[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 31-33

Chapter Three: A Girl's Sentiments

"So, has the thing that worried you been resolved?" Shiori asked, having calmed down again.

"Far from it. That girl is such a worry." Morrigan shook her head, seemingly talking to herself.

"Miss Aina?" Shiori assumed she was referring to her daughter.

"How could that be? That girl who never suffers a loss doesn't need my worry." Morrigan laughed. "She's like a little sister to me, and like you, quite a frank person." "Huh…" Shiori paused, "Why, why am I being dragged into this…" She looked hesitant.

"Hehe... No matter how many times I ask you this question, you always react so adorably." Morrigan laughed heartily at her consistently cute reaction. "Although it might be a little late, congratulations anyway, Shiori.

That guy has arrived, right? So, when the Prince returns, shouldn't I go talk to him and discuss getting you married off as soon as possible?" As she said this, seeing Shiori's face turn bright red, she laughed even harder.

"How could that be... Even if you suddenly say that... Marriage isn't something that can be decided so easily with a simple 'okay,' is it?" Shiori said flusteredly, somewhat at a loss.

"Oh? I remember you've already done it with him, haven't you? And more than once. While it might not be a big deal where we're from, in the East, isn't it already a fait accompli?" Morrigan continued to state the facts that made her blush and her heart race, as if it were perfectly natural.

"Th-th-th-th-th-that... I... I..." Shiori waved her hands hysterically, completely at a loss for words.

"Isn't this great? Shiori, he's incredibly talented. He's so young, yet already a prominent figure in this country, and he even has your father's approval. If you don't seize this opportunity and secure him, you'll be vulnerable to being NEET'd." The other woman completely ignored her near-collapse.

"How can you do this… I'm also troubled by your unilateral decision… After all, even though we already have that kind of relationship… and we agreed to his marriage proposal… but… that guy has way too many women around him, doesn't he?" Shiori pouted, unusually childlike, as she spoke.

"So that's what you're concerned about?" Morrigan's tone hardened. "Shiori, you know it yourself, right? For someone of his status, having multiple wives and concubines is perfectly normal in any country, isn't it?" It was her usual lecturing tone.

"That's…" Shiori couldn't continue, biting her lip tightly. Indeed, it was the truth, and she had long since decided to accept and tolerate it, though she still felt a little resentful.

"You, actually, are just like him, both of you are taciturn. Even things you no longer care about, you can't let go because you're not frank. If this continues, it will be very difficult for both of you." Genie gently stroked her long red hair, smiling as she advised.

"Yes..." Shiori felt a sense of relief, as if her conflicted feelings had been suddenly resolved, and everything seemed much easier.

However, Morrigan's bride-training clearly wasn't going to stop there. "However, you still have to fight for the position of the legal wife." "Huh?" "Reputation and status within the family are very important, but in my opinion, besides being his childhood sweetheart, you don't seem to have many other advantages." "Ugh..." "Didn't you say it yourself? He has many women around him, and many of them have considerable advantages in various aspects. Shouldn't you be a little more aware of the crisis?" "..." Indeed, she and he had a very good relationship, and she was entrusted with his life by his biological mother, but upon closer reflection, it was truly regrettable that her so-called advantages seemed to be nothing more than that. "

Besides, after all, there was such a long gap between you and him. In those years, perhaps other women have become at least equal to you in his heart. Have you considered this?" Morrigan asked further.

"Th-that kind of thing...that's..." Although she wanted to say that, she didn't dare to say the words "impossible" definitively. Her vision blurred, her thoughts blurred, and she felt a dizzy sensation as if her feet weren't touching the ground.

It seemed he had no way to back down. Unconsciously, the image of Wisteria flashed into his mind… What would he be thinking at a time like this? He, who never yielded to any adversity… wouldn't give up because of this, wouldn't give up so easily.

He'd made up his mind! From today onwards, he would try to learn how to be a perfect wife! "Whether it's cooking or gentleness, I will absolutely not lose in any aspect!" …

"Wisteria! Get up, what time is it?" Wisteria, who had just left Garo's subspace and was gradually regaining consciousness, was awakened by a familiar female voice in a hazy state.

"Um… let me sleep a little longer." He reluctantly declined, but the blanket was suddenly pulled off.

"Get up! It's already past ten." Yes, he was certain it was Shiori's voice.

"Ten minutes… will be enough." Wisteria still mumbled, his body proportions being rearranged and his actions in the subspace clearly consuming a lot of energy; he still looked like he hadn't woken up properly.

"Stop fooling around, get up..." Shiori's voice was a little helpless.

"Um, um, at least let me sleep for five more minutes, or I just want a good morning kiss from Shiori..." This was a common morning scene back then, the same happy days when he was woken up by his beloved girl, just like when they lived together many years ago.

And because he was sure that Shiori wasn't really that angry with him, Fujito decided to take the opportunity to pretend to be asleep, and try to ask her for a reward for getting up early. The red-haired girl's shy voice and troubled posture were almost vivid in his mind. Fujito deliberately turned his back so she wouldn't see his face, which was twitching with laughter.

"I can't help it, if you insist on not getting up, then I'll sleep with you." A completely unexpected reaction, the shy Shiori actually offered to sleep with him? Was this dreamlike good thing really not a hallucination? No, it's also possible that she's just imitating Yi Rou's mischievousness, purely trying to trick me into opening my eyes, not actually doing it. And if I reacted, I would definitely say immediately, "Okay, stop saying strange things and get up quickly."Therefore, to distinguish between the real and fake Shiori, she decided to continue pretending to be asleep…

“Um… well… first of all…” Her shy words were interspersed with the rustling of clothes, and even the sound of clothes falling onto the bed was clearly audible. In other words, Shiori was currently only wearing underwear. She wondered if the sexy flesh-colored stockings that she had seen her wearing that morning

, probably a gift from Yirou, were still there. If they were, it would be absolutely wonderful! “Would it be better if you took these off too…” A somewhat timid voice. Not good at all, Shiori thought to herself. It would be more interesting if the man took off the underwear himself.

“Um, Shiori, I’ll take care of the rest… Huh?” Shiori turned around expectantly, but in front of her was a fully clothed Shiori.

“Good morning, Shiori, although it’s almost noon.” The red-haired girl’s expression was calm and composed.

“Uh… um… just now…” Shiori then noticed a handkerchief lying at her feet.

"I, as the head of the Xuanmen sect, can still pull off a little trick like simulating the rustling sound of clothes with a handkerchief." "Is...is that so..." "Alright, it seems you're fully awake now. Please get up quickly, or your breakfast will get cold." Picking up the handkerchief that had fallen onto the bed, Shiori left the room, while Fujito could only stare blankly as she walked away. However...

The door slammed shut, and the red-haired girl, who seemed to have gained the upper hand in the previous contest, was filled with regret. "What...what was I doing in such a nice atmosphere? Ugh, what an idiot I am!" she yelled, turning her hair in frustration.

A dozen minutes later, Fujito arrived at the main building of the palace and, led by a maid, entered his fiancée's room. He seemed a little reserved inside, as this was his first time entering her private space.

"Please come in, make yourself at home," Shiori greeted him, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

"Okay...this is Shiori's real room...I'm a little surprised." Fujito looked around; the room's decorations were quite simple, very different from what he had imagined a girl her age to have in her room.

"I'm sorry, because I don't have any hobbies, the room is a bit of a letdown," Shiori said somewhat apologetically, probably sensing his thoughts.

"It is indeed a very simple room, but I don't think it's a letdown...and..." Fujito smiled.

"What's wrong?" "It's so different from my room... Mine is huge but cluttered. It seems the owner's personality is reflected in their home." Fujii explained.

"Are you saying I'm too old-fashioned?" Shiori pouted, surprisingly cutely.

"Shiori, may I come in?" But the voice outside quickly interrupted her little tantrum. "Ah? Please come in.

" Morrigan opened the door and entered, carrying a tray that seemed to hold freshly brewed tea. "I've brought tea,

" she said in a very elegant voice.

"Thank you, Miss Morrigan." Shiori thanked her as she took the teacup.

Fujii also took the teacup. The black-haired woman before her wasn't unfamiliar; in fact, before Lux sent her to care for Shiori, who had lost her mother, Morrigan had been taking care of her. Even so, the way she was staring at her now felt a little strange.

"Miss Morrigan, staring at guests is very impolite." Shiori noticed as well.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry." Morrigan, seemingly unrepentant, apologized verbally while still staring intently at Zifang as she slung the tray behind her back.

"Miss Morrigan, even though it's been many years since we last met, you don't need to look at me like that, do you?" Zifang felt a little embarrassed by her gaze.

"Really, Miss Morrigan!" Shiori seemed equally puzzled.

"Hehe, it's because, apart from the Prince, this is the first time I've seen you allow men into your room, and before I knew it..." Morrigan scratched her head, smiling awkwardly.

"Well, that's true, but putting aside my own behavior, isn't it impolite to a guest like this?

" Shiori seemed to have just realized this as well.

"No, it's alright, Shiori. Actually, it's not a good thing for men to visit an unmarried woman's room, and besides, my reputation in that area is indeed not good." Hearing Zifang's words, Morrigan, who had been smiling until now, finally changed her expression.

"That's not what I meant, young master. I sincerely apologize for causing you misunderstanding." She suddenly lowered her head earnestly to admit her mistake, even using the term of address she had used years ago, which made Zifang, who had recently been addressed as "son-in-law" by everyone in the manor, feel quite uncomfortable.

"Is...is that so?" Looking at Morrigan's expression, Shiori seemed to understand something: "It's like this...Miss Morrigan has taken care of me all these years, so even though we're not related by blood, she's like a family member who raised me." She explained to Zifang.

"Yes, so for me, as the young master I've reunited with after so many years, you're the first lover my daughter has brought with her, so I care about you a lot no matter what." Morrigan also explained.

"I see." After being explained and described in this way, Zifang quickly felt relieved.

"Love...love..." Shiori, standing to the side, stiffened inexplicably.

"And then? Is Miss Morrigan satisfied?" Zifang asked with a smile.

"Hmm, very satisfied... Also, please be sure to join us for dinner, His Highness will surely be pleased.

" Morrigan nodded in reply.

"P-excuse me... does this mean I'm allowed to meet my father-in-law...?" Zifang became a little nervous.

"Hehe, no need to be nervous, it's not a formal occasion yet... Besides, our Prince is very easygoing and doesn't need any permission." Seeing Zifang's expression, Morrigan probably understood his misunderstanding and nervousness, and his attitude seemed to soften slightly. "Please don't be shy then, be sure to attend with a relaxed mood. Well then, I'll take my leave now." "Gurgle..." Not long after Morrigan left, Zifang's stomach growled uncontrollably.

"There's still some time before lunch, if you don't mind, I've made some snacks that can serve as breakfast." Shiori smiled and led him to a table in the private room.

Sitting down, Zifang was greeted by an elaborate breakfast he'd never even imagined: "Then I won't be polite!" He frowned slightly at the first bite, his brow furrowed more at the second, and by the third, tears were welling in his eyes, yet he still wolfed it down.

"Don't eat so fast, you might not be able to swallow all of it!" Shiori smiled as she watched him wolf down his food and handed him a glass of water.

Zifang put down his chopsticks: "I'll rate it now… Well! Good presentation, lots of variety, but the cooking skills still need improvement. I'll give you six points." He said, pretending to be very serious.

"How can it be only six points? I put a lot of effort into making it, this isn't fair!" Shiori protested.

Zifang frowned, thought for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: "Too much salt, I think it's a little too salty.

" He affirmed very professionally.

"You have a very light palate?" Shiori asked, somewhat puzzled.

"No, my palate isn't too bland, it's just that I seem to need to drink a lot of water to eat..." Fujito said, already gulping down a large glass of water.

Shiori, unconvinced, tasted it herself: "It really is! I put too much salt in!...Water..." She couldn't eat it either, and started worrying about how Fujito had managed to eat it: "Why didn't you say so when you took the first bite? Don't eat anymore, I'll make you another one." Shiori was about to go out and make another breakfast when Fujito stopped her: "No need, I'm not hungry anymore, and it's almost lunchtime anyway." "But..." Tears welled up in Shiori's eyes

."Don't take it too seriously, there's always next time if you don't succeed the first time! You're perfect in everything except cooking!" Zifang comforted her, pulling her close.

"Zifang, you're not lying to me, are you? I'm really good at everything else?" "You're a great wife candidate, your husband will definitely be very happy!" Shiori, her mood noticeably improved, nestled in Zifang's arms, laughing and playfully punching his chest: "You want me to get married so soon? Then who should I marry?" She earnestly sought his opinion.

Zifang, of course, wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by, kissing Shiori on the cheek: "Besides me, could you find a better husband candidate? My good wife!" Shiori gently pushed him away, blushing, and said: "Who wants to marry you! I want to be a single noblewoman!" "You dare! See how I deal with you!" "Wisteria suddenly picked her up and placed her on the bedside, then lowered his head and kissed her again.

"Mmm... Hmm... Ugh... Hmm... Mmm..." Although she was being difficult, she didn't avoid or resist. Shiori leaned in to meet his kiss, closed her eyes, and accepted his kiss.

"I want you now... is that alright, Shiori?" After their lips parted, Fujito asked cautiously. "Honestly, saying something like that after you've ignited my passion is so despicable." Shiori turned her flushed face away shyly.

"Ah, sorry." Fujito hugged her and kissed her again.

"Mmm... um... Shiori... you're so sweet..." "Ah... mmm... hum... mmm... Shiori... ah... mmm..." After parting from a long, teasing kiss that left both of them somewhat bewildered, they looked at each other and laughed.

"Well then, shall I help you take off your clothes? They'll get wrinkled... come on." Fujito said, trying to unbutton her clothes.

"Ah, Shiori... really... I'm not a child anymore... hehehe." Although she said that, Shiori was still happy to let him take off her top.

"Um... Shiori, the skirt..." Noticing that he didn't intend to continue taking off her clothes, Shiori was a little confused.

"Ah...no, I forgot. But, it's alright." Although she said that, Fujito still didn't take her clothes off.

"Alright? What are you talking about?" "Ahaha, it's more arousing this way than taking them all off." Fujito said, lifting her skirt up.

"...This feels a little like you're forcibly violating me..." Shiori said shyly.

"Hehe, that's right, it's quite exciting." Fujito seemed quite satisfied.

"Pervert!...Hoo-ha, chu...um...hoo, ooh...hoo-ha...mmm..." Shiori's protest was silenced by his lips.

While continuing to kiss her deeply, Fujito caressed her breasts through her bra...Speaking of which, although Shiori's outer garment was a slightly conservative Eastern style, her bra was surprisingly a sexy Western-style bra with pleats and lace.

"Shiori, do you...like this kind of bra?" Fujito asked in surprise.

"Hmm, huff...this...ah? Ah, huff...ha...it's...Yi Rou brought it for me...she...she said...you'd like it..." While gently stroking her, listening to her fragmented words of excitement and shyness, Fujito found the scene quite enjoyable. He continued kissing Shiori's slightly flushed cheeks while gently removing her bra.

"Hmm? This feel...could it be...your breasts have gotten bigger?" As the bra slipped off, her fair and tender breasts bounced into his hand, and feeling the seemingly changed size, Fujito was pleasantly surprised. "Eh?...

Is...is that so?" Surprisingly, Shiori became a little nervous.

"Hmm...the weight felt a little different when I took off the bra...I can't quite put my finger on it.

" Fujito wasn't very sure.

"Don't scare me if you can't tell...hearing you say that, the first thing I think of is that I've gained weight." The red-haired girl, seemingly genuinely frightened, looked like she was about to cry.

"Don't worry, I haven't noticed any change in your figure, Shiori..." Fujito quickly reassured her.

"Indeed, Ms. Morrigan's new recipes are delicious, but my appetite hasn't increased... Ah! Could it be that the new recipes are nutritionally unbalanced...?" Shiori, however, was already getting more and more lost in her thoughts about her changing figure...

