[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 28-30

Chapter Ten: Garo Holy crap

, I almost thought I was writing a horror novel…

As dawn approached, in the living room of the same two-story suite, Wisteria, Marlan, Jinguji Yui, and Rakuyuki stood before a map. Jinguji Yui pointed to the map and said, “This is the Hidden Dragon Altar. The abandoned coordinate rune stone should be in this location. We can reach it through the old mine tunnels in the nearby mountains.”

Her slender finger traced the route as she spoke.

Wisteria looked at it silently, then looked up. “Hmm… it’s about time we left.”

He said thoughtfully.

“When do we leave? I’ll go assemble the guards,”

Rakuyuki asked.

“No need. We’ll leave now, and it’ll only be the four of us. I have other arrangements for the guards.” "

Wisteria shook her head and smiled.

Before long, the sun was visible on the horizon, and the sound of orderly footsteps filled the county government office. Squads of guards quickly ran to their respective posts, while the guards who had been on night duty extinguished their lanterns. The two groups swiftly changed shifts, creating an atmosphere of heavy security and impending danger.

At the same time, a covered vegetable delivery cart slowly drove into the back gate of the county government office, and soon after, it slowly drove out again, seemingly inconspicuous. Inside the cart, Wisteria was dressed in dark merchant attire, with a smug-looking Marlan close beside her. A somewhat awkward Jinguji Yui and a disgruntled Luo Xue sat opposite them.

"It's so nice…it reminds me of when we went on the boat together." Marlan wore

a blissful expression.

A single sentence triggered a flood of memories for Zifang: it was also early morning, just before sunrise, and Marlan had been pressed against him in the same way, except this time they were both naked. The morning light filtering through the porthole curtains illuminated her fair skin, so beautiful it was almost blinding; her shapely breasts, reminiscent of works of art, their tips tinged with a cherry blossom pink; her slender waist and soft thighs intertwined with his own.

He remembered that scene vividly, but the four pairs of eyes opposite him were unsettling, so he didn't dare say anything, only offering a slightly embarrassed smile.

Seeing his evasive expression, Marlan became even more enthusiastic, playfully hugging Zifang's arm and pressing her smooth, moist lips against his neck. "What's there to be shy about? I'm a girl, I don't care,"

she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Hey! Are you two the legendary silly couple? Don't flaunt your love here!" "

Finally, Luo Xue couldn't take it anymore.

"I...I...I also think that you, sir, are a little..."

Jinguji Yui, standing to the side, also lowered her head somewhat flustered, her face seemingly flushed.

"What's going on?"

Noticing her unusual behavior, Luo Xue suddenly exclaimed in shock, "This is too abnormal! Senior sister, you've always been so nonchalant about matters between men and women, you've never shown any shyness in front of men...If those gossipy sisters saw this, it would probably cause a sensation, wouldn't it?"

She stared intently at Jinguji Yui, her expression incredulous.

Jinguji Yui's face turned even redder, and she hesitated for a while before saying, "Well...well, Xiao Xue, after all, sir, he is our future master, so of course he'll care a little..." She

deliberately avoided everyone's gaze as she spoke.

"Speaking of which, you've been acting a little strange since last night, senior sister. When you went to see him, you were changing clothes and dawdling around. I say, sir, is it related to you? You must have done something to senior sister, right?" "

Further connecting this to what happened that night, Luo Xue looked suspicious.

"This, well..."

Zi Teng continued to stammer, unaware that she was inadvertently giving herself away.

"Hehe..."

Marlan gave her a knowing look.

"Pervert...pervert!"

Luo Xue was inexplicably furious.

"Aunt...Young Master..."

Jinguji Yui was too embarrassed to speak. In this awkward atmosphere, the carriage approached its destination...

The early morning in the mountains was eerily quiet, so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat. Just as the sun climbed over the mountaintop, several figures appeared in the ravine near Qianlongtan. It was Zi Teng and her group of four, who had abandoned the carriage and were walking.

Jinguji Yui pointed to the cave behind the fence not far ahead and said, "Aunt...Young Master...the entrance is over there."

She was still a little embarrassed to speak to Zi Teng. Looking

at the dark cave entrance, Zi Teng frowned. Luo Xue understood and took out a tinderbox, but before she could light it, Marlan drew her twin swords from her back, instantly illuminating the surroundings. Zi Teng waved her hand, and the four of them stepped through the enclosure and into the cave.

They walked slowly forward, keeping their heads down. A few wooden stakes stood scattered in the cave, while most lay scattered on the ground. The cave was deep, and the stone walls on both sides showed signs of human carving. Zi Teng seemed to have thought of something, suddenly stopping and standing beside the stone wall, looking at it carefully with some confusion, even reaching out to touch it.

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Luo Xue asked, puzzled.

"No, nothing, let's keep going." He

seemed unsure and simply shook his head.

The four continued walking forward. Not far away, there was a tall pile of stones, its top almost touching the cave ceiling. Scattered among them were a few stones with a strange luster that stood out. Wisteria stopped beside the pile of stones, bent down, and picked up a peculiar stone. "Could this be a natural raw magic crystal?"

he asked Marlan, handing it to her.

"Although judging from its color, it's probably a low-grade stone that was rejected during the selection process and is difficult to refine, there's no doubt that it's a raw stone,"

Marlan examined it carefully and then answered with certainty. "And it doesn't seem to have any valuable associated minerals. This place was probably a simple magic crystal mine before,"

she judged.

"I always thought there were no magic crystal mines in the Eastern Continent,"

Wisteria said, somewhat puzzled.

"That's just what some scholars assume. In reality, it's just that they can't find them. Magic crystal veins are generally located deep underground or in areas in the mountains that are difficult to find. If it weren't for the divine records of their distribution in the temple, it would be very difficult for us to develop them." "But speaking of which, the temple's secret files mention providing technical data to support Fiari Heavy Industries in their cooperation with the local government to develop magic crystal mines in this area. Could this be one of them?"

Marlan turned to look at Jinguji Yui.

"Yes, mining started here more than ten years ago, but it was abandoned due to unstable foundations and frequent accidents."

Jinguji Yui thought for a moment and nodded. After all, one of the two "outsiders" in front of her knew the truth, and the other was her future son-in-law, so there was no need to hide such a thing. "

I see. Was that abandoned teleportation point used to transport magic crystals?"

Fujito thought to herself.

The four of them walked through the mine tunnels, and soon they could see the exit. The moment they stepped out of the exit, it was as if they had entered another place.

Although it had been repaired, the brick road had become old and worn. Dense vegetation lined both sides of the road, and a few houses could be seen in the distance. What lay before them wasn't the wooded area in the valley they had imagined, but rather a patch of land with a few scattered houses.

"This…when did this become a village?"

Jinguji Yui couldn't believe her eyes.

"Could they be refugees fleeing from the north?"

Luo Xue guessed.

"This is…no, how could there be such great power? But…"

Marlan seemed to suddenly realize something. Halfway through her sentence, her expression suddenly turned serious, and she began silently muttering in a language incomprehensible to everyone.

"What's wrong?"

Zifang looked at her worriedly, but Marlan didn't reply at all, seemingly completely focused on the strange language. Puzzled, Zifang glanced over and froze—Luo Xue and Jinguji Yui, who should have been beside her, were nowhere to be seen.

"Be careful, it's a phantom demon!"

Finally regaining her senses, Marlan gasped for breath, her hand on her chest, staring sharply ahead.

"What is that?"

Wisteria asked.

"It's hard to explain in a short time, but the real thing should be nearby. Although I don't know why you were able to enter this illusory space while awake, it's up to you now to find it and kill it!"

Marlan was clearly struggling to speak. "I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time maintaining my own consciousness right now, so I can't act with you. Anyway, remember, everything you see and feel is not real, but any damage you suffer will directly affect your nervous system. Be very careful."

After saying this, she knelt down in pain.

"Then take care of yourself!"

Wisteria gritted her teeth and took a step forward. The next instant, the scene before her changed. She looked around and found that even Marlan was gone, and the mine entrance had disappeared without a trace. All that remained was the road leading to the 'village,' and a chilling feeling rose in her heart.

"What I see... is all fake!"

He silently repeated this to himself as he continued forward. Gradually, the tension in his heart subsided, because the scene before him was so ordinary that his previously taut nerves seemed to have gone numb.

A small village nestled deep in the mountains. Each house was far apart, and the road was paved with small gravel. Because of its location in a mountain valley, the rising sun didn't seem to shine very brightly, making the entire background somewhat dim.

Nearby were not only fields, but also many unused, overgrown open spaces. This seemingly peaceful rural place—that was where he was now. Everything was so real that it was impossible to believe this was some kind of illusion or dream.

After walking for a while, Zi Teng arrived at a two-story building with a spacious courtyard. The sky had darkened further, and clouds had unknowingly appeared. Just looking at the gloomy sky was enough to make one feel down. Soon, raindrops began to fall; the rain felt cold and real against his skin. Was this really just an illusion? He wavered.

He stepped forward and tentatively knocked on the door. It was ajar and opened easily. He cautiously entered the room, which seemed to have been abandoned for a long time; it was pitch black all around.

"Shhhhh!"

A sudden rustling sound came from beside his feet. At the same time, the door closed by itself, followed by the sound of it being locked from the outside. Accompanied by this series of sounds, a long-forgotten feeling resurfaced—a fear he had forgotten for countless years.

"Are you kidding me? I was so calm just now..."

So even now, he could still be afraid? To shake off this uncomfortable realization, Zifang muttered some self-deprecating remarks. He knew perfectly well that things weren't different from before. In fact, this place had never been peaceful to begin with; Marlan had warned him long ago. It was just that everything that had just happened had numbed his senses—no, perhaps it should be said that he had chosen to relax excessively to suppress the uncomfortable and frustrated feeling caused by the sudden return of fear.

"Alright, stop scaring yourself."

In front of the entrance was a corridor, and strangely, there was only one door at the end. Although he couldn't determine the source of the earlier noise, it seemed that this was the only possible route.

Accompanied by intermittent, piercing noises, Zi Teng, having reached the end, opened the equally illusory door and passed through, finding herself directly outside. Shortly after stepping outside, she saw a pool of blood scattered on the ground.

"This is..."

Following the trail of blood, his heart skipped a beat. On the ground lay a corpse—a petite body with short green hair, but its face was unrecognizable, no, almost unrecognizable as human. It looked as if it had been brutally beaten, reduced to an unrecognizable mass of flesh. Not far from the corpse lay a sword, its blade twisted in human form.

Even though he was used to seeing corpses on the battlefield, his stomach churned, a violent urge to vomit accompanied by waves of bewildered heartache. "Could it be... Luo Xue?"

A surge of intense guilt and defeat washed over him.

But his thoughts were quickly interrupted by heavy footsteps, accompanied by the screeching sound of something heavy, metallic being dragged. A tall, indistinct figure emerged from the thick fog, but as it drew closer, he realized it wasn't human at all.

It was anything but human; the creature was almost twice the height of a man, as strong as a bear, with no eyes, nose, or mouth—just a bald face. Its body writhed grotesquely, like a drunken man performing a bizarre dance. One hand was behind its back, dragging a massive, long-handled iron hammer. The sound of it scraping the ground and the long trail of blood it left behind were horrifying.

Zifang felt himself trembling, not from simple fear, but from a complex mix of anger and rage. Undoubtedly, the carcass on the ground, resembling a snow-covered paste, was the monster's handiwork. He instinctively stared wide-eyed at the massive, staggering body, his heart almost numb with burning fury.

An ordinary person seeing such a monster would run immediately; in fact, a simple turn would allow him to escape back to the other side of the door… But Zifang wouldn't do that. A seemingly instinctive impulse drove him, making him unable to allow this writhing monster to continue living—it was his rage.

He charged at the monster, who seemed to have noticed him. The massive iron hammer swung down, but Zifang swiftly dodged, deftly sidestepping. The monster, having missed its first strike, pulled the hammer back to its chest, intending to swing it horizontally. Wisteria leaped forward, grabbing the middle of the hammer handle with both hands. Like a gymnast, she swung forward using the handle as a fulcrum, kicking the monster heavily in the chest. The monster collapsed to the ground with a thud, its massive body causing the ground to slightly sink. The hammer slipped from her grasp.

"Die!"

Wisteria swung the hammer, larger than herself, with all her might, smashing it down on the monster's head. From its mouthless face, a chilling scream seemed to emanate from somewhere. Wisteria struck several more times frantically, finally stopping, panting heavily. The monster lay motionless on the ground.

"Dead?"

He dropped the hammer and cautiously approached, kicking the monster. Its body was covered in slime like a slug—its head was smashed, brains splattered everywhere; it was clearly dead.

"What is this thing…"

Zifeng pondered, but had no clue. Could it be a biological weapon like a demonic beast…? He finally shook his head helplessly, ceasing his pointless imaginings, but then inadvertently saw the mangled corpse again.

"No…it's an illusion, everything here is a hallucination created by the illusion demons…"

Forcing himself to look away, Zifeng kept repeating to himself, "They're still alive!"

Looking up, he saw a narrow, seemingly endless path formed by buildings.

Following the winding path, heavy mountain fog descended from above, sealing off everything in front and behind, leaving only a narrow strip of land visible. Wisteria felt an invisible oppression, which reminded him of a childhood experience trying to crawl into a tree hole to find rabbits. He'd managed to get in, but got stuck, and only the arrival of guards pulled him out. While it didn't leave him with claustrophobia, he still felt a strong aversion to confined spaces. If it weren't for the thought of the missing Snowfall, Jinguji Yui, and Marlan still struggling, he probably would have instinctively retreated. That

's the kind of person he was; he could always muster the necessary courage for the sake of those he loved. But in this situation, who knew if he was courting death?

Bloodstains reappeared on the road, the scattered drops stretching forward. The walls of the buildings on either side had become fences, covered in blood. It looked like a massacre had just occurred, only the bodies weren't visible.

"!"

Wisteria suddenly gasped, stopping abruptly, frozen in place. A dead end lay before him. A blood-soaked corpse lay in the middle of the road, a large hole in its abdomen, blood and scattered, mangled internal organs everywhere.

Suppressing his unease, Zifang approached the body to examine it. Judging from its height and build, it was a mature woman, quite attractive in figure. Although there was a large hole in her abdomen, the overall structure of the body was remarkably intact, only missing half an arm. Half-length, cherry-blossom pink hair hung down, completely obscuring her face. A broken spear lay beside the corpse.

"That hair..."

The familiar hair color and the vaguely familiar, graceful figure threw Zifang into a panic. "It's an illusion, not her..."

He forced himself to calm down.

Just as Zifang had finally calmed himself and was about to retreat, a strange scream vibrated in his ears. It was a voice so real it sent chills down his spine, even more terrifying than the howl of a ferocious beast bristling in a territorial dispute. The voice seemed almost right next to his ear; soon, he could almost smell the stench unique to bloodthirsty predators.

The sound grew closer, and the fog thinned, revealing the beast's form more clearly. It was roughly the size of a lion, but the thing before him was clearly not a lion, perhaps not even a living creature. Its fur was either rotting or falling off, and its skin was peeling away in patches.

The monster's lips were crooked and rotten, revealing bloodstained teeth. It began to growl, a low growl filled with murderous intent, and through the fog, the air was thick with the stench of decay and death. Zifang's nose caught a strong smell of blood and putridity. A human arm, half-eaten and stripped of its flesh, rolled towards him.

"What is this?!"

He recoiled in shock, his mind reeling.

Perhaps sensing the creature's hesitation, the monster leaped and pounced. Zifeng barely had time to react; in his instinctive dodge, his hand was nearly bitten. The blood-stained fangs almost pierced the flesh of his sleeve, but thankfully he pulled his arm back in time, only his sleeve remaining. He kicked the monster hard, and it let out a cry of pain, releasing its grip on his sleeve.

Slightly recovering from his initial panic, Zifeng bent down, picked up the broken spear from the ground, and hurled it. The spear pierced the monster's body, and it lay motionless on the ground, black blood oozing from the wound.

