The Source of the End - Chapter 1

Chapter One: Prologue
Sunlight couldn't penetrate the thick clouds, yet it still heated the air, making it damp and murky. The scorched yellow soil
mixed with water, emitting a nauseating stench. It seemed a rain had just fallen, irrigating this desolate and forlorn
land.
The cracked cement roads were riddled with potholes, constantly absorbing the precious moisture. Abandoned vehicles were scattered haphazardly
, their twisted metal surfaces covered in dark brown rust. Dozens of low, dilapidated houses and
buildings sat forlornly on the empty, barren land, silently enduring the ravages of time.
Apart from the filthy rotten mud and scattered concrete fragments, there was no sign of life here. A few
black, rotten bones, used as decorations, pieced together this broken, lifeless, colorless town.
"Roar!" A deafening roar shattered the usual tranquility. Two figures of different sizes slowly came into view
, playing a chase.
The figure ahead frantically strides, trying to shake off the colossal creature chasing it from behind.
A long robe's hood obscures its face and gender, while the rumpled brown robe, stained with mud and grime,
makes running even more difficult.
Turning back, a gigantic head opens its gaping maw, drawing ever closer, and the exhausted
body involuntarily pushes itself even harder.
This colossal creature behind it is known as a "monster." Standing approximately three meters tall and
over ten meters long, it possesses sharp limbs, its elongated body supported by a thin, long tail, resembling
a mutated lizard magnified dozens of times.
If an experienced mercenary were present, he would instantly recognize this enormous
monster, called the "Blade Lizard Beast," as the land-dwelling overlord of the monster family. It has no scales; its skin is smooth and grayish-white, blending seamlessly with its surroundings. Don't underestimate it; 7.62mm caliber firearms 　　are completely ineffective
against this seemingly defenseless skin . 　　 Its jaws possess incredible strength, capable of easily lifting a small car, not to mention its countless sharp teeth. Its most lethal 　　weapon is the tip of its tail—a Y-shaped bone blade, like a sickle, capable of cutting through iron like butter. Between its skulls 　　is a round crystal about half a foot in diameter, emitting a pale blue glow. 　　 Having gone without food for days, it wouldn't let its prey escape. It raised its sharp claws and slammed the prey 　　away, sending it crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust. 　　 The long robe covering her body was torn by sharp claws, revealing a shapely figure that was tightly wrapped beneath. She was clearly a human woman 　　. Fortunately, she wasn't scratched by the beast's claws, but the beast had already opened its massive, fang-filled mouth and 　　was crawling in front of her. She could only close her eyes in utter despair. 　　 However, the death she expected didn't come. A rapid, violent gunshot rang out, followed by 　　the sound of sharp objects tearing through flesh and a piercing roar, accompanied by the cracking of the concrete floor. 　　 "Bang! Roar..." The beast's roar grew weaker and weaker. She slowly opened her eyes. Thick, black blood splattered 　　across the floor, emitting a strong, pungent stench. The giant beast that had just been about to devour her had been sliced in two at the waist by a sharp blade 　　, leaving only half its body, struggling with its last breath. 　　 Exhausted, the woman finally escaped the threat of death. Barely supporting her frail body, she greedily inhaled 　　the stale air, her gaze gradually shifting to the burly figure gripping a sharp blade. His 　　 cold, handsome face, tinged with a delicate beauty, was quite captivating. His well-tailored military combat suit and strong 　　limbs exuded a fierce, masculine aura. She watched as he bent down to pick up her torn pieces of cloth, 　　wiped the foul-smelling blood from his sword, and slowly sheathed it. 　　 "Thank...thank you...for saving me." 　　 Normally, a bladed lizard of this size would require a dozen mercenaries working together to subdue it. Its grayish- 　　white hide couldn't even be harmed by firearms, yet it had been easily dealt with by a single person with a knife. If she hadn't 　　witnessed it with her own eyes, who would believe it? 　　 Her gratitude went unanswered, and the man made no attempt to help her up. He climbed onto the beast 　　's head, took out a syringe-like instrument, and inserted it directly into the round crystal between the beast's skull points. 　　 