"Shiori... Shiori... come back..." Fujito discovered a fact he hadn't really noticed before: Shiori sometimes entered this strange self-mode...

"No, no, I checked carefully, there's no problem with nutrition... that means..." But she didn't respond to his calls at all.

"Hey!" Helpless, Fujito could only shout in her ear.

"Huh?... Ah, yes! I'm so sorry, I was thinking about something..." Shiori explained in a panic.

"I know, you just said everything." Fujito shook his head helplessly.

"No... no way!" Shiori's face turned red to the roots of her ears.

"Hehe... I told you, your figure hasn't changed at all. And having bigger breasts is a good thing, I like it." Fujito continued to comfort her.

"Y-yes... this, th-thank you..." Shiori's face turned even redder.

"...At least we're not like this just to chat, right?" Looking at her half-naked body, Fujito decided to change the subject.

"Ah... y-yes..." "Okay... then, continue..." "...Okay. Hmm... chu, ha, um... hmm... chu... chu... huh..." Fujito placed his hand on the pair of snow-white breasts completely exposed before him. The soft, smooth flesh was easily shaped into various forms in his hands. The soft feel made him love it, and the gentle caress made the owner of the breasts let out moans of intoxication mixed with shyness.

"Hmm... that's right, I feel that your breasts have indeed gotten bigger." After confirming it again with his touch, Fujito said with certainty.

"Hoo... Is that so? If that's true, I'm actually quite happy... because...

my body is developing in the direction you like..." Shiori closed her eyes slightly, enjoying her lover's tenderness, her face full of a reassuring smile.

"Are you really that concerned about your size?" Fujito's hand moved down to the girl's navel area, the smooth, firm skin showing youthful elasticity under his fingers.

"Because you like big ones... and I love seeing your satisfied expression." Shiori opened her eyes, speaking somewhat dreamily.

"Actually, it doesn't matter, as long as it's yours, I like it... but I'm also about to see your slightly lewd expression, Shiori, whom I love the most." "...This... although it's embarrassing... but if... if it's what you want, I... I'll... I'll try my best..." The sudden, strange request made Shiori look flustered, but she didn't object.

"Hehe... so cute, Shiori." Fujito looked at her somewhat conflicted expression with delight.

"Idiot...you big idiot!" Whether from embarrassment or something else, Shiori blushed and looked away. Fujito, meanwhile, slipped his hand inside her skirt, gently stroking her long, shapely legs through her stockings.

The smooth, silky feel extended from her calves to her buttocks, and he realized that she wasn't wearing ordinary stockings, but pantyhose that covered her entire bottom.

"It feels so good, but if I were to do it while wearing this, it seems like I'd definitely ruin it."He said with some regret,

"Um, umm... Yi Rou gave me another set of clothes with a hole in the middle. She said it was some kind of final battle set. Should I wear that one?" Shiori asked nervously, her innocent eyes wide open.

"It's not necessary to change now... Although it's a bit of a shame, well... um... it's probably better to take it off before it tears." As he spoke, he slowly lifted Shiori's waist and began to remove her pantyhose.

"Um... ah... Zi..." Along with the pantyhose, her panties were also taken off.

"They're a little wet... Shiori, do you want them already?" Zi Teng asked mischievously, observing the dampness inside with interest.

"No... no, it's because you're being naughty, and... the way you took them off... is embarrassing..." Shiori protested shyly, her buttocks and legs raised, her vulva almost completely exposed.

"Hehe, this position gives me a real sense of conquest as the one who's undressed... Hmm, let me take a closer look." As she spoke, Fujito opened Shiori's legs, which were awkwardly clasped together, and then licked her exposed vulva with her tongue.

"Ah? Ah... Ah! Hmm... Fujito... I hate it..." Shiori's body trembled slightly as her tongue swept over the clitoris hidden between the labia.

"Ugh, ha... Ah, ah, hmm... It feels... You bad person... You're bullying me... Hmm... Hmm, ha ah..." she protested indistinctly.

"Hmm... Chu... Ugh, don't you like it so direct, my dear wife?" Fujito continued her tongue's movements, asking intermittently.

"No, no... It just feels a little... too sudden..." Shiori's voice trembled like her body.

"I see... Well then, how about this... Ugh..." Fujito adjusted her position, pressing her fingers against the skin covering the clitoris while inserting her tongue into the vulva to lick and caress it.

"Hoo... Ahh... This... Like this... Hmm, ah, hah... Uh-huh, ah, ahh...

Ah..." Under the stimulation from both sides, Shiori's body and voice clearly showed signs of pleasure and comfort, and Fujito took the opportunity to speed up the movements of his fingers and tongue.

"Hmm, um, ah... Hoo... Hah, ah... That, that... Purple... Hmm, this, I...

have already..." Shiori's honey hole quickly became muddy and wet like a flood, and her voice became softer.

"Hmm... Well, that's about it... Let's officially begin." Fujito withdrew his tongue and raised his head.

"Yes... Yes..." Shiori's chest heaved rapidly, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Then, put it in... Hmm." Rolling Shiori's skirt up to her waist, Fujito carefully placed the tip of his penis against the entrance of her honey hole, and then began to push forward forcefully.

"Yes... um... huff, ahhhhh..." The already aroused honey pot showed no resistance, and the penis plunged deep into Shiori's body in one go, causing her to let out a high-pitched cry.

"Ah... sorry, does it hurt?" The slightly over-excited sound worried Fujito.

"No, no, no... it feels... very good... um, please... please continue..." "Well then, here I come." Fujito thrust his hips.

"Ah... um, ha, ha ah, ah, um... ha, ah... um, ha..." Shiori let out a charming moan, her legs unconsciously climbing onto Fujito's waist. This unintentional movement effectively increased the friction.

"Ha... it feels so good to be squeezed like this, Shiori... um..." "Um, ah... ah... me, me too... Fujito..." The two moaned in response, and whenever their waists collided, their beautiful breasts would shake violently, creating a very lewd scene.

"Ah...ah, ha...so good, it feels so good...hmm...ah, ha, ah, ah...hmm?" Shiori's face showed a blank and aroused expression that she never usually showed, which further stimulated Fujito's desire.

"Shiori...let me see more...this lewd expression...hmm..." In order to make this special expression continue, he kept increasing the amplitude and speed of his movements.

"I hate...that, that look...I...I, that expression...and so on...sigh...

" Accompanied by intermittent denials, Shiori's expression, stimulated below him, continued to ripple.

"Hmm...look, that's the expression, no...don't hide it..." Fujito continued to thrust excitedly, but suddenly noticed that Shiori was trying to turn her face away, so he quickly reached out and held her chin.

"Ugh, ahhh... Please, please don't... look... I hate it... and you won't let me hide... um, ahhh... so embarrassing..." Shiori shook her head in vain, but couldn't break free.

"Still saying things like that... You're excited too, aren't you? Um... isn't it tightly gripping me down there... um... so good!" Stimulated by such words, Fujito felt the walls of his honey hole, penetrated by the penis, suddenly tighten violently, and the resulting frictional pleasure surged through his spine like an electric current.

"N-I don't know... um, I... I don't know... about... that kind of thing... um, ah... ugh!

Ahhhh... wow!" Shiori frantically denied it, but her legs and honey hole unconsciously squeezed tighter and tighter, and the expression on her face seemed to be enjoying it.

"Look... um... a very intoxicated... expression... isn't it... hehe..." Noticing all this, Fujito continued his verbal pursuit without mercy.

"I hate... this kind of thing... please... don't say it... uh... um... what should I... do

... okay... I... don't... ahh!" The physical pleasure and the stimulation of words worked together, and Shiori's body and consciousness were almost drowned in the flood of pleasure. Soon, the spasmodic twitching in her honey hole completely revealed a secret to Fujito through the sensation of the penis—she was gradually reaching orgasm.

"It's okay... Shiori... um, just like that... relax your body..." Feeling that it would be too pitiful to continue to tease her, Fujito decided to stop and focus on the thrusting work of the penis...

"Ugh... ah, um? Haaah... I can't... think... about anything anymore... um, hah ah ah..." Fujito, who had been multitasking, became single-minded and increased the speed and force of his thrusts. The intense flood of pleasure made Shiori's mind go blank, and her body went straight towards orgasm.

"Mmm...like this...it feels good, doesn't it...you're about to climax, right?" In sync with the tremors of her body and the contractions of her vaginal walls, Fujito raised her hips to thrust his penis deep into her core.

"Ahhh! So, so good...it feels...so...helpful...mmm...ahhh, more, more...please...continue...ahhh...mmm..." "Ahhh...mmm...Shiori's...is sucking so tightly..." The slightly spasming red-haired girl's vagina gripped his penis tightly, rubbing and entwining it in rhythm with Fujito's thrusts.

"Hahhh...hahhhhh...I can't...I can't...mmm...I'm going to...come

!" Shiori cried out involuntarily as her climax approached.

"Ugh... Shiori... if you keep doing this... I'm almost... about to cum..." Whether it was a subconscious reaction or a deliberate act of not wanting to climax alone, Shiori's honeypot transformed into a black hole that devoured everything, just like Xia Ying when she used the Jade Maiden Technique. The enormous suction and violent writhing friction almost destroyed all of Zi Teng's endurance in an instant

."Ah...uh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...it's...it's...it can't

...it can't...uh..." Shiori cried out in a high-pitched voice,

her head thrown back. "Uh...almost...almost at the limit...ah!" Fujito, who was also at his final moment, grabbed her waist tightly and thrust wildly.

"Hoo ah ah ah ah ah...Shi! Uh! Shi! Uh...no, I can't...uh, I'm coming...ah!" "Uh...I'm going to...waaaah!" Feeling the spasm of his lower body before ejaculation, Fujito pulled his penis out of Shiori's honey hole with a cry of pain...stimulated by the sudden withdrawal, the two reached orgasm almost simultaneously...semen spurted out with high-pitched cries and heavy breathing, splattering on Shiori's dazed face, who was almost unconscious.

"Hoo... Shiori... Don't do this again next time..." Wisteria collapsed weakly onto her beloved girl, while Shiori was also almost too weak to move. They remained entwined like this until suddenly...

"Shiori, is the young master still here? Ah? Excuse me, did I disturb you?" The door suddenly opened, and Morrigan, who walked in, froze along with the two people on the bed.

"Morrigan, why didn't you knock again?" Shiori abruptly pushed away Wisteria, who was still on top of her, and pulled the covers away. The white semen on her flushed face was particularly noticeable.

"Who would have thought you two would be so passionate in broad daylight?" Morrigan looked innocent. "It seems the prince was right; we really need to marry you off quickly." She shrugged helplessly.

"Get married, get married, get married... I... I'm not mentally prepared yet. Where should the wedding be held, or should it be held in both places? Should it be a traditional Chinese wedding? But I also want to try a Western-style one..." In her panic, Shiori once again entered complete self-absorbed mode.

"But it seems he didn't ejaculate inside. That's good. It seems our lord is prepared to become a grandfather before his daughter's marriage." Morrigan turned the conversation to Fujiwara.

"Uh... um..." Fujiwara was a little unsure how to respond to the slightly off-key remark.

"Never mind, let's not talk about that... Shiori!" Walking to the red-haired girl's side, Morrigan shouted into her ear.

"Huh? What?" Her ear was a little sore from the loud noise, and she seemed to come back to her senses.

"Now that you're done, could you lend me the young master for a while? I'm still worried about what happened before." Seeing that she had come to her senses, Morrigan began to get down to business.

"Huh?" Shiori looked puzzled.

However, Morrigan ignored her and turned directly to Wisteria, "It sounds strange, but could you please come with me to see someone who has been waiting for you for twenty years?"

Chapter Four: Attack on Giants.

In the year 1385 of the Continental Calendar, the dwarves, obsessed with frantic excavation, first discovered the ruins of an ancient, advanced magical civilization. Through studying the materials found in the ruins, they learned that this was an ancient civilization that called itself the "Fiali Empire," possessing magical technology far surpassing that of the present generation. After that, various other ruins from the same period were discovered one after another. This series of discoveries thrilled the mages and magical scientists of the entire Western Continent, and also gave the great powers hope of mastering advanced technology and dominating the continent.

At the same time, in religious circles and among the common people, the history of life is not a linear progression without cycles, and the life of the present generation is definitely not unique—many people who know this fact, especially those with devout religious beliefs, naturally hold a religious-like love and kinship with these intelligent beings from countless years ago as creations of God. As a result, more and more people are passionately immersed in the dream of exploring ancient civilizations.

Years later, however, the dream turned into a nightmare. Those who had been filled with hope suddenly realized a cruel truth: they too were merely beings governed by the law of the jungle.

Around 1467, an excavation within the Kingdom of Yudona's territory targeting the ruins of a suspected man-made magical creature manufacturing base ultimately turned into a tragedy. Humanoid beings, suddenly awakened from their slumber, wiped out the ancient ruins survey team belonging to the Kingdom's Magic Technology Development Bureau. They then reproduced indiscriminately and continued to expand their territory.

These extremely photophobic humanoid life forms, named the Darkborn, possessed an unyielding vitality that disregarded the harsh underground environment of high temperatures, high pressure, and lack of air. They also boasted overwhelming resources and reproductive capabilities, along with a unique ability to evolve according to the enemy's tactics and weapons. In just two or three years, they nearly exterminated the Black Iron, one of the largest dwarven tribes, and essentially controlled most of the underground space of the Kingdom of Yudona, subsequently developing into terrifying black tides that surged to the surface at night.

The Kingdom of Yudona, initially directly invaded, refused support from neighboring nations due to its initial advantage. However, the emergence of numerous new types of Darkin targeting the kingdom's army, coupled with their seemingly insurmountable numbers, quickly led to the collapse of the entire front. The kingdom's western region fell into the hands of the Dark Queen almost instantly.

Sensing a crisis, the human nations and major subhuman races of the western continent rapidly reorganized their military tactics and launched a united counterattack. In the ensuing decade-long, brutal conflict, although the Kingdom of Yudona ultimately lost the entire kingdom and much of its neighboring territories, at the cost of nearly a million lives, the development and deployment of new weapons, such as the magical mechs infused with the wisdom of ancient civilizations, and the selfless sacrifices of warriors led by the savior, Walton, and his allies, ultimately brought about victory.

Josephine Maria, a girl awakened from ancient ruins by the Saviors, is a goddess-like figure who possesses almost all the technology of that mysterious empire, and the original inventor of cutting-edge magical weapons such as magic-powered mechs. Her company, Fiari Heavy Industries, whose main products are magic-powered weapons and related systems, developed rapidly during the war against the Darkborn and the subsequent arms race among the major powers of the Western Continent. For over twenty years, it not only monopolized most of the magic-powered weapon market in the Western Continent, but in recent years has even extended its reach to the relatively closed Eastern Continent.

Around the year 1490 of the Continental Calendar, an advance team from Fiari Heavy Industries, composed of private troops and technicians, first arrived in the Lingnan region of the Yanhuang Empire in the eastern part of the continent. However, their initial purpose was not, as later widely believed, to conduct technological cooperation, but rather to investigate the veracity of information regarding the existence of a new lair suspected to have been built by Darkborn who had escaped across the sea by chance.

While confirming the above intelligence, the technicians also discovered the region's vast exploitable resources: substantial reserves of magic crystal veins and a large number of skilled craftsmen who had long manufactured and maintained the mechanical beings. This led to the technical cooperation, and in the latter half of that year, the first Far East base was established near the discovered Darkin lair.

The following year, with the cooperation of the Lingnan Army, the Fiari Heavy Industries task force launched an offensive aimed at controlling the Darkin lair. Leveraging its powerful technology and sophisticated anti-Darkin tactics, it quickly suppressed the lair.

However, unlike previous campaigns in the Western Continent, this offensive did not involve complete destruction. Instead, it used a special method to control the number and reproductive efficiency of the Darkins within the lair, eliminating their expansion capabilities while reusing them as test subjects for newly developed weapons. The nearly hollowed-out hill before

them, and the enormous network of tunnels within and beneath it, resembling a labyrinth, was the lair built in the Lingnan region by the monsters known as the Darkins, who had once driven all intelligent life on the Western Continent to the brink of extinction.