Zifeng stood in the garden, trying to calm himself. He gasped for air; the excessive tension and force left his body stiff as stone. Was it all just an illusion? He began to doubt. The corpse and the spear felt so familiar, while the monster brought such real fear. If it wasn't a hallucination, if it was real, those two corpses… He dared not think any further.

The fog thickened once more, the heavy steam carrying an unpleasant stench and a pungent smell of blood.

"I can't stop here!"

Fujito shouted to himself, focusing his attention again, only to find that a door had appeared in the wall that had previously blocked his path. From inside came the sounds of heavy objects being smashed and being torn apart and swallowed. This eerie chorus gradually eroded the unease in his heart, and like the drumbeats, fueled a feeling of being mocked and enraged.

"What is it this time? I've had enough!"

Anger finally overwhelmed his unease, and Fujito strode forward and flung open the door. "Stop playing tricks!"

he cursed, but immediately froze in shock and terror.

Inside was a rather large room. On one side of the floor lay the body of Jinguji Yui, blood pooling beneath her, her contorted face and wide-open, terrified eyes seemingly still protesting the agony of death. A gaping hole had been ripped open in the corpse's stomach, and the lion-like monster was greedily chewing on its intestines...

In the other half of the room, the scholar-like monster was wielding a hammer, smashing Luo Xue's petite corpse. Although the lower half of her body was a bloody mess, the upper half seemed to retain the posture of her final struggle, with bloodshot eyes, a wide-open mouth, and arms in a desperate crawling position...

If what was seen outside was merely a static scene and somewhat unreal, what was before her eyes was like a replay of their deaths. Blood... shock... cruelty—the scene left Zi Teng with almost no energy to judge reality. Overwhelmed by grief and helplessness, he staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground.

After grief came rage. Without hesitation, without even uttering a sound, he pounced like a wild beast, grabbing the lion-like monster by the neck and forcefully twisting its head off.

As he turned to the other side, the giant seemed to react, but in the blink of an eye, Zifang charged like a cannonball, slamming him to the ground and stomping on his chest, relentlessly punching his faceless man. One punch, two punches, three punches… after dozens of blows, the giant's head was a bloody mess. Getting

up, Zifang stared blankly at his blood-red hands, a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

"It's…it's an illusion…it's all an illusion…"

he kept telling himself, but the initial confidence and composure were gone; his voice now sounded like the desperate wail of a dying man.

Silently raising his head, he saw another door before him, perhaps more doors within, perhaps… "Hopefully this is the last one…"

he murmured, hesitantly pushing open the door.

He walked around a sword stuck in the doorway and looked up at the scene inside, and was stunned once again. If the previous series of scenes only made him feel uneasy, fearful and angry, the scene inside this door made him feel nothing but madness!

In the middle of the room, a tall, beautiful woman was surrounded by seven or eight men. Because their view was blocked, he could only make out that the woman had long, dark blue hair. The

men, their eyes burning with lust, pounced on her. With the woman's screams, her tight black clothes instantly tore into shreds in the air. Two men grabbed her legs and pulled her down from the air; one half-squatted and inserted his penis into her vagina, while the other lay beneath her and inserted his penis into her anus.

"Ah! No! Oh..."

The intense, tearing sensation from the insertion of penises into her vagina and anus assaulted her sensitive nerves. The pain, mixed with shame, made her cry out in agony. A man standing in front of her immediately pulled her head back and shoved his penis into her mouth, while another quickly straddled her breasts, grasping them and using her full, round breasts to clamp his penis between them, performing a vibrating act.

The remaining men, not to be outdone, two grabbed the woman's hands, each holding a penis, and forced her to masturbate. The last man grabbed the woman's feet, clamping his own penis between them and masturbating as well.

The seven men frantically vented their lust on the woman's struggling, writhing body, each panting like a wild beast. Hot semen gushed out in waves, relentlessly, as if determined to expel everything from her body. Soon, the woman's body was almost entirely covered in semen.

Her mouth, uterus, and anus were continuously filled with semen. The woman's eyes widened in terror as she writhed in agony. In that instant, Zifeng suddenly glimpsed through the gaps in the crowd those beautiful, sapphire-blue eyes, glistening with tears—so familiar—it was Marlan!

"Stop!"

Zifeng's voice roared like a mad beast. He grabbed the sword from the ground and pounced, stabbing, slashing, and pulling, each move drawing blood and killing instantly. In just a few seconds, the seven men lay dead on the ground.

"Ugh...cough...Zi..."

Marlan's sobs were mixed with painful retching as she helplessly threw herself into Zifang's arms. Zifang, completely oblivious to the fact that she was covered in semen, held her trembling body tightly.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

He couldn't think of anything else anymore, whether it was a hallucination or something else, he just wanted to hold this woman tightly, completely unaware that the fingertips of Marlan's hand, which was behind his back, were flashing with golden light.

"Bang!"

A sound like a water-filled bag bursting rang out, and a spray of blood erupted from Zifang's back near his heart. His body convulsed violently before collapsing, his last remaining eyes staring in disbelief at the person before him. "You..." His

final words were cut short.

“I’m sorry…”

Marlan uttered three words softly, and then her body began to change with the surrounding environment. When the surroundings changed from a gloomy indoor space to a mountain clearing, she revealed her true form—Bu Feiyan. However, she looked strange at this moment, as if she had exhausted a lot of energy and was somewhat exhausted. Moreover, one of her eyes had turned an eerie golden yellow.

“Given his troublesome constitution according to the intelligence, it’s probably better to dispose of the body cleanly and thoroughly.”

Looking at the corpse in front of her, she hesitated for a long time. In the past, she had used the illusion created by the illusionary demon sealed within her body many times during missions, but no one had ever been able to withstand it for so long. Most of them went mad or lost consciousness after a short time. And this man, he never chose to give up or run away until the very end. Recalling his every move in the illusion, she felt a strange sense of emotion and regret.

“Ugh…”

A sharp pain came from her golden left eye, and then her whole body was filled with a burning sensation. Gradually, even her consciousness began to blur.

The discomfort was more intense than ever before. Was it due to overuse? Bu Feiyan had no mind to care about the corpse anymore. Supporting her swaying, seemingly burning body, she moved towards the pool in the center of the forest. Just as she was about to reach her target, a bird landed in front of her.

Actually, its movements seemed more like a bat than a bird, and neither its sound nor its appearance resembled a normal bird. However, Bu Feiyan immediately recognized it as an owl-eagle, a small magical beast capable of self-space teleportation, specially imported from the West by the Nine Phoenix Tower for emergency message transmission.

Taking down the delivered information, Bu Feiyan already had a bad feeling as she opened it. When she saw the contents, it was like a bolt from the blue—it was Xiahou Qin's urgent letter. She had been tricked and used! The immense shock and sense of defeat almost overwhelmed her instantly, and in a daze, even her consciousness was swallowed up by something.

After consciousness came her body. A hole appeared in her shoulder, as if it had been bitten through. Then, irregular holes of varying sizes appeared in her limbs, chest, back, side, left eye, and forehead, each time emitting a hissing sound as gas was expelled. Gradually, she became riddled with holes.

After the holes finally eroded her entire body, there was the calm before the storm, followed by an explosion.

An unusual black light obscured her vision, all sounds were drowned out by the explosion, and the shockwave that swept through the forest was cold and sinister.

"What...what was that?"

Marlan, Jinguji Yui, and Rakuyuki, awakened by the explosion, quickly gathered around. They had just witnessed the enormous monster that appeared at the center of the explosion.

A monster crawling on the ground—it was hard to call it a monster, because it didn't exude any warmth or heartbeat that could be called a living being. It was almost entirely composed of gas, a dense black gas in the shape of a monster.

Countless tentacles danced across the jellyfish-like body, its cone-shaped limbs digging into the ground to support it, causing patches of black to burst forth as if the limbs were corroding it. With heavy breathing, a sinister aura filled the air—it was a demonic beast that shouldn't have a physical form—a Phantom Demon!

"Was it... was it backfired on? That user... but even if it was backfire, how could a mere Phantom Demon possess such power?"

Marlan's eyes widened in disbelief, but there was no time to ponder the conclusion. The Phantom Demon's body twisted slightly, hundreds of tentacles extending from its back to attack them.

"Is anyone nearby..."

Despite her near-death darkness, Wisteria could clearly sense someone nearby. With considerable effort, she opened her eyes, and golden hair and snow-white skin shone with a cold, alluring light.

"Heh... so you've finally come back to life?"

The owner of the hair and skin looked down at Wisteria with the eyes of a conqueror, a bewitching smile playing on her lips.

“Master…no…”

Although he regained consciousness, Zi Teng, lying on the ground, remained unable to move. In his slightly blurred vision, it seemed as if his mother appeared before him. However, she quickly became clear from the woman's unusually gleaming golden hair and pupils.

Moreover, despite their almost identical appearance, this woman was the complete opposite of the cold and aloof Li Qingxia. She was a stunningly beautiful woman with an alluring, almost demonic aura. Her waist-length golden hair shone brightly, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were like pure gold. Her body was completely naked, and two large breasts hung down from her chest, swaying slightly in front of him.

“You were here last night…”

He recalled some things from their brief encounter.

“Don’t speak. Conserve your energy. You died too thoroughly this time; your body hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

The woman straddled Zi Teng's abdomen, yet felt weightless, offering him no pressure whatsoever, only a warm sensation from the contact between his abdomen and her lower body. A moment later, her upper body slowly lowered, tightly embracing Zi Teng.

Her fair, smooth skin pressed against his body without reservation, her luscious lips whispering in his ear, "The situation is urgent, so I've come to help you."

After a flirtatious breath, the woman gently bit Zi Teng's earlobe, then her tongue traveled downwards, slowly licking his body: neck, chest, waist, arms… The tingling sensation of her soft tongue and pearly teeth gliding over his skin almost made Zi Teng lose his senses, yet he clearly felt something like energy fluctuations constantly entering his body.

A few minutes later, when the woman stood up with satisfaction, Zi Teng felt his body had returned to its optimal state.

"Who exactly are you?"

he asked, standing up and looking once more at the somewhat unreal woman.

"My official name is the Prototype of the Spacetime and Strategic Magic Energy Control System, but in this era, I seem to be called Soul Gold. If you really want a name, then maybe Fang Wolf. Because your semi-energy body structure is a bit complex, it took a little longer to adjust our synchronization rate. Anyway, please take good care of me from now on, new candidate."

The other party replied with a nonchalant attitude.

"Candidate...?"

Zifang was stunned.

"Don't worry about such irrelevant explanations. There's a big problem right now, come with me!"

The woman with Fang Wolf ignored his question and pulled him quickly towards the middle of the forest.

Before long, a huge phantom formed from black gas appeared in their field of vision. "What's that?"

Zifang was shocked.

"Do you know what backlash is?"

Fang Wolf asked.

"Yes, I've learned some basic knowledge about Western magic."

Zifang answered affirmatively.

"That makes things much easier to explain. Basically, the woman who just killed you was backfired by the Phantom Demon inside her. That's about it."

Garo's tone seemed to be teasing.

"No way, I remember Phantom Demons are supposed to be very weak magical beasts, even struggling to maintain a physical form. It's already strange that they can backfire on their users, let alone be this powerful?"

"Wow! My new chosen one is really knowledgeable! Did you think I would say that? Let me tell you the truth, it's all your fault."

Garo pointed at his forehead and scolded him rudely, "You mated with that woman yesterday, right? And you ejaculated a lot inside, right? Your semen has too high an energy density, making it difficult for the human body to fully absorb it. So most of it went to that Phantom Demon, which is why it has such a high energy intensity."

"This...this...is this my fault too?"

Faced with her machine-gun-like barrage of words, Fujito was a little overwhelmed.

While Fujito was still bickering with Garo, the situation for the trio directly facing the Phantom Demon was already very bad.

Marlan and Luo Xue were not only bound and lifted into the air by the tentacles of the phantom beast, but their clothes also seemed to dissolve in the black gas, revealing large expanses of their snow-white skin. Although both of them tried desperately to break free, they could only feel their powerlessness as both their magic and physical strength were being absorbed. The only one who escaped was not much better off, being chased all over the place by a large group of tentacles, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before she was caught.

"Is that the only way?"

Jinguji Yui thought as she struggled to avoid the attacks of the tentacles. "But, it seems that I cannot fully absorb and utilize what my son-in-law gave me. In this situation..."

But looking at her daughter who was losing her ability to resist little by little, she finally made up her mind, "I'll fight!"

She held her spear horizontally, spinning it above her head like a propeller. Countless lightning bolts connected to the ground in the trajectory she drew. In the flashes of lightning, a full suit of silver-white wolf-head armor appeared on her body, and the originally plain-looking spear in her hand transformed into a magnificent silver halberd.

With a sideways swing of her halberd, a series of lightning bolts blasted the approaching tentacles to smithereens. Simultaneously, two seemingly decorative wolf heads, trailing electrifying chains, flew out from her shoulders, shredding the tentacles binding Luo Xue into fragments.

But as Jinguji Yui turned in another direction to rescue Marlan, her armor suddenly disintegrated into a deadly electric net, trapping her. "Ah!"

she cried, clutching her chest and collapsing to the ground, her face contorted in pain.

Back on the ground, Luo Xue stared blankly at her past, "Mom…Mom…"

The familiar images from her deepest memories loosened the seal that had sealed her past.

"Hmm…"

Almost simultaneously, Luo Xue felt a sharp pain in her chest. Before she could instinctively reach out to cover it, a powerful surge of energy erupted from it, growing stronger and more pronounced around her body.

"That woman's condition is bad!"

Garo, who finally arrived at the scene, immediately noticed Jinguji Yui's state. "You ejaculated inside her too, didn't you? It looks like she barely managed to use the Absolute Wolf Armor before fully absorbing it, and the energy was absorbed by her instead."

"Sigh... Is it my fault again?"

Fujito was embarrassed, but Garo ignored him and directly pulled his hand over, putting his middle finger in his mouth. This flirtatious gesture startled Fujito, but it was nothing compared to what happened next—his forearm was covered with a gorgeous golden gauntlet of an unknown material.

"What is this?"

"Don't ask, just pull her out!"

Garo cursed at his dawdling.

Fujito immediately rushed forward, reaching into the electric net. The raging lightning seemed to be dodging the golden armor, making way for him, and he pulled the nearly unconscious Jinguji Yui out.

"Whoa!"

Just as the rescue was underway, Marlan was flung out by the tentacles, landing squarely on Luo Xue. Luo Xue's body flew backward, and she fainted as if in shock. The cloud-like gas enveloped Marlan's body, and when it dissipated, she stood there, completely covered in a black wolf-head armor covered in sharp blades, the longsword in her hand radiating a chilling black aura.

"What...what is this?"

Marlan cried out as she realized what was happening.

Before she could finish speaking, more than ten tentacles attacked. She instinctively raised her hands to protect herself, only to see the tentacles shatter upon impact with the blades on her forearms.

"This...this is powerful? I don't understand, but I'll use it for now!"

Confident, Marlan leaped into the air and charged towards the Phantom Demon.

"Impatient girl, do you even know how to use it?"

Garou watched her retreating figure with some unease. "Hmm?"

However, her attention was quickly drawn to the rapidly shrinking electric net, which eventually coalesced into a giant silver wolf with brown fur crackling with electricity, suddenly pouncing towards Wisteria.

"Tch!"

Garou scoffed, stepping forward and stomping it under his foot. "Idiot, didn't I warn you not to mess with my body? Don't you understand?"

He spun his foot on the silver wolf's head, causing it to let out a pitiful howl.

"What did you say? That woman's body is failing, and now you have nowhere to live. What does that have to do with me? Huh? What? You want me to pity you out of consideration for our kind? Don't talk nonsense, who's your kind? You lowly soul steel!"

Fang Wolf seemed to be enraged, raising her foot to stomp on him.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, the wolf changed tactics, fawningly licking the foot that was stomping on her.

"Hmm..."

