The Rebellious Jade King [Chapters 1-41 Complete]

Chapter 6, Forty-Eight Techniques for Fried Rice

"Uh..."
Although he hadn't slept soundly, his body still felt incredibly heavy.
The sunlight outside the window was unusually strong for a morning. Seth, who had initially raised his arm to shield his eyes, only remembered after a while that the window should open to the west. Seth was startled; didn't that mean it was already afternoon?
"Hmm..."
Something warm and soft stirred a few times in Seth's bed. He carefully pulled back the covers, revealing his naked lower body and a girl who should have had blue hair.
Countless dried white marks covered Jasmine's entire body, from her long hair and fair skin to the blue scales on her hands and feet, all bearing the marks of Seth's frenzy the previous night. Although Seth couldn't believe he had ravaged such a young girl, the bright red stains between her crossed, slender legs, a symbol of purity, proved Seth's "crime."
"I actually...with her..."
Seth suddenly felt like an incurable lolicon, feeling utterly unworthy of being human. However, recalling the girl's eager cooperation last night, he secretly convinced himself that she was willing, to offset his guilt.
Although they had just gone through many battles last night, the young "it" still greeted the afternoon with vigor. Jasmine, lying between Seth's legs, still held onto his penis with her small hands, a happy smile on her face covered in semen.
As Seth pulled Jasmine out, he noticed that the girl in his hands seemed to have grown a bit. A pair of small horns on her head were now peeking out from under her hair, but her originally flat chest remained flat, making her look only a year or two older at most.
Seth, completely ignorant of dragon ecology, naturally didn't know that last night's opening ceremony was a necessary process for Jasmine to cross the "dragon fetus" stage and enter the "young dragon" stage. With the change in her abilities, her form had also undergone its first mutation, but it might still be a long time before she could reach adulthood.
"Hmm?"
Jasmine, who had been dragged out by Seth, pouted unhappily, but still obediently let Seth carry her into the bathroom and give her a thorough wash.
"Mmm..."
Jasmine, having been doused with a basin of warm water, clung affectionately to Seth, her small, naked body rubbing against his arm. The slippery touch made Seth's blood rush to a certain place again. Jasmine
lay on Seth's not-so-strong arm, her blue eyes excitedly and greedily staring at Seth's penis, secretly licking her lips.
Perhaps it was the instinct of a predator, but Seth suddenly felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, and couldn't help but shiver.
Since the sun was about to set, there was no need to go to the maze, but animal instincts still urged him to quickly replenish some energy. Although he had spent most of the time sleeping, "irrigating" Jasmine was still a task that required a lot of physical strength.
"I want something to eat..."
Seth had barely uttered a word when Jasmine leaped into his arms with almost superhuman speed, her blue eyes gleaming with hunger and anticipation. Although she still didn't say a word, Seth already knew perfectly well what answer she had chosen.
"Then put on your clothes... no... or hide in the pot... no... oh no... how can I not be so conspicuous?"
Seth grabbed his already tangled hair, unable to think of any way to prevent acquaintances from thinking that this naked little girl who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere was someone he had kidnapped.
But Seth, a young man living alone, didn't have any little girl clothes for her to change into, and bringing a Chinese pot to eat with her was even more inappropriate. Besides, Jasmine would inevitably jump out of the pot anyway, which would only attract more attention. If she were discovered, even if she berated herself, probably no one would believe she was a dragon... After all, Seth was considered a dangerous person by the neighborhood, and who knew if he might lay a hand on a minor girl one day...
"You... sit here obediently and wait for me to come back."
Seth placed Jasmine on the bed, instructing her, and added before leaving, "If you move around, I'll throw you out!"
"Ah..."
Jasmine let out a soft cry, but didn't even turn her head to look at him.
Seth left Jasmine alone at home. Although he was worried that she might cause trouble, it was undeniably the best way.
"Sakura, please give me a two-person portion of takeout."
"Eating two portions? You'll get fat."
Sakura put down the two large bowls in her hands and danced through the narrow gaps between people. Although Seth was already familiar with this skill, the flowing hair and skirt as she turned couldn't help but make this impure man have some impure thoughts.
"I've been very active lately, I need to eat more to conquer the dungeon."
"That's true."
Sakura, her last thought, called out to the kitchen, "Two takeout orders, Seth wants them!"
There was no response from the kitchen, but the sound of spatulas never stopped. Seth had worked here for a few weeks and was very impressed by Sakura's father's ability to swing heavy pots thousands of times a day; he himself struggled just to lift a pot.
A short while later, two steaming bowls were slammed onto the counter by a pair of strong arms. Due to the limited number of staff, the cafeteria didn't offer delivery service, and only a handful of people in the entire city could order takeout like Seth.
Seth carried the bowls out the door, pretending not to see the countless barbed gazes behind him. Putting aside the fact that this little rascal had stolen "possibly" the princess's first kiss, just seeing how much Sakura valued Seth was enough to ignite a fire in one's heart.
Unlike Leanne's ethereal beauty, Sakura's beauty is more worldly, but this only highlights her approachable nature. Anyone can easily approach her, talk to her, and experience her beauty up close. Therefore, despite her young age, many have already secretly plotted to marry her. In this context, Seth, who has been very close to Sakura since childhood, naturally becomes a target. Fortunately, Seth is also known for being a notorious womanizer, so people aren't too worried that he might steal the adorable Sakura away first. As usual,
Seth bypassed the back door of the cafeteria and stepped onto the narrow passageway that could only accommodate two people side-by-side. This gap between the houses is a fire lane that every community has, and it's also one of the shortcuts to their homes. When Seth was a child, he even walked directly from his house's back door to the cafeteria's back door, but ever since he was knocked to the ground by Sakura's father's flying salt shaker, he never dared to take shortcuts into that battlefield-like kitchen again.
"Huh?"
Seth's gaze was suddenly drawn to something in the kitchen, and he stopped in his tracks.
A middle-aged man skillfully poured ingredients from a large bowl into an iron wok, stepped on the bellows pedal, and flames immediately engulfed the already scorching pot. With a flick of his left hand, all the ingredients in the pot flew into the air, and his right hand swiftly seized the spatula, managing to flip the unflipped ingredients in mid-air.
If Seth had seen this a few days earlier, he would have at most thought the man was a skilled cook, or perhaps added, "After all, he's Sakura's father." But after these past few days of sword fights and the constant threat of death at someone's hands, although his actual skills hadn't improved much, his eyesight had become incredibly sharp. Plus, since the tools he used were also kitchen gadgets, it was only natural that he would connect them to fighting techniques.
"Dad, what kind of move is that?"
Seth asked, sticking his eye through the ventilation window.
"Can't you see? It's just cooking moves, of course,"
Sakura's father said, his hands still moving, continuing to manipulate the two pans frying in front of him.
"No... I think your technique is a lot like... that mop-head swordsmanship of Buddha."
Upon hearing this, Sakura's father actually stopped what he was doing, glanced at Seth, and said, "So what? Can't I learn some swordsmanship to defend myself?"
"Then... can you teach me?"
"No!"
The father's reaction was unexpectedly strong, his oily black face glaring at him angrily, as if he had discovered Seth was having an affair with his daughter, he was just short of throwing the pan at him.
"Dad? Why are you shouting in the kitchen?"
Sakura asked, bending slightly, her chest resting against the counter.
This position allowed Seth, at a higher vantage point, to peer through the pink collar of her dress and directly at the subtle curves within. Although Seth had seen two completely different types of women's breasts in the past few days, Sakura's unconscious exposure still made his heart race, and his blood surged back to his groin.
"It's all because of this brat, he actually wants me to teach him swordsmanship."
"Then Daddy will teach him, wasn't Daddy a level 98 swordsman before?"
"Nine...ninety-eight!"
Seth nearly dropped the two bowls in his hands. He knew that a level 70 Witcher was already one in a million in this land, and hunters above level 90 were even said to possess the power to single-handedly fight an entire legion. Of course, Seth didn't believe his two "old rascals" had such abilities, but hearing that Sakura's father, an uncle he'd known since childhood, possessed abilities approaching level 100, it was hard not to be shocked. "Why
doesn't Daddy, who clearly has the abilities of a general in a great nation, become an official and instead hide in this small city running a restaurant?" Seth thought to himself.
"Hey brat, where are you looking?"
Sakura's father seemed to notice Seth's gaze and said fiercely.
"Ah!"
Sakura followed Seth's gaze and looked down, her face immediately turning red. Her little hands pressed tightly against her clothes, making her incredibly cute.
"Seth's a pervert!"
Sakura said coquettishly.
"Hey! Is the food ready yet? I'm starving!"
A loud, raspy shout suddenly came from the hall.
"Ah? Almost ready, please wait a little longer."
Sakura turned around and apologized. Her father continued his work, which had been interrupted by Seth, but still glanced at him and said, "Hey brat, if you want to learn, come over after closing time tonight, and I'll consider it."
Seth walked into the house excitedly carrying two large bowls, only to find Jasmine on the bed still in the same position he had left in, staring blankly ahead like a statue.
"Jasmine... what's wrong?"
Seth put down the bowls and asked suspiciously. Knowing her personality, Seth had expected to find her gnawing on the half-eaten table when he got home, so her current docile state only made him more wary.
"Ah..."
Jasmine didn't move an inch, only responding with a soft sound.
"Could it be... you can move now?"
Seth suddenly remembered what he had said before leaving, and as soon as he uttered those words, Jasmine instantly appeared in his arms, her small face rubbing warmly against his chest.
