on Carmen, who was naked and held in his arms, and then
shot a fierce glare at Chen Daolin. His
gaze was filled with undisguised rage, yet it seemed to carry other emotions—was it regret? Was it grief
? Or was it a hatred darker and more desperate than a black hole, a hatred that wanted to devour everything?
"What...what did you do to Dean Carmen?"
Gripping the sword hilt tightly, the powerful force caused the wound on the back of his hand to reopen and bleed further, but the man seemed
unconcerned. His hoarse, cold voice squeezed out each word from his throat, his handsome face becoming incredibly
ferocious and terrifying.
"What did I do? Don't you understand? Do you want me to demonstrate a few more times?"
Chen Daolin laughed, holding Carmen's firm, elastic buttocks, and thrusting his still-inserted organ
upwards several more times. The "glug-glug" sounds of their intercourse were clearly audible, and a thick, white fluid
slowly flowed from their opening, looking incredibly lewd.
The woman didn't speak, only staring intently at Chen Daolin. The blood flowing from the back of her hand had already formed a large pool on the ground
, but the physical pain seemed irrelevant to him.
"What? Aren't you going to come and deal with your target today? Is it Dean Carmen? Or me? You 're a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts, aren't you? 　　Sure enough
, the third magical fluctuation I sensed just now was from you. Watching
your companions being killed one by one while you hid and waited for the perfect opportunity to strike, that patience and rationality, not bad at all." 　　Chen Daolin said with apparent appreciation, not taking the man's hostility to heart at all, nor caring that he had seen the shameful position of him and Carmen naked and intertwined, and even 　　starting to play with Carmen's body in 　　front of him again. 　　"I have little patience and little rationality. I just misjudged you. I never expected you to 　　do such a despicable thing to Dean Carmen..." 　　The man seemed to calm down a little, but the flames of anger in his eyes burned brighter and brighter. He slowly raised 　　his longsword and pulled the wand stuck in the ground with his other hand. Although dual cultivation of magic and martial arts takes 　　much more time and effort than studying one skill alone, once mastered, the powerful force of combining martial arts and magic should not be underestimated. 　　"Want to fight me? You're a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts, and so am I, but 　　I'm far stronger than you in both 'martial' and 'magic.' How do you think you'll win? Oh, right, judging from your expression, you're 　　an acquaintance of Dean Carmen, aren't you? I remember one of her students was a 　　heretic who was expelled from the academy for dual cultivation of magic and martial arts. That guy was you, wasn't he? Dean Carmen's most outstanding student, the fallen Lucifer." 　　Chen Daolin's lips curled into a mocking smile, then he seemed to suddenly remember something, slapping his forehead 　　as if in sudden realization. The man's expression changed, but he didn't refute; his silent response spoke volumes. 　　"Aren't you going to make your move? Don't you want to rescue your beloved teacher in a cool way? Maybe with this achievement, you 　　can return to the magic academy. Or you could kill your teacher now and collect 　　a hefty bounty from the assassin's guild, that wouldn't be bad either." 　　"This woman drove me out of the academy, I hate her so much I don't even want to save her. Right now, I just want 　　to kill both of you and finish my job." 　　Chen Daolin teased, casually playing with Carmen's breasts. Lucifer took a deep breath, seemingly 　　nonchalant, and took a small step forward. 　　"Oh? Really? Back at the magic academy, you were with such a young and beautiful 　　teacher every day, and you really never 'loved' her?" 　　"I didn't have that kind of pointless feeling for her... for Dean Carmen, and now I only feel hatred towards her." " 　　Is that so? What about this body? As a normal man, no matter what, 　　can you honestly say you've never had any thoughts about such an attractive body?" 　　"Hmph, do you think everyone is as base as you?" 　　"Base? Before that, let's talk about your 'hypocrisy.' Haha, isn't it 　　natural for people to like beautiful things? No matter how you try to hide it, it's human nature, and liking sexy and beautiful 　　women is even more of a man's 'nature.' You really want to possess this body, don't you? Dean Carmen 　　is an extremely beautiful woman, isn't she? Don't you really want to freely violate her body like this, comfortably 　　vent that desire, and play with her to your heart's content?" 　　"Shameless bastard, she actually fell for someone like you. What a blind woman!" 　　"She is indeed a self-righteous woman, but as long as it's fun, that's all that matters. Want to try?" 　　"Sure, I'll try..." 　　Unbeknownst to him, Lucifer had already taken several steps forward, his eyes flashing coldly. Before he finished speaking, 　　Lucifer, already at perfect attack range, suddenly thrust out his longsword without warning. But the target wasn't 　　Chen Daolin; it was Carmen's neck. 　　A ghostly white light flickered, and the Dragon Fang Sword blocked the attack. But the longsword's momentum suddenly 　　shifted, sweeping towards Chen Daolin's head with lightning speed, more than three times faster than before. His left 　　hand waved his wand, and the long-prepared stun spell was unleashed precisely at the moment the longsword changed direction. 　　"I've said it before, I'm stronger than you in martial arts, and I'm stronger than you in demonic arts. What makes you think you can beat me?" 　　A chilling, eerie voice slowly echoed in Lucifer's ears. His mind reeled as if 　　a bomb had been dropped into it, a sharp, piercing pain and a wave of dizziness washing over him. On Chen Daolin's left hand, 　　black scales, identical to those that had appeared on his back, emerged, covering his entire palm and 　　gripping the sharp blade of the longsword like the claws and pincers of some wild beast.