Fang Wolf actually let out a groan of enjoyment, "Looks like you're not entirely useless after all. Well then, I've decided, until I find a new host, you'll live in this body as my servant."

She said with satisfaction.

"I said...what about my wishes as the actual owner of this body?"

Wisteria, who had been standing still, finally realized that this was a matter closely related to her interests.

"Just ignore those irrelevant things."

But the other party's words directly choked him.

On the other side, Marlan charged forward like a swift gust of wind, gliding across the ground and rushing forward. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the Phantom Demon. The swirling vortex on the blade traced a long, arcing path, the tip of the sword dragging and rising on the ground. The vortex shattered the swirling tentacles, opening a path, and the blade slashed directly at the Phantom Demon's body.

The gas that made up the Phantom Demon's body began to dissipate from the point where the blade touched it. The blade's movement did not stop at all; rather than cutting, it was more like disintegrating. The blade passed through the Phantom Demon's body, starting above its right foreleg, piercing through its limbs, head, and left shoulder, finally flying out of its body.

But Marlan did not stop. Using centrifugal force, he spun his body, and as the sword's trajectory reached above his head, and the two faced each other again, a sharp, cold light flashed down, cutting into the Phantom Demon's brow and finally exiting from its chest.

The sound of rapidly flowing gas rose and fell, and violent wind blades spewed from the two wounds piercing the Phantom Demon. Cracks began to appear around the wounds, gradually extending to its entire body, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

But in the next moment, with a howl from the Phantom Demon, not only did the cracks disappear one by one, but even the two wounds healed. "What... what a joke?"

Marlan asked incredulously.

"Of course this is the result if the energy supply isn't cut off."

Garou seemed to have expected this. "It's your turn to shine."

Turning around, she grabbed Wisteria

by the collar, pulled his face close, and then, incredibly, kissed him. A flood of information and knowledge rushed into Wisteria's mind, while several golden pillars of light shot straight into the sky from the ground around him. The pillars of light swirled rapidly around his body, approaching each other, and finally merged into a golden sphere of light that completely covered his vision.

"Hiss..."

Seemingly sensing the enormous and dangerous energy, the Phantom Demon gathered all its tentacles and attacked the sphere of light.

Two golden metallic wolf heads, dragging matching chains, burst from the sphere of light, their intertwining and spinning, shredding any approaching tentacles into fragments and ashes. The chains continued their advance, piercing the Phantom Demon's chest. The impact created a massive gash, and as the chains retracted, the unconscious Bu Feiyan was pulled from within.

The chains continued their retraction, and when they returned to their starting point, the sphere of light dissipated, revealing Zi Teng, her entire body covered in golden wolf-head armor, cradling Bu Feiyan in one arm. The

Phantom Demon's mournful cry echoed in her ears. Looking up, she saw no sign of the massive gash in its chest healing.

"Excellent! Let's just finish it off with one punch!"

Fang Lang shouted excitedly.

One punch… could it be that simple? Zi Teng, still somewhat doubtful, threw a full-force punch with her right hand. A tremendous, oppressive roar swept across the area, accompanied by a powerful, visible golden shockwave that crushed everything in its path, from rocks and trees to the tentacles and the body of the phantom demon.

When the shockwave finally dissipated, the scene was one of utter devastation. Not only were the phantom demon's remains gone, but a massive trench-like chasm had been carved into the ground, and even the opposite mountainside had been blasted with a hole more than ten meters square.

"This...this is too outrageous!"

With the enemy gone, the golden armor dissipated into the air, leaving only a dumbfounded Zi Teng. On the other side, Marlan's black armor had also vanished, and she was equally astonished.

"Now is not the time to be surprised. There are still many problems to solve,"

said Fang, walking towards Marlan. "First, it's you, little girl."

He then pulled her into a daze and kissed her directly.

"You! What are you doing?"

Marlan only reacted when their lips parted.

"Education,"

came the concise reply.

“I know,”

she had indeed felt a surge of knowledge, “but does it have to be this way? Couldn’t I just tell you?”

“Hmm? Do you expect me to read it all to you word for word?”

Garo disdainfully raised his hand, creating an image of a small mountain of books.

“Oh…”

Marlan was completely speechless.

“Next up! Those three unconscious women, the green-haired girl is alright, but the other two are practically on the verge of death.”

Garo turned to Fujiwara.

“What do you want me to do?”

Fujiwara asked directly. “Go for it, and ejaculate inside them all!”

Garo answered bluntly, then ignored the startled Fujiwara and snapped his fingers.

What should have been a

barely audible “snap” sound resonated like a booming bell, shaking the ears of everyone who was awake. After the shock subsided, it felt as if the world had transformed.

Everything vanished in an instant, leaving only a shimmering golden light spreading outwards. The surroundings were empty except for a huge bed large enough to sleep four or five people, on which several women, including Marlan, were lying.

"This…this is…"

Wisteria stared in disbelief.

"What, not satisfied with the bed's size? Or do you actually prefer doing it on the floor?"

"That's not what I'm asking. What exactly is this place?"

"A miniature subspace I created. Alright, enough nonsense, let's get down to business."

Seemingly having offended someone, Wisteria turned to the three unconscious women, only to find that although they were still unconscious, their skin was flushed aroused. "What did you do?"

he asked.

"I gave their central nervous systems some slightly provocative stimulation,"

Garou replied. At the same time, Marlan's panting moans could be heard from the other side. The two turned to look; the blue-haired girl's skin was also flushed, one hand resting irresistibly between her legs.

"It seems the effect is a bit too good."

Garo scratched his head. "Let's leave her alone for now and start with the one who's the most voluptuous. Her condition is the worst."

She said after glancing at the three unconscious people.

Zifeng climbed onto the bed to pick up Bu Feiyan, but found the space too small. Although the bed was large, there were already five people on it, including him. After thinking for a moment, he simply pulled her over and placed her on the back of the prone Jinguji Yui, saving space and raising her lower body to a more suitable position for penetration—killing two birds with one stone.

Bu Feiyan's clothes had all disappeared due to the backlash from the Illusion Demon, and her mature and sexy body was directly exposed to Zifeng's vision, arousing his lust. He quickly took off his clothes, revealing his already ready-to-go penis.

"Mmm... ooh..."

Because of the stimulation from Ya Lang earlier, Bu Feiyan's body was basically in the best state for intercourse, and could also be considered the most alluring state. The nipples on her pair of swollen, huge breasts were already erect with excitement, and her vulva was already wet inside and out. Feeling the approach of Zifeng's masculine body, especially the thick, large penis rubbing and lingering between her legs against her sensitive skin, her vulva constantly being touched by the hot glans, even though she was still unconscious, she couldn't help but let out lewd moans.

"Okay, just like that, go in directly!"

Zifeng lifted Bu Feiyan's buttocks, placing her legs on his shoulders, thus fully exposing her wet and excited vulva to his view. The tip of his penis approached and rubbed against the wet area, providing final lubrication.

"Here it comes!"

Zifeng suddenly thrust, his penis fully inserted in one go. Bu Feiyan's body trembled, her snow-white buttocks swaying involuntarily, her waist twisting like a snake, her huge breasts swaying with these movements, creating dazzling waves of flesh.

"Ah! Hmm...you?...You're not..."

The overwhelming pleasure from the forceful penetration finally brought Bu Feiyan back to her senses. Seeing the person on top of her, her eyes widened in shock. "I understand...I died too...so I'm atoning for you..."

Seemingly resigned, she closed her eyes.

"What nonsense! Feel this!"

Zi Teng abruptly pulled his penis completely out, then thrust it back in with maximum force. The intense friction caused both of their bodies to tremble in spasms. Bu Feiyan opened her somewhat dazed eyes. The pleasure was real and familiar, the kind of pleasure only a living body could experience.

"Look at me! I'm not dead, and I won't let you die!"

Zi Teng grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes, while thrusting his hips in the most brutal and direct way, giving her the most authentic feeling of being alive: rapid withdrawal, violent insertion, each time striking the softest, most sensitive core of her vagina, repeating this over and over, faster and more intense.

"Ah...no...ah..."

The enormous penis thrust in and out rapidly like a high-speed pile driver, so violently that it almost flipped the fleshy arms around her honeypot out. Before long, the pleasure overwhelmed all of Bu Feiyan's wild thoughts. At this moment, she was like a female beast in heat, forgetting that she was an assassin, forgetting that she had just killed the wrong person, and forgetting that she was having sex with the target she had killed. She just frantically swayed her plump buttocks to cooperate, so that the penis could go in and out faster and more powerfully. The hot, lustful fluid brought out by the penis flowed down her snow-white buttocks and gathered towards Jinguji Yui's vulva.

"Mmm... Ah..."

The burning sensation and violent shaking brought Jinguji Yui, who had been used as a cushion, back to consciousness. However, perhaps because she had been unconscious for too long, or perhaps because she had been stimulated too intensely before, her thoughts were still somewhat confused. Instead of showing any shame or unease, she began to wriggle her hips restlessly. "Aunt... Young Master... I want... I want too..."

She pleaded in a soft voice, spreading her legs wide to expose her overflowing honey hole.

"I can't help it..."

"Don't go... I hate it... Why are you doing this..."

Fujito pulled his penis out of Bu Feiyan's honey hole, eliciting a protest from her. Then, he lowered his body slightly and aimed at Jinguji Yui's slit. It was just as hot and sensitive, just as well-lubricated. With a forceful thrust, he reached right to her core.

"Ah..."

Jinguji Yui let out another extremely satisfied sound. She raised her hips as high as she could, allowing Fujito's penis to enter her honey hole more smoothly and completely, while vigorously shaking her hips.

"Mmm...Young Master...Move...Faster..."

Her lewd expression and pleading voice completely overturned the shy, traditional image of an oriental young woman she had portrayed during their previous two encounters, further stimulating Zifeng's desire.

Zifeng thrust his penis forcefully. At first, he could control the speed of his thrusts, but the high-raised buttocks of Jinguji Yui in front of him twisted more and more violently, so he had no choice but to increase the speed of his thrusts as well. Before long, the speed had almost reached his limit.

"I want it too! Hurry up and put it in me! Don't be biased!"

Bu Feiyan, who had been neglected, protested indignantly, while her legs clamped tightly around Zifeng's head in revenge. "I won't let go if you don't give it to me!" She

even used a threatening tone.

So Zifeng had no choice but to put his penis back into her honey hole. "Oh...So hot!So good! Wait! Why again?"

But before she could fully enjoy it, he put it back after only a dozen or so thrusts, and then repeated this process.

He alternated between thrusting a dozen times on top and twenty times on the bottom, quickly becoming familiar with the different sensations of the two vaginas: Bu Feiyan was clearly an expert; although her tightness was somewhat inferior, the vaginal walls seemed controllable, constantly changing the direction and intensity of their movements, making him feel as if countless hands were massaging and caressing his sensitive shaft, the dense, pleasurable stimulation making him tremble.

Jinguji Yui didn't have such advanced orgasmic technique, but as a young woman who hadn't had sex in a long time and had just been re-exploded, her vaginal walls combined the tightness and elasticity of a young girl with the heat and softness of a mature woman. The contrast between her traditional, classical appearance and her wanton reactions fueled his lust even more.

"Ah! I want more! Don't go!"

"Wow! So good! Wait a minute!"

"Hurry up! Finish her, it's my turn!"

"No! It's my turn, Madam Feiyan, don't take it!"...

Amidst the chaotic chatter of the two women vying for her attention, Zifang continued to alternately satisfy their needs, while also observing the degree of their physical reactions. The result came quickly: having endured the ordeal alone for some time, while Jinguji Yui was still in good condition, Bu Feiyan was already showing signs of approaching climax.

"Let's deal with her first."

Feeling the urge to ejaculate himself, Zifang decided to end the one-on-two unequal match, grabbing Bu Feiyan's plump thighs, adjusting the angle of his penis, and thrusting it deep into her vagina in one go. "Ugh... Wow! So good..."

The feeling of her vagina being filled again made Bu Feiyan cry out excitedly.

One, two... ten, twenty... It was already far beyond the limit, but Zifang still showed no intention of replacing his opponent. Noticing this, Bu Feiyan excitedly sat up, pressing down on Zifang's shoulders, her waist moving in sync with his movements. The perfect interaction made his penis thrust in and out of her vagina like a wild horse, splashing out a "splash, splash..."

sound as the vaginal fluids gushed out. Her body swayed incessantly, her breasts bouncing. "Ah...so good...it feels so good."

His legs wrapped around the wisteria's body, his body leaning back slightly, his breasts swaying with the movement, creating rolling waves of flesh. His long orange hair cascaded down to Jinguji Yui's back beneath him. "Oh...again! Hmm...I...am...coming!"

She cried out and quickened her hip movements, suddenly throwing her head back and letting out a high-pitched scream. The walls of her vagina contracted violently, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, washing over Zi Teng's penis.

"Ah...this is...me too, catch it!"

The vaginal fluid washed over the glans, and the vaginal walls writhed in the most intense way, making it increasingly difficult for Zi Teng to suppress the urge to explode. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the two huge breasts in front of him, kneading them with abandon, while completely letting the scalding torrent of fluid flow out of his lower body.

"Ah! It's coming! It's burning me! I'm going to die!"

Bu Feiyan rolled her eyes back. Her large breasts were soft like swollen sponges, changing shape in Zi Teng's hands, while her thighs were firm and elastic. Her two alluring legs were spread at the widest angle, and the muscles in her legs trembled incessantly. Then, she suddenly squeezed Zi Teng's waist with all her might, ecstatically accepting the scalding liquid.

"Huff...huff..."

Zi Teng panted heavily. This ejaculation felt very different from before, much like the time he had sex with Xia Ying when she used the Jade Maiden Technique. Not only was the amount of semen released unbelievably large, but he also felt a sense of weakness, as if most of his life force had been drained away.

However, he didn't have time to rest now. Jinguji Yui wasn't doing well either, and after being neglected for half a day, she had impatiently thrown Bu Feiyan off her and onto the edge of the bed, lifting her buttocks and eagerly rubbing her still-erect penis against it.

Zifang had no choice but to go along with it. Grasping Jinguji Yui's alluring buttocks, he thrust his penis forcefully, guiding it straight to her. The vaginal walls, prepared beforehand, were exceptionally welcoming, writhing and squeezing, a sensation he found incredibly pleasurable. Soon, he seemed to be back in battle mode, panting heavily as he thrust forcefully, asking, "How is it? Comfortable?"

"Mmm... um... so comfortable... so comfortable... young master..."

Jinguji Yui's face was filled with excitement; she was almost lost in the moment, only wanting Zifang to bring her to the peak of climax.

"Mmm... ah... so comfortable... young master... please... enjoy... my body to your heart's content..."

Jinguji Yui's hands gripped the sheets on the large bed beneath her tightly, leaving messy creases.

Wisteria thrust rapidly and forcefully, her abdomen slamming against her buttocks with crisp sounds. Not satisfied, he pressed down, placing all his weight on Jinguji Yui's mature and voluptuous body, his hands reaching forward to grasp her swaying breasts, using them as a fulcrum to thrust his penis with all his might.

"Ugh... I can't take it... Give it to me too!"

"Mommy's so cunning, monopolizing her son-in-law..."

Marlan, already in a frenzy of lust, and Ryukyuki, who had just woken up and was also somewhat dazed from lust, crawled over from different directions, swaying their two pairs of white buttocks, one upturned and one tender, demanding and protesting.

"Why are you two too..."

Wisteria complained, but his hands already had a plan. He pulled the two women to either side of Jinguji Yui, making them lie face down with their buttocks raised in the same position, and then inserted his fingers into their two equally overflowing honey holes, digging and thrusting in sync with the thrusting of his waist.

“Ah…Young Master…that’s it…harder…”

“Ugh…with Mom…how can I…”

“Ah! Again…Zi’s fingers…are so amazing…”

The hips of the three women lined up in a row writhed violently at the same frequency, meeting the increasingly powerful thrusts of the penis and the increasingly forceful digging of the fingers. The lewd scene made Zi Teng’s movements more and more frantic, even allowing each thrust of the penis to penetrate to the very end of the vagina and into the uterus.