Currently, a combat unit consisting of four F(Fiali) 22-type magic-powered mechs, "Raptors," still in the experimental testing phase, is flying low over the road leading to the small hill. These are the elite members of the Fiali Heavy Industries test unit, bearing the name "Night Hawk." Their initial objective is not to conquer the nest, but to test their new mechs and a newly equipped secret weapon.

In the original observation and command center, Josephine Maria, the head of Fiali Heavy Industries, silently stares at the panoramic 3D image displayed in the beam of light emitted by the magic crystal imaging system.

Meanwhile, in the captain's mech, Aina narrows her eyes boredly. Although as the chief test pilot of Fiali Heavy Industries' Far East base, completing the mission is her absolute responsibility and obligation, and she shouldn't criticize the content, she is indeed weary of the countless monotonous test battles against the Darkin."Eagle Nest calling all attack squads. Confirmed presence of the Darkin swarm on the surface, 11 o'clock position ahead, approximately 8000 units away!" The command center's communication crackled through the headset's speaker. Aina slowly took a deep breath, managing to rouse herself somewhat.

"Nighthawk Leader calling all units, decelerate to ground assault combat stance. Assault vanguard forward, change formation from umbrella to wedge,"

she commanded.

Almost simultaneously, all four units deactivated their jump propulsion units' jet control, switching to reverse jet propulsion to rapidly reduce speed, landing gracefully like sliding into a ramp.

The assault vanguard, acting as the attack leader, surged forward, followed by the remaining three units. When the formation came to a complete stop, the umbrella-shaped formation had transformed into a giant arrowhead. The wedge formation, the most suitable formation for frontal attacks in ground warfare.

"Eagle's Nest calling all units, a large-scale Darkin swarm is moving towards your landing coordinates."

Receiving the warning, Aina glanced at her own unit's magic detector, but there was no sign of the enemy. A false alarm… or a system malfunction? No, more likely, they hadn't yet entered the unit's detection range.

"Nighthawk Leader calling Nighthawk Vanguard, conduct a short reconnaissance strike towards 12 o'clock."

"Roger."

The pilot of the unit at the forefront of the assault vanguard received her order and accelerated away from sight.

"This is Night Hawk Vanguard. There's a reaction at 12 o'clock, 2500 units from this unit's observation position, 5000 units from our unit, the number... exceeds the scanning limit of the magic energy detector!"

Simultaneously, the reconnaissance unit returned, and Aina's pupils reflected detailed map information: countless red dots indicating "hostile presence" flashed along the straight road from the mountain where the nest was located to her unit's position.

And soon, the dense black smoke, obscuring sunlight, created by the Black Curtain Magic Seed, could be clearly seen using optical observation.

"Night Hawk Thugs, initiate a half-base-scale suppressive attack. While confirming impact, Night Hawk Vanguard advance to mobile artillery range and attack. Night Hawk Rangers, maintain a distance of at least 300 units from this unit to support Night Hawk Vanguard. Begin the attack!"

Aina issued the command as if trying to drown out the "Understood" chant coming from the receiver.

The artillery support unit at the very back of the squad fired several long-range, pneumatically powered jets that trailed white bullets at the beta group. Simultaneously, it raised its body and began firing its still-massive magic support cannons in an arc-shaped trajectory. Explosions echoed along the mountain road, the blast waves jolting the approaching units, but this was only the prelude to the battle.

The lead unit used a jet-jump maneuver to close the distance to the leading small Darkin swarm in an instant, almost crashing into them. A few dozen meters ahead, it performed a diagonal upward jet jump, leaping above the enemy group. Then, it sharply turned the jump unit's nozzles upward, deploying the concealed ram and blades within its shield, propelling itself downwards. The ram slammed down, the blades slashed, instantly crushing the descending group of small Darkin into dust, their internal organs scattering and flesh flying everywhere.

As the shield slipped from his grasp, the mech tumbled and pulled back up. His free left hand retrieved a combined pneumatic assault cannon from the weapon rack on his back, while the container-like equipment on his shoulders opened, scattering incendiary bombs that engulfed countless small Darkin in flames.

The jump units on both sides fired in opposite directions, the mana amplifiers braking in sync, causing the mech to spin like a top. Two pairs of cannons of different calibers unleashed a barrage of high-speed small arrow-shaped projectiles, swarms of spherical shrapnel, and slow-firing large-caliber grenades.

The combat strength ratio was at least 1000 to 1, but despite this, it fearlessly began attacking the assault vanguard, quickly building a mountain of corpses under the flanking fire support of the other two mechs.

"Nighthawk Vanguard calling Nighthawk Leader: A mixed cluster of large and medium-sized creatures has been detected 800 meters behind the annihilated enemy group!"

Along with the communication came real-time battlefield intelligence: those in the middle should be the ideal test targets—the behemoths—judging by their movement speed! With that certainty, Aina adjusted her mech to the optimal engagement position.

Behind the mountain of corpses and rivers of blood of the smaller creatures, a large number of tank-type and armored giant-type creatures moved to the left and right, clearing a path. Soon, from the depths of their vision, a cluster of yellow, elephant-like behemoths appeared, baring their terrifying tusks like battering rams as they charged towards the Nighthawk squad, their forms filled with hatred for the enemy who had invaded their homeland.

"Nighthawk Leader, notify all units: I'm going to use that new toy. Please immediately move away from the attack axis!"

With Aina's command, the three mechs within engagement range lined up, hers in the middle as the leader.

Normally, choosing such a defensive formation when facing a massive assault by a horde of behemoths would be suicidal. The reason is simple: the behemoths are incredibly fast and have incredibly thick hides, making a direct, head-on confrontation with the firepower of a conventional magic-powered mech impossible. But at this moment, she and her wingman remained completely unmoved.

"Alright, let's try this!"

Discarding the dwindling ammunition of the combined pneumatic assault cannon, she adjusted the strangely shaped weapon occupying both main weapon racks on the back of the mech—a large, cannon-like weapon taller than an F-22—to firing mode.

In an instant, a unique cannon sound and flash filled the space shrouded in darkness. The strange weapon continuously spewed out massive projectiles at the firing rate of a small-caliber pneumatic assault cannon; the humming-like vibrations generated intense torque, causing the mech to creak and groan, and an ominous, distant thunderous sound transmitted through the mech to the cockpit.

Amidst the violent shaking and roaring, Aina gritted her teeth, focusing her attention on aiming at the target. With a storm of bullets sweeping across the battlefield, the thick, sturdy hides of the behemoths were crushed, burst, and scattered like clay—an unbelievable sight—the sheer power of the new weapon allowed her to completely halt the massive, tsunami-like charge of the behemoths with just a simple lift of her mech.

But her good fortune was short-lived. Suddenly, an anomaly appeared in the mech's status data displayed in the corner of her vision—the cannon was overheating!

The heat generated by the new weapon's high-speed, continuous fire of large-caliber shells was incomparable to that of ordinary magic-powered pneumatic cannons.

A cooling system supported by numerous water-based magic wells had been installed to address this, but it seemed even this measure was insufficient!

A violent explosion rang out, and before Aina could react, both of her mechs' hands were blown to pieces along with the new weapon. "Nightingale Thug! Full firepower suppression! Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Her vision blurred by the shock of the explosion, she subconsciously gave the order...

"Tch, what a mess. Malfunctioning at a crucial moment. Is this the so-called common problem of experimental equipment...?"

Half an hour later, in a hangar at the Fialy Heavy Industries Far East Base, Aina, having finally managed to squeeze her head out of the blasted, deformed chest of her mech, dejectedly found herself stuck inside the malfunctioning half of the hatch.

"The new equipment technology is still immature, so problems are inevitable. Otherwise, we testers wouldn't be needed."

Vice-Captain Aura, who jumped down from a nearby mech, reassured Aina as she directed the maintenance personnel to try and open the damaged hatch.

Aura was a rare drow elf, an underground race that once shared villages with the dwarves but was almost wiped out in the war against the Darkin: she had long, silky silver hair that reached past her shoulders, dark brown but glossy skin, and a tall stature that was almost no less than the strong male maintenance worker beside her. Her tight-fitting pilot trousers could not hide the long, straight, beautiful legs, and a pair of slightly full breasts could be vaguely seen through the slightly open top with a few buttons undone. Her face was full of smiles, but there was a glint of light in her eyes that was hard to understand.

She was the only member of the squad who held the dual roles of test pilot and company technician, so while her two teammates went to shower and change, she had to stay behind with the maintenance crew to address the damaged mech.

"No... it's just that the mech's current main engine power can't simultaneously support the operation of the regular systems and the cooling of the cannon. Basically, this accident has nothing to do with the weapon itself."

Maria walked down the stairs on one side of the hangar.

"I see. You did something too advanced again, right?"

Finally free, Aina couldn't wait to jump to the ground and, completely disregarding the occasion, immediately took off her clothes, which were covered in black grime. Soon, she was only wearing underwear and a towel that Aura hurriedly handed her. Her almost naked body exposed her perfect S-curve and snow-white skin.

"Hey, be a little more careful. There are so many men here."

Seeing her best friend's daughter acting so recklessly, Maria frowned.

"Let them see if they want to. Anyway, this body... in a sense, isn't mine."

Aina seemed nonchalant, but there was a clear sadness in her voice.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault..."

Maria's tone reminded her of the accident two years ago, and she apologized with some self-reproach.

"It wasn't your fault. That time it was purely my own mistake."

Her expression and tone made the other woman feel a little embarrassed.

"No, making such a dangerous machine and then having others test it, even if it wasn't the machine itself that malfunctioned, it should still be my responsibility."

Maria still insisted on self-reflection.

"If all citizens were as self-disciplined as you, the Federation would have unified the continent long ago."

Due to years of dealing with her, Aina was very familiar with her boss and elder's overly strict self-disciplined personality, and she also knew that not getting involved in this atmosphere—the most effective way to deal with Maria's overly harsh self-reflection.

"Aina..."

Seeing her carefree smile, and realizing that she had made her subordinates and Wanbei worry, Maria felt a little regretful for her humility. Although she knew it wasn't good, she couldn't shake the trait she inherited from her brother. "Hmph... Don't make fun of your boss, or you'll get your salary docked!"

She responded with a smile to her junior's concern.

Outside the hangar, Singold, stopped by guards, looked annoyed. He had wanted to check on her immediately to earn some goodwill, but this place, where the latest experimental machines were stored, was off-limits to anyone except company personnel.

'Speaking of which, I heard that not only Aina, but the entire testing team are all top-tier beauties...' With his attempts to negotiate fruitless, he could only wait foolishly at the door, his mind wandering to avoid looking too silly. A

small door opened, revealing a girl with long, flowing, jet-black hair that reached past her waist. Her face radiated a calm and serene beauty. However, she didn't seem to be a pure-blooded human; after all, she was rather short for a woman her age.

The girl, seemingly fresh from a bath, had slightly damp hair. Clad only in a short-sleeved shirt and tight shorts, her petite frame was accentuated by her ample bosom—the shirt billowed out, casting a shadow across her chest that swayed with every step, almost as if producing a sound effect.

The alluring sight compelled Singold to bend down and examine her closely.

"Ugh!"

Lost in his gaze, he was suddenly kicked hard in the groin.

"Don't look at my friend with such lewd eyes, you pervert!"

The girl was clearly a cat-like creature, a high-ranking orc. Her honey-colored hair, styled in twin ponytails, perfectly complemented her triangular ears. A collar adorned her neck, with bells dangling from it. She had rose-colored lips and skin as white as snow; short in stature, her breasts smaller than other girls her age, she appeared as a fragile, dreamlike beauty.

Both girls wore the same unit insignia on their chests, suggesting they were testers here. Was this the rumored beauty squad after all? Singold began to consider scaling up their target this time.

"What are you doing here?"

But his good mood was short-lived. Before Singold could do anything to salvage the first impression, Aina came out, immediately noticing his striking blue hair. "Never mind, it's not important. I'm in a bad mood right now. Come here and let me have some fun."

She grabbed Singold by the collar and dragged him inside. "I'll borrow your mechs for a bit."

Ignoring the bewildered guards, she turned to the two girls.

"So… what do you think?"

the shorter girl asked her companion.

"We probably need to tell the assembly workshop that we've added another new mech we need."

The cat-eared girl with twin ponytails shrugged…

Xiahou Qin was somewhat at a loss. Just now, Li Qingxia had suddenly appeared in her room; no one had seen how she entered, and her expression was quite unpleasant.

"P-Please...what happened?"

After a long silence, Xiahou Qin asked uneasily.

"You can contact the entire Changge Sect, right?"

Li Qingxia didn't answer but asked in return.

"Yes...yes."

Xiahou Qin became nervous; it seemed something serious had happened.

"Tell them the Martial Emperor's Mausoleum has been robbed."

It was indeed a very shocking event.

"Tomb robbers?"

Although she said it, even Xiahou Qin herself felt that possibility was unreliable.

"No, because nothing was lost except for the Changsheng Army."

Li Qingxia shook her head. "No way, who did it?"

Xiahou Qin was shocked.
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Chapter 5 Cat Killer

"I don't know, but someone who could pull off such a large-scale operation is definitely not an ordinary person. The burial chamber was practically emptied out, and the entrances and exits weren't expanded. It looks like it was done using a large-scale teleportation spell." Li

Qingxia said with certainty.

"But recently, the main forces coveting the Imperial Mausoleum Mountain are under our and your surveillance. Besides them, who else has such power..."

Xiahou Qin was puzzled.

"It should be said to be the main human force,"

Li Qingxia corrected her.

"Not humans? Could it be... the orcs? But what's the point? Didn't the Everlasting Victory Army cease operations and become unusable more than two hundred years ago?"

"That's just because we couldn't reactivate them back then. Considering that the Everlasting Victory Army was originally created by the Xuanmen using ancient magical energy they discovered, with so many years of technological development, perhaps someone has found a way to reawaken them."

Li Qingxia's expression was serious. "Anyway, I will investigate what happened. Your Changge Sect and the Royal Palace should also prepare for any emergencies. Also... tell that kid to keep the Dragon Soaring Sword safe. If something really happens, it might be the key to solving the problem."

...

A carriage slowly drove through the gate checkpoint towards the main buildings of the base. Inside, Zifang looked at Morrigan beside him. "Why didn't you bring Shiori?"

He wasn't just puzzled by this, but also by Shiori's apparent inability to fully understand his presence.

"This base was built by Fialy Heavy Industries to conduct new weapons development and testing in secret from the eyes of the Western Continent countries. So, apart from company personnel, you can't get in without an appointment. Not to mention Shiori, even Your Highness is no exception,"

Morrigan explained.

"Then what about the two of us?"

"I'm an old acquaintance of the owner here. As for you, your current public identity is that of a pilot selected by the Lingnan Army for training and assisting with testing."

"Is that so...? But there seems to be a problem. I don't know how to pilot that magic-powered mech at all."

Zifang thought for a moment and immediately realized a major flaw in his false identity.

"Eh? Is that so? Haha... Hahaha..."

The other person seemed completely unprepared for this, and laughed awkwardly.

"Isn't it a bit too late to act cute now?"

Zifang shook his head and complained.

"It's alright, I'll teach you."

A relaxed voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Is it okay?"

Wisteria was a little worried.

"Don't worry, I scanned the one that blue-haired girl was carrying. Although it's enlarged, with an added endoskeleton frame and simplified systems, it's roughly the same as the single-soldier magic-powered armor our Fiari Empire used to use. Leave it to me."

Soon, the carriage stopped in an open area near the hangar. Wisteria and Morrigan peeked out, drawn by a deafening roar: pure white and light purple, two high-speed magic-powered mechs skimmed across the surface of a lake like skipping stones, cutting through the dust and speeding through the crevices of the boulders, bathed in the relentless heat and light of the afternoon sun on the training ground.

