ã€ŠNTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villainã€‹


 Chapter 1 Prologue: What Leaving a One-Star Review Can Do to You

    "Wait! Let me tell you something! Let me tell you something!""Shut the fuck up, you little perv! There's no bullshit excuse that'll make me believe you weren't ogling my wife's tits!"
    "Peasant scum! I gave you a job, a roof over your head, and most importantly, the honor of being in my glorious presence. And you repay me by eye-fucking my mother, you cock-brained idiot?!"
    "I should've ripped your eyes out the second you got caught! Guard! Get your sorry ass over here!"
    Before the Patriarch could even finish barking his command, the guard who'd caught Artis was already kneeling before him.
    But in the blink of an eye, the top half of his skull slid clean off like a fucking lid on a cheap jar, leaving his body to flop backwards in a gory splash of blood, as if his brains were just another thing that didn't know how to stay put.
    Everyone else in the room, aside from the furious lord and his equally pissed-off son, looked like they'd just walked in on their parents mid-fuck.
    Horror painted their faces, and the guy kneeling just a few feet from the slumped, headless guard knew damn well he was next on the chopping block.
    Not a soul dared to move¡ªhell, not even an ant dared to scurry across the floor. They all knew what this psychopath, one of the top ten bad asses in the kingdom, could do when he was in a mood.
    And Artis, oh, poor Artis, stood there with a dumbass look of shock plastered on his face, fully aware that he'd just signed up for the world's worst mistake.
    "Don't worry, you little shit," sneered the young lord, flashing a grin that reeked of arrogance. "I'll be taking good care of your dear mom and that tight little sister of yours. Real good care, if you know what I mean."
    The young master, who Artis had once believed was his savior¡ªor at least a buddy in their shared hatred of peasants¡ªsauntered over like he had all the time in the world.
    "Pray that you're blind as a bat in your next life, you worthless cockroach."
    With that, the young lord swung his sword in a brutal, vertical slice.
    The blade glimmered as it arced through the air, briefly casting an eerie glow in the otherwise dull room, before cleaving Artis in half¡ªhead to cock. The two halves of his body hit the floor with a sickening thud, spraying blood like some messed-up art installation, as a crimson lake began pooling beneath his remains.
    [To be continued...]
    ...
    "God fucking damn it! Did the author-san really just kill off the only guy with half a brain and some actual finesse in the art of perversion?"
    Axel yelled, tossing his smartphone behind him like it was a piece of trash. He rolled over onto his stomach, seething with rage.
    The webnovel he was reading¡ªwhich, let's be real, was total trash¡ªhad just offed the one minor villain with a bit of cunning and a truly noble ambition: getting into as many panties as humanly possible.
    Sure, everyone else in the story was just flinging powers around like crazed lunatics, but this guy? He had strategy. He had charisma. He had a lust-driven mission!
    But oh, no, that was clearly too much to ask in this ridiculous world. I mean, it was a Chinese cultivation setup, yet everyone had Western names and could shoot magic out of their asses. Yeah, it was a weird mess, but Axel had made peace with that. Until now.
    "Stupid bastard! Doesn't he know his readers loved this character? If he kills Artis, he's going to get backlash like a bitch slap to the face! God, what an idiot."
    Axel huffed, feeling that all-too-familiar rage of a reader who's just been denied his favorite trashy pleasure.
    In the world of this web novel, there was only one rule: Power.
    Whoever had it, ruled everything. Like, really ruled it. Take some of the kingdoms, for example. Here, if a dude wanted something, all he had to do was beat someone else in a duel, and bam¡ªhe'd win everything the other guy owned.
    We're talking villas, gold, shops, and yeah, even the poor guy's wives and daughters.
    Yep, you read that right. Loser's got a hot daughter? Well, too bad¡ªshe's now in the winner's collection. Winner could do whatever he pleased: take 'em as his personal harem, sell them off for a quick gold coin, or just keep 'em around as a status symbol.
    The whole setup was as brutal as it was ridiculous, and honestly, that's probably why this smut-fest of a novel was still trending even a year after release. Most trashy smut barely survives a few months, but this? It was like the cockroach of smutty web novels, impossible to kill.
    But honestly, the real secret sauce wasn't just the smut; it was the characters.
    Especially Artis, a sidekick villain with the sleazy charm of a snake oil salesman. The guy wasn't just some muscle-bound brute¡ªhe had strategy. And for someone whose primary goal was to get into as many panties as possible, he had a surprisingly dedicated fanbase.
    "You know what? I'm pissed. I'm really, really pissed. Time to hit this clown with a one-star review."
    Axel snatched his phone back up and immediately started hammering out the nastiest review he could think of¡ªstuff that'd make any mother gasp if she accidentally read it over her kid's shoulder.
    "...and that's why this story is absolute trash. Boom. Sent."
    He hit send with a smirk, hoping his scathing critique might knock some sense into that hack of an author.
    "Let's see if he can pull his head out of his ass before it's too late."
    Ding~
    He barely had time to savor the moment when a notification popped up. It was a reply¡ªfrom the author.
    "Huh? Did he actually respond?"
    Axel raised an eyebrow and quickly opened the message, only to feel his blood pressure spike.
    [C0cktimusPrime,
    Thank you for your kind review. When your little brother awakens, you shall explode.]
    "Huh?"
    "..."
    "..."
    "What the fuck!"
    "I don't even have a little brother! What the hell are you smoking, author? Jesus."
    Axel muttered, shaking his head.
    "God dammit."
    He didn't have the patience to respond, so he just tossed his phone behind him again. What was this guy's problem? Some mysterious internet weirdo, high on his own smutty delusions, apparently. But just as Axel started to let it go, his phone buzzed again.
    "Huh? Another chapter already? Damn, this guy's fast. Maybe he is regretting that decision."
    Axel mumbled, picking up his phone yet again. This time, he didn't hurl it¡ªhe settled down, getting comfortable as he opened the new chapter, curious to see if there'd been some kind of magical reversal.
    "Artis's mother, Juliana, looked at the mirror and sighed heavily. The towel wrapped around her body was barely clinging to the places that mattered, but even so, she felt no urge to admire herself anymore. She gazed at the reflection of the hourglass figure she'd worked so hard to maintain, her perfect curves that had once made her husband..."
    "God dammit! Another smut chapter!"
    Axel laughed, thoroughly entertained. He'd nearly forgotten all about his favorite character's untimely demise. As he read on, his little buddy started to wake up, stretching like it knew a good time was on the horizon.
    But then, out of nowhere, that author's creepy warning echoed in his mind.
    Gulp.
    "Oh, get the hell outta here!" he scoffed, shaking his head. "Like some pervy author who lives in his mom's basement has the power to curse me with voodoo. Dude probably hasn't seen sunlight in years, let alone magic."
    With that, Axel's grin returned, and he slid his shorts down, giving his half-awake little guy a pat.
    "Alright, my man, it's showtime. Let's see what this fine MILF Juliana's got going on."
    He settled back into the story, one hand on his phone, the other ready for action.
    "The towel came undone and fell to the floor, revealing every inch of Juliana's flawless body. She stared at herself in the mirror, completely shameless, her ample breasts standing proud, her nipples perky and inviting like the world's best welcome sign. She ran a hand over her smooth, pink¡ª"
    "Huh?"
    Axel felt a weird twinge in his growing erection, like it was trying to send him a distress signal. He frowned and looked down, but with the dim light in the room, everything looked like a shadowy mystery. He briefly angled his phone's screen toward his crotch like it might hold the answers to life itself, but nope¡ªnothing out of the ordinary.
    "Damn, am I just getting paranoid? Whatever, let's just wrap this up. My mom's gonna be home soon, and I really don't want her to catch me with my hand down my pants."
    With that, he pushed aside his unease and dove back into the smut novel.
    "Juliana's body was a masterpiece, crafted by a divine artisan. Every curve was perfectly sculpted, and her skin was so smooth that even a blind man would cum with just a single touch."
    "Damn, this crappy author might actually know how to describe a woman. At least that's a win compared to the dumpster fire that is his world-building and drama."
    He shrugged off the growing heat in his pants, focusing instead on the literary gold unfolding before him.
    "Suddenly, the door to the bathroom splintered, and there stood a figure. The young master..."
    "God dammit! This is after his death, huh? Is this some kind of plot progression? Is this when the real protagonist of the story notices the villainous young master and this clan? Whooo... fuck!! What is that pain?"
    Before Axel could even finish processing his thoughts, his member suddenly felt like it was being pinched by a thousand angry needles.
    A searing pain erupted from below, so intense that he couldn't help but let out a strangled cry. Grabbing his cock tighter only made things worse; it was now swelling like a balloon at a kid's birthday party. Blue veins throbbed angrily beneath his skin, and his shaft was slowly turning a concerning shade of purple.
    "Ahhh! Help! Fuck! Ahhhh!!"
    He screamed, panicking as agony surged through him.
    What the hell was he supposed to do? He shot upright, abandoning his phone as he clutched his throbbing crotch like it was a life preserver in a stormy sea. The phone tumbled onto the bed, its bright screen now glaring up at him like an accusing ghost.
    It read,
    "Suddenly, the door to the bathroom was splintered, and there stood a figure. The young master looked at her body from head to toe, licking his lips and said, 'Well, well, what do we have here?'"
    Axel, being a massive netori fan, suddenly imagined himself as the young master, the embodiment of every fantasy he'd ever had. In that instant, he felt an erection that wouldn't quit, completely oblivious to the chaos brewing down below.
    "Ahhhh! What is this shit? What's happening to me?"
    He wailed, tears brimming in his eyes as he grasped at the source of his torment.
    Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, a blinding white light erupted from the head of his cock.
    "The light of doom! What the fuck does this mean? Is this the universe telling me to cut back on the smut?"
    He blinked in shock, half-expecting some cosmic being to appear and lecture him on the dangers of excessive fantasy.
    But instead, he could only watch in horror as the light intensified, casting eerie shadows around the room.
    'Thank you for your kind review. When your little brother awakens, you shall explode.'
    "What the fuck! Is this real?"
    Axel stammered, his mind racing. He couldn't wrap his head around what was happening. But the pain was still there, a constant reminder that this was no fever dream.
    He blinked in disbelief at the glowing, pulsing, bulging cock head. For a moment, he was so entranced by the bizarre sight that he momentarily forgot the agony he was in.
    "What the hell is happening to me?"
    And then¡ªlike a balloon at a party that had been over-inflated¡ªPOP!
    The light head inflated to ludicrous proportions before bursting in a spectacular explosion. The entire room illuminated brighter than a supernova, as if a nuke had just gone off, bathing everything in blinding white light.
    But then, in the blink of an eye, it shifted to a vivid, shocking red, like a horror movie set gone wrong. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The next morning, Axel's mother's scream echoed through the neighborhood like an alarm clock nobody wanted to hear.
    "Axel! Oh my god, NO!"
    Her voice pierced the morning air, waking up every neighbor within a five-block radius, leaving everyone wondering if a murder had just occurred or if she'd finally found out about Axel's dubious hobbies.
    When the authorities arrived, they found the boy in a state that could only be described as catastrophic. His entire manhood had vanished without a trace¡ªlike it had been swallowed by a black hole or possibly abducted by aliens. Chunks and pieces were splattered across the room, transforming it into a grotesque abstract art installation that no one ever wanted to discuss again.
    And in all, the phone was still on, displaying the novel. What nobody had seen was the words on the display vanishing one by one, as if the universe itself was trying to erase the very existence of the tale.
    The new chapter about Juliana was completely gone, swallowed by an unseen force. The previous chapter of Artis's death had vanished, leaving behind a void of unanswered questions.
    The screen finally came to a halt at the moment where the guard was about to catch the minor villain, frozen mid-sentence as he was peeking at the Lady of the clan. It was as if time had stopped, the tension very thick, hanging in the air like a storm about to break.
    But just as the guard's hand reached for the door, the phone emitted a soft ping, and the screen flickered ominously. Suddenly, new words began to materialize, bold and menacing, the ink seeming to bleed from the very pixels.
    .
    .
    .
    Welcome to another gem from this venerable and highly talented author in the art of Dual Cultivation. I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Stick around and enjoy even more!
    By the way, feel free to leave your brain here. You won't need it for the upcoming journey!

 Chapter 2 Its Just a Dream, Right?

    Axel's hand gripped his little brother, which was spurting wildly like a garden hose someone forgot to turn off.His eyes snapped open, and just when he thought the pain couldn't get worse, it turned into something else¡ªpleasure. An intense, toe-curling pleasure that made him question everything. One moment he was in sheer agony, the next he was drowning in ecstasy.
    But when Axel's eyes finally focused on what was in front of him, his brain short-circuited.
    Standing¡ªor more accurately, sitting¡ªin front of him, was a woman who looked like she stepped out of the most sinful dream a man could ever have.
    She wasn't just hot; she was divine. Porcelain skin so flawless that he was sure even angels would be jealous, and that mature aura... holy fuck, it was like she was born to be worshiped. His knees almost buckled just looking at her.
    She sat on a small, circular wooden chair, butt naked as the day she was born, her perfectly rounded ass cheeks perched up in a way that would make any man lose his religion. She was casually applying makeup, as if sitting bare-assed in the middle of the room was just a regular Tuesday for her. Sear?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Axel could barely see her face, as she was sitting sideways, but what he could see made his cock stand at full attention, saluting this goddess in all her glory. Her breasts¡ªgood god¡ªthey were the perfect size, full and soft, complimenting her ass cheeks like some sculptor had spent a lifetime making sure every curve was just right.
    And those nipples... pink areolas, erect and begging to be touched, like little cherries on top of the most delicious dessert. Axel's hands twitched at the sight, desperate to reach out, squeeze them, maybe even suck on them like a starving man at a buffet.
    For a second, Axel was completely hypnotized by the view in front of him, his brain shutting down all critical functions as he marveled at the scene. Everything else¡ªhis past, his pain, his still-throbbing little brother¡ªfaded into oblivion.
    His entire being was focused on that goddess-like figure. He was lost, like a moth to the world's hottest flame.
    But then¡ª
    "You?!"
    A booming voice from behind yanked him out of his trance like a bucket of ice water to the face. Axel flinched, snapping his head away from the wooden window frame he'd been peeking through.
    His heart lurched as he realized he wasn't just casually ogling this heavenly beauty¡ªhe was in the middle of the most classic voyeur scene ever written.
    The woman quickly snapped her head in the direction of the voice, and in an instant, she was scrambling to cover herself with whatever dignity she had left.
    Axel's pulse skyrocketed as the familiarity of the situation hit him like a brick to the face. He knew this place. He knew this scene. The moonlight, the exact spot where he was standing, and that booming voice¡ªhell, it was the words straight from the damn web novel!
    "This can't be happening."
    Axel muttered, his blood running cold as it all clicked into place.
    This wasn't just some weird peeping incident. No, this was Artis's chapter. The one where the poor bastard gets caught red-handed by a guard and sliced in half for daring to peek at the Lady of the clan.
    "Fuck!"
    Axel's heart pounded in his chest as the panic set in.
    He turned his head slowly and, sure enough, there stood the guard, face twisted in rage, ready to rip him apart. Everything was happening exactly as it had in the novel. The dialogue, the setting¡ªit was all too real.
    'This must be a dream, right? Yes, this is a dream.'
    Axel's heart pounded as the guard glared at him with murderous intent, his voice booming like thunder across the courtyard.
    "You dare to peek into our Matriarch's room? Courting death, Senior Brother Artis!"
    The guard stood tall, clad in a black and red robe, the colors of the Crimson Sun Sect. His spear gleamed under the moonlight, sharp and ready to strike. Axel blinked in confusion, his mind scrambling to catch up.
    The guard raised his spear dramatically toward the sky, preparing for the move Axel knew all too well from the novel. Axel's pulse skyrocketed. He needed to think fast.
    "Wait! Let me tell you something!"
    Axel blurted out, desperation lacing his voice. He knew exactly how this scene was supposed to end¡ªArtis getting diced like a chicken, but maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to change his fate even though this is just a dream.
    But the guard's face twisted in disgust, his spear still aimed for the heavens as if gathering spiritual energy from the very stars.
    "You've been a real pain in the ass for us, peasant. Even though you held the prestigious role of being the young master's right hand¡ªthe one who was supposed to guide him toward greatness¡ªyou corrupted him. You turned him into a degenerate, a disgrace to our sect, and to my Patriarch."
    Axel's head spun. None of this was making any sense. The guard spoke like he had a personal vendetta, like Axel¡ªwell, Artis¡ªwas some kind of key player in the Crimson Sun Sect's downfall.
    "And yet, nobody disposed of you... until now."
    The guard continued, his eyes glowing with righteous fury, as if the weight of the entire sect's honor rested on this moment.
    Axel swallowed hard.
    'I'm so fucked.'
    The guy wasn't just delivering some guard duty speech. He was pouring his soul into this, genuinely pissed off at Artis's reputation, not just following orders. Axel had no idea what the hell Artis had done to deserve this level of wrath.
    'He called me Artis... and this is definitely Artis's scene from the novel, but...'
    Axel's mind raced.
    "I've never read this line before! Where's all this extra lore coming from?"
    The guard stood firm, his voice dripping with venom.
    "Grand Elder Pliny was right from the start. You're trash that needs to be taken out."
    "Pliny?"
    Axel muttered, confusion growing. He instantly recognized the name.
    'The pig fatty with a gut like a yoga ball?'
    Grand Elder Pliny was a character Axel knew well, but he had never connected him to Artis in the novel. Pliny was the brains behind the sect, always lurking in the shadows, advising the Crimson Sun Sect's Patriarch.
    The guy didn't seem like a threat on the surface¡ªmore like a bloated merchant than a fearsome cultivator¡ªbut he was sharp as a sword in the way he manipulated the sect's decisions. Even the Patriarch deferred to him for critical moves.
    But this? This was new.
    'What the hell is going on?'
    For Axel, Artis was always just a sidekick¡ªa minor obstacle in the way of the protagonist, who was written to be cut down like a weed. There was no deep backstory for him, no lore that tied him into the sect's inner workings.
    He was just a lackey, a thug meant to boost the protagonist's triumph. But now, standing here in Artis's shoes, it felt like there was more to the story than Axel had ever realized.
    'What if I'm not just dreaming? What if this is real?'
    The guard wasn't done.
    "You've corrupted the young master with your vile ways. Turned him into a degenerate, a scourge on this sect. The Grand Elder knew you were trouble from the beginning, but no one acted fast enough. Now, it's too late, and I've been given the honor of cleaning up this mess."
    Axel's heart pounded in his chest.
    'Corrupted the young master?'
    That wasn't in the novel either. The young master was a villain from the get-go¡ªalready a degenerate, already a disgrace. Artis was just his sidekick. What was this?
    "Look," Axel stammered, desperately trying to think. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not¡ª"
    "You dare speak, traitor?"
    The guard interrupted, his spear crackling with spiritual energy, glowing brighter with every second.
    Boom!
    A red flare burst into the night sky like a raging phoenix, lighting up the entire courtyard. The crackling energy from the spear's tip erupted into the heavens, spreading crimson smoke¡ªa battle call, a signal for reinforcements. In that single moment, Axel's¡ªor rather, Artis's¡ªheart sank like a boulder. He was royally fucked.
    "It's time to make this sect bloom once again!" The guard sneered, his voice filled with righteous fury. "And your death shall be the first step to¡ªaargh!!"
    Wham!
    Before the guard could finish his dramatic monologue, a fist flew from nowhere, landing squarely on his face. The impact was so fast, so brutal, that his body hurled backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the stone wall with a sickening crunch.
    Axel¡ªor should he say Artis¡ªblinked. He hadn't even realized he'd moved. His body reacted faster than his mind, instinctively throwing the punch. His eyes flicked down to his still-clenched fist.
    'Holy shit, I just knocked out a cultivator!'
    But this wasn't normal. This wasn't the Artis from the novel¡ªArtis wasn't supposed to survive this encounter.
    He was doomed from the start, a side character with no cultivation worth mentioning. Yet here Axel was, standing tall, adrenaline pumping through his veins, alive and very much not dead.
    'Artis didn't make it out of this one... but maybe I can. Screw the stupid author! If he isn't changing the ending, then I am.'

 Chapter 3 Turning the Tables

    The guard shook his head sluggishly, more out of surprise than pain. He hadn't anticipated a punch¡ªespecially not from someone like this. In his mind, catching this shameless peeping fool was a victory in itself.Axel, or rather, "Artis" as they all seemed to be calling him now, was notorious for being a bottom-tier menace with zero cultivation talent. Retaliating? Laughable.
    What could a talentless pervert like him possibly do against someone on the mighty first stage of Qi Refining?
    The guard's arrogance had left him wide open, too pumped up about bringing this sect-wrecking degenerate to justice.
    But now, lying on the ground and staring up at the ceiling, he had to reconsider. The dull ache spreading through his jaw suggested maybe¡ªjust maybe¡ªhe had underestimated this fool. Still, no matter. One punch doesn't change anything.
    "Y-you're dead meat! When the others get here, they'll¡ªaaarrggh!!"
    Before the guard could finish his arrogant proclamation, Axel¡ªchanneling every ounce of desperation and confusion he had¡ªrushed forward and delivered another strike.
    This time, his fist connected squarely with the guard's jaw, the crack of bone reverberating through the quiet night. The guard's jaw slackened immediately, leaving him with a grotesque, slack-mouthed expression, unable to form a single coherent word.
    Now, all the guard could do was make bizarre, unintelligible sounds, as if trying to chew through an invisible steak.
    Axel looked down at him, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He had just punched a Qi Refiner into making noises like a cow giving birth.
    'Holy moly! How the hell is Artis's body this strong?!'
    Axel's mind was racing. This guard was clearly stronger¡ªor at least he should be! Yet here he was, laid out on the ground like some rookie who had just eaten a fistful of dirt. How had this happened?
    Questions swarmed his thoughts, but they were quickly drowned out by a far more satisfying feeling. The thrill of that punch¡ªthe way it connected, the guard's jaw shattering like brittle wood¡ªit was... euphoric.
    'I could do this all day!'
    Axel thought, almost giddy. The power coursing through him, the feeling of dominance¡ªit was addictive.
    But his moment of triumph was cut short by the sharp bark of approaching voices.
    "Who's there?!"
    Axel's heart skipped a beat. He glanced toward the growing light in the distance. More guards were coming, and fast.
    'Shit.'
    He looked down at the guard, who, despite the beating he'd just taken, was stubbornly trying to grab onto Artis's white robe, his fingers brushing the fabric as he wheezed in pain.
    Axel's mind raced.
    'I can't leave him like this. He would recover soon¡ªand worse, he'd point at me the moment he could speak again. Even if there was no concrete evidence, suspicions would hang over me like a dark cloud.'
    It was clear as day. If Axel let this guard live, the healers would patch him up in no time, and he'd spill everything. The entire sect would be on high alert, watching Artis's every move like hawks.
    Axel couldn't afford that¡ªnot if he wanted to rewrite Artis's story. Even though this all felt like a dream, Axel knew one thing for sure: if Artis had any shot at surviving in this twisted world, Axel had to give him every advantage.
    After all, a longer life meant more time to watch Artis stir up some quality netori drama.
    With a grimace, Axel knelt beside the groaning guard, wrenching the spear from his hand. Despite the guard's higher cultivation, the punch had clearly scrambled his senses. His grip was weak, his resistance pitiful.
    "I'm rewriting this story," Axel muttered, gripping the spear tightly. "Not for Artis¡ªno. For me, the reader. I'm not letting this guy's death be some sidekick's footnote. I'm giving him a chance. And if it means a better future for me, well, so be it."
    Axel stood, pointing the spear at the guard's chest. The man flailed his hands, desperately trying to grab the tip, but it was no use. His strength was failing fast.
    "...I chose you as the stepping stone for a better future."
    Axel¡ªor rather, Artis now¡ªgrinned with a devious curve to his lips, stretched unnaturally wide. C0cktimusPrime had written Artis as a sidekick, a disposable minor villain, but a villain nonetheless. So, naturally, Artis had some villainous features to live up to.
    "Guards! To me!"
    Artis shouted suddenly, his voice filled with panic. His expression shifted flawlessly, fear plastered across his face as though his life was truly in peril. Acting came to him as naturally as breathing now. It must've been another perk of being a villain¡ªa flair for theatrics.
    He took a cautious step backward, then stopped, frozen mid-movement as a vivid memory flooded his mind. He remembered this guard's fate: the very same one who failed to gouge out Artis's eyes for peeking at the Matriarch's room was beheaded without hesitation.
    'Right, these guys don't play. They're all villains, ruthless to the core. And if they didn't hesitate to kill Artis, the young master's so-called 'childhood friend,' without a proper trail, then why can't they do it once more.'
    He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. If he didn't play this carefully, he wouldn't just lose Artis's body¡ªhe'd lose everything. No netori plots, no second chances. Nothing.
    Artis, or rather Axel in Artis's body, felt no regret for what he was about to do. Why should he? This was just a dream. And even if it wasn't, the guard was going to get him killed anyway¡ªover peeking? Seriously!
    Anyone would want to sneak a glance at someone like the Matriarch. So what if Artis got lucky and this poor guard didn't? Was that really grounds for execution? Absolutely not.
    "Forgive me, Mr. Guardman," Artis muttered, his tone almost casual, "but this is for the best... well, at least for me. I'll make it quick, okay?"
    The guard, still reeling from the blow to his face, didn't fully understand what was happening. But the way Artis's crimson eyes glinted dangerously in the moonlight made him gulp, fear gripping his heart.
    Artis knelt beside him, his hand reaching out slowly toward the guard's face. Instinctively, the man tried to jerk away, but Artis was quicker, grasping his head firmly with a grin stretching wide across his face.
    "If you survive this, I'm sure the healers will fix you up in no time. I know, I know," Artis chuckled darkly, "I'll be the last thing you see with those eyes... but hey, what can I say? It is what it is..."
    With that, Artis drove his thumbs into the man's eyes. The guard's broken jaw prevented any scream from escaping, leaving only the muffled, agonized sounds of a man realizing his fate far too late.
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    "What is it, young master? What's the matter?"
    Grand Elder Pliney, a man built like a stuffed pig, wheezed as he wiped the sweat trickling down his brow. His immense body jiggled with every step, his legs trembling under the burden of his own weight. Despite his limp, he stubbornly pushed forward, trailing behind the furious young master and a dozen guards.
    Pliney wasn't one for haste¡ªhis body wasn't built for it¡ªbut when an alarm cracker was set off, there was no time for leisure. The red smoke twisting in the air was a signal of urgency. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the crimson cloud rising from the sect master's courtyard.
    "Mother said someone dared to peek at her while she was changing," the young master growled, his face twisted in fury. His sharp jawline and long, flowing black hair framed his enraged expression. "And that alarm's coming from the same place. Whoever it is, I'm going to split that bastard in two!"
    The young master's anger was palpable. He could scarcely believe the audacity of someone in their sect. To peek at his mother¡ªthe Matriarch¡ªwas a crime beyond measure. Only someone seeking death would have the guts to commit such an offense. And when he found them, they would face the full wrath of his clan.
    Pliney grimaced, his heavy breaths growing louder as they approached.
    "Young Master, please... let's not be too hasty."
    He gasped, though he knew full well the young master would not be stopped. Whoever this peeping fool was, their fate was sealed.
    "Guards! To me!"
    "Huh?"
    A sudden shrill voice pierced the night air, catching the attention of both the young master and Grand Elder Pliney. The voice was unmistakable¡ªone they both found irritatingly familiar.
    "That... that's Artis's voice!" the young master exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with a strange mix of disbelief and excitement. "He's caught the pervert! Hurry, men! Move!"
    Without hesitation, the young master surged forward, his robes flaring as the guards scrambled to keep up with his swift pace. The promise of justice, and more importantly, the idea that Artis of all people had apprehended the culprit, drove him onward.
    But behind the fervor, Pliney's brows furrowed in confusion. His steps were slower, more deliberate, his portly body not suited for the frenzied chase ahead. Dabbing his slick forehead with a silken kerchief, he muttered under his breath,
    "What's going on here? If Artis isn't the one caught... then who?"
    He puffed as he half-jogged, half-waddled behind the cultivators, suspicion gnawing at him. Something didn't sit right. Artis, the pervert, had somehow turned the tables¡ªand that worried Pliney far more than he cared to admit.

 Chapter 4 Changing Words [1]

    "What's happening here?!"The young master barked as he stormed up to the scene, his sharp eyes narrowing at the sight of the guard lying on the ground, eyes gouged out, blood staining the dirt beneath him.
    Axel¡ªor rather, Artis¡ªturned, schooling his features into one of righteous indignation.
    "Young master, you won't believe this! This fool thought he could peek at the Matriarch while she changed. But I caught him red-handed. If I hadn't, this traitor would've gotten a good look at the Matriarch's heavenly body."
    Axel's voice dripped with disgust, though inwardly, he was congratulating himself for his flawless performance.
    'Superior acting, check.'
    After all, this was his chance to save Artis and tweak the narrative a bit. Why not add a little spice? He knew this author loved dragging out the romantic tension, so giving Artis a few wins with the ladies would only make things more entertaining.
    "So this is the bastard my mother told me about?"
    The young master growled, cracking his neck, a menacing light flickering in his eyes.
    "The one who's been constantly peeping at her? Filthy vermin!"
    Axel blinked.
    'Constantly peeping? That was never in the novel...'
    He felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck.
    'This script is changing way too fast.'
    Artis gulped, stepping back instinctively.
    "Y-Young Master, let's not be too hasty. What if there's been a misunderstanding? Losing a man now, especially one trained in the sect, would be a complete waste."
    Pliney interrupted, waddling up with a nervous chuckle, his diplomatic tone faltering under the intensity of the situation. His eyes darted between the unconscious guard and the furious young master.
    "We can't afford to lose manpower, not with tensions between sects running high."
    Axel smirked inwardly.
    'Poor Pliney, always the voice of reason. But I have to finish this before this guy wakes up. No way I'm letting Artis go down like in the original story.'
    "Are you calling Artis a liar, Grand Elder?"
    The young master's voice was low, menacing, his eyes narrowing like a predator about to pounce.
    Axel, playing his role to perfection, crossed his arms and raised his chin indignantly.
    "Yes, Grand Elder, are you accusing me¡ªsomeone who caught a filthy pervert peeping at the Matriarch¡ªof lying?"
    He made a show of looking deeply offended, glancing at the unconscious guard and then back at Pliney with mock outrage.
    Pliney gritted his teeth, his pudgy face turning an uncomfortable shade of red, but Axel merely smiled back, the smugness practically dripping off his face.
    "By saying we can't waste any more manpower," Axel continued, "and that killing this pervert isn't justified, you're implying that peeking at the Matriarch's naked body isn't a big deal. Is that what you're saying, Grand Elder? Are you suggesting her honor isn't worth defending?"
    "Y-you...!"
    Pliney's voice trembled with rage. His face flushed crimson as the accusation took root, and a few of the guards exchanged nervous glances.
    "How dare you accuse me, a Grand Elder of this sect¡ªsomeone who has guided the young master for years¡ªof such vile thoughts!"
    Pliney roared, but the damage had been done. The tension was thick, and the eyes of the young master were filled with something far more dangerous than mere irritation.
    Axel internally smirked. The trap was set. All that was left was to wait for the inevitable. The young master, with his temper already ignited, was about to explode.
    "Is that right, Grand Elder?"
    The young master's voice grew colder, his qi surging ominously.
    "Are you protecting this pervert because you think my mother's honor isn't worth killing for? Or... are you also one of those who dares to peek at her body?!"
    At that, the young master's qi burst forth like an overwhelming tide, suffocating the air around them. His killing intent was too much, pressing down on everyone in the vicinity. Axel had to step back, nodding to himself, satisfied with how well things were unfolding.
    'Yep, he's powerful, okay.'
    Suddenly, defying both gravity and dignity, Grand Elder Pliney knelt down with a heavy thud. His rotund belly jiggled as it hit the ground, and his golden chain necklace hung limply from his thick neck, giving him the unfortunate appearance of a real-life "Oink-Oink." Sweat trickled down his round, piggish face as he grovelled, his voice trembling with false humility.
    "This servant would never dare to utter such disrespectful words, young master! Please forgive this lowly one. This old man only seeks to protect the sect's reputation. If this incident were to spread, it could bring shame upon the clan. That is all."
    Pliney lowered his head further, so low that his double chin nearly grazed the dirt beneath him. Axel couldn't help but think,
    'What a damn good actor he is. The pig's only worried about saving his own ass.'
    The young master, his sharp eyes burning with fury, took a step forward.
    "So, my mother's dignity has no value? Is that what you're implying?"
    "No! Nothing like that, young master! What this humble servant means is that we should handle this matter quietly, without involving others. If word spreads, it may bring... unnecessary misunderstandings. The reputation of the sect could be tarnished."
    Axel clenched his fists, feeling the boiling anger rising in his chest. He saw through the elder's performance.
    'This bastard... he's just trying to save himself. He's protecting the guard because he thinks he can use him later. If that fool lives, Pliney can patch him up and squeeze the truth out of him. As if I would allow that. fu~ Fu~ Fool.'
    The young master, meanwhile, was deep in thought. His face showed a mixture of rage and contemplation, torn between punishing the traitor immediately or considering Pliney's words. Axel watched carefully, knowing that Pliney's plan was as transparent as glass.
    "There's nothing to think about here, young master. My brother-in-law caught this pervert red-handed. Death is the only fitting punishment for such filth. If you don't deal with him now, the others will start thinking they can peek at your mother and walk away, believing the men of this sect are nothing but cowards!"
    Chen, Artis' brother-in-law, stepped forward with a sneer, his words filled with disdain. He was married to Artis' 28-year-old sister, who, despite being a minor character, was described as a beauty¡ªbecause in this world, even the side characters were blessed with unfair allure.
    The young master's eyes flickered with cold fury.
    "What do you think, Artis?"
    For a moment, Artis¡ªor rather Axel, who now found himself deeply entangled in this bizarre reality¡ªconsidered his options. He glanced at the guard, a pitiful mess on the ground, barely conscious after the beating. The young master's gaze had shifted from Pliney to the broken man, filled with the hunger for vengeance.
    "You know me, young master," Artis began, his smile as wicked as ever. "Let's call the Patriarch and be done with this mess before word gets out. We can't let a scandal like this fester." S§×ar?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The young master's expression softened, but only slightly. He looked at Artis, then back at Chen, and a sinister smile spread across his face.
    "Yes... I agree."

 Chapter 5 Changing Words [2]

    In mere minutes, the unfortunate guard was dragged into the courtyard¡ªthe very same courtyard where Artis had once met his grisly end, split in two.Axel, now inhabiting Artis' body, instinctively touched his own neck, feeling a shiver run down his spine as memories of the character's demise flooded his mind. He took a deep breath, steeling himself.
    Standing beside the thrashing guard, whose arms and legs flailed helplessly, Axel watched as two other guards held him in place, their expressions indifferent to the condemned man's struggles.
    "Someone dared to commit this unspeakable act?! Does he not fear me?!"
    A deep, authoritative voice boomed across the courtyard. The voice carried a power that made even the air seem heavier. It was the Patriarch himself, a towering man of great stature. Even at 6'4", Artis¡ªor rather, Axel¡ªhad to look up at the patriarch, who stood just a bit taller, his broad shoulders radiating dominance.
    Axel swallowed nervously, watching the Patriarch's expression darken. This was a man whose very presence could make mountains tremble.
    "Father, there's no need for discussion. We should execute him now and be done with it. If word gets out that someone dared to peek at the Matriarch under your watch, we'll lose all the face we've worked so hard to maintain."
    Axel felt genuine surprise. The young master, who was normally portrayed as erratic, reckless, and drunk more often than sober, was speaking with a level of composure and calculation that Axel hadn't expected. Wasn't this guy supposed to be a fool, a perfect stepping stone for the true protagonist?
    But now, seeing him in the flesh, the young master seemed far more dangerous than the character Axel had remembered reading about. The cold glint in his eyes and the calculating way he handled the situation... this wasn't the erratic fool from the novel.
    The lines between dream and reality had long blurred for him. This felt too real, too immersive, and Axel found himself savoring every moment of the role he was playing in this world.
    "Losing face is one thing," the Patriarch's calm voice echoed across the courtyard, "but allowing any man to see me as weak for failing to punish someone who committed such an unspeakable act is unacceptable."
    Axel grinned inwardly. The Patriarch was falling into the web he'd spun. Everything was proceeding smoothly.
    But then, the Patriarch's tone shifted, more pointed now.
    "But tell me something, Jin... Why are this man's eyes gouged out?"
    Young Master Jin exchanged a brief glance with his father before turning his gaze toward Axel. The tension in the air was palpable, but Axel's expression remained unreadable, a mask of calm calculation.
    Seeing the silent exchange, the Patriarch shifted his focus to Axel, his deep voice filled with authority.
    "Why did you take it upon yourself to punish this man, boy? What right do you have to deliver judgment? He wronged my wife, so it is only fair that I punish him."
    Any other disciple would have knelt instantly under the weight of such a question. But not Axel. No, Artis¡ªor Axel as him¡ªwas not the same trembling lackey he once was.
    He didn't bow or lower his head. Instead, he raised his chin and locked eyes with the Patriarch, meeting the gaze of a man whose mere presence could crush others.
    "She may be your wife, my lord, but she is also my Matriarch. The one I swore to protect when I joined this sect. If any perverted dog dares to lay their eyes on her with lust, then I will make sure that's the last thing they ever see. And if their final sight is a heavenly beauty, then that's more than they deserve."
    Artis delivered the words with a fierce conviction that reverberated through the courtyard. Everyone froze, shocked by the audacity of a man who had always been on the lower rungs of the sect. Even the Patriarch, with his immense presence, was silent for a long moment, his eyes narrowing at the bold declaration.
    And then, the Patriarch chuckled. A deep, rumbling sound that echoed in the stillness.
    "Well said."
    The Patriarch's lips curled into a grin.
    "You did what others should have done. Your courage and loyalty to the Matriarch are commendable. I'm impressed. To think, someone like you, who always found themselves on the wrong side of trouble, would be the one to act so decisively."
    His chuckle grew, and soon, the rest of the guards and disciples followed suit, laughing nervously. Even Artis allowed a small smirk to cross his lips, though his mind was racing.
    'So C0cktimusPrime's characters really are as shallow as they seem. Just stroke their egos, and they fold like paper. What an idiot of an author, but at least the manipulation works.' sea??h th§× n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    In a world where power is paramount, inflating their egos is the quickest route to ascendancy. It's how one gets what they desire.
    'Do I feel pity for this guard? Absolutely not. Pity is for fools, and I am no fool.'
    The guard had been biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to see Artis disposed of. Whatever happened next, he brought upon himself. If someone seeks to kill you, you strike first. If someone plans to betray you, then you must be the one to betray.
    "My lord, may I have a word¡ª"
    "No. Not now, Pliney. This fool must be dealt with. I cannot allow anyone to think I am weak. If a junior apprentice like Artis can take decisive action, then it is my duty to respond accordingly. I am no coward. Jin, see to it that this is resolved."
    "Gladly."
    Young Master Jin flashed a toothy grin as he extended his palm. Chen, Artis's brother-in-law, swiftly unsheathed his sword and placed it firmly into Jin's hand.
    With the sword in hand, Jin approached the guard, a malicious smile spreading across his face as he turned to Artis.
    "You did well today, brother."
    "Anything for you and this family, Young Master. After all, I am who I am today because of you. This is the least I can do to repay you."
    "Good. At least you understand the value of gratitude."
    With that, Jin raised the sword high above his head, just as described in the novel, and brought it down with lethal intent.
    Here goes nothing¡­
    Axel braced himself as the blade descended, its metal glinting ominously in the moonlight. Artis's body jerked involuntarily, and he closed his eyes instinctively as warm blood splattered across his face¡ªthe blood that should have belonged to him.
    When he reopened his eyes, the guard lay split in two, severed from head to cock.
    A sinister smile crept onto Artis's lips. One might expect a typical 19-year-old from a peaceful realm, someone who had never witnessed the horrors of life, to be paralyzed with shock at the sight of blood and carnage. But that was far from the case.
    "This calls for a celebration! What do you think, Chen? Shouldn't we toast to this small victory for your brother-in-law?"
    Jin glanced back at Chen, who eagerly gave a double thumbs-up. After all, Artis had just dispatched a pervert who dared to peek at his mother. As a responsible future leader, it was only fitting to celebrate such a triumph.
    "Yes, Young Master. This is indeed a small victory and deserves recognition. I'll instruct the servants to prepare a grand feast for tonight. A feast worthy of the occasion!"
    The Patriarch nodded in agreement with Chen's proposal, his expression one of approval.
    ...
    From a distance, atop the Patriarch's palace, two sets of azure orbs were observing the scene unfold with keen interest. Both were in separate rooms, yet their gazes were fixated on the unfolding drama.
    One belonged to the mature beauty Artis had been peeking at. Clad in a flowing white robe that accentuated her curves, she watched the spectacle with a glint of intrigue in her eyes.
    Why was she so captivated? Because she knew the man who had just met his end was merely an innocent pawn, while the true serpent slithered away, basking in applause and accolades.
    "Ara ara, I will be watching you closely from now on, dear Artis."
    She mused, a wicked smile curling on her lips as she crossed her arms, her breasts lifting enticingly as she did so.
    In another room, a relatively young woman observed the scene with keen interest. Her blue one-piece dress clung to her curves, a sultry inheritance from her mother, accentuating her figure in all the right places.
    Perched on the windowsill beside her was a sleek black cat, its emerald eyes fixed on the unfolding drama below. The feline's gaze followed the three men as they walked away from the bloody spectacle, seemingly headed toward the tavern, while servants rushed to clean up the aftermath of the carnage.
    "This is fascinating... truly fascinating, don't you think, Rae?"
    The young lady of the sect mused, her fingers gently stroking the cat's velvety ear as it purred contentedly in response.