Under Zi Teng’s all-out attack, Jinguji Yui was quickly brought to orgasm. A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed down her slender thighs onto the bed, gathering into a strange map on the sheets. After the orgasm, she was somewhat exhausted and could no longer support the violent swaying of her body. She could only lower her upper body and press her face against the sheets, breathing heavily.

Zi Teng continued to thrust faster and faster, but Jinguji Yui’s moans gradually became low and disordered, so much so that they were quickly swallowed up by the cries of the two new recruits. At the same time, her eyes gradually became glazed over.

"I...I'm about to cum!"

With each powerful thrust, Fujito felt she had reached her limit. She stopped what she was doing, lowered her body, and whispered in Jinguji Yui's ear.

"Ah? Don't stop!"

"You're so annoying, young master!"

"Oh...um...young master...if you want to cum...just cum...young master...please...cum...inside...my...body...let me feel your heat..."

Jinguji Yui's voice was weak and feeble, barely audible amidst the protests of falling snow and Marlan.

“Okay! Here you go!”

Ignoring the protests from both sides, Zifang pulled his hands away and grabbed Jinguji Yui’s breasts, continuing to thrust forcefully, fully enjoying the final sprint before ejaculation, until…

“Ah!”

“Ya!”

The two of them cried out at the same time. Zifang used all his strength to thrust his penis into her uterus once again, the hot semen rushing into Jinguji Yui’s uterus. The hot and powerful feeling caused her fragile nerves, already in the throes of orgasm, to collapse. Her body convulsed, and she lay motionless on the bed, only the rise and fall of her chest and her panting mouth still emitting the breath of life.

“Ah…it’s coming again…this feeling…”

Zifang could barely sit up straight after pulling out his penis. The experience of having his life force drained twice made him feel as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden.

But he still had no chance to rest. Marlan and Luoxue’s eager eyes were right in front of him. Not only that, the two of them had actually begun to fight for the right to use his penis.

That wasn't all; even Ya Lang joined in. "Well, after dealing with these two little girls, it'll be my turn, right?"

She licked her lips, looking excited.

"Spare...spare me!"

11-20

Volume 5, Chapter

1: Joy Turns to Sorrow,

No Motivation...Is this book really that bad? ...

The capital city was still peaceful in the early morning. In the luxurious Xiang mansion, Xiang Lang, accompanied by a group of disciples and servants, hurriedly entered a room. His second son, Xiang Qingwu, was waiting at the door. "Father, you've finally arrived."

"What happened?"

Xiang Lang asked.

"The two demons, Tu and Mu, are back, and...you'll see for yourself."

Xiang Qingwu hesitated, then led his father into the room. The two demons, Tu and Mu, covered in wounds and covered in soot, stood trembling inside. On the floor beside them was a stretcher with a seriously injured young man lying on it.

"Grandpa..."

the man called out with difficulty as he saw Xiang Lang enter.

"Lin Feng?"

Xiang Lang immediately recognized him. "What happened? Why did it turn out like this?"

he asked angrily.

"I asked the two demons, Tu and Mu. My little sister and this rascal plotted to help Xiahou Lian seize control of the Nine Winds Tower to get rid of that Zi Teng, but the other party actually blasted a hole in the mountain where they were hiding. You saw the result."

Xiang Qingwu glanced disdainfully at Lin Feng on the ground and replied,

"Is Zi Teng dead?"

Xiang Lang was startled at first, then asked.

"If he's dead, that's good. They wouldn't be injured like this. You should ask him for details."

The answer was negative.

"What exactly happened?"

Xiang Lang turned to look at Lin Feng, but the other hesitated and didn't answer.

"I'm asking you!"

Already extremely disgusted with this useless yet self-righteous nephew, Xiang Qingwu was even more furious that two of his top fighters had almost lost their lives. He kicked Lin Feng, who was still pretending to be dead.

Lin Feng cried out in pain, but Xiang Lang was unmoved. He was already furious with his grandson. Seeing this, Lin Feng had no choice but to answer, "That brat surnamed Zi wanted to seize the position of heir and attacked me!"

He hadn't heard his uncle's conversation with his grandfather earlier and cleverly lied.

"Hmph... Would someone like him actively try to seize the position of heir? Do you believe that?"

Xiang Lang asked his son with a cold smile.

"I don't believe you!"

Xiang Qingwu replied.

"Did you hear that? Tell me the truth!"

Xiang Lang roared.

"I... I'm telling the truth, Grandpa... Ah!"

Lin Feng tried to argue, but was kicked again by Xiang Qingwu.

"As your uncle, I warned you two to leave yourselves a way out, or you'd suffer the consequences. Didn't I tell you?"

He roared, "You complete idiot, you've caused such a big mess and you're still lying!"

Saying that, he stomped on Lin Feng's injured leg.

"Ah! No... Uncle... I'll talk... I'll tell the truth..."

Unable to bear the pain, Lin Feng had no choice but to tell the whole story.

"You beast!"

This time, Xiang Lang was truly enraged, pointing at Lin Feng's nose and yelling, "

Do you know how serious the consequences are of provoking the Nine Phoenix Tower and the Changge Sect? I've repeatedly ordered you not to clash with them, are you deaf? Who gave you permission to mobilize the Death Squad? Who gave you permission to attack the Changge Sect's forces? Who gave you permission to start a war with them? You useless piece of trash, good for nothing!"

He then kicked Lin Feng hard in a fit of rage.

Coming to his senses, Xiang Lang quickly considered a solution. "Where is Xiahou Lian?"

he asked.

"Unknown,"

Yao Qianmu replied fearfully.

"This is troublesome... Immediately send someone to the west, prepare generous gifts, and make sure everyone in the Prince's Mansion and Changge Gate are taken care of!"

Without a scapegoat, Xiang Lang could only hope that this method could mend the relationship between the two sides. "Also, you go personally and tell that bastard Qing Si that I don't care what methods she uses, just repair my relationship with Zi Teng. If she dares to cause trouble again, she'll have to deal with it herself."

He turned to his son and said.

"Then... what about Zi Teng..."

Xiang Qingwu asked.

"He's a sensible man, we don't need to worry about him."

...

On the other hand, at this time in the Lingnan Prince's Mansion. "

Hmm..."

Zi Teng glanced at the window of a guest room as usual. To avoid the sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains, he curled up in bed.

In a half-dream, half-awake state, he recalled that it seemed that three or four days had passed since the assassination attempt. Now, recalling it, he felt that he had died more than once that day: in the subspace created by Ya Lang, four women plus an unknown life form that he didn't know if it could be considered a woman took turns to exploit him. Even if he begged for mercy, it was to no avail. He was tormented to the point of death by them.

In fact, he embarrassingly couldn't even last that day. Garo, quite satisfied with the double impact of orgasm and semen on Rakuyuki, carried her aside and lost consciousness.

Fortunately, Jinguji Yui and Rakuyuki were finally reunited as mother and daughter. Although she missed the details due to her unconsciousness, seeing the mother and daughter happily embracing after waking up made all the suffering she had endured seem insignificant.

After that, Rakuyuki reverted to her real name, Jinguji Yuki, but wouldn't allow Shidou to call her that. When asked why, her face turned as red as a ripe tomato.

"I hope Mom can be happy, but I won't give my son-in-law to Mom, and... a mother-daughter well is not allowed! So... at least when I'm with Mom and my son-in-law, Rakuyuki is Rakuyuki, not Jinguji Yuki!"

she stammered, uttering these twisted logics that were clearly a deliberate escape from reality.

When they finally arrived at the Lingnan Prince's Mansion that afternoon, they were almost met with a deserted city – because they had arrived several days earlier than expected, the Lingnan Prince, who was inspecting the refugee resettlement area, and Shiori, who was welcoming the management team of Fiari Heavy Industries in the southern coastal region, hadn't been able to return in time.

The only one left at the manor was Yirou, who wasn't exactly an insider, but she was mostly waiting for Marlan, apparently because it was time for an important priestly meeting at the Temple of War.

However, the Jinguji mother and daughter had set off even earlier. Because of the appearance of Garo, Jinguji Yui already knew about her brother's death. Despite her deep resentment towards her family, as the last of her bloodline, she decided to return and shoulder the responsibilities bestowed upon her by the surname. Luoxue, who had finally regained her memories, was unwilling to leave her mother again, so the mother and daughter were arranged by Yirou to board the Lisas merchant ship transporting weapons to Xieluzhi the next day.

Furthermore, after returning to the manor, Bu Feiyan didn't appear again, seemingly avoiding him. This wasn't surprising, though; although she had figured out the truth, she had, after all, killed him.

As for Garo, after a period of excitement, he seemed to have grown tired or perhaps bored, and after greeting him, he went into hibernation.

Zifang lay in bed, looking around. Yirou and Marlan, who had been sleeping beside him, were gone; they must have left early that morning to get back.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the stairwell. Zifang assumed it was a servant cleaning the room and didn't pay much attention. But then, "Master, breakfast is ready. It'll get cold if you don't get up soon."

Huh? Master? A prank? But the problem was, the voice of the person trying to wake him sounded somewhat familiar.

Zifang quickly peeked out from under the covers. "

Fei... Madam Feiyan?"

The person standing before him was indeed Bu Feiyan, dressed in a maid outfit. Her hands were clasped in front of her chest, her eyes shining with concern. Her orange hair flowed smoothly down her back, and she wore a matching maid's hat. Although her entire outfit was quite glamorous, like most maid outfits, it emphasized the female figure's breasts, with a wide-open neckline. The exposed soft breasts immediately caught Zi Teng's gaze.

Was he still dreaming? He subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning, Master. Did you sleep well last night?"

Bu Feiyan leaned closer and asked, as if to deny that he was still dreaming.

"How could I have slept well? Those two girls were so energetic last night for some reason... Wait! Why are you here! And dressed as a maid?"

As if to confirm further, Zifang reached out and touched and grabbed her skirt… This was real, not a dream.

“This is the punishment from Jiufeng Tower!”

She casually lifted her skirt and twirled around, looking at the other woman with alluring eyes. Her white thighs, visible between the black stockings and the skirt, were particularly eye-catching.

“Wh…what…”

Zifang was a little stunned.

“Although this incident was instigated by Xiahou Lian, my crime is still very serious. So, in addition to temporarily stripping me of my qualifications as the supervisor of this area, Xiaoqinzi has also decided that I have to serve you.”

Bu Feiyan explained.

“No, no, no, I don’t remember Sister Qin having such a perverse sense of humor.”

Zifang wasn’t entirely convinced.

“On the surface, Xiaoqinzi is very unhappy that I hurt her man, so she wants me to be her servant to apologize… but actually, it was me who offered.”

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed, and Zifang found her appearance quite adorable.

"Wait a minute, that's too abrupt. Do you think I'd believe that?"

So she's saying she volunteered to serve me? That seems too far-fetched.

"Actually, it's because of Xiaoqinzi's strange reaction to this incident that everyone knows about her affair with you. However, we internally believe that if the head of the household is lured away by a man, the operation of Jiufenglou will be in trouble."

Bu Feiyan regained her composure and continued, "So, I, who's already semi-retired, was sent to you as a scapegoat. Everyone's expecting something to happen when you, in the prime of your youth, and I, with my mature feminine charm, live together. If we end up getting married, Xiaoqinzi will have to give you up because of my status as the eldest sister."

"Hey, tell me, which version is true?"

Her ambiguous tone gave Zifeng a headache.

"Does it matter?"

Bu Feiyan smiled, wanting to see his reaction.

"...Well, you seem quite relaxed, not like someone who's easily manipulated."

After observing her for a while, Zifeng concluded.

“There’s no way around it. Being in an organization like this, there’s absolutely no way to disobey orders from above, so I can only pretend to be optimistic to deceive myself…”

Bu Feiyan’s cheeks flushed even more, and she lowered her watery, warm eyes. “Besides… I also want to stay by your side.”

“What do you mean by that? Is it a confession?”

Zi Teng laughed.

“Let me make it clear first, I’m not expecting to snatch you away from Fu Yun. It’s just, how should I put it… after all, you saved my life, so I care about you quite a bit, that’s all.”

Bu Feiyan, her face completely red, lowered her head and interlaced her fingers, looking somewhat shy.

Seeing her adorable, lovestruck appearance, Zi Teng couldn’t help but want to get up and walk to her side, at least completely avoiding looking away from her flushed cheeks and ample bosom.

Seeing his reaction, Bu Feiyan flashed the perfect smile that a maid must have. "

Being a maid is quite novel, maybe it'll be nice, and you don't seem to mind at all. Hehe, have you already succumbed to my temptation? Master!"

she said in a seductive voice.

"No... don't joke around, Shiori would probably kill me if she knew."

Fujito consciously looked away.

"No, no, no, I became your maid to atone for my mistakes and repay the debt of saving my life, and I think our little cloud can understand."

Bu Feiyan said nonchalantly.

"Besides, your abilities in that area are indeed irresistible to women, and it's only natural that I, having experienced it, would want to become one of your women. To put it metaphorically, our relationship is like that of a cobra and a mongoose, our fates are inextricably linked by the semen you ejaculated, and we can't sever or separate them."

She continued speaking without any shame.

"Isn't that an adversarial relationship? What are you thinking? Aren't the predator and prey clearly distinguished in a cobra and a mongoose?"

Fujito couldn't help but retort.

“That’s right! And of course, Master is the prey in terms of sex, hehehe.”

As she spoke, she actually began to show a lewd expression.

“How disgusting! Don’t look at me like that and drool! Don’t come any closer!”

Zi Teng subconsciously backed away.

“Please don’t worry, I won’t do anything as unromantic as directly attacking Master. At most, I will only use the Illusionary Demon Eye to hypnotize Master, and then play with and enjoy myself to my heart’s content.”

Bu Feiyan looked at him with a very happy smile.

“Sigh, alright, whatever you want. But please stop using that tone, okay? It feels really uncomfortable to be addressed with honorifics by an elder.”

Seeing that the other party showed no remorse, Zi Teng decided to give up.

“That’s true, it’s really tiring to use honorifics with someone younger than yourself. If it’s a pervert like Master using honorifics to ask me to satisfy his sexual desires, that’s fine, but it’s unimaginable for me to use them with you.”

But Bu Feiyan had no intention of letting him go.

“You can continue to speak to me with honorifics…”

Zi Teng rubbed his forehead, looking helpless.

"As expected, looking down on women like that, treating them like playthings—that's the true face of my master. A complete perverted lecher! It's terrifying."

Bu Feiyan nodded in agreement.

"Hey! If you continue spreading these rumors and slanders, I, as your master, will punish you."

Zifeng decided to confront her.

"No problem! I'm the most obedient maid, so I'll do whatever you command, even the cruelest punishment."

Her words silenced Zifeng.

"Besides, I already know what you want..."

Bu Feiyan began vaguely, "You've been staring at my breasts. So, if you want me to serve you with the most prized part of my body, that's not impossible."

She lowered her head, seemingly trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Have you become a young girl again?"

Despite her sarcastic remarks, seeing her flushed cheeks made Zifeng waver.

“Because the master is special.”

As she said this, Bu Feiyan magically removed her bra from the opening in her chest and tossed it aside. Then, she untied the back of her dress, gathered her arms, and the top slid down from her shoulders, revealing her large, papaya-like breasts.

“But I should lubricate them beforehand.”

Bu Feiyan said, then produced a bottle of essential oil that seemed to be for skincare from somewhere.

“You even prepared something like this? Just how far have you planned this?”

Zi Teng asked, somewhat surprised.

"Hehe, a surprised master looks especially cute."

Bu Feiyan murmured softly, dripping oil onto her breasts. The essential oil transformed into a smooth thread, filling the deep cleavage and wetting her fair skin, giving her half-naked body a bewitching and sexy glow, full of alluring charm.