"Looks like this is going to be interesting,"

Morrigan chuckled. Wisteria didn't reply, but he was clearly also very interested, watching intently.

"Yay!"

Singold couldn't hide his delight, the maneuvers he conceived were transmitted to his entire machine through the soul link. The light purple-gray F-22 Raptor reacted as if it had been whipped, rolling repeatedly before lifting its head and rising rapidly.

"Whoosh! Here it comes! Here it comes!"

The intense gravitational acceleration suddenly assaulted him as if it were about to crush his body. However, Singold seemed to enjoy the feeling, making his machine perform even more complex polygonal three-dimensional maneuvers. "This is interesting... This thing looks a lot bigger, but the actual handling is even lighter than the F-15G!"

He was very fond of the new machine's excellent performance.

"Hey, blue-haired one, do you want to transfer to the aerobatic team?"

The one who sent the communication was Aina, who was piloting the white-painted machine. She raised her middle finger in disdain for her opponent's childish behavior of getting a fun toy.

Completely different from when the two had last clashed, not only had they changed their machines, but they were also each carrying only a long sword for close combat. This was one of the reasons for Singold's smugness: pilots from the Temple Guard often referred to their military counterparts, who focused on mid-to-long-range tactics, as "ammunition dispensers" or "cannon birds," a term that had become slang. Therefore, he considered this duel a sure thing.

However, he was unaware that his opponent was quite different, possessing skills akin to "ammunition dispensers" or "cannon birds," while also excelling in close-quarters melee combat. Aina, the chief development pilot here, had long since mastered close-quarters combat tactics using a longsword.

"Today I'll show you what's different about Temple Guard pilots, beautiful,"

Singold replied smugly to her communication.

"Heh, you actually dare to say that. Well then, demonstrate for me."

But Aina clearly didn't take it seriously.

"We'll see,"

Singold took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and pressed the switch to change his mental state. In an instant, her expression shifted from a playful smile to a sharp one, conveying a confident acceptance of the challenge.

Almost simultaneously, both sides pushed their jet propulsion systems to full capacity, initiating polygonal maneuvers that no flying beast could match. The gas trails trailed by the two magic-powered mechs traced two massive, intertwined snakes in the air, forming a double spiral. Then, as if by prior agreement, they separated, and almost at the same moment, both mechs drew their combat swords, leaped forward horizontally, and began to engage.

"Don't be careless! I won't hold back just because you're a woman!"

Singold recalled the painful memory of being outmaneuvered by Aina in the mobile artillery battle a day earlier. This time, I'm going to get my revenge! He roared inwardly.

The chase quickly ended, the two magic-powered mechs staring at each other at a distance of only ten meters. There was no cover to hide behind, and their only weapon was their swords. The latest weaponry, incorporating all the cutting-edge technologies of the Western Continent's magical energy field, was not relying on any ranged weapons, but rather determined to fight to the death in the purest and most primal way.

The roar of the jump unit's exhaust gas blasts rang out again, and a ghostly phantom flashed into Singold's vision in an instant. That phantom-like existence was a steel giant clad in silver armor.

"Tch, I won't lose to you!"

He concentrated, raised his sword, and flashed forward, activating the jump unit to its maximum output. The violent vibrations transmitted into the cockpit as the blades collided.

"Ughhhhh!"

The machine groaned and creaked, the mournful cry of its relatively fragile joint components. Completely ignoring this, Singold attacked continuously with a feeling of oneness with the machine and fluid, effortless movements.

The booming of metal clashing rose and fell, the blades of the two longswords clashing repeatedly, high-strength alloy fragments exploding and sparking as they flew out. Both sides, ignoring common sense, attacked each other relentlessly. Warnings drowned out their ears, and joint damage alarms blared in unison.

After another clash of blades, the two mechs brushed past each other. The white F-22 instantly regained its footing, the sand behind it bursting apart. With a stomp, its jump unit unleashed maximum power, and the longsword it carried on its shoulder slashed down like lightning.

"Damn it!"

In response, the purple-painted F-22 shrank back, its damaged high-strength alloy fragments shimmering and swirling. He needed to create distance to regain the initiative, but his opponent wouldn't give him a chance. Singold glanced at his mech's condition; it was completely red, and the joints were nearing their limits.

"If I take that kind of slash head-on next time, my joints will fall apart."

He then noticed the difference in performance between the two weapons: unlike the lightweight, continuous-attack-friendly longsword that came with his F15G, the military longsword opposite him was not only heavier and thicker on the back, but the counterweight had also been moved from the back to the front, designed entirely for powerful, skillless slashes.

He couldn't continue to meet the attack head-on like this; he had to use his real skills. His opponent was clearly an expert in hand-to-hand combat, Singold thought to himself.

The white F22 stood in the shadow cast by the building, its red, goggle-like observation module locking onto its target once more. "Looks like she's got some skills in this area," Aina thought with a pleased smile.

"Again!"

The machine launched an attack with a horizontal jet-like leap. Blades clashed again, but the longswords, swung with all their might, were ultimately deflected elsewhere by the opponent, vanishing without a trace.

Simultaneously, the opponent's counterattack was exceptionally fierce. Taking advantage of the white F-22's loss of momentum and sudden step, Singold followed up with a killing move, the longsword nimbly slicing through the opponent's chest armor.

Aina broke out in a cold sweat. If the opponent's attack had been even half a beat faster, she would undoubtedly have been cleaved in two beneath the chest armor. "Holy crap… this is illogical!"

She was extremely frustrated by her lack of skill. During development training, she hadn't focused as much on longsword attack tactics as she had on other courses. She cursed her overconfidence and complacency, then looked at the opponent; the purple F-22 remained motionless, this moment seeming like eternity.

"So calm and collected... Come on... let's see how long you can keep this up..."

As expected of a paladin, this guy's swordsmanship is truly impressive, and his control over the machine's axial movement seems exceptionally skillful—the fact that he can withstand all of my high-energy slashes with a light weapon is proof of this.

"But don't get me wrong, this isn't a knightly duel!"

Seeing the purple F22 swing its longsword again, Aina also adopted an attack stance: she lowered her knees first, leaned forward, and raised the base of the jump unit. Utilizing her weapon's kinetic energy advantage, she decided to continue the offensive.

The two machines once again approached each other like massive cannonballs released from their barrels, accompanied by sonic booms. The two longswords swung down from the shoulder collided, scattering orange sparks like a waterfall.

Singold paused, because the force of this attack seemed significantly less than before, but he didn't have the energy to think about it further, assuming that his opponent was also considering the limits of their machine's joints.

"Now!"

Singold shouted, maintaining the near-collapse of his mech's balance through skillful maneuvering: deploying the built-in ramming horn on his right main foot and striking the ground, while simultaneously maximizing the power of his left jump unit.

"Got it!"

As his mech spun 180 degrees, ignoring the deafening alarms on his joints, he pinpointed his opponent's location in his field of vision. The lightweight weapon proved its advantage at this moment; while the opponent's weapon was still in a state of stun, his blade had already swept towards the most vulnerable part of the white F-22's torso.

However, the expected severance didn't occur, because his blade missed its mark. The opponent's mech actually flew into the air at the last second—that decelerating strike wasn't intended to protect the joints, but rather it was deliberate. Her jump unit wasn't allowed to thrust backward, which allowed her to complete the jump maneuver so quickly!

But it was too late to understand now. The heavy blade struck again, this time with the added force of gravitational potential energy. The most violent tremor to date followed, and with a series of ripping sounds, the purple F22 half-knelt, its longsword falling to the side. Sparks flew from its wrists, elbows, and one knee, five vital joints paralyzed. Not only that, but its magic power enhancement system and jump unit also shut down due to the machine's inability to maintain axial balance.

Looking up, the opponent's longsword had also fallen from its grasp. It seemed that at least the wrists of the machine were also destroyed, but compared to its own completely paralyzed machine, the outcome was clearly decided.

"Blue-haired one, you're still too green!" The

still-powered white machine leaped dozens of meters into the air, flying away leisurely as if displaying its might.

"Hey! Do you want me to walk back?"

The hatch opened, and Singold nimbly slipped out of the cockpit, raising his middle finger to the sky and shouting at a volume no less loud than the roar of the enemy's jump unit.

Ten minutes later, the carriage, now with an extra passenger, sped south along the paved road, heading towards its original destination: the base command center building. Wisteria and Morrigan sat in the second row behind the driver, while Singold, who had undergone a brief medical examination by Morrigan in the open area, sat in the third row.

The distance from the open area used as a training ground to the main facilities of the base was about 5 kilometers, which sounded quite far, but compared to the Far East base, which covered more than 100 square kilometers, it could be said to be just a stone's throw away.

"This is..."

Wisteria exclaimed as she looked out the window at the hangar, where huge outdoor hangars stood at intervals of at least 300 meters. While the view was indeed magnificent, a slight downward shift in perspective revealed an even more breathtaking sight: countless different models of magical mechs, a mix of old and new, including F (Fiari), A (Eros), W (Vigel), and S (Higlar), appeared and disappeared from view as the carriage moved.

"Surprised? No wonder, this is practically a collection of all types of magical mechs from across the continent,

" Morrigan chuckled, observing his gaping expression. She then began to describe the models and characteristics of the magical mechs that came into view. When she had described more than ten, Wisteria seemed to notice something.

"I don't see the kind of mechs we fought before,"

he said, puzzled.

"Oh, that's a new model still in the testing phase, so it's impossible to show it to the public,"

Morrigan explained, then turned to Singold behind him, "Is that an F-22? Its maneuverability looks quite good. How does it feel to fly? How much has its output increased compared to second-generation fighters?"

Singold, suddenly being approached and bombarded with questions, was initially startled. "It feels very good. As for the specific technical data, I'm not an insider here, so I can't disclose that."

But he quickly recovered and replied accordingly.

At this moment, the carriage had approached the destination along the central building's road, stopping at the rugged entrance. After the passengers disembarked, the driver returned along the same route.

"Singold Abidis!"

Singold's full name boomed throughout the entrance hall, causing him to stand at attention as if electrocuted. Even Wisteria was startled by the unexpected shout, her body trembling.

Looking towards the source of the shout, she saw a middle-aged officer whose appearance suggested a knightly background. The gleaming armor was his mark as a paladin, and the special badge on his chest indicated that he was also a pilot of a magical mech. He

stood with his brow furrowed, arms crossed behind his back, his weight evenly distributed on both legs. His gaze, even with narrowed eyes, was powerful and piercing, fixed intently on the blue-haired young man before him. For some reason, Singold, abandoning his previous boldness, remained standing motionless, not even daring to turn to face him.

"I say, you... even if the Abidis family is wealthy and doesn't care about the compensation, damaging two mechs in two days is a bit much, isn't it?"

Smiling as he responded to Morrigan's greeting, the paladin slowly stepped forward and stood directly behind Singold.

"Yes..."

Singold uttered a soft voice.

"Don't you think you've done far too much unnecessary work since you arrived here as Miss Maria's bodyguard?"

His eyes narrowed further, and he lowered his voice. "First, a full physical examination, you brat! Report to the infirmary right now!"

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and, at a voice no less forceful than before, shouted at close range, "I'll teach you a lesson later! While you're being examined, think carefully about what you're going to write in your report and your explanation!"

"Yes! Ouch..."

Probably from being too nervous, Singold bowed too forcefully, essentially punching himself in the chest, and then ran off to the infirmary looking extremely embarrassed.

"What a troublesome subordinate."

The middle-aged paladin turned to face Zifang and the others. "So... this is the new local pilot? Come on in, the people here are waiting for you."

He smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth, and pointed to a corridor.

The bare walls and dim lighting made the already cramped space feel tacky and dull. Zifang, tossed into this gray box—a space barely big enough for five people—by Morrigan, was battling an enemy called boredom.

This was the base's test team's briefing and waiting room, containing nine tables and chairs arranged in a three-by-three grid. Zifang's current position, facing the podium at the far left, was a suitable spot to discreetly observe the others in the room.

His first sight was of the quiet, long-haired girl next door to his right, who sat with her legs spread apart in a rather unladylike manner. The reason she was chosen as his initial target was her disproportionately large breasts, which seemed out of place with her short frame. Wisteria rested her chin on her crossed hands, peering through the gaps in her fingers. She had glossy black hair and gentle, deep-colored eyes. She seemed somewhat bored, humming a strange tune and swaying her body in time with it.

In stark contrast was the woman sitting in front of Wisteria, who had remained motionless like a sculpture since she entered. Wisteria had consciously glanced at her profile upon entering; the beautiful pale silver hair behind the long, distinctively elven ears contrasted sharply with her deep brown skin, creating a cold, almost sculpted beauty. She had also glanced at Wisteria then, but only slightly raised one eyebrow before immediately looking away, maintaining an attitude of complete disregard for his presence.

Finally, he shifted his gaze to the area diagonally in front of the sculpted beauties. Occupying the central position in the front row was a delicate, petite girl with honey-colored twin ponytails, her triangular cat ears particularly striking.

Noticing Zifang's gaze, she put her hand behind her back and raised her middle finger.

A bunch of weirdos… Zifang shook his head slightly. He sincerely hoped their attitude wasn't preferential treatment for a "newcomer" but rather a consistent pattern.

The door opened again, and Zifang, thinking it was Morrigan returning, looked up. Although the person who entered resembled her somewhat, it was clearly someone else. It was a female officer with flowing black hair, her back ramrod straight, head slightly bowed, silently reciting something as if in prayer. Although she was positioned sideways to Zifang, the glimpse of her profile through her black hair revealed a standard, beautiful face, reminiscent of an oriental doll.

Although she already knew that Morrigan's daughter, Aina, was the team leader, Zifang, having seen her as a boyish child, couldn't help but marvel at how much she had changed as she grew up. As she turned and stood on the platform, the black-haired girl who had been humming a tune immediately fell silent.

"Well then, everyone, although I'm a little late with the introduction, this is our new teammate who's here for training today. He comes from the Lingnan Army's pilot training unit. Although official reasons prevent me from revealing his details and background, I can assure you he's a highly reliable elite pilot."

Responding to Aina's unexpected introduction, Zifang gave everyone a slight nod. However, the team members' reactions didn't disappoint: the cat-eared girl seemed displeased and turned back to the front, while the other two remained completely unresponsive, maintaining their unchanging posture.

Such reactions were probably commonplace, so Aina didn't particularly care about her subordinates' lack of interest. "Well then, let me introduce you all for the shy ones."

She supported herself on the platform with both hands, staring intently at Zifang. "Sitting to your right is Lieutenant Night Rain Wildhammer, a half-dwarf, half-human, serving as the assault vanguard in the squad."

Night Rain continued swaying as he faced Wisteria, glancing upwards as a greeting.

"Sitting in front of you is Captain Aura Sirosian, a drow elf, serving as a sweeper like me, and also as the squad's technical adjutant."

Echoing Aina's words, Aura turned to the side and nodded silently.

"And this is Lieutenant Alice Brivif, a high orc as you can see, serving as the artillery rearguard for this squad."

Alice seemed completely unconcerned about Wisteria's presence, casually crossing her legs and rocking her chair, her long tail and cute ears swaying freely.

"As for myself, I don't need to introduce myself much, do I?"

Aina smiled and glanced at the awkward silence below. "Well then, that concludes the self-introductions. Let's get down to business. To cultivate the trust that's so crucial for the team, today's main task is to help you all get to know each other better and develop closer relationships."

Considering the previous situation, Wisteria felt a hint of sarcasm in the way the expression "get to know each other better and develop closer relationships" came across.

"So today's schedule is an exercise to celebrate the arrival of a new comrade, codenamed 'Shock'."

Upon hearing this, everyone who had previously feigned indifference tensed up instantly.

"Shock" was a widely used tactical training course for humans adopted by various countries in the Western Continent. It was designed for urban street fighting between two-person squads, the smallest tactical unit of a magical mech unit.