Lucifer struggled to pull his longsword away, but it wouldn't budge. He decisively released the hilt and
leaped backward, raising his wand high and chanting a spell rapidly. Suddenly, a series of whooshing sounds filled the air. Lucifer looked up
and saw countless vines growing from the surrounding trees, seemingly imbued with life, thrashing and lunging at him. He
dodged repeatedly, swiftly drawing his short sword and severing the approaching vines.
But the vines were too numerous and too fast. Although Lucifer reacted quickly, under the overwhelming, all-encompassing
attack, in the blink of an eye, his limbs were bound by more than a dozen thick, strong vines. One even
wrapped around his back, unexpectedly sealing his mouth. Immediately afterward, Lucifer was helplessly pulled and
tightly bound to a large tree by the vines, his short sword and wand falling to the ground.
"Not bad, not bad, commendable courage and strategy, but it's meaningless if you can't win. But
is this all your strength is? With you and this bunch of trash, are you really sincere in wanting to
'kill' the Dean?"
Chen Daolin seemed somewhat incredulous at the difference in strength between the assassins. If Carmen hadn't
inexplicably gone mad and gotten drunk today, he probably wouldn't have needed to lift a finger; these assassins would have been wiped out in an instant. Even if
their numbers doubled, they still wouldn't be a match for a peak level nine high-ranking mage. However, with his
mouth bound, Lucifer could only whimper, glaring at Chen Daolin with extreme resentment.
"Haha, don't glare at me like that. I tied you up just because you were too unruly. The real show
is just beginning. Since you say you hate the dean who kicked you out of the academy so much, you should be quite
happy to see what a pitiful state this once arrogant dean will be in tonight
."
Chen Daolin laughed as he carried Carmen off the wrecked carriage, positioning her with her back to
him as if she were urinating, her thighs spread wide, revealing the beautiful dean's still-dripping
, white semen-covered vulva to Lucifer without any cover.
"Did you see clearly? How is it? You should have imagined
what kind of scenery lies beneath the red robe that the Dean always wears. This is it, a very beautiful body, both the top and the bottom are
wonderful."
Using his terrifying genitals to caress Carmen's vulva, Chen Daolin carried Carmen step by step to
Lucifer, seemingly wanting him to see more clearly. Lucifer looked away, as if unwilling to see
the shameful and lewd state of the unconscious Carmen under Chen Daolin's manipulation.
"Don't you want to see? It's not a common opportunity to see the Dean naked. But with
such a beautiful and alluring body, even a single glance wouldn't be enough to make you forget it. Let me guess
, which part of the Dean's body are you reminiscing about right now?"
Gently biting Carmen's ear, Chen Daolin held Carmen close to Lucifer's body.
The woman's rich, fragrant scent, the pungent smell of alcohol, the odor of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, and
the burning heat emanating from Carmen's body made Lucifer's blood boil. He struggled, trying to pull away, but
bound tightly by the vines, he couldn't move an inch and could only be forced to experience Carmen's lewd posture, something he had never seen before
.