She moved behind Zifeng, deftly removing his pajamas and pressing her body tightly against him, allowing him to clearly feel the heat of their skin rubbing together. Her oil-covered breasts pressed up and down against his back, completely changing their shape.

"Master, your back is so broad!"

Bu Feiyan gasped in a sexy tone, breathing into Zifeng's earlobe, pressing her breasts forcefully against his body, while her hands reached towards his crotch. "

Mmm... oh... Master, do you feel comfortable?"

She twisted her body, massaging Zifeng's back with her breasts, her hands stroking his already erect penis.

“Fei… Madam Feiyan! You don’t have to go this far, if this continues I will…”

Ziteng could clearly feel the urge in her lower body.

“Don’t be so formal, I’m Xiaoqinzi’s older sister, you can call me sister like her…”

Bu Feiyan showed no sign of stopping.

“Fei… Sister Feiyan… if you continue like this…”

Ziteng quickly changed her words.

“Oh, Master, you can’t move around like that,” Bu Feiyan had already pulled out his penis, “Youth is so good, you’ve been working hard all night and you still have so much energy.”

She licked her lips and said. At the same time, she skillfully stimulated his sensitive penis, “Hehe, it’s okay, Master, even if you attack me now, it’s no problem at all.”

She continued to blow hot breath into his ear, making him restless.

“Hmm… Hmm, this technique, it…”

The magical finger skills quickly made Ziteng’s desire unbearable.

“Well… let’s get down to business as soon as possible. Please lie down, Master.”

Bu Feiyan temporarily released Zifeng, giving him space to lie down, and then knelt between his legs. “So big, still throbbing, so energetic.

” With that, she began to stimulate the tip of his penis with her erect nipples, and Zifeng’s body trembled.

“Master looks like he’s enjoying it, but this is just the beginning.”

Bu Feiyan murmured, revealing a sexy and alluring smile, and then moved forward half a body position.

Soon, Zifeng felt the soft, smooth flesh of her breasts slide down his chest until his erect penis was completely submerged in the snow-white flesh.

“Ah!…”

Bu Feiyan squeezed her breasts hard with both hands until a deep cleavage appeared, completely clamping his penis. At that moment, the burning heat on his penis made him cry out.

“Hmm, really good…”

Zifeng enjoyed watching her tightly clenched breasts rub against his penis as it moved in and out of the cleavage. Those breasts were not only the largest he had ever enjoyed, but their high, perfect shape and smooth, warm flesh were also the most satisfying he had ever experienced.

But Bu Feiyan's methods didn't stop there. She adjusted the angle of her body, letting her breasts clamp around the lower part of his penis, then opened her small mouth, welcoming the throbbing shaft, and took the large glans into her mouth.

"Oh..."

The sudden wetness and tight, narrow sensation brought Zi Teng immense pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan.

Sensing the satisfaction in her partner's voice regarding her oral skills, Bu Feiyan served even more diligently. She continued to rub her breasts against the lower part of his penis while sucking and licking the glans. Her ever-restless tongue frequently attacked, occasionally brushing against the opening in the middle of the glans…

Completely aroused, Zi Teng suddenly sat up, grabbing her long orange hair that swayed between her legs, and thrust forcefully, using Bu Feiyan's mouth as a honeypot, pumping in and out. The almost frenzied force and frequency made her breathless, emitting

sounds of discomfort like "Mmm… Ugh…".

After a while of frenzy, Zi Teng released her, and Bu Feiyan quickly released the penis to catch her breath. Then, she stood up and presented her breasts to him: "Only Master feels so good, it's so cunning. So…"

she said, smiling slightly like a mischievous child, "Let's enjoy it together this time." She then

immediately got up and switched to a riding position.

"I can't hold back anymore. Please use your thing, Master, to drive me crazy."

With that, she pressed her fingers against the proudly erect, burning hot penis from above, and thrust it into her soft, moist vagina in one gulp.

"...Ahhh, Feiyan's inside is so hot and wet, is it because it's been so long since we've done it? Hmm...it's sucking me so tightly, it feels so good..."

Unaccustomed to being ridden by a woman, Zifeng sat up, letting Bu Feiyan snuggle against her. Her dazzlingly large breasts were distorted by the pressure of his strong body.

"Really, my Master...so manly yet so gentle."

Slightly shifting her body, Bu Feiyan guided his hand to her now full, round breasts. The soft flesh against her exposed breasts immediately brought an alluring, wonderful sensation.

"Ugh...is it okay to put it in so suddenly? Doesn't it hurt?"

Zifeng suddenly realized that although she had been thoroughly stimulated, there had been almost no foreplay.

"It's perfectly fine...because I already decided before entering that I would receive Master's love again."

Bu Feiyan replied with a smile.

“I see. That’s why you’re so wet. You’re such a lustful woman…”

Zifang moved with relief.

“Mmm… Ha, this… this is… Ah… Ah… Don’t suddenly… really…”

Although she protested, Bu Feiyan’s snake-like waist still moved in sync with her.

“Ha, so good…”

After only two or three thrusts, Bu Feiyan’s body had entered a state of intercourse. Her red lips were half-open, and her back was arched. Zifang lowered her head and buried it between her breasts, licking and kissing the smooth flesh and sensitive nipples passionately. Their waists moved up and down intensely.

“Ah! Ah… No, don’t go so fast… Ahhh!”

Bu Feiyan thought that after last night’s double penetration, dealing with Zifang in the morning shouldn’t be so difficult, but the situation was completely beyond her expectations. Caught off guard, she adjusted her body while begging for mercy.

"Ugh..."

Zi Teng didn't utter a word, only quickened his movements, causing Bu Feiyan to open her mouth wide and let out an unclear moan, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, flowing down to the hollow of her collarbone. Then he took further action, lifting his head to lick away the saliva from her lips, and forcefully kissing her lips upwards. At the same time, he reached his hand towards her honey hole, which had completely swallowed his penis, and slowly peeled back the outer skin of her clitoris.

"No, no... Ugh... If you attack here directly... Ah... Ahhh..."

Before Bu Feiyan could frantically twist her body to avoid it, Zi Teng had already begun to rub her clitoris with his fingertips.

"Ah... Really... Master... You're really... wicked..."

While verbally expressing her dissatisfaction, her body trembled with stimulation, making Bu Feiyan's contradictory appearance particularly alluring to Zi Teng.

"Since you want it slower... then you can control the rhythm yourself."

Appreciating her expression, he stopped and commanded.

"Ugh... don't be gentle at this crucial moment."

Bu Feiyan protested breathlessly, her lower body no longer stimulated by friction.

"Stop nagging, this is what happens if you disobey your master's orders."

Zi Teng said, slapping her snow-white buttocks.

"O-Ouch! But, this kind of stimulation is so irresistible!"

Surprisingly, she showed an expression of ecstasy.

"Is that so? In that case."

He struck her a few more times.

"Ah! Again? Even if you're my master, what if I start to like this feeling?"

Bu Feiyan pretended to frown.

"...Don't you like it? Weren't you quite ecstatic before?"

Zi Teng replied nonchalantly.

"Hmm, if it becomes a strange fetish, would Master be willing to take responsibility?"

Bu Feiyan blushed, then whispered, "But actually, I don't dislike it."

She traced circles on Zi Teng's chest with her fingertips, her slender fingers caressing his chest, the warmth of his skin in his aroused state making his heart flutter.

"Hmm... ah, haa... ah, hmm... ah, ooh... hmm... hmm..."

After a few moments of fuss to buy herself time to adjust, she pressed Zi Teng's body back onto the bed, and then, little by little, Bu Feiyan began to move back and forth on top of him.

"How is it? Comfortable?"

Bu Feiyan asked, her face flushed and intoxicated beneath her long orange hair that cascaded down Zi Teng's chest.

"So concerned about my feelings?"

Zi Teng squinted, enjoying the sensation of countless tentacles entwining within her honeypot.

“Mmm…hmm…because if…ah…I can’t make Master feel comfortable and enjoy it…I’ll become a useless…maid…”

Bu Feiyan murmured, quickening her movements, her huge breasts swaying and dancing in front of Zi Teng.

This stimulating sight made Zi Teng’s hands unable to remain calm. “Mmm…how could that be…of course it’s very comfortable…because Feiyan-jie’s body is simply exquisite…come on, put a little weight on my hands.”

Saying this, she grabbed the fleshy mound in front of her and gently stroked it.

“Ah?…really, Master…even at a time like this, you’re still so gentle…moving is a little easier…mmm, ohmm…ah! Be gentle! Ah! Wait a minute? I said Master, you just want to play with my breasts, right?”

Not long after indulging in the gentle caress, those thieving hands revealed their greedy true colors and began to excitedly knead them.

“Mmm…what? Isn’t it good…you said you liked the feeling of roughness when you were spanked before.

” Zi Teng said, pulling up her nipples with her lip, and her lower body also actively thrust upwards.

“Ha, yes… I really, really like it! Hmm, um, ah… Master is thrusting so hard… harder!”

The simultaneous stimulation from above and below made Bu Feiyan excitedly arch her body, her breasts instantly elongated into a strange shape, the friction of her hair brushing against her chest and the increased tightness of her vagina against the penis made Zi Teng shudder with pleasure.

“Hmm… ah… Sister Feiyan, this is only the beginning, you’re already sucking so tightly… hmm… slow down a little!”

The intense stimulation from above and below caught Zi Teng off guard.

“I… I really… hmm, ah… but… this… this position… without permission… hmm… Master’s is getting hotter!”

Because she could control her movements, Bu Feiyan seemed particularly excited… rapidly moving her body back and forth, sucking the penis tightly. “

Hoo ah… hmm, Master… hmm… ooh, ah hmm… ah ah… I… ah… ah… I can’t slow down…”

As she got into the climax, she seemed to have lost control of herself.

"Hmm... Ha, ah... Since that's the case... then don't hold back... let me excite you even more!"

Having gotten a little used to it, Zifang further teased and stimulated the nipple she held between her fingers with the base of her fingers.

"Ha, umm... ah, ah... please, please don't do that... um... my breasts... will... break!"

Looking down at her stretched breasts, feeling the mixed sensation of tingling, numb pleasure spreading across her flesh, especially her sensitive nipples, Bu Feiyan shook her hair and pleaded.

"...That won't do... because... if I don't do this, the cute expression that only appears when Feiyan-nee is treated roughly... won't we miss it?"

To seize control of the intercourse, Zifang continued her hand movements, while simultaneously increasing the speed of her hip movements to match Bu Feiyan's rhythm.

"Ah... Ah! Master... No... It should be me... to... satisfy you..."

Bu Feiyan's body went limp after being hit by a strong counterattack, and the guide that had been tightly wrapped around the penis loosened a bit. Although the stimulation was reduced, it was just right for the relatively gentle sex that Zi Teng liked.

“This kind of thing…of course, it requires the effort of two people…and enjoyment together, right…hmm?”

Bu Feiyan’s upper body was supported by Zi Teng’s hands. Under these circumstances, the previously stretched breasts and nipples finally returned to their original shape. The soft breast tissue gently welcomed the other’s hands, playfully swaying and flowing between the fingers…

“Ahhh! Too, too cunning…Master…like this…to me…again…four times…sudden stimulation…ah! No…I can’t take it…I can…”

This instability further amplified the stimulation received by the nipples pinched between the fingers, causing a complex expression to appear on Bu Feiyan’s face. At the same time, she kept twisting her upper body, and the soft flesh pressed by the palms rippled with waves between the gaps.

“Hmm…Feiyan-jie’s…breasts are quite amazing, and…their aroused expression…is also very cute…I like it very much…let me…look a little more…”

Zi Teng was quite pleased with this visual stimulation.

"Ah! Oh! Still... always talking about this kind of... thing... um... so embarrassing! Ah... ooh... um..."

Bu Feiyan, who usually exuded a mature and alluring aura, was surprisingly behaving like a bullied little girl.

"Does it feel good?... Your body is trembling... especially your nipples, like... um... a mischievous child... so cute."

Surprised by this reaction, Zifeng intensified her teasing.

"Ooh... umm, I hate it... Master is a pervert... but... this, doing this... ah! ah... um... no... it feels so good... ah..."

Confused by her body acting against her will, Bu Feiyan let out completely contradictory moans.

“M-Master… um… huff… ah… um… huff ah um… no… if this continues… I’m going to…”

Finally realizing her body was excessively tense and hot, Bu Feiyan, worried about being brought to orgasm first, protested.

“No problem… okay… just like that… if you continue… even if you orgasm first, I won’t mind…”

Zi Teng soothingly slid one hand down, stroking her fleshy legs through the black stockings, the smooth and slightly gauze-like touch making him linger.

“Huff ah ah ah ah um… Master… woo…”

The gentle movements and words gradually turned Bu Feiyan’s face into a dazed, girlish expression.

“Alright… come on… loosen up a bit… let me feel your orgasm…”

The nipples between his fingers stood proudly erect, telling Zi Teng that she had completely entered a state of excitement close to orgasm, and he continued to increase the amplitude and frequency of his waist movements.

"Mmm...no...can't do this...ah! Hands, fingers...mmm, please...don't...too hard...mmm...hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

Her upper body was being rubbed with soft, large breasts, her sensitive, erect nipples being rubbed; her lower body was being wildly thrust in and out by a hot penis; under the double stimulation, Bu Feiyan couldn't help but let out a cute moan: "Ah...no...so hard...don't pinch my nipples...anymore...hoo hoo...ha ah...slow down down there too...ah...this...it's...getting...so strange...ah!

" "It's okay...come on...don't resist anymore, just give me an orgasm!"

Seizing the opportunity, Zi Teng pulled the penis all the way out again, and then thrust it in as if it were going to pierce through her head, then pulled it all the way out again, and then thrust it in again, repeating this over and over.

"Ahhhh... Ah! It's full, my place is... filled by Master... Mmm, full... and there's still more... It's already... inside my uterus!"

Bu Feiyan threw her head back and let out a wanton moan. Every time the penis slammed in, her straight orange hair would sway and shimmer in the morning sun as her head shook violently.

"Hoo ah! Hoo ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

After a hundred or so of these most intense thrusts, Bu Feiyan's body trembled violently. The walls of her lower body gripped the penis that was thrust in again as if crazy. The wanton fluid churned and splashed in the only gap in her vagina, finally bringing her to orgasm.

"Hmm? Does that mean you've already orgasmed, Feiyan-jie?"

Zifeng asked knowingly.

"Yes... yes... I'm very... sorry... but... but I..."

Looking up, her gaze was unfocused, and she continued moving blankly... completely a satisfied and dazed look after an orgasm.

“But… I’m not satisfied yet… so you’d better keep trying so you don’t become a useless maid.”

“Hoo… Yes… Yes… Ah? Ahh… But… Don’t come again so soon… Let me… Rest…”

Wisteria continued to thrust her penis into the sensitive, hot, and tight honey hole after the orgasm. Bu Feiyan, who had regained some consciousness from the sudden intense stimulation, immediately let out sweet gasps and moans. Before long, the overly sensitive honey hole began to show signs of preparing for another orgasm.

“Hmm? Is it… going to come again? Then…”

In order to reach the next orgasm with her as much as possible, Wisteria began to thrust her hips even harder.

“Ugh! Master… Master… Hmm… How… like this… Suddenly… I… I can’t take it again!”

Bu Feiyan, who had not fully recovered, was once again swallowed by the tide of pleasure.

“Ugh… Sister Feiyan… just hold on a little longer… just… a little longer… um…”

“Ah! Ah! Ugh! Ahhhhh…”

Zifeng stopped making any unnecessary movements to increase endurance, simply obeying and thrusting wildly from below, pounding intensely. Bu Feiyan also let out different panting and moans than before, her words ending with a long, wanton tone, sounding exceptionally lewd.

“Sister Feiyan… I’m almost… at my limit… how are you…”

A tingling sensation quickly flowed back up his spine from his penis, while the fluid stored beneath his penis became increasingly uncontrollable, like a flood.

“Hoo ahhhh! Ah! Master! Master… um… um… give it to me… give it to me!”