"The battle zone is set as an urban area after a large-scale magical artillery bombardment, and anti-aircraft forces from both sides are deployed around it, so flight altitude is limited. The victory condition is to shoot down the leader's aircraft. That concludes the detailed explanation of the exercise.

Any questions?" After finishing the explanation, Aina surveyed her surroundings. Everyone remained silent, indicating that there were no questions.

"Then, let's announce the formation. Squad A's leader is Lieutenant Alice, and her wingman is Lieutenant Night Rain."

Night Rain nodded calmly, while Alice exaggeratedly raised her right hand.

"Squad B's wingman is Captain Aura, and the leader is our new friend. Get ready, dismissed!"

"Captain Aura. Can we chat for a bit?"

Along with the order to dismiss the squad, Fujito greeted her partner. Since she was still sitting, Fujito was in a downward-looking position.

"What is it?"

She raised one eyebrow slightly, her thin lips subtly twisting into a "he" shape. Though she spoke little, her expression was quite rich in a certain sense. Hidden in that expression was a clear sense of wariness—or more accurately, a clear will to keep her distance.

However, for Zifang, not knowing her situation wasn't the most important thing. Judging from her attitude, Aura probably shared the same thoughts about him as the most vehemently expressed Alice. Therefore, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to assume a three-on-one situation at this stage. Even though Garo had given his absolute assurance, only a dreamer would be certain of "absolute victory" against three elite pilots who knew each other well.

And all indications suggested that this wasn't a simple exercise, but rather an evaluation test. So, he needed to determine beforehand whether Aura, as his partner, would remain silent or actively help her. But before he could find a suitable way to ask, Aura spoke first: "Don't worry, handsome, I'm a pilot too, of course I don't want to lose."

She said all she wanted to say, leaving it at that.

"Hehe, of course, I want to win too."

Now it was Zifang who felt embarrassed for seeming a little petty.

"Is that so? What a coincidence."

"Aura said, narrowing her eyes slightly," she said. Then she quietly stood up and left with an uncanny, gliding gait.

It seemed the time for the newcomer was over. However, Fujito was quite satisfied with the result. In Aura's expression and words, one could sense the "pride" of a dignified warrior. This somewhat unexpected gain gave him the confidence to win.

"Are you really okay?"

Fujito seemed to be talking to himself as he awkwardly entered the F-15E's cockpit, which was in standby mode.

"Don't worry."

Garo appeared beside him unseen by others and suddenly kissed him during their conversation, a flood of information rushing into Fujito's mind.

"How was it?"

she asked.

"As expected of you, I completely understand now, but since I haven't actually used it before, I might not be very skilled.

" Savoring the touch of her lips and what she had just learned, Fujito's expression slowly blossomed into a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll assist you."

As Garo said this, Fujito had already secured herself to the seat with the safety belt. As the hatch closed, his body suddenly froze as if in a state of suspended animation, his semi-transparent pupils displaying images of the space before him.

A few minutes later, two F-15Es landed in a corner of the simulated Chengdu ruins training area. To the eight-meter-tall magic-powered mechs, the ruins resembled towering anthills.

"B1 calling B2, haven't they caught up?"

Zifang activated the communication system.

"Too many obstacles, limited observation, but that possibility can't be ruled out."

A cold voice echoed in his ear.

"I'm going to conduct a short reconnaissance raid. You continue searching for advantageous firing positions."

"B2, understood."

As Riola's mech disappeared from view, Zifang sighed softly, but didn't relax her vigilance.

According to the data recently transmitted by Garo, urban warfare, especially among magic-powered mechs, demanded the best skills and keenest perception. Numerous obstacles, poor footholds, reduced detection range, and a sense of imbalance within the mech... countless negative factors existed. Reconnaissance while moving in such an environment is difficult even for the best pilots, requiring immense energy.

Even simple movement, such as jumping or high-speed gliding, would immediately reveal their position with the roar of the jump unit's thrusters, leaving them vulnerable to preemptive attacks or sudden engagements.

Zifang carefully controlled his mech, moving cautiously, when suddenly a warning sounded—the magic detector had detected the enemy's location, but only one red dot.

This meant it might be a decoy tactic, and more critically, the chances of being detected by the enemy were high.

Carefully controlling the mech's movements, he crouched low and stealthily glided towards the target area. Once close, he suddenly increased the output of the jump unit. Increasing speed reduced the risk of being hit, but at the cost of stealth; the booming roar of the jump unit's thrusters clearly indicated his location.

Upon landing at the optimal attack point, he immediately switched to ground-hovering gliding mode, cautiously retreating as if walking on thin ice. Before the echoes of the jet thrust and landing faded away, Zifang's mech concealed itself behind a building whose estimated target location was clearly visible.

Suddenly, a magic-powered mech charged forward with a horizontal jet thrust. The observation system quickly identified it as A2 based on the other's conspicuous shield equipment.

"Tch, just as I thought, a decoy."

Having identified the other's wingman, Zifang did not attack. The reason was simple—Iris's location was still unknown. Night Rain's feint, with Iris responsible for sniping, basically matched his assessment.

Even so, continuing to hide wouldn't lure out the hunter behind the decoy, so Zifang simply moved the mech forward and revealed itself.

"Huh?"

The moment it appeared, a warning sound filled the cockpit, and the hostile red dot on the magic detector appeared overhead!

"Damn it, you only noticed me when I was this close?"

Zifang sped forward, the image projected into his pupils being a purple F-15E falling from a backlit high-rise building. Amidst the torrent of paint rounds, he desperately performed erratic jet jump maneuvers.

"Damn it! Why can't I hit you!"

Alice was furious at the shooting errors, while Yeyu beside him also began firing with her other hand, the one not holding the shield.

Zifang, who was concentrating on controlling his mech's movements, suddenly noticed the shoulder-mounted turret erected, the muzzle pointing towards the pursuers behind him. "Garou?"

he reacted instantly.

"Focus on evasion, I'm in charge of attacking."

A familiar female voice echoed in his mind.

"Tch, how can you hit anything while multitasking?"

Alice's voice was full of mockery.

But the next second, her mockery turned to terror, as the enemy's shells accurately hit the weapons in her and her wingman's hands. "Are you kidding me?"

she said, unwillingly discarding the pneumatic assault cannon that had been deemed destroyed.

But what surprised her even more was what followed. Just as both F-15Es took cover behind the shields held by Ye Yu's mech to change their spare weapons, Zi Teng used the buildings facing the intersection to perform a triangular jump, dodging the firing axis while circling overhead and diving to close in. He twisted his mech, causing the jump unit to reverse from the base, shifting to a cushioning and deceleration posture!

With the shoulder-mounted cannons and his hands, a total of four pneumatic assault cannons fired at full power, staining the spare weapons and shoulder-mounted weapons of the unsuspecting opponents with the colors indicating destruction, before landing gracefully about thirty meters away.

"We're done for now

," Alice thought dejectedly. Her mech's weapon configuration was long-range artillery, and now she only had her daggers left. Ye Yu was slightly better off, but only had her shield and longsword left.

However, a few muffled thuds followed shortly afterward. Zi Teng's four assault cannons and the long-range sniper cannons on the spare weapon rack all fell to the ground. Under the stunned gaze of his opponents, he maneuvered his mech to draw the longsword from his back.

"What is this guy trying to do?"

Aina wondered, looking at the situation on the field from the observation post.

"He probably doesn't want to win unfairly, right?"

Singold analyzed.

"But to be able to shoot so accurately while in that kind of maneuver, I didn't expect anyone else could do that."

A sudden voice startled them both. Turning around, they saw Maria appear beside them at some point. She exclaimed.

"Him?"

Aina asked curiously.

Maria didn't answer her, because her attention was already drawn to Wisteria's next move—the side of the longsword's blade grazed her forearm from the base, a handsome and elegant design. "Could it be... really him?"

Her body trembled violently.

"You son of a bitch! You bastard, do you look down on people?"

Alice cursed, at the same time extending her F15E's knees, two short swords springing into her hands. Then, using a jet jump, she shortened the distance and rushed in from the inside of the longsword's attack range.

"Come back, Alice! That's a melee weapon!"

Night Rain shouted, warning her impulsive companion.

"What's there to be afraid of? As long as we can't hit it, we'll be fine!"

Alice maneuvered her mech left and right, using unpredictable feints to approach her opponent. In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of her. "Now you won't have time to swing your sword!"

She triumphantly accelerated, thrusting her short sword towards the lower abdomen of the opponent

's mech. But just as it seemed about to strike, Wisteria's mech suddenly reversed the direction of the long sword, the tip plunging into the ground. Its movement and reaction, at least in terms of speed, far exceeded Alice's expectations. The short sword was deflected by the long sword, the attack completely missing its mark in the blink of an eye.

"Beautiful, interesting. So how about this?"

Alice braked suddenly and spun rapidly, trying to flank her opponent from the side. Retreating quickly at this moment would be a fatal mistake, as the longsword could be used to slice in two with incredible speed, as could be deduced from her previous stance.

She successfully reached her opponent's back and thrust her short sword from a blind spot. Her aggressive tactics demonstrated her skill, but Wisteria's mecha executed a perfect spinning kick. The concealed ramming horn extending from her feet accurately struck the opponent's vulnerable waist joint, sending her flying a considerable distance.

"Technical assessment: The attack caused damage to the main unit and the main lumbar joint. A2 is out of the exercise, and Group B wins."

As Aina announced this, Maria quietly left the observation post, quickly went into her office, locked the door, and curled up on the sofa. Confusion, contradictions, and wavering emotions made her body tremble slightly. "Morrigan, what are you trying to do bringing him here at a time like this?"...

Realizing she was straying further and further from the main storyline, she planned to use a chapter to bring it back, but unexpectedly, it took up so much space. ...

On the way back to the hangar from the exercise field, the temporarily formed squad crawled in formation. The tense atmosphere had eased somewhat, and they exchanged some casual conversation. Aina, who was in charge of the observation command post, didn't blame them for deliberately provoking a potentially damaging mech combat.

Meanwhile, perhaps appreciating Zifang's abilities, Yeyu frequently asked questions about the tactics and maneuvers he used in the simulated battle.

Aura's attitude didn't seem to change, but considering she didn't attack until the end, she had considerable trust in Zifang's abilities.

As for Alice, she remained silent, as if she were mute. Was she angry? Surely she wasn't that petty?

Wisteria thought to herself.

"I see. You completely trust Sister Aura, so you entrusted your support to her and openly exposed yourself? You two are really in sync." Night Rain, having learned all the details, was quite surprised.

"It's not that dramatic. It's just that our interests align. Besides, I didn't actually play a significant role until the very end." Aura neither agreed nor disagreed, simply stating it casually.

"What? Entrusting support to someone you've only met and don't even know their strength? You're really oblivious." Alice, who had been keeping quiet, finally spoke, but her words were dripping with sarcasm.

"Oblivious? Maybe..." Wisteria didn't pay much attention to her words; she had ample reason to trust Aura. Immediately after the briefing, when she intended to confirm Aura's stance, she gave a correct and concise answer before she could even speak. This is something that cannot be done without calmness, composure, accurate judgment of the situation, and adaptability. This shows that the people in this unit are trustworthy.

Of course, for Zifang, Aura was just insurance; in fact, achieving an overwhelming victory in a one-on-two situation was his initial plan.

"Well, that's why teamwork is important, Alice." "Ugh..." Alice, having been lectured, turned the head of her mech towards her lecturing companion. "I just don't want to be told that by you, Xiaoye!" She suddenly became angry, the anger from the simulated battle's defeat seeming quite intense: "Why didn't you come with me then!

And what's with all this talk about teamwork... If you had provided timely support, we might have won, and I wouldn't have to face this embarrassing and... shameful thing." By the end, her voice was almost gone.

"Hehe, serves you right for not listening to me and rushing in so fast. But don't worry, I'll help you with that for the sake of our good sisterhood." "Waaah...waaah..." Alice was almost about to cry. You could tell from her voice that her internal pressure had reached its limit. Seeing her completely defeated and suppressed, Zifang suddenly felt that getting along well with Yeyu might be a good choice...

However, their conversation left him somewhat confused. Was losing a simulation game really such an end-of-the-world feeling? And what exactly was it that he had to help with?

"So the cat killer taught the arrogant little cat a lesson?" Even Aina on the other end of the communicator seemed to be infected by the atmosphere and suddenly started joking.

"So noisy!" This was undeniably damaging to Alice. However, Zifang really wanted to get rid of the strange nickname "cat killer."

"The basic tactics of the Lingnan Army emphasize high-quality, elite small-unit combat, so the pilots from there naturally have top-notch teamwork and individual abilities." Aura, participating in the conversation for the first time, was completely unlike her usual cold personality; despite the seemingly rigid content, she spoke very tactfully.

"Speaking of which, Cat Buster, you're really quite impressive. You can perform high-difficulty maneuvers while attacking with such precision." But even she was calling him that; did that immediately confirm his strange nickname? Zifang felt a headache coming on.

"Hey, want to say something about your victory, Cat Buster?" Night Rain's voice intensified the headache.

"No, nothing. Compared to such meaningless things, Tabu Sheep, your defensive reactions were also excellent, otherwise I probably wouldn't have needed to use my longsword to solve the problem." Zifang decided to retaliate.

"Ta...Tabu Sheep? Are you referring to me?" Night Rain took a while to react.

"Yes, that's right." Zifang answered matter-of-factly.

"Don't be like that, you cat-killer! If you want to be affectionate, just call me Xiaoye, it's so cute!" Yeyu protested in a spoiled voice.

"No, because I have dwarf blood, I have to be called Tabu Sheep, short and chubby." But Zifang insisted.

"You... are you looking down on my father's race?" This made her a little angry.

"How could I look down on them? I'm a loyal supporter of Tabu Sheep, Tabu Sheep ribs are really delicious.

" Facing the seemingly angry other party, Zifang calmly explained.

"What, you, if you want to eat so much, then I'll let you have your fill as an appetizer tonight." The unexpected question left Zifang a little confused.

"If the appetizer is this greasy, what will the main course be?" He asked, puzzled

.Roasted whole cat. "Little Night!" A strange dish name I'd never heard of before, but before Wisteria could figure it out, Alice had already inexplicably started acting up.

As they continued bickering on their way back, Aina's attention was drawn to a large airship that suddenly flew over the observation post. She frowned and picked up another communicator. "Air traffic control? What's going on? Weren't there no flights scheduled this afternoon? Where did that airship come from? Why did it fly directly over the exercise area? Ah? What? It's Miss Maria…" Just as she ended the call, somewhat puzzled, Morrigan practically burst through the door. "Aina, that airship…?" she demanded bluntly.

"Probably the one you're thinking of." Aina shrugged.

"When will Maria ever stop being so blunt?" Morrigan sighed deeply, her tone helpless.

"Mom, what kind of magic does our young master possess? How can he possibly sway my perpetually icy boss like this?" Aina thought for a moment, then finally voiced her question.

"Well... considering the person you're currently dating, it's best if you don't know for now." Morrigan hesitated for a moment, then replied casually.

"Huh? Is it related to that idiot?" Aina was even more confused now.

"Don't ask..." Morrigan shook her head.

As if on cue, the door opened again, and in came Singold, who had gone to buy drinks earlier. The first thing he saw upon entering was a mature woman who looked somewhat similar to his savage girlfriend.

"Excuse me, are you Aina's sister?" After a quick thought, he asked with a serious expression.

"Eh? You're quite the smooth talker." Morrigan seemed to be in a good mood. "Dating my girl must be tough, right?" she asked with a smile.

"It's nothing, I'm used to it." When Singold replied, Morrigan turned to look at him directly and then leaned closer.

"Boys are all so carefree. Look, your collar's all crooked." The hand that straightened Singeld's collar slid down his cheek, past his chin, and as that beautiful smile deepened, his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Then, Morrigan went even further, pressing her chest against him, as if anticipating his reaction. The soft touch made Singeld feel like he was in paradise, but the bliss was short-lived.