 Chapter 6 Meeting The Step-Sister

    Artis, Chen, and Young Master Jin reveled in the lively atmosphere. Artis kept his drinking moderate¡ªhe had his own reasons, after all¡ªbut sampled the fine sake and wine the tavern-turned-brothel had to offer.Despite the small crowd, the patrons were all under Young Master Jin's influence, making for an evening filled with music, dance, and reckless indulgence.
    Artis, however, had his own agenda. He poured drink after drink for Chen, ignoring the man's protests and feeble attempts to set down his cup.
    When Chen shied away from the advances of the tavern girls, Artis shoved them towards him, their enticing perfumes clinging to Chen's robes like an inescapable mist.
    "Come on, brother-in-law, don't be a coward! Be a man for one night and shake off that collar my sister's slapped around your neck."
    He said with a devilish smirk.
    But his actions weren't just for camaraderie or simple amusement¡ªoh no, Artis had his own reasons, hidden beneath that mischievous grin.
    'Camaraderie, my ass. I'm just giving Chen enough drinks to loosen his grip on that iron will of his... for speeding up Artis's 'bonding' with his dear stepsister. A little nudge never hurt, heh heh...'
    And it seemed his plan was working. Chen, thoroughly intoxicated, had thrown any semblance of restraint to the wind. He swayed in time to the tavern's music, hands wandering as he laughed and stumbled among the whores with uncharacteristic abandon.
    By night's end, Young Master Jin and his entourage bid their farewells, leaving Artis to escort a barely coherent Chen back to his quarters, nestled in the sect's outer court. There was a reason Artis's home was placed so far out, despite his close ties with the young master¡ªa petty matter, but a thorn in his pride nonetheless.
    "Damn, brother-in-law, our home is really out in the wilderness, isn't it?"
    Artis muttered, hoisting Chen's arm over his shoulder as they trudged along.
    "Y-yeah... far..."
    Chen slurred, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. He was so far gone, it was a miracle he could walk at all.
    "Come on, I'll carry you. Can't have my sister's husband face-planting out here in the mud."
    Artis said, lifting Chen with a grunt.
    "Sh-Shanks..."
    Chen mumbled, his gratitude nearly lost in the haze of drink as he leaned heavily on his brother-in-law.
    After passing through two imposing gates, Artis and Chen finally entered the outer court. Here, the houses were modest compared to the opulent residences of the inner court and the capital court beyond.
    Row upon row of similarly styled houses stretched out before them. Though lacking the extravagance of the inner court, the outer area was clean and well-kept¡ªno doubt maintained by those tasked with upholding the sect's standards.
    It was late, and most windows were dark, their occupants already resting or otherwise occupied. The moon shone bright and full, casting a silvery glow over the path and providing Artis enough light to navigate.
    He smirked to himself, his mind wandering to the two "beauties" he was about to encounter.
    'If the Matriarch is that gorgeous, I can't wait to see what her daughter¡ªthe so-called 'homely beauty'¡ªlooks like up close. Knowing the author, these two are bound to be crafted with all the curves and charms a degenerate mind can dream up.'
    He grinned, picturing all the possibilities. Soft curves, bouncing ass cheeks, and full breasts that might defy the restraint of any robe. If the author truly did his job, there'd be no shortage of temptation under this roof.
    With a final smirk, Artis stopped in front of the small one-story house. It wasn't grand, but it boasted four rooms¡ªenough to house a couple of beauties, and all the privacy he needed to investigate his new "family" a bit closer.
    "We're here, brother-in-law. Home sweet home. Just remember, your wife is a swiney little pig that no one would even bat an eye at."
    Artis whispered, giving Chen a conspiratorial nudge. The poor drunken fool was so far gone he probably couldn't tell a pig from a peach.
    "My shwife's¡­a little fig? Oh, Heaven's sake! I married a fig? A damn fig?"
    Chen slurred, wide-eyed, barely standing straight. His voice was a mixture of drunken wonder and utter despair.
    Artis smirked.
    "Yes, yes. You did."
    Why was he doing this? Oh, there was a reason all right.
    Flickering lights danced from inside the house, a sign that at least someone was awake. He hoped it was his stepmother and stepsister, eager to see how their evening would unfold.
    With one arm still holding up the wobbling Chen, Artis slid open the shoji door, a hush falling over the entryway. It was dark and quiet inside, the sort of silence that was either full of secrets or someone who might come out swinging.
    "No one wants to see your naked, sorry ass every damn day."
    Artis whispered, letting the words slur into Chen's ear. Chen cracked a lazy, crooked smile.
    "True¡­true, brother-in-law¡­"
    He mumbled, clearly too far gone to argue with his own ugliness.
    Artis quickened his pace, half-dragging Chen down the corridor, hoping they wouldn't bump into anyone.
    "Hell, even a stiffened cock would shrivel up if it had to look at your sorry ass."
    "Heh¡­heh¡­so damn funny¡­"
    Chen cackled, stumbling over his own feet.
    "Yeah, yeah, and remember the big, nasty word¡ªW.H.O.R.E. Stick that in your head for later, brother-in-law."
    Artis enunciated, his tone sharp as he spelled it out. S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    They finally reached what he could only assume was Chen's room. Artis took a steadying breath, knocking gently on the door, his hand trembling just a little as he did. His heart pounded; he was on the verge of meeting her.
    Through the shoji door's thin paper screen, Artis glimpsed a moving silhouette¡ªa perfect hourglass figure gliding closer, hips swaying like a promise. A moment later, the door slid open, and Artis's jaw nearly hit the floor.
    "Oh, for the love of Heaven¡­ Drunk again, is he?"
    The woman in the doorway crossed her arms, her dark, smoldering eyes fixed on them with an intensity that sent shivers up his spine. Her flowing black hair tumbled over bare shoulders, framing a face so radiant it was nearly sinful.
    Full lips were pursed in a mixture of annoyance and amusement, while her cheeks flushed with a healthy, irresistible red.
    But Artis's eyes didn't stop there. Oh no. His attention slid down, settling on the only thing she wore.
    Since this was, after all, a fantasy world dreamed up by a damned degenerate, nighties were apparently a thing here¡ªspecifically, the flimsy, see-through kind that left almost nothing to the imagination. And with the way the women's bodies in this world seemed sculpted by some god with a taste for perfection, Artis felt his breath hitch at the sight.
    The only thing she wore was a long, sheer white nightie that clung to her like mist. Every lush curve was visible¡ªthe dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, and, oh yes, those full, round breasts.
    The chest area featured delicate flower patterns, but the main flowers on middle of the either sides lacked buds. Why? Because her perfectly pink, perky nipples stood out proudly as the "buds," and they were just visible enough to make Artis's mouth go dry.
    He felt a tightness stir below, and it took every ounce of his willpower to keep himself in check. His eyes drifted lower, tracing the flat expanse of her stomach to where a delicate lace panty sat on her hips, as white as the nightie and almost as transparent. Below, her long, smooth legs stretched down like a tantalizing pathway to pure sin.
    If that lace had been even a shade more transparent, well¡­ heaven help him.
    'This is what heaven feels like. Pure bliss. My life is complete... and I'm probably going to die soon.'
    He silently thanked the author for this chance. After all, a virgin like him could only dream of being this close to a pair of boobs so heavenly¡ªsomething that existed only in fantasies until now.

 Chapter 7 Riling up a Pudding

    "Uhhh¡­ I'm sorry, sis¡­"She glared at them both, hands on her hips, breasts straining against the sheer fabric with each deep breath.
    "No. I told him not to get drunk, and here he is, reeking of it. And he's even got the audacity to bring his drunken face back to me¡­ sniff, sniff¡­ Is that perfume I'm smelling?"
    She leaned in to catch a whiff, but just as she did, Artis feigned a slip, pretending to lose his grip on Chen's weight.
    "Sister, grab him!"
    "Bastard¡­"
    She muttered, scowling as she reached over to steady Chen, letting out a groan as his arm slipped onto her bare shoulder. Her face twisted in disgust as she tried to hold him up, while her sheer nightie hugged every curve that Chen was obliviously pressed against.
    "Gently, shister. He's just a little drunk, 'kay?"
    Artis slurred, trying his best to look innocent.
    "Little brother, you little idiot. Are you drunk, too?"
    "Me? Nooo, not at all. Brother-in-law said it was just some¡­ fruit juice! He made me drink it, shister. Hehe, it was sooo tasty."
    "Your brother-in-law is going to get his ass kicked tomorrow morning."
    She muttered, struggling under Chen's added weight as Artis slyly loosened his grip further, forcing her to take on more of the burden.
    With her body pressed closer to steady Chen, her breasts inevitably squished against his side¡ªright where Artis's hand was "helpfully" placed. Her soft, warm flesh pressed into his fingers, and Artis had to swallow hard to keep his composure, feeling himself stir below.
    'So soft¡­so damn squishy. It's heaven.'
    It was, without a doubt, the first time Axel had ever felt anything like this¡ªlet alone something so perfectly plush.
    'No wonder this Chen guy is glued to her. Who wouldn't want to pin her down every day, every night? With a body like that, there's just no time to think about any other woman.'
    Artis's lips curled into a sly smile. An idea struck him, and with slow precision, he began to act on it. Sear?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Reluctantly, he slid his hand back from the heavenly pillows, feeling every inch give way as he withdrew. It was a sacrifice he didn't want to make, but for this little scheme, he'd make an exception.
    'I want to touch them. Oh, I need to feel them.'
    The thought pulsed through Artis's mind, igniting a reckless, wicked glint in his eye.
    With this resolve, he slid his hand up to Chen's arm, carefully pulling his brother-in-law's hand back from her shoulder just enough to make it seem like it was slipping. Artis made sure the movement was slow, enough to alert her that Chen's hand was about to fall.
    "Oh no¡ªooh¡­"
    She gasped, just about to catch his arm when she felt a firm, sudden squeeze on her ass cheek. Her eyes flashed, and she quickly grabbed the "fallen" hand, pulling it back up onto her shoulder.
    Meanwhile, Artis was in a euphoric haze, his heart racing as he savored the sensation under his hand. He'd taken a full handful of her soft, curvaceous cheek, her warm flesh spilling out between his fingers.
    The moment was fleeting but electrifying.
    In the blink of an eye, he slid his hand back, smoothly replacing it with Chen's, all in one swift, practiced motion.
    'Holy hell! I didn't know boobs could be this soft, or that an ass could be so damn full. Going to miss this once I'm out of here.'
    But instead of the outrage or even suspicion he expected, she merely straightened and continued walking as if nothing had happened. Artis felt a pang of frustration¡ªit was reaction he wanted, and he was determined to get it.
    Then, unexpectedly, she threw him a line.
    "Where's¡­ uh¡­ where's the perfume from?"
    She asked, stammering slightly. Her expression was carefully neutral, but Artis caught the hint of curiosity in her eyes. She might not want to look suspicious in front of her stepbrother, but she clearly smelled something womanly from her husband, and her intuition was stirring.
    "Huh? Oh, it's the WHORE¡ªuh, I mean, the scent¡­ from the bar, sister¡­"
    He slurred, making sure to emphasize "whore" before quickly backtracking, as though he'd accidentally let something slip.
    'Yes, yes. Fall in to the trap, dear sister. He he he.'
    "What? Whores?"
    She scowled, turning sharply to glare at Artis, her chest rising as she leaned in, eyes blazing with suspicion.
    But just as she uttered the word "whore" again, something in Chen's foggy mind clicked. Some choice words floated up through his haze¡ªwords he'd regret if he had even a sliver of sobriety.
    "My wife's a¡­ stupid fig...uh¡­ fig...no, no¡­ Pig. A fucking pig¡­"
    Chen mumbled, followed by a tipsy chuckle. His eyes were shut tight in drunken bliss, but his slurred words were loud enough to echo down the room, leaving both Artis and his sister wide-eyed.
    "Oh my god!"
    Artis gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth like a drama queen caught in a scandal. He looked at her with feigned shock, as if he couldn't believe any husband would dare speak that way.
    "S-sister, I-I think brother-in-law's just drunk! He truly loves you; he comes home every day just to see you¡ª"
    "N-no one¡­ hehe¡­ no one wants to see your s-sorry ass¡­ every day¡­"
    Chen slurred on, oblivious as Artis tried to play innocent.
    Artis couldn't help a smirk as Chen kept digging himself deeper, practically handing Artis the entertainment he'd been craving.
    "What the hell, brother-in-law? My sister's a damn beauty! Even lords and heavenly kings would line up just to get a glimpse of her. If they saw her¡ª"
    "Hell, even a stiffened cock¡­" Chen slurred, chuckling like an idiot, "would shrivel up if it had to look at your sorry ass¡­ hehehe¡­"
    Artis gasped loudly, clutching his chest in mock horror as if he were hearing the worst blasphemy in the realm. He cast his sister a wide-eyed look, acting every inch the shocked, innocent brother, like he wasn't the one pulling the strings, luring her temper closer to its boiling point.
    "Hmpf!"
    Thud!
    "Eeek! Sister! What the hell? Brother-in-law!"
    The woman had snapped, cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation. She shoved Chen hard, and, of course, Artis pretended he couldn't support him on his own, giving a subtle nudge as well. Chen toppled to the ground with a graceless thud, grinning stupidly up at the ceiling, his face red with drink as he mumbled incoherent nonsense.
    Watching his brother-in-law sprawled out on the floor, Artis barely contained his satisfaction. He'd gotten exactly the reaction he wanted¡ªand then some.

 Chapter 8 Mommy Dearest

    "Get this bastard out of my sight! I don't want to see him ever again. Get out! Hmpf!"With a furious stomp, her entire body jiggled like a well-made pudding, every soft curve in motion. Her breasts bounced, her ass cheeks jiggled, her tummy quivered, and her thighs rippled¡ªall in a rhythm that made Artis's breath hitch, his gaze fixed on the captivating sway.
    He was certain his cock was already hard as iron just from watching her storm off.
    "O-okay, sis¡­ okay. I'll get him out, I swear. Don't be mad at him, alright? He's just drunk and¡­ he won't say those things again."
    Artis faked a placating tone, all the while eyeing her as she threw herself onto the bed with an angry huff.
    The sight was magnificent.
    She lay on her side, and her ass looked like it was sculpted from the gods themselves. Her cheeks spread just enough in her position to give him a peek, the lace panty barely covering anything, leaving hints of what lay beneath. If it weren't for that flimsy barrier, he knew he'd have an eyeful of her pink folds.
    His mind was spinning, trying to commit every inch of her to memory, while he feigned innocence on the outside. S~ea??h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    He licked his lips, unable to stop a grin from spreading across his face.
    'Nice. Mission accomplished. Here's hoping that poor bastard¡ªthe real Artis¡ªknows how to capitalize on this little victory once I'm out of here.'
    With a smug chuckle, he grabbed the drunken Chen from the ground, slinging him over his shoulder with ease.
    "Alright, sis, take care."
    He called over his shoulder as he headed out. Just as he stepped beyond the doorway, the shoji door slid shut with a snap behind him. Artis shrugged and deposited Chen onto the nearest couch, who slumped into a snoring mess almost immediately.
    Stretching his arms with a satisfied groan, he felt his back and neck crack from the tension of the night.
    'Damn, the adrenaline rush against that guard really took it out of me. Could use some rest myself. Shame I didn't run into that fabled 'milf' I heard about¡­ but hey, tonight's haul wasn't half-bad.'
    He scratched his head, chuckling.
    'Wait¡­ what's her name again?'
    He was thinking about his step sister.
    'Ah, screw it. This has to be some kind of dream, anyway. Maybe if I crash here, I'll wake up in my real body.'
    Artis made his way down the hall toward his room at the far end, convinced he could sleep off this strange experience and wake up back in his real body.
    'Strange¡­ What was that intense light I saw in my room earlier? Can't quite remember that part¡­'
    He thought, frowning.
    Yawning, he scratched the back of his neck, deciding that whatever it was could wait until morning. His feet shuffled on the polished floor.
    Step¡­ step¡­
    But just as he passed another shoji door, he came to an abrupt stop. Huh? What was that sound?
    Frowning, he backtracked, pressing his ear to the thin paper door. Laughter¡ªdistinctly male¡ªand something softer, a woman's voice, too. Curiosity piqued, Artis slid the door open just a crack, peering in with one eye.
    What he saw inside nearly made his eyeballs pop right out of his skull.
    Inside, a low, square table stood on short legs, surrounded by five men seated cross-legged on the floor, a feast of open sake bottles and half-filled glasses scattered across the tabletop. One man lay face-planted on the table, clearly out cold from too much drink. In the middle of the group, a woman sat, her cheeks flushed with a drunken glow that made her look almost feverish.
    Two men flanked her, their hands casually resting on her shoulders as they laughed, coaxing her to take another drink. The other two men cheered her on, urging her to chug down the sake.
    "I-I can't drink anymore," she protested with a slurred laugh, though her smile hinted she wasn't entirely serious.
    "Oh, come on, Juliana! Nights like these don't come around often," one of the men beside her chuckled, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "Down it¡ªyou won't regret it!"
    "Yeah, go on!" another encouraged, gesturing toward their passed-out friend. "Even Lui's having a great time!"
    With a giggle, she raised the glass to her lips, letting the men's cheers push her over the edge as she tipped the glass back, drinking deep.
    As she tipped back her drink, a few drops of sake spilled from her lips, sliding down to pool in her cleavage¡ªa sight the four men tracked with greedy eyes. They glanced at each other, then at the man passed out at the table¡ªher oblivious husband¡ªand shared a knowing snicker.
    'Well, well, well¡­ trying to lay hands on what isn't yours, huh?'
    Axel cracked his knuckles quietly, smirking to himself.
    'Nice try, boys, but that bounty's off-limits, starting now.'
    From the drunk man's slouched figure alone, he recognized the scene instantly¡ªhis father, a man who'd sell his soul for a drop of alcohol.
    No wonder Artis, the real Artis, had always stayed out in the outer court, keeping his distance from inner circles and their luxuries. The man would've drained any goodwill or connections Artis had to fuel his addiction, and Axel knew that all too well.
    In the outer court, everyone barely scraped by, a world where spirits were cheap and unreliable, risky enough to be a gamble with death. But inside? No chance he was letting these creeps, or his father, cause a mess for Artis's reputation.
    Artis had warned every grifter in the outer court to steer clear of his father, especially if he used Artis's name to score free drinks.
    The message had spread well enough to sever the last thread of their father-son bond. Now, they barely spoke¡ªand only when his father, Lui, was sober, which was about as rare as a phoenix feather.
    As for Juliana? The men here clearly thought she was a prime piece of work¡ªthe kind of "milfy banger" an author would craft with care. Even her thick white robe didn't hide those curves, sparking more than enough imagination.
    The men's eyes told him all he needed to know: they'd clocked Lui as a sad, drunken fool and seized the chance, thinking they could liquor up his wife and try their luck. It seemed to be working¡ªJuliana was already well into her cups, laughing along in ways she wouldn't if she'd been sober.
    But, like a well-timed stroke of divine intervention, Axel was here.
    If this had been the old Artis, he probably would've scowled and walked off, barely seeing her as more than a flatmate.
    It's not my mother; let Father protect his own wife, he might've thought.
    But now? Now, she was his mommy, and he wasn't about to let these horny bastards make a move.
    'Time to save Mommy dearest and sow another seed of lust for my boy Artis here.'

 Chapter 9 Step Mommy

    "Hoho, Juliana, you should show us how much more you can take in."One of the men murmured, leaning in so close that Axel was pretty sure he was trying to lick her earlobe. Juliana, thankfully, shook her head to dodge his slimy advance, but her glazed-over gaze showed she was a bit too tipsy to fully push them away.
    Axel's jaw clenched, fury sparking in his eyes.
    Slide~ Crash!
    Axel yanked the shoji door open with such force it rattled, and the flimsy frame splintered as it crashed against the wall.
    "You filthy, shameless bastards! I, the Great Artis, is here to save my Mommy dearest!"
    The four men whipped their heads toward the sound, only to gape as they took in the figure at the doorway.
    "It's¡­ it's Young Master Jin's lackey, Artis!"
    One of them stammered, the color draining from his face.
    "Oh? You mean that cultivation-less clown who licks Young Master Jin's ass¡ªI mean, that boy who can't cultivate and fawns over the young master?"
    Another said quickly.
    A vein pulsed on Artis's forehead. Sure, he might've had a reputation as a low-tier perv without much cultivation to his name, too busy ogling rather than practicing. And yes, he'd stuck close to Jin's side, knowing the guy's path would lead to influence and power. But a lackey? And ass-licker? These idiots were about to learn the hard way.
    'These fools are getting a beating. Not a single one's getting out of this room unscathed.'
    Artis thought, a dangerous glint in his eye.
    "W-We were just drinking and having some fun, right, Juliana?"
    One of them stammered, eyes darting to her in desperation.
    But Juliana had already checked out, slumped over the table, just as oblivious as her useless husband.
    Artis cracked his neck, letting a menacing smile spread across his face.
    "Well, let me join the fun. How about a little hands-on education?"
    Gulp~
    The men glanced at Juliana's slumped form, then back at Artis, unsure whether to laugh or run.
    "You mongrels, you sneer at me for not having cultivation, but what about you? Outer-sect nobodies scraping by, barely keeping yourselves fed."
    Artis cracked his knuckles, each pop a promise of pain as he stepped forward.
    "Let me show you what actual skill in a fight can do."
    In the original tale, Artis was written off as a minor villain¡ªa lackey, a sleaze, a footnote in the annals of the sect. He'd had no ambitions for cultivation, no known reason for staying stuck in the muck of the outer sect, and the author hadn't bothered to explain much else.
    But Axel, now sitting in Artis's skin, had taken down that guard earlier with enough strength to feel a flicker of confidence. He was certain now: there was something in this body. Something real, even if Artis hadn't known how to use it.
    And palace guards weren't pushovers; they weren't taking hires from the dregs of the outer sect. There was no way Artis could've taken one down if he didn't have at least some latent power waiting to be unleashed. He let a smirk tug at his lips.
    'There's got to be something inside this body¡ªa hidden power, maybe. Knowing Artis, the cunning bastard must've stashed something away.'
    Axel mused, rolling his shoulders and shaking out his fists.
    'If it's there, I'll find it. Let's see if I can bring it out right now.'
    "W-Wait! This is all a big misunderstanding!"
    One of the men stammered, scrambling to his feet, hands raised in defense. The four of them exchanged panicked looks. This guy was the young master's lackey, sure, but he could still go running to his master, and if he did that, there was no telling how badly they'd all suffer.
    Axel grinned, not in the mood to let them talk their way out.
    "Nah, I've seen enough already."
    Bam!
    His first punch landed square on the man who'd tried to negotiate. Axel planted his toes firmly, tightened every muscle he could¡ªincluding his ass cheeks¡ªand threw everything he had into it.
    The man flew back, crashing into a wooden pillar and collapsing in a heap, out cold. Axel's arm buzzed with the aftershock, and he flexed his fingers, savoring the unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation.
    'Oh yeah, that felt damn good.'
    He thought, a smirk twisting his lips.
    'Not sure where that strength came from, but maybe Artis had some hidden skill after all. Let's see what else these hands can do.'
    With a casual crack of his neck, he turned to the remaining men.
    "You... you bastard!"
    The three men staggered to their feet, glaring daggers at him.
    Artis grinned, feeling the thrill of a fight run through him.
    "Looking for a good smackdown? Come to daddy!"
    That taunt was enough to make the men throw caution to the wind as they charged. Artis steadied himself, noting their clumsy, reckless movements. They were the dregs, barely scraping by in the outer sect, with no cultivation worth mentioning.
    As the first man lunged, Artis raised his palm, aiming at the man's chest with a firm push. The result was spectacular¡ªthe man flew backward like he'd been struck by a thunderbolt, crashing into the wall with enough force to splinter the wood before crumpling unconscious.
    Artis froze, looking down at his hand in awe. That wasn't just a slap or a push; it was like he'd tapped into a hidden well of strength.
    'Heavenly Palm of the Spirit King? This technique... Artis somehow knew it? But how? This move is legendary! Even the patriarch failed to master it!'
    It was almost laughable.
    This was a move meant to channel intense qi for maximum power¡ªyet here he was, no cultivation to speak of, sending people flying with the simplest touch. He couldn't suppress the grin tugging at his lips.
    Mastering an advanced technique like the Heavenly Palm of the Spirit King wasn't something that happened overnight. It required deep understanding, the lore, the very essence of the technique.
    Over generations, masters would pass down their teachings, each losing a bit of purity as cultivators failed to grasp the nuances of ancient texts. After a thousand years, the technique was practically a myth.
    Lost language, lost lore... and yet, here was Artis, using it like it was his morning exercise.
    Sure, without proper qi, the move only worked on non-cultivators, but damn if it didn't feel incredible.
    The two remaining men stared wide-eyed at their friend, laid out flat with just one touch. Their faces went pale, realizing that this "useless lackey" had just wiped the floor with two of them without breaking a sweat.
    Tap, tap.
    One of the men felt a tap on his shoulder and turned, only to find himself staring into the eyes of a grinning maniac. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "L-let me tell you something!"
    The man stammered, eyes wide with terror.
    "Oh? Is it your last words?"
    Artis asked, his grin stretching impossibly wide. The guy's face went pale, and with a whimper, he¡­ well, he didn't just lose his nerve¡ªhe lost his bladder too.
    "Not last words, more like last leakage."
    And with that, he unleashed a storm.
    Bam! Bam! Slap! Slap! Stomp! Stomp!
    For a solid four minutes, Artis treated each of the men to their own personal beatdown, dragging their sorry, bruised bodies out of the house one by one. Finally, after piling them in the courtyard like firewood, Artis straightened up, dusting off his hands with satisfaction.
    Then, as a very responsible son, he turned back to the house and lifted his lovely, unconscious step mommy in his arms.
    "Tsk tsk, Mother, why are you wasting time with these perverts?"
    He murmured, a smirk crossing his face.
    Her slender, curvaceous body was warm in his arms, her breath tickling his neck. The closeness stirred him, his cock twitching as he caught a glimpse of her slightly parted robe, hinting at the swell of her cleavage.
    Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and he swore he could feel the tips of her nipples through the thin fabric.
    "Damn¡­ what a sight."
    He muttered aloud, unable to help himself. She gave a little shiver at his words.
    "Don't worry, Mother. your dutiful stepson will make sure you're safely tucked into bed."
    But the temptation was too much to resist. He let his hand slide between her arm and side, easing the robe from her shoulder and exposing one perfectly rounded, milfy sized breast.
    He took an audible gulp, eyes fixed on the sight before him.
    "Damn. If the daughter's a firecracker, then this¡­ this is an atom bomb."
    He whistled, letting his gaze linger.
    Her breasts were anything but saggy¡ªsoft, springy, with pink nipples that were just the right size, neither too large nor too small. Unable to resist, he reached out, his hand sinking into the warm, yielding flesh. He sighed, savoring the perfect fit of his hand on her.
    "Soft, squishy, and warm. A well-deserved reward for fending off those other perverts tonight."
    Gently, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to her room.
    Once inside her room, he gently laid her down on the bed, but what happened next was completely unexpected. Juliana suddenly grabbed his hand, pulling it toward her, her eyes closed and a drunken haze clouding her expression.
    "Eh?"
    "More, more... touch me more."
    "What the...?!"

 Chapter 10 Mommy Suckling On Balls

    For a moment, Artis was taken aback. Juliana had pulled his hand to her chest, pressing it firmly against her soft, ample breasts, moaning with a quiet intensity that sent his thoughts spinning.'What the hell? She was just letting these losers touch her? Guess I can't blame her.'
    He thought, shrugging to himself.
    After all, she was a stunner, especially for a woman in her forties¡ªher curves put women half her age to shame. With a husband who hadn't laid a finger on her in a decade, it was no wonder she'd slipped into this situation.
    C0cktimus Prime clearly wrote her this way, a temptation wrapped up with her own "dilemma" just waiting for the protagonist to solve and win her over.
    A slow smile crept over Artis's lips.
    'Not this time.'
    If he stayed in this world long enough, he'd take every last one of these women right out from under the so-called hero's nose.
    "But first, let's make sure dear stepmom has something to remember me by¡­"
    His fingers traced the knot of her robe, and with a smooth pull, he untied it, watching the fabric slip away to reveal her warm, inviting body¡ªvoluptuous, mature, and everything he'd imagined.
    Artis grinned, taking in Juliana's body.
    "A fine wine, indeed."
    She was just as the author had penned her: full, supple breasts that seemed to fill his palms perfectly, curves that could make even the heavens weep, and a figure that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves.
    But one thing puzzled him¡ªshe wore nothing beneath her robe. No bra, no panties. Just her bare, mature body waiting beneath the fabric.
    "So, you were ready for a little 'company,' hmm?"
    He murmured, raising a brow. His gaze drifted down, noticing the soft, untouched look of her puffy pussy, the natural warmth radiating off her.
    "Heh, why are the men in this world so utterly useless?"
    He muttered, shaking his head in disappointment.
    "They've got these divine bombs of flesh right under their noses, and they're just wasting them. Tsk, tsk."
    He couldn't help but imagine what he'd be doing if he were in those spineless husbands' places. There'd be no "wasted potential." Oh no, he'd make sure those beauties got more than they bargained for every day, their needs met till they couldn't even think about anything but him.
    "Touch me¡­ aaah¡­ here¡­ oh, no¡­ I have a husband¡­ I'm drunk¡­ I can't push you away¡­ nooo¡­"
    His so-called stepmother's tipsy little whispers drifted to him from the other room, her voice filled with longing, her soft body probably aching for any hint of warmth.
    'So that's how it is.'
    The truth was out.
    This woman was starving for attention, for a lover who wouldn't be too shy to take her as she begged for. Yet, with her prim little conscience nagging her, she'd turned to wine to drown the guilt, letting the liquid courage do the talking.
    "Poor 'Mommy' here, just craving a real man."
    He muttered under his breath, unable to resist smirking at the thought.
    "Well, don't worry, beautiful. Your stepson's more than ready to make sure you're taken care of from now on."
    "Husband¡­ ahh¡­ I'm such a bad woman¡­ aaahhh¡­"
    He shook his head. This was getting nowhere. She needed to shut up.
    He slid his fingers over her slick, puffy folds, starting with a slow, teasing massage along her outer lips. His fingers brushed up and down, tracing the delicate lines, and when he gently pressed the tips inside, she let out a low, breathy moan.
    "Ohhhh."
    She gasped, her hips bucking instinctively as he found her most sensitive spots, her back arching with each slow, skillful motion.
    "Seems like someone's enjoying herself."
    He teased, fingers curling to hit that perfect spot.
    "N-no... it's... ahh... it's bad. Don't... don't touch me there."
    He smirked, leaning close to her ear.
    "Oh, it's not bad. It's exactly what you've been aching for, isn't it? That body of yours is just begging to be tamed. And now, dear¡­ you're going to get exactly what you've been craving."
    With that, he plunged his fingers deeper, the slick warmth around him only making him move faster, the sound of her moans spurring him on.
    "Ah¡­ so¡­ so shameful. D-don't look, husband¡­ this¡­ this man is¡ªahh, nghh¡ªdefiling me¡­"
    Her hips bucked, and her thighs spread wider as her body betrayed her with every moan and twitch. Her face flushed deeply, her lips parted, and her eyes glazed over as the pleasure overtook her.
    Her juices ran down his fingers, soaking him as he played her body expertly, pulling deeper, louder moans from her.
    "I'm a¡­ bad wife¡­ ahhh, so¡­ so shameful¡­"
    Her moans grew louder as her body edged closer to release, her hips moving eagerly against his hand.
    But just when she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled his fingers out, and she let out a desperate, frustrated moan, her hips squirming, reaching for him to complete what he'd started.
    "Nah uh, not today, mommy! I won't give you any relief. You need to be in a constant state of horniness, like a cat in heat. Tomorrow, I want you to be in total despair. Your pussy should be quivering with frustration. But for now, let's try this!"
    He dramatically parted his robe and revealed his little buddy. It was the first time he had actually seen it up close. Sure, he'd heard about it in novels, but seeing it in person? That was a whole different adventure!
    "Holy damn! Now that's what I call a villain's cock!"
    He marveled, eyeing it like a prized trophy. It was about 9 inches long¡ªveiny, girthy, and ready for action. If it were any longer, it might not be enjoyable for the women, and if it were any shorter, well, it wouldn't meet the qualifications for a pervert minor villain's toolkit.
    With a wicked grin spreading across his face, he decided to give Juliana a taste of his audacity.
    He playfully slapped it against her face¡ªtargeting her nose and lips like a mischievous cat swatting at a toy. The unmistakable, musky aroma of sweat and horniness filled the air, invading her nostrils like an unexpected guest crashing a party.
    "Nooo... what is that? It's so hot... and smells bad... but so good..."
    Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, eyes wide as they fixated on the impressive member that was smacking her face. Her heart raced like a drum, and the heat radiating from it felt like it was burning straight through her soul.
    "Yes, breathe it in. Let that aroma envelop you. That's the scent of a man¡ªa real man. You need to remember this intoxicating fragrance."
    He began to rock his cock between her luscious, full lips, urging her to inhale deeper. She parted her lips wider, drawn in by the overwhelming mix of musk and desire that filled the air, her instincts kicking in as she surrendered to the moment.
    'Damn, I want to get a blow job, but not like this. Where's the fun in that? I want to see how horniness can transform a good woman. I wonder how much of a cock she can take to truly satisfy her cravings.'
    With a reluctant smirk, Artis began to rock his cock back and forth, teasingly lifting it to dangle his heavy balls in front of her face. She opened her mouth wide, instinctively drawn to the sight of him, and felt his balls dip inside, the warmth enveloping her tongue.
    "Ohh yes, good girl."
    Her tongue flicked out, eagerly licking his balls, slobbering over them and coating them in her sweet saliva
    "Oh fuck¡­"
    The way she was suckling on his cock drove him wild with desire. Her luscious lips wrapped around him, and her soft tongue slithered around his balls like a snake, igniting every nerve in his body.
    "Yes, like that. Good girl."
    Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson. He could see her nipples standing at attention, begging for attention.
    'Shit¡­ I wanna fuck her mouth. Restrain, Artis, restrain. We can save that for later.'
    With a reluctant sigh, he pulled his balls back, resting his entire manhood on her face. It was a sight to behold¡ªlike a divine statue of a god posing in all its glory.
    'Damn, what a fucking scene.'
    He leaned down, delivering playful smacks to her pussy, eliciting a delightful whimper as she writhed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Remember mommy, you're going to be so horny in the morning. And Artis will be right there to take full advantage of that."
    Axel said with a sly grin. At least he knew that was the case. This minor villain could sniff out an opportunity to be a pervert faster than a wolf spotting a sheep. If a woman walked by, he wouldn't hesitate to dip down and get a whiff of her ass cheeks before she even knew what hit her.
    "Aah, more, more..."
    Juliana pleaded, her eyes sparkling with need.
    But Axel chuckled, playfully tidying her robe before making his exit. He leaned against the shoji door, lost in thought about the last few hours¡ªeverything he had witnessed, all the feelings that had stirred within him. But now, it was time to hit the sack and let the man take control back.
    "If this is just a dream, then all I've done here is utterly pointless. But if it's something more... then I pray Artis seizes this opportunity to give me a little something to jack off."
    Axel mused, chuckling to himself as he strolled toward his room.
    He sauntered past his snoring brother-in-law and pushed open the shoji door, plopping straight onto the bed without even bothering to flick off the light. That's how tired he was¡ªlike a cultivator after a grueling day of training.
    "If I get one more shot at this, I'm definitely snatching that dual cultivation scroll from the palace. What could be better for a pervert than that kind of power?"
    He thought, already daydreaming about all the wild possibilities.
    With that tantalizing thought in mind, Axel drifted off to sleep, blissfully unaware that he had just kicked off a whole new branch of his story¡ªone that was about to get a lot more interesting.