Seth, of course, knew nothing of the "shrinking earth" technique; since Jasmine appeared before him, there had been far more things that surprised him, and mere teleportation was nothing.
"Mmm... ah..."
Jasmine's large, light blue eyes sparkled with anticipation, her small body gradually warming as the embrace continued.
"This is bad!" Seth thought to himself. Although Jasmine looked incredibly alluring, once she got to him, forget about becoming her apprentice after the cafeteria closed tonight; he might not even be able to get up tomorrow.
"Jasmine, eat first. I have to go out for a bit tonight."
Seth grabbed the struggling Jasmine and dragged her to the table, half-forcing her into a chair. Fortunately, Jasmine didn't lash out and breathe fire to roast Seth.
"Dad, are you free?"
"What are you doing here so fast, brat? Come in and wash the pots!"
Seth, who arrived half an hour early, didn't receive his father's approval, only half an hour of chores.
"Dad... is this enough..."
Seth panted by the water tank, his mind already preoccupied with Jasmine hiding in the Chinese pot. If she hadn't insisted on coming out, he wouldn't be carrying a pot around in the streets at night.
Sakura's father silently walked into the empty cafeteria, plopped down on a wooden table, and said, "Let me make this clear first, if it weren't for Sakura, I wouldn't want to teach you anything besides cooking."
"Dad, why are you saying this…"
Sakura blushed and hid in the stairwell, still secretly listening to the commotion in the cafeteria.
"If I didn't tell you why I wouldn't teach you, you'd definitely be upset, wouldn't you?"
her father said. "But my decision might determine whether the world will fall into darkness again."
"Wait… Dad… I'm not some demon king, how could learning martial arts cause the world to go dark?"
"No… you might very well be a demon king, the demon king of the Central Desert, 'Baphomet'."
her father said solemnly.
Compared to the terrified Sakura by the stairs, Seth just wanted to laugh. If a demon king was like him, even a stray dog could be a hero.
"Back then, your two old folks and I went on an adventure together. We were lucky enough to meet some good companions. What should have been a normal trip turned into a bizarre grand adventure because of your father's words, 'If you're going to have an adventure, you should fight the Demon King!'"
The old man recalled the past events: "As we defeated more demons, our courage grew. Later, we decided to challenge the Desert Demon King Baphomet, who was quietly rising in power at the time." "
However, we were nothing in front of Baphomet back then. Later, the mage Rat and the priest Kenny used a 'Demon-Sealing Spell' to suppress Baphomet's magic power, and then the others took the opportunity to kill him..."
"That sounds so despicable."
"Since ancient times, which 'hero' hasn't been despicable when fighting a Demon King?"
The old man's dark face turned slightly red as he clarified: "You know, demons are the strongest beings in the world besides dragons. A demon with the title of Demon King may even surpass the power of dragons. If humans want to defeat a Demon King, besides overwhelming him with numbers and relentlessly attacking, are we supposed to kidnap his wife and force him to surrender?"
"In short, I saw Baphomet, on the verge of death after being fatally attacked, chant a few incantations, and a black light shot from his forehead into your mother's womb, who had collapsed on the ground. Later, we discovered that your mother was already pregnant before fighting Baphomet." "
I don't think I need to say more about who was born next,"
the old man said. "However, apart from me, everyone else said they didn't see anything... Although I don't think I'm seeing things, judging from your situation, perhaps I really did see wrong."
Although he felt that his father seemed to be mocking him, Seth's mind wasn't sharp enough to think about two things at once. What he was thinking about now was the voice that had appeared when his life was in danger.
"That... really was Baphomet?" Seth wondered to himself, but dared not say it aloud.
"That's enough of the old stuff. Now I'll teach you my own unique kitchen martial art, 'Forty-Eight Techniques
for Fried Rice'!" Listening to her father demonstrate his unique martial arts to Seth, Sakura, sitting at the back of the stairwell, didn't hear a word her father said. Her mind was filled with the stories she'd heard from her father and guests about the desert demon lord Baphomet—powerful, evil, possessing all the qualities of a demon. His great scythe was said to be able to destroy a medium-sized city in just an hour, and his powerful magic was unmatched by any human mage.
However, unlike other demons, he had no interest in gold or silver. The only thing that could arouse his desire was beautiful human women. In the few years since his appearance, he had plundered thousands of women, spending most of his time on them, one after another, without rest or fatigue.
After Baphomet was defeated, the girls' reaction was to cry loudly, because they were completely subdued by his lewd power. No man could match Baphomet's prowess, and no one could satisfy dozens of girls before spraying their semen like a fountain onto their fair, rosy skin.
Some of these scenes were Sakura's fantasies, but the reality was far more intense and lewd than she imagined, and far beyond what Sakura, a virgin, could comprehend.
"If Seth were Baphomet... would I also... ah... my body is so hot..." Sakura clasped her hands together in front of her chest, unable to understand why her body was suddenly burning up for no reason.

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"With you like this, how could I not be horny?"
Seth skillfully stroked the wet lips between Sakura's two jade-like legs with his right hand, causing Sakura to pant repeatedly. Her slender legs parted without resistance, and the slight trembling and occasional kicks indicated the pleasure she was experiencing.
"S... Seth... no... ah... I'm going to... come..."
Sakura struggled in Seth's arms. Soon, with a spasm, hot, fresh semen splattered all over Seth's hand.
"Looks like you've been trained quite well... even as a virgin, you can be so lewd..."
Seth praised.
"Seth... I... can't take it anymore... give it to me..."
Sakura moaned, Seth's fingers still playing with that spot, the tingling, numb, and itchy sensations coming in waves, then turning into an intense desire.
"Give what? How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me clearly?"
Seth grinned wickedly.
"Seth...you know perfectly well..."
Sakura's face turned even redder, partly because Seth's hand was kneading her half-naked breasts.
"Such a horny Sakura...you want this, don't you?"
Seth gripped his enormous "monster," slapping Sakura's smooth abdomen.
"Mmm...mmm...ah!"
Sakura screamed, as Seth didn't give her a chance to answer. His huge penis plunged deep into her untouched virgin territory, reaching its hilt in one go, aided by her overflowing juices.
Sakura's scream was immediately cut off by Seth's kiss, because he didn't like hearing girls cry out in pain. His interest lay in making the girl in his arms emit a mixture of shame, pleasure, and lewd moans under the invasion of his penis, and now he was going to make Sakura do just that.
"Ses... Seth..."
Seth began by thrusting violently into Sakura's core. Having deflowered countless virgins, he knew the principle of "a short pain is better than a long one," so even though Sakura desperately pushed him away, he still ravaged this virgin with overwhelming force.
"Ah... ooh... Seth... um..."
Sakura's moans of pain gradually weakened, replaced by waves of slightly lewd panting. The bright red bloodstains between her trembling thighs, pressed down by Seth, were gradually washed away by the continuously flowing nectar. Her still-childish face was covered with a layer of seductive glow, and her small hands, which had been pushing away, wrapped around Seth's neck, clearly experiencing sexual pleasure.
"Sakura... how is it..."
Seth stopped his thrusting and asked the girl with a wicked smile.
Sakura, who was experiencing her first taste of pleasure, realized that Seth had stopped moving and subconsciously twisted her waist to meet the penis that was still half-inserted into her body, but was immediately embarrassed by Seth's teasing gaze.
"I...I..."
In the end, Sakura chose to succumb to Seth's lewdness and her own desires: "Seth...keep...doing me..."
Sakura's soft, lewd confession made Seth's heart flutter. His penis throbbed a few times inside her, and after swelling again, it thrust into Sakura with far greater force than before. The huge tip kept forcing open the girl's tight honeyed passage, as if trying to draw out all the honey inside, exploring every inch of Sakura's virgin territory.
"Ugh...ouch...ah...no...Seth...ah...I bumped into...what...why...it's so strange...oh..."
Sakura shook her head, trying to shake off this first experience of pleasure, but her body, completely under Seth's control, greedily craved his caresses and thrusts.
Seth's hands rubbed her breasts, which were not large enough to be grasped in one hand. Although they were a little small, the feel of them was no less than that of other women, and the firm cherry blossom-colored protrusions on them were even more alluring.
"Seth..."
Sakura groaned incessantly, her face no longer showing any sign of pain. Seeing his opportunity, Seth lifted her slender legs, honed from his waiter's work, and placed them on his shoulders. He pressed his hands against her breasts from the outside, using these points as leverage to launch an even faster assault on the girl, who was now limp like a boiled shrimp.
Loud "slap slap slap slap" sounds echoed from their joined bodies, the violent movements bringing intense stimulation that completely stripped Sakura of her ability to think.
"Seth... ahhh... ooh... ah... ahhh..."
Sakura screamed, her body trembling with Seth's ravaging. Even if she tried to escape from above, Seth would pull her back, and besides, her body had no other way to escape except to be pushed upwards by Seth's thrusts.
"Ah... ah..."
As Seth's onslaught continued, Sakura's hands, which had been gripping his arms, now lay flat on the bed, clutching the sheets. Finally, even the strength to hold onto the sheets was exhausted by Seth's lewd piston-like movements, leaving her limp to the side. Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, allowing Seth to ravage her. A few strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks and skin, and the beads of sweat and the lustful fluid between her thighs had already soaked the sheets beneath her, making her look delicate and vulnerable.
Seth, who was ravaging this budding cherry blossom like a storm, saw that Sakura was about to collapse. After thrusting hard for another hundred or so times, he released his pent-up ejaculation, letting his thick semen flow into her swollen vagina. After ejaculating several times, Seth's playful side emerged, and he quickly pulled out his penis, letting the semen continue to splatter on her body.