Bu Feiyan, her consciousness blurred, could no longer answer, only calling out and craving him in a hazy state. This confused yet lewd voice became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

"Ugh... Fei... Sister Feiyan ! " " Mmm ! Master !

Ahh ... Startled, Zi Teng looked towards the sound and was even more horrified, his expression contorting in shock. Sitting at the table, having set down his teacup, his face a mixture of emotions, was none other than his fiancée. Her waist-length hair possessed a dazzling, fiery sheen, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight filtering through the opening. Her delicate, baby-like skin was tinged with a thin layer of cherry-red, and the drooping corners of her eyes accentuated her gentle beauty. "Th-it's not like that! Listen to me! There's a reason! It might sound strange, but for certain reasons, Fei Yan is now my maid, here to serve me! No, I haven't mixed reality with fantasy! I'm perfectly clear-headed! In short, what I'm trying to say is..." Zi Teng's face instantly turned ashen, paler than the blue sky outside the window. He frantically pushed away Bu Fei Yan from his arms, trying to explain, but the more he spoke, the more incoherent it became. Shiori's face was adorned with a smile, but behind her blazed a raging black flame. "Although I don't understand what you're talking about, it seems my husband needs some punishment." However, her last sentence aroused Zifang's suspicion. Given Shiori's personality, she wouldn't address him like that before their marriage. He glanced casually at Bu Feiyan to the side; she showed no panic or surprise, but rather an air of amusement. This unusual behavior further solidified Zifang's suspicions. "So... you're not really Shiori, are you?" he asked tentatively, his tone certain. "Oh... how come you..." "Shiori" tilted her head in confusion, though it was probably unintentional, but this unintentional gesture was quite cute...

However, this completely confirmed Fujito's suspicions: although it might be a bit rude to Shiori, the usually composed Shiori would never do something so cute. Furthermore, there had been absolutely no indication that anyone had entered the room beforehand. Considering these two points, the truth was obvious.

"It's you, Garo."

The question was tentative, but the tone was equally certain.

"You guessed right!"

Still in Shiori's form, she had transformed back into Garo's voice, and then her entire body radiated golden light, completely returning to its original state.

"There's a reward!"

She quickly flew over and pushed Fujito onto the bed, then straddled him, pressing her upper body against his face. "

The reward is... do it with me too!"

A face almost identical to his mother's, yet radiating a contrasting cuteness, drew close to Fujito's face, and an inviting word floated from her alluring lips.

"Wow! So passionate, you're holding me so tightly!" Feeling

a little suffocated by the cotton candy-like breasts, Fujito tried to sit up, but Garo held her tightly, conveniently blaming her first.

"Mmm...mmm...this is the scent of a half-energy being of the opposite sex...I love it, I love it so much..."

Garo held Fujito's head, burying his face in his chest, his beautiful breasts, as large as his mother's, pressing heavily against his face.

The familiar touch, the familiar size, even the familiar scent enveloped him, and Fujito became increasingly unable to restrain himself.

"I've never forgotten that feeling since the first time I touched your body. It's the first time I've met someone I truly want to fall in love with. I love it, I love it, I love it so much..."

His large, golden eyes gazed at Fujito's eyes with a blissful expression. His long, straight hair of the same color seemed to blend into his hair, intertwining with it, and his soft skin exuded an irresistible aura

, like that of a woman in heat. The hissing sound of silk rubbing together seemed to be inviting him to appreciate it. Garo slowly pulled up his clothes, revealing his beautiful navel, slender waist, and the beautiful breasts encased in golden underwear to Fujito.

"Oh dear! This is going to be troublesome."

But suddenly, as if sensing something, she stopped what she was doing and pouted unhappily.

Zifang also noticed someone approaching the door, their breathing disordered, seemingly due to anger. But before he could react, Bu Feiyan suddenly started tearing her female costume into a mess.

Almost simultaneously, a muffled thud rang out, and the door was reduced to ashes in an instant. Shiori, with a terrifying, demonic smile, appeared at the door at the perfect moment. Her familiar angry expression and immense pressure convinced Zifang that this time it was the real deal!

"Um… Shiori, don't get excited…"

Suppressing her panic, Zifang cleared her throat, preparing to give a comprehensive, thorough, and detailed analysis and explanation of the current situation in the room, considering both the long-term and short-term implications, and integrating it with the development of the times and the domestic and international situation.

Before he could even begin, Bu Feiyan, her clothes disheveled, breasts completely exposed, and stockings stained with semen, rushed into Shiori's arms, crying, "Fuyun! Your fiancé is too much! I just came to ask if he was comfortable with the place, but he dragged me into the house, forced me to wear these strange clothes on the window, and... Waaah... I can't face your dead uncle anymore!"

She sobbed.

"Hey! Don't fabricate the opposite!"

Zifeng wanted to say, but Shiori's glare silenced her.

"Alright, you should go back now,"

Shiori soothed. Bu Feiyan quickly straightened her clothes and fled, not forgetting to turn back and give him a smug "You're doomed!"

look before leaving.

"Shi... Shiori... I can explain..."

Zifeng was already drenched in sweat.

"Do you think you can explain this position?"

Hearing the disdainful reply, Fujito realized that she and Garo were still in a position resembling some kind of sexual intercourse. Although there was no actual penetration, to an outsider it looked like they were having sex.

"Oh dear, oh dear... I'm so rude! In these matters, the wife takes precedence, the wife takes precedence..."

Garo said these nonsensical words and disappeared, leaving the abandoned Fujito alone to face his fiancée's murderous aura.

"I said, it's not like that, Shiori, you don't really believe her, do you..."

Sensing that her life might be in danger, Fujito desperately tried to explain.

"Of course I don't believe her. I know very well what kind of person she is. However, seeing your face today has filled me with immense anger. Do you know why?"

Shiori approached step by step.

"Why...why?"

Fujito instinctively retreated, but soon her back was against a wall—there was nowhere left to retreat!

"Someone came under the guise of proposing marriage to me, but all the way there he was having a passionate affair with the guards sent by the Temple of War. The very night he landed, he slept with Wei-jie, whom I sent to greet him. Then, he went even further, taking her daughter's virginity. Not only that, he also obtained an ancient artifact that allows him to transform into a beautiful woman."

Perfectly accurate! But why? Shiori, did you see it all? No, this is impossible. Have you been lurking somewhere near me all this time? And where did you learn all this vocabulary? Don't let Yi-rou corrupt you. Zi-fang trembled all over.

“However… it’s nothing. I’m not a petty woman. I can accept things like having three or four concubines, which is quite common,” Shiori’s tone softened, but then suddenly changed her tone: “But! You’re determined not to spare my aunt either. You know, even if she’s only in name, she’s still my elder. If rumors spread that are detrimental to the Lingnan Prince’s Mansion because of this, how will you take responsibility?”

She asked sternly.

“This… this…”

Zifang hurriedly tried to organize her thoughts, but Shiori didn’t give her a chance.

“Zifang, do you know? The Sacred Flame of the Vermilion Bird can erase not only the physical body, but also the soul and all traces of its existence.”

As she spoke, an image of a phoenix rising from the ashes appeared behind her, and the air in the room seemed to boil.

“It’s… it’s really quite convenient. But Shiori, what do you want to use it for?”

Zifang suddenly had a bad feeling: she was probably about to die.

"The family's reputation is very important, so, I have no choice, Purple. Even for my sake, please obediently accept the incineration of the Holy Flame and become a perfect missing person, leaving no trace of your existence..."

"Help...help me!" (

11-20

Chapter 2

) During a physical examination, the double agent discovered a minor issue and became depressed for a while. Currently, I'm still undergoing treatment, so the update speed and article quality will have to remain at this level for now.

Also: Regarding the names of the characters appearing in this chapter: Morrigan is the female protagonist of the game Dragon Age, while Singold comes from a very old classic game, the SFC Fireball article: Genealogy of the Holy War. ...

"Hmm?"

When he opened his eyes again, Zifang found himself lying on a somewhat familiar bed, his limbs bound, surrounded by a golden haze.

"Ah, my love, you're finally awake?"

The familiar scene and voice, though the language and address were slightly different, made him realize who she was immediately.

"Garou?"

His tone was somewhat helpless.

"That's right, it's me, the most convenient woman for you to use and enjoy."

It seemed there was no mistake. This kind of statement, directly challenging the boundaries of normal female shame, was undoubtedly the typical language style of that mysterious ancient magical energy system that had always appeared as a beautiful woman.

Her large eyes, like her master's, sparkled with an adorable, animalistic light; her breasts were of the ideal shape and texture; and her long, alluring golden hair made her undeniably a seductive beauty.

There was only one thing: if he could cure her strange state of suddenly transforming into a state completely contrary to her true nature—a state bordering on lust—whenever she approached him, she would be the ideal woman in his heart.

“What kind of woman has no self-respect? Besides, biologically speaking, you don’t even belong to the human category.

” Zifang couldn’t help but complain.

“That’s too much! This is blatant racism!”

the other party protested.

“By the way, why am I here? Where’s Shiori?”

Rubbing his still aching head, Zifang gradually regained his hazy memories. It seemed that Shiori was very angry because his affair with Bu Feiyan was discovered, and the consequences were serious. But strangely, according to his constitution, the Vermilion Bird Sacred Flame should be harmless, but he still fainted for no reason.

“I left after entrusting you to me. Don’t be sad. Even if she doesn’t want you anymore, you still have me.”

Garo’s eyes gleamed.

“Do you know how long I’ve been asleep?”

Ignoring her rambling, Zifang asked directly.

“Hmm… about two hours since I put you in the subspace.”

It was too strange. Even when he was in a state of suspended animation after suffering a fatal injury, it usually only lasted for ten minutes at most. This time, he was unconscious for a full two hours? What’s wrong with his body? He felt completely baffled.

Not only that, Shiori's behavior today was also strange. It wasn't that she shouldn't be angry, but suddenly setting someone on fire was so unlike her usual style.

"Don't overthink it. That girl was indeed very angry at the time, but she was very clear-headed. Everything she did was for your own good,"

Garo said, seemingly seeing through his thoughts.

"Including roasting me without saying a word?"

Fujito asked half-jokingly.

"Those flames were just an illusion. Actually, it was energy of the same nature as the energy body part of your body. She wasn't grilling you; she was helping you recover."

The other's answer was clearly not a joke.

"What do you mean? And how much do you know about my body?"

The other's words immediately piqued Fujito's interest.

"Well, first of all, your body is a semi-energy body. You should understand that, right?"

Garo thought for a moment and finally decided to start with the basics.

“Yes, it’s incredible, but I’ve witnessed it, and there’s no other explanation.

” Zifang nodded. The fact he was referring to was witnessing Li Qingxia in her flame form. Since his mother was an energy being created from the Vermilion Bird’s energy, it was only natural that he was a half-energy being. “

Theoretically, your body was half-body at birth, meaning the biological body and the energy body each accounted for 50%. But in reality, when I scanned your body last time to adjust the synchronization rate, the result was that the biological body was less than 45%.”

A beam of light rose from Garo’s palm, inside which was a projection of a human body divided into two colors.

“…Could you simply tell me the conclusion?”

Zifang was confused.

“This should be the result of the different rates of recovery and reconstruction of your different body tissues.”

The other party summarized simply.

“Uh…to be honest, I don’t quite understand…”

He scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sigh... talking to a country bumpkin is exhausting. Living organisms recover from minor physical injuries over time, and energy organisms are no exception. The problem is you're a semi-energy organism, so the recovery mechanisms of different parts of your body are independent. Although your biological body recovers extremely quickly compared to ordinary organisms, it still can't compare to an energy organism. Therefore, every time your body is injured, the faster-recovering energy body takes up some of the space originally occupied by the biological body."

Although his tone was somewhat impatient, Garo still explained in detail.

"What will happen in the long run?"

Fujito asked worriedly.

"Theoretically, you'll transform into a pure energy organism like me, but what accompanying effects will occur is unknown. After all, I'm just an artificial energy organism. As for natural energy organisms, they were merely theoretical in our time, and as for a semi-energy organism like you, it's just an assumption that few people believe in."

Garo shrugged.

"So you mean Shiori also noticed this?"

"That's right. After all, she also possesses a Soul Steel Armor, so she should know some of the information inside. That's why she used energy of the same nature as yours to forcibly intervene in your body's energy structure, separating and compressing the excess energy back, giving the biological part time to regenerate. I just scanned it again, and the biological part of your body has increased by about 1.5 percentage points compared to last time."

"Is that so..."

Fujito smiled. Shiori was still the same as always, becoming dishonest when faced with certain things.

"Looks like it's explained clearly. And I also want you to explain something to me, why is the image of the woman you like the most now?"

While the other was still sighing, Fang Wolf suddenly said something shocking.

"Ugh..."

How could he possibly explain this out loud! Fujito, who had the idea of escaping, tried to jump off the bed. But he was stopped by the merciless metallic sound—because of his excessive tension, he almost forgot that his hands were handcuffed to the bed. And given that he was currently in the space created by the other party, even if he forcibly destroyed the bed, he wouldn't be able to escape, right?

"Hehe, it's no use, because my darling's body is completely restrained by me."

Garo revealed a rather smug smile.

"Hey, that's taken the joke too far."

Fujiwara sighed, giving up on escaping.

"This isn't a joke. To make it easier for the other party to accept, my image is generated based on the most perfect and desired woman in the candidate's subconscious. So, darling, tell me the answer, why is it your mother? Is your Oedipus complex that strong?"

Although it wasn't a joke, her tone had a hint of teasing.

"No, I don't know!"

Zifang answered stiffly. It was obvious that the other party had the upper hand and the evidence, but he just couldn't bring himself to admit it openly.

"Heh, you can only play dumb now, because I can read your memories and thoughts.

" Garou clearly wasn't going to let him off the hook.

"Since you already know, why ask? Is it necessary to be so morbid? Enough already. It's just a suit of armor, why are you interested in this kind of thing?"

Zifang was getting angry, and his tone became impolite.

"That's true... I'm just a magic system, so I apologize for being so willful."

Garou's body suddenly trembled, as if he had lost his mind, and he subconsciously took two steps back. He sighed and waved his hand, releasing the restraints on Zifang's body.

"No... I didn't mean that... I'm sorry, my words were too harsh..."

His sad and numb appearance made Zifang feel extremely guilty.

"Why apologize? You didn't say anything wrong. I was created with this premise in mind; I'm a tool with my own consciousness. This is perfectly natural in the Fiari Empire's concept."

Perhaps seeing the seriousness of Zifang's apology, Garo suddenly became serious as well.

"Don't talk to me about ancient civilization concepts. You and I live in this era, and even if this era holds the same view, I absolutely won't accept it!"

Zifang sat up abruptly, grabbed Garo's shoulders, and pushed her down onto the bed. "I don't care what you are."

He stared intently into her golden eyes.

"Eh..."

Garo was somewhat dazed, her body completely limp.

"Even if you resemble my mother, I don't intend for you to be her substitute. I want you."

He continued firmly.

"You...you saying this...makes me very uncomfortable..."

This was the first time Zifang had seen Garo show any hesitation. And not only hesitation, her entire face turned bright red, looking uneasy.

"How could you..."

This change surprised him.

"You're so cunning! Saying things like that to someone, I..."

Ya Lang turned her face away, seemingly annoyed. Upon closer inspection, not only her cheeks, but also her earlobes and neck were flushed red. She stopped mid-sentence, fidgeting shyly.

The stark contrast made Zi Teng stare at her, mesmerized, forgetting to blink: Usually, she was like a little devil, relentlessly pursuing control and enjoying teasing Zi Teng, but now she resembled a budding young girl, displaying a pitiful expression.

However, it was equally certain that this reaction wasn't a rejection of Zi Teng; the evidence was that she would steal glances at him every now and then, as if anticipating his next move. And whenever Zi Teng's eyes met hers, she would immediately look away, her expression even more shy.

Hey, you're the cunning one! Showing a boy that kind of coquettish expression, even the most self-controlled person would lose their composure! " Wisteria screamed inwardly.