An unknown blue liquid was drawn into the instrument through the syringe. Once no more liquid could be drawn, 　　the man walked away alone, never once glancing at her. 　　 Seeing her savior slowly disappear into the distance, she jumped up from the ground, showing no sign of her previous exhaustion 　　. A pitiful expression appeared on her face as she ran towards the man, shouting, "Hey! 　　No! Don't go... wait for me!" 　　 "A beast... attacked the caravan... they're all dead... all dead! Please... save me... 　　don't leave me here!" Seeing the man stop, she quickly added in a pitiful voice, "I have relatives 　　in Stone City to the south... please take me there... I'll promise you anything... I'll give you anything... 　　please!" 　　 Her tearful pleas seemed to have an effect, causing the tall figure to turn around. His cold, expressionless face 　　looked at her, still pleading, without uttering a word. 　　 The deathly silence of the town, mixed with the stench of blood and the man's cold, merciless gaze, made her tremble uncontrollably 　　, her half-open mouth unable to utter a single word. 　　 Seeing her hesitate for a moment, he reluctantly removed the last of her clothes. Her smooth hair 　　spilled out as the hood was lifted, the fabric sliding down her body, revealing her snow-white flesh beneath, exuding a faint fragrance. 　　 Without clothes to cover her, and deprived of warmth, she trembled slightly, biting her lip as she uttered a sweet, alluring 　　voice: "Don't...don't leave me here...I beg you...just take me to Stone City...I... 　　I'll do whatever you want with me..." 　　 Such actions were common in this era. In the chaos of the times, women had no means of survival. Without money, 　　to achieve their goals, they had no choice but to offer their remaining bodies. 　　 The man seemed to be a mercenary, and strong enough; if possible, she would even be willing to stay by his side. 　　Finding a powerful man to rely on had become the most basic common sense for women in this world.

Compared to becoming a slave to be played with or a breeding tool in a refugee camp, this choice was quite
good. The problem, however, was that this woman of unknown origin used this relatively "normal" approach on
a man of equally unknown origin.
His cold expression first showed surprise, then gradually turned to confusion. The surprise stemmed from seeing
such a "perfect" woman for the first time. Her long, shapely legs connected to her serpentine feet, her rounded hips and slender waist
, her full breasts like a young girl's without any sagging, and her snow-white skin shimmering with a silvery glow.
Her disheveled long hair was blown by the wind, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face. She lowered her
head slightly, biting her lip, her large, tearful eyes seeming to tell of her tragic past.
This only confused the man more. The harsh living conditions had made most women's skin darker, their physiques
stronger to adapt, and the lack of cosmetics from the old era made them completely devoid of beauty.
Naturally beautiful women do exist, but they are usually popular prostitutes in bars, playthings of nobles,
or treasures of slave traders. For a beautiful woman to appear alone in the ruins of a desolate town is already illogical
, let alone make such an inexplicable request.
Since the start of the second phase, he had been responsible for collecting gatherer crystals in this area. This was a high-
risk zone; refugees, starving migrants, and lost mercenaries rarely appeared, let alone a caravan the woman spoke of.
Coincidence? He had simply killed all the strange beasts he encountered as usual, without considering saving anyone.
Staring at her, he pondered repeatedly, trying to find something suspicious. His expression gradually returned to its usual coldness. Suddenly!
His hair stood on end. His right hand, accustomed to long battles, instinctively drew his battle sword, but before he could react, the woman, like
a ghost, appeared before him in an instant.
"So fast!"
Her soft breasts were her weapon, pressed tightly against him, emanating an intoxicating scent that
he constantly inhaled. Her alluring gaze mingled with her soft laughter. "The neurotoxins in the air should have
paralyzed you long ago, but it took effect now, and you can still draw your sword… It's been so long… since I've encountered such
a strong prey. It's truly exciting!"
The woman's slender fingers lightly traced the man's cheek, her smooth tongue licking and sucking his face
, leaving warm saliva on his skin. She occasionally breathed warm air into his ear.
While her left hand caressed his strong arms and chest, her right hand roughly shoved into his crotch,
kneading him vigorously.