"What have you been doing to my mother by standing at the door?" The voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, its tone icy cold. Singold peeked out in surprise, only to see Aina's displeased expression, one hand on her hip, a chilling smile on her face, and an ever-growing fist...

"Hey! You bastard!" Meanwhile, Wisteria, who had just emerged from the hangar, heard footsteps approaching as soon as she landed. The next instant, she was suddenly struck in the side with a violent, stabbing impact, her body contorting into an exaggerated "U" shape from the pain, groaning against the corridor wall.

Looking up, she saw that the one who had elbowed her was none other than the ever-annoying Alice. She tried to say something, but the numbness in her respiratory system only allowed her to let out hoarse gasps.

"Don't think you're so great just because you won once!" Alice pointed at him, her face flushed, as he breathed heavily against the wall. "No... but... you're really good... so... I don't mind if you pursue me." After stammering out these words, the catwoman immediately scurried up to the maintenance platform on the second floor as if she had truly turned into a cat.

"What on earth is going on here..." With her diaphragm finally back under control, Wisteria was inexplicably trying to figure out the causal relationship between the beating-like actions and the confession-like words.

"Being more frank would be easier, you know." As Yoru walked past, talking to Aura, she looked up and loudly teased Alice. Aura walked on, but Wisteria deliberately stopped.

"Shut up, Yoru! Don't think you can get away tonight!" Alice, her face flushed, yelled back angrily.

"Hey, that's really mean, but that's well-intentioned advice, isn't it, newbie?" Yoru patted Wisteria's shoulder from behind. The cat-killer and the tabby sheep... their nicknames had completely abandoned negotiations, and they had painstakingly reached an agreement on the way back.

"I have absolutely no idea what you guys are talking about." Wisteria shrugged.

"Well? Never mind, it's not important. But, Alice, although she seems like a tsundere, actually has a hidden masochistic streak. So even though it'll be fun to tease her, please don't bully her too much.

" Night Rain nodded and said seriously, leaving Wisteria completely bewildered.

"Don't joke around, I won't let this guy tease me. Men are all the same; they'll do weird things given the chance, like putting sleeping pills in your drink and then locking you in a dark room to 'train' you. How scary!

" Alice protested loudly from the second floor.

"Who would do such a thing! Don't just arbitrarily describe someone as a vicious criminal!" Wisteria couldn't stand it anymore.

"Night Rain, you too, getting too close to a perverted man can make you pregnant!" An even more outrageous statement appeared.

"I'm not a goddess who grants children!" Wisteria was basically speechless.

"You two are a perfect match." Ye Yu chuckled and respectfully nodded to Zi Teng before quickly entering the changing room.

Zi Teng shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about those strange words. Just as he was about to walk away, a resentful voice came from somewhere: "I hate it so much... I hate that you're so popular with young girls... You're so close to that tiny girl with black hair and big breasts, and that blonde, flat-chested wildcat! Go to hell!

I'll send you on your way!" He turned around and saw Singold, whom he had met before.

Although he hadn't known this young blue-haired paladin for long, he and Zi Teng got along surprisingly well because their personalities were similar. No, rather than similar, it would be more accurate to say that in some terrible aspects, this guy was basically an enhanced version of Zi Teng.

"Showing off your harem as soon as we meet? Which harem novel's protagonist are you?" The voice was still full of resentment.

"Even if I were the protagonist of a harem novel, I'd only pursue mature and gentle older sister types. My relationship with those two girls is probably just that—an acquaintance." Zifang

said dismissively. "Oh, so cute…they're both super adorable…" But the other person in the conversation seemed to be already fantasizing.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" Continuing to argue with this guy would be idiotic, so Zifang decided to leave. "I really can't understand what's so great about older sister types. Even if your first love was your cousin, it wouldn't make you like this, would it? "

But Singold suddenly added."Stop rambling. If you like someone, you like them. It's hard to explain to someone like you." The other person was clearly referring to his relationship with Shiori, apparently something Morrigan had let slip in the carriage earlier. "Stop indulging in this. If you're talking to someone like me who's currently dating a strong, older woman, you're having too many fantasies about this type. Reality is harsh!" Singold's expression suddenly darkened, as if he were venting all the resentment he'd accumulated over the years. "She snatches all the snacks and drinks I buy. Not only does she not care about me gently, but she treats me like a servant. Does that bastard think the world revolves around her? Damn it!" He became increasingly angry as he spoke. "I... I'm telling you, Singold, I suggest you stop here." Wisteria kindly reminded him, noticing the approaching figure.

"No, let me get straight to the point! Listen to me, my friend. Although she's pretty and wears a mask at work, being pampered and adored by everyone, deep down she's just a lazy bum.

When she gets home, she leaves her clothes lying around, chugs beer in her underwear, and burps! If you saw her like that, I'm sure your illusions would shatter instantly!" Singold continued his tirade.

"Hey, I really advise you to stop here..." Wisteria hadn't given up trying to salvage the situation.

"What nonsense are you talking about, bro? The fun begins. She's an absolute idiot when it comes to laundry, cleaning, and cooking. One day she was hungry and wanted to cook some dry noodles, which you just boil, right? Even if it's not cooked perfectly, it'll just get soggy. But she actually 'whoaaaaaah!'" Singold was silenced by a punch to the back.

"Aina? When did you get here? Weren't you with your mother?" He froze, turning his head. Chapter Six: The Western-Style New Army

(11-20 ) "I've been here since you mentioned the snacks I bought. You're really something, always spreading baseless rumors behind people's backs whenever you get the chance. It's really too much. If others misunderstand, your other eye might get a black eye too." Aina, the captain of the Night Hawk Squad, and seemingly Singold's current girlfriend, said with a cold smile. "By the way, what happened to your eye?" Wisteria noticed Singold's slightly swollen left eye. "Don't mention it..." He looked pitiful. "I heard it's retribution for someone making a move on his future mother-in-law in front of his girlfriend." Aura, now in civilian clothes, came out and explained seriously. It was quite a talent that she could talk about such a topic so earnestly. Following her, Night Rain and Alice emerged one after another. "Alright, it seems everyone's here. I have good news and bad news," Aina said. "The bad news is that our boss had to go back urgently. If you want to discuss your compensation with her in person, please come back earlier next time. As for the good news, I've secured team funding and leave. We'll be going to the beach for a training camp this afternoon to relax." ... From blue to sky blue, from sea blue to emerald green—the colors on either side of the horizon completed a magnificent gradient from azure to turquoise. The sky and the sea made the clouds and the beach appear even whiter; in the forest, which seemed to be shrouded in a thick green curtain, clusters of flowers added a touch of brilliance like mosaics. "Look, the world is colorful!"—These words came from Singold, who had disembarked from the airship after arriving at the beach. And no one present disagreed. The sun in the sky was incredibly bright, and its warm light made this world of primary colors even more vibrant and beautiful. The breathtaking scenery of the South Island, seemingly only existing in imagination and imagery, stunned everyone present. "...But it's really hot, isn't it?" But it wasn't just the scenery that shocked them. "This is the southernmost part of Yanhuang, so of course it's hot. But at least it's better than the southwestern rainforest I was in during the height of summer. That place was truly hell." Wisteria leaned down and replied to Singold, who was huddled in a precious patch of shade, looking listless. "I see. I'm used to the refreshing Kanan Grasslands." Singold's gaze lingered on Aina, who was directing the staff to arrange the luggage. Wearing a sun hat, teardrop sunglasses, shorts, and a tight vest, she kept an eye on the moving luggage and the notepad in her hand, while issuing instructions to the staff. "Hmm...their usual office lady uniform is already hot enough...this summer outfit is pretty cool too..." Singold grinned lecherously. "That's why I say the beach is a man's paradise. We can get a close look at the smooth skin and barely concealed breasts of the beauties in the squad." Wisteria ignored him, went straight back to her room to put away her luggage, but when she came out again, she found... "I say...what are you doing?" "Don't you understand? This is tropical camouflage! " Looking at Singold's astonishing pose, Wisteria was speechless. He had already taken off his previous clothes and put on a tropical T-shirt with a pattern of red hibiscus blooming on a green field, looking ready to go for a stroll. "Hey, cheer up. We're here to relax, you know? Relaxing has its rules. New encounters mean new discoveries. I'm off to explore these things now." He patted Wisteria's shoulder and said. "Rules...rules...what are those?" Wisteria was puzzled. "You're such a blockhead. If you keep going like this, you won't even notice the flowers blooming right in front of you, and you're destined to live a mediocre life." "I see...but we're going to have a group activity later, is it really necessary to be in such a hurry?" Wisteria seemed to recall that some "friends" had said the same thing to him before, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. That was the line that a few carefree classmates said when he was still studying at the Imperial Academy in the capital, when he refused to go to the city to pick up girls. "I just said, there will be new discoveries. Even women you're used to seeing will show another side in this kind of open-minded resort." Singold waved his finger and clicked his tongue, denying Wisteria's statement. "Hmph...if you're not interested, then I'll use my own method to make this luxurious moment meaningful." Seeing that Wisteria still didn't seem to be responding, he finally gave up. "What do you mean by 'meaningful'... Well, let me ask you this: what exactly are you planning to do?" Sensing a hidden meaning in Singold's words, Wisteria shrugged. "Finally interested? First of all... right, it's fire reconnaissance! That's the foundation of tactics. " "Fire...reconnaissance?" Wisteria repeated, sensing a hint of danger in his words. "Don't worry about the details... In short, I'm going to conduct fire reconnaissance missions in search of new discoveries." It was precisely this disregard for detail that made Wisteria so unable to understand his meaning. "...So, you're going to spy on me?" Not wanting to continue the argument, Wisteria cut to the chase. "Well, what you do is your business, it's none of my concern...but don't cause any trouble, okay?" He turned to go back to his room. "What? You're not coming with me?" "I don't like doing pointless things. " "Honestly, I can't do anything with you. See you later, I'm off." Wisteria watched Singold's retreating figure before entering the small house and closing the door. Inside was a 15-square-meter living room. He sat on the long sofa in the center, large enough for four people, with footrest cushions, gazing at the beach view on the other side of the wooden balcony facing him, lost in thought.i=32>This guy really knows how to find opportunities: the girls, sweating from carrying luggage, are probably taking a nice shower right now. That means the chance of being seen is extremely small, and the target is exposing themselves completely unsuspecting—it's a perfect opportunity. And if all these huts are identical, the shower rooms with beach views will all be surrounded by tropical flowers—"Is this what they call tropical camouflage?" Wisteria put her feet up on the cushion, letting her whole back sink into the trapdoor sofa. The dim room contrasted with the sunlight outside, and the distant sound of waves dominated the room. "..." A sudden pang of conflict gripped him. It wasn't a childish sense of morality causing him displeasure with Singold's actions. It was simply a feeling of obligation to stop Singold's behavior, though he wasn't entirely sure why.

"Seriously, what am I doing..." Wisteria walked out of the house and started jogging.

Reaching the small room where the girls were being housed, he knocked on the door: "Is anyone home?" He knocked again, but there was still no response.

He listened carefully; there seemed to be no one inside. But if no one was home, the problem was solved. However, just as he was about to leave, he heard a sound from inside, as if someone was approaching the door from the depths of the living room.

"Who is it? What's wrong?" Morrigan's voice was muffled through the door, followed by the sound of the door lock and interlock being opened.

"It's me, I have something to tell you..." The door opened, a draft brushed against Wisteria's cheek, and before him stood Morrigan, her skin as white as snow, wearing only a bathrobe. On the sofa inside, he could vaguely see Aura, also wearing a bathrobe, drying her hair.

"Sorry, Aura and I were in the shower and didn't notice. Aina and the others went out to play ball again.

" She was probably halfway through her shower; the sash of her bathrobe wasn't tied, just loosely covering her chest. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks and the back of her neck, looking incredibly alluring. A few drops of water slid down the curves of her full breasts and slender abdomen. A glimpse of her hot thighs through the opening of the white fabric gave Wisteria a strong visual impact from the front.

"...No...that...that..." I already said there would be new discoveries. Even women we're used to seeing will show a different side in this kind of open resort. Wisteria wholeheartedly agreed with that statement at this moment.

"And what are you trying to convey? Is something wrong?" Morrigan seemed completely unconcerned about her half-naked state in front of men.

"It's nothing serious... just that there were some suspicious people loitering around, so I was just reminding you.

" Wisteria tried to look away.

"Suspicious people? Spying dogs? That's a real headache." As she spoke, Morrigan crossed her arms over her chest in a thoughtful gesture, making her ample breasts even more prominent. The pose seemed to emphasize the softness and impressive size of her bosom. Water droplets slowly slid down her ample mounds, making Wisteria's heart flutter.

"Well... that's it then. Please be careful while bathing!" He hurriedly averted his gaze from the other's chest, turning away in a fluster.

"Oh dear... young master is a good boy..." Morrigan smiled faintly as she watched Wisteria's departing figure.

Fifteen minutes later, Wisteria, having returned to her room and taken a shower, arrived at the beach. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the scene before her. As dusk fell, countless stars twinkled from the eastern horizon in a sky as red as flames. Deep purple cumulonimbus clouds seemed to cover the entire sky, chasing the setting sun. The constant sea breeze was invigorating.

But even more captivating than the beautiful scenery were the girls exercising before her.

Aina, Yoru, and Alice were in the ankle-deep water, confidently displaying their swimsuit poses, intently chasing a ball.

Aina wore a simple black bikini that suited her perfectly, Alice wore a sporty two-piece swimsuit, and Yoru wore a daringly cut one-piece swimsuit that covered her petite yet curvaceous figure.

"Hey!" "Hah!" "Mmm!" The ball tumbling among the three... no, it was actually the three healthy and athletic bodies that firmly held Zifang's gaze.

"Aina has blossomed into a captivating young woman, and Tabu's figure is indeed quite impressive," he concluded.

"Aren't you going to compliment that little kitten a bit? Be careful, or I might tell her!" A voice suddenly appeared beside him.

"Um... well, there are advantages to that... some people have that need too... Ah? Miss Morrigan, when did you..." Wisteria was a little embarrassed by being caught lecherously looking at him.

At that moment, both of them heard the sound of footsteps on the sand—someone else was coming.

"Hey, Singold, what happened to your face? Is it sunburned...?" Wisteria asked, seeing Singold's somewhat strange face as he lay on the beach bench.

"Well, judging from the symptoms, it's about right. It's a little hot and painful, but it's nothing serious." His entire face was flushed red. Wisteria thought it was probably because he had sunburned his face while hiding in the bushes in an odd position.

Just as she was thinking this, she heard footsteps on the beach again.

"Miss Aura, this looks heavy. Let me help you." Seeing Aura carrying what looked like a corrugated cardboard box, Wisteria immediately stood up and offered her help. But she declined, saying it was alright, and instead turned to look at Singold.

"Oh, young master, this summer shirt is really nice. It suits you quite well." She tilted her head and said.

"Hahaha... thank you for the compliment. Your apron fits you quite well too." Singold's tone seemed a bit evasive, while he took a big gulp of beer as if to cover it up.

"But such patterns have an unexpected use, like... hiding among flowers and not being easily noticed?" "Pfft!" Singold spat out a mouthful of beer.

"Speaking of which, it seems there are some suspicious people who have broken into this area." "...Suspicious people?" Singold asked knowingly, wiping the beer residue from his mouth.

"But he seems to have escaped because of a strong gust of wind. We have to thank the hot water poured over his head." "Pfft!" Another mouthful of beer was wasted.

"Ha, ha, ha...be careful of suspicious people." Morrigan chuckled knowingly.

It's very likely that Singold went to spy on him after he warned Morrigan. But the wary Morrigan and the others obviously wouldn't let him succeed, and certainly gave him a good whack with boiling water. So the swelling on his face was actually due to a mild burn—indeed, it was very similar to sunburn.

"No, but speaking of which, what's this cardboard box? What are you carrying?" Embarrassed, Singold looked at the cardboard box in Aura's hand and tried to change the subject.