The 'woman' before him was completely naked. Her shapely, full, hemispherical breasts, with their delicate pink nipples, and her ample pubic area hidden behind her legs, all exuded an irresistible allure. Unconsciously, his penis was already erect.

"That's..."

Since Wisteria's current position made it impossible for her to deliberately conceal it, Garou quickly noticed the unusual bulge in his genitals. His already flushed cheeks burned even more, and then even his originally snow-white body began to turn a faint pink.

"Garou...you..."

This reaction was like that of a virgin waiting for her first time, and Wisteria was stunned again.

"Th-that...it's okay..."

Without responding to Wisteria's question, she continued, "Although she's an energy body, if the energy intensity is sufficient to materialize, she can have the same physiological functions as a normal woman."

As soon as she finished speaking, Garou's face turned even redder. However, Wisteria remained in a state between thinking and daydreaming, clearly due to her mind not quite processing what was happening.

"Wh...what's wrong?"

she asked timidly.

"Nothing...it's just that you're so different from before, so..."

Wisteria finally reacted.

"Because I have multiple virtual personality systems, and I choose the most suitable one based on the environment and the other person."

Garou paused, secretly glancing into Wisteria's eyes, "Or is it that you don't like this shy look?"

she asked uncertainly.

"It's not really, it's just...a bit sudden." Wisteria paused halfway through her sentence, seemingly considering the most suitable explanation.

"Actually, it's also a bit of my willfulness..."

Garou's tone was somewhat embarrassed, "Well...this is the first time my system's functions have been fully activated and I've been able to materialize, so...I wanted to experience the feelings of a normal woman during her first time..."

As she said this, her face unconsciously turned to the side again.

"So...this counts as a first time too? Is it really okay to give it to someone like me who just hurt you with my words?

" Wisteria quickly understood what she meant.

Without a direct answer, Garo suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around Fujito's neck. As the distance between them slowly closed, the incredibly sweet, feminine scent brushed against his face. After a moment, their lips finally met, their warm tongues roaming and intertwining in each other's mouths. Saliva mingled in their mouths and flowed down their throats, the warm current stimulating Fujito's persistent yearning for his lips, while Garo greedily sucked on his lips and tongue, the burning sensation almost melting them both.

"Mmm... huff... ha..."

Several minutes later, they finally separated their lips, a shimmering thread hanging between them. Such a long, deep kiss left Fujito breathless.

"Fuji..."

Garo tentatively called out in the same way he would to his fiancée, and seeing no resistance from Fujito, he finally relaxed, slightly loosening his body and separating his hands that had been protecting his chest, revealing his breasts, now a captivating peach-pink.

Zifang couldn't resist reaching out, and when he grasped her delicate, smooth skin, it felt as if an inexplicable force was drawing his hand in.

"Ah..."

Garo shyly closed his eyes, breathing softly.

"So sensitive..."

Zifang exclaimed, gently kneading the beautiful, supple mound in his palm, finding the pink nipple just within reach of his fingertips, and then gently and skillfully kneading it.

"Mmm... because... my body... is the most perfect simulation of a female body..."

Garo's body continued to react sensitively, and Zifang kissed her lips again, then moved down, licking from her earlobe, her pink neck, and down the base of her neck.

"Hmm... ooh..."

At the same time, his other hand slowly groped between Garo's legs, his fingertips gently touching the slightly moist mound and crevice.

"Ah! Haa! Purple... you... a surprise attack... too, too cunning..."

Before he was fully prepared, he was attacked in his most crucial area, and Garo, somewhat dazed, let out a painful gasp, his eyes becoming moist.

"...Is that so? But, does this skip the tension of waiting?"

Purple stopped his actions for the moment, "But isn't it a bit too early to react so strongly now? We haven't even started foreplay yet."

He said with a smile.

"Y-yes..."

Purple's words made the other's face flush... she responded softly.

"Relax your body a little more."

Purple further said. "Y-yes... um... ah, umm..."

His fingers stroked back and forth on the inside of Garo's thighs, which had become stiff with tension.

"Ah... um... ya! Gently... gently!"

His hands continued to roam between her legs, and Wisteria lowered her head to gently bite her pink nipple. For a moment, Garou's body shuddered, but quickly softened, becoming completely submissive...

"Hoo! Ahh... Wisteria... ah... ahh... ahhh..."

While continuing to suckle her nipple, Wisteria's hand had already quietly moved to the area between her legs that was gradually becoming wet. Garou's body was still somewhat stiff, but much more relaxed than during the previous sneak attack.

"Ugh? Umhh..."

Wisteria's fingers finally slid into the slightly parted crevice, gently stroking it.

"Looks like it's already wet."

He raised his head and gently bit her ear.

"Ah, um... ha, ah... umm... ah, ahhh, please, please don't say it!"

"I'm just stating the facts."

Wisteria looked innocent in the face of her protest.

“…Really…you bad…you wicked guy, I…I’m so embarrassed…I’m going to die.

” Even as she continued to protest, Wisteria remained unmoved, instead lifting Garo’s legs further, exposing her most private parts completely to his eyes.

“It’s already wet, and slightly open, looks so erotic.”

He said without any attempt to conceal it.

“Ugh…so embarrassing…”

Because of this position with her legs raised, Garo’s honeypot began to slowly drip love juice, and she quickly realized it herself, feeling utterly ashamed.

“Ah, no…uh…”

Garo desperately tried to close her legs to cover herself, but how could Wisteria let her have her way?

“Haa…no, no…you bad guy…you hate me…”

Between the struggle and the suppression, the dripping love juice flowed from between her legs, skimming over the crevice of her buttocks and disappearing inside, the wet and tingling sensation making Garo’s body tremble.

"It's too tempting."

"Eh?... Ah? No, no... Um, ahhhhhh... Um..."

Fujito further opened her legs, sticking her tongue into her honey hole. The moment it touched, Garo's body trembled violently, even spasming slightly.

"What? You react like this just because I wanted to pamper you a little more... Are you scared?"

"No, no... It's too, too embarrassing... Because, because, you... suddenly started licking that place, and stuff... Waaah..."

She answered with tears in her eyes.

"Even if you say that... if it's not wet enough, you'll be the one who suffers later, right? Just bear with it for a little while."

"No, bear, bear with it... It's not like that... Um, haaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Fujito's tongue finally burrowed into her body. Garo, who wanted to protest, could only let out cute moans and confused protests under the impact of the unfamiliar yet intense pleasure. "

Ah!...No, no...Um, lick, lick, don't lick...Ah...Um..."

Wisteria completely ignored her protests, continuing to persistently lick with her tongue, not only the tight walls of her vagina, but also her most sensitive clitoris.

"No! No...No...Um, um...Um ah...Ah um ah um ah um ah um ah...Hoo ah ah ah ah ah..."

The relentless, continuous attacks rendered Garo unable to even properly utter a sound of protest, leaving him completely at her mercy. After a long while, Wisteria finally withdrew her tongue, but before he could catch his breath, a new offensive began.

"Um um no...Ah...I want it...Um, fingers...No, no...Ah...It'll come out...Something strange will come out..."

Her fingers massaged the outer edge of her vulva, and copious amounts of love fluid flowed from the spasming folds of her vagina.

"Mmm! Guh... Ah! Like this... No, no... It's too late... Don't... Mmm... Huff, huff... Mmm..."

Further inserting her fingertips into the honeyed depths, the surging love juices immediately soaked Fujito's fingers.

"Looks like... it's almost time, right?"

Clearly sensing that the honeyed depths were already in a state of intercourse, Fujito cautiously inquired.

"Yes... yes, please..."

Garou panted, opening her legs to reveal her honeyed depths, awaiting Fujito's arrival.

"Then... bear with it a little longer..."

Fujito pressed her penis against the entrance of the honeyed depths, thrusting it in all at once...

"Ugh! Ah... Ahh... Ahhh!"

Although it was already very wet, the intense pain of insertion still caused Garou to let out a sharp cry.

"...Hmm, does it still hurt? Bear with it a little longer... We're going all the way in."

Stopping halfway wouldn't lessen her pain, so Fujito forcefully tore through the barrier membrane and thrust directly to the deepest point, bright red blood flowing from their point of union.

"You're bleeding..."

Fujito was somewhat surprised.

“I told you my body is a perfect simulation. Ah!”

Garo seemed a little annoyed by the other's overreaction, instinctively twisting his body but only managing to cry out in pain.

“Does it... hurt a lot?”

Fujito asked with concern.

“It hurts... but, I'm so happy... finally... I feel like... a real woman.

” Garo closed his eyes happily, and to ease his pain, Fujito's hands slowly caressed his body... Her breathing quickened from the pain, and she opened her eyes to look at the gentle Fujito.

“Haa, haa, pain is just a simulated sense... please don't worry about it too much.”

She said, trying to sound casual.

“Don't subconsciously treat yourself like a machine!”

Fujito gently wiped away the tears that flowed from her body due to the pain.

“I... I just didn't want you to worry too much, and more than the pain, I'm happy that I can be like a real woman....”

Garo's face flushed even more. "Especially... the object is you..."

"Is that so... It's an honor."

After saying that, Fujito, maintaining the joined position, reached out and slowly began to knead her breasts.

"Hoo, um... bad..."

Garo endured the pain of losing her virginity, accepting Fujito's caresses.

"Speaking of which, if it were the usual Garo, it would probably be much easier now, right?"

"Probably. Do you want to try it with that virtual personality too? What a pervert."

Because laughing only aggravated the pain in her body, Garo, who was about to agree with a smile, ended up with a crying-laughing expression.

"Speaking of which, you actually have such a cute side... I really didn't expect that."

"Um, haa... Now... I have you to rely on, so it's okay to appear in my vulnerable true form, and it's easier to act cute with you like this, right?" "

If you want to act cute... you can act cute a little more."

Whether it was a reaction to the pain of friction, or because she had already accepted Fujito's affection from the bottom of her heart... the two felt that their warm vaginas suddenly began to fill with love fluid.

“I want you to move…”

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Okay… um, ah! Ah…”

Fujito slowly pulled his penis out of Garo’s body… it was covered with blood from his broken hymen and white, cloudy love fluid.

“Um… haa, haa… umm… ah, ahhhhh… ah!”

Garo, panting heavily, tried to accommodate her, and slowly, Fujito’s penis entered her honey hole again.

“Um… does it still hurt?”

Fujito carefully observed his reaction.

“Yes… but it’s not as bad as before… it’s okay, please… come on.

” Garo clearly didn’t want him to stop again.

“Understood.”

Having received permission, Fujito began to move without any worries… although contrary to what she said, Garo was actually enduring pain, but Fujito knew she wouldn’t admit it.

“Um… ah, ahhh… haa, haa, haa…”

Garo endured the pain mixed with pleasure.

“You might be angry if I tell you… This pained, tearful expression is just too cute, it’s so arousing.”

That contradictory and somewhat confused face captivated Fujito.

“You… you’re really… mean… um, uh… um! Ah, hoo ahhh…”

The thrusting and pulling gradually became smoother… Due to the simulated pain response, Garou’s body secreted a large amount of fluid rapidly. Unbeknownst to her, her love juices overflowed from her honeypot, making gurgling sounds during thrusting, and the cause of her moans gradually shifted from pain to pleasure.

“Finally relaxed…”

Seeing her reaction, Fujito finally felt relieved.

“Um… yes, the pain has gone numb… I… feel a little comfortable… um…”

“Well… I should probably start my normal exercise now, it might be a little too intense.”

Fujito said, lifting her legs again and increasing the frequency of her thrusts to a normal level.

"Hoo... um, uh... hoo ah... ah... um..."

As the movements gradually intensified, Garo, whose expression had initially been contorted in pain, began to instinctively cooperate with his thrusting, probably because the pain was gradually subsiding.

"Um... ah... I can feel it... inside my body... your... naughty thing is... rubbing... ooh..."

she moaned indistinctly.

"Um... hehe, it feels so good inside you... hot, tight, it's irresistible!

" Fujito maintained a steady, unhurried rhythm, describing her sensations in a blatant manner.

"Ah! Ugh... I hate it... You're saying this again..."

Garo shook her head desperately, trying to ignore the stimulating words, but she couldn't get rid of the sounds swirling in her ears. Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she suddenly closed her eyes. "Hoo hoo hoo... um, ah, so... comfortable... um, like this, like this is... um, the first time... harder! Faster!"

When she opened her eyes again, her shy moans suddenly turned into somewhat wanton cries, and she even began to ask for something from Fujito with a heart-fluttering expression.

"...Are you... are you back to your usual personality mode again? Please don't suddenly change like that, okay? It's kind of scary.

" Fujito, who had been stunned for a while, finally reacted.

"Who told you to bully me? I'll just have to find a way to deal with you that's less likely to be bullied!"

Having returned to his usual self, Garo stuck out his tongue and said dismissively, "Besides, this state should be easier to satisfy you, right? Enough talk, hurry up and move with all your might and speed! Darling!"

She squeezed her legs tightly around Fujiwara's waist, demanding loudly.

"Yes, ma'am..."

Fujiwara smiled awkwardly, then quickly increased the speed and force of her thrusts.

"Ah, ahh... huff! That's it! I... I like this... state where I can't think about anything but enjoy the pleasure... huff, no, no, no more!"

Garo threw his head back, loudly venting the surging pleasure coursing through his body.

But soon, she was no longer satisfied, suddenly sitting up, her strength pulling Fujiwara's body upright with her, then crashing into his arms.

"Hey! You should say something if you're going to get up."

Caught off guard, Wisteria almost fell over. He quickly adjusted his position, pressing down on her unruly thighs with both hands, and realigned his slightly crooked waist with the center between her legs, continuing to thrust.

"Ugh! Ah... Ah... Ahh..."

Wisteria continued thrusting, using her hands to gently pull the upper body of the woman clinging to her chest back slightly. Due to the tension of her expanding breasts, her breasts, no longer pressed against his chest, swayed rhythmically with their movements.

He reached over and rubbed her erect nipples back and forth between his fingers, while simultaneously kneading the full mounds beneath them.

"Ah! Ahh... Ugh... Deeper... Play with my breasts harder... Again... More..."

Excited by the double stimulation from above and below, Garo even began to thrust his waist up and down in sync with his movements.

“Slut! Here you go! Here you go…”

Aroused by the lewd moans, Wisteria thrust her hips back and forth with increasing force, her hands grabbing and pulling her white breasts into various shapes, leaving faint handprints on them.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah… Ah um… Ah ooh…”

Garou’s thrusts became faster and faster, his legs clamping tighter and tighter, his moans growing increasingly incoherent.

“Mmm… It’s so tight all of a sudden! If this keeps up…”

With her legs closing and her vaginal walls contracting powerfully, Zifang felt a tingling pleasure coursing through her body, and she knew that he was close to orgasm! Her vaginal opening was so tight it was almost sucking his penis in, making it immobile. The intense friction brought him to the brink of ejaculation, and he gripped her breasts tightly, making his final thrust.

"Shoot...shoot into me! With me!"

Yarou clearly sensed that they were both nearing their limits. His hands, which had been supporting him on Zifang's shoulders, quietly wrapped around her back, holding her tightly as if afraid she might suddenly pull away.

"Ah! I can't take it anymore! I have to go first... Ah, ahh, ahhh!"

Under the final onslaught of the wisteria, Garou was brought to orgasm first. Clearly unwilling to give up, she pressed her waist tightly against the wisteria, her legs and the walls of her vagina contracting with maximum force, her body trembling as she rubbed against the still-struggling penis at an extremely rapid pace, squeezing out the burning semen in just a few seconds...

The gradient from azure to emerald green of the sky, the sharp-angled edges of the mountain ridges, the countless layers of knitted fabric painted with frost patterns by snow streams on the mountain's surface, stretching as far as the eye could see. Looking out over the fields at the foot of the mountains, the deep green earth, awakened from its long slumber with the arrival of spring, lay majestically, nurturing countless lives. Such mountain scenery is one of the hallmarks of the Lingnan region.