"Still won't admit it? Your 'love' for the Dean, your most instinctive 'love.' Are
you trying to prove it? Then take a good look at your 'nature' and 'truth.'"
With a slight flip of his hand, the Dragon Fang Sword silently reappeared in his grasp. Chen Daolin, with a sinister smile,
extended the sword tip towards Lucifer's groin, then meticulously tore open a hole in his pants.
A chill ran down his groin. Although Lucifer struggled desperately, he couldn't stop Chen Daolin's actions. His
already engorged and erect penis sprang out fiercely from the tear in his pants, standing tall and proud.
"Isn't this pretty good? Don't make me think you're an abnormal man. You really want to, don't you? Insert your
thing into the Dean's body, and then properly subdue this arrogant woman, make her understand
the true purpose of being a woman."
Hearing Chen Daolin's flippant words, Lucifer's eyes flashed with terrifying resentment, but no matter how much he
restrained himself, facing Carmen's alluring naked body, his powerful masculine urges prevented him from softening; instead,
they swelled even more amidst the entanglement of reason and lust.
"Ha, that look, so resistant? But your body is different from what you think."
Chen Daolin gently patted Lucifer's penis with the smooth, cold blade of his Dragon Fang Sword, then used his fingers
to spread Carmen's pink vulva, leering as he moved closer to his penis. Lucifer trembled violently, his body contorting as
he desperately tried to contract his abdomen, but his eyes were fixed on Carmen's open, alluring pink vulva as if bewitched
, and he breathed heavily through his nose.
"Huh? You really don't want to go in? Fine, fine, I'm a very open-minded person, I won't force
anyone. Since you don't want to do it, then just watch."
Just as Lucifer's incredibly hard penis was about to touch Carmen, Chen Daolin suddenly
stopped moving with a wicked smile, and then, under Lucifer's gaze, his erect penis slowly disappeared into the beautiful
dean's wet vulva.
"Mmm... Ah..."
Carmen's ravaged flower path was once again penetrated by a foreign object. She swayed her head, which was resting on Chen Daolin's shoulder, her
long, black, curly hair, damp with sweat, clung to her fair skin. A seductive
moan escaped her rosy lips, her slender arms hanging limply at her sides. Her delicate, alluring demeanor was enough to make one's blood boil
.
"Look at the Dean's lewd expression. No matter what kind of woman, once a man penetrates her
, she becomes the same. That's what they call a woman's 'nature.' How about it? Consider this me avenging you, punishing
that blind Dean who expelled you from the academy back then. Doesn't it feel good?"
Chen Daolin steadily held Carmen's legs, lifting her up in the air. His large member rapidly moved in and out of her cavity
, each thrust clearly visible to him. The sounds of their intercourse grew louder and louder, the impact creating a symphony of pleasure.
The glistening love fluid even splashed onto Lucifer's clothes. An uncontrollable swelling sensation coursed through his groin. Lucifer glared
at Chen Daolin, his face alternating between pale and flushed, hissing as if trying to say something, but his mouth, completely sealed by vines,
could only utter low growls like a wild beast.
"You must have been disappointed outside the carriage just now, not seeing how the Dean was brought to orgasm by me.
Now enjoy it to your heart's content, see how the Dean becomes unable to live without a man's semen, how about it? Does
n't it feel satisfying?"
Seemingly extremely excited, Chen Daolin thrust his lower body even more vigorously than when he was alone in the carriage.
He seemed very pleased to have a unique audience; every change in Lucifer's grief and anger seemed
to give him immense pleasure.
"No need to thank me so much, haha. There's something you might not know. Our Dean, who's supposedly pregnant with a
son, was a virgin not long ago. Oh,
you really didn't know? Looks like very few people know this. That's quite a secret, isn't it?
A virgin's son... it seems our Lord Schodel might really be quite a remarkable person."
Chen Daolin, seemingly having been lonely for a long time, enthusiastically chatted with Carmen, seemingly unconcerned
about various topics. When Lucifer heard that Carmen was still a virgin, a clear hint of surprise flashed in his eyes
. Almost everyone assumed that Dean Carmen's son, Schodel, was
the illegitimate child of the former Duke of Tulip and her. After all, Carmen had a well
-known affair with the current Duke of Tulip, Messiah's father, but it didn't work out, and the former Duke married another woman and had
Messiah.