The man didn't want to resist, but he felt he couldn't control his body. The numbness spread from his chest throughout his entire body
, leaving him unable to even speak. The sword he gripped, weakened, fell to the ground
with a crisp sound.
He watched helplessly as she knocked him to the ground, her alluring flesh slowly stripping him of his clothes and armor, until she was completely naked
. Like a female beast in heat, she rode him, rubbing and writhing, greedily kissing every inch of his skin.
The poison gradually blurred his senses; the soft flesh pressing against him exuded a faint feminine fragrance, and the more
he breathed, the more intoxicated he became. His penis, stimulated and swollen, throbbed with pain, and stood erect with great force.
Her hot tongue plunged into the man's mouth, swirling and churning fiercely. Their two tongues intertwined and collided, producing
alluring moans, until they were breathless before
finally separating in satisfaction. She lifted her hips, her hands caressing the man's firm chest, taking a deep breath and saying, "So delicious... mmm... such a clean and delicious man
... it wasn't for nothing that I followed you for days. I must... properly... savor you."
She laid the man flat, her long, white legs spread in an M-shape, straddling him like a horse. She reached
down and grasped his swollen, erect penis, aiming it at her already wet genitals, and suddenly sat down. "Mmm!"
The feeling of fullness made her groan with pleasure.
"So...so big...it can actually...reach...the very...inside..." The woman closed
her eyes in ecstasy, her hands roughly kneading her breasts, her slender waist twisting wildly, her
buttocks swaying rhythmically back and forth. "Hmm...the taste down there...is so good too..."
Before, when she found her prey, a little seduction was all it took for them to become mindless puppets, completely at her mercy.
But this time, if it weren't for the neurotoxin, she wouldn't be able to pin down, strip, taste, and play with such a troublesome prey
. She enjoyed the pleasure this process brought, which made her twist her waist even more vigorously.
"Mmm...mmm...so comfortable..." The moans filled the silent, desolate ruins. The penis was tightly
gripped in the warm, smooth flesh, constantly being manipulated. Finally, it couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate, but the sudden rise of her buttocks caused the penis
to slip out of the tender vagina, cutting off the delivery of pleasure.
The penis, soaked with her juices, trembled slightly in the air, its bulging veins menacing, as if expressing
dissatisfaction.
"Hmm...already coming so soon?...We've only just begun..." The woman swallowed her
slightly leaking saliva, letting the penis return to her body. She crouched on top of the man, supporting herself with her hands, slowly
raising her plump buttocks. Each time the penis was about to slip out of her pink vulva, she would slam it down, repeating this motion with a series of soft,
squelching sounds.
"Ah...ah...like this...hmm...it feels so good."
The speed of the thrusting gradually increased, the intense onslaught causing the man beneath her to groan. Each time he lifted
and sat down, a little white fluid would flow down his erect penis.
"I can't take it anymore...I...can't take it anymore...ahhh! Ah!" Overwhelmed by the pleasure of orgasm, her wanton
voice grew higher and higher, finally collapsing exhausted on top of the man, her expression one of satisfied convulsions.
Silence returned, broken only by the heavy breathing of the man and woman. She gently stroked the man's stiff face and
whispered in his ear, "I'm really a little reluctant to let go, but... I'm also looking forward to what surprise you have in store for me
..."
As she pressed her slightly parted lips to the man's, his previously expressionless body began
to convulse violently. His limbs were tightly gripped by her, his strong muscles began to atrophy, and moisture dripped from his skin.
Loss. Time seemed to rush through him, shrinking and drying up like a deflated balloon.
His corpse appeared to have decayed for years, his flesh turning to dust in the wind, scattering across the sky, leaving only
a stark white skeleton as proof of his existence.
"Heh heh... strength, speed, and physique all reached the third-tier evolved human level, enough to make my sisters green with envy...
Heh heh heh."
The woman licked her lips, a seductive smile spreading across her face, her figure
disappearing into the horizon at the end of the road, following the slowly setting sun.
A patch of floor, damp with love fluid, was drying, but the chaotic ruins, the mangled remains of the beasts,
and the gruesome humanoid skeleton wouldn't lead the discoverer to the events that had just occurred...