The semen flew through the air, flying over the girl's upper body under the powerful pressure of his penis, hitting Sakura's cheeks. Her cute breasts and firm abdomen were also not spared the baptism of semen, and her fair skin was covered with mottled yellowish-white mucus.
Seth, holding his engorged penis, placed it near Sakura's bewildered face and said, "Sakura... open your mouth..."
As if by magic, or perhaps simply dazed by Seth's actions, Sakura actually parted her parched lips. As the enormous penis, almost too large to contain, entered her mouth, Seth's last spurt of semen also flowed into her mouth, moistening her throat.
"Mmm..."
As the penis left Sakura, she kissed the glans, clearly very satisfied with the "instant lubrication." Then, she opened her lips, which were still slightly wet with semen, and said, "Seth... you're so amazing..."
"No wonder... everyone was willing to let you... do it..."
"Everyone?"
Seth was taken aback. What did "everyone" mean? He had only just hugged Jasmine and Sakura.
"Look... everyone... all..."
Sakura struggled to raise her finger to the side.
Seth turned his head and saw that he was in a large, beautifully decorated room. Even more shockingly, the room was filled with naked women, all of them unconscious, yet all with the same expression of satisfaction on their faces, their bodies bearing the marks of debauchery and Seth's semen.
Several girls lay face down on a round table, their buttocks bearing red handprints, a stream of semen flowing from their wet vulvas, dripping down their long legs onto the chest of a girl bound in an inverted shrimp shape beneath the table.
In front of the French windows, two identical girls were tragically hung upside down, their long, black hair spilling onto the red velvet floor. Semen gushing from their vulvas flowed over their swollen, pregnant bellies, and their breasts tightly bound with rope. Even the vulvas stuffed into their vulvas seemed unable to stop the flow of semen.
Because the French windows were spotlessly clean, people outside could easily see the two human vases. Naturally, no one would be interested in the yellow daisies and roses inside.
Seth stared at the scene before him, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He might recognize a few of the girls, but he'd never even seen most of them before, especially the pair of black-haired twin sisters turned into vases. Judging
by the number of them, the amount of semen on them alone might fill a beer barrel, or even more. This was definitely not something a human could do.
"This... I did all this?"
Seth asked in a trembling voice.
"Yes... besides you, Seth, the Baphomet Demon King... who else could do this?"
Sakura said gently.
"Baphomet! Quick! Mirror... Mirror!"
Seth rushed to the mirror, not caring which girl he stepped on, only wanting to confirm that he was still human, not a horned demon.
The mirror before him shimmered with pure white light, making it difficult for Seth to see his reflection clearly. The light was also extremely dazzling, but he still struggled to open his eyes and look ahead. And then he saw… his own ceiling.
“Ugh… was it a dream?”
Seth gasped, still shaken.
“Damn it, I only have these weird dreams because I read that stuff before bed!”
Seth stared at the old, worn-out book on his bedside table.
Since returning from the cafeteria last night, Seth had been completely unable to let go of the Baphomet incident. So he opened the cellar, a place he had never cared about before, and searched through the mountain of books for information about Baphomet's deeds.
According to the book, “Baphomet” wasn't the name of a specific demon; it was the name of a clan. In other words, everyone in this clan, regardless of rank, was called Baphomet. However, the Baphomet of that time was clearly a powerful member of the clan, and a notorious rebel.
The book contained the testimony of a captured Baphomet demon who revealed the story of the Demon King Baphomet to humans in exchange for his freedom.
According to him, the Demon King's name within the Baphomet tribe was "Akahoi," meaning "Invincible." He was the strongest in the Baphomet tribe's history, having thoroughly beaten up his predecessor, the previously domineering Akahoi, even when he was just a child.
However, this child prodigy grew up to be extremely fond of women, especially human women. This made him incompatible with the demon race's goal of enslaving and destroying humanity; no other demon treated girls with such tenderness—though he would leave them exhausted in bed.
Finally, rejected by his tribe, Akahoi stormed out of the demon realm, stealing the "Yellow Dragon Iron-Slaying Sword," said to have once belonged to the Heavenly Demon King and hailed as the foremost of the Ten Great Iron-Slaying Swords, before leaving.
Then, as humans know, he went to the middle of the desert, drove away another demon entrenched there, brazenly made their homes his lair, and then plundered women from the land.
Such a journey naturally aroused the hostility of humans, but their defeat at the hands of those adventurers was largely due to bad luck. Who knew that during their previous exploration they would discover the ancient sage's demon-sealing curse created to combat the Demon King?
Seth, jolted awake from his dream, took several deep breaths before throwing back the covers and looking at the only connection between his dream and reality—his crotch.
A cute girl… or rather, a lewd dragon in the form of a girl was lying between Seth's legs, its small, scaled hands still tightly gripping his morning erection.
After a few days, Seth noticed that Jasmine seemed to really be feeding on semen. Even when she didn't eat, she never asked for food. However, once in bed, she would frantically suck on Seth's excessively large penis, greedily absorbing the white fluid that gushed out—whether using her mouth or her vagina.
But what surprised Seth even more was his inexhaustible desire and ability. Aside from being a little tired from Jasmine's "demands" at first, he seemed to become more and more powerful in the following days. No matter how much semen Jasmine wanted, he could ejaculate into her, and he could also drowsily confuse this strangely shaped, voracious female dragon every day, and the time it took was getting shorter and shorter. This ability, which all men envied, was the reason why Seth had been researching Baphomet for days.
"Am I... still human?"
Looking at Jasmine covered in semen, a bad premonition welled up in Seth's heart.
Walking through the maze's passages, Seth remained uneasy. He did indeed fit some of Baphomet's description, and coupled with his father's testimony, he might truly be a reincarnation of the Demon King. A growing unease, a fear that his consciousness might be replaced by the Demon King, grew until he bumped into someone.
"You idiot! Can't you watch where you're going?!"
"Sorry!"
Expecting an attack, Seth instinctively raised his ladle, but the other person didn't strike; instead, they walked around it.
Seth was startled, turning to look at the other person, only to find them staggering, their clothes tattered—clearly they'd been badly beaten. No wonder they weren't in the mood for bullying the weak.
"Uh, what happened to you?"
Seth asked, only to be met with a vicious glare and a reply: "You brat, you deserve a beating!"
"What?"
Before he could react, a clang rang out in Seth's chest. Luckily, the sword had struck a pot, but it startled him. Seth leaped back, wielding a ladle like skimming foam from ramen noodles to deflect his opponent's sword. Then, like peeling a radish, he spun the ladle along the blade and struck, knocking his opponent to the ground.
Before first demonstrating this kitchen technique, Seth had been skeptical of his father's claims, and even less convinced that these tricks, seemingly only suitable for passing a chef's license exam, had anything special about them. But after easily defeating several people, Seth had to admit that his father's skills were indeed effective.
To put it simply, martial arts are just combinations of simple movements. Ultimately, defeating an enemy requires a single blow; there's no need for connecting techniques or fancy tricks. His father's moves were based on this idea, transforming the most familiar movements into martial arts. This not only allowed for surprise attacks but also effectively shortened the user's time of hesitation when facing the opponent. Furthermore, since neither the moves nor the person exuded any murderous intent, it was difficult to predict their next move.
Fortunately, Seth had worked for his father for a while and knew the kitchen inside and out, thanks to countless slaps on the head from his father.
"Damn it, what the hell happened today? I got beaten half to death by a fierce woman for no reason, and now I've lost to a fried rice vendor!"
the man complained, lying on the ground.
Fierce woman? Seth paused for a moment. There shouldn't be any other women in this maze besides the fighting H-girl, right? Just thinking about that word made Seth feel better.
With Jasmine's absolute defense and his father's martial arts skills, Seth was increasingly confident in his abilities, but this insignificant confidence seemed useless against that "fierce woman."
"Kid! What are you doing here!"
A girl glared at Seth arrogantly. To be more precise, her attitude was like looking down on Seth, a worm in a mud pile, from the clouds.
The girl appeared to be a few years younger than Seth, dressed in a predominantly yellow knight's outfit. A single armor plate draped over her right shoulder, protecting her arm, which, while slightly muscular, remained rounded and delicate.
Her hands were resting on her slender waist. Seth's gaze followed the perfect curves upwards, landing on a pair of mounds of flesh that seemed bound by ropes within her tight clothing, desperately trying to break free. Between the two persecuted peaks, an alluring cleavage was visible, making Seth involuntarily want to reach out and touch them.
"What are you looking at!"
the girl seemed to notice Seth's inappropriate gaze and said angrily.
"N-nothing..."
Seth quickly lowered his gaze, only to be immediately captivated by those long, beautiful legs.
As if to seduce men, the girl wore only a pair of leather shorts that were so short they were practically invisible, revealing not only her entire thighs but also the subtle curves between her legs. This half-revealed look only served to arouse men's desires. Fortunately, Seth's gradually swelling member was hidden by the pot, so the girl didn't notice that the guy in front of her was fantasizing about her.
"Hey kid, what are you doing here?"
the girl asked, drawing her sword and pointing it at Seth's neck.
"I...I..."
Seth's eyes widened at the glint of the sword, and his courage immediately waned.
"I'm here...to...apply for a chef's job..."
Seth gave an answer that perfectly matched his appearance. A fool carrying a ladle and a pot looked exactly like a kitchen handyman.
"My specialty is fried rice. The wok is my bread and butter. Since I have nowhere to put it and I'm afraid of losing it, I don't bother mixing it up, so this isn't some strange outfit."
Seth was quite eloquent in his explanation of this skill.
"Hmph!"