"So here's the question: if Schodel isn't Dean Carmen's biological son, is he really
the illegitimate son of that Tulip family member, as everyone thinks? Is our Dean so magnanimous
that she can accept the child of her former lover and another woman as her adopted son? Hmph, red hair,
the bloodline of the Rolin family? The bloodline of the Tulip family? Or just a coincidence? Which one is it?"
A puzzled expression appeared on Chen Daolin's face as he seemed to be seriously considering this question. He was so focused
that he seemed to have forgotten everything around him, but he continued to thrust into Carmen's honey pot without stopping, causing the
beautiful Dean, whose virginity had been taken by a man in her drunken dream, to continuously emit seductive moans.
Hearing Carmen's unconscious, seductive moans as she was violated, Lucifer grew increasingly agitated. The unbearable
reality and humiliation had rendered him almost incapable of rational thought. Seeing Chen Daolin suddenly distracted, he strained
his fighting spirit to try and break the vines apart, but these seemingly ordinary vines seemed to be imbued with some mysterious
power, dozens of times stronger than in their natural state. They even forced his fighting spirit deep into his flesh
, almost tearing his limbs apart.
"So that's how it is, haha, you knew all along, Du Weiwei. Truly remarkable, truly remarkable, haha
, hahahahahahaha!!"
Not long after, Chen Daolin seemed to have thought of something and suddenly burst into laughter. His loud, unrestrained laughter
shook the branches and leaves of the trees. Then he fell into deep thought for a while before laughing again. Lucifer
watched in horror as his exaggerated shifts between frivolity, contemplation, and laughter.
A flicker of fear slowly crept into her eyes, which had been filled with anger—a fear of the unknown and madness.
"It's a pity you have his 'bloodline'... the evil that 'distorted' this world..."
he murmured to himself, like a demon's lament. A look of relief crossed Chen Daolin's face.
His swollen genitals trembled as he ejaculated another large amount of semen into Carmen's flower path. He tilted his head back, maintaining the position,
fully enjoying the afterglow of his climax.
Suddenly, the sound of orderly hooves approached from afar, fast and rapid, as if a large army
was marching from the capital. Chen Daolin sighed deeply, glanced in the direction of the hoofbeats, and
reluctantly returned to the carriage. He then picked up Carmen's scattered clothes from the seat and slowly helped her put them on.
"Alright, the last question, fallen Lucifer, poor Lucifer, incompetent Lucifer, you
weren't here to kill Headmistress at all, were you? Your employer sent you to protect her in case anything happens
. How thoughtful! All that talk about harboring resentment? Your true nature has been thoroughly figured out. So
who exactly knows so much about the people at the magic academy, knows Headmistress Carmen's schedule today
, hired an assassin to kill her, yet kindly sent a bodyguard? Who could be such a meticulous, schizophrenic
individual? Don't answer me, Lucifer. I believe your self-proclaimed clever head
knows absolutely nothing about this. But I think we'll see him soon."
Carmen was carried back to the main road they had come from. Chen Daolin spoke calmly, his back to Lucifer, seemingly having
lost interest in the prisoner he had tied to the tree.
"Oh, I misspoke. It should be that I'll see him soon, Lucifer, the one who sacrificed himself.
I will convey your kindness to the Headmistress. She will surely be proud to have such an excellent
student who sacrificed his life for her. Finally, let me also help you, this fallen creature
, leave this twisted world of suffering and go to paradise. Thank me for my mercy."
With a look of pity at the still struggling Lucifer,
the vines binding his limbs and neck were suddenly pulled outwards, instantly and horribly separating his hands, feet, and head from his body.
Then, flames soared into the sky, and all the trees and corpses around Chen Daolin simultaneously burst into flames,
the flames consuming everything in their path, the pungent, thick stench of blood everywhere, like something out of hell.
"Giddy up!"
The fastest rider galloped up, rushing to Chen Daolin like lightning, pulling on the reins and stopping abruptly.
The horse was pure white, and the rider was tall and slender with flowing golden hair, extremely handsome, like
the sun god from Greek mythology.
"Your Highness Hilo."
Chen Daolin looked at this striking and dazzling man and revealed a smile as bright and warm as the spring sunshine.
(To be continued)

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