The view gradually pierced through the atmosphere, reaching outer space. In the planet's orbit, a magnificent
rhomboid object floated silently, light flashing rhythmically along its edges and lines, its pristine white alloy shell
concealing the intricate internal circuitry.
After the man on the ground died, the light suddenly dimmed. Through the outer shell, one entered a
vast space filled with countless octagonal prisms of equal volume, neatly and densely packed. The semi-transparent
glass shell reflected the internal light, clearly showing that it was empty.
At the center of this strange matrix of prisms was a larger and more intricate octagonal prism. Unlike the other prisms around it
, its pale blue glass shell obscured its contents. Three metal rings revolved around
it in mid-air, blue light gathering at their centers, occasionally emitting rays that were absorbed by the prism.
Just then, a piercing electronic synthesized voice echoed within the space:
"Collector 5937 dead, cause unknown."
"Collector death rate reaches 80%, Phase Two forcibly terminated."
"Initiating Phase Three."
"Release Source!"
Instantly, the central octagonal prism gradually blurred and became transparent. Then, the enormous rhomboid
object suspended in space fired a dazzling beam of light towards the planet.
Back on the desolate land, a streak of fire ripped through the tranquil night sky,
crashing into the earth with immense force, the booming sound spreading amidst the billowing dust. After the impact,
an octagonal prism slowly emerged from the scattered dust, its outer shell shimmering with light along regular patterns.
Ripples swept outwards from the prism's center,
spreading across the surface like blooming flowers, revealing a naked humanoid life form emerging from its core.
Strong, long legs, combined with the robust physique of an adult male, formed the so-called golden ratio; every muscle
exuded power, and a high-bridged nose and slightly sunken black eyes radiated a resolute and profound gaze.
"Planet scan complete, source body status stable, detection complete," the shrill electronic voice announced again,
reporting various values in succession. "
Initiating Phase Three"
"Task One: Recover Remaining Crystal Sources"
??? "Task Two: Complete the Transaction"
? "Task Three: Clean Up the Out-of-Control Collectors"
"Seven objects detected moving towards this location. Biosignal identification: Collector Type D, Collector Type B"
"Roar!... Hiss!" The howls drowned out the electronic voices. The cries of these beasts were shrill and unpleasant.
They were always attracted by loud noises, and if they found any "prey" here, they would wipe
it all out.
The dark blue light between their heads reflected the ferocious face of the Blade Lizard Beast. A brighter blue light beside it
illuminated a giant scorpion that only appeared in mythology. It also had no carapace, and its sharp pincers were
replaced by bone blades. Round crystals were embedded in its back, making it extremely bizarre.
Several beasts gradually surrounded the octagonal prism, their chaotic roars echoing each other, seemingly
arguing about who should own this prey.
"I don't like this voice, change it to something sweeter." A clear human voice, as if talking to itself,
emanated from the creature known as the "Source." A sinister smile curled at the corners of its lips, its handsome face forming a bewitching grin.
It stretched its limbs, clenched its seemingly delicate white fists, and took a deep breath, saying, "Heh... I didn't expect them
to start resisting so quickly. They're really going to cause me trouble..."
......
These strangely shaped creatures, with their grayish-white skin and black blood carrying a strong, pungent stench, were unknown to anyone
. When they first appeared in human sight, devouring all living beings, seemingly
endless, humanity realized this was a life-or-death war.
How long did the war last? No one remembers. Today, humanity only sees a desolate world; lifeless cities
and ruins testify to humanity's past glory, while the damned beasts did not
disappear with the demise of human civilization.
As the only remaining intelligent life on this planet, God finally smiled upon humanity in a time of crisis, granting them
new power. Those who possess this power are collectively known as Evolved Humans. They are stronger, faster,
and some even possess extraordinary abilities. The emergence of Evolved Humans reversed humanity's overall disadvantage. A
long, drawn-out war of attrition against the alien beasts began.
As time passed, Evolved Humans grew stronger, and humanity divided them into nine stages, each stage
showing exponential increases in various stats, with higher stages being more powerful.
This power can be inherited. Very few Evolved Humans are still alive today; most are gathered in alliances or
play important roles in various powerful families.