The girl rolled her eyes at him suspiciously, and only after confirming that he did indeed look like a chef did she say, "This is the first time I've heard of anyone cooking here?"
"Yes, I cook for the guards."
"Hmm... that's true, go away, you're useless!"
The girl arrogantly waved her hand to shoo Seth away.
Seth turned around and was about to run away when he heard the girl mutter to herself, "I always thought this coward was no good, but why do I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..."
Hearing the girl's comment, Seth stopped in his tracks, and an inexplicable anger drove him to turn around and shout at the girl, "I'm a participant! Don't look down on me!"
The girl initially seemed startled and took a step back, then burst into laughter hundreds of times more unrestrained than a man's, sending Seth's arrogance flying into the air.
"You're a contestant? A contestant carrying a pot? What kind of contest are you dressed like that for... um... no... I remember now! So you're that ungrateful, clueless, shameless, and despicable guy! How dare you steal 'my' princess's kiss in public!"
"What do you mean 'your'?!"
Seth looked directly at the girl for the first time. Although he already knew she was a beautiful girl, only now did he have a chance to observe her closely.
The girl had an oval face with a slightly boyish air, and beneath her slightly furrowed eyebrows, a pair of large, bright eyes stared intently at Seth. Below her small, high-bridged nose, her thin, cherry-red lips were tightly pursed. Seth's gaze continued downwards, but what he saw was the metallic sheen of a sword. It turned out that while Seth was busy admiring the beautiful girl, she had already pressed the tip of the sword against his chest.
"Draw your sword!"
"Wait... I have a question. You're here, could it be... you're the Battle Princess?"
Seth risked his life to ask this question, and as expected, the other party's reaction was one of furious rage. She raised her longsword and shouted, "My name is Yuri! What's your name?! Draw your sword and fight me!"
Although Yuri was still full of anger, Seth felt that she was trying to hide her shyness, at least that was Seth's initial feeling.
"Wait... wait a minute... I didn't mean to... ouch!"
Seth hurriedly dodged Yuri's sword.
"Speak! I don't kill nameless people."
"Then... then you definitely can't say it!"
Seth was clearly determined to stay silent so he wouldn't die, but Yuri was no pushover either. She said, "If you don't talk, I'll cut off your hands, feet, and that stinky thing between your legs, and make you a human ball for the rest of your life."
"I... I'll tell you... my name is Seth."
"Alright, Seth, prepare to die!"
Yuri swung her sword, and Seth had no choice but to raise his ladle to block.
After parrying a few blows, Seth gradually calmed down and realized that Yuri's attacks were very orthodox chivalrous. Each of her strikes contained the force to shatter mountains and rocks, but because of this, her attacks became very linear. This might work on the battlefield, but it was clearly not the best method to deal with Seth, a king of escape with the instincts of a predator.
"Don't run!"
Yuri swung her sword again, but it no longer had the same ferocity, and each strike was weaker than the last.
Although he didn't know the reason, this change, which would be mistaken by someone who had studied martial arts for a feint, was simply an extremely good opportunity for Seth. Seth seized the opportunity, gripped the ladle handle tightly with both hands, and swung the ladle horizontally like chopping wood, the bottom of the ladle striking Yuri's full left breast solidly. With
a "smack," Yuri bent over in pain, and the longsword slipped from her hand to the ground.
"Ah... I'm sorry..."
Seth was startled; even he hadn't expected that he would actually hit her.
"What...what a joke! I actually lost to that lousy ladle..."
Yuri squatted on the ground, pressing her chest where she had been hit, her whole body trembling.
"Are you...alright?"
"Don't touch me! If I weren't so tired, how could I have lost to you!"
Yuri pushed Seth's hand away and stood up on her own: "Someone like you, I would never give up the princess to you! The princess's heart, body, breasts, and that place, they all belong to me alone!"
Yuri picked up her sword, pressed it against her chest, and forced Seth back with a look that seemed to want to devour her, while uttering this astonishingly bold statement.
"Huh? Could it be...that they're lesbians..."
Seth looked at Yuri's curvaceous back and couldn't help but imagine her and Princess Leanne naked and entwined in bed.
"Damn it! You'll remember this! You Chinese pot monster!"
Yuri turned around and shouted.
"What do you mean by 'Chinese hotpot monster'? I want real armor too!"
Seth only dared to shout these words in his head, lest Yuri come back and hack him to pieces. Defeating her earlier was largely due to luck, perhaps because, as she said, she was tired.
"Who is this lesbian woman anyway..."
Seth suppressed his fantasies and grabbed Jasmine, who had just escaped from the Chinese hotpot. Jasmine was now eyeing Seth's crotch menacingly.
"Jasmine, be good, get back into the hotpot."
Seth uttered this terrifying statement, but Jasmine pouted and sat on the ground, looking extremely unwilling.
"If you don't behave, I won't give you 'that' when we get home."
Seth acted like a protective father.
"Ugh..."
Jasmine pouted, stood up, and suddenly had something in her hand. Seth took it and saw it was a silver key.
"A silver key? I'm rich!"
Seth exclaimed excitedly, but then he realized that the key probably belonged to the girl named Yuri. Judging from its exquisite craftsmanship, it was obviously a key to something important. It seemed that whether he returned it or waited for Yuri to come back for it, Seth was in trouble again.
"Wait... a silver key... could it be the key to that door?"
Seth thought of the only exit in this maze, a door that was also silver. After several days of exploration and escape, Seth had a general understanding of the maze's passages. The maze's path wasn't complicated, but it was a closed space without an end. Apart from the main entrance, only that silver door seemed like the exit. But no matter what tricks everyone used, even magic stones, that door still stood unscathed in front of the contestants.
"If this is the key to that door..."
Seth half-forcefully shoved Jasmine back into the pot and ran towards the silver door.
Sure enough, the lock clicked open, and the silver door that had plagued all the contestants for days seemed to melt away before Seth's eyes after emitting a flash of silver light.
"Finally open, inside is..."
Seth peeked out and was disappointed to find that the scenery on the other side was exactly the same as this side—the same reddish-brown brick walls, the same dim lighting, the same maze-like passages.
"But... wait... does that mean... I'm the first person to pass through this door... haha... does that mean I'm the closest person to the princess now?"
Seth laughed smugly, but suddenly heard a shout: "The door is open! The door is open!"
"What! The door is open?" "
The door is open?"
"Charge!"
"Go!"
Before Seth could react, he was kicked in the butt, and the person who kicked him then stepped on him and charged to the other side.
"Whoa!"
Seth only had time to cry out before he covered his head and curled up into a ball, letting the thousands of people following behind trample over him.
Under normal circumstances, Seth should have died after being attacked by dozens of people's feet. However, Jasmine, hiding inside the Chinese pot, naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch her food source... or rather, her master become dirt under someone else's feet. A faint, almost imperceptible blue light shone through the pot and covered Seth, shielding him from most of the pressure.
Even so, the feeling of being kicked by hundreds of people was still terrible, especially since there was a blond jerk who deliberately stomped on him several times, even standing on him and laughing triumphantly.
"Damn it..."
Only after everyone had left did Seth slowly get up from the ground, touching his aching hands and feet, which were covered in countless footprints. He was surprised to find that they were actually fine, but he was still covered in dirt and had many cuts and bruises.
"Let's... go back for now..."
Seth assessed the situation. Even if he forced himself to continue conquering the dungeon in this state, he would only become a training target for others.
After taking a shower at home, Seth went to the cafeteria as usual. Although his father had told him that cooking would help him practice his martial arts, Seth was too lazy to cook.
"Ah! Seth..."
Sakura paused her smooth movements when she saw Seth walk in. For some reason, Seth felt that Sakura's attitude towards him had subtly changed since his father agreed to teach him martial arts, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what had changed.
"Um... we'll still have to share a table with someone today,"
Sakura said. Even though nearly half of the contestants had been eliminated in the past few days, most people were still staying in the city to see which lucky scoundrel would win the heart of the beauty. Therefore, the cafeteria's business hadn't worsened; on the contrary, it was busier because of the tourists who came to watch the excitement.
"Just don't sit at the same table as me and that mop-head guy. Seeing him makes me lose my appetite."
"Really? But everyone says you two sitting together look like you're doing a stand-up comedy routine, it's quite interesting."
"We look like we're doing a stand-up comedy routine..."
"Fine, this time you can sit at a different table."
Sakura said, "The other person is a beauty, aren't you happy?"
"A beauty?"
As soon as Seth heard those two words, he immediately followed Sakura obediently, but the person he finally saw at the table was a familiar face.
"You..."
"Chinese hotpot weirdo!"
Leaning against the table and sipping his drink, was none other than Yuri, the girl Seth had recently "groped.
" "You're the lesbian!"
Seth retorted.
"If you want to fight, go outside. This place is only for eating and doing stand-up comedy."
Sakura said.
"..."
Seth sat down, suppressing a bellyful of questions. Only after Sakura left did he ask, "You! What's your relationship with the princess?!"
Yuri calmly poured wine into her glass and said, "My relationship with the princess is quite deep. For example, we live together, sleep together, and, oh yeah! We even bathe together."
Each of Yuri's "together" was like a heavy attack on Seth, the last one being a massive shock that could reduce his life points to zero. Just thinking about his beloved princess sleeping with this lecherous she-wolf made him worry about Lennia's chastity.
"Princess... let's sleep together..."
Yuri looked at Lennia, who was only wearing a thin nightgown, and secretly licked her lips.
"Mmm... ah... Yuri... what are you doing?"