 Chapter 11 The Truth of the Matter

    "Aaah!!!"Axel jolted upright in bed, heart pounding. The first thing he did was fumble with his robe, pulling it open to check on his "little brother," gripping his cock to examine it with exaggerated scrutiny. His eyes lingered on the swollen mushroom head, the memory of his bizarre dream¡ªor rather, his strange reality¡ªflooding back.
    "Phew¡­ okay, still there. What the hell¡­ did that actually happen?"
    The nightmare was still fresh: some messed-up vision of his cock swelling up to monstrous proportions, throbbing until¡ªpop!¡ªand suddenly, boom, he wakes up in this wild novel world.
    "Damn it! That sick bastard really did send me here. How in the hell is that even possible?!"
    He rubbed his head, trying to make sense of the chaos. He'd maybe wished for an adventure like this back when he was a horny teenager, but at nineteen, he'd thought he was past all that ridiculous fantasy stuff.
    Yet here he was, living out every embarrassing, over-the-top fantasy he'd ever had¡ªonly now, they were no longer just hazy dreams. They were his new, insane reality.
    "This is ridiculous, but..."
    A slow, twisted grin crept onto Axel's face, equal parts perverted and villainous. Beneath the absurdity, there was an undeniable thrill.
    "Does this mean I'm Artis now? Everything I did yesterday wasn't for nothing... and I can make the most of it."
    He lowered his head, one hand covering the side of his face as a chuckle escaped, gradually escalating into a full-on maniacal laugh, the kind you'd expect from a third-rate movie villain savoring his grand scheme.
    "Heh¡ªhe he he¡ªI can learn magic! I can fly, spit fire, and ride dragons! Literally and figuratively. And in this world, I can finally build a harem! Thank you, Mr. C0CKTIMUSPRIME, for this gift! I'll never forget it."
    He leapt from the bed, dropping to his knees in a dramatic kowtow¡ªa reverent tribute to the twisted deity who'd delivered him from his dull, dead-end life.
    "I wonder how that miserable old hag of a mother is holding up? Probably forcing out a few tears for appearances at my funeral. After that, though? She'll be dancing in the streets."
    With a gleeful cackle, he burst into an impromptu victory dance, flailing his arms and legs like a madman.
    His robe slid off his shoulders, and with a wild flourish, he whipped it around before tossing it aside, standing stark naked. Then, with a devilish grin, he swung his hips, letting his new nine-inch "third leg" whirl around like a triumphant helicopter blade.
    "Wives, daughters, grandmothers, nieces, and any woman in sight! Prepare yourselves, for your master has arrived! Mwahahahaha!"
    Abruptly, he stopped, his eyes narrowing with a more focused ambition.
    "First objective¡­ steal the dual cultivation scroll from the palace. But before that, I wonder if my dear stepmother and her sweet little daughter are awake yet. After yesterday's little escapade, I'll bet Juliana's 'innocent' sister is quivering down there."
    A devilish smirk curled his lips as he savored the thought.
    "Time to mess with my dear mommy a little."
    He murmured with a wicked grin, rubbing his hands together. Quickly, he threw on his robe, slipped out of his room, and into the early morning light. As he took a quick look around, he noted with amusement that Chen was nowhere to be seen.
    "Ah, good old Chen. Already up at dawn and off to the palace. Diligent as ever¡ªpoor guy's too busy playing guard dog to notice what's right under his nose."
    Skipping any detours to check on his sister or father, he made a beeline for the kitchen like a wolf on the scent. And sure, he was hungry¡ªbut not in the usual way.
    ¡­
    Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Juliana stood deep in thought, her brow furrowed with a mix of concern and confusion. sea??h th§× Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The events of the previous night played in fragmented pieces in her mind.
    She remembered being invited to drink with some men, and though she initially refused, their attention had stirred something in her, making her feel youthful and desired once more.
    After that, though, things became hazy.
    She recalled the warm flush of the drinks, the raucous laughter, loud noises, and then a blur of motion, as if she'd been lifted into the air. And finally, a face¡ªa figure who had leaned in close, speaking to her through the fog of her intoxicated mind.
    'Was it¡­ little Artis? Was he the one who saved me?'
    Juliana's cheeks flushed as she thought back to the previous night. She remembered the scattered chaos in the drinking room¡ªtables overturned, broken cups strewn about.
    Yet, whenever she tried to focus on her supposed savior, her body betrayed her, a warm, throbbing ache pulsing down low on her little sister, her nipples hardening beneath her robe. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily as the sensation intensified, and she found herself on the verge of something forbidden.
    'What is going on with me? Why am I so... so needy all of a sudden? Just one touch, and I swear I'll have the orgasm of my entire life...'
    Slap¡ªslap!
    Juliana abruptly slapped her cheeks, snapping herself out of the trance. If anyone saw her, they might think she was losing her mind.
    'Get a grip, Juliana. It's barely morning, and here you are, caught up in these¡­ sinful thoughts.'
    She scolded herself, her heart pounding.
    Desperate for a distraction, she turned her attention back to the pot, stirring the soup with a fervor that barely masked the heat pooling in her belly. But no matter how she tried, she couldn't ignore the pulsing desire teasing her from below.
    Bam!
    "Mommy!"
    The shoji door burst open with a bang, nearly flying off its hinges, and Juliana was startled and felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks¡ªif Artis had kicked it any harder, she might've leaked right then and there. Startled, she almost dropped the wooden ladle she was holding.
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 Chapter 12 Re-establishing Mommy-Son Relationship

    "For the love of all the spiritual gods, Little Artis! Stop scaring the hell out of me!"She clutched her chest, heart thumping like a drum solo at a tavern brawl.
    "Sorry, sorry, Mommy! I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Yesterday was a total freak show! Did you have any trouble?" Sear?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis asked, scratching his head like a guilty puppy.
    "Y-Yesterday?!"
    She spun around to face him, her pulse racing for reasons that had nothing to do with fear.
    'So what I thought happened actually did happen! It wasn't just a wild dream¡­'
    "Yeah, Mommy! You don't remember? Those sleazy perverts were all over you, tugging at your robe, trying to undress you and shoving booze down your throat!"
    Artis's feigned concern barely masked the gleam in his eyes, a mischievous smirk threatening to break loose as he stepped closer.
    Juliana gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth.
    "Oh my heavens! That actually happened?"
    "Yes, Mommy! If your dear son hadn't stepped in, who knows what those slimeballs might've tried. Mommy, you've got to be more careful!"
    "I¡ª They were practically forcing me to drink¡ªeek!"
    She squealed as Artis pulled her right into his arms, squeezing her tight against his broad chest. Her curvaceous body molded against him, her ample, milfy chest pressing snugly into him.
    "L-Little Artis!"
    She stammered, wide-eyed as he held her closer than she'd ever been held in her life.
    "I was so worried about you, Mommy."
    He murmured, voice a mix of tenderness and melodrama.
    "Seeing you in danger¡ªhaving to watch them try to take advantage of you, forcing drinks on you¡ªI couldn't just stand by!"
    "It's fine, its fine. Nothing happened to me."
    Juliana squirmed slightly, attempting to pull away, but he only held her closer, his arms wrapping tighter around her, as though he were her hero and she his beloved damsel.
    "But how can I not be worried, Mommy? Father was laughing and clapping like a fucking fool while those bastards were groping you! He even said it was about time! How the hell can I not worry about my mother's well-being?"
    Juliana's eyes widened in disbelief.
    "Th-that can't be¡­ Your father can't be serious¡­"
    It was true that her husband turned into a completely different man when he was drunk. But would he really want others to treat her like that? Right?
    'It's got to be the alcohol. Yeah, the booze is making him say stupid shit.'
    "That can't be true, right, Artis? My husband would never allow this!"
    She looked deep into Artis's eyes, searching for hope, for comfort, for the denial that would save her from the reality of her situation.
    "No, Mommy. I saw it with my own eyes! Please, don't go near any strangers anymore. You're young and have a killer body that could make any man weak in the knees. Anyone would want to steal you away and have you bending over. So, please, be careful, Mommy!"
    When Juliana heard the words "young" and "killer body," her face flushed a deep crimson. Her heart raced, and she felt a warmth spreading through her, a sensation she hadn't experienced in ages.
    Even though it was Artis, hearing those words from a young man sent her insecurities about her body into overdrive, especially after her husband hadn't touched her in over a decade.
    Desire flickered within her, a forgotten yearning to be seen as young and desirable by a virile male. It was a feeling she thought she'd buried, but now here was this cheeky little brat bringing it all rushing back, and it was more potent than she could ever have imagined.
    "I-it's fine, Artis. I know not to drink anymore. Just... please let me go."
    Juliana's eyes darted back and forth, struggling to hold his gaze, torn between the fluttering of her heart and the weight of her reality.
    "I know we haven't been on the best terms, and it's mostly my fault. But I feel like I've wronged you for so long. All you've done is look after me, and I repaid you with nothing but despair and anger..."
    Artis's smooth words sent her heart racing. This was the first time he had ever spoken to her like this, even going as far as calling her "mommy." Until today, she had only felt his contempt and hatred, but now the atmosphere had flipped entirely.
    "Please, little Artis, don't say such things. We're family! And what do you mean by looking after you? I'm your mother¡ªit's my job to take care of you."
    Just as she tried to pull away, she felt him stop her, a sly smile spreading across his face.
    "I'd like to restart our relationship..."
    His hand slid down just enough to press against her lower back, a gentle but deliberate caress that made her swallow hard. The intent was clear, and the air between them crackled with tension.
    "It's too late, I know. But can you..."
    His hand slid a little lower, and she instinctively clenched her ass cheeks, a spark of electricity coursing through her.
    "...give me another chance? To be a proper son. To be loved by you."
    His palm hovered just above her ass crack, teasingly close. Every fiber of her being screamed to run, but the promise in his words wrapped around her like a warm embrace. It was something she had longed for, a flicker of desire igniting in the depths of her heart.
    "Li-little Artis..."
    Her breath hitched, a delightful shiver racing up her spine.
    "I wanna restart, Mommy. Please let me."
    "Nghh~"
    A soft moan slipped past her lips as his palm lifted, teasing the edges of her anticipation.
    She let out a soft moan as she felt his palm rise, her heart racing with wild anticipation. She knew that when that hand came down next, it was going to land squarely on her ass cheeks, and the thought made her whole body flush with heat.
    "I know you long for love... And I want to give it to you..."
    Her heart raced like a wild stallion, pounding furiously against her chest. Artis's words had morphed from innocent son-talk into something far more suggestive, igniting a fire deep within her.
    Juliana didn't notice the shift; she was too busy feeling her entire body flush with heat, like she'd just stepped into a sauna.
    Her little sister was practically leaking with excitement, a scandalous aura hanging in the air. And then there was Artis's hand, hovering perilously close to her ass cheeks as if it were a magnet drawn to its target.
    And then it happened...

 Chapter 13 Repairing Broken Bond With Mommy

    "I know, mommy. I know... Let me love you..."He gently grabbed her head, pulling it toward his chest. Heart still pounding, she felt him press her face against his solid pecs, her soft cheeks sinking into his firm muscle.
    "Would you give me a chance again...?"
    That question jolted Juliana from her lustful stupor.
    'God, what am I thinking? He just wants to be my son again... but all I have are these wicked thoughts. What the hell is happening to me...?'
    She shook her head, taking a deep breath to control the pulsing heat in her core.
    "Mommy?"
    "Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes! I would give you endless chances to redeem yourself. My son is still my son, after all."
    She looked up into his eyes, a smile breaking through her confusion.
    "Really? Thank you so much, Mommy!"
    He released Juliana, then without warning, swept her up into his arms and spun her around. Juliana's eyes went wide; just when she'd sighed with relief that he hadn't actually gone for a handful of her ass like she'd feared, here she was, legs dangling in the air, held tight.
    "Oooohhh!"
    She squealed, sounding more like a startled kid than the dignified mother she was supposed to be.
    "Little Artis!" she scolded, half-laughing, half-indignant. "Put me down! Now!"
    He chuckled, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks.
    "Yes, Mommy, as you wish. And... thanks." Sear?h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Slowly, he began to lower her, but as he did, his hands gripped her thighs. Her body slid down, her curves pressing against him, and his hands accidentally¡ªor maybe not so accidentally¡ªfound themselves gliding over her ass cheeks. His fingers grazed her soft skin, just firm enough to send a spark up her spine.
    "Nghh~"
    Juliana let out a soft, breathy moan before she could stop herself, her face burning as she landed back on her feet, flustered beyond belief.
    "Thank you, Mommy. It feels¡­ good, like having a real mother for once."
    Artis's voice was soft, almost innocent, but his hands? Firmly planted on her ass cheeks like he was grounding his very spirit there. His fingers had taken on the grip of an experienced cultivator, seemingly unaware¡ªor maybe fully aware¡ªof the heated sensation he was stirring up in her core.
    Juliana's qi stuttered. Her breath caught. She'd just wanted to reassure him, not end up in his grasp with her body reacting like she was a young maiden feeling the first brush of a lover's touch.
    'I can't just push him away¡­ Look at his face. He probably doesn't even realize where his hands are!'
    She reasoned, though her cheeks were hot enough to rival a fire cultivator's core.
    Artis's innocent yet firm grip only amplified her inner turmoil.
    'How long had it been since he'd sought her out like this?'
    She had treated him like her own from the moment he was brought into her home, yet he'd always kept his walls high, as if cultivating a heart of steel. Her husband's adopted son was as distant as a frosty mountain peak.
    And now, feeling his warmth, his unexpected closeness, it was as if a barrier shattered within her. Every fiber of her qi resonated with a strange, almost intoxicating joy.
    "It's fine, as long as you're alright."
    Juliana murmured, stroking his hair lovingly, her heart swelling with motherly pride.
    'Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. Maybe we can finally become a real family.'
    Artis sniffled, smiling up at her, but his hands stayed firmly planted on her backside, squeezing her ass cheeks with a gentle back-and-forth motion that was anything but innocent.
    "Thank you, Mommy."
    He said, looking at her with wide, sparkling eyes, as if he wasn't fully aware of where his hands were.
    "Nghhh~"
    She let out a tiny, helpless moan, mortified at her own reaction. She could practically feel her brain short-circuiting.
    "mommy? Are you okay?" he asked, tilting his head with that oh-so-innocent expression, his fingers giving her one last deliberate squeeze.
    "Y-yeah. Maybe it's just... a little hangover headache. Anyway, I'm making soup. Want some before you head to the palace?"
    She stammered, trying to keep her composure.
    He raised an eyebrow, his hands still firmly in place, giving her one more not-so-accidental pat.
    "No, Mommy, I think I'm good. You rest up¡ªyou look like you need it."
    Finally, mercifully, he let go, and she let out a silent sigh of relief, her mind racing.
    'Thank heavens¡­ maybe now I can think clearly again!'
    Just as he was about to walk out, he paused at the doorway, glancing back with a wicked little smirk.
    'Soon, dear mommy. Soon.'
    ...
    Artis strode into his room with the swagger of a man on a mission, and that mission was¡­ well, a long overdue bath. He stripped off his robe like a true cultivator, revealing his physique that was as sculpted as a celestial statue.
    Standing at a towering 6'4", he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the bathroom mirror, grinning like a fool.
    The man staring back at him was nothing short of a masterpiece. His pale skin looked unblemished, almost ethereal under the light. Of course, to earn those battle scars, one had to actually practice martial arts.
    But for Artis? Well, let's just say his only practice had been honing his peeping skills to a fine art.
    "Yep, there it is."
    Then, he narrowed his eyes, focusing on what set him apart from the rest of the cultivators around¡ªhis eyes. While everyone else in this part of the world sported boring shades of black, brown, or the occasional drab green and blue, his were a striking crimson, the color of freshly spilled blood.
    "Artis's real parents are still a mystery. And with how often the color of these eyes gets mentioned, I'm betting the author was hinting at some kind of hidden bloodline power."
    A smirk curled in his mind. That hidden bloodline ability was his now¡ªall he had to do was unlock it.
    "And check out this body. It's not exactly bulging with muscles, but it's got this lean, aesthetic vibe. Something powerful is brewing here, I can feel it."
    He thought back to the previous night. What he'd pulled off was impossible for an ordinary guy. A non-cultivator shouldn't have had the strength to handle things the way he did, yet somehow, he'd managed. This body had potential, and it was up to him to tap into it.
    "It'll take time to meditate and uncover whatever cultivators search for within¡ªwhatever this body's cultivation base is."
    But before that, there was the matter of his well-deserved reward from the Patriarch. After all, he'd "rescued" the Patriarch's wife from a potentially humiliating situation. Surely, such a service deserved a little... gratitude.
    "Huuuuu~"
    With a satisfied sigh, Axel eased into the warm bath, letting the heat sink into his skin. The water wrapped around him, his thoughts drifting as he relaxed.
    "So, I'm supposed to live life as the villain from here on out, huh? And what about that goddamn hero?"
    There were too many thoughts crowding his mind, but he pushed them aside. The first thing on his list was to start cultivating. He was already leagues behind his so-called "peers" in cultivation base. If he didn't get moving now, he'd lag behind even the nameless cannon fodder of this world.
    And unless he unlocked some hidden genius-level talent, he'd never catch up¡ªespecially to someone like Young Master Jin, who he needed to be on par with as soon as possible.
    "That kid's as diabolical as they come. One minute he's grinning, all friendly; the next, someone's head is rolling. Can't tell what's going on in that twisted mind."
    And yet, Artis knew some of that ruthlessness was his own handiwork. Artis's influence had undeniably shaped Young Master Jin into the dangerous man he was today.
    What the guard said last night was true; Artis's manipulations had molded him. But, of course, part of it was also due to the brutal upbringing Jin had endured, turning him into the merciless predator he'd become.
    "Well, time to get ready to meet the Patriarch and claim my reward."
    Artis rose slowly from the bath, water cascading down his body as he stepped out and grabbed a towel, casually drying himself off as he strode out of the bathroom, utterly bare.
    Who needed modesty when he was sure no one would be in his room, right? Right?
    Slide¡­
    As he shut the bathroom door behind him, he froze. His gaze landed on the mirror at the far end of the room¡ªand the unexpected figure standing in front of it. His throat went dry as he took in the sight.
    "Now that's a view I could get used to waking up to every morning."
    "Ah, little brother, you finished bathing, huh?"
    It was her¡ªNadia, his elder sister. He'd seen her last night but had only just remembered her name. She was in his room, wearing the same sheer nightie that left little to the imagination. As she stood sideways, the curve of her ass cheeks and the swell of her breasts made his cock twitch in response.
    'Well, I wasn't planning on touching her body today like I did with her dear mommy, but it seems like the plot has other ideas for me. Who am I to resist a good plot twist?'

 Chapter 14 Sister Wants to Hear the Truth!

    "What are you doing here, Dear sister?"He asked, leaning casually against the wall, making no attempt to cover himself. Why should he? She was the one who had come into his room unannounced.
    'She's the one intruding. If anyone should be embarrassed, it's her.'
    Nadia turned from her reflection in the mirror, her brown eyes skimming over his exposed body without a hint of reaction, though he was certain she'd caught sight of his sizable member. Her indifference only made him smirk¡ªshe could pretend all she wanted, but he'd have her bending to his will soon enough.
    'Just a matter of time, Nadia. Soon enough, you'll be begging for it.'
    "I can't check up on my, little brother?"
    she said, voice cool as she returned her attention to the mirror.
    "You're always barging into my space, so it's only fair."
    "Have you no shame, Sister?"
    She raised a brow, feigning innocence.
    "Shame? Why on earth would I?"
    He spread his arms, emphasizing his lack of clothing with a smirk.
    "Well, I'm standing here in all my naked glory¡ªmy little brother swinging like a proud rooster at dawn¡ªand you're acting like it's just another Tuesday."
    She gave a sly chuckle, throwing him a casual, almost pitying glance.
    "Please, little brother. I don't even see you as a man, let alone consider your 'little friend' here something to be impressed by."
    Then, as if his naked presence were the most boring thing in the world, she turned back to admiring her own reflection, adjusting a stray lock of hair with a teasing smile. A vein throbbed on his forehead.
    'This damn woman¡­'
    His pride took a bruising. Even his "beloved" stepmother had reacted to his charms when he'd pressed her close, but his stepsister? Not even a flicker of interest. Nothing but indifference at his full, glorious physique.
    'She should be the one embarrassed here! But oh no, she just waltzes in and¡ª'
    But then, an idea sparked in his mind, wiping away his irritation as a wicked grin crept across his face.
    "So, sister, are you here because you want to know what your dear husband got up to last night?"
    She froze, her teasing smirk vanishing in an instant. Got her.
    'Bingo!'
    She was a proud woman, and that pride wasn't about to let her just spit out the question burning a hole in her mind. She'd marched into his room with a fierce resolve, but now that she was here, all her pride could muster was an awkward silence.
    So caught up was she in framing her words just right that his nakedness barely even registered. But that restraint, that unshakeable dignity, was exactly the weakness he needed.
    "N-no...why would I want to kn¡ª"
    He cut her off, grinning like a fox with a mouthful of feathers.
    "Oh, no need to be so shy, sister. I can see it all over your face¡ªyou're dying to hear about what my dear brother-in-law got up to last night. But, honestly," he added with an exaggerated sigh, "it's probably better you don't know. No wife should ever hear what her husband was doing¡­"
    She froze, her eyes widening just a bit, and swallowed hard.
    'What... what on earth is he talking about? What happened last night?'
    She thought, an edge of panic creeping into her gaze.
    Oh, he'd hit the mark all right. She could barely keep her hands steady, her fingers twitching as her pride tried to hold the line. Yet there it was¡ªthat undeniable crack in her composure.
    "What's the matter, sister? It's a shame, really. Last night¡­ it was quite the spectacle. But I guess, you'd rather stay in the dark, hmm?"
    She bit her lip, her pride waging war with her curiosity. And he knew it was only a matter of time before her need to know shattered that last sliver of restraint.
    Seeing her frozen expression, he let a slow, knowing smile creep onto his face as he sauntered over to his bed. Sitting down with casual arrogance, he spread his legs apart, proudly flaunting his manhood as he lazily dried his hair with a towel, completely unbothered by her piercing gaze.
    "W-what did he do last night? I-I obviously don't care¡­ I mean, he can have as many lovers as he wants. He is a powerful warrior, after all¡­"
    She stammered, her voice trying for calm, but her eyes betrayed the spark of something much sharper.
    "Lovers? Ha! Who said anything about lovers, sister? We're not talking about love here, dear sister. No, no¡­ Just a handful of whores."
    He chuckled, his laughter low and mocking as it echoed around the room.
    Her breath hitched, eyes flashing with a fiery anger that quickly turned her curiosity into seething indignation.
    'Whores!? Not just lovers, but common whores!'
    Her fingers clenched into fists, trembling slightly as she absorbed his words. Lovers would have been tolerable¡ªeven admirable in some twisted way.
    But whores? The very thought made her blood boil. Shameless, coin-grubbing vixens who didn't even know the meaning of love? Despicable.
    To Nadia, paying for affection wasn't just shameless; it was the height of weakness. Anyone who had to purchase love didn't deserve it, plain and simple.
    Her body trembled as she closed her eyes, trying to steady herself, drawing in deep breaths to calm the storm swirling inside her.
    'Why? Why do I care? It was just a matter of time, after all.'
    Almost all cultivators were like this¡ªnever satisfied with just one woman, always on the prowl for the next conquest. It was practically a sport for them, and Nadia was learning that the only thing worse than a cheating husband was the realization that he wasn't even trying to hide it.
    "I¡­ don't really care¡­"
    She turned sharply on her heel, striding toward the door with an icy, determined pace.
    The morning sun, streaming through the room, illuminated her every step, and her sheer nightie did nothing to hide her figure.
    Her lace panties clung to her curves, framing two flawless mounds that jiggled with every angry step. Her full, bare breasts swayed, catching the light, each bounce as tempting as a forbidden fruit.
    Artis swallowed hard, his eyes practically popping out of his head.
    'Damn, what a view.'
    His body reacted with the enthusiasm of a teenage boy spotting his first pair of boobs¡ªhis member hardening like it had just found a new training partner.
    She was angry¡ªnot just at her husband but also at herself for still caring about such a shameless bastard. sea??h th§× Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'Why should I care? I'm young and I can¡ª'
    "He said you bored him¡­"
    "What?"
    She snapped, her stride halting like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming carriage. Her assets came to an abrupt stop a moment later, as if gravity itself was trying to intervene.

 Chapter 15 You Cant Handle The Truth

    "Wh-what did you say?"Nadia spun around.
    Artis shrugged casually, not even bothering to cover up his impressive nine-inch member, which stood proudly like a monument to poor decisions. He leaned back on the bed with a cheeky smirk, elbow propping him up, one leg lazily draped over the edge.
    "I don't know if it was the alcohol talking or if he was just being honest. But let me tell you, there were so many things he said that could make a rock explode itself."
    Nadia gulped, her eyes wandering down to his manhood, which was about as subtle as a peacock at a funeral. It was big, girthy, and veiny¡ªpulsating ever so slightly like it was trying to communicate. She shook her head, trying to regain her composure as if it were a lost battle.
    "What¡ªwhat other matters did he say?"
    She stammered, desperately trying to focus on his face instead of the not-so-distant reminder of her husband's failures.
    "Oh, sister, I really don't think you want to hear that. I mean, do you really want to know how he described you? Because I'd hate to ruin that pretty little daydream you've got going."
    He sleezily rose from the bed, proudly flaunting his impressive physique like a model at a brothel's fashion show. Strutting over to the wardrobe, he grabbed a crisp white robe, giving it a little twirl for dramatic flair, then sashayed back toward the mirror, ready to make a grand entrance.
    But just as he began to tie the robe, Nadia suddenly yanked his arm, spinning him around like a rag doll. Her face was as red as a ripe tomato, anger radiating from her in waves. He could practically see the steam rising from her head.
    As she glared at him, he couldn't help but notice that her chest was rising and falling like a wild beast¡ªher nipples clearly visible through the sheer silk of her nightie, practically waving a white flag of surrender.
    And up close, her full lips looked so delectable he felt like a kid in a candy store, dying to just grab them and twist them like a pretzel. But alas, he managed to restrain himself, reminding his inner villain that there were still boundaries¡ªeven in a cultivation novel.
    "I don't want you to know that, sister. No wife should hear that!"
    He gently grabbed her hand and freed his arms, turning back to the mirror as if he were the main character in a romantic drama. With a flourish, he resumed tying his robe, putting on a show like it was an Olympic sport.
    "I want to know. I have a right to know!" S§×ar?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "No, you don't."
    He replied, smirking as he adjusted the collar of his robe like a nobleman preparing for court.
    "I'm your elder sister, and I demand that!"
    She declared, crossing her arms with the kind of authority that made him briefly consider running for the hills.
    "I don't give a fuck!"
    He shot back, puffing out his chest as if he were challenging her to a duel over who was the real family authority here.
    "Grrr¡­"
    Nadia growled, her face turning a delightful shade of crimson. She redirected her fury at him, shooting daggers with her eyes that could probably cut through steel. He felt a cold sweat trickle down the back of his neck.
    'Crap! I forgot she had some kind of cultivation base! Or was it body tampering? Honestly, I don't want to find out right now.'
    "I¡ªI demand to know the truth!"
    She exclaimed, her voice reaching a pitch that could probably shatter glass.
    'Yep, now's the time.'
    He thought, feeling a rush of bravado. He locked eyes with her, channeling all the drama he could muster. With a flourish reminiscent of a third-rate actor in a low-budget film, he declared,
    "You can't handle the truth!"
    His voice boomed with a ridiculous gravitas that made even him stifle a laugh. Nadia's anger faltered, her eyes widening like saucers, and for a moment, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding carriage.
    "J-just say it... dammit..."
    She muttered, weakly punching his arm like a kitten trying to assert dominance over a lion.
    A smirk crept onto his face as he reveled in the moment.
    "Fine. You win. He uh...He said... he said... you were just a stepping stone for him to get closer to me!"
    He paused dramatically for effect, letting the words hang in the air like a poorly timed fart at a family dinner.
    "That way, he can get closer to the young master and the Patriarch..."
    Nadia's entire world tilted on its axis.
    "What?!"
    She exclaimed, looking as if he'd just told her the sky was green. She had been bracing for some awful revelation¡ªlike being told she was bad at bed or that her cooking could start a war¡ªbut this? This was worse than a thousand paper cuts!
    'Gotcha!'
    Seeing her trembling form, his smile widened to the point that it looked like his lips were about to burst.
    'Sow discord and steal the wives. That's my motto, ladies and gentlemen! I shall steal them all, starting from my own family¡ªbecause who needs boundaries when you have a grand plan?'
    "Lie... it's a lie..."
    Nadia stammered, her voice shaky as she clenched her fists like a cartoon character ready to burst into flames.
    "Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's him. I don't know... But honestly, if I were you, I wouldn't want my little brother stalking my husband and digging up the truth either."
    He said, chuckling while he took his sweet time tying his robe. He could have done it in a flash, but no, he was savoring this moment like a chef with a fine wine¡ªrelishing every drop of tension in the air.
    The longer he dragged it out, the more delicious the drama became. This was a crucial time, and he was playing it like a maestro conducting an orchestra of chaos. He was sure his last words would reel her in, hook, line, and sinker.
    "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to visit the Patriarch for my well-deserved reward."
    He said, striding confidently toward the door. As he passed, he made sure to 'accidentally' brush against her.
    Thud!
    Her soft, squishy breasts met his elbow with all the grace of a meat pie colliding with a brick wall. He could practically hear the squish echoing in the room.
    But to his surprise, she didn't bat an eyelash¡ªher expression was as focused as a cultivator meditating at the peak of Mount Introspection.
    He smiled and stepped out of the room and strutted down the hallway like a peacock showing off its feathers, mentally preparing for his meeting with the Patriarch. After all, he was on a quest for his reward.

 Chapter 16 The Misunderstood Little Brother!

    Nadia stared at her own reflection, trying to make sense of it all. Her face was flawless, her curves enviable¡ªdammit, she knew she was hot.She was a walking daydream. So why, in the name of all things sacred, was her husband pulling this nonsense?
    "Am I not pretty? Am I not hot enough?"
    "Why did he have to punish me like this...?"
    Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks like they were competing for a spot on the Olympic swimming team.
    Her little brother had said it might be the alcohol.
    "Yes, that's it! My husband wouldn't say something like that if he were sober."
    But here's the kicker: she wasn't doubting Artis for a second. Why would she? He was her little brother, after all. He wouldn't lie about something serious like this.
    Nope, no way, no how. He had no reason to spin a web of deceit¡ªunless, of course, his aim was to rescue her from the clutches of marital despair. Because let's face it, when Chen was around, it was like living in a soap opera where everyone had a shady motive and no one could act.
    But maybe Artis was just avoiding the situation, scared that digging too deep would lead to heartbreak for himself. After all, he loved her husband like an older brother, even if that older brother was a bit of a drunken jerk.
    Her brother's last words echoed through her mind like a haunting whisper, tinged with mystery and unintended drama.
    "Honestly, if I were you, I wouldn't want my little brother stalking my husband and digging up the truth either."
    Nadia gasped, clutching her chest.
    "Does that mean... he needs me to give him this job? So he can investigate fully, without holding back, without fear of what dark secrets he might uncover?"
    Her heart raced, practically performing gymnastics in her ribcage.
    "Oh, my poor, self-sacrificing little brother... willing to risk his innocence to uncover the truth."
    She clutched her chest, struck by the sheer gravity of her revelation¡ªwhile somewhere in town, Artis was blissfully unaware that his simple comment had sent his sister into a spiral of tragic inspiration.
    ¡­
    Meanwhile, Artis headed straight for the palace. He cut through the crowd, completely oblivious to the complex web of "noble duty" his sister had woven for him.
    The palace guards cast him a mix of looks: the lackeys of Lord Pliney glared as if Artis had strutted in wearing a neon sign that read "Troublemaker," while the younger, more unhinged guards stared with a sort of wild-eyed admiration, like he was the gritty hero they'd always wanted to be.
    Everyone knew him here, but not everyone saw him the same way. Some thought he was a meddler; others thought he was a legend in the making.
    'Idiots.'
    Artis thought, shaking his head.
    'Why bother fighting me? They could just keep lounging around in their cushy palace life, reaping the benefits of being guards, enjoying the perks, the women, the food. But nooo¡ªthey'd rather be morons and try to take on someone they can't beat. Absolute dumbasses.'
    Artis could hardly believe the audacity of these palace guards. Here they were, living better than 90% of the world, yet they'd chosen to sign up for a losing battle.
    He'd done his homework; he'd read all the shady little "chapters" on the major players in the area. He knew what these people were hiding, including Pliney. The so-called Grand Elder could try something dramatic, but Artis knew whose head would be rolling if it came to that¡ªand it wouldn't be his.
    Strolling through the courtyard, he flashed a cocky grin to the ladies who giggled as he passed, his long white hair glinting in the sunlight as he ran a smooth hand through it. A few women sighed, practically swooning.
    'Once I get my hands on that dual cultivation scroll, all these beauties are coming with me on my next adventure.' Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Leaving the courtyard, where a handful of cultivators were busy pretending to master martial arts, he headed straight for Young Master Jin's quarters. Just the thought of the scroll waiting inside made his blood pump a little faster.
    Knock, knock.
    Artis tapped the double doors, and they swung open dramatically from within, probably being pulled by two overworked maids.
    And there he was¡ªYoung Master Jin, sprawled like he owned the place, legs stretched out on the massive bed as two maids dutifully massaged his feet. Standing nearby, Chen grinned like he was posing for a portrait, ever the loyal sidekick.
    'Oh, don't worry, brother-in-law.'
    Artis thought smugly, glancing at Chen.
    'I'm getting you drunk again tonight whether you like it or not.'
    "There he is! The man, the myth, the legend!"
    Jin crowed, raising his arms like Artis had just won him a championship.
    With a grin of his own, Artis strolled into the luxurious room, feeling the eyes of the maids on him.
    "Ah, please, Young Master, no need to flatter me," he replied, feigning modesty. "I only did what any humble man would. After all, your mother is my Matriarch¡ªI'd never let anyone dare to disrespect her."
    Inwardly, though, he was already savoring the praise, ready to milk it until the cows came home and begged for mercy.
    Jin clapped his hands.
    "What a guy! I picked the right man to call my brother. You deserve a reward!"
    The Young Master smirked, clearly thinking himself a generous patron of the arts¡ªor at least, of loyal flattery. In truth, he was probably just proud that he'd managed to bag Artis as his personal hype man.
    'Look at this guy.'
    Artis thought, casting a sidelong glance at Jin.
    'If "handsome villain" had a poster child, he'd be it. Arrogant young master vibes in every inch, like he came straight out of one of those tragic backstory novels¡­ Ah, well, someone's gotta be the comic relief.'
    Artis scratched the back of his neck and let out a sheepish chuckle, putting on his best humble act.
    "Geez, Young Master, you know I thought we were more like brothers by now! But hey, if the world's most talented and gracious man insists on giving me a reward, who am I to refuse?"
    Jin's face lit up like he'd just found out his allowance was doubled. He slapped his thigh and burst into laughter, sounding more like a villain than he probably intended. T
    he maids, poor souls, jolted in surprise, their hands momentarily frozen mid-massage. But what could they do? They just kept on working, pretending this was all normal.
    "See, that's what I like about you, Artis! No fake humility crap, no pretending to turn it down. You took it and still managed to butter me up like a damn pastry. You're a masterpiece, my friend!"
    Jin leapt off the bed with all the enthusiasm of someone who had never worked a day in his life, his sudden motion sending the maids scrambling backward and landing on their butts with dazed expressions.
    "Come on," Jin grinned, oblivious.
    "Let's go meet my father! Huh? Why'd you stop? Keep massaging."
    The young master said, waving a hand like he was dismissing a fly. Not a single maid, butler, or guard dared to blink. They knew better by now ¡ª this was just another Tuesday with their deranged young master.
    "As you wish, Young Master."
    The maids chorused, bowing obediently before crouching and getting right back to work on his legs. Artis had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.
    'Yep, if pettiness were an art form, Jin here would be a masterpiece. Villain material for sure, just the discount version.'
    Jin slapped Artis's shoulder, as if they'd just shared some deep bonding moment.
    "Come on, brother!"
    He said, strutting forward with all the grace of a deranged rooster, while the maids trailed after him in a sad little line. Artis couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
    Did he feel any pity for the maids? Not a bit. In a world where people got killed over a scrap of bread or a stray look, having to put up with Jin's absurdity was practically a spa day.
    They made their way down the corridor, passing a parade of paintings that probably cost more than most villages.
    Finally, they reached the grand balcony, where the imposing Lord of the palace was gazing out over his vast lands. At his side, Pliney was nibbling on a cake as if it were a matter of life and death, his fingers daintily pinching the tiny dessert.
    "Father! Behold, I bring you the 'man' himself!"
    Jin declared, snickering like he'd just delivered the punchline of the century.
    His voice rang out across the balcony, startling Pliney so hard he nearly dropped his precious cake, looking every bit like a kid busted sneaking sweets before dinner.
    He whipped around, first glaring at the interruption, then quickly softening as he recognized Jin¡ªuntil his gaze landed on Artis, at which point his expression could have curdled milk.
    In an instant, Pliney wiped the crumbs of cream and cake from his mouth with the speed of a ninja, like this was a ritual he'd perfected over the years.
    But Artis was not about to let him off that easily.
    He locked eyes with the elder, smirking with all the confidence of a man who had just witnessed the great and powerful Grand Elder indulging in a pastry like it was the last dessert on Earth.

 Chapter 17 Silver Tongue

    "It's a good thing you brought him here, son."The Patriarch declared, turning around with the kind of regal flair that could make a statue feel inadequate. Tall, imposing, and damn good-looking, with a wife that was drop-dead gorgeous and a daughter who was equally hot. A man basking in the full glow of power and prosperity.
    'All of which I'm going to rip right out of your smug little hands.'
    Artis thought, barely hiding his grin.
    The Patriarch spread his arms wide, practically oozing magnanimity. "So, what do you want, Artis? Coins, pills, rare scrolls, arts, scriptures? Just say the word¡ªit's yours." His voice boomed as if he were offering the whole damn universe.
    Artis knew his cue.
    'Showtime.'
    "Look, I didn't do it for any rewards¡ª"
    Artis started, scratching the back of his head with a bashful expression, milking it for every ounce of fake modesty he could squeeze.
    But Pliney, ever the self-appointed virtue police, clapped his pudgy hands like a seal who smelled a fish.
    "Ah, hear that? Such a noble soul, refusing a reward from the Patriarch himself. Truly inspiring!"
    His sly gaze practically dared Artis to fumble.
    The Patriarch wasn't deterred.
    "Oh, but I insist, Artis. A villa? Yours. Need some beauties to warm your bed? Consider it done. Whatever you desire!"
    Before Artis could even respond, Pliney's gleeful voice slithered in again.
    "Respected Patriarch, junior apprentice Artis has already rejected¡ª"
    "Let me finish my words, Grand Elder."
    Artis cut him off, a glint of irritation flashing in his eyes. Breathing the same air as this pompous meatball was enough to put him off his meal for a week. sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'Seriously, how did the real Artis put up with this grease-slicked buffoon for so long?'
    Pliney's face soured, glaring daggers at Artis, who responded with a smug smirk that all but said, "Try me." Then, ignoring the blubbering obstruction altogether, Artis turned to the Patriarch, looking as respectful as ever.
    "Respected Patriarch¡­"
    Artis bowed, his fist in his palm, putting on a show of humility that, ironically, was anything but.
    "I would've rejected any reward from any other man. But to refuse an offer from you, sir, would be unthinkable."
    Pliney scoffed, clearly not taking the hint.
    "Ah-ha! So, you admit you were only doing it for the reward, huh? You¡ª"
    "Grand Elder, if you'd be so kind as to allow me to finish my words."
    Artis cut in again, sounding polite but throwing enough edge into his tone to cut through steel.
    Pliney's face twisted in frustration, his eyes blazing with indignation, but Artis barely acknowledged him.
    "You dare disrespect me, you insolent brat! I'm the Grand Elder of this sect! The only ones worthy to show me such disrespect are the Patriarch and his family!"
    Pliney fumed, practically shaking with indignation.
    "Patriarch, this boy is¡ª"
    "Let the boy speak, Grand Elder," the Patriarch's voice cut through, cold and steady as steel. "I see what you're doing. Regardless of your feelings, he saved the Matriarch yesterday. Surely that's reason enough to give him a moment, no?"
    Pliney went rigid, then dropped to his knees, bowing low, his tone drenched in forced humility.
    "Forgive this fool, Patriarch. I shouldn't have spoken against Junior Apprentice Artis."
    "You are forgiven, Grand Elder."
    The Patriarch's gaze shifted back to Artis, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.
    "Now, young man, you had something to say?"
    Artis, still bowing, looked up with a calm, confident smirk.
    "I would've turned down any reward from any other man, my Patriarch."
    He began, standing up straight and letting the anticipation build.
    "Because, you see, I may not know the depths of anyone else's wealth. But you, Patriarch¡­"
    He met the Patriarch's icy stare, his own gaze mischievous, with a slow grin that was one part reverence, two parts ambition.
    "I know you, Patriarch. You're the man among men, the one and only true lord of this world."
    Artis declared, savoring the faint quiver of pride at the Patriarch's lips. He knew exactly how to butter up this old lion¡ªand the way the Patriarch's ego soaked it up was a sight to behold.
    'Perfect, let's lay it on thick.'
    Artis thought, chuckling internally. A direct ask for a reward would just get him a nice trinket and a pat on the back, but if he played his cards right, he could secure far more than just a quick payout.
    "Even if you built me a mansion, granted me a hundred...no, a thousand untouched beauties, and saw to my every whim for life, that'd still be a mere drop in your vast ocean of wealth! Why, even if I took a mountain of your treasures, it wouldn't scratch the surface of your greatness, my lord."
    He kept his gaze on the Patriarch, subtly noting every twitch, every pleased glimmer in his eye. Artis could practically see the gears turning¡ªhe was laying down praise like it was the finest silk, and the Patriarch was getting wrapped up in it nicely.
    Meanwhile, Pliney's face looked like he'd swallowed a lemon wrapped in jealousy and dipped in bitterness. Utter disgust and shock twisted his features, as he watched Artis expertly massage the Patriarch's ego.
    This was his job! The Grand Elder's entire purpose in life revolved around feeding the Patriarch's pride, and here was this upstart handling it like he'd been born for it.
    'When the hell did this little degenerate get the guts to lay it on this thick in front of the Patriarch?'
    Pliney thought, scowling so hard his jowls practically quivered with indignation.
    "But my lord," Artis continued smoothly, his voice dropping to a humble tone, "I don't need money. Young Master Jin sees to it that I live comfortably, blessed by his generosity."
    He said, flashing Jin an innocent, wide-eyed smile. Jin, predictably, looked like he'd just received a standing ovation, nodding to himself, chest puffing up as if he were a benevolent deity himself.
    "So, logically," Artis added with a slight bow, "the best reward would be a treasured artifact or a unique scroll. Just a humble request, as I'm content here with all that I have."
    He spoke with such sweetness that it almost disguised the shrewd glint in his eye.
    The Patriarch's grin spread wide, clearly pleased as he considered the request. Pliney, however, just about turned purple, simmering as he glared at Artis with murderous envy.
    "That's it then. Simple as can be. Son, take him to the secret inventory," the Patriarch declared with a flick of his wrist. "And you, Artis, take one item¡ªwhatever catches your eye. You want the Flying Sword of the Wind God? It's yours. Fancy the Chains of Hell? Go ahead, claim it. Whatever your heart desires."
    "But my Patriarch! That's¡ª"
    Pliney stammered, looking like he'd just choked on his last crumb of cake, utterly horrified at the thought of this punk getting to choose from the rarest artifacts he himself had never even laid eyes on.
    "Enough, Grand Elder," the Patriarch snapped, cutting him off with a deadly finality. "I've heard quite enough from you. Son, take this young man and show him the way."
    The Patriarch spun around, effectively slamming the door on any further whining from Pliney. Jin clapped a hand on Artis's shoulder, grinning like they were best friends about to hit up a luxury toy store.
    "Come on, Artis, get ready to have your mind blown. The things in that inventory? They'll knock you dead just from the sight of them!"
    Jin cackled, giving Artis a hearty slap on the back. Artis threw a mocking grin at Pliney, then wiggled his fingers in a delightfully sassy wave as they exited, leaving the Grand Elder stewing in pure, unfiltered resentment.
    ¡­
    The secret storage room was tucked away somewhere beneath the basement¡ªa vault so restricted that only the Patriarch and the family could access it.
    "We're here."
    Jin gestured grandly as two guards pulled open the massive gates. Inside was a dim, sprawling chamber, lined with shelves upon shelves of treasures that practically oozed power.
    Artis stepped in, feeling like a kid who just got let loose in a candy shop... but with swords, scrolls, and mystical weapons that could flatten mountains.
    His fingers tingled as he took his first steps inside, his smirk only growing wider.
    "Nobody comes down here unless it's life or death."
    Jin explained, standing by the entrance and peering in like he was avoiding some ancient curse.
    "Father says the stuff in here is too valuable to just be lying around for everyday use."
    'Yeah, right. Of course, all the "priceless" junk gets stashed down here in the eternal basement of doom.'
    Weapons lay tangled with dusty armor, cracked vials, and strange, withered scrolls. Old, moldy clothes were piled up like someone's abandoned laundry. And as he looked closer¡ªoh, hell no¡ªthere were body parts too. Fingers, a shriveled foot, and¡ªwas that an eyeball?
    'What kind of morbid taste does this family have?'
    Artis shuddered, feeling both creeped out and slightly impressed by the sheer weirdness.
    But then, at the far end of the room under a flickering, ghostly magic light, he spotted them¡ªa messy heap of small books, haphazardly piled like discarded paperbacks. They had an aura of pure, mystical neglect, practically screaming "forbidden knowledge nobody's touched in ages."
    'Bingo!'
    His face lit up.
    'There it is.'
    Artis zeroed in on that pile, certain the scripture he'd been hunting was nestled right there among the rejects.