"Ah, it's ingredients. I'm preparing dinner for tonight," Aura replied.

"Weren't you going to have an outdoor barbecue?" Surprised, Singold asked her again, receiving a negative answer.

"Barbecuing is too superficial. You have to put in the effort to cook to truly appreciate the beauty of food.

If you don't understand this, you must be really lonely."As she spoke, Aura chuckled softly, a rare occurrence for her. She seemed more talkative than during the day, wearing an apron and happily preparing food. It was clear she was thoroughly enjoying her vacation, perhaps even a little carefree. Undeniably, she possessed a charm she rarely displayed.

Seeing that the sun had largely lost its intense heat, Aura removed her sun-protective cover-up, revealing a white apron with ruffles—the kind a newlywed wife would wear—that accentuated her tall figure, creating a strikingly sexy visual impact.

Just then, Singold handed Wisteria a beer. He took a sip and involuntarily spat it out, creating a small rainbow in the sunset. This was because he had suddenly seen Aura turn around.

"I say, Miss Aura…" Wisteria wiped her mouth.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Aura tilted her head in surprise. The movement was so cute, like a penguin, that one couldn't help but want to imitate her.

"What's with this outfit?" But the point was: a naked apron—a real naked apron!

"Um…is there something wrong with it?" Aura asked, puzzled, while already spinning around in place.

"Ah, eh? No, nothing…" Only then did Wisteria realize that she was actually dressed properly. It was just that because it was a small, strapless bikini swimsuit, it looked like a naked apron from the front.

"Haha, so that's what happened?" Aura shifted her attention back to preparing the meal, but then Morrigan suddenly leaned in, looked Aura up and down, and immediately understood Zifeng's earlier reaction. She hugged him from behind and laughed, "This kind of stimulation and temptation seems very effective for you, young master, so you're excited, aren't you?" The stimulation was indeed too strong, but not in Aura's eyes, but in the way Morrigan's breasts were rubbing against his back! Zifeng thought to himself.

"Is there anything impolite about your fantasies?" Morrigan asked casually.

"No, no," Zifeng hurriedly denied.

"Really, in this situation, you should just get excited and boldly admit it, otherwise it's the most impolite thing to do to a girl." Morrigan went a step further and started biting her ear.

"Even if you say that..."...

Cuiwei Residence is an inconspicuous two-story building in Xiling City. From the outside, it appears to be just a relatively high-class teahouse, serving exquisite Southwest Mountain tea daily, and often hosting performances by famous opera troupes. However, few know that beneath the building lies a space no smaller than the one above ground, where acts of depravity and horrification, according to the ethics and customs of the Eastern Continent, are performed daily.

Today, as usual, music filled the underground space, and the lighting was dim. The space consisted of several independent rooms, each resembling a large bed, with over twenty men and women scattered throughout. The men ranged in age, while the women were mostly wealthy women over thirty with full figures and elegant appearances. They gathered in twos and threes on the adjacent beds, some conversing, caressing, kissing, or flirting, while others, oblivious to their surroundings, stripped naked and rolled around in the spacious area, making love with abandon.

This is a club for aristocratic women, commonly known as the "Nightingales." It originated somewhere in the western part of the mainland, and in recent years, with the influx of various Western trends, it has sporadically appeared in areas within Yanhuang that have frequent exchanges with the West.

In these "Nightingales," aristocratic women of sexually frustrated age, who often lack sufficient satisfaction, bring their own sexual partners—lovers or sex slaves; in rare cases, husbands come to exchange partners, or even engage in large-scale group sex, seeking alternative and thrilling experiences.

Lin Feng, entering through the entrance, surveyed the lewd scene around him, his lower body involuntarily becoming aroused, his throat burning with excitement. Although this wasn't his first time here, each visit still filled him with immense excitement.

While scanning the voluptuous and wanton bodies of the various elegant women, he couldn't resist pulling his mother aside and trying to undress her.

But Xiang Qingsi clearly didn't share his enthusiasm. Despite having most of her clothes removed before she knew it, revealing her snow-white, voluptuous body, she impatiently pushed her son away the next moment. Without bothering to straighten her clothes, she walked half-naked to a seat with ample space and waved for some fruit wine. Caught off guard

by the sudden push, Lin Feng was stunned and inadvertently bumped into a woman who was leaning over, her buttocks raised, moaning lasciviously. Looking up, he saw that the woman's long hair flowed softly over her chest, and she was completely naked. Her full breasts swayed with the movement of her body, the strands of hair trembling. Her face was half-lowered, flushed with the excitement of intercourse, yet still possessed a captivating beauty.

Behind the woman stood a man who looked to be around forty years old, quite robust, who was gripping her waist with both hands and using his thick, dark penis to "unclog" her slightly darkened anus. The woman's vagina, stimulated by the anal sex, was already overflowing.

"What's wrong, young man? Got a problem?" the woman asked with a smile after lifting her hair to see what was happening. "If you're really feeling the urge, I have two more holes you can use." She tempted him with a lewd voice.

Lin Feng, already aroused, couldn't resist such temptation. He quickly stripped off his clothes, pulled the woman's head between his legs, and made her take his penis into her mouth, greedily enjoying her skillful oral techniques. At the same time, his hands played with the swaying breasts on her chest, surprised to find that the texture was just as wonderful as a young woman's breasts—full and firm.

Xiang Qingsi had already downed a whole glass of fruit wine, her face flushed slightly. She seemed to be in a bad mood today, rejecting all the men who tried to approach her, only allowing a familiar official's wife to serve her lonely honey pot with her tongue.

"Madam, what's wrong with you today?" The woman's oral skills were superb, quickly bringing Xiang Qingsi to a small climax. Even though she gasped, moaned, and even cried out, she still looked troubled and unhappy. The woman looked up cautiously and asked.

"A bit of trouble," she answered vaguely. "I had a bad fight with a man, and now I have to reconcile with him for some reason. It's really a headache." She sighed deeply.

"I thought it was something serious." The woman laughed. "Madam, you're a regular here, yet you haven't realized that the most effective way to maintain a good relationship with a man is like this?" She pointed to the excitedly making love around them.

"You mean..." Looking around, the entire space was filled with an atmosphere of debauchery, with women's moans and men's excited shouts rising and falling. Couples, even groups of men and women, were engaged in the most intense primal acts: men were thrusting and pounding into women, while women cried out excitedly. Xiang Qingsi, watching all this, suddenly understood.

Inadvertently, she glanced at her son again. He was no longer satisfied with oral service; he and the middle-aged man had lifted the beautiful woman up and sandwiched her between them, their hands kneading and fondling her buttocks and breasts, while their two penises thrust in and out of her vagina and anus in a tacit rhythm.

The problem in her heart had been solved, and Xiang Qingsi's suppressed interest and lust were aroused. The 3P drama that Lin Feng had participated in further stimulated her. In her burning lust, she picked up the thick, long crystal glass that had been used to hold fruit wine and directly inserted it into her vagina, pulling it back and forth.

"You brat, come on, come fuck me! I'm way sluttier than that blond foreign dog! Come on! Come on!

" Anticipating what was to come, the conversations of the maids in the palace about how powerful Zifang's penis was, how incredible his stamina was, and how skilled he was, unconsciously surfaced in his mind. He cried out with anticipation, his overflowing juices soon filling half a cup…

At this time, the seaside picnic that Zifang was participating in was coming to an end, but to uphold gentlemanly conduct, he left the banquet early to take the drunken Aura back to her room.

Supporting the semi-conscious Aura on one shoulder, he laboriously opened the door with one hand—Aura was rather tall, which made it a little difficult for Zifang, but fortunately, she wasn't heavy."Ugh...it's so hot...help me take it off..." Aura mumbled sleepily. "Hungry..." Wisteria hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist her wriggling body, so she carefully untied the apron's ties, but that's when trouble started.

The swimsuit hidden under the apron wasn't the small bikini she'd initially thought, but rather a full-length style with minimal coverage, primarily constructed with ties. The main tie was even connected to the apron, so as the apron fell to the ground, Aura, who had been leaning against him, was suddenly completely naked.

Startled, she instinctively recoiled, collapsing onto the soft bed. Quickly suppressing her panic, Zifang began to seriously observe this woman for the first time.

Her elven-like, breathtaking beauty, capable of making one's heart flutter, combined with her peaceful sleeping posture, made her appear angelic. Her naked body offered no cover, and her figure was quite impressive—no, words like that simply don't do it justice.

Although she was tall and slender, her overall appearance was incredibly curvaceous; her hands and feet were long and thin, her face small, with a model-like eight-head-tall figure, and her firm, full breasts were as alluring as apples or peaches; the curves from her waist to her hips were also perfect, her entire body exuding an artistic beauty, and looking directly at her was particularly provocative.

Thinking that she might make a mistake if she continued staring, Zifang quickly turned and left, gently closing the door behind her. But after only a few steps, she heard noises from the next room.

"Hehehehe... Stop being so coy, hurry up and take your clothes off!" Surprisingly, it was a woman's voice that spoke.

"Um... I've heard that Aina, something's not right with you. Even if you're drunk and that's why you're so proactive, the problem is, where do you get all that strength..." A very familiar male voice.

"Bang!" A sound like something or someone being pushed to the floor.

"I...I told you to stop! At least...at least let me be on top! What's with this position the first time?" Yes, this weak male voice must be Singold.

"Stop talking nonsense and behave yourself." Accompanying the suppressive female voice was the sound of something being burned through.

"Wait, wait, wait! You emitted strange light just now, didn't you? From your eyes, right?

It's not just your strength, you have so many strange things about you!" Singold's voice was already tinged with fear.

"Don't underestimate me, the most expensive woman in the Western Continent with a total cost of sixty million! My body is the ultimate product of magical bionic technology; what I just did was just one of many methods that consumed excessive energy. Tch! This belt is such a hassle!" Accompanying Aina's impatient voice was the sound of something being torn.

"Who wants to hear your explanation! Even if I know you had most of your artificial body replaced in an accident, what's with all this overkill equipment? This position could kill someone, right? For my safety, at least use the rear-entry position!" Although the conclusion seemed to be discussing positions, the non-essential information was truly frightening.

"You're so annoying! Do you really want two holes burned in your head?" "C-Calm down, let's talk this out... Drop the weapon, keep your temper in check, before things get worse..." "Why are you talking like a couple going through a rough patch? Just stay still!" This time, there was the sound of tearing fabric and what sounded like kissing.

"Wh-what's wrong... I can't muster any strength..." Singold's voice inexplicably softened, sounding like he was gasping for breath in pain.

"I told you... I'm the most expensive woman in the Western Continent! I possess comprehensive and perfect performance indicators, including various pleasurable functions that make men submit. You can be said to be a flawless sex object, so you should feel extremely honored to be taken by me!" This sentence was accompanied by a sound that was clearly licking his lips.

"No... don't joke around. What if you can't control yourself and shoot that light into your eyes when you orgasm? Who can stand that!" Although the voice was weak, it was clear that he was still making a last-ditch effort.

"You have no room for complaints! Okay, get ready, here's an appetizer for you." After these words, there was the sound of something rubbing at high speed.

"Ugh! Slow down! If your hands are moving so fast... it's about to... ah!" Along with the moan, there was the sound of semen spurting out.

"What a load of nonsense... This feels like the positions are completely reversed." A bit stunned, Wisteria decided to go around to the window to check the situation, only to find that someone had already gotten there first, and that person was actually...

"I say, Miss Morrigan, is spying on your daughter's sex life part of a mother's job?" Wisteria was somewhat amused.

"Of course, caring about whether your daughter's sex life is harmonious is one of a mother's duties." Morrigan answered without batting an eye, "But speaking of which, why did you come out so quickly? A drunk Aura would have allowed you to do all sorts of things, right?" She immediately changed the subject.

"Violating an unconscious woman is clearly a crime, okay?" Wisteria shrugged.

"Oh? So who was that guy who groped my body while we were sleeping together?" Unexpectedly, the other person suddenly acted like a girl, completely out of character for her age.

"Uh... um... I'm so sorry..." Wisteria couldn't resist her whining, and her attitude softened instantly.

"Hehe... A verbal apology isn't enough!" Morrigan said, bringing her face even closer to Zifang, almost touching it.

"Mr...Mrrigan..." The intoxicating fragrance made him unconsciously excited.

"Don't talk, they'll hear you inside..." Morrigan stopped him, then placed her hand on Zifang's shoulder and gently pressed him down onto a chair. At the same time, one hand reached down to his crotch, clearly feeling the aroused part.

"It's hard, young master, how about it? Want me to lick it for you?" Morrigan asked softly in Zifang's ear.

"C-can I?" "Of course not! If it's someone other than you." Morrigan said with her charming smile, then knelt down between Zifang's legs with a beaming smile, pulled down his pants, and reached inside to pull out his penis, which was covered by his underwear.

She stared at the burning hot penis with a seductive and excited gaze, then slowly leaned closer, kneeling on the ground. She gripped the engorged shaft with her long, slender, snow-white fingers and gently rubbed it.

"Oh…" Waves of pleasure surged from her lower abdomen with each skilled rubbing, and Zifang couldn't help but tremble and cry out. Just as he was thoroughly enjoying himself, Morrigan's lips suddenly touched the tip of the penis, and then she began to rub the sensitive glans with her soft lips.

Her head bobbed up and down, and she let out soft moans, her flushed cheeks making her even more radiant. Soon, the hard, hot penis was covered in warm saliva.

"Do you like this service, young master?" she asked Zifang, suddenly pulling her mouth away from his penis."No man would answer 'no'," Wisteria replied with a smile, looking at her lewd expression. "Then let me let you enjoy it even more." Praised, Morrigan laughed heartily, responding as she stretched out her long tongue, gently licking the tip of the penis with her pink tip. Following the lubricating saliva, she first licked the oval glans in circles with her soft tongue. Then she went further, sometimes sucking and licking, sometimes taking the entire penis into her mouth and sucking, sometimes sticking out her tongue to lick the bright red glans.

A few minutes later, when she paused and spat out the penis, its dark, thick shaft was glistening with clear saliva, making even the veins bulging when erect clearly visible.

"Now for the real thing," Morrigan chuckled, then took the entire penis into her throat, even the base, while her hands continuously stroked the testicles, stimulating Zi Teng's senses.

Zi Teng panted, her legs spread wide as she enjoyed Morrigan's sucking, while Morrigan frequently licked the thick shaft with her pink tongue. Perhaps aroused by the licking, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her full breasts nearly spilling out, the visual stimulation causing Zi Teng's entire body to tense even more.

Although unbuttoning her blouse, Morrigan's mouth didn't stop stimulating the penis; instead, her tongue licked even faster. Wisteria, meanwhile, was thoroughly admiring her naked body.

Her skin was as fair and soft as her face, the lines of her skin smooth and even, and her perfect curves, especially her full breasts accentuated by her slender waist, made her even more voluptuous. Watching those beautiful mounds of flesh sway with each sucking motion, Wisteria was overcome with excitement.

This intense physical reaction told Morrigan he was nearing his limit, so he gripped the glans even tighter in his mouth. Then he licked the edge of the glans with his tongue, sealing the tip completely.

Then, unexpectedly, she took the entire penis into her mouth, then spat it out. In again, out again… she continued this back and forth. Each time she sucked deeper, Wisteria could feel the glans pressing against her throat, the intense stimulation making his urge to ejaculate even stronger.

"Ah... um... no! I'm going to cum..." After dozens more intense thrusts, Zifang could no longer bear it and groaned loudly, his entire penis swelling to its limit.

"Please cum on my face!" Morrigan said indistinctly, raising her head and licking his penis.

"Hoo... um!" Suddenly, the penis in Morrigan's mouth twitched, followed by a large amount of scalding liquid. She swallowed a few mouthfuls before spitting it out. Immediately afterwards, a lot of white liquid sprayed intermittently onto her fair face and black hair.

"This is so delicious!" Slowly sticking out her tongue, she licked some around her mouth, Morrigan savoring it as if tasting a delicacy...