However, nestled within these mountains and forests, there existed artificial anomalies completely incongruous with this paradise: vast stretches of man-made buildings, enormous factories, warehouses with 10-meter-high gates, and a massive system of shipyards and docks. This was the Far East base of Fiari Heavy Industries, an arms giant that practically monopolized most of the magical weapons market in the Western Continent, which had been operating

and building its operations in the Eastern Continent for ten years. And now, not only here, but even the distant mountains were filled with artificial noise: with a thunderous roar, like a stone thrown into perfectly balanced water, a flying giant, a magical mech named Fiari 15g, made of magical crystal alloy and steel, began to rapidly descend while performing vector conversions in complex aerial maneuvers that even the most agile flying beasts could not accomplish.

Singold Abidis, the young paladin of the temple guard, was anxious; in his cockpit, the piercing alarms of a rear-end collision and lock-on continued to echo. But none of this distracted him. At this moment, his consciousness was focused on the image projected onto the small split screen showing the situation behind him in the images projected into his eyes.

"Damn it, the magic energy detector only reacted at this distance. Is this the stealth performance of a third-generation mech? And what kind of maneuverability is this? I can't shake it off at all!"

Singold's mutterings trembled slightly due to his nervousness.

The Fiari 15G he piloted was an improved second-generation magic energy mech with enhanced performance, especially in close combat and maneuverability, designed to meet the needs of the Temple Guard. Theoretically, it should possess performance that could rival even third-generation mechs, a fact proven in tests and combat so far. Moreover, as a pilot belonging to an elite and renowned unit under the command of the Temple of War, he had always been quite confident in his skills.

But now, he was indeed being relentlessly pursued, and it had been more than 10 minutes. During this time, no matter how many evasive maneuvers he performed that pushed the limits of his mech's structural strength, the enemy mech behind him remained relentlessly close.

Over twenty years ago, these magical mechs, once the core fighting force in the war against the Darkin, hailed as the steel guardians of modern civilization, have now become tools of war in the internecine warfare of the Western Continent. Fierce ground and aerial combat is commonplace on battlefields everywhere.

However, the one who triggered this chase was Singold himself. As a guard sent by the temple to the higher-ups of Fiari Heavy Industries, he arrived at this base with the management team. Inheriting the unbridled nature of his mother's people and his father's amorous and lecherous bloodline, he immediately pursued the chief test pilot, a beautiful, ice-cold-haired girl. Unexpectedly, she didn't refuse, only replying, "Let's test your abilities first."

His expression, which had once been smiling as if he had the opportunity, now convulsed with tension. The Type 22 prototype, which had been so close, disappeared from sight. The Type 22, a standard military heavy armored machine, was almost a full size larger than the maneuverable Type 15g, but it suddenly vanished. When the bewildered Singold finally came to his senses, he found himself being pursued from behind!

He reflexively attempted evasive maneuvers, trying to regain an attack position using his smaller size and larger turning radius. This series of movements was entirely instinctive, honed through countless training sessions, without any complex thought. However, the opponent disappeared again, not only visually but also through the sensitive magic detectors.

At this rate, he would be destroyed! Realizing this terrifying fact, Singold veered far beyond the designated simulated combat area, defying the common sense that prolonged high-altitude flight was not advisable, and headed towards the mountains where he could find cover.

However, before reaching there, he was already targeted, and for the next ten minutes, he continued to perform evasive maneuvers exceeding the limits of his body and machine. For him, those ten-odd minutes felt like an endless hell, stretched out by excessive tension.

"Ugh..."

Sweat streamed down his cheeks as Singold struggled against the leaden fatigue and the intense gravitational shifts caused by the high-G maneuvers, while simultaneously confronting a "true terror" he was experiencing for the first time in his life. He had felt terror many times before. But the pressure exerted on his opponent at the back door, accompanied by the alarm

, was far more terrifying than anything he had ever felt before, threatening to tear everything this young ace pilot was proud of in an instant. His heart pounded in his ears, almost to its limit—the strain on his mech's frame, his remaining magical energy reserves, and even his own nerves.

"Damn it... Don't joke around!"

The Samatia bloodline and pride, renowned for their bravery, lashed out at their dejected bodies and fearful spirits. They desperately concentrated, increasing speed and frequency of their movements. The magical amplifiers at the base of their shoulders flashed with a dangerous light, indicating they were already operating beyond their limits. The jump-flying units, spewing rapid airflow, also emitted a wail of unbearable strain. The mech descended rapidly, tracing a massive spiral trajectory.

"Ugh... Let's try this..."

Groaning under the immense weight of the high speed, Singold kept an eye on the projection of the auxiliary magic eye system behind him—the Type 22 was still closely following.

His lips curled into a smirk as his opponent fell for his trap. He simultaneously unleashed the reverse thrust of the jump-flying units, releasing thrust from the magical amplifier on his right shoulder to glide the mech to the left, while the amplifier on his left shoulder braked in sync. In a fraction of a second, he completed an incredibly complex maneuver. With a terrifying, crushing roar, the mech decelerated sharply, its longitudinal axis reversed—it flew like a leaf.

"Hehe, what a brilliant evasive maneuver... but it's still not enough."

Beneath the Type 22's breastplate, a black-haired girl smiled, her two long braids intertwining at her neck and tied together with a pretty ribbon. "Next, checkmate."

She said happily.

"How could this be?"

Singold, who had used all his strength, was completely defeated—his opponent was still right behind his machine.

Why? Normally, the silhouette of the Type 22 should be visible right now! That was his own original, high-difficulty combination maneuver, named "Kanan Scimitar," which only the Type 15G, proud of its maneuverability and powerful propulsion, could accomplish. It was an irregular maneuver that normal people couldn't even predict, let alone imitate, but that young female pilot had broken through it so easily.

"How is this possible..."

Singold felt as if something inside him had snapped, until the powerful impact that shook his machine brought him back to his senses.

In his field of vision, he saw the black smoke caused by the jump propulsion unit and magic amplifier on one side of his machine being hit and catching fire. "That guy, was he carrying live ammunition?"

Realizing this, he desperately tried to control his posture to regain altitude, but to no avail. The moment his feet touched the ground, the crucial reverse jet deceleration couldn't be performed, and he immediately lost his balance and fell, tumbling dozens of meters in the ravine before finally coming to a stop in a patch of mud.

"Hey! Blue-haired one."

Along with the dizzying vibrations came the opponent's communication signal. "It's not quite good yet, but it's been quite good that you've made me happy for so long, so... the answer to the confession is okay for now."

Judging from her tone, she seemed quite pleased.

On the rooftop of a distant building, a figure had been observing the duel. Deep blue hair styled in a somewhat strange way, the shoulder-length shawl barely reaching above the shoulders, the bangs on the left side shorter than the right, completely obscuring the right eye. She wore a blue suit with a snow-white lab coat draped over it.

"Sorry, my girl seems to have gone a bit too far."

The voice behind her didn't make her turn around.

"It's nothing, that brat from the Abidis family asked for trouble."

The voice was machine-like and emotionless. "But Morrigan, aren't you really going to do anything about it? By blood, they're half-siblings, aren't they?"

She turned around, looking at the person who had appeared behind her.

She was a woman radiating an unusual glow. Beneath her oriental-looking black hair and high-piled spiky hair lay a face typical of Western beauty. Her purple lips and eyeshadow, in contrasting shades, gave her a bewitching yet tasteful look. A black, form-fitting dress accentuated her curvaceous figure, and beneath it, a pair of long, straight, fair legs were exceptionally alluring.

"What does it matter? Like father, like daughter,"

the black-haired woman, called Morrigan, clearly dismissed the idea. "To be honest, Maria, I'm worried about you. Your behavior is too abnormal, isn't it?"

She abruptly changed the subject.

"Abnormal? What do you mean?"

the blue-haired woman retorted, a hint of insecurity flickering in her only visible eye.

“Of all us sisters, you’re undoubtedly the one who most wants to see him, but now that he’s so close, you show no intention of going to him.”

“What’s the point of seeing him now?”

Maria’s voice wavered, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Twenty years, you know? Every night I dream of him stroking my head and saying, ‘Oh, my Chihuahua has grown up!’ But now, he probably doesn’t even know who I am. He said I would see him again, but this isn’t the kind of him I want to see!”

She turned away abruptly, her voice trembling, though she couldn’t hide her shaking shoulders.

Morrigan stepped forward and embraced the weeping Maria like an older sister. “He will come back. He’s never lied to us. Besides, it’s not just you and me; haven’t we all never given up hope? Camilla and the others have worked tirelessly day after day to maintain that time-space beacon so he can find his way back.”

“Aren’t you really coming with me?”

After a long while, seeing that Maria in her arms seemed to have calmed down, Morrigan carefully released her and asked again.

There was no answer; the other person simply shook their head weakly.

"Alright, I won't force you. I'll go back now."

With a wave of her hand, a black vortex appeared in the air, and her body slowly disappeared into it…

Sima Fuyun, in the southern part of the Yanhuang Empire, her name was known to everyone. Almost everyone who met her would consider her a dignified, elegant, and intelligent woman—a perfect woman.

She was the cool type who was approachable yet wouldn't easily engage with others beyond the bare minimum; those who knew her were aware of this. Coupled with her dignified appearance and talent, she was like a flower blooming in her old age. Because of this reputation, she was admired by people both inside and outside her territory, and her popularity soared.

However, in reality, she wasn't like that. Her aloofness towards those around her was because she wanted to hide her identity as the Blessed One of the Sacred Beasts and later the Master of the Xuanmen, and also because she wasn't actually very good at socializing.

But the real her was lonelier than anyone else, yearning for warmth from others more than anyone else. Like most young ladies of her age from wealthy families, she was simply a fragile girl. And the one who understood that girlish side better than anyone else was—Wisteria, her irreplaceable childhood sweetheart.

"Look, look, it's red!" "Yes, not just the hair, even the eyes are..." About seven or eight years ago, following her mother, who wasn't used to the Lingnan climate, Sima Fuyun moved to the Xiling Prince's Mansion.

At that time, her only memory was of being looked at strangely. In other words, the Sima Fuyun of her childhood was different from the one of now—back then, she was withdrawn, and coupled with her striking hair color and pupils, she naturally became the object of attention and discussion, while others simply couldn't understand her feelings of being treated as an oddity.

"Yeah...because I'm a monster with powers that aren't human...so it's no wonder I'm treated this way." When no one else was around, she would always tell herself this.

Over time, this dark thought was etched into her young mind that she could never have a normal relationship with anyone, until…

she met him. She had heard of him long ago; not only was he exceptionally athletic, but he was also a gifted student. His appearance was as cute as a puppy, perfectly matching her tastes in every way.

Despite these outstanding qualities, his somewhat awkward adopted status and the strange rumors surrounding his illegitimate birth made him somewhat unacceptable to those around him. In a sense, he was like her.

Furthermore, their first encounter was rather bizarre compared to the romantic notion of love at first sight.

Her first day in her new home happened to be New Year's Eve. Following her hometown custom, she planned to hang a note with her wishes on it on the tallest tree in the yard, but she accidentally fell.

In a moment of panic, a small hand suddenly caught her bottom, followed by another hand that rotated to lift her back and dissipate the force. While this was an effective method for rescuing someone who had fallen, the user was clearly not skilled enough, resulting in the person landing flat on their backside and falling face-first into the dirt.

"Hey, can you stand up?" However, the person was clearly unharmed and quickly got up.

"Huh?" It took her a few seconds to realize that the hand the boy had extended was to her.

So... this person helped me... She remembered that this was the first time in her life that someone outside her family had helped her.

"What's your name?" "Sima Fuyun... and you?" She already knew his name, but she still wanted to ask him in person.

"Wisteria." The boy's toothy smile was dazzling.

"Thump! Thump!" The sound of her heartbeat seemed to be right next to her ear. What was happening? Her heart was pounding so hard she could hardly look at his face. Could this be what they called love? No, how could this be? After all, this person...

she couldn't tell if he was handsome or embarrassing...

To be honest, she wanted to grab his hand and stand up immediately. However, the boy's muddy hands greatly thwarted her resolve. Waaah... her first love was like this... No! Unable to recover from the shock, she was thrown into chaos by her complicated and strange girlish heart. "Idiot...

idiot idiot idiot!" She pushed away the outstretched hand and then pounded on his chest.

"Hey, what are you doing?" "I-I'm telling you. If you're going to help a girl, can't you at least do it in a slightly more elegant way?" He continued hitting her.

"Huh?" "Anyway! Go wash your hands, please, please be a little cleaner... After all, you might become my first love..." Her voice trailed off, almost inaudible.

Waaaaah... What have I done... How could I say something like that to the person who offered my help?! After her impassioned outburst, she finally felt a strong sense of regret, her face flushed red as she secretly glanced at Wisteria.

Wisteria probably never dreamed she'd be lectured by the girl she helped; she stared blankly.

"Um, sorry. I... said such hopeless things..." She apologized hastily, almost in tears.

"Haha, what's wrong with you? Can't you make such a cute expression too?" The other girl suddenly laughed, as if she'd just thought of something.

"Huh?" "If you don't mind, let's be friends." "Huh! Ah, ah, ah, um... yeah... nice to meet you." This was their first encounter, and what made her recall it was the sudden urge to clean her room—this princess, who was known to suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder, had an incurable habit of cleaning her not-so-messy room whenever she had free time.

"I'll tidy up the bookshelf today." With that decision in mind, she carefully wiped away the dust accumulated on the bookshelf, and then, she found it: a ring tucked inside a thick book. The small gemstone ring seemed to echo her longing, stored deep within the bookshelf, placed in the most inconspicuous spot.

If she saw it again, the feelings in her heart might rekindle—she had once had to avoid this—because of the existence of someone who was her shadow, she couldn't decide her own love and destiny.

But now it didn't matter anymore; Sakura had become someone else, and like her, had given everything to him. And he came here this time to give himself the happiest answer.

"Thump! Thump!" What exactly is this? This feeling... something hot surged up from deep within her body, the palpitations in her chest were uncontrollable. The accelerated heartbeat was uncontrollable. The accumulated emotions overflowed like a runaway horse. "

But... that idiot has so many women around him, now..." Her body felt like it was on fire, even though she still seemed to be blaming him in her heart, she so desperately wanted to hear his voice, her whole body felt like it was aching.

Unable to suppress her surging emotions, she let herself jump onto the bed: "Zi... I like... I like you so much...

" Trying to cool down her feverish body, she hugged the long pillow tightly and rolled around, although she didn't understand what she was doing, she didn't want to understand.

"Shiori... are you there?" A female voice came from the door that wasn't closed properly.

"Huh?" Her thought process completely froze, and for a moment she almost had the illusion that the world had stopped. However, that couldn't happen in reality, and if time really did stop now, it would actually be a great help.

Her consciousness was pulled back to reality by the familiar address. There were only three people who could still address her like that. Yi Rou had gone back to the West, and Zi Teng couldn't possibly use a female voice, so the answer was obvious.

Noticing her infatuation, she blushed deeply. "Um, um, um, at least knock on the door, Miss Morrigan!" she shouted, taking a deep breath.

"No, how should I put it... well, I'm sorry... I didn't know you were busy..." Morrigan scratched her head awkwardly.

"Could you put it another way?" The ambiguous word made her very uncomfortable.

"Sorry... does that mean I'm fantasizing?" The wording had changed, but...

"It's too direct!" "I'm really sorry! So please! Please don't suddenly start a fire!

" It was no joke for the young Xuanmen sect leader to be so embarrassed.

Morrigan. Lozcast, this woman with a strange name and a tongue-twisting surname, is the former head maid of the Yzak family. She came to the East with Lux and, after her mother's death, has been taking care of Shiori in a motherly role under Lux's arrangement. Although she is a bit sharp-tongued and mischievous, she is a very important family member to Shiori.

Morrigan did not return with her after meeting with the senior management team of Fiari Heavy Industries last week. In fact, this is the first time Shiori has seen her in the past three or four days.

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