 Chapter 18 Getting The Forbidden Scripture!

    Artis waded through the thick cobwebs, batting them away as they clung annoyingly to his hair and clothes.'I could just grab a divine sword or some heavenly weapon and strut around like a badass.'
    He thought with a sigh.
    'but then I'd just be a walking deadweight. Without a proper cultivation base, all that power means jack.'
    It was true. All the flashy gear wouldn't mean squat if he didn't have the cultivation to back it up. Right now, he needed something that would actually make him powerful, not just look the part.
    After fighting through what felt like a haunted house's worth of cobwebs, he finally reached the stack. Each scripture looked the same¡ªdusty, dull, and maddeningly identical.
    'Dammit, this is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack made of scrolls.'
    He scratched his head, already feeling the headache coming on.
    "Have you found something you like?"
    Jin's voice echoed from the doorway, clearly enjoying Artis's predicament. He threw a look back, giving Jin a helpless shrug.
    "I think I'll be grabbing something from these scriptures. Might need a minute, though."
    "Alright, make it count! Once-in-a-lifetime chance here."
    Jin grinned, throwing a cautionary glance around the room.
    "Just make sure you actually understand the language¡ªit's ancient. Odds are you won't get even half of it. And remember, only one item, got it? These guards here, well¡­let's just say they're real trigger-happy with those swords if you try for more."
    "Yeah, yeah, got it¡ªone item, no double-dipping."
    He gave Jin a casual wave, who nodded, clearly convinced Artis wasn't about to try his luck, and strolled back out.
    'Huh. Not half-bad, actually. Not quite the pain in the ass the novel made him out to be. Maybe he does give a damn about Artis... or just has a soft spot for doling out cryptic advice in creepy basements.'
    Artis snickered to himself. The Jin from the novel was all arrogance, no charm¡ªbut now? He seemed like that guy who'd steal your last bite of food and then insist he did it for your own good.
    Given the novel's from the hero's point of view, all we ever see of villains is their scheming, their petty nonsense, or their villainous monologues. Their normal lives? Total black hole. No one gets to see if these "evil masterminds" also have off-days where they eat bad soup or lose at board games.
    Who wants to watch a villain laugh, genuinely smile, or¡ªheaven forbid¡ªact like a normal human being? No one, really.
    'Guess that's part of the thrill here. Never know what these so-called villains are doing with their downtime. And that just makes things¡­fascinating.'
    With a sly grin, Artis took a deep breath, plopped down on the dusty floor, and picked up the first scripture on top of the stack. He opened it gingerly, mindful of the ancient, brittle pages that looked ready to crumble at the slightest touch.
    "Sword of¡­uh¡­wait, what the hell does that letter even mean?"
    He squinted, tilting the page, trying to decipher the ornate script.
    "Ah! Sword of Thunder and Lightning! Damn, now *that* sounds spicy. Let's see what this bad boy can actually do¡­"
    He started skimming through the text, not even realizing he was breezing through ancient gibberish like it was his mother tongue.
    Not just any language, but the ancient version of some dead language that even the best scholars needed magnifying glasses and prayer circles to make sense of.
    That was probably why all these priceless scriptures were just piled up here collecting cobwebs¡ªnobody could read the damn things.
    Ten minutes in, he reached the end of the first scroll and felt¡­absolutely nothing.
    "What the hell? I got *nothing* out of that! What is 'When steel shatters, look up, for the sky will be your sword and armor'? Who wrote this crap, some drunk philosopher?"
    Still, weirdly enough, he could recall every single verse like it had been burned into his brain.
    Shrugging it off, he tossed the scroll aside and dove back into the pile, hoping the next one would actually make some sense¡ªor better yet, give him the kind of power-up that would make those smug elders eat their words.
    After skimming through hundreds of dusty scrolls and nearly coughing up a lung from all the cobwebs, Artis finally stumbled upon a pink scripture.
    He picked it up, blew off a thick layer of grime, and the dust parted to reveal glistening golden letters and intricate lines adorning the cover like some forbidden treasure.
    'This is it.'
    He cracked open the scroll, and lo and behold, there it was¡ªa classic depiction of a man and a woman locked in the throes of passion, drawn in the ancient style. The artistry was subtle, refined, but unmistakably explicit.
    'Oh, yeah. Finally, daddy's coming, ladies.'
    A wicked grin spread across his face, and then he couldn't hold back. He chuckled, cackled, and erupted into a full-blown, unhinged laugh that echoed through the ancient room.
    Then¡ªclang, clang!¡ªa metallic sound clanged from outside, followed by an irritated shout.
    "Keep it down, fool!"
    "Oh! My bad! Just, uh, got a little excited."
    Artis called out, trying to stifle his laughter. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, rolled up the scroll, and waltzed out of the treasure room with all the swagger of a man who'd just hit the jackpot.
    As tempting as the gleaming artifacts and relics were, Artis kept his gaze straight, resisting the urge to ogle anything that looked remotely shiny. He knew the lore¡ªthe chapter practically spelled it out.
    Wandering eyes in this room could end with wandering hands, and in a place like this, that usually meant a one-way ticket to reincarnation.
    "Aren't you gonna check me or something?"
    He quipped, stopping in front of a guard dressed head-to-toe in a black outfit so basic it looked like something you'd see on the clearance rack. This wasn't armor; this was the guy you don't mess with because he doesn't need armor.
    In every game ever, there's a rule: if someone's coming at you naked with just a stick, do yourself a favor and run. That same logic applied here¡ªespecially since this guy didn't even flinch.
    'Good thing I don't have any cultivation base.'
    Artis thought, sweat beading on his brow.
    'Otherwise, I'd probably be getting a full-on energy blast death glare right now.'
    "No need," the guard intoned, eyes unblinking. "You only took one item."
    "Oh? A-alright then. Bye."
    Artis gave an awkward wave, like a kid caught sneaking an extra cookie, and then bolted for the stairs.
    When he emerged onto the upper floor, the sky was already veiled in darkness. He stopped, blinking at the sudden nightfall.
    "Holy hell, how long was I in there?!"
    Artis rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the darkened hall as he realized the palace was eerily empty except for a few guards here and there.
    "More than a dozen hours, brother-in-law."
    The voice made him jump, and he spun around to see Chen strutting toward him, looking half-amused, half-exasperated.
    "Brother-in-law!" Artis groaned. "You still here?"
    "Well, duh," Chen rolled his eyes, strolling up to him. "How could I leave you stranded here like an idiot? Now, what'd you swipe from the treasure trove, huh?" He jabbed Artis lightly in the stomach, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
    "Alright, alright, I'll spill," Artis smirked, rubbing his ribs, "but not on an empty stomach! Tavern first¡ªI'm starving. Plus, I could go for a drink that doesn't taste like ancient dust."
    Chen raised an eyebrow.
    "We've got food at home, you know. Who needs the tavern?" S~ea??h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Chen asked in protest, but Artis was already grinning like a fox that had just raided the henhouse.
    "Oh? What's this, Great Chen?" Artis said, barely suppressing his laughter. "Don't tell me the mighty Chen's afraid of his wife! C'mon, is she threatening you with the couch, or¡­ does she actually whoop your ass? Heh heh heh."
    Chen's face flushed red so fast he looked like a cherry about to pop. In this world, what husband wanted to be seen as whipped by his wife?
    Not a single one. And especially not Chen, who'd rather chew glass than lose face in front of his brother-in-law¡ªespecially since this loudmouth was sure to spill it all to Jin. He could already picture the young master laughing himself silly.
    "Hmph! Like I'd be afraid of a woman like Nadia," he scoffed, puffing out his chest.
    'Let her get mad. What's she gonna do, cheat on me? Ha! Not in this lifetime.'
    Chen flashed a forced, smug grin, but Artis could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and he knew he'd hit a nerve. Smiling to himself, Artis let out a satisfied chuckle. Another victory secured.
    'I'll have your wife come to my room today, dear brother-in-law. I'll make sure to use her. He he he.'
    "Fine. Lets get to the tavern and enjoy ourselves. Who cares about that stupid bitch anyway? What's she gonna do? Come on, brother-in-law. Lets go."

 Chapter 19 Drunken Husband and His Hot Wife

    Nadia was pacing in front of the full-body mirror, muttering to herself like she was trying to out-argue a phantom critic.She'd been mad all morning, chewed on it all day, and by sunset, she'd decided that her husband had only said those horrid things because he'd been drunk out of his mind.
    "Yes, exactly!"
    She nodded to her reflection.
    "Only someone with no sense at all would say I look like a¡­ like a pig. So he was obviously sloshed. That's the only answer."
    She stared at her reflection, tilting her head this way and that, admiring herself for the hundredth time that day. This wasn't some vanity thing¡ªokay, maybe it was a little¡ªbut more a battle against the gnawing thought that had plagued her for months.
    Despite her killer curves, toned abs, and the sultry charm she'd spent years honing, Chen barely gave her a second glance these days. He was always "too busy with palace duties" or "too tired."
    So, naturally, she'd come to the only conclusion possible: she was losing her allure. And if she was losing her allure, then her womanly powers, the very core of her identity, were slipping away.
    But even as she recited these reassurances, there was still a nagging thought poking around in the back of her mind, like a nosy neighbor pressing her ear to the door.
    What if¡­ maybe it wasn't just him being tired? What if she actually wasn't enough?
    'Okay, Nadia, calm down.'
    She thought, fidgeting with the little lace tie at her waist.
    'Husband probably didn't mean it. Just a drunk slip-up. Besides, if anything weird is going on, little brother would've told me by now. Right? He wouldn't hide things for Chen.'
    She glanced down at herself, tugging at the lavender nightie. It was one of her "vintage pieces" from a couple of years ago¡ªback when it had actually reached her knees. Now it barely skimmed mid-thigh, clinging to her curves and leaving very little to the imagination.
    The sheer fabric practically showcased her assets; her cleavage was on full display, and the matching lace panties weren't exactly discreet.
    "Maybe he'll notice this time¡­"
    She mumbled, twirling a lock of her hair, half convinced that tonight would be different. But the tiny voice of doubt still lingered.
    Just as she was giving herself a once-over in the mirror, she heard voices outside.
    "Stop it, brother-in-law! She's my sister¡ªyou can't just go on calling her that. She'd be heartbroken!"
    Nadia's chest heaved, her fists clenched at her sides as she strained to hear through the thin walls. Her husband was stumbling through the door, drunk as a skunk and laughing like a fool.
    "Pig¡­" he snorted, barely able to keep his balance. "I'm telling you, bro, she's a damn pig. No man could get hard looking at that naked, piggy body. Not even you, no way."
    Nadia's jaw dropped, her hands trembling as she clutched the delicate lace of her nightie. Her chest heaved with each breath, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but anger was boiling up inside her, smothering any sense of shame. S§×arch* The N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'How dare he¡­ how dare he talk about me like that, in my own damn house!'
    She thought, her fingers curling into fists. She had spent hours getting ready, trying to make herself look irresistible, pouring every ounce of her charm into that lace and silk. But this? This was what he really thought?
    "Brother-in-law, enough!"
    Her little brother's voice rose, thick with frustration.
    "Nadia is the definition of gorgeous. If there's anyone in the realm who could make a man go crazy just by batting her eyelashes, it's her. Do you know how many men would be on their knees for just a glance?"
    Nadia's pulse quickened. Artis's voice was fierce, his tone unwavering. He wasn't holding back, not for one second.
    A rush of warmth crept up her cheeks as she absorbed his words. Beautiful? Hot? Her heart hammered wildly, a mix of embarrassment and a strange sense of pride.
    Here she was, decked out like a goddess in this flimsy excuse for a nightgown, and her own step brother was the one who recognized her allure¡ªwhile her husband barely noticed.
    "Nobody in this damn world can match her, Brother-in-law. You might be drunk now, but if you keep disrespecting her, maybe you don't deserve her."
    "Yeah, sure. An ugly whore is way more appealing than your piggy, ha-ha."
    But no matter how much Chen jeered, her Artis wasn't letting up with the insults.
    "Shut it! No need to make things worse. She's right here, you idiot! I don't want her to find out you've been with every whore in the city. You'll break her heart."
    Nadia's heart slammed against her chest. She felt like her soul was being crushed by every word. But what really got her was the sound of Chen's drunken laugh that echoed through the house like some kind of bad joke.
    "Not in her room! You're sleeping on the couch tonight, pal. I'm not letting you near Nadia like this¡ªshe deserves better than your drunken ass!"
    Nadia's tears started to well up, her vision blurring with rage and heartbreak. She quickly wiped them away, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself.
    'So this is it?'
    Her own husband, the one who should be there for her, treating her like this... and her stepbrother, the one who would probably give more love and respect than this pathetic excuse for a man.
    Nadia marched towards her door, slide it open like she was about to break up a fight at a bar, and froze.
    There they were: her husband, completely sloshed, sprawled out like a discarded ragdoll, getting shoved unceremoniously onto the couch by her little brother.
    Poor guy was trying to handle the drunken mess with the finesse of a babysitter, but the moment the door creaked open, his head snapped around like he'd just been caught doing something way worse than being nice to a drunk.
    The warm light from her room spilled into the cold darkness of the living room, casting a dramatic glow on the scene. It was like the sun had come to expose all the ridiculousness.
    Nadia could feel her little brother's eyes on her¡ªshifting nervously, like a kid caught stealing cookies¡ªbut she had a hunch it wasn't the sight of her being all dramatic that had him rattled.
    No, it was the fact that she'd just walked in wearing¡ªwell, that¡ªthe nightie she probably should've saved for later.

 Chapter 20 Tickling A Step Sister

    "Ha ha ha, Nadia...he's, uh...a little drunk¡­ you know¡­"Artis slurred, trying to steady himself as he approached her, his own scent of alcohol mixing with the sweet, floral perfume she wore.
    "Go back to sleep, Nadia. Brother-in-law's passed out, so he'll sleep on the couch. No need to worry."
    He said, raising a hand to mask his boozy breath while gently turning her around. What she didn't catch, though, was the undeniable bulge straining against his robe the moment his gaze landed on her.
    'By the heavens! Get a hold of yourself!'
    Artis thought, feeling his pulse quicken as the flowery fragrance wrapped around him, working its magic. Up close, he could admire her smooth skin, the curve of her hips, and, holy hell, the way her ass cheeks were perfectly outlined through her thin, almost sheer nightwear.
    His eyes traveled down her smooth, toned legs, and even her back had him mesmerized. Each little glimpse was enough to make his heart race faster than it had in any fight.
    'Damn it. Why did she have to wear that to bed?'
    Artis thought, beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck as his eyes darted down her body.
    "Nadia, please¡­ just go back to sleep."
    He managed, his voice pleading. She gave him a look, pausing for a moment, then nodded, casting one last glance at Chen, who was sprawled out on the couch, before quietly slipping back to her room and closing the door behind her.
    As soon as the door clicked shut, Artis' expression morphed into a devilish grin. He tiptoed over to Chen, then dropped onto his knees beside the slumbering drunkard, leaning in close to murmur in his ear.
    "Piggy. You absolute waste of a woman¡­ Who even wants to see your sorry, bloated face anyway? Your pudgy ass is the safest thing on the planet; nobody in their right mind would touch them. The whore I had today was the best woman I held in my entire life."
    He whispered with relish, his words laced with venomous satisfaction.
    A lazy grin spread across Chen's unconscious face, even in his stupor, as if he'd somehow understood.
    He smirked, gave his handiwork a final look, then quickly darted into his room and took a lightning-fast bath, scrubbing away the chaos of the evening.
    When he returned, he pressed his ear to the door, grinning in anticipation. Sure enough, Chen's drunken voice was mumbling through the walls, delivering exactly the line Artis had been hoping for.
    "...The whore I had today was the best woman I held in my entire life... hehehe¡­"
    Then, suddenly¡ª
    Slap!
    The unmistakable sound echoed through the hall, and Artis instinctively clutched his own cheek, feeling the ghost of the slap himself.
    'Ouch... Damn! Poor guy.'
    He shook his head, feeling a tiny pang of sympathy.
    'Chen, your sacrifice will not be in vain.'
    Then he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway, each step steady and ominous.
    Artis gave himself one last once-over. He ran his hands through his hair, letting the loose strands fall artfully over his shoulders, and shrugged his robe just enough to reveal his chiseled chest and sculpted arms.
    His muscles gleamed, and his hair cascaded down like he'd just strolled out of a romance novel. If he was anywhere but this dim room, he'd be swarmed by admirers of all persuasions¡ªno one could resist that level of radiant hotness.
    As the footsteps finally halted right outside his door, Artis quickly tiptoed back to his bed, easing himself down with a practiced nonchalance.
    "Whew," he muttered to himself.
    'All this work, and for what? If I'd put this much planning into my life before, I'd have been a billionaire by 30.'
    Then he shrugged, a lazy grin spreading across his face.
    'Eh, at least here, I get to die looking fabulous.'
    Hearing the footsteps finally stop just behind his door, he took a deep breath, mentally prepping himself for his grand performance.
    He leaned back, loosened his posture, and added a slight wobble to his movements, practicing his best "accidentally tipsy" expression. This was going to be his Oscar moment.
    Knock~ Knock~
    Artis smirked to himself, muttering, "Coming..." with just the right amount of dramatic sigh.
    He got up from the bed, making sure every step was loud enough to sound properly heroic as he stomped across the floorboards. Then, with a flourish that would make any B-movie hero jealous, he slid open the door.
    "N-Nadia? What brings you here?"
    He asked, doing his best impression of a clueless but irresistible leading man.
    She just blinked, surprised at the sight of him, and without a word, stepped forward to wrap her arms around him in a tight hug.
    "Uh... Nadia¡­"
    He managed to sound confused, but inside, he was cheering. Her soft breasts were pressed right up against his bare chest, separated only by her thin silk nightie. Thank you, universe, he thought, savoring the moment.
    Slowly, he let his hands slide around her, running his fingers along her back with all the finesse he could muster. His palms settled just above her ass cheeks, dangerously close but holding back. He grinned to himself.
    'He he he. Don't worry, Sis, I got you. he he he ...'
    A mischievous grin crept across his face as he leaned in, deciding it was time to crank up the drunken act. He slurred,
    "Mmm, Nadia, you smell all... flowery. Are you the one who's a little tipsy? Did you swipe Dad's bottle again, you naughty little minx?"
    She giggled against his chest, giving him a playful pinch in the stomach.
    "Idiot, you're the one who's drunk!"
    He groaned dramatically, clutching his side as if she'd mortally wounded him.
    "Then what's a dangerously gorgeous woman doing in a bachelor's room at this hour? I'll warn you now¡ªI'm drunk, and when I'm drunk, I can't be held accountable for what these hands might do."
    She rolled her eyes, giving his side another pinch.
    "Shut up, you drunken moron. I'm your sister. Don't go getting any ideas."
    "Aargh! You dare to pinch me? Oh, you've declared war now."
    He wiggled his fingers in mock menace and launched an all-out tickle attack on her sides, sending her into squeals of laughter as she squirmed in his grasp. S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Wait¡­ha ha ha¡­wait¡­Arti¡­ha ha ha¡­stop it!"
    She laughed and squirmed, trying to dart away, but he pulled her right back in, keeping her close with one arm as his fingers danced mercilessly over her sides.
    She twisted, breathless and giggling, but his grip held firm as his fingers "accidentally" brushed across her breasts, his hand getting a quick, full-on feel of her soft curves.
    She yelped, but before she could even react, he was back at it with his tickling, using the chaos to his advantage. This time, with a devious flick of his fingers, he managed to untie the delicate lace at her waist, the knot that held her flimsy nightie together slipping free.
    Oblivious in the moment, she didn't even notice the loosened knot or that her nightie was now hanging open.
    'Now's the chance.'

 Chapter 21 This aint teasing at all!

    'Now's my chance.'Artis thought, grinning wickedly as he jabbed his fingers into Nadia's side, tickling her so hard she buckled to one side.
    Using the momentum, he let his hand slide up to cup one of her bare breasts, fingers spreading as he felt her soft flesh fill his grip. He barely gave her a second to breathe before he was back to tickling her, switching between groping and tickling like a twisted game.
    Then he slipped his fingers over her nipple, pinching and giving it a playful twist. sea??h th§× n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Ha, ha, ha~ Stop it! It's tickling~"
    She giggled, her laughter broken up with the occasional moan as she squirmed beneath his hands, completely oblivious to his true intentions.
    "Oh, you're never going to challenge me again, Nadia. Not ever."
    "Never! I'll never¡ªha ha ha!¡ªchallenge you again!"
    She gasped, still laughing.
    But with every touch, her laughter shifted into something else.
    She could feel heat building inside her, her body growing warmer and warmer as if his hands had set a hundred little fires across her skin.
    Her pulse was racing, her breath catching as she felt a needy heat pooling between her legs, her panties already damp from his relentless teasing.
    'W-whats wrong with me?'
    She didn't understand.
    "Alright, you little rascal, this is the last tickle¡ªare you ready?"
    "Never! Ha ha ha!"
    She shot back defiantly, already bracing herself, but before she could blink, her hands were pinned up in the air. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, holding them together with ease.
    "Ha? Wha¡ªha ha ha! Stop it, you idiot!"
    She squealed, kicking her legs, but he was already launching his attack, his free hand finding her shaven armpit and launching a merciless tickle assault.
    "Aaaahh~ Ahhh, stop~ Aaaah~ aaah!"
    She squirmed and writhed, but his grip was iron-clad. All she could manage was a wild, helpless twisting of her hips, which only rubbed her ass harder against his crotch, adding a whole other level of madness to this ridiculous situation.
    "Alright, it's time to show you what a tickle expert really does."
    "What now¡ªha ha ha! That's not how¡ªha ha ha!"
    She tried to yell between laughter, but he cut her off by leaning into her other side, rubbing his nose against her sweaty armpit like he was a bloodhound who'd finally found his prize.
    He was inhaling her scent like it was fine wine, and it was driving him out of his mind.
    "Haaah! Aaahh~ Haaa~"
    Nadia couldn't stop writhing and giggling, caught in some ridiculous whirlpool of arousal and ticklish torment.
    'Shit, this is better than drugs.'
    Artis thought, smirking like the devil himself.
    He leaned in, now kissing her armpit softly, making her squirm even more. One side was under his tickling assault, while the other was being lavished with soft kisses, leaving her torn between laughing her head off and...well, feeling something else entirely.
    "St-stop licking there, you idiot! That's not¡ªha ha ha¡ªthat's not tickling at all!"
    She managed between giggles.
    "Oh yeah? Then why are you laughing?"
    He shot back, giving her a smug look.
    "Tha¡ªthat's¡­ha ha h¡ª"
    She wanted to say it was because of his hand, but she was too far gone to even get the words out. Sensation had her in its grip, and when she finally looked down, her face went bright red.
    'Oh no!'
    Her nightie was completely undone, her breasts jiggling free like a pair of scandalous jellies. And her panties¡ªGod, they were clearly visible too. But with her hands pinned, she couldn't even cover herself up, even as she wanted to tug her nightie back into place.
    Yet every attempt to focus was shattered by his relentless hands and teasing tongue, her mind swimming in a haze of pleasure and utter embarrassment.
    "Wait, Artis! No¡ªah! Ha ha ha~ nngh~"
    Nadia tried to protest, but any coherent thought was slipping through her fingers.
    'His tongue...oh god! Why didn't I run when he said he was drunk?'
    She thought, feeling the hot wetness of his tongue dragging across her sensitive skin, each lick sending tingles down her spine. And that beard stubble tickling her? Torture. Sweet, merciless torture.
    He moved to her neckline, licking and nipping, and she couldn't hold back a shiver.
    'Oh shit! This is bad. I think I'm...I'm actually losing it.'
    She was panting, her breaths turning shallow and desperate.
    'Damn it! Sober Artis would never, never, look at me like this. But this one? This one is a damn danger zone.'
    "Ha~ haa~"
    Sshe moaned, each sound getting swallowed up by his own ragged breathing.
    Artis was just as far gone, his thoughts no less chaotic.
    'This is too fucking much. Her scent, her skin, her body...fuck! How long have I been holding back?'
    He groaned, his cock grinding insistently against her soft ass, feeling every delicious curve through those ridiculously thin layers of fabric.
    'Shit! Shit! This isn't supposed to be happening¡­ but god, he's so damn hot¡ªahhh~ nghhh~'
    Her inner voice was a total mess, caught between lust and laughter as Artis dragged his tongue up her neck, each wet, warm stroke making her squirm and giggle uncontrollably.
    "S-stop it, you drunk idiot."
    She managed to gasp out, though the words came out weak, like even her protests were surrendering to his touch.
    When he nipped her earlobe, she couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her, her body betraying her with every touch. And she hadn't even realized he'd released her hands because his own were now giving her breasts a firm, almost reverent massage¡ªlike he was churning butter but with a lot more enthusiasm.
    "A-Artis, st-stop¡­ aah, ngh~"
    She tilted her head away to scold him, but he just leaned in, licking a warm trail from her chin up to her cheek, then across her lips, and even her nose, like he was savoring every inch.
    "N-not the¡ªmmm~"
    She tried to protest again, but her lips betrayed her, parting just enough for him to dive in with his tongue, tasting her mouth as her eyes flew wide. Her entire body was melting at this point; her nether regions were pulsing with heat, practically drenched, and her skin felt like it was on fire.
    'Oh god, what's happening to me? I'm completely losing it... why does it feel this damn good?'
    Her mind was spiraling in a haze, barely holding on as his lips worked over hers, tasting, nibbling, and leaving her breathless.
    "Ngg~ ahhh~ not...ahhh~ nghhh~"
    She stammered, her protests melting under his touch. His mouth claimed hers like he was savoring every last drop, and the softness of her lips was only egging him on, each swipe of his tongue making her head spin.
    'Think, think! I need to¡­ but damn¡­ ohhh¡­'
    Her thoughts slipped away as his hand drifted from her breast, trailing down her stomach, his fingers leaving a tingling path that was far too tempting. She felt his palm inching lower, grazing over her belly button, then moving slowly¡ªagonizingly slow¡ªuntil it reached the edge of her panties.
    'Oh, fuck... is he¡­? No way! He wouldn't¡­'
    Her heart was pounding, her body alive with anticipation. Every nerve in her core was sparking, her clit throbbing, and her nipples hard and sensitive as hell.
    'Oh god¡­ oh god, he wouldn't¡ª'
    "Haaa~ nghhh¡­"
    She moaned as his hand finally slipped under her panties...

 Chapter 22 Teasing, Teasing and Just Teasing

    The second his hand slipped under her panties, her mind snapped."I yield! I yield!"
    She blurted out, her voice half-desperate, half-mortified. If this went any further, she knew there'd be no coming back from it¡ªnot without a hell of a lot of blushing and a half-baked excuse.
    He paused, then let out a triumphant laugh.
    "Ha! I win! Told you I'm the king!"
    His grin was smug as hell, and he clearly had no intention of moving his hand from where it was very much trespassing.
    "Y-yes, yes, you win," she stammered, squirming. "So¡­ you can let go now."
    But he didn't. Instead, his gaze shifted, locking onto her like he'd found his next prize. She could feel her heart hammering all over again, especially as he slowly ran his eyes down from hers to her lips, lingering there like he was contemplating a very sinful dessert.
    'Oh god, what is happening? Why is he looking at me like I'm the last slice of cake at a wedding?'
    She gulped, instinctively parting her lips.
    "They're¡­ beautiful¡­" he murmured, almost to himself, his thumb brushing over her mouth as he whispered, "Nadia, your lips¡­ I want them¡­"
    The intensity hit her like a truck. He finally moved his hand from her panties, but only to touch her lips, tracing them with a lightness that made her heart jump. She couldn't help it¡ªa tiny moan slipped out, betraying her, and she immediately blushed furiously.
    "So soft... so juicy... perfect for tasting."
    He murmured, his voice low and intimate¡ªwords she hadn't heard from her own husband in, well, she couldn't remember how long.
    Her husband was off somewhere, drinking, likely with other women, while she was left starving for even a sliver of affection. And here was Artis, looking at her like she was the only thing he wanted.
    Slowly, he slid his thumb across her bottom lip, parting them. Then, just as gently, he slipped his thumb into her mouth, brushing against the warm, silken insides. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help herself¡ªshe softly closed her lips around his thumb, sucking lightly, her own pulse racing.
    "Mmm..."
    She moaned, a sound she hadn't meant to let out, but one that only seemed to fuel the tension between them.
    He pulled his thumb away and, with the same hand, tilted her chin up. He leaned in, and this time, she didn't shy away. She closed her eyes, feeling his breath against her, the anticipation building as his lips finally met hers, soft and warm.
    This kiss was different; it wasn't rushed or rough. Her own tongue moved to meet his, exploring, tasting, and the next thing she knew, they were locked in a deep, heated kiss, their mouths moving together like they'd been waiting for this forever.
    Their breaths mingled, soft moans escaping as their tongues intertwined, both savoring each other. She hadn't felt this alive, this wanted, in ages.
    His hands slid off her breasts, turning her to face him with that devilish grin plastered on his face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, intense and electric, like they were the only two people in the universe.
    Then, his hands roamed down her back, finally landing on her bare ass, gripping her cheeks with a confidence that left her gasping.
    'Holy shit! How many women has he practiced this move on? Damn, he's a pro!'
    She thought, cheeks flushed
    His lips left hers, trailing down her jawline with slow, tantalizing kisses, each one sending a shiver down her spine.
    "Haaah~ nghhh¡­"
    She moaned as he murmured,
    "Your neck is so delicate."
    He pressed his lips against her skin, inhaling like she was some rare, forbidden fruit.
    "And you smell like the best damn perfume."
    "Ohhh, god¡­ nghhh~"
    He moved to her collarbone, sucking and licking, each touch pulling another shameless moan from her.
    "Your collarbones¡­ sexy as hell."
    "Aaahh~ ahh¡­"
    When his mouth dipped lower, kissing the valley between her breasts, she felt a heat bloom so fierce it was almost overwhelming.
    "Mmmhh~ no, don't¡­ aaah¡­"
    "I love the shape of your breasts."
    He said, voice thick and wicked, as his hungry gaze fixated on her nipples, standing at attention under his gaze like prey cornered by a predator.
    She barely had time to register that thought before he tightened his grip on her ass, squeezing hard, making her gasp as waves of pleasure shot through her, stronger than anything she'd felt before.
    "And these pink, delicious nipples¡ªbegging for a taste," he murmured, voice like velvet, making her shiver.
    "N-not there¡ªahhh~ nghhh¡­"
    But the protest was short-lived as his hot, wet tongue latched onto her right nipple, swirling and teasing, before he took it between his teeth.
    "A-ahhh~ mmmhhh..."
    The bite wasn't painful; it was that wicked mix of rough and soft that sent sparks racing straight to her brain, igniting every nerve ending like fireworks. He moved to her left nipple, switching up his tactics, biting, sucking, then gently tugging with his lips until she thought she'd combust right there.
    "Aaaah~ oh god, aaahh¡­"
    Her moans spilled out shamelessly. Her breaths grew shorter, and she could feel herself slipping closer to the edge. Hell, she was probably already past it, soaked beyond reason, and he hadn't even gotten started.
    'If this keeps up, I swear I'm going to lose my mind¡­ I can't even think¡ªahh!'
    He trailed his lips downward, pausing to lick the valley between her breasts before continuing to her belly button, leaving a series of warm, soft kisses that had her tingling everywhere his mouth touched.
    "N-not... ahhh~ not there¡­"
    She managed to say, though it was a lie and she knew it. Every second of his attention felt dangerously addictive, the thrill of being devoured inch by inch sending a rush of pleasure that fogged her mind and left her craving more.
    'Oh, God, what is happening to me? My step brother is doing things my husband never could¡ªshould I feel guilty or just throw myself into this? This feels like some forbidden dream¡­'
    The guilt was fleeting, vanishing into the waves of heat flooding her senses as his hands found their way down, slipping under her lace panties and dangerously close to her... well, everywhere.
    "Not there?" he teased, grinning wickedly. "But you taste so damn good."
    He licked around her belly button, planting hot kisses along her skin that sent shivers right through her. She was practically melting under him, her entire body betraying her as his touch lit her nerves on fire.
    "Nnngghh~ aahh~"
    She gasped, feeling his fingers skimming her curves, creeping towards her most secret spot.
    Was it sinful? Probably.
    But damn it, it felt amazing. It was like being dragged through a deliriously sinful dream, where he knew exactly how to push her buttons, make her feel like both a goddess and a shameless woman wrapped in his hands, his lips, his fingers¡ªmaking her feel more alive than she'd ever felt before.
    As he trailed his kisses lower, skimming her midriff, she let out a sigh of relief¡ªmaybe he was finally done tormenting her. But then, she felt his fingers spreading her ass cheeks wide, and she squeaked, her eyes widening like a deer in headlights.
    The thought of her husband snoring just a few feet away only made it worse¡­ or maybe better?
    "A-Ar-Artis... nooo~ Ngg~" she stammered, but her protest was half-hearted at best.
    He was relentless, his mouth moving lower, just above her panty line, kissing and licking with infuriating slowness, like he had all the time in the world to unravel her.
    "Nghhhh~ haa aahhhh~"
    She moaned, her body betraying her again as heat pooled between her legs. She was so turned on she didn't even notice the glistening trail of her own juices slipping down her thigh.
    "Noo¡ª aahhh nnngg~ not there..."
    She gasped, but his lips only pressed closer, sending shivers up her spine as his fingers squeezed and spread her ass, kneading it like fresh dough.
    "This ass was made for a good spanking," he murmured, almost to himself, his fingers pressing into her flesh. "What the hell is your husband doing, ignoring this? It's practically begging for a man to pound."
    "Haaa aaahhh~ Y-you can't..."
    She whimpered, her whole body on fire as his words and his touch pushed her over the edge, and her mind reeled.
    The way he was squeezing her ass, kneading it like he was testing out a fine piece of bread, and kissing her as if she were some forbidden fruit, it was driving her insane.
    She almost wanted to blurt out that her husband hadn't so much as looked at her like this in ages, let alone given her the kind of attention Artis was lavishing on her now.
    He grabbed her panty line with his teeth, pulling it taut, and just as a chill hit her exposed skin, he let it snap back against her clit. She gasped, the moan coming out high and breathy.
    'Oh, my god! He's actually... he's really going to do it.'
    She thought, her heart racing. The anticipation was almost too much to handle.

 Chapter 23 This is not tickling at all!