Lennia cried out as her breasts were groped, her small hands weakly grabbing Yuri's claws, but unable to escape her torment. Yuri half-forced Leanne onto the bed, her slender fingers skillfully reaching for Leanne's virgin territory. Of course... after tonight, she would no longer be a virgin.
"Yuri... ah... so bad... there... no... ah... it feels... strange... ah... um... ya..."
After a long while, nestled in Yuri's arms, Leanne, drenched in sweat, obediently called out the name of the person beside her: "Yuri... sister... Leanne... just now it felt like... I was flying to heaven..."
"Hehe... my lovely little princess... it's not over yet, tonight I'm going to keep you awake all night."
Yuri's hand caressed Leanne's skin, teasing her.
"Mmm... Yuri sister is so bad... I'll..."
Leanne, whose virginity had just been taken by Yuri, was intoxicated by her skills, her body and mind falling into that lesbian world where lilies bloom.
"Wow! My princess!"
"What are you thinking?"
Yuri asked.
"Ah!"
Seth snapped out of his daze, realizing it was all just an illusion. All that wasted space, and it was just a fantasy? Truly befitting a cowardly, delusional protagonist.
"Mind your own business!"
"Who are you talking to? Do you have a fever?"
Yuri leaned back slightly, afraid of catching Seth's idiocy.
"Nothing, just a strange feeling in my heart."
"Freak!"
Yuri offered a succinct conclusion.

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...

However, if Seth were to "bring" Jasmine out in public, regardless of whether she would cling to his stick again, her naked, childlike appearance would likely land Seth in jail first.
Putting aside Yuri and Jasmine's situation, Seth had to face a more pressing problem: how to navigate the remaining maze. Upon entering the maze, Seth immediately noticed the biggest difference between the first and second parts: the monsters were a level stronger.
He had only taken a few steps when a tarantula flew towards him, its disgusting hairy claws nearly drawing bloodstains on his face.
Although the name "tarantula" contains both "wolf" and "spider," it's actually more like a bat-like monster. Bats, however, lack the repulsive spider claws and the gaping maw that almost completely covers their heads—the very features that give it its name, "tarantula."
Seth, now entangled by the tarantula, immediately realized his attacks were utterly useless. No matter how fast the ladle was, the tarantula could easily dodge it, while Seth could only endure its attacks. If it weren't for Jasmine and the Chinese pot protecting him, Seth would have died a dozen times over.
"Damn it!"
Seth unleashed a weak strike, and the tarantula seemed to mock him, deliberately waiting for the ladle to get close before flying away.
"This is exhausting..." Seth dodged the next attack and thrust the ladle forward again, but his hand went limp, and the tip of the ladle, which had already pierced to the bottom, slid down and struck the tarantula's back.
Seth paused, suddenly remembering the saying "the back of one's eyes is blind." Since attacking from the front was ineffective, he might as well try attacking from other directions. This move was indeed very effective. The tarantula couldn't cope with Seth's turning attacks. Although each hit didn't do much damage, it was eventually knocked to the ground by Tang Ladle.
The moment the tarantula hit the ground, it turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished, just like other monsters. The monsters in this maze were clearly not real monsters, perhaps just illusions created by Westdria.
"Finally..."
Seth said, checking his clothes, which were almost turned into rags, with lingering fear.
Suddenly, a scream came from afar: "Ahhh! No! Help... me... ah!"
"Hmm... it sounds like a woman's voice... could it be? H-Princess?"
The thought that the owner of the voice might be the Battle H-Princess made Seth's fatigue seem to disappear, and he rushed towards the source of the sound in three steps at a time.
"No... I don't want this!"
The shrill, thin voice made Seth increasingly believe that the owner of the voice was a woman, and probably very young.
Turning a corner, he saw a burly man roughly grabbing a slender figure; visually, Seth assumed it was a woman.
"Blame this damn maze! I thought there were plenty of girls to choose from, but all I see are a bunch of men and monsters. Even opening a treasure chest has a guy hiding inside! It's a complete betrayal of my feelings,"
the burly man said. "So, I can't take it anymore. Offer me your asshole!"
"No! No, I don't want an asshole!"
"Asshole... Could she be... a man?" Seth froze, his Chinese-style wok slamming against the wall with a "thud," attracting the attention of the two people nearby.
"Ah! Help!"
The person, whose gender was unknown, immediately cried for help upon noticing someone. Even then, Seth still thought the voice sounded very feminine.
"No... I was just..."
Seth hadn't even finished saying "I was just passing by" when the other man grabbed an iron rod from the ground and swung it at him.
"Aaaaah..."
Seth strode forward, raised his ladle high, exuding murderous intent, then turned and ran.
"Huh? Uh! You little brat, you tricked me!"
The burly man was startled by Seth's shout and took a few steps back. Just as he was about to defend himself, he saw Seth running away with his back to him and immediately gave chase without thinking.
Just before Seth's head was about to be smashed by the iron rod, a dull thud echoed in the air, and Seth's ladle struck the burly man's face solidly, though inexplicably.
"This move is called 'Temporary Counterattack'!"
Seth said smugly.
"Wow! You're so strong!"
the boy said, leaning on the box.
After the burly man lying on the ground was teleported away by magic for emergency treatment, Seth carefully observed the strange man hiding in the treasure chest.
His neatly trimmed purple short hair gave him a sharp look, but it seemed odd against his delicate, almost feminine face. Beneath the brown cloak was a bright red adventure outfit. Although Seth had never seen such a flamboyant color scheme before, he knew perfectly well that this was not the normal attire of a mindless adventurer.
Overall, this "he," whose eyes shone with adoration, looked like a woman, whether he spoke or not. However, the greatsword he carried on his back seemed to tell everyone that this guy was indeed a man.
At least Seth had never heard of any petite woman being able to lift, let alone carry, such a greatsword whose blade was wider than Seth's hand.
"You are…"
Seth asked tentatively, but the "battle hentai" ultimately didn't have the courage to speak.
"I'm a contestant…"
the boy said timidly, probably remembering that contestants were also enemies, and after saying this, he shrank back into the treasure chest.
"Hey! Wait!"
Seth stuck his hand into the gap in the treasure chest lid, trying to outmuscle the boy. However, the boy's strength was astonishing; he managed to slam the lid shut, trapping Seth's hand in the process.
"Waaaaaah!"
Seth's scream sent dust raining down from the top of the maze, startling the boy who was desperately trying to close the lid. Luckily, Seth managed to save all ten of his fingers.
"I...I'm sorry..."
The boy peeked out from the chest, his eyes brimming with tears, looking at Seth, who was jumping and shaking his head, with complete innocence.
"You...you bastard..."
This time, Jasmine's strength didn't arrive in time, so two obvious bruises quickly appeared on Seth's hands.
"Waaah..."
The boy cried, making the furious Seth feel embarrassed to lash out.
Under Seth's persistent questioning, Seth finally learned that the boy who looked like a girl was named "Fairness," and was also a contestant, though he hadn't defeated a single person or monster yet.
"So... how did you pass the preliminary rounds?"
Seth asked curiously. Since entering the dungeon, Seth had increasingly felt that some contestants, especially those he had defeated, were simply not capable enough to defeat the preliminary guardian "Shadow."
"What preliminary rounds?"
Fairness asked suspiciously.
"It's about having big breasts... um... anyway, it's a test to defeat a guardian."
Seth didn't want to recall that memory and glossed over it.
"Guardians? How could you possibly defeat that thing? Besides, aren't guardians just always following the battle queens?"
Fairness used a question instead of an answer; he hadn't encountered that absolutely insurmountable "preliminary round."
"Damn it..."
Seth muttered in dissatisfaction.
"Seth... you're so brave..."
Seth was stunned; this was the first time since birth that the word "brave" had been directly associated with him.
"You actually... managed to defeat such a strong opponent... unlike me... I'm still... sob... still... sob..."
Fair sobbed, while Seth involuntarily took a few steps back.
"No... no... I haven't been taken advantage of... my virginity is still intact... and... I'm still a virgin in the front..."
Fair noticed Seth's reaction and frantically tried to explain, but when it came to the last word, Seth still vaguely hoped that the word "woman" would come out of his "cherry lips".
"Is... is that so... that's good."
Seth said perfunctorily.
"By the way, you've been hiding in this box the whole time, so how are you going to eat?"
Seth asked.
"Actually... this maze forces everyone out after sunset, and those who are sent out at that time can choose to return to where they were teleported out from the previous day through another magic gate the next day. It's said that if you break through a floor, there's an option to go directly to that floor,"
Gong Ping said.
"That's why... because I'm afraid to fight... sob... no matter what I do... I can't do it..."
Gong Ping sobbed, making Seth feel sorry for him, perhaps because it was the first time he had seen someone more useless than himself.
"Shut up, author, don't add lines that aren't in the script!"
"Huh?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing."
Seth said dismissively, "Can you come out? It feels weird talking to a box."
Gong Ping nodded and climbed out. Seth looked at his slender hands and feet, and a sudden lust surged up, but his rationality kept telling him that the guy in front of him was a man, and even if his clothes looked a little bulging, it was just a wrinkle in the clothes.
"What are you planning to do?"
Seth asked, suppressing his wicked urge to push Gong Ping down, forcing himself not to look at his pitiful, increasingly adorable face.
"N-no... I don't know..."
Gong Ping said, "Actually, I never had any intention of marrying a princess... I just hoped that I could become... the kind of 'ideal man' described in the labyrinth's instructions... But... I still... can't..."
"So... Seth, please do your best... and... come visit me occasionally..." As soon as
Gong Ping finished speaking, he swiftly hid in the treasure chest and slammed the lid shut.