It was almost midnight, and Shiori, who had changed into her pajamas, blew out the last light in the room and prepared to go to bed. Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside. "Who is it?" she asked.

"Your Highness, there are guests from the Xiling Prince's Mansion." The servant outside replied.

"From the west?" Shiori paused, "Please ask them to wait a moment, I'll be right back after I change." She instructed.

A few minutes later, Shiori, dressed in formal attire, entered the living room, where a female general in red armor sat.

"Miss Lanhua..." She recognized her at a glance.

"Your Highness, I'm so sorry to disturb your rest, but it seems that no one in the palace except you knows the whereabouts of my second young master." Lanhua stood up and bowed.

"Ah? I can contact him, but what exactly happened?" ...

Wisteria walked back to his lodgings thoughtfully. Morrigan's ventriloquism left him with lingering memories, but the somewhat abnormal reactions of the women made him a little concerned: "Miss Morrigan has always been like this, so it's not a big deal; but Aura and Aina are a bit..." He seemed to be talking to himself.

"Didn't you notice anything wrong with the ale that Tabu sheep brought?" But this was a normal conversation, only that no one could see or hear Garou in his current state.

"Ale? I hadn't really noticed, but when I thought about trying some earlier, I did feel a strange aversion, so I didn't touch it," Wisteria recalled.

"Two of your women are apothecaries from the Southern Barbarians, so you acquired a constitution that's very sensitive to drugs. Although you haven't systematically studied pharmacology and can't figure it out, you'll instinctively reject any problematic drug ingredients," Garo explained in a scholarly tone, producing a pair of glasses from who-knows-where. "By the way, that liquor probably contained a mild aphrodisiac, but it's not a big problem." She added.

"I see." That explains what happened before.

As he thought this, Wisteria arrived at the door. "Ugh... ah, uh... ugh..." Suddenly, he heard moans coming from the other side of the door, and those cute and shy cries were definitely Alice's.

"Ah... um... ahh... no, no... Akira, I came here to do something I didn't want to... why am I getting aroused thinking about that stupid human... but my fingers just won't stop... ugh... ahh..." Listening closely, it was actually a strange, alluring moan, making it easy to imagine what was happening inside.

"What's wrong?" Garo, in his phantom form, asked.

"Nothing, it just doesn't seem convenient to go in right now..." Although he completely didn't understand why that little cat was doing this in his room, Fujito still tried to maintain his gentlemanly image.

Just then, the door suddenly opened. "Ahhhhh! You're back? I... I'm so sorry, Alice..." It was Yoru who opened the door. She looked a little strange; although her voice seemed somewhat panicked, her expression revealed a smile.

"What are you guys doing here?" Fujito asked directly.

"Simply put, she was masturbating." Night Rain shrugged. "Okay, I admit I drugged her to get her to be more honest, but I really didn't expect her reaction to be so strong." She said dismissively, facing Wisteria's suspicious gaze.

Ah, so that's it. All the mysteries are solved. But just as Wisteria was thinking this, Alice noticed his presence.

"Huh? When did you get back? You saw everything, didn't you?" She waved her arms frantically, causing the bell around her neck to ring incessantly.

"Sorry, I'll forget!" Although Wisteria said this, it was clearly impossible. The scene was completely imprinted in his mind: Alice completely naked, passionately playing with her breasts and legs.

"Whoa… I knew I was seen… Haaaaaah…" From Alice's voice, it was clear she was quite shocked; after all, the situation just now was inexplicable. A fever, distinctly different from a cold, instantly enveloped her body; her head was burning and already beyond its capacity. "Ah, ah, wah...

I'm hungry!" Her body went limp. "Don't worry, I'll definitely forget everything, "

Wisteria kindly comforted her."Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! You big idiot! Remember this and take responsibility! " But the other person's reaction was unexpected. "Eh?" Just as Zifang was a little confused, she heard a lewd sound. After Yeyu's fingers traced the gap between Alice's legs, he brought his wet, sticky fingers to her face. "Aaaaaaahhhhh! Xiaoye?" "Hehe, Alice, you're so cute." "No, wait! Xiaoye, what are you trying to do! Ugh, and that stupid human! You're not allowed to look either... Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh... Why are you licking my neck!" Alice's body trembled slightly, and even her ears turned red. She couldn't help but shrink back.

"Iris is so cute." "Aww... Aww..." "Since this is a rare opportunity, I'll eat this cute little kitten! ...That's what the new guy just said to me at the door." "Eh? No, no, no, don't joke around!" "Hehe, you don't get to decide that.

You'd better remember its shape later... Use here." "Ah? Wait! Yoru, where are you touching... Ah!" Amid Alice's screams, Yoru's fingers had already spread open the flesh between her legs, teasing the tender opening inside.

"Ah... umm... no... Xiaoye's fingers are rubbing... umm..." "You're all wet... Alice is such a lecherous cat..." "I didn't... it's your fault..." "Since you're all wet, how about letting him touch you? It should make you even wetter, right?" "No...

that's too embarrassing..." Alice turned her head and said with a sob in her voice, her gaze meeting Zifang's. Her face immediately turned so red that her expression was almost unreadable.

"What's there to be shy about? Didn't you tell me before that the women of the Briviev family are true to their word, and that whoever can defeat you is your man?" Yeyu deliberately raised her voice.

"I never said that! Do you think I would admit it?" Alice shook her head desperately.

"Even if you don't say it, your body is very honest, otherwise you wouldn't be masturbating here." "No! You gave me that weird wine!" "Don't struggle, little kitty, you know what's going to happen tonight, right? It won't feel good if you don't get really wet. So, hurry up and ask him to help you.

" "Um, um." Under Ye Yu's persuasion, Alice finally nodded. Understanding what her best friend meant, her body trembled with anticipation and unease.

"Um... please, please touch me... okay?" Alice lowered her head, her triangular ears drooping uneasily.

"Then..." At her request, Zi Teng's hand deftly slipped under her armpit. However, instead of going straight to her legs, it grabbed her slightly protruding breasts, contrary to her expectations.

"Huh? Uh, no, not there... oh!" Alice suddenly cried out.

"So, didn't I tell you to be clear?" Ye Yu laughed.

"Ugh! But it's so embarrassing, I can't say it..." "I just can't do anything with you. Fine, if you don't say it, he'll just have to keep rubbing your breasts." "How could you do this? You're all so mean!" "Okay, okay, how about I lick them for you instead?" Seeing Alice sobbing, Night Rain couldn't help but sigh.

"Eh, lick...huh? Ahhhhhh!" As soon as she finished speaking, her head burrowed between Alice's legs, and before Alice could pull away, the room was filled with the gurgling, lewd sounds of water.

"No... Little Night! No, don't lick it..." "Chirp... You say that... but honey keeps oozing out..." "No, no! Don't say that..." "Really, if you really don't want to, then ask Shin-nii again?" "Eh... but..." "Come on, quickly say please touch my pussy." "Little... Little Night, this is too explicit, how, how can I say it!" "Why can't you say it? Isn't it simple? Pussy, pussy... Come on, say it after me.

" Night Rain said it without any shame.

Seeing that she could do this, Alice, as her best friend, felt that she had to show some courage. "...Okay, okay... I... Waaah, I still can't say it!" But she really couldn't do it.

"You're really willful, Alice." "It's not my fault..." "Hehe... So cute... Oh..." Night Rain's laughter soon turned into a soft moan. It turned out that Wisteria's hand had slid across her side, past her thigh, and touched her lower abdomen.

"Mmm! Such skillful fingers... mmm, mmm! So comfortable..." Night Rain moaned.

"Little Night! Don't make those sounds, I'll catch it..." Alice turned away shyly. "Because... it feels so good... ah... ah, harder, harder... And, don't underestimate me, I'm not like you, I'm not some shy little girl, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm already a mother of a one-year-old." Night Rain, who was enjoying herself, suddenly exclaimed.

"I said... how old are you anyway?" This question startled Wisteria.

"Fifteen? Is there a problem?" Seeing the disbelieving look on Wisteria's face, she continued to explain, "That's a dwarf tradition. The tribe believes that girls aged fourteen are most likely to give birth to children who will become strong warriors, so every year they organize all fourteen-year-old girls to conceive. It's a big event, but to be honest, I don't remember exactly who I did it with that day or how many times. Anyway, I got pregnant not long after.

" Although she spoke lightly, judging from Night Rain's expression, it wasn't a happy memory.

"Is that so? It seems you might need to fill in some happy memories related to relationships." Wisteria said this and then buried her face between Night Rain's legs, licking and teasing her, while her long arms kneaded her breasts from behind.

"Mmm! You, you... mmm! No, stop... ahh!" Night Rain cried out from the sudden attack, even stopping her teasing of Alice. "Hehe... Little Night Rain, you look like you're enjoying it..." Alice, who had been bullied before, finally found an opportunity to retaliate.

"I...I'm used to attacking, not being attacked...Ugh, whoa!" Night Rain's body trembled violently. Her chin was raised high, as if she was suppressing the pleasure that kept assaulting her.

"Mmm...Ah, ah, ahhhhhh! Mmm, ahhhhhh!" *Splash*, clear liquid sprayed onto Wisteria's face.

"Mmm, ah, ah, ah, huff ahhhhh! Haaaaaaahhhhh..." The overflowing liquid not only sprayed all over Wisteria's face, but also left large water stains on the sheets. Night Rain's body slumped forward limply, completely collapsing onto Alice's legs.

"Little Night...is this what they call an orgasm?" Alice looked at her tremblingly.

"...Hmm, I, the mighty Night Rain, the hereditary Griffin Lord of Eagle's Nest Mountain, actually got so excited I couldn't help but pee!" A tear rolled down her cheek as she spoke, and she turned to glare at Wisteria. "How are you going to take responsibility, you bastard?" "Then I'll take responsibility and make sure you're satisfied to the fullest." Wisteria laughed. "No, no need! I, I've already had enough!"Night Rain weakly refused.

"No, no, didn't you say you'd make an appetizer so I could eat my fill?" Wisteria, however, had no intention of letting her go. "N-no way!" Night Rain fearfully let go of Alice and tried to escape, but her feet were grabbed first.

"Hey, hey, where do you think you're going, delicious Tabu lamb chops?" "Why are you calling me Tabu lamb too?

Who's the chops then?!" Unable to escape, Night Rain was forcefully pulled back to the wet bed by Alice. When she looked up, she saw Wisteria, who was already naked and waiting for her.

"Ah, uh..." Seeing the huge penis standing in front of her, Night Rain's thoughts were interrupted.

"Alright, come over here!" Alice turned Night Rain around and pushed her between Wisteria's legs, then made her, still in a state of shock, stick her buttocks up against the penis. The moment her wet crotch touched the hot glans, Night Rain jumped up as if she had been electrocuted.

"Wait, wait a minute, Alice! What are you doing?!" "Honestly, you know perfectly well what you're doing!" She put her hand on Ye Yu's shoulder and pushed him away forcefully.

"No, no, no, don't joke around. His size is completely different from the guys in my clan. He'll die! He'll definitely die if it goes in!" Ye Yu finally realized he had to start struggling, but it was too late. Zi Teng's penis touched his most sensitive spot.

"Wow! The scorching hot South Country, it's touched me, it's touched me!" "Of course it's touched you." Alice, answering in place of Wisteria, continued to press against her shoulder to prevent Night Rain from escaping. Soon, sticky, squelching sounds began to be heard, and Night Rain felt something much thicker than a finger touching her tender honeypot.

Then, as her honeypot was forcibly opened, the scalding hot glans invaded inside.

"Waaaaah! Wait, wait a minute, this, this is really... Ugh! No, this is too stimulating... I can't go any further! Let me go! Alice, let me go!" The penis had only gone in a little over halfway before it reached the very tip of her vagina. "No, you teased me like that before. Even though I'll definitely lose my virginity tonight, I'll drag you down with me first!" "Ugh! You're really angry!" Alice seemed satisfied after hearing Ye Yu's lament. She craned her neck and looked curiously at the part where the two were joined together. The veins on the back half of the penis, which wasn't fully inside, were bulging from the excitement of penetration.

"Oh no... don't go any further, it's going into my uterus, it's going to break!" Although her cries were tinged with a hint of crying, Ye Yu's body showed no resistance. Zi Teng's penis continued its relentless advance, and when it was fully inside, the glans, which had already penetrated the clitoris, was almost touching the uterine wall. Zi Teng slowly began to thrust his penis in and out, leaving the uterus, rubbing against the vaginal walls, rubbing in the opposite direction, hitting the clitoris, and rushing into the uterus... This process repeated itself endlessly, and the novel experience made him increasingly excited.

"Ah... don't move so much, this size... it's full, it feels so good, but... it's going into my uterus again, this feeling is too good, but it's going to break, it really is going to break..." The excessively intense movements caused Ye Yu's body to convulse, her eyes gradually rolling back, and she even couldn't help but drool.

"No...it feels so good...but...even though it feels so good...but...it'll break, my uterus will break, I won't be able to have any more babies..." After dozens more rounds of thrusting, Ye Yu's voice was already broken and intermittent, and his tearful pleas made Alice uneasy.

"Hey, stop, stop now!" She desperately tried to stop Zi Teng from continuing. Zi Teng didn't answer, just smiled, and then carefully pulled out his penis.

"But don't think I'm letting you off the hook," Alice said, still looking angry, seeing that Ye Yu seemed to be alright. "In that case, it seems like you can talk with your mouth too." As Alice spoke, she pushed Zi Teng down on the bed, helped the limp Ye Yu sit on his face, and Zi Teng, who was taken aback by this treatment, quickly reacted and carefully licked his slightly dilated honey hole with his tongue.

"So... next... it's my turn..." Looking at Wisteria's still hard and hot penis, Alice hesitated, but her body, already fully aroused due to the drugs and previous events, craved it. So, as if making a decision, she closed her eyes, then straddled Wisteria's waist, aligning the tip of the erect penis with her honey hole, carefully adjusting the angle. Now, all she had to do was sit down, and the two of them would be able to unite smoothly.

"Ah, ahh! Alice, you actually..." Night Rain was somewhat surprised.

"Of course! A woman from the Briviev family keeps her word!... Hmm! Ah, hmm... ah!" Amidst the gurgling sounds, Alice, her vulva stretched open, slowly sat down. Her expression was instantly filled with pleasure and pain.

"Alice... are you alright?" That painful expression and the blood flowing from her vulva seemed to evoke unpleasant memories for Night Rain, making her almost want to turn her gaze away.

"Far, far more than I imagined... um... haaaaah..." However, as Yeyu saw Alice's cheeks gradually flush red, a vague feeling of jealousy imprisoned her.

On the other hand, she also found that she was still happy for her best friend's happiness. In fact, she not only didn't reject Zifang, but also liked Alice very much. Seeing the two of them happy made her happy too. At this moment, Yeyu finally realized this.

"If, if anyone asks me about my first experience in the future, I can justifiably say that I gave it to a man stronger than me." Alice said happily in a trembling voice, her expression looking painful, but the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Hehe, don't forget about your guide." Although she was a little angry about Alice's previous behavior, seeing her rare smile, Yeyu couldn't help but smile back.

"It's no use being wise after the event now. What kind of guide are you? You're a useless guy who cried for help after being penetrated a few times." "What did you say... Ugh! You wretched former virgin!" "Don't talk like you weren't a virgin fourteen years ago... Ugh!" To soothe the two girls arguing on his body, Fujito vigorously twisted his waist and moved his tongue. Under his onslaught, their bodies trembled almost simultaneously, and they subconsciously held each other's hands for support.

"...Okay, we shouldn't be arguing at a time like this." "Sorry, newbie." Since Fujito's mouth was blocked by Yoru's honey hole, he couldn't participate in the conversation, so the two girls judged that his previous behavior was his way of protesting.

Fujito continued to use actions instead of answers, further speeding up his waist and tongue movements. The two girls let out cute screams again and gripped each other's hands even tighter.

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