    But Artis wasn't done teasing. He let his face trail down her inner thigh, pressing against her skin so close to her throbbing heat she could practically feel every breath.His face brushed over her soaked panties, making her shudder, but instead of going straight for the prize, he let his mouth drift to her thigh, licking the trail of wetness that had trickled down her skin.
    Every lick was maddening, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate paths over her trembling legs.
    "Wow, it's like the divine nectar of a goddess! Nadia, you're dripping wet, and that taste¡­ damn, it's like liquid gold. Sweet, a little musky¡ªhell, I could get addicted to this."
    She didn't have the strength or willpower to protest. Every word sent a hot flush through her, making her feel embarrassingly exposed and equally electrified. Her breath was ragged, her heart pounding like it was about to break free.
    "Mmmmh¡­ nnggg¡­"
    A fresh moan slipped out as his fingers finally found their target¡ªher little back door. She clenched instinctively, trapping his finger between her cheeks, but he didn't relent. Instead, he began to gently circle her hole, teasing her with the soft, feather-light touch.
    'Oh god¡­ he's rubbing my ass hole?'
    She thought, her body heating up even more at the realization.
    But he kept it gentle, swirling his finger in slow, maddening circles that left her gasping, her whole body tense from the unfamiliar sensation. She'd never expected that kind of touch to feel this good, but somehow it was lighting her up, adding a delicious edge to her pleasure.
    "Ahhh¡­ aaah~ h-ha¡­ aahhh~"
    Every stroke, every circle of his fingers made her leak even more, and he was lapping it up like he'd stumbled upon some forbidden, addictive treasure.
    'Fuck, she's so damn delicious.'
    He thought, his mind consumed with a hunger he could barely control.
    'I want every inch of her¡­ I want to taste every single drop.'
    His tongue traveled from her inner thighs up, tracing the outline of her slick, trembling pussy lips, making her shudder and moan as his breath hit her most sensitive spots. She was completely soaked, her arousal laid bare for him to see as her clit peeked out, begging for attention.
    "Goddamn, Nadia¡­ your pussy's dripping like a fucking fountain," he groaned, his voice low and ragged.
    "D-don't say such filthy things¡­ aahhh~" she gasped, her face flushed.
    "But it's true," he murmured, grinning wickedly. "Thick, creamy¡­ like the nectar of a goddess."
    She was too far gone to protest anymore. Her body had taken over, drowning her in waves of pleasure that made coherent thought impossible. She was right on the edge, desperate for release, her body tense and trembling.
    "I'm not stopping until I drain every last drop," he whispered, his voice dark and full of intent. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll forget your own name."
    "W-wait¡­ aahhh~ nngghhh¡­ aaaaaaahhh~~!"
    With a playful growl, he caught the lace of her panties between his teeth, giving it a firm tug that undid it with just the right amount of flair.
    The delicate fabric slid down, finally pooling at her ankles, leaving her bare and exposed. He stopped and took a breath, his eyes fixed on her in open, unashamed admiration.
    "Damn¡­" he murmured, his voice thick with awe. "This¡­ this is like finding the Holy Grail of pussies. Puffy, pink, and perfect¡ªlike it was handcrafted by the gods themselves."
    She was practically melting under his gaze, her face flaming as she tried, and failed, to cover it with her hands.
    Her heart was racing, pounding so hard she could swear he could hear it, too. Part of her wanted to shrink away in embarrassment, but the other part¡ªwell, the other part just wanted to hear him keep talking.
    She bit her lip, half-hiding behind her hands as she whispered,
    "You¡­ you're exaggerating¡­"
    "Exaggerating? Ha!" he chuckled, low and full of mischief. "I'd wait a thousand damn years just for a glimpse of this. Trust me, I'm not lying. Hell, if anyone's lying here, it's whoever said you were anything less than a goddamn work of art."
    She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop with his wicked words, but they sank deep into her, filling her with a dizzying sense of pride and longing. And she knew, somewhere beneath all her shyness, that he meant every word.
    "Nadia," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger, "I've been with more women than I can count¡ªolder, experienced, wise. But fuck, I've never seen a pussy as gorgeous as yours."
    Her heart did a backflip, caught between a thrill and a wave of embarrassment.
    'Was that... a confession?'
    She didn't know if she should feel flattered or downright scandalized. Her mind raced in circles.
    'What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Oh god, oh god.'
    she thought, her brain short-circuiting.
    'He's saying things like that, and I'm just... what do people even say in this situation? I need a manual for this kind of thing!'
    Before she could gather a single coherent thought, she felt his warm breath against her, and glanced down to see him lowering his face, his nose just a hair's breadth from her most sensitive spot. He was practically sniffing her like a starved wolf, and she could feel her pulse racing.
    'Oh my god. He's actually sniffing me... down there.'
    Her face burned with embarrassment and arousal.
    'This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever felt. And... maybe the best?'
    "H-hurry up and¡ªahhh!"
    She started to stammer, but her words melted into a gasp as his tongue slid up her slit, from her lips to her clit, in one deliberate, torturously slow lick. The hot, wet heat of his mouth, the jolt of pure sensation... it was like lightning racing through her veins.
    'Holy fuck!'
    She came like a damn waterfall, and he was on her in an instant, his mouth sealing over her dripping pussy, not letting a single drop go to waste as he drank her up like she was his personal fountain.
    "Ahhhhhhh~~!"
    She screamed, the sound ripping out of her like she'd just hit the motherlode of pleasure. Her hands flew to his head, pushing him even harder against her, practically smothering him.
    But right now? She didn't give a damn. She was far too gone, riding waves of pleasure that left her mind completely scrambled.
    "Aahh, aahhh~ Nnnngg~"
    Her moans came out in a symphony of messy, guttural sounds as his tongue went to work inside her, licking every inch like it was his life's mission. sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The sucking, the heat, the sheer need behind each movement¡ªit was all too much, and she couldn't stop trembling, her whole body locked in a delicious tension that finally started to ease as she slumped, gasping.
    She finally let go of his head, feeling like she'd just run a marathon. He lifted his head, his lips slick and glistening, and smacked them with a satisfied grin.
    "Damn, that's the most delicious pussy I've ever tasted."
    'What the hell.'
    Her face blazing with embarrassment.
    'He's such a cocky, filthy pervert! How can he just say things like that?'
    But before she could even process the thought, her breath caught, and her eyes went wide.
    "W-what are you¡ªahhh!"
    He took a deep, exaggerated sniff, practically inhaling her scent, then straightened up, his eyes locking onto hers like a predator sizing up his prey. The intensity in his gaze had her heart pounding; he was towering over her, a wild hunger radiating from him.
    "Nadia, you've got the most delicious pussy."
    "Y-you idiot!"
    She stammered, face turning redder than a tomato.
    Then, without another word, he untied his robe, and out sprang an absolute beast¡ªa throbbing, veiny nine-inch monster, thick as a damn tree trunk, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
    "A-Artis, no... it's¡ªit's huge!"
    "This is the cock that's going to ruin you," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
    Those words sent a shiver down her spine. Compared to her husband, this was like a whole other species¡ªtwice as big and three times as thick.
    Her eyes widened as she realized he was dead serious. She let out a yelp, smacked him in the chest, and bolted from the room, scrambling away like a terrified deer.
    He chuckled, watching her retreat, her ass jiggling with every step, slowing her down as if her own curves betrayed her.
    "Well, that's definitely an upgrade. Next time, I'll make sure to really ruin her."
    Just then, something on the ground caught his eye, and he burst out laughing¡ªa lacy lavender pair of panties lay abandoned on the floor, darkened by her arousal, looking as helpless as a baby left behind.

 Chapter 24 Cultivation For Starters

    He gingerly picked up the lacy panty like it was some divine artifact, setting it on the desk with the reverence of a monk arranging sacred scrolls.Once the "treasured relic" was secure, he plopped cross-legged on the bed, completely stark naked. His reasoning? Clothes were a distraction.
    Plus, cultivation was serious business¡ªno robes flapping around, no "wardrobe malfunctions" interrupting his flow.
    "Alright, time to unlock my true potential. Phew~ Let's do this."
    He took a deep breath, then another, closing his eyes like some enlightened sage. He focused on his heartbeat, trying to drown out the world.
    'Mind free of distractions. Total isolation.'
    He repeated like a mantra. The cultivation manual had been clear on this point.
    But instead of reaching the tranquil void, his brain promptly summoned the soft, jiggly images of Juliana's and Nadia's curvaceous glory. Their supple skin, tantalizing curves, and, oh gods, those forbidden valleys of decadence.
    "Not now! Damn it!" He groaned, smacking his own forehead. "Focus on something serene. Grass. Waterfalls. Majestic trees. Nature. Yeah, that's it."
    But instead of verdant fields or babbling brooks, his mental slideshow replaced the scenery with Juliana arching her back, Nadia biting her lip, and their... well, very enthusiastic assets bouncing in glorious slow motion.
    "Son of a¡ª!"
    His eyes snapped open, and he grabbed his head like it might explode.
    "Come on, brain! One time! Work with me here!"
    He sighed, flopping back onto the bed, glaring at the ceiling like it owed him money.
    "How the hell am I supposed to cultivate when all I can think about is wet, sloppy... UGH!"
    Clearly, inner peace was overrated. Then he jumped back to lotus position and once again closed his eyes.
    He suddenly thought about home and his mother¡ªbam!¡ªinstant peace. It was like his brain had been hijacked by a stern parental glare, zapping every indecent thought into oblivion.
    As the world around him seemed to dissolve into a surreal haze, his awareness sharpened to an almost absurd degree.
    He could feel everything¡ªthe tickle of air crawling into his lungs, the rhythmic thrum of blood racing through his veins, even his cells doing their microscopic hustle: dividing, multiplying, and dying like a relentless cosmic dance.
    He briefly wondered if his mitochondria were having a rave in there.
    Then it hit him¡ªhis body was gone. No hands, no legs, no head, just¡­ nothing. Instead, he sensed a tiny wisp of qi. No, scratch that¡ªmore like the ghost of a fart after a hearty meal.
    It was there, but not really. Like an empty jar of perfume, long devoid of its scent, teasing him with traces of what once was.
    "Okay, focus, focus..."
    He muttered, mentally reaching for the elusive qi. But the damn thing acted like a bratty toddler playing tag¡ªdarting around the moment he tried to grab it. He tried again. And again. The result remained the same.
    When he finally opened his eyes, what greeted him wasn't enlightenment¡ªit was a soaked, sweaty mess.
    The once-pristine white sheets beneath him were now a soggy disaster zone, as if someone had dumped a bucket of water on them. His skin gleamed like he'd been basted for a roast.
    "Fuck! What the hell?"
    He groaned, his chest heaving like he'd just sprinted a marathon uphill¡ªnaked.
    "Might be because it's my first time tapping into qi."
    He muttered, running a hand through his damp hair, which now looked like it had been glued to his scalp with desperation and regret.
    "Fuck! If I'm this much of a soggy mess just from this, how the hell am I supposed to outgrow these assholes?"
    He thought back to the hierarchy of power outlined in the novel: 16 cultivation bases, starting from the humble Body Refining Stage all the way to the god-tier Divine Ascension Stage.
    Each base had five sub-stages, meaning the path to greatness was like climbing a mountain where every step was covered in banana peels.
    "Right now, on this side of the kingdom, the Patriarch's the top dog with his Golden Core Stage ass," he grumbled. "The fifth stage of cultivation¡­ That's way out of my league. Everyone else is playing in the kiddie pool by comparison."
    Take Chen, for example. The guy was built like a tank, as loyal as a dog, and somehow still young enough to have women swooning.
    He was already in the Core Formation Stage, just one step below the Patriarch.
    And let's not forget Jin¡ªthe young master with a silver spoon up his ass and access to more resources than an entire alchemist guild. Spirit roots, ginseng, mystical herbs that probably made him fart rainbows¡ªJin had it all.
    "I'm 19! There's no way I can keep up with those bastards if I go the traditional route of meditating, training, and guzzling spirit juice like it's happy hour. They'll be ascended to heaven while I'm still stuck down here pretending to know what qi even feels like."
    He shifted his gaze to the bed where the divine scripture lay, carelessly tossed earlier like it was some cheap paperback novel. It practically oozed ancient mystique, but right now, it just looked like a crumpled homework assignment. He smirked.
    "You, my glorious pink ticket to greatness¡­ You're going to be my one-way golden ticket to excellence."
    He declared with the confidence of a man who just found a cheat code in life.
    "No more sweaty meditations or feeling like a cosmic joke. It's just you, me, and whatever the hell this thing promises."
    Like martial arts, cultivation was about finesse, not brute force. The sheer variety of techniques out there made it a buffet of absurd possibilities.
    One could learn to fly, shoot fire, or even grow a third arm, depending on how far you wanted to go¡ªor how twisted your imagination was.
    He pondered for a moment, tapping his chin.
    "Think of qi like clay."
    You give it to 50 people and tell them to sculpt something. Most would end up with lopsided bowls or some sad attempt at a vase. But the one who knows the clay's nature¡ªthe texture, the moisture, the right amount of force¡ªnow that guy makes Michelangelo look like an amateur.
    "Whoever understands qi better can mold it quicker, faster, harder¡­ Just like sex, really. Gotta know the rhythm, the pressure, the right spots to hit."
    He leaned over and picked up the old scripture, his fingers brushing off the lingering dust like it was some sacred relic¡ªor, in his case, the keys to cheat-mode cultivation.
    The familiar picture greeted him once again: a man and a woman tangled together in a way that screamed ancient erotic fan art. He snorted.
    The text was still an incomprehensible jumble of foreign characters, but for some bizarre reason, he could understand it. Well, most of it. Enough to know this wasn't exactly PG-rated bedtime reading.
    "Looks like it's going to be a long, long night."
    He cracked his neck like a man about to grind for hours in a dungeon crawler and dove in, reading with a focus that would put scholars to shame.
    ...
    In the early morning, someone tiptoed through the house like a cat burglar on a mission. Draped in a nightie so sheer it could've been mistaken for a fancy mosquito net, Nadia made her way to Artis's door.
    Her goal? Retrieve the lacy little treasure she'd left behind the previous night¡ªa casualty of her strategic retreat from a very hungry beast.
    As she reached the door, her heart raced faster than a brothel during festival season. Slowly, carefully, she slid the door open, bracing herself for... what exactly? A half-asleep man snoring in an unflattering pose? S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    What she saw, though, almost made her drop to her knees.
    Her eyes bulged, her mouth went dry, and her body betrayed her faster than a bad friend in a drinking game. She felt her cheeks heat up, her skin flush, and¡ªoh no¡ªthat unmistakable tingle down there.
    Instantly, her legs wobbled, her breath hitched, and she was undeniably, hopelessly... wet.
    'What the fuck did I just walk into?'
    She thought, her mind spinning as her body threatened to melt on the spot.

 Chapter 25 Peeping And Instant Regret!

    'I can't let Artis see my panties in there. Fuck! Why did I even left that there?'So many confusing, downright sinful thoughts swirled in Nadia's mind as she tiptoed through the quiet house, heading toward Artis's room like a moth to a forbidden flame.
    Sleep? Forget it. She hadn't managed even a wink after what had gone down¡ªor almost gone down¡ªbetween her and Artis last night.
    The darkness still blanketed the house, the sun nowhere near rising, but here she was, on a mission fueled by restless curiosity and shameful longing.
    Every step made her heartbeat thunder louder. Every glance over her shoulder felt like a guilty confession.
    The image of Artis's monster¡ªthat towering, vein-covered beast that looked like it had been sculpted to ruin lives¡ªflashed in her mind again, and her knees wobbled like a newborn foal's.
    Her cheeks burned, her breath hitched, and oh, the traitorous quiver of her little sister made her stumble.
    "Get it together, Nadia!"
    She hissed under her breath, clutching her nightie as if it could shield her from the scandalous thoughts ambushing her brain.
    But she couldn't. The memory of that almost-ruination haunted her, setting her body alight in ways she couldn't control.
    As shameful as it was¡ªand oh, it was shameful¡ªshe had spent the entire night with her fingers working overtime, replaying every wicked detail in her mind.
    "What the hell is wrong with me?!" she groaned internally, shaking her head like she could rattle the sinful images loose.
    Her internal scolding was interrupted by the sight of her husband sprawled on the couch like a defeated drunkard, snoring loud enough to scare ghosts. She stopped dead in her tracks, her lip curling in disgust.
    "Useless."
    She muttered under her breath, shooting him a glare so sharp it could've sliced through his liquor-soaked dreams. Her scowl deepened, a mix of condescension and pity.
    "How the hell did I end up with this when that is sleeping just a few steps away?"
    'Stupid bastard! Snoring like a pig, and you have no idea your brother-in-law thinks I'm a damn goddess.'
    Nadia fumed internally, shooting her husband another withering glare.
    'If only you knew how Artis looks at me, talks about me¡ªlike I'm the damn forbidden fruit he's dying to sink his teeth into.'
    Her face burned red again, and not from embarrassment. Well, maybe a little.
    She shook her head violently as if trying to dislodge the mental image of Artis's piercing gaze and that sinful smirk that always seemed to say, "Just one word, and I'll make you forget your husband exists."
    'H-he talks so big, like he'd actually ravage me if I gave him half a chance.'
    She thought, biting her lip.
    'A-any woman would've folded by now. Totally. But not me. Nope. N-n-not me at all...'
    Her thoughts betrayed her as the familiar tingling sensation sparked low in her belly, radiating out to her already *too aware* pussy. She clamped her thighs together instinctively and took a deep breath to steady herself.
    'Haaa¡­ okay, Nadia. Focus. Just grab your panties and leave. Get in, get out, like a heist. If Artis wakes up and finds a pair of panties in his room, there's no way he wouldn't know they're mine. And there's no way I want to explain why I left my lavender lace in his den of chaos.'
    Her resolve firmed. She had a plan¡ªavoid Artis at all costs.
    He'd be heading to the palace in the morning anyway, so she was safe until nightfall. And when night came? She'd just lock herself in her room. No way she'd open the door, even if Artis himself came knocking with that infuriating grin and those hungry eyes.
    No way. Definitely not. Probably.
    'And this useless husband of mine can rot on the couch for all I care.'
    Nadia thought darkly, side-eyeing the lump of snoring betrayal sprawled out like a drunken slug.
    'It's better this way. If I have to look at his sorry ass one more time, I might actually do something stupid¡ªlike suffocate him with his own pillow.'
    But then her thoughts took an alarming turn.
    'Wh-what if Artis stumbles into my room tonight, drunk and stupid? Would he¡­ would he remember last night? Would he try to ravage me, thinking I'm one of his whores?'
    Her face went crimson, and her mind screamed.
    She shook her head furiously, banishing the absurd thought as she tiptoed to Artis's door. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stood frozen before the sliding door.
    'Okay, Nadia. This is it. Go in, grab the panties, and get the hell out. He's probably dead asleep. No need to look at¡­ at his stupid, chiseled body¡­ or those ridiculously veiny hands¡­ or that goddamn monster cock that almost ruined you last night¡ªdamn it, focus!'
    She clenched her fists, took a deep, steadying breath, and began sliding the shoji door open inch by inch. No squeaks, no creaks¡ªjust enough for her to peek inside and confirm the coast was clear.
    But what her eyes landed on made her nearly stumble backward in shock.
    'Oh, for fuck's sake. What is* this?!'
    Artis wasn't sleeping. Far from it. The scene before her was nothing short of abysmal¡ªand mortifying.
    Inside the room, Artis wasn't just awake¡ªhe was having the time of his goddamn life. There he was, sitting at the edge of the bed like a shameless exhibitionist under the glow of the moonlight.
    Legs spread wide like he was auditioning for a raunchy painting, one foot propped up like a conquering hero and the other dangling off the edge, casually swaying.
    And oh boy, he wasn't idle.
    One hand was furiously working his dick like it owed him money, while the other was pressed to his face.
    The item in question? Her panties. Her lavender, lace-trimmed panties. He was sniffing them like they were the last source of oxygen on Earth, groaning like some overworked farm animal in heat.
    Between groans, he was muttering something incoherent, his words punctuated by deep, dramatic inhales that could've put a vacuum cleaner to shame.
    Nadia's brain short-circuited.
    'What the actual fuck am I looking at?!'
    Her legs wobbled, her face burned, and her body betrayed her with an unwelcome rush of heat that made her want to slap herself.
    "Oh, Nadia..."
    Artis groaned, his voice thick with desperation as his hand worked his cock like it was a divine relic he had to worship into submission.
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 Chapter 26 Spraying Sister With Baby Batter

    "I just want to rip that dress off you, shove you against the wall, and spread those sweet ass cheeks wide. I'd fuck you so hard you'd scream my name, over and over¡ªmy name."Nadia's jaw nearly dislocated itself from how far it dropped.
    'He's... imagining me? Like that? Like a... a feral animal?!'
    Her heart hammered in her chest like it owed money to a mob boss. She gripped the doorframe for dear life, her knees shaking under the weight of her spiraling thoughts.
    "Then you'd bend over, lips wrapped around my cock, begging me¡ªbegging me¡ªto ruin that tight little pussy of yours."
    His words hit her like a freight train loaded with shame, lust, and something she refused to name.
    'Oh god, oh god, oh god¡­ this can't be happening. H-he's talking about me!'
    Her face turned crimson, the heat traveling down her neck, pooling in places she really didn't want to think about. But her traitorous body didn't care about her dignity. The warm, wet sensation between her thighs betrayed her completely.
    "Yeah, you'd love it," he growled, his hips bucking as his hand picked up speed. "You'd beg me to wreck you, to fill you up with every drop of my seed until you couldn't walk straight."
    Nadia's breath hitched, her eyes glued to the spectacle. His cock¡ªthick, veiny, and terrifyingly impressive¡ªlooked like it was sculpted by the gods, and right now, it was the star of the most X-rated drama she had never asked to see.
    'He... he actually wants me... Oh, fuck, why is this so... so...'
    Her mind was a swirling mess, but her body had already made its decision. Her nipples hardened under her thin nightie, her thighs pressed together instinctively, and her breathing grew shallow.
    And yet, even as her arousal clawed at her sanity, a tiny voice in the back of her head whispered, 'What the fuck are you doing just standing here?!'
    But her feet refused to move. Her eyes remained locked on Artis, who was lost in his fantasy¡ªher fantasy now, too, if she was being honest with herself. The tension was suffocating, her body trembling with every obscene word he groaned.
    And god help her, she couldn't look away.
    'I can't take this anymore.'
    Nadia thought, her breath hitching as her body betrayed every ounce of her willpower.
    Her hand slid under her nightie and into her freshly donned panties, fingers trembling as they found her aching clit. A bolt of electricity shot through her body at the first touch, her knees nearly giving out.
    'Oh god, it feels so fucking good.'
    She bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her eyes glued to Artis. Every stroke of his hand on that impossibly thick cock sent her deeper into her forbidden fantasies. Her free hand braced against the doorframe as her hips began to move on their own, grinding against her fingers.
    Meanwhile, Artis groaned, completely oblivious to the peeping, panting mess just outside his door.
    "Nadia... Nadia," he moaned, her name like a prayer on his lips. "You'll be mine. All mine. Your lips, your tongue, those perfect tits... that ass..."
    Nadia's fingers quickened their pace, circling her clit with growing desperation. Her breaths came in short, shallow bursts, her heart hammering like it was trying to escape her chest.
    "And when you come to me, I'll trick you just like last night. I'll have you begging¡ªbegging¡ªfor me to fill you, to ruin you, to mark you so thoroughly you'll never look at another man."
    Her knees buckled at his words. She was losing herself, completely consumed by the lewd spectacle and the symphony of her own wanton thoughts.
    Everything she had meticulously planned in her head was crumbling faster than her husband's excuses after a night of drinking. Someone¡ªsomeone with an actual pulse¡ªwanted her.
    Desired her in a way that made her knees weak and her panties, well, absent.
    And all she had to do? Just walk up to Artis like she always did, let him "accidentally" ravage her, and then claim she was a helpless victim of his clearly predatory ways. Technically, in her twisted logic, she wouldn't be cheating.
    No, Artis would simply be taking advantage of poor, innocent her¡ªthe married woman with absolutely no agency in the matter whatsoever.
    She closed her eyes, surrendering to the fantasy that was steamrolling her common sense.
    "Just say yes, Nadia...Please. Let me show you the time of your life."
    Through the slight crack in the door, she saw him stand, his shadow elongating like some overendowed demon god. And sweet mercy, he was walking toward her, still naked, holding her panty like it was the Holy Grail.
    Her brain screamed, Run, you fool! but her feet were firmly planted, as if the sticky heat between her thighs had superglued her to the floor.
    Artis brought her panties to his face like he was about to perform a wine tasting.
    "Whoa!! The smell of your pussy and cum still lingers on this panty. Fuck!"
    Nadia's breath hitched. Every word he said was a wrecking ball to her already fragile resistance.
    "I'd eat your pussy like it's a five-star gourmet meal... Licking the lips, sucking your clit, fucking you with my tongue, and making you cum so hard you'd forget your damn name."
    He licked the crotch of her panties, closing his eyes as if savoring the taste.
    "Oh, the nectar of your pussy... I cannot wait to suck it all."
    Nadia's heart threatened to leap out of her chest. Her whole body trembled with equal parts horror, arousal, and a desperate need to do something very, very bad.
    'Goddamn it, why does this feel so... hot?'
    "Fuck, Nadia. I'd eat your pussy anytime you ask me to. Hell, even if you didn't ask. Public? Private? Your bastard husband snoring on the couch? Don't care. I'd spread those gorgeous legs and bury my face so deep you'd think I was mining for treasure."
    His hand worked his cock like a man possessed, each pump a declaration of filthy intent.
    "I'd suck you dry, make you squirt all over me, then flip you over and fuck you in the ass. Just the tip, Nadia. Just the tip. That's all I'm asking."
    Her brain short-circuited.
    'F-f-f-fuck.'
    She was too far gone to care, too caught up in the heat, in his words, in the raw, shameless desire spilling from his lips like dirty poetry.
    Unaware¡ªor maybe just unwilling to stop herself¡ªshe leaned closer, her knees hitting the floor in a quiet thud. Artis was right there, standing just a few centimeters away, oblivious to her bent form.
    Her face was level with his cock now, the slick, throbbing thing practically begging for attention. She should've moved, should've run, but her eyes were locked onto it like a moth to a flame.
    'Goddamn, it's bigger up close...'
    She glanced up, heart pounding, and saw his face still buried in her panties, inhaling like he was trying to snort her essence straight into his soul. He still hadn't noticed her, too lost in his own ecstasy.
    Her breath hitched as she leaned closer, her lips parting slightly. The heavy, masculine musk of him filled her senses, heady and intoxicating, making her stomach flip and her thighs clench.
    Artis's groans reached a fever pitch, his entire body stiffening like a drawn bowstring.
    "Oh, gods! I'm gonna cum!"
    He roared, his voice echoing in the stillness of the room.
    Nadia's breath hitched. Her fingers froze mid-stroke as her heart hammered like a war drum.
    Her body trembled, caught between shame and pure, raw excitement. She wanted to see it. To witness that cock¡ªhis cock¡ªerupt like some depraved volcano.
    And oh, she was so close herself, teetering on the edge of her own release.
    "OH FUCK!"
    Artis's shout shattered the silence, his muscles jerking as if a bolt of lightning had struck him.
    At the same time, Nadia felt the dam inside her break. A wave of heat surged through her, stealing her breath as her pussy clenched around nothing, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "AHHHH!"
    And then it happened. His cock throbbed, his thick shaft pulsing as a jet of hot cum shot from the tip with the force of a firehose.
    The first splatter hit her square on the face, warm and sticky, dripping down her cheek like some unholy baptism.
    Her eyes went wide, lips parting in a gasp. She should have moved. Should have dodged. But no, she stayed rooted to the spot, frozen in a mix of shock and...something she couldn't quite admit to herself.
    Another spurt followed, then another, painting her face with streaks of white. It was obscene, humiliating, and yet...she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins.
    Artis inhaled her panties like a man deprived of oxygen, his nostrils flaring as he rode out the waves of his climax.

 Chapter 27 Forbidden Flower That Budded

    Artis finally let go of his cock, and it drooped like a warrior after battle¡ªthough still proud and formidable.But as gravity did its thing, the heat of it brushed against Nadia's forehead, like some kind of divine branding iron.
    Her breath hitched as it slid down, leaving a wet trail of cum along her flushed cheek like some perverse war paint. And then...oh no...it touched her nose, its head bobbing gently before finally coming to rest right on her lips.
    Her lips, already parted in a silent gasp of disbelief, now found themselves cradling the very tip of his cock.
    A few drops of cum dripped onto her tongue. The taste was...unexpected. Salty? Musky? Weirdly addictive? Her mind screamed at her to spit it out, but her body? Yeah, her body had other plans.
    Without even realizing it, she gently closed her lips¡ªjust enough to feel his slick skin against her plush pout. Not too much though.
    No, she didn't want to alert him to her very compromising position. Just enough to...well, touch it.
    Artis, blissfully unaware, stretched his arms behind his back like he'd just bench-pressed a mountain.
    He groaned, a low, satisfied sound, before pressing his hands into his lower back and thrusting his hips forward in a big, exaggerated buckle.
    And that was it. That single motion was all it took.
    The tip of his cock slipped right past her lips, entering her mouth with a warm, velvety glide.
    Nadia's thoughts raced as she froze, her lips still wrapped around Artis's cock like she was some unintentional participant in a bizarre game of don't move or you're busted.
    'Okay, okay... If I don't move, he won't know. I'm just...camouflaged in the dark. Yes, this is totally fine. Logical. Nothing weird at all.'
    She mentally high-fived herself for her flawless reasoning, conveniently ignoring the fact that she was actively cradling his ridiculously oversized cock in her mouth.
    And oversized it was. Even semi-flaccid, it was a damn monstrosity. Twice the size of her husband's, and that was being generous.
    The weight of it, the way it throbbed softly against her tongue¡ªit was absurd. Like holding a python that had decided to take a nap in her mouth.
    'This is just...physics, right? It's there, I'm here, and gravity is doing its thing. That's all. No ulterior motives at play.'
    She told herself, her cheeks burning with shame as the tip pressed gently against the back of her throat.
    Artis, meanwhile, seemed completely lost in his own little confession booth.
    "I know it's wrong, but... I can't stop myself. I'll touch her more. Every time I see her, I'll find an excuse to be close to her. Her smell, her softness... gods, I'll lose my mind if I don't." S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Nadia's eyes widened.
    'Wait...what? Is he¡ª'
    "Chen's an idiot if he doesn't see how amazing she is. She deserves someone who'll worship her. Love her. Fuck her so thoroughly she forgets anyone else exists. I'll ruin her in the best way possible. She won't be able to get out of bed without me inside her."
    Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.
    'Is it hot in here? Or is it just me losing my goddamn mind?'
    Before she could spiral any further, Artis shifted, his hips pulling back. Slowly, agonizingly, his cock slid out of her mouth, leaving a slick trail of saliva in its wake. The tip dragged across her tongue like it was reluctantly saying goodbye, and for a fleeting second, she felt...empty.
    'Nope. Nope. Nope. This is fine. Totally fine. Nothing happened here. I'm just...a victim of circumstance.'
    She thought, her body betraying her as her knees wobbled and her core tightened.
    Artis let out a contented sigh, still oblivious.
    "I'll make her mine. Just wait and see."
    Nadia, still crouched in the dark, swallowed hard¡ªpartly from panic, partly from the lingering taste on her tongue.
    Then, with the audacity of a king surveying his kingdom, he let the panties flutter to the floor like a fallen banner of surrender.
    He casually sauntered back to his bed, climbed in, and sprawled out like a smug bastard who had just conquered a battlefield.
    Without wasting another second, Nadia snatched up her rogue panties, clutching them like stolen treasure.
    She practically flew back to her room like she was carrying the crown jewels, clutching the stolen panty in her hand as though it were some sacred relic. Her cheeks were flushed, her heart racing, and her thighs trembling with every step.
    Once inside, she locked the door, her back pressed against it as she caught her breath. Her fingers absentmindedly swiped across her face, gathering the remnants of his cum. Without thinking, she brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean. The taste hit her tongue, salty and thick, and her eyes rolled back slightly.
    'Sweet gods above... why does this taste better than the chocolates from the festival?'
    Her body moved on autopilot as she stumbled to her bed, her mind flooded with images of Artis. His cock. His voice. The way he'd lost himself in her scent, groaning her name like she was the center of his world. It was enough to drive her mad.
    Dropping onto the mattress, she spread her legs, her nightie riding up as she placed her salvaged panty against her face and inhaled deeply.
    'Gods...why does this make me so wet?'
    Her fingers found their way to her slick folds, stroking in slow, deliberate motions as her other hand pressed the panty harder against her nose. Every breath filled her senses with the scent of her arousal, mingling with the faint traces of Artis's cum.
    Her hips bucked as she fingered herself harder, her mind replaying every filthy word he'd said, every second of his cock in her mouth, every drop of his seed on her tongue.
    She slid her fingers from her pussy, glistening with her own juices, and brought them to her lips.
    She sucked on them, her moans muffled by the panty, imagining it was his cock instead. The taste of her arousal mixed with the lingering cum she'd collected earlier, and it sent her spiraling.
    'More... I need more.'
    She thought, her fingers diving back into her heat, her body trembling with each stroke.
    Her legs quivered, her back arched, and her mind descended into chaos. The forbidden desire for Artis, the taste of his cum, the scent of her own need¡ªit was all too much.
    And yet, in the haze of pleasure, one thought lingered.
    'What if I'd stayed longer? What if...'
    Her fingers quickened.
    'No... I can't... I shouldn't...'
    But as her toes curled and another orgasm ripped through her, she knew one thing for certain.
    'I absolutely will.'

 Chapter 28 The Best View to Wake up to!

    Artis didn't wake up the next morning¡ªhis body had declared a union strike after the "night shift" he'd pulled. Exhaustion had him wrapped tighter than a clingy ex.He'd managed to crack open the Dual Cultivation Scripture the night before, skimming through about ten or eleven pages, but reading it was like deciphering ancient sexts from a horny monk.
    Sure, he could binge-read the whole thing, but the text demanded more than a cursory glance¡ªit required full-on tantric comprehension.
    Every word was dripping with double entendres and cryptic advice, like the Kama Sutra decided to moonlight as a philosophy manual.
    Every time he grasped the meaning behind a phrase, a golden light would shimmer around his chest, looking like he'd just leveled up in a very special RPG.
    Then, the light would sink into his body, making him feel like a walking glowstick of erotic enlightenment.
    The pages were mostly poetic verses, which honestly sounded like dirty limericks written by a horny bard:
    "Touch meridians where the ashes are sleeping to invoke the fire within her."
    Artis stared at the line, scratching his head.
    "Ashes sleeping? Fire? What is this¡ªforeplay or arson instructions?"
    Still, he pieced together the gist of it: poke the right spots on a woman's body, and you can turn her into a furnace of lust, even if she's colder than the Ice Queen's tits.
    Great advice, but not exactly groundbreaking. He'd already been manually testing this theory on Nadia¡ªand to some extent, Juliana.
    Turns out, the obvious spots (boobs, thighs, and genitals) weren't the only buttons to press.
    The scripture hinted at a treasure map of erogenous zones: the scalp, ears, small of the back, navel, lower stomach, thighs, soles of the feet¡ªhell, even toes, apparently.
    And that wasn't even the half of it.
    The scripture had gone full-on treasure hunt mode, with Artis needing to track down a whole catalog of erogenous zones like he was Indiana Jones looking for the Temple of Boobs.
    It wasn't as easy as it sounded. Sure, the obvious spots were easy enough to find¡ªthank you, basic anatomy¡ªbut the hidden ones? It was like trying to solve a sexy escape room.
    Naturally, he'd also picked up some "pro tips" on how to touch them just right, and now all he needed was a test subject.
    Fortunately for him, one very voluptuous candidate immediately came to mind. A wicked grin curled his lips as he mentally reviewed the lessons, already imagining his fieldwork.
    But wait, there was more! Another juicy nugget of wisdom from the scripture had lodged itself in his brain¡ªsomething that could significantly boost his cultivation.
    If properly applied, it could make him an absolute beast in¡­ well, everything. He just needed to practice. A lot.
    Meanwhile, Juliana had gotten worried about him when he didn't surface in the morning. Curiosity got the better of her, and she ventured into his room. Big mistake. What she saw would forever haunt her¡ªArtis sprawled on the bed, his "dragon staff" standing at full mast like it was auditioning for the lead role in The Cock Whisperer.
    Her cheeks flushed bright red as uninvited thoughts flooded her brain. Big. Fucking. Monster. That thing looked like it had its own postal code.
    Mortified, she bolted out of the room, clutching her face like she'd just seen a live broadcast of her own scandalous thoughts.
    It wasn't until noon that Artis finally woke up, feeling groggy as hell. Sure, the sleep had recharged him, but now he was all kinds of lazy.
    He needed caffeine¡ªimmediately. Stumbling to the door, still half-dressed and half-hard, he shouted into the hallway like the spoiled brat of a cultivation master.
    "Mommy, can I get some tea? I'm too fucking tired¡­"
    From Juliana's room came a flustered, slightly shaky voice that tried way too hard to sound composed.
    "S-sure, honey. Just give Mom a moment."
    "Thanks, Mommy! You're the best!"
    He hollered back, grinning like the shameless brat he was.
    He shuffled off to the bathroom to drain his bladder, which felt about as full as if he'd chugged a barrel of beer in one sitting.
    "Fuck," he muttered, relieving himself. "How the hell does my body do this?"
    The steady stream felt endless, like he was singlehandedly refilling a damn reservoir.
    Business completed, he moved to the washbasin, splashing water on his face to shake off the grogginess. Feeling slightly more alive, he wandered back into the house. S§×ar?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The faint clinking of utensils reached his ears, and an idea as bright as the morning sun lit up his face.
    'Time to give my dear mommy her daily dose of chaos.'
    He thought, a devilish grin creeping across his lips.
    'Heh heh heh. Let's see how flustered I can make her today.'
    Before heading to the kitchen, he made a quick sweep of the house, peeking into every room like a nosy detective on a mission. To his delight¡ªand minor confusion¡ªnot even Nadia was home.
    "Well, well, alone time with Mommy it is."
    He mused, trying to look thoughtful but failing to hide the wolfish smirk plastered across his face.
    As he reached the kitchen, he froze in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. His jaw almost hit the floor as he took in the scene.
    At the far end of the kitchen, Juliana was busy at the stove, pouring water into a kettle with a sway in her hips that could probably cause traffic accidents.
    Her light dress, thin enough to leave very little to the imagination, clung to her body in a way that made scandalous look tame.
    Sure, it wasn't as overtly revealing as Nadia's usual getups, but on Juliana? It was a whole new level of sinful.
    The fabric hugged her ass so tightly it looked like it was trying to become one with her skin, outlining a perfect bubble butt that defied logic, gravity, and possibly even cultivation laws.
    Every jiggle as she moved was a sermon in the church of ass worship, and Artis was more than ready to convert.
    When Juliana reached up to grab a container from the top shelf, her dress shifted, revealing more of those tantalizing curves.
    The fabric, far too thin to keep secrets, gave him a clear view of her nipples pressing against the material, practically screaming, Hello, Artis. Notice us.
    His gaze traveled down her long legs, following every bend and stretch as she tiptoed to reach her goal. The elegance, the curves¡ªit was like the gods themselves had sculpted her with extra dedication.
    Artis rubbed his hands together like a cartoon villain who'd just stumbled upon a treasure map. His grin stretched wider than it had any right to.
    'This is it. This is fucking jackpot material. Thank you, universe. I owe you one.'
    With the stealth of a horny predator, he crept up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a tight hug. Juliana yelped, almost dropping the container, her heart rate spiking like she'd just been ambushed in battle.
    "Surprise, Mommy!"
    He declared, grinning like a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
    "Thanks for making tea for me. By the way, where's everyone else? Even Nadia's out."
    Juliana opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat the moment she felt it. The unmistakable rising dragon pressed firmly against her ass. Her heart pounded so loudly she was convinced he could hear it.
    Artis, of course, acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but internally, he was laughing like a madman.
    'Heh, she's so warm. Fuck, this is the best way to wake up ever.'