"Hey! What did that last sentence mean?!"
But no matter how Seth called out, Gong Ping inside the treasure chest refused to come out. It seemed that the only way to get the Amaterasu Omikami out of the chest was to have Seth perform a striptease.
"I don't want my background to be covered in roses..." Seth muttered to himself.
Seth left the place with a belly full of strange feelings, but at this time he had no idea that his fate would lead him to cross paths with the strange creature in the chest again.

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...

Seth harbored serious doubts about the effectiveness of Lenneria's upgrade magic. Each time she cast a spell, he only sensed the fragrance of magical herbs, perhaps from the incense burners surrounding the magic circle; he felt absolutely nothing about becoming stronger. However, seeing her expectant eyes, he couldn't bring himself to admit defeat.
Besides, Seth himself felt he had become stronger, at least able to defeat enemies in the dungeon, though he wasn't sure how much this was related to Lenneria's magic.
"By the way, Princess… um… do you know someone named Yuri?"
Seth asked tentatively.
"Yuri? Of course I know her, we're very close!"
Lennia said, her words piercing Seth's heart. His lesbian fantasies from a few days ago seemed to be rekindling, but Lennia continued, "Yuri is my wet nurse's daughter, only a few months younger than me. She often comes here to keep me company. But recently, it seems she's been wandering into the maze… The other day, she came here rubbing her chest. I asked her what happened, and she said that after defeating over a hundred contestants, she was taken advantage of by some 'handsome guy who looks like he could make a woman faint' while she was exhausted."
"A handsome guy who looks like he could make a woman faint? Is he referring to me?" Seth secretly felt proud.
"Then… she said she also slept with the princess and bathed with her many times…"
"Oh dear, how could Yuri even say something like that?"
Lennia's face flushed, and Seth could almost see the lily garden behind Lennia in his eyes.
"Of course, that happened when we were little. We grew up together, like sisters. We played house, bathed together, slept together..."
Hearing Lennia's explanation, Seth's fantasies finally subsided. However, Lennia continued, "But we still often bathe together now, and chat in bed until dawn..."
"Princess, that's dangerous,"
Seth said. Sharing a bath with a lustful woman who might reach out her claws at any moment was no less dangerous for Lennia's chastity than a deer putting its neck in a lion's mouth.
"Huh? But... Seth, when did you meet Yuri?"
"Well... in the cafeteria..."
"Ah! Seth, you secretly went on a date with Yuri! You betrayed me!"
Lennia pouted. "That's right, Yuri is cute, has long legs, and a good personality. She's much better than me."
"No! No, we just happened to run into each other!"
Seth desperately protested.
"Really?"
Lennia glanced at Seth and suddenly asked, "But... Seth, do you think Yuri is cute?"
That lesbian woman is only cute on the outside. Seth recalled Yuri's appearance. Undeniably, Yuri was a stunningly beautiful girl; her looks alone could make most men want to kiss her. If Seth hadn't suffered at her hands, he probably would have said yes without hesitation.
"If it weren't for that personality..."
"Hmm?"
Before leaving Lennia's room, Seth still couldn't help but remind her, "Princess, please don't do anything dangerous. It will be more safe for you... um...."
Lennia hummed in agreement, but clearly didn't understand Seth's implied meaning.
"Next... to Westdria's room?"
Seth muttered to himself, just as he was trying to muster his courage, a white-bearded man with several guards behind him approached.
"Your Majesty!"
Seth quickly stepped aside to let the king pass, but the king stopped beside him.
"You are... the contestant who ranked 1,000th? Why are you carrying a pot?"
"Yes, my name is Seth."
Seth covered up the "pot" part, and fortunately the king didn't pursue the matter. "Um... Seth... I have a favor to ask of you."
The future father-in-law had a request, and the future son-in-law, Seth, naturally wanted to agree immediately. However, he then thought that he didn't know what kind of difficult problem the king would throw at him, and it might even be life-threatening. In that case, even if it was his father-in-law asking for a favor, he had to refuse with all his might.
"What is it?"
"Well..."
The king suddenly looked teary-eyed and said, "My little dragon is missing!"
Upon inquiry, Seth learned that the king had been raising a young fire dragon, and this chili-loving dragon had gone missing a few days ago.
“The previous times the little dragon went missing, it was always found in the chili bags in the food warehouse. However, since Mr. Westdelia created the labyrinth in the mountain, parts of the food warehouse, such as the wine cellar, have been drawn into the first level of the labyrinth. Therefore, it is highly likely that the little dragon was also taken into the labyrinth,”
said a woman who looked like a butler beside the king. She pushed up her glasses and continued, “But because there are contestants everywhere in the labyrinth, sending people down to search might be mistaken for enemies or harem members. And it’s impossible to ask Mr. Westdelia to undo the space magic now. Therefore, the best way is to ask fellow contestants to go and search for the little dragon.”
The king’s butler is so beautiful! I’m so envious… not to mention the king has a harem… truly a man’s dream. Seth was only focused on admiring the intelligent and beautiful woman in front of him. He didn’t care much about what she was saying. Anyway, it’s just a little dragon. He deals with dragons every day.
“Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will definitely bring the little dragon back!”
Seth said.
"Well, then I'll leave it to you... By the way, what's your name?"
"Seth."
"Oh, Seth, thank you."
The king's heavy mood suddenly improved, and he turned to the beautiful woman, saying, "Eve, let's go back."
"Yes!" The
beautiful woman named Eve waved her hand behind her, and the guards immediately changed formation, escorting the king away.
Go back... Could it be... Seth fantasized about a white-bearded old man undressing Eve in her blue and white maid outfit on the bed, thrusting his penis, twice her age, into her wet honey hole, and after countless piston-like movements, shooting his white fluid completely into her uterus amidst her screams of "I'll get pregnant," making her conceive a younger brother or sister for Leanne...
"Thinking about this kind of thing here, it'll be bad if I get caught."
Coming back to his senses, Seth pressed down on the Chinese pot. Luckily, the pot blocked his restless penis, otherwise, if he were discovered, he would at least be castrated.
"I'd better go ask Wisdria."
Seth walked towards the corridor leading to Wisdria's room. The corridor, which was usually bustling with people, was now deserted, with more than half of the contestants eliminated. There wasn't a single person in sight.
"Mr. Wisdria... I'm coming in..."
Seth pushed open the door, only to see a huge steel figure draped in Wisdria's robe.
"A... a Guardian!"
Seth stumbled back several steps, almost falling to the ground. "Mr. Wisdria... has become a Guardian?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wisdria's voice came from the iron giant.
"Ah! And you're still using Mr. Wisdria's voice!"
"...Never mind, wait a minute."
Wisdria stepped out from behind the Guardian and said, "Even the dumbest person should know what I need behind the Guardian, right?"
"This...this..."
Startled by the Guardian's words, Seth's courage automatically shrank back: "Why weren't there preliminary rounds for all participants?"
Wisdria glared at Seth and said, "Because we later considered that the preliminary rounds were too difficult and there would be too many losers, so we stopped holding them." "
But that's too unfair to the losers."
Having been a "loser" himself, Seth understood the pain of those eliminated in the preliminary rounds very well.
"I didn't realize you were so kind. That's true, but even without the preliminary rounds, you still have to defeat the Guardian and conquer H-Princess. If you can't defeat the Guardian, you might as well pack up and go home."
"That's...right..."
Seth, his gaze fixed on Wesdria, was gradually persuaded by her words, or perhaps some kind of magic. The crimson eyes beneath the black mask made Seth slowly accept her explanation, like an irresistible imperial decree.
"Then why is the Guardian here?"
Seth changed the subject.
"For repairs, of course. Fighting in the dungeon always gets them covered in dust and sand; if you don't repair them carefully, they'll break down quickly."
Wesdria said coldly, "If it weren't for some unruly scoundrels among the contestants, we wouldn't need to use it. How foolish, we could have spared their lives..."
"Ugh...how terrifying..."
Seth shuddered, finally understanding the bloodstains he'd occasionally seen on the ground. Just as Seth was about to back down, his nose suddenly detected a faint fragrance, similar to what he had smelled before. This time, he finally spoke up and asked, "Mr. Wisdria... are you wearing perfume?"
"Of course not,"
Wisdria replied flatly.
"But I feel like I smell something..."
"That's probably the scent of magical herbs. Some herbs also function as perfumes."
"Is that so?"
"Do you like asking so many random questions?"
Wisdria said in an unfriendly tone. "If it's not important, please leave."
"No... then I'll take my leave."
Before Wisdria could throw a fireball and blast Seth out the door, Seth wisely fled her room.
"Finally... gone..."
Wisdria hung the forbidden sign on the door, carefully locked it, and then untied the sashes of her robe, exposing her beautiful body to the air as the black robe slipped down.
"If I'm discovered... I'm completely finished... Ah... But it's so exciting..."
Wisdria stroked her firm breasts. Even without seeing it with her own eyes, she knew that her legs were already soaking wet, leaving a wet patch where she was standing, showing how excited she was when she was talking to Seth.
"Ah...so...comfortable..."
Wesdria leaned softly against the Guardian's massive steel shield. The cold touch didn't awaken her reason; instead, it brought her an electric-like pleasure.
Wesdria simply lay prone on the shield, letting her vulva rub against the metal edges, her beautiful face instantly filled with a lewd expression. Her once indifferent eyes were now half-closed, feeling the pleasure emanating from her body, allowing lust to temporarily override reason. At this moment, she wasn't the court mage of the Kingdom of Lendyken, but merely a girl indulging in sensual pleasure.