How does one become an Evolved Human? The question remains unsolved. Waking up to find oneself stronger? A sudden burst
of mysterious power? The answers from every Evolved Human are vague and uncertain.
However, among the new generation of humans, evolved humans are extremely rare, making them
a target for the Alliance and various powerful families to court.
Humans used the research findings on evolved humans to create enhanced humans, who became warriors, mercenaries, and thugs.
They are products of technological advancement. Ordinary people gain immense power through injections of these drugs, graded into five tiers. Each tier grants
only half the power of an evolved being of the same tier, and this power remains permanently stagnant.
Of course, these highly stimulating drugs cause extreme pain during injection;
those who cannot endure it die. The mortality rate for the first-tier drug alone reaches 30%.
The higher the tier, the better the enhancement effect, and the lower the mortality rate. High-tier drugs, however,
cannot be mass-produced due to the scarcity of materials.
Despite risking their lives, countless people fight tooth and nail for these drugs, because a small
bottle of first-tier potion can grant ten times the overall power of an ordinary person. Compared to the exorbitantly priced high-tier drugs, the 30
% mortality rate is insignificant.
People invest all their wealth, hoping for a lucky break, to inject the drug; success means gaining power and
status. You say others didn't succeed? That's just because they're too incompetent!
To protect their home, humanity initially pooled the planet's resources, constructing layers of defense that eventually evolved
into well-equipped alloy fortresses. War always drives rapid technological progress, and faced with the threat of an entire race
, humanity unleashed its full potential.
With the advent of fully automated systems, the cyclical production of food and synthetic fibers, and resource regeneration and recycling,
while providing security for those within the fortresses, they also naturally became humanity's own prison.
Despite abundant resources and the evolution and enhancement of human strength, the problem of energy depletion inevitably arose in the face of endless hordes of alien beasts. The self-imposed human fortresses finally 　　crumbled one by one
in the face of repeated ferocious alien hordes . 　　 At this rate, human civilization should have perished. 　　 But some were fortunate enough to survive. The surviving humans began to occupy the remaining fortresses, inheriting 　　the knowledge of their ancestors to continue the fight against the alien beasts. 　　 But people suddenly realized that the number of monsters was far less than before. Driven by desire, they continued to 　　reclaim and possess everything they had previously lost. When people came to their senses, a chaotic world had already formed 　　. 　　 Many massive fortresses remained, scattered throughout the world. "Stone City" was just one of them 　　. This fortress, built within a C-shaped mountain range, used the mountains as a natural barrier to defend against the monsters, requiring people 　　to only guard the high walls at the front. 　　 Today, thanks to people's "maintenance," many of the fortress's functions are paralyzed, barely maintaining a normal 　　supply of clean water and electricity. Due to its unique geographical location, it has become 　　a paradise for black market traders, slave traders, and mercenaries. 　　 At four in the morning, the streets of the inner city were filled with an unpleasant metallic smell. Two bags of flour were carried on Old Black's shoulders, 　　and his assistant, carrying a large bucket of clean water, walked towards the shop. The dim streetlights cast 　　long, thin shadows of the two men. 　　 Because of his ancestry from some ancient Africans, Old Black was born with a dark complexion. He owned a steamed bun shop. 　　Every day at this time, he was rushing to prepare the day's food. People loved these steamed buns and breads with bits of meat in them; 　　they were filling and cheap, and nobody cared what kind of meat was inside. 　　 "Watch your step! If you spill a single drop of this water, you're eating shit today!" Watching his young 　　assistant, his face flushed, struggling to carry the large bucket towards the shop, 　　 Old Black raised his voice and cursed, "Even a girl is stronger than you! If you slow down any further, I 　　'll turn you into a steamed bun!" 　　 This so-called assistant was someone he'd bought for a thousand dollars at the slave market. He was blond, blue-eyed, and fair-skinned, young and 　　easy to manage, just a bit skinny and easily beaten. Old Black always felt a strange sense of satisfaction when disciplining this weakling 　　. 　　 