 Chapter 29 Giving Mommy Dear A Hand [1]

    "S-s-she¡­uh¡­she's out shopping with her f-f-friends¡­"Juliana stammered, her voice shaking like a newbie cultivator facing their first tribulation.
    Her cheeks burned hotter than a cauldron, and her brain screamed at her to keep it together, but it was hard¡ªreally fucking hard¡ªconsidering she'd just felt his cock pressing against her ass cheeks like it was staking a claim.
    The sensation wasn't something she could ignore. Hell, she wasn't even sure how she felt about it. Embarrassed? Absolutely. Flustered? You bet. A tiny part of her intrigued? Fucking unfortunately, yes.
    "Hmmm¡­"
    Artis hummed lazily, like a cat who'd just discovered the cream jar. His head dipped, nuzzling against her shoulder blade before trailing up to her neck.
    She swore she could feel him grinning against her skin, the smug bastard.
    Meanwhile, his hands weren't exactly behaving themselves.
    They'd started innocently enough, resting on her waist, but now they were creeping upward, slow and deliberate, like they were on a pilgrimage to the promised land.
    'Shit, shit, shit, SHIT.'
    "Thank you, Mommy."
    Artis murmured, his voice low and teasing.
    "You're such a good mommy, always taking care of me. Making tea for your bad boy~"
    He dragged out the words bad boy with a flair so theatrical it should've come with its own applause track. The way he said it made her knees weak¡ªnot from fear, though that was in there¡ªbut from a cocktail of emotions she didn't even want to name.
    Juliana's breath hitched, and she clutched the countertop like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
    "W-what are y-y-you saying? Y-you're my S-son, of course I'll m-make you tea!"
    She stammered, trying to sound composed and failing miserably.
    Her words barely registered with Artis, though, as his hands continued their sinful exploration, gliding over her stomach and hips like they had every right to be there.
    His lips and nose weren't any better¡ªtrailing along her nape, leaving feather-light kisses that sent shivers racing down her spine.
    Every nerve in her body was on high alert, and her thoughts were a chaotic mess.
    One part of her screamed for him to stop, while another¡ªdarker, quieter, and far more dangerous¡ªwanted to see just how far her naughty Son was willing to go.
    "I¡­I think¡­you should not¡­ahh¡­"
    Juliana stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as her brain short-circuited from the overwhelming sensations.
    "Mommy."
    Artis purred, his lips grazing her earlobe like a featherlight tease. The contact sent a lightning bolt straight down her spine to places that had no business tingling right now.
    "I've been a bad boy, right? Tell me¡­how should I repay my sins?"
    His tone was so smooth it could've been bottled and sold as aphrodisiac syrup.
    "Y-y-you don't have to¡­repay me¡­a-a-and¡­ahhh¡­"
    she tried, but the protest sounded weak, even to her own ears. His hands, those sinful fucking hands, were creeping upward like they had their own agenda.
    Fingers danced over her belly button, teasing her navel, and then¡ªholy hell¡ªthey brushed against the underside of her breasts.
    Juliana bit her lip, hard, but it didn't stop the shiver that racked her body.
    "But Mommy."
    Artis said with a voice so innocent it was practically dripping with mockery,
    "I need to do something to compensate you. You're the kindest, gentlest mommy in the world. Don't you agree?"
    The words sent her spiraling, and she gulped like a fish out of water.
    "N-no, you don't have to worry about it. Y-you've already repaid your sins¡­by, uh, saving me from those drunkards¡­s-so no need to¡­"
    She trailed off, her voice faltering as Artis doubled down. His hands weren't just exploring anymore¡ªthey were on a full-blown expedition.
    The caresses weren't frantic; they were slow and calculated, like he knew exactly how to unravel her piece by piece.
    His lips and tongue worked magic on her nape and ear, alternating between kisses, nibbles, and the occasional flick of his tongue. It wasn't fair.
    It wasn't fucking fair.
    Her knees felt like jelly, her head was spinning, and any hope of coherent thought had been tossed out the window.
    She closed her eyes, willing herself to think of anything¡ªanything¡ªelse. But it was impossible.
    He had her.
    His touch was gentle but possessive, teasing but commanding, and it made her feel like a tightly wound string ready to snap.
    "Don't worry, Mommy. I'll make sure you're the happiest mother ever. Trust me."
    Juliana's heart raced as she fumbled with the container in her hands. Predictably, it slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. Thankfully, it didn't break or go skidding across the room like her dignity.
    "O-oops, I'm so clumsy. C-can you move, d-d-dear, so I can grab it?"
    She stammered, trying to sound casual while her brain screamed,
    'This is my chance! Escape now before he turns you into a puddle of sin!'
    Artis tilted his head, smiling like the innocent devil he was.
    "Of course, Mommy. Let me help you."
    "Wh-what? No need, Mom¡ªhuuupp!!"
    She barely got the words out before he made his move. Like a predator that had toyed with its prey long enough, Artis struck.
    His fingers tangled in her hair, gently but firmly pulling her head back as his other hand snaked around her hips. In one swift motion, he bent her over the counter, her ass arched in the air like it was auditioning for a music video.
    "Wait! AHHH!!"
    "Take the container, Mommy. It's right there to your left." S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis said, his voice dripping with saccharine innocence, as though he wasn't holding her in a position that would make a porn director nod approvingly.
    His hand gripped her hair just tight enough to make her neck arch back, while the other hand secured her hips with the authority of someone claiming land rights.
    The scene was so ridiculous it could've been titled Raw Doggery: A Kitchen Saga.
    Juliana gasped, her face heating to levels that would rival the stovetop nearby. Sure, the position hurt a little, but fuck if there wasn't a tingle spreading through her core that had no business existing.
    And then it happened. As she bent further, her ass cheeks naturally spread, and like a homing missile finding its target, Artis's rock-hard cock found itself perfectly nestled between them.
    'Oh, sweet mother of everything holy!'

 Chapter 30 Giving Mommy Dear A Hand [2]

    'Oh, sweet mother of everything holy!'Juliana's thoughts spiraled faster than a soap opera plot twist. Her heart raced so hard she was half-expecting a cardiac arrest. Every nerve in her body screamed, Run! but her traitorous body whispered, Stay.
    Her breathing hitched as the heat radiating from her ass cheeks told her something far worse.
    Earlier, she'd felt his boner through two layers of fabric: hers and his. It had been manageable, something she could pretend was just an accident.
    But now? The inferno radiating from her ass cheeks screamed that he'd unleashed the Kraken, and the only thing standing between his cock and the Promised Land was her thin-as-sin silk skirt.
    And oh, Artis wasn't just standing there; his monster cock had found a cozy home between her plump ass cheeks, nestled like a forbidden hot dog. He started grinding, slow and deliberate, dragging his length against her like he was trying to iron out her self-respect.
    Every movement sent electric shocks up her spine, making her legs tremble like a newborn deer.
    "What's the hold-up, Mommy?"
    His voice was syrupy sweet, completely at odds with the depravity happening below. It was infuriating, yet somehow hotter than hell.
    Juliana's breathing was a chaotic mess, her chest rising and falling like she'd just run a marathon¡ªand not the virtuous kind. Her trembling hands reached for the container as her brain screamed,
    'Oh gods, please, stop me from liking this! This is so wrong!'
    But just as her fingers brushed the container, Artis switched tactics. He let go of her hair and waist and grabbed her hips, thrusting once with enough force to knock her off-kilter. She missed the container entirely, but worse¡ªoh gods, worse¡ªa breathless, needy moan escaped her lips.
    "Aahh~~!"
    She gasped, slapping her free hand over her mouth, mortified by the sound that had just betrayed her.
    "Heh heh¡­ What's wrong, Mommy? Can't grab it?"
    Artis teased, his voice dripping with mockery as if he wasn't dry-humping her into a fucking frenzy.
    'Oh gods, this is bad! My body's betraying me! Why the fuck are my nipples so hard?! And my¡­ oh no, my pussy is soaked!'
    Juliana was spiraling, but not the graceful kind of spiral. This was more like a horny tornado of shame.
    Every time his hands gripped her waist and that cock of his pressed against her, her nipples hardened painfully, and her panties were turning into a full-on swamp.
    She didn't even like Artis like that¡ªor so she kept telling herself.
    "S-stop playing around, Artis! L-little Artis, behave!"
    She stammered, knowing damn well nothing about his little Artis was small.
    "Oh? Then take the container, Mommy."
    Desperate, Juliana reached for the container again, only for him to thrust his hips harder, perfectly timing the move. The pressure and heat against her core made her moan, loud and unfiltered.
    "Aaah! You naughty boy!"
    She gasped, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and¡­ something much more sinful.
    His response? A mischievous chuckle.
    "Heh heh, take the container, Mommy."
    Her legs felt like jelly, trembling as if they were preparing for a full collapse. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving.
    Every nerve in her body was lighting up like fireworks. Her pussy? Leaking like a broken faucet. Her nipples? So hard they might as well be trying to carve his name into the kitchen counter.
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    She whimpered, her voice dripping with both embarrassment and undeniable need.
    She was a mess. Her eyes glazed over, her face flushed hotter than the stove nearby. Sweat glistened on her skin, and her entire body quivered as though she were one thrust away from full-on surrender.
    'Oh fuck, this is bad. I'm gonna cum, and he hasn't even touched me yet! What the hell is wrong with me? Why is my body acting like a horny teenager at their first kiss?'
    Juliana's thoughts were spiraling out of control, her pussy wetter than a summer thunderstorm.
    "Mommy, what's wrong? You getting old or something?"
    Artis teased, his voice dripping with that smug confidence only a man wielding a literal cock-bazooka could manage.
    "Heh, maybe I should take charge of this household, huh? Clearly, your Mommy-power is slipping."
    Her eyes snapped up, fury and embarrassment bubbling inside her.
    "No! Your mommy is not old, little Art! I'll prove it to you, you naughty boy!"
    With her pride on the line, Juliana lunged for the damn container again. But Artis, with the precision of a predator, timed his thrust perfectly. His hips bucked forward, grinding his cock harder against her ass, and she let out a loud, uninhibited moan.
    "Auuu! Naughty boy!"
    She gasped, her voice a symphony of frustration and unholy pleasure. Her thighs trembled as she clutched the counter for support.
    "Just you wait! I'll make you take those words back!"
    But her challenge was losing steam fast. Her body was betraying her. Her thighs were quaking, her pussy was leaking like a faucet that wouldn't turn off, and her breath came in ragged pants.
    Every hump, every grind, sent electric jolts straight to her core, making her knees weaker by the second.
    'What is happening to me? Why is my pussy acting like a damn slip-and-slide? Why am I so fucking turned on?!'
    Juliana's desperation was reaching its peak. She needed to grab that container, to reclaim some shred of dignity, to stop the relentless assault on her senses.
    "Try, mommy."
    "Oh, you wanna play games, huh? Fine! I'll show you who's boss!"
    Juliana growled, determined to win whatever horny battlefield this had become. She reached for the container again, but Artis was already two steps ahead.
    His hips thrust forward, grinding his monster into the sweet crevice of her ass like he was trying to carve his name there.
    "Nuu! Hya! Haaa!"
    Juliana's squeals shot through the air as every grind of his thick, veiny cock against her sent electric jolts straight to her core. Her pussy wasn't just wet anymore¡ªit was a fucking flood zone.
    Every slick grind against her thin clothing made her shudder, made her toes curl.
    'Oh gods, what the fuck is happening to me?!'
    She thought, her face turning as red as the tomatoes in the pantry.
    Artis didn't stop. No, this bastard sped up.
    "What's wrong, Mommy? You losing focus?"
    Juliana couldn't even remember what the fuck she was reaching for. The container? Her dignity? Her sanity? Whatever it was, it was gone.
    Instead, her hands braced against the ground, desperately trying to keep her balance as her body betrayed her completely.
    "Aaa! Haaa! Nuu! Hyaaa! Ahhh!"
    The sounds coming out of her mouth weren't human anymore¡ªthey were pure, unfiltered desperation. She was panting, moaning, groaning like she'd forgotten what it meant to breathe properly.
    Artis, of course, was thriving. Each thrust of his hips brought him closer, his cock pressing deliciously into her soft, jiggling ass cheeks.
    She was like putty in his hands, and fuck if he didn't enjoy watching her squirm.
    Juliana, meanwhile, was losing the last shred of her mind. Her body was so wound up she was sure a light breeze would send her over the edge.
    "Nuu! Haaa! Ahhh! Aaaahhh!"
    She screamed, her voice cracking as the pleasure mounted. She couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't fucking do anything except moan like a woman possessed.
    She was right there. One more grind, one more thrust, and she was about to gush like a broken dam. But the bastard¡ªno, the absolute menace¡ªArtis, had other plans.
    With a smug chuckle, he stopped mid-hump, released her hips, and casually stepped back, leaving Juliana trembling on all fours like a cat that had just been denied its cream.
    "See? Told ya you'd lose."
    Artis said, crossing his arms like the cocky little shit he was.
    "Still haven't even touched the container. Face it, Mommy, you're slipping. Guess you're getting old. Heh."
    "Ahhh! Ahaaa! Wh-wh-what?! Nooo¡­ wait!"
    Juliana's breath hitched, her words tumbling out in a desperate stammer.
    "Don't tease Mommy! Mommy needs¡­"
    Her voice trailed off into a frustrated whine as her brain scrambled to make sense of this betrayal.
    She was so damn close she could taste it¡ªwell, metaphorically, anyway¡ªbut now the rug had been yanked out from under her, and she was left teetering on the edge of sanity. Again!
    Her thoughts spiraled.
    'No, no, no! He can't leave me like this. I'll fucking lose it. I NEED it. I need to cum or I'm going to scream louder than the goddess of frustration herself.'
    She shot him a wild-eyed glare, her face flushed, her body still quivering.
    "L-look here, little Art. Mommy is about to win this one! You hear me? You're going to lose, you naughty boy!"
    She sensually called out before...

 Chapter 31 How to make Tea (1)

    "L-look here, little Art. Mommy is about to win this one! You hear me? You're going to lose, you naughty boy!"Juliana was teetering on the brink of madness. Her pride kept her from outright begging, but damn it, she was close. So close. If Artis didn't put that cock to good use, she might combust right there in the kitchen.
    Her plan was simple¡ªpathetic, maybe¡ªbut it was all she had. She gave her ass a slow, deliberate wiggle, her hips swaying like a cat in heat. One hand reached for the container while the other stealthily tugged at her dress, inching it up ever so discreetly.
    The thin fabric slid higher, revealing her toned legs inch by tantalizing inch. By the time it flirted with her thighs, Artis was gulping. His cock twitched, and his smug grin widened.
    'This bitch¡­ Oh, she wants to play dirty? Fine. Two can play this game.'
    He thought, biting back a laugh.
    "Aha! You think you can distract me with that little striptease? Hah! Good luck, mommy. Go ahead, touch the container¡ªI dare you."
    Then, without warning, he pressed the head of his cock firmly between her thighs, grinding it against her soaked panties.
    Juliana froze. Her breath hitched, her whole body trembling as she felt the hot, pulsing weight of him against her entrance. Even through the thin fabric, it was unmistakable.
    Her eyes shot wide as her brain short-circuited.
    "Y-you can't do that, you naughty boy! That's cheating!"
    "Cheating? Oh, Mommy, I'm just helping you 'reach' for that container. Isn't that what you wanted?"
    Her body betrayed her, hips jerking back into him instinctively. The friction made her shudder, her desperate need amplifying by the second.
    'Gods, if he keeps teasing me like this, I'm going to die¡ªor worse, I'll beg. And I never beg!'
    Her attempts to grab the container had become pathetic at best, her trembling hands slapping uselessly at the ground while her body betrayed her.
    She could feel his cock, even through the thin fabric of her dress, pressing insistently against her soaked entrance. Every grind, every nudge against her clit sent shockwaves straight to her core, and she was losing it.
    "Aha!"
    Artis's cocky laugh rang out, his hips giving another deliberate roll.
    "See? I'm not going to lose, mommy! Admit it, I've got you pinned like a bitch in heat!"
    Juliana let out a strangled whimper, her fingers grazing the edge of the container before slipping off again.
    "You... naughty boy! Stop playing! Let mommy win, damn it!"
    "Oh, you think I'm just going to let you win? Get ready for my ultimate move!"
    Juliana barely had time to register his words before he declared with unnecessary dramatic flair,
    "Divine Thrust of the Devil!"
    Then he thrust forward, his cock pushing against her through the fabric, grinding harder than ever before.
    The rough, friction-filled pressure sent her mind into a spiral, and the sudden forceful motion shoved the top of his cock past the soaked barrier of her dress, just barely entering her.
    Her body seized.
    Her eyes rolled back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as the floodgates finally burst. The orgasm that had been building for days¡ªteased, denied, and pent up¡ªexploded out of her like a fucking tidal wave.
    "Aaaahhh¡ªfuck! Fuuuuuuuck!"
    She screamed, her nails digging into the floor as her entire body shuddered violently.
    Juliana's mind was an absolute wreck. Her body trembled, her arms barely holding her up as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
    'This is madness! My pussy can't take this¡ªoh, fuck, it's taking it and loving every second!'
    Her dress was bunched up around her thighs, and Artis's hands were gripping her ass like it was some prize he'd won at a carnival.
    His cock was buried in her, still partially restrained by the thin fabric of her dress, but the sensation was otherworldly. It was like the dress wasn't even there¡ªher pussy clung to him, squeezing so tightly it might as well have been bare skin.
    "Aauuu! Ahhh! Fuuuuuck!"
    Juliana moaned, her voice cracking with every syllable. Her legs had completely given out, leaving her ass perched high in the air, as if her body had surrendered to its own instincts.
    "Oh gods, she's so fucking tight."
    Artis muttered, his fingers digging into her soft, round cheeks as he marveled at the sheer vice grip of her pussy.
    'He's pumping me like a goddamn piston! This is not teasing¡ªthis is torture! And why the fuck does it feel so good?!' S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "I told you you'd lose, Mommy."
    Artis chuckled, his hips grinding against her in slow, deliberate movements.
    "You¡­ ughhhh¡­ you naughty boy," she moaned, her words dripping with frustration and reluctant pleasure. "I'm gonna get you for this, I swear!"
    "Oh yeah? How exactly are you gonna get me¡­"
    He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear.
    "¡­if I do this?"
    Without warning, he began to pump her pussy in earnest, each thrust sliding a little more of his cock past the soaked barrier of her dress. The fabric barely offered any resistance, and every motion sent shockwaves through Juliana's overstimulated body.
    "AAAAHHHH! STOP¡ªNO, DON'T STOP¡ªOH FUCK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!"
    She screamed, her voice going hoarse from the sheer intensity of it all.
    'Oh gods! I'm gonna die! This is too good!
    Her entire body was trembling, her mind an absolute mess. Every nerve ending in her was alight, sparking like fireworks on a summer night. And yet, the universe had the audacity to throw in something mundane.
    WHISTLE!
    The kettle on the stove screeched, breaking the steamy tension like an uninvited guest at a sex party. Artis turned his head, chuckling like the cocky bastard he was.
    "Mommy, grab the container. Water's ready."
    He said casually, as though his cock wasn't halfway to turning her into a quivering puddle on the floor.
    "Nhh¡­"
    she whimpered, her hands fumbling as she finally managed to grab the container. Her victory was short-lived as Artis leaned forward, his strong hands suddenly cupping her tits like they were the perfect pair of stress balls.
    "Ack! A-Artis!"
    She yelped, her nipples hardening under his touch despite herself.
    "Make the tea, Mommy."
    He murmured, giving her breasts an indulgent squeeze before pulling her up.
    "I want my tea now."
    Her cheeks flushed so hot she was surprised steam wasn't rising from her head. But instead of protesting, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.
    "O-okay, honey¡­ just a moment."
    Her mind was spiraling.
    'How can I be okay with this? He's fondling my boobs while I'm making tea! My boobs! And why the fuck does it feel so good? Oh gods, his hands¡­ they're so big, so strong. How is this kid so fucking strong?!'
    Artis smirked behind her, his fingers exploring the soft curves of her breasts through her dress. The fabric was thin¡ªso thin, it was as though nothing separated him from perfection.
    "Don't worry, mommy, I'm not letting you go until I get my tea."
    She bit her lip, trying to focus on pouring the water into the cups as her body betrayed her with every sensual touch.

 Chapter 32 Finally, some real tea!

    "H-honey, your mommy isn't going anywhere."Her hands trembled as she stirred the tea, her breaths coming in shallow pants while Artis continued his exploration. His thumbs brushed her hardened nipples through the fabric, and she nearly spilled boiling water everywhere.
    Artis's tongue dragged over her nape again, leaving a wet, tingling trail before he caught her earlobe in his mouth, sucking on it like it was dessert.
    "Y-you really have a thing for my neck, huh?"
    "Yep. It's fucking sexy."
    "You're such a flatterer, honey."
    She managed, though her breath hitched as his hands squeezed her tits like he was trying to wring them out.
    "Heh, not flattery if it's true."
    His grin practically oozed smugness as his fingers twisted her nipples, pulling them until her back arched like a cat stretching in the sun.
    "Aaah! Fuck!"
    Juliana cried out, her knees buckling slightly as her pussy practically gushed like a broken faucet.
    'Gods, these hands! How are they this big, this strong? It's like he was sculpted by a fucking pervy god.'
    "Nuuu¡­"
    Another moan escaped her lips, and she bit down hard on it, trying to focus.
    Artis chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. S§×ar?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "You good, Mommy? Heh, you're shaking like a leaf."
    "Y-y-yeah." she stuttered, her face burning hotter than the stove. "I-I'm fine, honey."
    But her words were a damn lie. The way his cock was grinding against her soaked folds, even through the thin, ruined fabric of her gown, was driving her insane.
    Every squeeze, every tug of her nipples sent bolts of electric pleasure shooting through her body, making her head spin.
    Then he pinched her nipples again, hard enough to make her toes curl, and pulled, forcing her to arch back against his chest.
    "Aaah! Fucking hell!"
    She wailed as her body spasmed, a fresh wave of ecstasy ripping through her. She shuddered, her thighs clenching as she came¡ªagain.
    But did he stop? Of course not. This little bastard had the audacity to keep going, pumping against her soaked pussy like she was a toy and this was his goddamn playground.
    Juliana's gown, once a pristine light color, was now a dark, sticky mess, drenched in her sweat and cum. She stood there, her hands trembling as she resumed pouring the tea like a woman possessed.
    Artis lifted her arm like he was about to toast it, buried his nose in her armpit, and inhaled so deeply it was borderline obscene.
    "Fuck, Mommy, you smell so damn good."
    He groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction like he'd just sniffed heaven itself.
    Juliana blinked, her cheeks burning.
    "Th-thank you, honey."
    She stammered, trying to sound normal while pouring the tea. But her attempt at composure shattered the second his hands latched onto her tits again, pulling her nipples with the finesse of someone tuning a damn guitar.
    "Aaaah! Gods, you naughty little boy!"
    She cried, her voice quivering as the tea sloshed dangerously close to spilling.
    Artis, meanwhile, was laser-focused, his cock pumping against her soaked pussy through her ruined gown. The friction, the heat¡ªit was too much. He felt the pressure building in his core, the warning signs of an impending explosion.
    "Shit¡­ fuck, I'm gonna¡­"
    He hissed, grabbing her hips like she was the last lifeboat on a sinking ship.
    With one final thrust, he lost it.
    "Ughhhh!"
    "Aaaaaah!"
    His cock pulsed, ropes of hot cum shooting out and soaking into her already-drenched dress. Juliana's body shuddered violently as she came again, her legs barely holding her up.
    Her mind was a puddle of lust, and she didn't even register that his cum was seeping through the thin fabric and making its way to her aching, oversensitive folds.
    But did she care? Hell no. At this point, she was too far gone to care about anything but the lingering high coursing through her.
    Artis clung to her like she was a lifeline, trembling as his climax subsided. After what felt like an eternity, he finally released her, leaving her legs wobbling like a baby deer.
    Juliana grabbed the counter for support, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Somehow, through sheer willpower, she picked up the tea and handed it to him with trembling hands.
    "Here's your tea, Art. I¡­ I hope you like it."
    She said, her voice shaky but still managing to sound somewhat composed.
    "Of course, Mommy, I like everything about you."
    Artis purred, his eyes practically undressing her as they raked over her body like he was sizing up his next meal.
    Juliana felt her knees wobble. The sheer hunger in his gaze made her feel like the last slice of cake at a party¡ªirresistible and destined to be devoured.
    Before she could muster a single word, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss so hot it could've melted the damn teapot.
    She didn't even bother pretending to resist.
    'Man, devil, or horny lunatic, who the fuck cares when he kisses like this?'
    His lips were sinful, his tongue a wicked tease, and the way his hand cupped her cheek made her feel like the star of her very own X-rated romance novel.
    The kiss stretched on, her heart pounding like a drum solo at a rock concert. Just as she was starting to lose herself completely, he pulled back, leaving her breathless and dazed.
    "Thank you so much, Mommy, for the tea. I'll make sure you're happy from now on. Personally. You'll never feel lonely again¡ªI'll make damn sure of it."
    Juliana blinked, trying to process his words while her brain was still stuck on holy fuck, that kiss.
    "T-thank you, honey."
    She managed to stammer, her voice betraying just how rattled she was.
    "Now... drink your tea before it gets cold."
    Artis gave her that cocky smile¡ªthe kind that said he knew exactly what he was doing to her¡ªand lifted the cup to his lips. After taking a slow, deliberate sip, he leaned in and planted a quick peck on her lips, like it was no big deal.
    Then he turned and walked away, his saunter so goddamn self-assured it made her want to throw the teacup at his retreating back¡ªand then drag him to bed.

 Chapter 33 Breakthrough!

    After he left, Juliana leaned against the counter, her chest heaving like she'd just run a marathon¡ªor, more accurately, like she'd just been emotionally steamrolled by a walking libido.She was sweating like crazy, her dress sticking to her curves in ways that made her curse her traitorous body.
    "What the fuck just happened?!"
    She whispered, her voice high-pitched and shaky.
    Her hands instinctively brushed against her ass, where something wet and sticky was slowly oozing down the fabric of her dress.
    Alarmed, she swiped a finger across it and held it up to inspect. The white substance glistened under the light, and without thinking, she brought it to her lips.
    "Mmhmmm¡­" she murmured, her brows furrowing. "I-it's tasty? But why does it taste like¡­honeyed milk?"
    Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, and she quickly shook her head, muttering to herself.
    "This kid is gonna be the death of me¡­"
    She grumbled, stomping off to clean herself up, though the sticky heat in her core refused to dissipate.
    ...
    Meanwhile, back in Artis's room, he set the empty tea cup on the table with a satisfied smirk and climbed onto his bed.
    With practiced ease, he folded himself into a lotus position, his toned body radiating calmness that belied his earlier antics.
    Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, steadying his thoughts. Soon, a soft golden light began emanating from his palms and¡­his dick. Yes, his dick. S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The pulsating glow of spiritual energy looked almost majestic as it coursed through him before being absorbed back into his body.
    This wasn't just any energy¡ªit was Yin energy, the potent essence he'd subtly siphoned from Juliana during their little encounter.
    "Ah."
    He exhaled, feeling the surge of power settle into his core.
    "Her Yin is strong¡ªalmost as strong as her thighs."
    A sly grin spread across his face as his cultivation advanced ever so slightly.
    How could he suddenly do that? Well, one of the juiciest tidbits in the divine scripture¡ªpractically bolded and highlighted with "READ THIS, PERVERT" energy¡ªexplained the art of harnessing Yin and Yang energy from other living beings.
    Be it humans, beastkins, or those snooty spiritual animals that probably thought they were above such shenanigans, they all had Yin and Yang to offer.
    As a dude, Artis was already loaded with Yang energy¡ªlike a factory perpetually cranking out cock-powered sunshine.
    But the thing was, to refine his Yang and balance it with Yin, he needed to borrow some Yin energy from women. And not just a sprinkle or a sniff; no, the scripture explicitly stated that the more a woman came, the more Yin energy he could absorb. In essence, every orgasm was a step closer to divine power.
    "Make her cum, make her run¡ªstraight into immortality."
    He chuckled to himself, remembering the scripture's borderline pornographic phrasing.
    Right now, Artis didn't have a proper cultivation core¡ªa spiritual anchor for all this kinky energy he was hoarding. He needed to build one ASAP if he wanted to level up.
    Currently, he was at the Qi Gathering stage, third level. Basically, a spiritual toddler. The previous Artis¡ªbless his clueless soul¡ªhad at least perfected the Body Tempering stage, so Artis had the foundational durability of a well-trained gigolo.
    Artis meditated intensely, the kind of focus that could put a monk to shame if said monk had a raging boner from Yin energy overload.
    For hours, he sat there, absorbing every last drop of Juliana's Yin essence. He felt the refined Qi energy swirling through him like an overexcited toddler with a sugar rush, bouncing off the walls of his inner world.
    'Fuck, I can't let this energy just freestyle in my body.'
    He thought, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
    'If this shit runs wild, it's gonna wreck me like a horny bull in a pottery shop. I need meridians to store it, at least until I cook up a proper core.'
    He took a deep breath, his mind laser-focused on the task. Visualizing his body, he mapped out the critical energy points where the rogue Qi was doing its chaotic dance.
    His shoulders, elbows, wrists, palms¡ªeach point glowed like a stoplight on the road to cultivation town.
    Then there was his dick. Yes, his cock had a meridian too, because of course it did. The scripture hadn't exactly been subtle about emphasizing its importance, practically labeling it the Grand Dickinary of Yin Storage.
    'Alright, let's do this shit.'
    He thought, commanding the energy like a general whipping unruly soldiers into formation. Slowly but surely, the wild Qi began to settle, flowing into the key meridian points across his body.
    From his forehead to his throat, his chest, navel, and yes, even his divine dong.
    As the strands of energy linked up, connecting each meridian like a spiritual orgy of power, Artis felt a surge within him.
    The breakthrough hit him like a cosmic climax, and he officially ascended to the fourth stage of Qi Gathering.
    Artis opened his eyes, sweat pouring off him like he'd just run a marathon in hell's hottest sauna.
    "Damn, I'm fucking roasting! My body feels like someone cranked the furnace up to fuck you levels."
    He groaned, wiping a thick stream of sweat off his forehead.
    Still, a wicked grin crept onto his face.
    "This... this power. Holy shit, it's coursing through me like I just snorted a line of cosmic cocaine. Fuck, it's so potent, it's like I've got the universe's Viagra pulsing in my veins."
    Raising his hand, he stared at his palm with all the menacing flair of a wannabe villain rehearsing for his big monologue. Slowly, he extended his arm toward the open window, the full moon glowing like some celestial spotlight.
    "Alright, let's fucking do this."
    He muttered, his eyes narrowing in intense focus.
    Minutes passed. Nothing. More minutes passed. Still nothing.
    "Goddammit!"
    He hissed through gritted teeth. But just as he was about to give up and scream at the heavens, a faint glow sparked in his palm. The tiniest bead of blue-white light flickered to life.
    "HOLY SHIT!"
    He yelled, nearly jumping out of his skin.
    "I FUCKING DID IT! Two days, and I'm already a goddamn prodigy!"
    Unfortunately, his celebration broke his concentration, and the tiny glowing bead of energy decided it had enough of his nonsense.
    With a sudden lunge, it shot out of his hand and zoomed straight for the window like it had a dinner reservation with disaster.
    "FUCK!"
    Artis shrieked, jumping up from his bed like a soldier avoiding shrapnel.
    A split second later, there was a flash of light outside the window, followed by a boom so loud it rattled the room.
    Then, a high-pitched, offended "MEOW!" pierced the night as a cat bolted away like it had just seen the devil.
    Artis peeked over the edge of the bed, wide-eyed.
    "Oh shit. Did I just blow up someone's fucking cat?"
    He flopped back onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling.
    "Well... at least I didn't hit a person. Baby steps, Artis. Baby steps."
    Artis shook his head, sending a silent rest in peace, kitty into the universe before hopping down from the bed.
    "Alright, time to scrub this sweaty ass. I smell like a brothel after peak hours," he muttered, wiping his chest dramatically.
    Grabbing the edges of his robe, he shrugged one arm out, then the other, letting the fabric hang loosely around his waist. His chiseled chest glistened like some over-the-top romance novel cover, the sweat giving it an almost ridiculous sparkle.
    He reached for the knot at his waist, ready to let it all hang out, when suddenly he froze.
    Click-slide.
    The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the house.
    His first thought was Chen.
    'The big guy's back.'
    But then he noticed the silence. No thundering footsteps, no ground-shaking stomps that screamed "hulking meathead incoming."
    'Hmmm... no stomps means... shopping trip's over. Jackpot.'
    A grin spread across his face, wicked and mischievous.
    "Bath can wait. Time for some good old-fashioned fun."
    With a quick stretch and an unnecessarily dramatic neck crack, he slid open his door, his bare chest leading the way like a beacon of shamelessness.
    He moved with exaggerated stealth, tiptoeing toward the source of the sound like a thief with a PhD in melodrama.
    His grin widened.

 Chapter 34 What would a man Do?

    Nadia sighed, the weight of the day clinging to her like a clingy ex. She'd spent hours with her friends shopping for things she didn't need, all in the name of pretending her life wasn't a chaotic shitstorm.'This isn't just retail therapy. This is a tactical retreat from everything¡ªhusband, little brother, and all those absolutely fucked-up, deliciously sinful thoughts swirling in my head.'
    She stepped into the dark, silent house and immediately felt the weight of the eerie stillness. No lights, no sound, no signs of life¡ªjust the gentle hum of her own increasingly sinful thoughts.
    'Where is everyone?'
    She wondered, slipping off her shoes and glancing around like she'd walked into a low-budget horror film.
    She figured her dad was probably out drinking himself into another regrettable karaoke session, but her mom? The woman who could sense a misplaced sock from a mile away? Nowhere to be found.
    What Nadia didn't know was that her mom was knocked out cold upstairs, courtesy of a certain someone who had literally and figuratively squeezed her dry. But ignorance is bliss, or in Nadia's case, fuel for increasingly unhinged thoughts.
    "Guess Chen and Artis aren't back yet either."
    But then the thought of him¡ªArtis¡ªhit her like a wrecking ball. Her cheeks flushed, her pulse quickened, and her body betrayed her faster than a drunk best friend spilling secrets.
    'This morning¡­ that cock¡­ that fucking smirk!'
    The memories came rushing back, vivid and unfiltered, like some raunchy highlight reel playing on loop in her brain. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as her core tightened, a shameful warmth spreading through her.
    'Goddammit, I'm wet. Again. What the fuck is wrong with me?'
    She paused, staring at the dark hallway like it held the answers. It didn't. It just made her imagination run wild. Her pussy throbbed with every dirty thought, and she knew there was no escaping it.
    "M-maybe I should go take a bath?"
    She whispered, her voice shaky, desperate, like someone trying to talk themselves out of a bad idea.
    But deep down, she knew a bath wouldn't cleanse the filth building in her mind. If anything, it might make it worse.
    Before Nadia could fully process her predicament, a hand clamped over her mouth, yanking her back against a hard, solid chest. Panic flared as she instinctively struggled, her muffled scream stifled beneath the stranger's grip.
    'Holy fuck! An intruder? In my house? What the actual shit!'
    Her mind raced. She hadn't even locked the front door properly¡ªtoo lost in her horny daydreams. But before her fight-or-flight mode could fully kick in, a voice purred into her ear, low and teasing, instantly recognizable and impossibly smug.
    "Don't you know it's dangerous for a sweet little muffin like you to wander around alone at night?"
    The voice was smooth as silk, dripping with mischief.
    "Some people might not be able to control themselves."
    Her panic dissolved in an instant, replaced by a confusing cocktail of relief and arousal.
    'Fuck, it's him.'
    His hand slid from her mouth, down to her chin, but his thumb lingered over her lower lip, pressing just enough to make her heart pound harder.
    His other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. And there it was¡ªhis raging boner, unapologetically grinding against her ass like it owned the place.
    Her breath hitched. Moving away didn't even cross her mind. Why the fuck would it? This was hotter than any fantasy she'd conjured up.
    "Some people¡­ like you?"
    She shot back, her voice trembling slightly but still managing a teasing lilt.
    He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her back.
    "Ha, ha¡­ yes. Maybe. Does it matter?"
    'Does it matter?!'
    Her cheeks burned, her core clenched, and her brain officially clocked out for the night.
    "Yes, it depends."
    She teased, her voice shaky but laced with curiosity.
    "But¡­ what would someone like you do to me¡­ if you saw me in the dark?"
    Her words hung in the air like a dare, her lips brushing his thumb with the kind of intentional softness that screamed I'm playing with fire, and I like it.
    "You really wanna know?"
    "Y-yes¡­"
    Her mind spiraled.
    'Wait¡­ am I shaved? Shit, why the fuck am I thinking about that? He's not gonna do anything to me. Right? Definitely not tonight. Probably. Maybe¡­ oh fuck, why does the idea sound so¡ª'
    Her whole body betrayed her, giving a little jerk at the thought.
    'Am I seriously waiting for him to molest me? Holy shit. Am I that far gone?'
    Before her inner monologue could spiral further into horny chaos, he yanked her out of her thoughts¡ªand her balance.
    "Look at you."
    He muttered, grabbing her arm and spinning her like they were in some twisted ballroom dance. The motion left her breathless, her feet fumbling to find the ground again.
    She ended up directly in front of him, his hand still gripping hers, his eyes devouring her under the moonlight.
    Those eyes. Hungry, predatory, like he was already picturing her naked and begging. The intensity of his gaze turned her heartbeat into a full-blown jackhammer.
    "In a dress like that¡­"
    He drawled, his tone equal parts admiration and mockery.
    His eyes traveled slowly¡ªlazily, even¡ªfrom the top of her head to her toes, lingering on all the sinful curves her loose, sky-blue robe failed to hide. She'd picked it for its modesty, but up close, under his scrutiny, it might as well have been lingerie.
    Her breath hitched.
    "What couldn't someone do to you?"
    He muttered, his voice thick with amusement, the kind that sent a shiver down her spine.
    Nadia stared at him, wide-eyed and breathless, her brain firing off warning signals she had no intention of heeding. S§×arch* The nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'Why am I like this? He's not even touching me¡ªwell, not really¡ªand yet my pussy is acting like it's auditioning for a wet t-shirt contest.'
    Her gaze drank him in, and holy hell, what a sight. His chiseled torso was on full display, glistening with sweat like he'd just stepped out of some erotic fitness magazine.
    The moonlight danced on every sharp cut of his abs, his damp hair slicked back like he was auditioning for Hot Villain 101. And that damn robe¡ªbarely holding it together¡ªdid nothing to hide the very real something straining for freedom below his waist.
    She gulped, her breath hitching as her eyes betrayed her, darting to that area for just a second too long.
    "And what would someone¡­ d-do to me?"
    She stammered, the question tumbling out as her voice wavered between curiosity and desperation.
    He tilted his head, one hand coming to his chin like he was pondering her fate. That damn smirk on his face only made her heart pound harder.
    "If I were some random stranger, just strolling through the woods and suddenly spotted a little wild bunny like you¡­ The first thing I'd do? Pretend to trip."
    "P-Pretend to trip?"
    She echoed, blinking at him in confusion. Her mind scrambled to connect the dots.
    'Does he mean fall¡­ like fall in love? Is he being sweet, or am I missing somethi¡ª'
    Her thoughts didn't get far.
    "Something like this."
    He said, with the kind of theatrical flair that belonged on a stage¡ªor maybe a poorly rehearsed porno.
    Before she could process what was happening, he..

