Chapter 173: cm tall, it’s so cute even though it’s so small.

She should have thought of it earlier—the cheater Hero naturally had maxed-out poison resistance.

The ultimate pleasure potion that nearly destroyed the once-prosperous elven civilization—the Emerald Potion—was probably no more than two short-acting sleeping pills to Joen.

The effect wasn’t that strong.

Joen had only slept for less than an hour.

Moonlight draped like a veil of smoke, silver frost illuminating the two on the bed.

The girl and the boy stared at each other in silence, only their eyes, brimming with various emotions, gently meeting between their faces.

The atmosphere was awkward and silent for a long time.

Finally, Liya couldn’t hold on any longer.

Her face was terribly flushed.

Struggling to muster the innocent, naive tone of “Lily” from before, she said awkwardly:

“…Friend… are you okay?”

“You’re Lily?” Joen’s eyes widened.

“…Yes.”

His face gradually reddened.

Liya admitted painfully.

“Did you turn into a human to repay your gratitude?”

As he spoke, a gleam of surprise and excitement flickered in Joen’s eyes.

“It’s just appearance…” Liya said guiltily.

“This chain dream is really nice.”

Joen laughed.

His words made Liya freeze.

“Dream? What do you mean?”

However, before Liya could react, Joen suddenly turned the tables and pressed her beneath him.

His somewhat rough right hand gently grasped Liya’s left hand, holding it intimately, fingers interlaced.

“I had a very long dream,” Joen slowly began, as if confiding, as if sighing, with a hint of the melancholy of waking from a dream.

“I dreamed… I secured a huge sum of disaster relief funds, finally allowing everyone to survive. The King was very grateful to me and made me the lord of two territories. I learned from Grandpa Constantine and ran the two territories well—peaceful and content, no one doing evil, no one corrupt. But until I died of old age, I always felt… Now I understand. This happiness seemed to be missing something, a faint regret.”

Joen smiled, then suddenly kissed Liya.

Liya’s eyes widened in shock; she wanted to struggle, but a scalding power surged from where their skin touched, rushing like a tsunami wave toward the Pleasure Mark on her lower abdomen.

She instantly lost the ability to resist, only able to endure his demands with flushed cheeks.

Soon, she turned into a puddle of mush.

“Lily, you know? The dream was very tiring, very fulfilling, but also very lonely. No one could talk to me, no one understood my thoughts. Sitting in that position was like being locked in a cage. They worshipped me, revered me, shouted ‘Long live,’ but I thought to myself: There will never again be a Lily to mess around with me, to wipe away the tears I didn’t usually dare to shed.

On the verge of death, I couldn’t be bothered with their scheming by my bedside. I only thought: Lily, Lily, where are you? Then when I opened my eyes, I saw you. A grown-up you. What a romantic and beautiful dream. Lily, thank you for turning into a human and marrying me. Even if it’s only in a dream.”

Joen gently untied the wedding dress on Liya.

The fabric that was removed melted into water and returned to Liya’s body… Now Liya’s mind was filled with those erotic fantasies.

She made a mournful face: ‘It’s over, I’m really going to get “opened”! What is this all about!’

But unfortunately, she could only play along with Joen, pretending it was a dream, not daring to tell the truth at all.

After all, “dream” was already the best explanation.

Any other explanation… would be far less suitable.

Halfway through undressing, Joen suddenly stopped.

He muttered, “Why is Sister Aili this mischievous even in a dream?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Joen flashed to the window, firmly blocking a certain sneaky figure who was invisibly holding a Magic Shadow Stone.

Ailita: “…”

“Will you leave on your own, or should I see you off?” Joen asked kindly.

Ailita clung to hope, or rather couldn’t bear to give up, so she continued to play dead.

She was also very confused about this situation, wanting to cry but having no tears.

According to the plan, Joen on the bed should have been unconscious, naturally having no time to care about whatever slow-motion she was filming.

But who knew why the plan always fell behind changes?

Joen didn’t have the leisure to be polite with Ailita.

He reached out and directly grabbed the back of Ailita’s neck.

“Hey, wait, Joen, we can discuss this. Don’t be so rough!”

Ailita spun in Joen’s hand like a pinwheel, and in the process displayed an astonishing range of facial expressions.

Joen suddenly let go.

Ailita was flung into the sky, turning into a shining star.

“Waaahhh—I will definitely come back!”

Liya vaguely heard her scream.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

Joen gazed at the direction where Ailita had vanished, feeling quite emotional.

Sometimes, the Elf lady was so mischievous he wanted to hit her, but after all, she was only playing pranks.

It wouldn’t be quite right to actually lay hands on her.

“As expected from a dream. That was really satisfying.”

Having driven away the uninvited guest, Joen quickly drew the curtains.

He turned around and stared at Liya, his gaze intense like fire, scorching her skin until it tingled and trembled.

Gulp.

A man and a woman alone, in the dead of night—she naturally knew what would happen next.

Liya swallowed lightly.

It would probably not just be “opening one up,” but also playing many, many “games”: first simple ones, then action-type, then management-type, and finally shooting-type.

After a few small cycles, there would be a transition through a dress-up mini-game, or maybe switch directly to a romance RPG, and perhaps even turn into a pet-raising SLG.

And for her, this would be an all-night-long “souls-like game”—endless bosses with fast and slow attack patterns, a stamina bar that was never enough, and CG triggered by frequent defeats…

Heaven knows how many minutes she could last against a boss that had been reverse-hacked with Wemod!

Yet, due to the Pleasure Mark’s effect, she couldn’t feel any disgust in her heart.

Instead, there was a strange, immoral anticipation.

As if this scene of a supreme strong man “falling and being humiliated” was some extremely delicious delicacy to the Mark.

“Lily, since tonight’s good dream is about ‘repaying kindness,’ can I do anything?”

Joen suddenly asked, his gaze lingering on her full chest.

Liya’s cheeks flushed slightly.

She hesitated for a long time, then closed her eyes and nodded.

“Friend… just treat it as a dream… Mm, anything is okay. Tonight, friend can…”

“Then can you shrink down once later?”

Liya was bewildered.

“Cough, I mean, a tiny Lily is also very cute.”

Joen’s face flushed red as he coughed awkwardly.

Even in a dream, saying such embarrassing things made him feel deeply mortified.

Thank goodness this was just a beautiful dream, and the one he was talking to wasn’t the real Lily.

He would rather take this strange desire to his grave than ever reveal it!

Liya’s mind inexplicably conjured that scene—Joen… and some strange images.

Her body trembled slightly, but for some reason, that wretched Pleasure Mark made her surge with many inexplicable emotions—not fear, but almost anticipation.

Gulp…

After swallowing, Liya nodded, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.