The two staggered into the shop, a foul, musty smell hitting them. Turning on the lights, they could see 　　giant cockroaches lurking in the filthy corners. 　　 Old Hei, used to this, quickly tossed down some flour, ready to start working, when he heard a loud crash. 　　Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw his thin assistant standing blankly beside the cluttered steamers, water constantly overflowing from an overturned bucket, 　　soaking the hard, black floor. 　　 "You little brat, do you even want to live?! Do you know how much this water costs?" 　　 Old Hei was furious. He grabbed a nearby stick and swung it at his assistant. 　　 The assistant seemed oblivious to the blow, still staring at the pile of steamers. This strange behavior 　　alerted Old Hei. "Get out of the way!" Enraged, he kicked his assistant to the ground and quickly 　　pushed aside steamers one by one. 　　 A naked body cowering in the corner became clearer amidst the scattered debris. Disheveled long golden hair 　　fell across her face, unable to obscure her clear, azure eyes. The filth, though dirty, couldn't hide her fair skin. 　　Her leaning body and long, shapely legs outlined an alluring curve, yet two hands covered her breasts and private 　　parts, seemingly wanting to tear them open to see what was inside. 　　 A…thief? 　　 There couldn't be such a beautiful thief. A runaway slave? Yes! Or…oh my god! Whatever her 　　background, can't you even handle a woman? 　　 Old Hei stared intently at the tender flesh before him, drool dripping from his mouth. He scratched 　　his throbbing genitals, pondering how to deal with this offered-up beauty. The steamed 　　 bun shop door was locked tight. The assistant stood there dumbfounded, wondering how he'd ended up locked out. 　　 His breathing quickened, his small frame involuntarily pressed against the door, desperately squeezing through the crack 　　, wanting only to catch another glimpse of the beautiful scene he had just witnessed. 　　 Through the narrow crack, he could barely see the black man pinning the blonde woman down, thrusting violently 　　, his enormous black penis moving in and out of her vagina, creating white foam. The man's heavy breathing 　　mingled with the woman's helpless cries. 　　 Due to the angle, the assistant could only see the black man's savage back and two long, white legs protruding from his dark waist 　　, swinging in mid-air as if struggling and resisting. 　　 He could even imagine the black man's unwashed, smelly hands grabbing and kneading her breasts, which were larger than his palms.

The ball transformed into various shapes in his hands, along with the image of the blonde woman's miserable
expression as the large penis relentlessly ravaged her body.
No! I have to save her!
A strange thought suddenly popped into his head, and the assistant, as if possessed, ran backward rapidly, his angry little face fixed
resolutely on the tightly closed door ahead. Gritting his teeth, he rammed his frail body against the door.
"Boom!" The iron door remained firmly shut, but the pain in his body didn't deter him.
Save her? I have to save her!
This frantic thought drove him to ram the iron door again, twice, three times!
Boom! ...Boom! Boom! The old iron door finally gave way, collapsing with a crash, and the thin assistant
fell to the ground with the momentum.
He struggled to his feet, the sticky, damp feeling unbearable. Coming to his senses, he realized his upper
body was soaked: "This is... blood? My blood? No, whose is it?"
A drop of bright red liquid fell from the ceiling, landing on his nose.
Looking up again, he saw blood splattered on the ceiling, black chunks of flesh mixed with entrails scattered on the floor
, the blood mixed with clean water making it even more crimson. A startled giant cockroach hid
behind a twisted, black head.
The blonde woman he wanted to "save" stood before him. Her
once slender legs were now split into six enormous bone spikes, supporting her naked upper body. The barbs
at her joints gleamed coldly, and her slender tail was partially visible behind her, its eight bone blades sharp as scythes, forming
a massive claw.
On her half-hidden blonde face, a round crystal the size of a button protruded from between her brows, radiating a
blood-red glow.
"Don't be afraid...it's alright...come...come to me..." Her alluring expression and seductive tone were filled
with magic, and the blonde woman's outstretched hand made it impossible for him to refuse.
Blood slowly flowed from her small mouth as she spoke, tracing a path down her collarbone and across her full breasts.
Two pairs of azure eyes finally met.
Her eyes were blue, just like mine…so beautiful…
The raging fire attracted the city guards, and a fire at a steamed bun shop, charred corpses and fragmented bones
became topics of conversation later on, but that's another story.