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    "Something like this."He said, with the kind of theatrical flair that belonged on a stage¡ªor maybe a poorly rehearsed porno.
    Before she could process what was happening, he made a grand show of stumbling forward. Her instincts kicked in, arms shooting out to catch him, but instead of stopping short like a normal person, he went full steam ahead¡ªhis face landing squarely between her boobs like they were the promised land.
    "Eek!"
    Nadia squealed, her entire body jolting as she felt his head nestled firmly in her cleavage. The audacity! His face was nuzzling her chest, shamelessly rubbing side to side like a man trying to warm his cheeks on a frosty morning.
    "Oh, good lady, forgive me. I seem to have¡­ fallen. Such clumsiness is unbecoming."
    He murmured, voice muffled as he took a dramatic inhale.
    Her mind short-circuited.
    'Did this bitch just sniff my boobs?!'
    Her body betrayed her mortified brain, a tiny chuckle slipping out despite herself.
    "Oh no, good sir," she replied, somehow matching his ridiculous tone, "there's no need to apologize. You just¡­ tripped, right?"
    He gripped her hips for balance¡ªor so he'd claim later¡ªand lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.
    "But my lady," he said, his voice dripping with fake regret, "it was entirely my fault. I was not looking where I was going, and now I've caused¡­ such an incident."
    Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she couldn't stop herself from responding, her arms instinctively tightening around his head.
    "N-no, really, it's fine. Accidents happen."
    "Well then," he said, as though coming to a resolution, "I'll just remove my¡ªoh no! I fell again!"
    And just like that, he dove back in, his face disappearing deeper into her cleavage with the enthusiasm of a man discovering buried treasure.
    Nadia gasped again, her hands twitching as she contemplated whether to push him away or¡­ not.
    "I'm beginning to think," he murmured, his words vibrating against her chest, "that this spot is my new home."
    "You're ridiculous!"
    She half-laughed, half-scolded, her heart pounding as heat spread through her body.
    "And yet, here I am."
    He quipped, lifting his head just slightly to flash her that devilish grin before diving right back in.
    "Mmmhh¡­"
    She moaned, her body betraying every ounce of self-restraint she thought she had. Her pussy was practically throwing a rave, twitching violently as his nose stayed buried in her cleavage like it was a goddamn treasure map.
    "Ah... y-yes, this was... an accident..."
    She stammered, her voice betraying how much she didn't want it to end.
    "I can't move, my lady. I'm so sorry."
    He mumbled, his lips still pressed against the smooth curve of her chest, the words vibrating against her skin like a forbidden melody.
    "It's okay¡­ you can stay there."
    She cooed, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging gently like she was testing just how much she could control this "accident."
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    Her thoughts spiraled, bouncing between shame and wanton desire faster than a drunk sparrow on a windy day.
    'I'm such a whore. But¡­ but this feels so fucking good. Chen's boring ass never made me feel like this. This is so wrong¡­ but this is exactly what I wanted.'
    Her mind and body were waging war, but her body was clearly winning. It wasn't even close.
    'My mind is telling me no¡­ but my body¡­ fuck, my body is telling it needs more attentions from him.'
    Her focus shattered as his warm breath ghosted over her skin, his tongue darting out to trace the sweaty valley of her cleavage, dragging along the curve like he was savoring every drop of her.
    "Oh¡­ ah¡­"
    She gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as her body shuddered under the deliciously sinful sensations.
    "You have such a nice and warm body, my lady."
    He murmured, his voice oozing enough smugness to butter toast.
    "T-thank you... Y-you can take your head away. Y-you don't need to keep it here."
    She whispered, trying¡ªand failing miserably¡ªto sound composed while her brain was busy short-circuiting.
    "Heh heh... See that..."
    He chuckled, finally pulling his head from her cleavage, leaving her feeling oddly empty, like a fridge with only a half-eaten yogurt.
    "You wanna know the next trick?"
    He teased, the wicked glint in his eyes practically screaming trouble incoming.
    "Next trick? There's more?"
    She asked, genuinely surprised¡ªand maybe a little too eager.
    "Of course there is. It's like a magic show. If you get the trick right, you get rewarded. If not, well... then it's punishment."
    "Rewards and punishment...? How do you get rewarded?"
    She asked, her voice shaky but her curiosity blatantly winning over her sense of shame.
    "Hmm... like this."
    Before she could even blink, he swept his leg under her like some bootleg martial artist, sending her yelping as she tumbled backward.
    But instead of hitting the floor, she found herself cradled in his arms. His hand, oh-so-conveniently, had slid under her armpit and landed squarely on her boob, cupping it like he was holding the Holy Grail.
    "Oh, my lady. Are you alright?"
    He asked, the playful grin on his face making it abundantly clear he wasn't remotely sorry.
    "Ha ha ha¡­ Oh no, looks like I've fallen. How clumsy of me..."
    She giggled breathlessly, her cheeks blazing red.
    "Seems like you, good sir, caught me... with an iron grip."
    She added, glancing down at his hand, which was clearly enjoying its front-row seat to her assets.
    "Well, can't let a delicate lady like you hit the ground."
    He quipped, squeezing lightly for emphasis.
    "Safety first, right?"
    She bit her lip, trying to suppress a laugh¡ªor maybe a moan.
    "But sir, am I not heavy? You might not be able to hold me."
    She stammered, trying to sound modest but failing miserably as she bit her lip.
    "Oh, don't worry, my lady. I've been training my whole life for moments like this. Behold!"
    He declared with theatrical flair before sweeping her up in his arms, bridal style, like some overconfident gym bro showing off at the squat rack.
    "Waah!"
    She yelped, caught completely off guard. Her feet dangled helplessly, her blush spreading faster than gossip at a tea party.
    "See? Told you. You're lighter than a feather. Or maybe I'm just that fucking strong."
    "Y-you are strong."
    She admitted, her voice trembling. And not just from the lift¡ªno, her body was betraying her worse than a double agent.
    Her mind raced.
    'Why does this feel so... good? He's shameless. Blunt. But gods, he makes me feel alive. Sexy. Desirable. Like my body isn't some forgotten relic of marriage neglect.'
    Her breathing quickened as his hands adjusted their grip, one hand securely around her thighs while the other¡ªoh, sweet heavens above¡ªseemed to have accidentally found itself kneading her chest like it was dough in a bakery. His fingers teased her nipples, the light pinches sending electric shivers down her spine.
    "Now, my lady," he said, his tone dripping with mischief, "I'm going to gently place you down so I can inspect your body... for any potential injuries, of course."
    He smiled, a devastatingly charming smile that could probably sell sand in a desert. She swore her knees were about to give out on the spot.
    "Y-yes... yes, please," she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Take a thorough look at my... my body."
    She barely registered how suggestive she sounded, her voice quivering with anticipation. He raised an eyebrow, his grin deepening as if her unintentional innuendo was a prize in and of itself.
    'Oh, gods, I'm doomed.'
    She thought, her body buzzing.

 Chapter 36 Suffocating Cheeks!

    "Now, please stand there. Just relax and let me do the work."He said, his voice smooth enough to butter toast.
    He put her down gently, like she was some fragile vase instead of a walking ball of nerves, and positioned her in front of him. His hands settled firmly on her hips, holding her in place like a sculptor about to chisel a masterpiece.
    "Hmmm..."
    He groaned, rubbing his chin like a pervy detective solving a very horny case. His eyes roamed up and down her body with the intensity of someone studying the Mona Lisa, except his Mona Lisa was nervously squirming and very aware of where this was headed.
    "Let me take a good look. Do you feel pain here?"
    He asked innocently, bending slightly so his head brushed against her breasts as his hands found her upper thighs.
    Her breath hitched.
    "N-not there, sir."
    "Little up, then?"
    He said, sliding his hand upward just a bit, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smirk.
    "Y-yes, higher... I can feel the pain."
    She stammered, knowing damn well what was coming next. Her thighs clenched tighter than a nun's prayer book, but it wasn't going to stop his progress.
    "Here?" he asked, his hand pausing strategically.
    "Higher, sir," she choked out, her face hotter than a volcano mid-eruption.
    "Here?" His hand inched closer to her ass cheeks, hovering like a plane trying to land.
    "H-higher..." she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her own sinful thoughts. She could practically feel her soul writing an apology letter to the gods.
    "Hmm, this is quite high," he mused. "Let me take a good look at it. Turn around, please."
    "Y-yes."
    She squeaked, obeying faster than she probably should have.
    Her mind was racing at a million miles an hour.
    'Oh gods, my whole body is getting hotter. My pussy is so wet. What is he going to do...'
    "Hmmm..."
    His voice rumbled behind her as he crouched down. She could feel the heat of his breath on the back of her thighs, and she swore he was taking his sweet time just to torment her.
    From her angle, she couldn't see what he was doing, but that only made it worse. Her imagination filled in the blanks with images that were far too explicit for someone who was supposed to be "relaxing."
    "Here?"
    He asked, poking a finger into her generous¡ªno, let's call it what it was¡ªlegendary ass cheek, his finger sinking into her flesh like it had just found a new home. She yelped, jumping slightly, her voice a mix of surprise and something she'd never dare admit.
    "Y-yes, a little there," she stammered, wishing her mouth would stop betraying her brain.
    "Oh my, then I should massage it a little to see if it relieves your pain," he said, his voice dripping with fake professionalism, the kind you'd expect from a "doctor" who got his degree at a brothel.
    "O-oh, yes, please," she whimpered, her willpower crumbling like wet paper. Honestly, even if she wanted to protest, her body was already screaming, Yes, do it! Take me to Ass Heaven!
    With her weak-ass confirmation, his hands dove in like a pervert on a mission, gripping her cheeks like they were stress balls made by the gods.
    "O-oohh...t-this is...w-wow..."
    She whimpered, her voice getting higher, her breaths heavier, and her dignity circling the drain.
    "Do you like it?" he asked, his hands kneading her like a baker working overtime on a fresh loaf. "You have such a nice and thick ass, my lady." S§×ar?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Ah...n-no...don't say that. It's too embarrassing," she squeaked, her face redder than a tomato at a salsa contest.
    "I'm only relieving your pain, my lady," he said smoothly, as if the line hadn't been written by the devil himself.
    "H-ha ha, yes, yes you are," she choked out, her voice barely holding it together as his fingers sunk deeper, molding her ass like it was his life's work.
    "My, my...lady," he purred, his voice low and full of sinful delight. "Your skin is so smooth and soft. And your smell..."
    He paused dramatically before leaning in and burying his face into her ass cheeks like a man sniffing a fine wine.
    "It's intoxicating."
    "A-ahhh...i-is it...?"
    She asked weakly, her brain officially fried, sizzling in a puddle of humiliation and something far less holy.
    She had never, ever been molested like this. Not even by Chen, who, by comparison, now seemed like a goddamn saint.
    'My ass is being sniffed like it's a fine vintage wine, and fuck me if it's not making me wetter than a goddamn waterfall. He's a total pervert... but shit, I'm worse for loving this.'
    She thought, her internal monologue drowning in shame and lust.
    "Ah... ah..."
    A moan escaped her lips, betraying every ounce of her dignity.
    "My lady, are you okay?"
    He asked, voice dripping with faux concern, as his lips pressed soft, deliberate kisses onto her now thoroughly molested ass cheeks.
    "Oh gods..."
    She whimpered, biting her lip like it would keep the flood of filthy noises from escaping. Spoiler: It didn't.
    "What was that, my lady?"
    He asked, feigning innocence so poorly it could've won an award for Worst Acting in the Universe.
    "N-no... I'm okay. This is... relieving. Ang~"
    The last syllable came out as a full-on moan as he jiggled her cheeks like they were fucking water balloons at a summer party.
    He spread them apart with a casual expertise that made her question every life choice that led to this moment, burying his face deeper like he was looking for the meaning of life between her cheeks.
    The dress barely shielded her anymore, but it wasn't like that mattered¡ªher ass was basically swallowing his face at this point, and judging by the low groans he let out, he was enjoying every suffocating second.
    Nadia, meanwhile, was on the verge of a mental breakdown¡ªor an orgasm; it was hard to tell the difference at this point.
    Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth sealed tight in a desperate attempt to stifle the indecent sounds clawing their way out. She couldn't let him know how much she was loving this. No way.
    'My ass is being groped like it's the holy grail of perversion. This is so fucking wrong. But gods help me, I don't want him to stop. This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me.'
    She thought, her mind a war zone of desire and guilt.
    And just as she was about to find some semblance of control, he went and ruined it entirely.
    His hand slithered down like the snake it was, gripping the hem of her gown, and in one smooth, devilish motion, he pulled it up.
    The cool night air kissed her now bare ass cheeks, and she froze, mortified, aroused, and completely at his mercy.

 Chapter 37 Release the Monster

    His hand slithered down like the snake it was, gripping the hem of her gown, and in one smooth, devilish motion, he pulled it up.The cool night air kissed her now bare ass cheeks, and she froze, mortified, aroused, and completely at his mercy.
    "Th-that's¡­"
    She tried to protest, but honestly, what the fuck could she even say at this point?
    "I need to check it from here, my lady. For your own sake."
    His tone was pure professionalism¡ªif professionalism included face-diving into asses like it was a fucking Olympic sport.
    "F-fine¡­"
    She stammered, her voice betraying her excitement. Objections? She had none. Hell, she was practically waiting for this to escalate.
    'Oh shit, it's happening! Holy fuck, it's actually happening!'
    She screamed internally, caught somewhere between self-loathing and wild anticipation.
    He wasted no time, his hands gripping her bare cheeks with the kind of reverence usually reserved for priceless artifacts.
    He spread them apart like a perverted Moses parting the Red Sea, revealing her scandalously buried G-string, which was doing a terrible job of hiding her, uh... enthusiasm.
    "Oh my. Seems like there's a leakage here, my lady. Care to explain?"
    His voice came from below, smug and teasing, and her humiliation spiked so high it could've set off a fire alarm.
    "N-nothing. I don't know."
    She wished for the ground to swallow her whole¡ªor at least for him to stop talking. Fat chance.
    "Well then," he said, voice dripping with fake concern, "I guess I'd better take a closer look. Just to be thorough."
    Before she could so much as squeak out a denial, his face was buried back between her cheeks, as if that was its natural habitat. Sear?h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    His nose pressed into her crack with the enthusiasm of a bloodhound on a trail, while his lips kissed and his tongue... oh gods, his tongue was licking her through the soaked fabric like a man dying of thirst.
    Her pussy throbbed in time with her racing heart, and any shred of dignity she had left packed its bags and left the building.
    "O-oh gods... o-oh fuck..."
    She whimpered, biting her lip so hard she was surprised it hadn't drawn blood. Her attempts to stay quiet were about as effective as a cat trying to blend in at a dog show.
    "Oh my, yes, indeed there is a leakage. Let me investigate further."
    Before she could process his words, his hand slid down past her ass, snaking between her trembling thighs. His fingers brushed over her soaked slit, running along her folds with deliberate slowness.
    "Ahhh...!"
    She gasped, her knees almost buckling.
    "Oh yes, my lady," he mused, his tone far too composed for what he was doing. "This is really bad. Absolutely catastrophic leakage. If we don't address this immediately, who knows what could happen?"
    Her face was burning, her mind spiraling into a haze of lust and disbelief.
    "W-what is it? W-what can you do?"
    "I happen to have an instrument designed for just such an emergency," he said, his voice lowering as his fingers teasingly spread her folds. "A long, thick, and sturdy instrument. Perfect for plunging into the source of the leak and stuffing it thoroughly, leaving no room for any more... overflow."
    Her breathing hitched at his shameless words, her body betraying her even as her rational mind screamed this is insane.
    "W-wouldn't that instrument g-get stuck at the entrance... since... since the hole is... so small?"
    She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she squirmed under his touch.
    He chuckled, his warm breath ghosting over her bare skin.
    "Oh no, my lady, there's no problem at all. Trust me, I'm a professional. With this entrance so slick and ready, the whole process will be smooth as butter. By the time I'm done, you'll be so relaxed you'll sleep like a kitten in the sun."
    He leaned in, his face pressing into her plush cheeks, and started nibbling her folds like they were some exotic delicacy.
    'Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.'
    That was the only coherent thought left in her fried brain. Her breaths were coming out in desperate little gasps, her body betraying her with every twitch and tremble.
    'This is it. Oh gods, I'm done for.'
    "I-I mean¡­"
    She stammered, trying and failing to sound remotely logical.
    "If your, uh, instrument blocks the, um, leakage, won't the entrance stretch too big? What if there's another¡­ incident, and other instruments can't¡­ uh¡­ fit anymore?"
    Artis paused, lifting his head just enough to raise an eyebrow at her. The look he gave her was pure disbelief mixed with a dash of are you kidding me right now? Then, his lips curved into a wolfish grin.
    "There's no need for other instruments, dear sister. The only one you'll ever need is mine."
    The way he said it, with just the right amount of dominance, sent a shockwave straight to her core.
    Her whole body shuddered as heat pooled in her belly, and before she could even catch her breath, he was back at it. His tongue plunged into her folds with a fervor, licking and sucking like a man starved.
    'Gods above, he's so fucking assertive. I love this cocky bastard.'
    She'd never met anyone like him. He wasn't just confident; he was dangerously confident.
    Every word out of his mouth, every movement of his hands, was like he knew exactly what buttons to push to send her into overdrive.
    And that tongue? Holy shit. It was like he was trying to win a fucking Olympic gold in pussy-eating.
    Her moans spilled from her lips, raw and unfiltered, as her body gave in completely. Logic? Pride? She couldn't even spell those words right now.
    Artis had her, and she loved every second of it.
    "W-Won't the instrument hurt this lady?"
    She stammered, her cheeks turning a shade redder than a ripe tomato.
    Artis grinned, the kind of grin that said, Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.
    "Hurt? Eh, maybe a bit. But trust me, babe, once you adjust to the size, you'll be begging for more. The pleasure will make the pain feel like a tickle."
    Juliana's face practically caught fire at his words.
    "T-this poor woman has only ever handled¡­ small instruments. How is she supposed to take something so b-big¡­ and hard?"
    Artis raised an eyebrow, his grin widening into full-blown devilish.
    "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head, my lady. This poor woman's insides were made for me. Trust me, you'll take it like a champ."
    The banter was filthy, absurd, and fucking delicious. They were both reveling in it, each word making the air around them thicker with tension.
    "A-alright," Nadia said, swallowing hard. "I trust you. If your¡­ instrument can help this poor woman sleep tonight, I will be¡­ eternally grateful."
    Artis chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down her spine.
    "Heh heh¡­ Thank you, my lady. Now, allow me to introduce you to my divine instrument."
    With that, he stood up, the movement deliberate, slow, like he wanted her to savor every second. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he gave her plush, jiggling ass a playful slap.
    "Eep!"
    She squealed, her porcelain cheeks now sporting a red handprint, his personal brand of ownership.
    Artis tilted his head, admiring his handiwork.
    "Damn, look at that bounce. If I didn't know better, I'd say this ass was sculpted by the gods themselves just for me."
    Juliana's heart raced as she glanced back at him, her voice a mixture of exasperation and barely concealed excitement.
    "Y-you can't just go slapping a lady like that!"
    "Why not?" Artis smirked, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. "I'm just leaving my mark. Gotta make sure everyone knows this territory's mine."
    Her body betrayed her with a shudder, her mind racing.
    'Damn it, why does that sound so fucking hot?'
    Her heart pounded like a fucking drum solo, every beat threatening to deafen her as his arms snaked around her waist.
    His bare chest pressed against her back, warm and solid, while his cock¡ªhard as hell and unapologetic¡ªprodded her ass like it was trying to start a conversation.
    "Don't you want to see the instrument that's going to stop your¡­ leakage, my lady?"
    His voice was velvet dipped in sin, and damn if it didn't make her knees wobble.
    She gulped, her trembling hands instinctively landing on top of his as they rested possessively on her stomach.
    "Y-yes."
    He kissed her nape, slow and teasing, his lips lighting a fire along her spine.
    "Look down¡­"

 Chapter 38 Release the Monster (2)

    "Look down¡­"She did, her gaze drifting down her trembling body, past her bunched-up gown. And then she saw it. At first, it was just a shadow, something ominous and promising. Then, like some forbidden magic trick, a bulbous tip pushed into view, proud and daring.
    "Oh¡­ oh my¡­"
    Her breath hitched, her eyes going wide as saucers.
    "That's right," he murmured, his hot breath fanning her ear and sending shivers through her. "It's big. And that's just the start, my lady. Just you fucking wait."
    The tip gave way to a thick, veined shaft that seemed to go on forever, like it had ambitions of touching the floor. Inch by glorious inch, it emerged, standing tall and commanding, until the entire length was revealed in all its intimidating glory.
    "O-oh dear."
    She whispered, clutching his hands tighter as if they were the only thing grounding her to reality. Her mind was doing gymnastics, trying and failing to comprehend the sheer size of the beast.
    "How's the instrument, my lady? To your liking?"
    He purred, his lips grazing her ear as his teeth gave her earlobe a playful nibble.
    Nadia couldn't tear her eyes away from the absolute beast between her legs. Her voice trembled as she stammered.
    "I-it's two¡­ no, three times bigger than the instrument I-I'm used to working with. Th-this¡­ I-I don't think it's going to fit..."
    Her words were shaky, but her gaze stayed glued to the cock in question¡ªthick, veined, and twitching like it had a mind of its own.
    And then it twitched up again, the tip brushing against her puffy, dripping pussy. The heat of it was like a lightning bolt straight to her core, and her knees buckled. Her pussy clenched, frustrated at its emptiness, practically screaming, Put it in, you bastard!
    "Oh, it'll fit, my lady. I fucking promise."
    As if to emphasize his words, his cock twitched again, this time smacking her soaked folds with just enough force to make her gasp.
    Another rush of heat shot through her, leaving her clinging to him for balance as her legs wobbled like a newborn deer.
    "Now," he said, his voice low and commanding, "let me get my instrument¡­ inside."
    His hand snaked down to her thigh, fingers strong and possessive as he gripped her soft flesh. In one smooth motion, he lifted her leg, spreading her wide open.
    Her breath hitched as she found herself completely exposed, her dripping pussy glistening in the dim light, practically begging for the monster below it.
    She didn't protest, though a startled yelp escaped her lips. Instead, she stared, wide-eyed, at the impending collision. His cock was so close¡ªan inch below her throbbing entrance, pulsating like it couldn't wait to wreck her in ways her little "instruments" never could.
    "Grab it," he commanded, his voice low and dripping with authority.
    Without a second thought, her hand wrapped around the beast. The intense heat, the sheer size, the pulsing veins¡ªit was like she was holding a weapon of mass destruction.
    Her fingers barely closed around it, and for a moment, she just stared, completely hypnotized. Fuck, this isn't a cock¡ªit's a goddamn life choice.
    "Now," he said, smirking at her dazed expression, "grind on it. Make the entrance nice and wet."
    Her body moved before her brain could catch up, the tip of his monster rubbing against her soaked entrance. The slick heat of her pussy and the raw power of his cock sent shockwaves up her spine. It was primal, filthy, and overwhelmingly good.
    "O-oh y-yes¡­ that's it," he groaned, his voice like a reward for her efforts. "That's fucking perfect. You're doing so good, my little slut."
    Her cheeks burned at his words, but the praise only spurred her on. Her dripping lips parted slightly, cradling the tip of his cock like it was custom-made for her.
    Each grind sent another spark of pleasure through her, and soon she was leaning back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as she savored the sensation.
    "Do you know how the old guards used to search a suspicious woman?"
    He suddenly asked, his voice breaking through her haze of lust.
    Her grinding faltered for a second.
    'What the fuck kind of question is that right now?'
    But because it was Artis, curiosity won over.
    "How?"
    She murmured, still rubbing herself on his cock, her voice breathy and dripping with need.
    He chuckled darkly.
    "First, they search your body¡ªreal thorough, I'm talking pat every-fucking-where thorough."
    He said, his voice laced with that wicked edge she both hated and loved.
    "And if they're still suspicious? Oh, they check your holes. All of them. And when that's not enough, they pull out their 'divine rods' and start probing. Every. Damn. Hole. Gotta make sure there's no poison stashed up there to assassinate a lord mid-fuckfest."
    Her face burned, a mix of intrigue and mortification.
    'Who the fuck even comes up with this stuff?'
    "And if they do find something suspicious," he continued smoothly, his right hand keeping her leg up like it was the most casual thing in the world, "then the guard dies. Boom. Poisoned. And, of course, the woman? She's executed immediately."
    His left hand joined the party, snaking around her stomach and holding her tightly against him. His cock twitched against her dripping pussy, clearly enjoying the ridiculous tale he was spinning.
    "Th-that's a terrible way to go for the guard¡­"
    She managed to stammer, her mind a whirlwind of embarrassment and arousal.
    "What do you mean?" he said, his tone mockingly incredulous. "The women they suspect are always the most drop-dead gorgeous ones. Just like the one I'm holding in my arms right now."
    Her breath hitched, and her face turned scarlet.
    "S-stop flattering me¡­"
    "It's not flattery, my lady," he purred into her ear, nipping lightly at her lobe. "It's fucking truth."
    Her pussy clenched involuntarily. Gods, he was insufferable¡ªand insanely hot. S§×arch* The novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'How the hell did I get into this?'
    "Sometimes, they're not even suspicious."
    He murmured, his lips brushing against her ear with a smirk.
    "They just want a taste of her before the lord gets his turn. But enough about guards¡ªnow, guide it to your entrance."

 Chapter 39 Mommy Dear?!

    Nadia's breath hitched as her trembling hand wrapped around the thick, veiny beast. Slowly, she brought it to her dripping pussy, the bulbous tip brushing her slick folds.Her legs wobbled like a baby deer, and she felt like she might just melt into a puddle right there.
    "Relax¡­ breathe, Nadia."
    He cooed, though his cock twitched impatiently, clearly not in the mood for patience.
    She tried¡ªfuck, she tried¡ªbut how was she supposed to relax with that about to ruin her? Her heart was racing, her body trembling, her¡ª
    Click.
    The sharp sound of a light switch flipping on snapped them both out of their lust-fueled haze. Light spilled through the thin shoji door from Juliana's room.
    "Oh, shit."
    Artis muttered, pulling back so fast she almost fell over. They both froze like naughty kids caught stealing cookies.
    A shadow appeared on the other side of the paper door.
    "It seems we'll have to stop your 'leakage' another time," he whispered in her ear, his voice dripping with amusement. "Go on, Nadia. Let's not give mom a front-row seat to this show."
    Her face burned as she scrambled to fix her gown, yanking it down in a panic.
    "Y-yeah¡­"
    He leaned back, giving her a devilish grin.
    "Good night, Nadia."
    "G-good night, Artis."
    She squeaked, bolting for her room just a few feet away.
    Her heart pounded like a drum, her face a fiery red, and her pussy¡ªfuck, her pussy was still throbbing and dripping like a broken faucet.
    She collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow, her entire body still aching for his touch.
    At the exact wrong moment, Juliana's shoji door slid open, and out stepped the woman herself, draped in a thin white robe that barely clung to her curves.
    "What was that sound¡ªngh~ A-Artis¡­"
    She stammered, her sleepy eyes locking onto him like a deer caught in headlights.
    Juliana had just woken up after her much-needed post-Artis workout nap. It wasn't her fault; the man had drained her dry earlier. She'd practically been put out of commission, her body aching in all the best ways.
    But now, here he was, standing at the end of the hall, his shirtless body glistening with sweat like he was auditioning for some kind of erotic warrior calendar.
    His muscles flexed and twitched with every move, catching the dim light just right. She swallowed hard as memories of him¡ªand his cock¡ªflooded her mind. Damn it, her thighs clenched reflexively, and she cursed her body for betraying her.
    "Wh-what are you doing standing there, Art?"
    "Oh, me?" he said, flashing that sly, panty-melting grin as he sauntered toward her. "Just exercising. Wanna join me?"
    Her brain short-circuited. Run? Stay? Swoon? All three? Her first instinct was to bolt back to her room, but her legs weren't cooperating.
    The way his predatory gaze roamed her, undressing her with each step, made her knees wobbly and her pussy throb like it had a heartbeat of its own.
    "A-at this hour? N-no. And I'm way too old for this kind of... exercise."
    Juliana stammered, clutching her pounding chest like it might explode. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis inched closer, his smirk widening.
    "Old? Mommy, babe, you're not old. And besides, the exercise I've got in mind will have you screaming like a wild banshee. You won't regret a single fucking second of it."
    "W-wha¡ª"
    Before she could finish her protest, Artis grabbed her hand and pulled her into him like she was some helpless maiden in one of those raunchy romance novels.
    She stumbled, her face smacking right into his rock-hard chest, which felt less like human skin and more like someone had chiseled it out of pure testosterone.
    "A-Artis¡­"
    She gasped, her breath hitching as his heat seeped into her. His arms snaked around her waist like he owned her, and her face ended up buried in the crook of his neck.
    "I just want a long hug, Jul. Is that too much to ask?"
    He murmured, his voice low and husky enough to make her knees wobble.
    "N-no, not at all."
    She stuttered, her brain short-circuiting. Obediently, she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his absurdly broad chest. It felt like hugging a furnace¡ªone that smelled unfairly good.
    Artis leaned in and inhaled deeply at her nape, making her shiver. "You smell fucking amazing, Jul. Did you take a bath?"
    "Y-yes, I¡­ I was too sweaty after... after your earlier... exercise."
    She blurted, her cheeks lighting up like a damn bonfire.
    "Oh, that was just a warm-up, Mommy. Barely a taste of what's to come."
    He said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as his hand wandered south, like a thief with no intention of stopping at the first treasure chest. His fingers slid between the plush mounds of her ass, rubbing her crack like he was trying to strike gold.
    "A-Art..."
    She stammered, her voice trembling somewhere between protest and surrender.
    "Shh, Mommy."
    He whispered, his tone so smooth it could butter toast.
    "Thank you for everything. You're an absolute gem. But you know what? I'm really looking forward to our next... exercise session."
    Before she could fully process the words, he tilted her chin up with a firm hand and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers.
    Her eyes widened in shock, but any protest died in her throat the moment his tongue slid past her lips, invading her mouth like it owned the place.
    Her toes curled so hard she thought they might cramp, her brain short-circuiting as his hand kept its steady, sinful massage.
    The kiss was deep, consuming, and downright scandalous¡ªless a romantic gesture and more a declaration of, Yeah, I'm in charge here.
    By the time he pulled away, leaving her lips swollen and tingling, she was gasping like she'd run a marathon.
    "Now..."
    He said, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip as if to wipe away any lingering resistance.
    "Be a good girl and go back to sleep, alright? You'll need the rest for what's coming next."
    And with that, he turned and walked off, leaving her standing there, dazed, flustered, and wetter than a rainstorm in July.

 Chapter 40 Martial Problems (1)

    Artis had returned to his room to cultivate after his session with Nadia, feeling like the world's most debauched energy sponge.This time, the yin energy practically flowed into him without protest, as if it was a Netflix subscription and he was the mooching relative.
    No excessive sweating, no groaning like he was auditioning for an infomercial about hard labor¡ªjust smooth absorption.
    Unfortunately, for all his effort, he didn't break through to the next level like before.
    But he could feel it brewing. His meridians were practically vibrating, brimming with enough qi to blast a fucking mountain into pebbles. The breakthrough was imminent, hanging over him like an unpaid tab.
    The next day, however, Artis got a summons from young master Jin, which instantly ruined his plans to laze around and cultivate.
    "What's the matter this time, brother-in-law?"
    "How the fuck should I know what goes on in that lordling's head?"
    Chen shot back, yanking at the undershirt of his guard uniform with all the grace of someone battling a straitjacket.
    "Aren't you his personal guard? You're supposed to know this shit."
    "Well, aren't you his sworn brother? Shouldn't you know better than me?"
    "...Touch¨¦."
    "...Thought so."
    Artis was lounging in Chen's room, already dressed and looking like the picture of smug indifference. Meanwhile, Chen was in the middle of what could only be described as a battle to the death with his guard uniform.
    His wife hadn't just banned him from their bedroom; she'd basically exiled him to second-class citizen status.
    The poor bastard couldn't even use the attached bathroom anymore. He had to shuffle to the common one like a peasant, dodging suspicious puddles and questionable odors. But Chen wasn't about to lash out at his wife¡ªoh no. He valued his life far too much for that.
    Instead, he channeled his frustration into a relentless tirade at his unfortunate outfit.
    "Fuck me sideways with a rusty spear! This goddamn thing doesn't fit anymore! Did they shrink the fabric, or did my shoulders suddenly got muscular?"
    He ranted, yanking down the hem of the under shirt like it owed him money.
    "I swear to the heavens, everything in my life is a fucking mess!"
    Artis, leaning casually against the table, didn't bother to hide his amusement.
    "Wow, brother-in-law, you're really bringing the enthusiasm this morning."
    Chen had frozen mid-motion, undershirt stuck awkwardly halfway down his back, arms in the air like he was some kind of human scarecrow.
    It was a look so hilariously pitiful that Artis burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, clutching his stomach as tears pricked the corners of his eyes.
    "Holy fuck, Chen! You look like a turkey about to be basted! Where's the stuffing?!"
    Chen yanked at the shirt with a growl, finally freeing his head, his hair sticking up like an unkempt mop. He fixed Artis with a death glare that could've curdled milk.
    "Yeah, laugh it up, you bastard! I am overly enthusiastic today. Wanna know why? Because of your fucking sister!"
    Artis's laughter stopped mid-snort, his eyebrow quirking in mild amusement.
    "Oh, this should be good. Do tell."
    Chen threw his arms up in sheer exasperation, pacing the room like a madman.
    "I haven't had a proper night's sleep in days! DAYS, Artis! I wake up every morning groggy, cranky, and on the verge of homicidal. Why? Because your precious sister has exiled me to the couch! Do you know what it's like to sleep on a couch that's so small my feet dangle off the edge like some oversized toddler?!"
    Artis opened his mouth to crack another joke, but something about Chen's crazed eyes and disheveled appearance made him stop. This wasn't just ranting¡ªthis was the unfiltered venting of a broken man.
    Chen continued, his voice rising with every word.
    "And does she tell me what I did wrong? Fuck no! She just glares at me like I ran over her cat and burned down her favorite tea house! I'm out here suffering like a damn monk, and for what?! For trying to be a good husband?! Where's the reward, huh?!"
    Artis leaned back against the wall, his smirk softening into something that almost resembled guilt. Almost. After all, he knew damn well why Nadia was mad at Chen, and it was entirely his fault.
    Artis clutched his chest, his face contorted in a fake sob as he sniffled dramatically.
    "Brother-in-law, this humble little brother didn't know things between you and my sister was this bad..."
    Chen rolled his eyes, waving him off.
    "Oh, shut the fuck up. I'm not blaming you, Artis. I'm blaming your dumbass sister, who¡ª"
    SLIDE. CRASH.
    The bathroom door slammed open and then shut with the kind of thunderous finality that screamed, "Shut your mouth or prepare to die."
    Chen froze mid-sentence, his words choking in his throat as he felt it¡ªthe unmistakable aura of doom radiating from behind him.
    Though he couldn't see her, every nerve in his body screamed that Nadia was standing there, dripping wet and ready to commit spousal homicide.
    Artis, the bastard, didn't even try to hide his amusement, leaning back on the table with a smirk so wide it was practically obscene.
    'Why the fuck am I scared of her?'
    Chen thought as he swallowed hard.
    'If anything, she should be afraid of me! I'm the man of the house!'
    Despite this inner pep talk, Chen found himself inching backward toward the bed like a man retreating from a ticking time bomb. His ass hit the edge of the mattress, and he quickly sat down, fumbling with his clothes.
    Get dressed. Get out. Deal with this shit later.
    That was his new mantra.
    Meanwhile, Nadia, wrapped in nothing but a towel and her own mortification, stood rooted to the spot. She'd been waiting for the two idiots to clear out so she could avoid the awkwardness of facing Artis after... well, last night. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    She had been stewing in the bathroom like a kettle about to blow its lid. She had no plans of facing either Artis or her husband, not after the absolute shitstorm of shame that was last night.
    But then, Chen's muffled voice broke through the door, and the words hit her like a slap across the face.

 Chapter 41 Martial Problems (2)

    'This motherfucking clown.'Nadia thought, her teeth grinding hard enough to crack porcelain.
    She crossed her arms, her wet hair dripping onto the tiled floor as she leaned closer to the door.
    And then she heard Artis's voice, all shaky and fake-apologetic, tossing out his "little brother" routine. The phrase made her heart sink and her rage bubble over at the same time.
    'My brother's apologizing to this sack of shit? Fucking unbelievable!'
    Nadia's blood pressure skyrocketed. She was torn between sadness that Artis was being made to feel guilty and fury at her husband for pulling the world's worst guilt-trip.
    But then, Chen had to go and push it further.
    "Your stupid sister¡ª"
    That was it. That was the final straw.
    The door slammed open like Zeus hurling a lightning bolt. She stepped into the room, dripping water and pure rage, her towel barely holding her modesty together.
    The air in the room changed instantly. Chen froze like a deer caught in headlights, his shirt half over his head. His gut instinct screamed, don't move or she'll attack.
    Nadia's eyes zeroed in on her husband, now shuffling backward toward the bed like a coward.
    'Hmpff! Look at this spineless bastard.' S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Nadia fumed internally, her glare drilling into Chen like she could set him on fire with sheer willpower.
    'What happened to all that drunk confidence, huh? Where's the man who had the audacity to call me stupid? Oh, right, he's sitting there like a whipped puppy who just pissed on the carpet.'
    She scoffed audibly, watching as Chen nervously fiddled with his sleeves, avoiding her gaze like his life depended on it¡ªwhich, frankly, it did.
    'Pathetic. Fucking pathetic. What did I even see in this loser? He can't even look me in the eyes, let alone defend himself. Gods, was I drunk too when I said yes to him? Must've been, because this... this is just sad.'
    Her irritation boiled hotter with every passing second, her lips twitching as if ready to unleash a tirade of words sharp enough to cut steel.
    But then, she whipped her head away, not wanting to waste another second glaring at her so-called husband.
    And that's when her eyes landed on him.
    Her little brother.
    The one man in the room she had desperately hoped to avoid. The one man who had been living rent-free in her head since a few days...
    And he was looking right at her.
    Those hawkish, knowing eyes locked onto hers with the kind of intensity that could undress her soul.
    He leaned casually against the table , like he owned the room¡ªor maybe the whole damn world. His lips quirked up in a faint smirk, like he knew every filthy thought running through her head right now.
    Her anger evaporated like a puddle in the desert sun, replaced by something far more dangerous. Heat pooled in her cheeks¡ªand lower.
    Her breath hitched, and she instinctively swallowed hard, as though that would do anything to keep her composure intact.
    'Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!'
    She screamed internally, feeling her knees wobble slightly.
    'Why the hell does he have to look at me like that? Like he's already won whatever this stupid game is!'
    Artis didn't move. He didn't have to. His gaze alone was doing all the work, leaving her a flustered, squirming mess.
    She clenched her fists, desperately trying to keep her expression neutral, but she was failing. Miserably.
    His eyes roamed down her body like a drunk pervert browsing a buffet table.
    First, they lingered on her lips, still glistening with droplets of water, as if she'd just sipped the fountain of "fuck me" itself.
    Then, his gaze slid down her neck, tracing the path of a bead of water that had the audacity to roll between her cleavage, where her bathrobe valiantly tried¡ªand failed¡ªto contain the majestic peaks of her bazoongas.
    The robe strained at the seams, clearly working overtime without hazard pay, while the rest of her body was practically gift-wrapped for a goddamn party.
    His eyes kept going, sliding down her thigh to where the robe ended, leaving just enough bare skin to make his thoughts nosedive into the gutter.
    Artis, in all his shameless glory, smacked his lips like he'd just seen the juiciest steak.
    Suddenly, he bolted toward her like a horny bull charging a red flag. Before Nadia could process what the fuck was happening, his body slammed into hers, and his arms locked around her like she was the last slice of cake at a buffet.
    "Sister! I didn't know you were dealing with this much marital trauma. Tell me, what has this dumbass brother-in-law of mine done to you?"
    His voice dripped with dramatic concern, but Nadia was too dazed by his sudden man-hug assault to even process his words. Her brain short-circuited for a moment, trying to piece together what just happened.
    Then, his question hit her like a slap.
    The fuck was he even asking? He knew what the problem was. Why the hell was he playing dumb now? But then, a thought popped into her brain.
    'Ohhhh, maybe he's trying to give Chen a subtle hint. You know, like a wink-wink-nudge-nudge situation, without spilling the beans. That must be it. He's protecting me and our little... activities.'
    Of course, the truth was much simpler: Artis just loved messing with people. But Nadia's horny, overly dramatic brain decided to take the scenic route to conclusions.
    'Hmpf! Like hell I'll help Chen figure this out. Let the dumb bastard work for it!'
    With that, she stood there, arms crossed, pretending to ponder the depths of her "martial issues," while internally giving herself a high-five for her genius plan to stay silent.
    "You should ask your fucking brother-in-law about the matter. You're not getting shit from my mouth," Nadia snapped, shoving Artis away with all the indignation of a queen whose throne had been stolen.
    She strutted toward the full-body mirror, her bathrobe swishing like she was on a goddamn runway. But before she could bask in her reflection, Artis struck.
    With the precision of a man with zero fucks left to give, his hand delivered a playful slap to her ass, the sound echoing like a gavel in a courtroom.
    "Yelp!"
    Nadia spun around, her glare sharp enough to shave diamonds, but Artis leaned in, his lips brushing close to her ear.
    "Be prepared, I'll be stuffing that leakage real soon."
    Her eyes widened, her breath hitched, and for a split second, she was a deer in horny headlights. Then, in a panic, she scurried to the mirror, pretending to adjust her robe while internally combusting.
    Meanwhile, Chen, oblivious to the chaos brewing behind him, wrestled his undershirt on like it owed him money. Finally dressed in his guard uniform, he turned to Artis, scowling.
    "Come on, brother-in-law. I don't have time for your dumbass antics. Let's get to the palace. At least there, I'll have some fucking dignity."
    Artis smirked, clearly having no intention of leaving anyone with their dignity intact.

 Chapter 42 Family meeting?