The girl panted, biting the purple cloak hanging from the Guardian's shoulder, her high, upturned buttocks being attacked from both ends by her own hands, lewd fluids splattering between her slender, snow-white fingers. In broad daylight, she indulged in masturbation in her room. Although Wisdria knew it was incredibly decadent, her body, having tasted the pleasure, wouldn't listen, constantly urging her to be more intense. Worst of all, even her will didn't oppose this request, colluding with desire to push her to the peak of lust.
"Ahhhhh...ah...no..."
The girl shook her head, her long red hair sliding smoothly across her fair skin. This was her only resistance to desire, though it was not even symbolic. Her body trembled as if controlled, her legs so weak they seemed about to give way to her light weight. Waves of tingling numbness rose and spread along her spine, finally culminating in a dazzling burst of orgasmic fireworks that shattered her consciousness.
The girl's trembling legs finally gave way, causing her to slowly slide off the shield. Her eyes, glazed over from the climax, shimmered with a moist light. Her hands, glistening with love fluid after being bathed in vaginal fluid, continued to tease her sensitive, bright red labia.
Still a virgin, she dared not insert her fingers into that tightly closed crevice, but this seemed to have no effect on her lust. Her hands skillfully caressed every sensitive spot on her body. Perhaps it was because her sensitivity was several times higher than that of ordinary people that she could become a lustful virgin in just a few days.
As long as the forbidden sign hung on the door, no one in this country dared to open the door of Wisdria, not even the king. Even the court magicians of the Kingdom of Endiken held such a position. Therefore, although this country was just a small border country, its reputation in the magical city of "Gisha" was very high.
However, in this time and place, this authority was merely a talisman allowing the wanton girl in the room to reach orgasm undisturbed.
"Celia is a monster!"
"I'm not!"
The little girl, surrounded by a group of children, loudly protested, her injured face glaring at them with aggrieved expression.
"How could she do something like that if she wasn't a monster?"
A boy pointed to a cracked rock not far away. "No one can break a rock just by bumping into it. Celia must be a monster!"
"Monster! Monster!"
the other children jeered. Although children are often seen as angels, when they become cruel, they can only be described as demons, as seen in this collective bullying.
"Waaah... I'm not a monster... I'm not a monster! Ahhh!"
Surrounded and with nowhere to escape, Celia cried, only to be met with ridicule, accusations, and stones from the others.
"I'm not a monster!"
Celia cried out in despair. Suddenly, a bright crimson light surged around her, and her equally crimson hair danced wildly in the light. Then, the rocks outside the red light began to crumble, and the entire mountain rapidly disintegrated under the red light. Uncontrolled magic, controlling the raging elemental forces, enveloped the entire mountain, then completely annihilated all living and non-living things on it—except for a red-haired girl.
"Celia...you've done this. This place can no longer contain you. Let's go to Gisha,"
the man said to the girl in the ruins.
"Ugh..."
the girl nodded, sobbing.
"Go to Gisha, learn how to control magic, become a mage...and then return to the Kingdom of Liendeken, where 'that one' entrusted you to me resides."
The man led Celia toward the road leading to Gisha, but Celia couldn't keep up with him. His figure gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving the girl facing a blank world...
"Damn it...I had this unpleasant dream again..."
The red-haired woman opened her eyes, propped herself up on her tired, naked body, and stared at the now pitch-black room.
**********
...

"By the way, Gongping has been here for so long, ask him."
"Seth..."
Gongping's eyes glistened with tears as he looked at him, moved. However, after hearing Seth's purpose, he said bluntly, "Seth... I... I've been hiding here the whole time, how would I know where the fire dragon is..."
"That... is true."
"But... since Seth didn't see it coming from that side, it must be from a deeper part of this area."
Gongping pointed to another passage and said, "I think I saw it when I came here before... there's a staircase going down... but I don't know where that staircase leads."
"Oh? Thanks." "
Seth... come visit me often..."
Under Gongping's instructions, Seth headed into the unknown maze. Although he had seen this passage before, he was always tripped up by Gongping, and his own memory wasn't enough; if he stopped, he would forget what he wanted to do. Therefore, Seth had never been here before.
"So... this is how it is?"
Seth ran desperately again, the mud under his feet splashing everywhere with each step.
Following Fair's instructions, he indeed found a staircase leading down, but as soon as he stepped down the last step, before he even realized he was surrounded by a green light created by strange plants, an extremely raw cleaver swung past his nose.
Seth jumped back in fright, only to see an old woman dressed in white mourning clothes, her entire body purple, licking a kitchen knife that rivaled the legendary weapon "Tetanus Sword," glaring at him menacingly.
"Purple... Purple Granny!"
Seth realized that the woman before him was also a legendary evil spirit, just like the Tetanus Sword. He immediately swung his ladle, but an evil spirit is an evil spirit after all; the ladle couldn't hit anything, only futilely passing through the Purple Granny's withered body.
Since he couldn't even hit her, Seth naturally had no choice but to turn and run. The Purple Granny immediately chased after him, brandishing her kitchen knife. The two of them ran around a huge cylindrical pillar, which was probably a staircase, on the damp mud.
This giant pillar had no top, and even if it did, it couldn't possibly appear in that hazy sky. However, Seth had no time to admire the scenery; just running away from the Purple Granny was already exhausting him.
Just before Seth was about to get tetanus from the cleaver, he finally saw the stairwell he had come down from. He struggled to push his aching legs up the stairs, ignoring the purple-haired old woman's angry roar.
"Good heavens! There are things like this? I'm not a priest or a Taoist priest, how am I supposed to deal with something like this?"
Seth gasped, still shaken. The purple-haired old woman seemed to be blocked by some invisible force outside the stairs; it seemed the monster couldn't get between floors.
Just then, a figure "walked" out of the wall, startling Seth again. Luckily, the figure didn't see him and hurriedly left.
Seth waited a while, making sure the wall-penetrating monster was gone, before cautiously trying to touch the wall.
Unexpectedly, in the middle of the wall, where the figure had emerged, Seth discovered a section that was empty, intangible phantom.
Seth went inside. Behind the wall was a long corridor, leading to a huge space. A large cabinet filled with giant chests and crates occupied most of the open space. Several of the cabinets had been hacked open, revealing the food inside.
Seth's first thought was of the food warehouse that the beautiful butler Eve had mentioned, and his second thought was why everything in front of him had suddenly turned red.
A powerful burst of flames shot towards Seth. If Jasmine hadn't managed to unleash her power in time, Seth's fate would have been far more than just turning into an afro-haired black man.
"Wh...what is that?"
After the flames subsided, a soft, pink object flew towards Seth, stuck to his face with a "smack," and then burrowed into his backpack.
Seth pulled out the creature, which was clutching a packet of chili peppers and chewing on it. Sure enough, it was a small dragon.
Although he had never seen other dragons, and this little dragon didn't resemble Jasmine much—in fact, they were completely different except for having horns—it was clearly more dedicated than Jasmine, possessing all the legendary characteristics of a dragon, unlike Jasmine who liked to disguise herself as a promiscuous little girl to deceive the world.
"This is the king's little dragon? It looks quite cute, doesn't it? Was that the fire it breathed just now?"
Seth, holding the little dragon, couldn't believe that the enormous flames came from this seemingly harmless little reptile.
"Ah!"
Seth's hand was bitten by the little dragon, forcing him to cry out in pain and let go. The freed dragon immediately engaged Seth in a fierce struggle. Although the little dragon had the ability to breathe fire, it was ineffective against Seth, who was protected by Jasmine. After several attempts, the little dragon simply used its not-so-sharp claws and teeth to fight Seth hand-to-hand.
"I didn't expect... you're quite strong..."
Seth said, panting heavily. The agile little dragon couldn't hurt him, but Seth also couldn't catch it.
"Pfft!"
Seth had barely finished speaking when the little dragon breathed fire at his face again. This time, however, instead of red flames, Seth saw Jasmine's long, light blue hair.
Perhaps dissatisfied with being repeatedly attacked by this strange creature as her food source, Jasmine jumped out of the pot and stood in front of Seth. The two dragons then began a battle between dragons.
If they were two adult dragons, Seth would have been reduced to ashes the moment they first met, and the maze, along with the entire Kingdom of Liendeken, would have accompanied him on his journey.
However, Jasmine and the little dragon were a lucky exception. Their battle was like an invincible shield meeting a useless spear. The little dragon's immature attacks couldn't harm Jasmine's powerful defense, while Jasmine had no offensive capabilities whatsoever. The scales on her little hands couldn't hurt the little dragon either. Thus, the two engaged in an extremely boring battle, witnessed by a nearly dozing Seth.
However, the battle wasn't entirely without its spectacle. When the little dragon bit Jasmine's chest or thigh, Seth felt a strong sense of lewdness—especially when the little dragon bit Jasmine's crotch and she screamed and pushed it away in her uniquely lewd voice.
Finally, the two dragons twisted together, lying on the ground panting, then immediately sat up, looking at each other. It was a pity they couldn't speak, otherwise Seth would probably have heard strange conversations like "Yours is hard" and "You're not bad either."
"Hmm? Big brother, what are you doing here?"
Just as Jasmine and the little dragon were sitting on the ground continuing their "fist-to-fist" exchange, Seth suddenly heard a soft, childish female voice. He looked up and saw that the owner of the voice was a beautiful little girl with golden curly hair, wearing a purple cloak.
"Appearing in a place like this, big brother, you're also a contestant? Then... Guardian, come on."
The golden-haired girl looked at Seth innocently, but the dark shadow that appeared behind her made Seth's legs go weak.
"Guardian... Real Guardian!"