The morning sunlight tried to penetrate the curtains, attempting to dispel the darkness in the room. A mahogany table, a pine bookshelf, and a genuine
leather sofa—these three items alone could be exchanged for more coarse rice bran than an ordinary person could eat in a lifetime.
On the antique European-style dressing table were a variety of cosmetics, and a finely woven
carpet covered the room, presenting a classic and luxurious feel, reflecting the noble status of the room's owner.
A thick wall was decorated with an old painting whose face was illegible, cleverly concealing
a secret passage.
As the wall slowly rotated, a graceful figure emerged from the passage, with long golden hair, azure eyes, and a tall
figure—it was the woman from before.
The room was so quiet that only the soft sound of running water could be heard. Clean hot water washed away the filth and blood from her body. Soon
, steam rose from the bathroom. A large bathrobe wrapped around her naked body, highlighting her
full and voluptuous figure. She moved lightly to the dressing table, sat down in front of the mirror, and began to comb her golden hair.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a city lord of Stone City! Running out to have an affair in the middle of the night... If
the other powers in the city knew that their beautiful and noble city lord was a hideous monster who ate people, that would be
quite interesting."
The voice came from behind the blonde woman. On the classic double bed lay a snow-white body, a dark
purple gauze nightgown outlining her sexy curves. One hand propped up her cheek, the other constantly playing with her long, smooth hair.
She had a figure that was no less perfect than the blonde woman's, especially her features and face shape, which conformed to Eastern aesthetics, making her absolutely
beautiful.
Hearing these slightly teasing words, the blonde woman actually felt a little happy. She
pulled her neatly combed hair back and explained, "You mean that little guy from earlier? I found him at the slave market.
After devouring him, my human form and appearance will be more stable."
"My dear sister, don't tease me. You must have sneaked out again while your older sister was away, Xiao
Huang! You're getting more and more mischievous... So, what brings you here?"
The woman called Xiao Huang on the large bed rolled over, her two soft breasts pressed under the blanket, and her beautiful
feet slapped back and forth. Apart from a purple sheer nightgown, she was naked, clearly showing
her pink private parts: "I was just passing through, planning to stay for ten days or so, and also to see
how my sister Lina is doing."
"Staying here is fine, but you know the rules,"
Xiao Huang said, getting out of bed and hopping behind the blonde woman she called Sister Lina. She
gently massaged Lina's shoulders while pleading, "Sister Lina, please! It took me over a month to
get here! If I hadn't found a treasure in the wasteland five days ago, I would have been bored to death. Stone
City is so big, losing a few people won't make a difference."
"Hmph! You have the nerve to say that? Last time you came, you ate five of my men! I haven't even settled the score with you yet
! Besides, there are three younger sisters in the city now, working hard every day."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Huang immediately complained, "Ah? Three more!...Why can they eat, but I can't
!"
"Those three help me handle the city's affairs every day, and they also earn money from the wealthy merchants and nobles through prostitution. Their hunting
is only outside the city, targeting ordinary people."
"Unlike you... always idling around, all you think about is food, and you only pick the best. If your older sister finds out
, she'll definitely not let you off the hook." Sister Lina pinched Xiao Huang's fair cheek. She knew her younger sister's personality;
without a lesson, she wouldn't behave.
"That's because they're incompetent! They can't handle good prey, I..." Xiao Huang, still trying to retort,
was suddenly tackled to the ground by Lina, her smooth tongue plunging into her mouth. In a moment of panic, she forcefully...
The older sister, who had been pressing down on her, now lay on top of her, their full breasts pressed tightly
together, glistening with sweat.
She struggled to break free, but Lina's long legs held her tightly. She quickly pulled away, her
rosy lips parting in a plaintive voice, "Lina, please let me go... I'll behave..."
Seeing her sister's surrender, Lina smiled maliciously, "Such strength! What treasure did you find
that gave you the power of a third-tier evolved human? I'm so envious! Let me examine you properly..."
"No... no... um..."
Two snow-white bodies intertwined like snakes, their bodies merging incessantly, their moans and
murmurs filling the room.
However, they were unaware that danger was imminent. Their fate, at the moment the flames fell, was
sealed...
To be continued
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