It contains all the beauty hidden in people’s subconscious, and also all the sin.
Those unspeakable, shameful desires that are tightly suppressed on a daily basis are released without restraint in dreams.
Since he could remember, Jiu Qiong’en had only had three erotic dreams.
The first two were hazy and indistinct, he couldn’t open his eyes, only had some vague feelings… probably because he had never seen, much less touched, a girl’s body.
Even up to now, the only one he had truly felt in reality was Lily.
Hot sand and wind scraped across the young girl’s snow-white skin.
Liya could no longer think.
The sinful flame brought by the Pleasure Mark devoured her.
She closed her pink eyes, forgetting all superfluous identities in her heart—Demon Lord, archenemy, Tough Guy… now only the most basic identity remained: a woman longing to be loved and invaded.
“Can I call you darling?”
Joen grabbed Liya’s two small hands that had nowhere to go, interlaced their fingers, and asked her expectantly.
“No… don’t…”
Liya struggled instinctively, but couldn’t muster much strength.
This man who had soundly defeated her and even made her unable to muster any courage to challenge him again had long become an insurmountable mountain in her heart, an inescapable nightmare.
Those fears… those lookings-up… and those reluctant feelings of inferiority… now all turned into trickling hot currents, rolling back inside her body, making almost every spot extremely sensitive.
She was proud and arrogant, and ambitious.
She was born in the First Demon Realm, rejecting and mocking the savage order of the strong preying on the weak in that sinful land, but she… also couldn’t suppress the Blood Demon instinct of “respecting the strong and despising the weak” in her heart.
Defeat meant submission.
She had long mentally prepared herself to give in to this invincible Hero’s every demand.
However, this Brainless Hero had never been presumptuous and had always been gentle with her.
“Then… can I call you ‘my lady’?”
Joen gently lifted the girl’s long, enchanting, pink-tinted white legs.
The most beautiful scenery in the world was fully revealed to him.
He longed for an identity to legitimately enjoy this beauty.
His voice was eager; even in a dream, he longed for acknowledgment.
Liya keenly sensed this mentality and felt speechless—at a time like this, he was still being wishy-washy, so frustrating…
Damn it, it’s all because of that cursed mark!
‘That’s right! It’s not this Demon King’s fault at all! Even if Joen messes me up inside and out tonight, I am still the toughest of Tough Guys!’
Liya actively wrapped her arms around Joen’s neck, leaned to his ear, hummed seductively, and whispered with extreme shame, “You can do anything you want…”
Joen brushed aside the hair by her ear.
The girl gasped, her reaction exaggerated, which made Joen a little afraid.
He hurriedly asked, his tone worried but also tinged with greed and reluctance:
“Does it hurt too much?”
Liya just silently pulled over the cotton pillow beside her and covered her face.
A tempting blush gradually rose on her collarbone.
“No… go ahead…”
The girl’s voice trembled slightly, like a lark in spring, every rising tone filled with sweet nectar.
‘This Demon King is not at all! Just watch! It’s just a small matter. This Demon King will never show any reaction that loses dignity! Absolutely! Not!’
A few minutes later.
‘As long as I don’t actively writhe, I’m still a Tough Guy!’
A few dozen minutes later.
‘If I don’t make pig-like squeals, that’s a success!’
Our army suffered a crushing defeat and retreated in chaos.
The moon was like frost, its white light spilling over the big bed, illuminating the girl’s undulating graceful curves.
Her full buttocks were like a rain-washed peach, glistening with a soft, moist sheen.
Liya was like a dead dog, disheveled and pitiful, lying limply on the edge of the bed, her jade body sprawled.
Meanwhile, Joen sat refreshed beside her, gulping down five big mouthfuls of cold tea.
“Thank you, and thank you for your dream. I’ll never forget this night for the rest of my life. Lily, you’re so beautiful.”
Joen’s eyes were full of reluctance.
Liya’s fingers twitched weakly, then she suddenly raised her head like a drowning person, breathing heavily in big gasps.
Her cheeks flushed, she lay limp for a long time before finally coming back to her senses, her eyes revealing complex shame and frustration.
…It was too terrifying.
She almost thought she was going crazy, and even, while begging for mercy, she called Joen the super-embarrassing title of “Attack Speed Buff 100%.”
Her numb, limp body trembled slightly.
She pressed her red lips tightly together, and a strong anger and frustration suddenly surged in her heart—everything that had just happened was like trampling her dignity into the ground again and again.
‘Damn it… Do I have to be numerically crushed even in this by the little virgin Hero and admit defeat to him?’
Even if you have super high stats like armor-piercing naval guns, don’t underestimate the Demon King’s experienced driver skills and high-level mechanics!
Liya lifted her head slightly, silently gazing at the Hero’s back.
In an instant, her fighting spirit was restored.
Now, this was no longer a “small matter,” but a war staking the dignity of the title “Tough Guy”!
Ripples spread; the liquid magic power in Liya’s body quietly flowed, and her appearance changed again.
Her originally pure and lively delicate features seemed to suddenly age ten years, becoming mature and seductive like a young wife, exuding a faintly teasing spring charm.
The most significant change was her figure—her already full breasts became even more plump and swollen, like two ripe papayas, exuding a heavy, coquettish charm like a “bad big sister.”
Her waist remained slender, but her hip line became plump and round as if after childbirth, and her thighs also gained some flesh.
Her whole body radiated a unique laziness and charm of a mature young wife.
A faint light flowed over her snow-white skin, gradually weaving into a thin, semi-transparent black sleep dress.
The hem was short enough to reveal most of her buttocks; the Pleasure Mark was half-hidden under the black gauze, the seductive pink pattern especially alluring.
On her plump, slender legs, she added a layer of skintight nude stockings, and over them, a layer of extremely alluring fishnet stockings.
She even conjured a pair of red-soled high heels that didn’t belong to this world.
To win, she would stop at nothing.
Boss Succubus Phase 2: Big Sister Mode, activated.
Liya softly hugged Joen from behind, encircling his powerful waist, her slender hand brushing over, her fingertips dancing along the contours of his muscles.
“Darling…”
She called out softly, full of seduction.
Joen grabbed those restless little hands and slowly turned his head, meeting the girl’s pink eyes that were thirty percent seductive, thirty percent provocative, and ninety-four percent longing and desire.
He was stunned.
He was sure he had seen the most breathtaking sight in the world.
No more words were needed, nor were more words necessary.
Joen completely indulged his instincts.
The moment the girl boldly offered her sweet kiss, their burning lips pressed together—
At that moment, Joen’s heart had nothing else, only her… and a future that definitely included her.
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