Seth took a few steps back.
Since this girl possessed the Guardian's power, she was naturally the first-floor battle queen of the labyrinth. However, Seth didn't have time to ponder why Wisdria would appoint a little girl for such a lewd position. Facing the Guardian, the memory of being defeated by Shadow resurfaced, causing his hand holding the ladle to tremble uncontrollably. Could
something like this defeat this steel monster? Seth glanced down at the ladle and realized that Jasmine had already rushed into the pot while Seth was trembling, doing her utmost to protect her useless master.
As for the little dragon, without an opponent, it immediately climbed onto a nearby box, standing in a safe place to watch the show.
With Jasmine's protection, Seth's mood stabilized slightly, and he began to scout the enemy he was about to face.
This Guardian was much larger than the Shadow from before, clad in purple steel armor, with glittering gold protective gear on its chest and arms. It held a huge axe in its right hand, facing Seth with imposing power. Its overall color scheme shared many similarities with the little girl.
Without a word, Seth unleashed a flurry of seven or eight powerful blows with his ladle, each strike landing squarely, yet the guardian remained unscathed.
This outcome was hardly surprising; Seth's ladle was, after all, merely a light, blunt weapon. Against a guardian constructed of steel, the only options were to sever its power lines with a sharp weapon or smash its armor and internal structure with a heavy blunt weapon like a large hammer. Seth's ladle might be barely effective at knocking someone unconscious, but it was utterly useless against a guardian.
"Damn it!"
Seth dodged the Guardian's descending axe and turned to run.
"Only a real weapon can truly harm a Guardian..."
Seth muttered to himself. His backpack still contained a small dragon that had just finished eating a whole bag of chili peppers.
After Seth escaped, he discovered that the little dragon was just as fast as Jasmine, already scrambling into his backpack and feasting on the peppers. Perhaps a love of food is innate in all dragons.
Seth, traveling with two dragons, was astonishingly powerful, comparable to ancient dragon tamers. Even the strongest dragon tamers couldn't find a dragon like Jasmine, so in this respect, he had reached an unprecedented level. Unfortunately, Seth didn't experience it, and it wasn't something he could boast about.
Seth entered the weapon shop and miraculously found only Manami there.
"Manami, I want to buy 'real' weapons!"
Seth said bluntly. "Now you should have some, right?"
"Of course I have some,"
Manami said with a smile, "but I'm not selling them to you."
"Why!"
Seth protested.
"Because the way you wear a Chinese pot and hold a soup ladle is hilarious... no... it's really cool. I've never seen anyone who knows how to 'wear a pot' as well as you."
Manami teased.
"This is for survival! Not for you to laugh at!"
Seth yelled.
Probably not expecting such a strong reaction from Seth, Manami was startled by the yell, covering her mouth and standing there for a moment, her face and eyes turning red simultaneously.
"Okay... fine, I'll sell them to you..."
Manami said aggrievedly. Seeing this, Seth could only apologize hastily, but Manami just turned away from him. However, just before she turned her back to Seth, Seth caught a glimpse of a smile on her lips.
"Wait! You're messing with me again, aren't you!"
"Huh?"
Manami turned around, resting her elbows on the counter, and said, "Looks like the labyrinth really did make our idiot Seth grow up a little bit."
"Don't call me that nickname, sell me a weapon."
Seth waved his hand and said.
"Oh? Just a weapon? Then I can still watch you look so cool wearing a pot, right?"
"If you have armor, please 'really' sell me one!"
Seth placed his hands on the counter and said firmly.
Just then, a blue-haired naked girl about the size of a cat walked between the two of them.
"I think I just saw a naked little girl..."
Manami said, looking completely bewildered.
"You...you must have seen wrong..."
Seth desperately denied it, but he couldn't stop Manami's gaze, or Jasmine running around the store.
"Hmm?"
Jasmine excitedly jumped into each piece of armor, displaying her special ability under Manami's astonished gaze. However, after trying out all the armors, she finally returned to Seth's chest, hugging the Chinese pot and rubbing her delicate cheek against it. Clearly, the pot was better.
Later, Seth learned that for Jasmine, even among armors, she could only "live" in one of the plates. And no armor in the world could compare to the Chinese pot, which was made of "a piece of steel." Therefore, Jasmine, who was used to living in the Chinese pot's extra-large mansion, naturally looked down on all other armors.
"This...this is...Seth, you kidnapped this..."
Manami wanted to tease Seth, but looking at her special ability, she suddenly thought of a term and said in a trembling voice, "With...Sacred Armor Dragon!"
As soon as the words "Sacred Armor Dragon" were uttered, Jasmine immediately looked up at Manami, as if confirming her guess.
"How did you come to have such a treasure?"
Manami grabbed Seth's collar and pulled him up. Her superhuman strength, perhaps even greater than Seth's, left only his toes touching the ground.
"What...what treasure...Let...let me go...I'm dying..."
"Stop pretending!"
Manami shook off Seth and said angrily, "Armored Dragons are the most precious and rarest species of dragons. Any one of them is worth the value of a small country. And most importantly, Armored Dragons are the only treasures that can withstand attacks from dragons, demons, and even gods!"
Upon hearing that Jasmine was worth a country, Seth suddenly had an urge to sell this blood-sucking dragon, but this evil thought only lasted for a moment. He asked, "How do you know she's an Armored Dragon?" "
The word 'Armored Dragon' means 'possessing' or 'relying'. Its greatest characteristic is its ability to possess armor to enhance its defense. You can tell at a glance."
"However...I didn't know that Armored Dragons can also have humanoid forms...Seth, you haven't already...made a move on her, have you?"
Manami looked at Seth with suspicion, while the latter could only shake his head frantically, sweating profusely.
"No way! Even if she's a dragon, she looks like a child! You perverted lolicon!"
"It was her...she herself..."
Seth protested, forgetting to deny that he had "eaten" Jasmine.
"Never mind, she's not human anyway..."
Manami patted Seth's shoulder "sympathetically" and said, "Remember, protect her well. Even if you die, you can't let her be captured—except by me."
"You want to make money off her, right?" "
Weren't you here to buy weapons? Here's a sword, I'll only charge you 1000g."
Manami changed the subject.
Seth took the longsword. Although it was still quite heavy, it was still within acceptable limits. Without saying a word, he took out his money to pay and stuffed Jasmine into the pot. But before he even left the weapon shop, he heard two people arguing outside. Then, a large amount of hot red liquid, accompanied by a pig-like scream, splashed all over Seth's face.
"Murder!"
the onlookers screamed. Although only one person had been slashed in the arm, the scene was still horrifying. Soon after, guards ran over and took both the assailant and the victim away, leaving only bloodstains and a blood-stained longsword on the ground.
Seth was stunned for a moment. The first thing he did when he came to his senses was to crawl back to the weapons shop. Trembling, he said to Manami, "Do...do you have any weapons that...won't kill...people?"
"You have no guts. Things like this happen every day lately!"
Manami crossed her arms and pointed to the side, "There are practice weapons in that basket over there. Pick one yourself."
Seth looked at the basket of obviously cheap, dusty, and cobweb-covered junk. After searching for a while, he finally picked out a wooden sword in the best condition.
The wooden sword resembled a weapon called a "Japanese sword," longer than the longsword Seth had just bought, with a slightly curved blade. While not uncommon, the Japanese sword was so heavy that only a few major countries had its own sword-wielding units.
Seth guessed that this wooden sword, used for practice, was probably something Manami's family had bought to test the market, but it likely wouldn't sell and was thus abandoned.
"Ah!"
Seth had just turned around with the wooden sword in his hand when a blue figure snatched it away. For some reason, Jasmine was running with the wooden sword in her mouth, and Seth was chasing after her.
"Jasmine! Get down!"
Seth shouted at Jasmine, who had run up to the beam, but Jasmine just stared at him with wide eyes.
"Get down!"
Seth stretched out his hands, and upon seeing this, Jasmine cried out, "Ah!" and brought the wooden sword in her mouth straight down towards Seth's forehead.
Seth jumped back in surprise, his wooden sword piercing the ground. Jasmine fell, her flat chest slamming into the hilt, her entire body crashing into the sword.
With a loud boom, a torrent of dark shadows surged from the wooden sword, accompanied by mournful howls that filled the entire weapon shop.
Then, the darkness was torn apart by a blue flash of light. Jasmine's long hair danced in the light she released, and the intense demonic shadows vanished instantly under her divine power.
"The most fantastical species of Archangel Dragon, 'Armor Dragon'?"
Manami was both surprised and delighted. Although she didn't know how such strong demonic energy could exist within the wooden sword, seeing Jasmine's divine power dispelled any doubts.
"Mmm..."
After dispelling the demonic energy, Jasmine fell to the ground with a thud, then immediately ran into Seth's arms, nestling softly against his chest, her face rubbing against him, emitting sweet moans.
Seth knew this was a signal that Jasmine "needed" him, so he immediately picked up the wooden sword and ran away, forgetting to pay. 　　"Remember to give Jasmine to me before you lose your qualification or are about to die!" Manami's voice, as sweet as Jasmine's, carrying a disregard for 　　his
life
or death, reached Seth's ears. 　　********** 　　... 　　But the original story lacks plot points... 　　By the way, the outline for the sequel to Princess's Restoration (Paradise) is almost complete. As long as there are no major errors, it should lead to the ending (confetti). Of course... it's still very long... 　　And judging from this pace of twelve chapters per floor, the total length of *Rebellious Jade King* is approximately sixty-something chapters, around 400,000 words, plus or minus 400,000 words... xd! 　　＊ ...

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