    Artis and Chen marched into the palace like two idiots who'd just realized they were the butt of the joke.The meeting hall was packed with the A-team of judgment: the Patriarch, Matriarch, the Young Lady, Young Master Jin, and the walking embodiment of cholesterol, Grand Elder Pliney.
    The atmosphere was thicker than Pliney's thighs after an all-you-can-eat buffet.
    Chen, proving he was the undisputed king of spineless moves, immediately bowed so low he could've licked the floor, then scuttled over to Jin like a whipped dog.
    He left Artis standing alone, center stage, like a dumbass who'd accidentally signed up for a comedy roast but forgot his jokes.
    'Stupid fucker!'
    Artis thought, trying not to glare at Chen's retreating back.
    'I'll fuck your wife so hard she'll start calling me young master, just wait.'
    All eyes were on Artis now, glaring holes through him. None more so than Fatty Pliney, whose smirk was the kind of thing that made you want to test if chairs could actually support a flying kick to the face.
    'Oh, you think you're cute, don't you, you doughy sack of shit?'
    Artis fumed.
    'One day, that fat head of yours will be mine...'
    He paused, blinking as the double meaning hit him.
    'No, no, not that head! Fuck! I mean the one on your neck! Wait¡ªshit¡ªokay, the head that'll roll on the floor after I slice it off. Goddammit.' sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The sheer absurdity of his mental rant relaxed him a little. Artis straightened up, letting his smirk creep back onto his face as he finally took stock of the self-righteous jury sitting above him.
    As always, the Patriarch sat on his high throne, exuding authority and smugness like a rooster that owned the henhouse. His flowing robes practically screamed, "Bow before me, peasants!"
    Below him, on a slightly smaller but no less regal throne, sat the Matriarch, wrapped in a pristine white robe that covered her curvaceous body like a chastity seal.
    She looked like a former MILF queen of sin who'd taken a vow of purity after a divine intervention¡ªor at least a particularly awkward confessional. And that thought made Artis sigh with profound disappointment.
    'Damn shame to hide such grade-A assets behind all that fabric.'
    He mused, shaking his head slightly.
    'It's a crime against nature. She's probably still jumpy after that little incident with the guard... but seriously, let the world see those juicy melons in their full glory.'
    Still, there was no concealing the way her crossed legs highlighted those thick, sculpted thighs. They were practically begging for a worshipper.
    Artis' fingers twitched.
    'What I wouldn't give to run my hands along those thighs, squeeze them, maybe even¡ª'
    He quickly redirected his gaze to her face, if only to stop his brain from spiraling further into horny madness.
    Thankfully, her face wasn't hidden. She was as pale as the robe she wore, like a goddess carved from the finest porcelain. Her plump red lips were the kind you'd dream about biting, her almond-shaped eyes framed by lashes longer than his self-control, and her nose, perfectly petite, tied it all together.
    'A masterpiece. Face of an angel, body of a demon, and sweet pussy of a¡ªdammit, focus.'
    Then it happened. Her lips curved ever so slightly into a smile. A dangerous, knowing smile. His heart skipped several beats as his eyes snapped to hers.
    Her gaze locked with his, like a hunter pinning down its prey.
    'Shit. She knows.'
    Artis quickly shifted his gaze from the Matriarch to the two brats seated beside their parents, a stark contrast of elegance and chaos.
    Jin sat there, draped in his blue-green robes with his perfectly styled black hair, exuding all the fake charm of a polished prince. His signature smirk, the kind that screamed "I'm better than you and I know it," was plastered on his face.
    'I swear, one day I'll wipe that smirk off with my fist. Maybe both fists. Hell, maybe even my foot.'
    Then his eyes reluctantly shifted to the infamous brat of the family, Julin. If Jin was a polished jewel, Julin was the flame-throwing wildfire threatening to melt it.
    She had inherited her mother's killer body but paired it with the unhinged chaos of her brother.
    Her red-and-black one-piece dress wasn't so much an outfit as a declaration of war on modesty. The slit on her upper thigh showed off enough skin to make seasoned courtiers choke on their tea, and her big, bouncy melons were practically screaming, "Pay attention to me!"
    'Damn. Someone put this bitch in her mother's robes. At least those kept things classy.'
    He thought, his eyes lingering a bit longer than was respectable.
    'But credit where it's due, she's got a pair worth noticing. Not as divine as her mother's, but definitely premium grade. If she were my step sister, I'd¡ª'
    Artis cut himself off with a sharp mental slap.
    'Nope, stop that thought right there. Crazy bitches aren't worth the trouble.'
    He risked a glance at her face and instantly regretted it. Julin's wild eyes were already locked onto him, filled with a mix of mischief and the unmistakable spark of I'll make your life hell for fun.
    'Shit. She's been watching me this whole time. Nope, not making eye contact with that psychopath.'
    Artis's gaze quickly dropped from Julin's wild eyes to her lap, where a sleek black cat lay curled up, its emerald eyes staring at him with unnerving intensity.
    The damn thing didn't blink, didn't shift¡ªjust locked its soulless little laser beams on him like it knew every questionable thought he'd ever had.
    He frowned, his discomfort growing as he noticed the faint burnt patches on its otherwise glossy fur. The cat looked like it had narrowly escaped a barbecue.
    'Is this her spiritual beast? What was its name again? Rae? Yeah, that's it. Figures she'd pick the creepiest, most psychotic animal as her sidekick. I know it's not just a regular furball, though¡ªpretty sure it's got some crazy powers. Shame I fucking died before the novel explained what it could actually do. Typical.'
    Artis made a mental note to keep an eye on the feline from hell. Spiritual animals were usually quirky, but this one gave him the distinct impression it wouldn't hesitate to claw his face off if Julin so much as whispered the command.
    Shaking off the cat's unsettling stare, his eyes shifted to the man standing at the far end of the raised platform.
    The sight nearly made him chuckle out loud. The dude was a walking miracle¡ªif walking was even the right word for the waddle he was doing.
    Grand Elder Pliney. The human embodiment of indulgence. A mountain of fat somehow squeezed into formal robes, standing there smirking like he was the Emperor of Pies.
    'Oh, great. Here comes the smug bastard.'
    Artis scowled internally.
    'He's probably already convinced I'm the mastermind behind the Matriarch's "peeping" incident. Like I'd be dumb enough to leave a trail. Still, that smirk is pissing me off. One day, Pliney, I'm gonna roll you down a hill and watch you pick up speed.'
    Pliney's smirk deepened as if he could read Artis's thoughts, his double chin quivering with silent amusement.
    Artis clenched his fists, half-wondering if throwing a loaf of bread at him would make the fat bastard flinch.
    The Patriarch, seated on his high throne, was just beginning his grand speech, his deep and regal voice commanding the attention of the entire hall.
    "I assume you are trying to find out why you were summoned he¡ª"
    But before he could finish, a shrill voice cut through the tension like a rusty blade.
    "What did you rightfully take from the inventory, Junior Brother?"
    Julin squawked, her high-pitched tone managing to sound both accusatory and insufferable at the same time.
    The room went dead silent.
    "¡­"
    "¡­ ¡­"
    "¡­ ¡­ ¡­"
    Artis's brain short-circuited for a second. She really had the audacity to cut off the Patriarch¡ªthe Patriarch¡ªto ask that dumbass question?
    'Oh, fuck me sideways with a rusty spear.'
    Artis fought the urge to facepalm so hard that his hand twitched.
    'All this dramatic tension, the regal air, and she just turns it into a bad comedy skit. Fucking fabulous. Why the hell did I even bother pretending this was going to be serious?'
    He shifted his gaze to Julin, whose face was plastered with a grin so unhinged it looked ripped straight from the "villainess loses her shit" section of a trashy drama. The kind of smile that screamed punch me louder than a drunk gambler demanding a rematch.
    'This bitch really thinks she's the main character, doesn't she?'
    Meanwhile, the Patriarch's face turned a slow, seething shade of red, a combination of rage and sheer embarrassment.
    He coughed awkwardly, trying to regain his composure, but it was like watching a lion slip on a banana peel and then pretend it didn't happen.
    'Oh, fuck, this is gonna be a long day, isn't it?'
    Artis thought, already mentally checking out of the situation. He could feel his brain slowly slithering out of his skull and making a run for it.
    Our dear protagonist was already out.

 Chapter 43 Shushing the Stupid Brat!

    "Let's focus on the real matter now, Julin. Anything other than that is not¡ª""But Father!"
    Julin's voice shot up again, like nails on a chalkboard dipped in shrill.
    "Aren't you curious about what someone took from the inventory after such a long time? Wouldn't you wanna know what Junior Brother has claimed from the timeless artifacts?"
    And just like that, for the second time in as many minutes, she had the gall to interrupt the Patriarch.
    The fucking Patriarch. The head honcho.
    The man who could, with a flick of his wrist, turn her into a footnote in family history. But no, here she was, clucking away like a rooster in heat.
    Artis, standing awkwardly in the middle of the hall, clenched his fists behind his back.
    'This fucking bitch.'
    He cursed internally, his jaw tightening as he resisted the urge to slap the smug off her face.
    The Patriarch's smile reappeared¡ªstrained and thin, the kind of smile you'd wear when trying not to throttle your own child in front of witnesses.
    His eyes, however, told a different story, practically screaming, Oh my god, why didn't I practice better pull-out techniques?
    "It doesn't matter," he said, his voice dangerously calm, each word as sharp as a blade. "What matters is that he earned it. If you earn the right of passage, then of course, you too can claim one of the artifacts, and no one will question it. So until that time comes, focus on the matters at hand."
    The room seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief at the sheer authority in his tone, as if the Patriarch had just swatted Julin's bullshit out of the air like a particularly annoying fly.
    Artis had to admire the man's patience. Clearly, this wasn't the first time he'd dealt with his daughter's incessant interruptions, and judging by his face, it wouldn't be the last.
    'Honestly, if I'd been spoiled like her, I'd probably be twice the pain in the ass she is.' He smirked. 'But at least I wouldn't have that voice.'
    "Well, Father¡ª"
    "Patriarch. You will address me as Patriarch in this room."
    This time, it was the Patriarch who wielded the interruption like a sword, slicing clean through Julin's bullshit with a tone that could turn water to wine¡ªor wine back to vinegar.
    Artis's lips curled into a slow, devilish grin, the kind of grin that said, Get her, Patriarch. Put the spoiled brat in her place. He practically wanted to pump his fist in the air.
    'Yes, my Patriarch. Shove her arrogance down her throat.'
    But then, something changed. Julin's smile shifted, morphing from her usual mischievous, I-own-the-world smirk into something... darker. A knowing smile. A smile that practically oozed, Oh, you think you've got me? Cute.
    She turned her head slowly toward her father, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and menace. And in that fleeting moment, Artis swore he saw the Patriarch flinch. It wasn't obvious¡ªjust a tiny flicker in his stoic demeanor. But it was there.
    'Wait, did he just flinch? No, no, maybe I imagined it. Did I?' sea??h th§× N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Yes, my Patriarch," Julin purred, her voice dripping with fake humility. "Forgive this fool and please, continue."
    Then, like a cobra that had finished playing with its prey, she turned her attention back to Artis. Her eyes locked onto him, gleaming with a predatory intensity that made his skin crawl.
    Artis felt the hair on the back of his neck rise.
    'Oh, there's definitely something fishy here. Maybe she's got dirt on him. Maybe she's blackmailing him. Maybe... Oh fuck, what if she's got real dirt¡ªlike some scandal that would bring the whole family down?'
    He kept his gaze neutral, but his thoughts were racing.
    'Whatever it is, I need to stay out of this shitstorm. Crazy bitch with a killer body and blackmail material? No thanks. I've already got enough problems.'
    Artis adjusted his stance, trying to seem nonchalant, though his insides were screaming, Just don't make eye contact with her again. Ever.
    "As I was saying," the Patriarch began, his voice as smooth and commanding as ever, "we have an issue. Well, not so much an issue, more of an... opportunity. Have you heard about the Golden Ginseng of the Lost Kingdom?"
    Artis nodded slowly, keeping his expression neutral, though internally, his thoughts were all over the place.
    'Oh, I've heard of it, alright. The damn thing is the plot catalyst. How can I not know? It's the shiny carrot the author dangled in front of the protagonist to kick off the "head-chopping villains" arc.'
    He kept nodding, buying time as he processed. The Golden Ginseng wasn't just a legendary treasure; it was the reason the hero of this story was already en route to this very kingdom with his ragtag band of overpowered companions.
    That was the current story arc. Meanwhile, Artis knew exactly how things were supposed to play out after his untimely demise:
    Jin swooping in to NTR him, followed by his family playing the sobbing victims and begging the protagonist for help. Cue dramatic speeches, some righteous fury, and voil¨¤¡ªanother arc in the bag.
    'So, that's how it was supposed to go, huh? Stupid author. But damn, I can't even be mad. The way he tied all that shit together was... seamless. Respect where it's due, I guess.'
    Artis gave a mock applause in his mind, though his feelings about said author were as tangled as a drunkard's attempt at a cultivation mantra.
    'On one hand, fuck that guy for shoving me into this mess over a dumb comment. Like, seriously, who does that?...that too for a fucking comment...'
    'But on the other hand¡­ holy shit, I'm living the dream. Killer women, insane cultivation potential, and a chance to rewrite the script however I want? Yeah, I'll take that gamble. Thanks, dickhead.'
    He smirked to himself. This wasn't the life he'd signed up for, but damn if he wasn't going to milk every opportunity like a horny dairy farmer.

 Chapter 44 Mommy Daughter Massage Session

    "Yes, I'm familiar with it. It's from that myth, right? The lone Golden Ginseng from the lost kingdom that pops up when some mysterious conditions are met?"Artis's tone was as confident as a drunk gambler betting his rent money.
    "That's correct. And do you happen to know what those conditions are?"
    The Patriarch asked, his regal tone carrying just a hint of let's-see-if-this-moron-can-keep-up.
    "I don't know about that..."
    Which was true. Artis didn't have the mental bandwidth to recall every single detail from the novel, especially since his original memory of the plot was fuzzier than a peach.
    But he did remember the conditions were met when protagonist formed his squad of badasses, particularly when they snagged the Elven princess.
    'Ah, the Elven princess...'
    The mere thought of her description from the book had his little dragons doing backflips. Perfect curves, ethereal beauty, and a voice that could probably convince a monk to give up celibacy. Damn. He took a deep breath, reigning in his excitement.
    'Not now, boys. Soon, though. Soon...'
    "We don't know the exact conditions either," the Patriarch admitted. "But whatever they are, they've been met. A massive surge of potent qi energy has gathered just outside the kingdom."
    "So... you summoned us to go grab this ginseng?"
    Artis asked, his voice practically vibrating with excitement.
    The realization hit him like a jolt of pleasure straight to the spine.
    'Holy shit, I'm being officially added to a story arc. Like, a proper fucking plotline!'
    It hadn't even been a week since he'd been unceremoniously dumped into this world, and now he was being handed a starring role on a golden platter.
    He could already feel the imaginary spotlight shining on him, the dramatic music swelling in the background.
    'Finally, some action!'
    "Pfft... Don't get ahead of yourself, boy. The energy disturbance hasn't even been confirmed as the Ginseng."
    Pliney butted in, his tone dripping with condescension.
    "It's just rumors for now. And even if it were the Ginseng, it's in a no-man's zone filled with death traps, beasts, and other horrors. Every kingdom, sect, and their grandma will send their top warriors and elders.
    "Even the Imperial Palace will throw in their guards and soldiers. This isn't some fairy tale where you get to waltz in and claim it."
    Pliney's chins jiggled slightly as he talked, and Artis had to resist the urge to smack that smug look off his pudgy face.
    "And yet," Pliney continued, sneering at Artis, "I can't understand why the Patriarch would choose to send you. As if we don't have better options than some wet-behind-the-ears brat."
    Artis's eye twitched. Oh, how he dreamed of seeing Pliney take a tumble down a set of stairs, bouncing all the way to the gates of hell.
    'One day, Fatty. One day, you'll be rolling like a meatball straight into the abyss.'
    But instead of voicing that delightful mental image, Artis smirked and shot back,
    "Maybe, Grand Elder, it's because I have a knack for sniffing out trouble¡ªa skill you've clearly perfected in creating."
    The jab landed beautifully, earning a few chuckles from the room and a loud, belly-shaking laugh from Jin. Pliney's face turned beet red, his features contorted in anger.
    "You¡ª"
    "Enough, Pliney. We don't have time for your fat mouth right now."
    The Patriarch's voice cut through the air, slamming Pliney into silence faster than Artis could dream of slapping that smug grin off his face. He turned to Artis, focusing on him like a laser.
    "You're right on that part, but we aren't going in blind. I've already sent scouts to confirm if the Ginseng is really there. If the rumors are true, then you'll be tagging along with our army. Your job? Get the Ginseng. Got it?"
    Artis blinked. Him? The guy who had the worst cultivation base in this whole damn sect¡ªhe was going to be the one to grab the Ginseng?
    He had no idea why the hell he was picked, but honestly, he didn't care. He was just happy to be on the team.
    'Maybe, being the world's shittiest advisor to Jin had some perks after all.'
    Artis thought, a sly grin spreading across his face.
    "Go on, and get ready," the Patriarch continued, his voice even more commanding now. "The expedition might start tomorrow, next week, or next month, but be ready to jump the moment you're summoned."
    Artis nodded, pretending to look all serious, but on the inside, he was already imagining himself swaggering through the battlefield, Ginseng in hand, like some hero out of a cheap action flick.
    "Understood," he said, giving a deep, overly dramatic bow.
    He was definitely going to milk this for all it was worth.
    ...
    Artis quickly stormed out of the palace, leaving Chen behind like an afterthought¡ªno goodbye, no "Hey, fucker, I'm out," just a straight-up exit. He was too pumped to care.
    When he got home, it was already past noon. His dad was probably off somewhere drunk as a skunk, just as usual.
    His mood was sour as hell from the palace drama, but the moment his eyes landed on the scene before him, the storm clouds in his brain parted like magic.
    Nadia was sprawled on the couch like a goddess in a cheap robe, the top half sliding off her shoulders just enough to reveal creamy skin and a teasing glimpse of cleavage.
    Juliana was behind her, rubbing her shoulders with all the focus of someone kneading dough for a divine feast. S~ea??h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis froze in the doorway, his foul mood dissolving faster than his father's sobriety. A slow grin spread across his face, wicked thoughts flooding his mind faster than he could count them.
    'Holy fuck, today just got real interesting.'
    He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching as Nadia let out a soft moan under Juliana's touch. The sound sent a jolt straight to his cock.
    "Ladies," he drawled, his voice slick with amusement, "is this a private show, or can I join in?"

 Chapter 45 Mommy and the Daughter (1)

    "Oh, little Art! Why did they summon you?"Juliana squealed, clapping her hands like she'd just seen her favorite boy band walk into the room. Meanwhile, Nadia blushed so hard you'd think her face was trying to outdo a ripe tomato.
    She darted her eyes away, pretending to be uninterested in the devilishly handsome step-brother who just strutted in like he owned the damn place.
    "Ah, what can I say, Mommy?"
    Artis said, his voice dripping with smugness as he flipped his hair like a shampoo commercial diva.
    "They need me for everything. This time, it's some mythical artifact or some bullshit. Somewhere dangerous, somewhere dramatic. You know, the usual hero stuff."
    He took a step forward, each stride oozing confidence, and both women froze like deer caught in the headlights of his swagger.
    Their hearts were pounding so loudly it was practically a drum solo. Nadia swallowed nervously, her breath quickening like she'd just run a marathon¡ªexcept the only thing running was her imagination.
    "I mean, really," he continued, smirking. "First I save the Matriarch's pride, and now I'm the chosen one for this artifact quest? It's honestly tragic there isn't anyone else as capable as me. Right, Mommy? sister?"
    Nadia could barely breathe as he got closer, his aura practically suffocating her in the best possible way. Then, as if he hadn't already stolen the show, he casually slid behind her.
    His hands came down to rest on top of Juliana's which were already on Nadia's shoulder, giving them a light squeeze that sent a jolt of electricity through the room.
    Nadia couldn't hold it in¡ªshe let out a soft, involuntary moan, her face now competing with a cherry for the "reddest thing alive" title.
    "Tr-true," Juliana stammered, her smile wide but her cheeks pink. "My little Art is so talented now, huh?"
    Artis, the smug bastard, just grinned and leaned in closer, practically pressing his body against hers like he was staking his claim.
    "Don't you wanna see my real talent?"
    Artis whispered, his voice dripping with so much seduction it might as well have been honey.
    His hands squeezed tighter over Juliana's, forcing her fingers to dig into Nadia's shoulders.
    Nadia, caught in the crossfire of this little game, closed her eyes and let out a soft, involuntary sigh that sounded dangerously close to something you'd hear through thin walls at midnight.
    "W-what more ta-talents does my little Art have to show his Mommy?"
    Juliana stammered, her voice shaking like a leaf in a horny hurricane. She was starting to feel hotter than a furnace on overdrive.
    "A lot, Mommy," Artis said, leaning in so close his breath tickled her ear. "A lot. For example... pounding."
    He let the word hang in the air like a bomb about to go off. Juliana's eyes widened, and the slutty sparkle in her gaze practically screamed, Say more, you sinful bastard.
    "...Doughs... Pounding doughs to make delicious cakes. That's a talent."
    Juliana's chest rose and fell, her breathing shallow as Artis took his sweet time savoring the moment.
    His gaze slowly dipped to her chest, where her robe had started to betray her. Two very prominent tents had pitched themselves on her breasts, her nipples so hard they were practically screaming, We're here, boys!
    "And don't forget," Artis added, his voice a low rumble, "milking. A particularly voluptuous cow that needs to be milked..."
    Juliana's blush deepened as she followed his gaze, realizing exactly where he was looking. Her legs wobbled slightly, and Nadia? Poor Nadia was practically vibrating under all the sexual tension suffocating the room.
    "Very thoroughly."
    Artis whispered, stepping behind Juliana like a predator circling his prey. He removed one hand from hers, only to place it back a moment later, now guiding her hands in slow, deliberate strokes over Nadia's shoulders.
    The up-and-down motion sent a shiver through both women, their breaths shaky, their bodies practically screaming for more.
    "And not leaving... a single drop."
    Artis finished, his grin widening as he felt their trembling reactions.
    Mastering pressure points from the divine scripture was proving to be Artis's most perverted stroke of genius yet.
    Not only was he pleasuring Nadia by expertly manipulating Juliana's hands, but he was also subtly teasing Juliana herself through her own damn fingers.
    Double the trouble, double the fun. But Artis? Oh no, he wasn't stopping there¡ªhell no. He was a man on a mission.
    With the audacity of a goddamn rockstar, he began to grind against Juliana's ass, the soft swell of her cheeks pressing deliciously against him.
    To top it off, he leaned in and placed a slow, deliberate kiss on her nape, his lips brushing her skin like a sinful promise.
    "Wo-wouldn't that hurt the poor cow...?"
    Juliana's voice wobbled, the thin veneer of innocence cracking under the weight of how utterly dirty this situation was. She knew exactly what "milking" meant, and she was down bad, neck-deep in the gutter with him.
    "Nah. I know my way. I've got the knack. I know exactly where it hurts¡ªand where it doesn't."
    Another kiss. Another grind. Juliana's knees were ready to give out, but Artis wasn't finished.
    He grabbed her hands again, lifting them up to Nadia's ear. Juliana's trembling fingers began to caress Nadia's earlobes, and Nadia squirmed, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
    "More than that, why are you massaging sister all of a sudden? Something wrong with her? Or are you just feeling generous today?"
    "I-it's just..."
    Juliana's voice cracked, a poor attempt at holding it together as the fire between them burned hotter.
    "Her shoulders are... uh... nghh... her shoulders are sour..."
    Her words were a mess, half-formed excuses barely holding up under the weight of what was happening.
    She was trying so damn hard not to let out a full-on moan, knowing full well it would blow their cover.
    Meanwhile, Nadia was squirming under their combined assault, her flushed face buried in her hands as she tried to process the absolute circus of debauchery unfolding behind her.
    "Oh, I know why her shoulders hurt!"
    Artis declared with the enthusiasm of a man who was about to make things worse in the best way possible.
    The sultry tone in his voice sent an unintentional shockwave through both women, and they let out soft, breathy moans.
    "But I do believe massaging the source could cure this. Don't you think, Mommy?"
    "Y-yes... massaging the source¡ªnngh~ mwahh~"
    Juliana stammered, her brain clearly short-circuiting as she turned her flushed face toward him.
    It was all the opening Artis needed. Like a fox spotting an unattended henhouse, he dove in, capturing her lips with a cocky confidence that made Juliana melt faster than butter on a summer's day.
    'Oh my god! He just¡ªoohhh, god save me...'
    Juliana's thoughts spiraled into chaos as Artis's tongue launched a full-scale invasion of her mouth, twirling and teasing like it was conducting a private symphony. S§×ar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Her eyes fluttered shut, and a soft moan escaped her lips, her body betraying every ounce of decorum she once had.
    'Heh, this is gonna be good. Let's see just how far I can take this. A live show between a mommy and her daughter? Oh, hell yes. Popcorn's missing, but this'll do.'
    His hand, still guiding Juliana's, began its slow descent. From Nadia's ears, where it lingered teasingly, down to her nape in a movement so languid it felt sinful.
    'Slow and steady.'
    Artis thought, the wicked grin on his lips growing wider.
    The hands didn't stop at the nape, though. No, Artis had plans. Big, naughty, utterly irredeemable plans.
    As they slid further down, grazing Nadia's shoulders, the tension in the air thickened, making the room feel like it was about to combust.
    Nadia shivered under their touch, her breaths hitching, and her lips parted slightly, as though she were on the verge of begging for... something.
    'Time to massage the source.'
    Artis thought with the enthusiasm of a man about to commit a sin he'd absolutely enjoy.
    With the ladies already floating on clouds of pleasure-induced distraction, Artis gently guided Juliana's hands, slipping them right into the warm sanctuary of Nadia's robes like a thief in the night.
    Bingo.
    As Juliana's fingers brushed against the soft, plump perfection beneath, Artis grinned like a devil at the gates of heaven.
    'Yep, perfect. Nadia must be in a state of bliss right now. Not just her. Damn, these massage techniques should be illegal.'
    But then something magical¡ªor downright sinful¡ªhappened. Juliana didn't need any more encouragement.
    Her hands, like they had a will of their own, began exploring, sliding down and settling firmly over Nadia's generous, bountiful pillows.
    The warmth, the softness¡ªit was addictive, and Juliana, deep in her pleasure-dazed stupor, didn't even consider what she was fondling. It just felt right.
    Meanwhile, Nadia, completely unaware of her mother's hands-on approach, arched her back, thrusting her girls further into Juliana's eager palms.
    The subtle stimulation sent electric shivers through her, making her whimper softly.
    "Mhhmwahhhh"
    The moans were rising in volume, overlapping like some kind of twisted choir of depravity. The sound of lips pressing, hands groping, and soft sighs filled the room.
    'Time to milk the cow.'

 Chapter 46 Mommy and the Daughter (2)

    'Time to milk the cow.'Artis's grin widened as he loosened the tie on Juliana's robe, letting it fall open just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of her heaving assets.
    He slipped his hands onto her soft, inviting breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze.
    To his delight, Juliana's hands began mimicking his movements on Nadia like she was some sort of pleasure-driven puppet.
    'Well, I'll be damned.'
    He thought, stifling a chuckle.
    '"The Art of Mirroring" actually works. Who knew that one throwaway line in the Dual Cultivation Scripture wasn't just some bullshit filler for horny monks?'
    The scripture had promised that with enough skill, one could synchronize actions with their "partner," making them mimic your movements perfectly.
    Its combat applications were supposedly legendary¡ªlike tricking an enemy into stabbing themselves. But Artis? Oh, he had loftier goals.
    'Fuck swordplay; I'm out here revolutionizing foreplay.'
    As he gave Juliana's ample breasts a firm squeeze, her hands mirrored his actions on Nadia's equally generous pillows.
    When he flicked her nipple between his fingers, Juliana's hands dutifully followed suit, pinching Nadia's hardened peaks with the same deliberate precision.
    Nadia's reaction was immediate¡ªa sharp gasp followed by a shaky moan that sent shivers down Artis's spine.
    "Ohhh~ A-ahhh, m-more¡­"
    'More? Sweetheart, you don't even know the half of it.'
    Juliana, caught in the throes of the technique, didn't seem to realize what she was doing¡ªor if she did, she sure as hell wasn't stopping.
    Her hands worked over Nadia's sensitive mounds with a fervor that even Artis had to respect.
    'If only the old pervert who wrote that scripture could see me now. Forget combat tactics; this is peak cultivation.'
    He gave Juliana another playful squeeze, reveling in the chain reaction it triggered.
    Nadia moaned louder, her body arching instinctively into Juliana's touch, while Juliana herself let out a soft whimper from his expert ministrations.
    "Oh~ ohhh~"
    "Oh, yes. Ohh. Nghh."
    The room was a symphony of moans and gasps, each sound fanning the flames of Artis's mischief.
    His cock, stiff as a damn flagpole, poked against Juliana's backside, and he couldn't resist grinding against her ever so slightly as his tongue explored her mouth like it was charting unclaimed territory.
    Juliana's muffled whimpers only egged him on, especially when he gave her nipple a sharp tug that made her gasp into his mouth.
    At the same time, her own hands were busy tormenting Nadia, who was trapped in her own world of heaving breaths and flushed skin.
    Juliana's fingers pinched and teased Nadia's stiff nipples, making the poor woman arch her back and moan like a goddess summoning a storm.
    Nadia bucked her hips wildly, her head slipping over the edge of the couch, her gasping mouth practically begging for something¡ªanything.
    Artis's devilish grin widened as a plan hatched in his dirty little mind.
    Oh, this is too fucking good.
    Juliana's swaying breasts, heavy and tempting, hung mere inches above her daughter's open mouth.
    Her eyes were still squeezed shut, lost in the haze of sensation. It was like fate itself was begging him to make the most of the opportunity.
    Without a word, Artis placed a firm hand on Juliana's back and gave her a gentle shove forward. Her balance shifted, and her soft, perfect tits descended right into Nadia's parted lips.
    'Time to eat the meal, sister. I wonder what would happen?'
    Even though Nadia felt something heavy plopped on her face, it was like being smothered by the world's softest fucking pillow¡ªonly this pillow was warm, alive, and had a nipple practically screaming for attention.
    Against all logic and reason, her instincts took over. Like a baby discovering the wonders of boobs for the first time, her lips closed around the stiff little nub, and she sucked. S~ea??h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Aaaaah~!"
    Juliana let out a scream so loud it could have woken the dead¡ªor at least earned a very concerned knock from the neighbors.
    The shock of wet heat on her ultra-sensitive nipple sent a jolt of electricity straight through her spine.
    Meanwhile, Nadia, apparently channeling her inner expert in nipple worship, didn't just stop at sucking.
    Oh no, she had to go full fucking gourmet on it¡ªswirling her tongue around the peak, nibbling just enough to make Juliana gasp and tremble.
    Juliana's knees decided they were done with this shit and threatened to give out completely. The only thing keeping her upright was Artis, whose hands had a death grip on her bouncing boobs.
    'Fuck this is so hot!'
    Artis grinned.
    He was a multitasking fucking god.
    One hand was busy kneading Juliana's free boob like he was trying to sculpt a masterpiece, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss so deep it might as well have been soul-stealing.
    Meanwhile, Juliana, wobbling like a newborn fawn, still managed to keep her hands under Nadia's robe, squeezing and pinching nipples with the kind of desperation only sheer lust could summon.
    And poor Nadia¡ªwell, poor lucky Nadia¡ªremained pinned to the couch, her mommy practically using her like a living pleasure toy.
    Not that she was complaining. Oh no, her mouth had turned into a weapon of mass seduction, devouring Juliana's nipple like it was her last fucking meal.
    The room was nothing but moans, gasps, and the wet, sinful sounds of flesh against flesh. Nobody had time to think¡ªhell, thinking was for losers anyway¡ªbecause they were all swept up in this hurricane of unholy bliss.
    Artis, ever the opportunist, let his free hand wander down to Juliana's tit currently being worshipped by Nadia.
    With a grin that screamed "devilish bastard," he began to squeeze it, slow and deliberate, like he was milking a damn cow.
    His fingers worked from the top of her soft mound all the way down, coaxing every ounce of sweet, sinful milk out of her.
    'Holy fuck! This is too good. Fucking perfect.'
    Juliana moaned into his mouth, her body trembling as her robe clung to her soaked skin, wet with sweat, arousal, and her own damn milk.
    Nadia, utterly dazed, continued her relentless assault, her tongue swirling and teasing, her moans vibrating through Juliana's oversensitive nipple.
    Artis's gaze drifted lower, his grin widening as his fingers grazed the drenched fabric of Juliana's robe.
    'Looks like somebody's ready to cultivate.'

 Chapter 47 Mommy and the Daughter (3)

    Artis was on a fucking mission. Dropping to his knees like he was worshiping at the altar of debauchery, he grabbed Juliana's hips and yanked her back.The sudden movement sent her tits practically smothering Nadia's face, her nipple now firmly planted in her mouth like it was dessert.
    Meanwhile, Artis spread her legs wide, her pliant body offering zero resistance.
    It was almost comical how Juliana seemed halfway aware of what was happening¡ªher moans suggesting bliss, but her glazed-over eyes saying, What the fuck just happened to me?
    When he hiked up her robe, his cock twitched at the sight before him¡ªa drenched pussy glistening in the dim light, looking like it had been waiting for him all damn day.
    'Holy fuck! This bitch is wetter than a goddamn tsunami. And meanwhile, the one up there is busy chugging mom's milk like a perverted baby. What a fucking family reunion.'
    Without wasting a second, he latched his lips onto her folds, sucking hard like he was trying to drink the world's sweetest nectar.
    Her juices coated his tongue, and the taste was nothing short of intoxicating.
    "Ahhhh~!"
    He was practically giddy, his mouth glued to Juliana's dripping pussy like it was the fountain of eternal fucking youth.
    The moment her juices hit his tongue, her whole body jerked, and he felt the ripple effect roll out like a goddamn chain reaction.
    Juliana, overwhelmed by the sensation, instinctively twisted both of Nadia's nipples as if she were fine-tuning a car radio, causing Nadia to let out a muffled moan and clamp down harder on Juliana's boob with her teeth.
    The absurdity wasn't lost on him.
    "Holy shit, I'm conducting a freakin' human Rube Goldberg machine of lust."
    Artis thought, trying not to laugh with his mouth still full.
    But then it hit him¡ªa fucking eureka moment.
    'Wait a minute...'
    'If I twist her nipple, it starts a domino effect. That means more moans, more bites, and, oh fuck yeah, more pussy juice for me. It's like I'm cranking the handle on some filthy slot machine, and it keeps spitting out jackpots!'
    With that epiphany, Artis decided to go all in. He reached up, grabbed Juliana's free boob like it was the prize on a claw machine, and gave her nipple a deliberate, wicked twist.
    The result? Glorious chaos.
    Juliana squealed, her whole body trembling as she reflexively twisted Nadia's nipples like a DJ scratching a record.
    Nadia groaned into Juliana's tit, her bite getting firmer, her tongue swirling faster like she was trying to draw milk straight from the source.
    Juliana couldn't take it¡ªher legs buckled, and a fresh wave of slick heat flowed right into Artis's eagerly awaiting mouth.
    'Fuck me sideways, this is better than I could've dreamed!'
    Artis grinned against her folds, savoring every last drop. The taste? Pure heaven¡ªlike someone had mixed the finest honey with the most expensive wine and poured it straight from her pussy.
    'This is a fucking cycle.'
    He thought with pride, giving her nipple another twist for good measure, already craving the next cascade of pleasure.
    He couldn't stop grinning like a man who'd just discovered the cheat code to immortality.
    He had created a fucking manual yin energy generator, and the on-switch? A pair of nipples. No batteries required, just a steady twist-and-squeeze motion, and voil¨¤¡ªunlimited juice.
    'I'm a goddamn genius.'
    He thought smugly, giving Juliana's nipple one last gentle tug for good measure.
    "Ahhhhhhh~"
    Her moan was music to his ears, but the real prize was the flood of energy coursing through his body.
    His stomach felt like it was about to burst with raw power, and he could already picture himself breaking through to the next level.
    'Hell yeah, keep the milk coming. Daddy's about to level up!'
    For the next half hour, Artis got to work, twisting, milking, and drinking Juliana dry like she was a spigot of divine nectar.
    She came so many times her body was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, and when her legs finally gave out, she collapsed into his face with a defeated thud.
    Her pale, flushed face was the picture of exhaustion, her boobs resting heavily on Nadia like a pair of plush pillows. S~ea??h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "N-no more... Plwease... I cand..."
    Her words slurred, barely coherent, as she panted like a marathon runner who'd just crossed the finish line. The poor woman looked utterly spent¡ªred-faced, sweaty, and completely fucked out. Literally.
    'Fifteen times. Damn, I should get a medal for this shit.'
    Artis thought proudly, lifting her limp form off of Nadia.
    "Alright, time to let this yin generator take a nap."
    He muttered, adjusting Juliana in his arms like a sack of potatoes. His eyes darted to Nadia, who was lying there with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, her nipples still perky and begging for attention.
    "And now," Artis said with a wicked grin, "it's time to milk the next one."
    Juliana had barely closed her eyes before Artis bolted back to the living room like a horny predator on a mission.
    He tucked her into bed with all the care of a man hurrying to get back to his main course. Why? Because the iron was still fucking hot, and Nadia was practically begging to be hammered.
    Rounding the couch, Artis was greeted by a sight that nearly made his cock rip through his pants like it had a mind of its own.
    There Nadia lay, sprawled out like a sacrificial lamb, her legs wide apart, robe untied and soaked, revealing those luscious hand-shaped marks Juliana had left on her breasts.
    Her nipples were swollen, practically begging for attention, and the rise and fall of her chest screamed she was barely holding it together.
    Her head lolled back over the couch, lips parted as she gasped for air like she'd just run a marathon.
    One eye cracked open, and when their gazes locked, she immediately recognized the devil crouching in front of her with a smirk that screamed, "You're next."
    "Wh-what... hufff... were you... pufff... thinking? Mo...mom could've... aah, hufff... found us¡­ pufff... like this¡­ fondling my breasts... huff... in the fucking living room!"
    Her attempt at chastising him was nothing short of adorable, especially since she couldn't even catch her breath to finish her sentence.
    Every word was broken up by gasps, her face flushed as though her entire body was betraying her outrage.
    Artis's grin widened, his head tilting as if to say,
    "Who do you think fondled your breasts?"

 Chapter 48 Cultivating the pure yin energy!

    "Who do you think fondled your breasts?"He asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.
    "Umm¡­what?"
    Nadia blinked, her brain short-circuiting for a moment.
    That question was bizarre enough to send her spiraling. Who did fondle her breasts? Obviously, it was him¡ªright? There wasn't a parade of horny ghosts haunting this place. But wait...
    Her mind took a sharp detour down memory lane.
    The massage. That shoulder massage was definitely Juliana's doing. She could recall the feel of her mother's hands now¡ªgentle, firm, but nothing like the calloused fingers of the devil currently grinning at her.
    And yet¡­when the chaos began, she had lost all sense of reason.
    "It-it can't be¡­" she whispered, horror dawning on her.
    Her throat went dry as the mental puzzle pieces snapped together like a sadistic jigsaw.
    "What's the matter, sis?" he asked, tilting his head with a mock-innocent smile. "Why do you look like someone stole your panties? Wasn't the massage good? Mom's hands are magic, aren't they?"
    Her cheeks burned so fiercely it was a wonder she didn't combust.
    "You absolute bastard! Why didn't you stop her?!" Sear?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Stop her?" he replied, feigning confusion. "Why would I ruin your bonding moment? Besides¡­" He smirked wickedly. "You were moaning like a¡ª"
    "Finish that sentence, and I'll strangle you with my bra!"
    She then thought about the strange sensation that had lingered on her lips earlier. The soft, warm texture, the odd rhythm¡ªit was like she'd been¡­suckling on something.
    Her mind froze.
    "Don't tell me¡­"
    The horrifying realization slowly creeped in, painting her entire face a shade of crimson so deep it could rival a setting sun. Her breathing quickened as flashes of the night came flooding back.
    "That can't be¡ªEek! Aah~ Fuck¡ªS-slowly!~"
    Nadia's protests dissolved into a symphony of moans as Artis, with all the finesse of a man who knew his way around trouble, firmly grabbed her legs, spreading them apart like a book he couldn't wait to read.
    Her robe fell open, revealing the glistening prize beneath, and Artis wasted no time plunging in like a man starved.
    "Mwahhhh~"
    "Nghhh~"
    Her moans hit the air like music, the kind that should've been illegal but wasn't because nobody sane would ever complain.
    Nadia's toes curled so hard it looked like she was trying to pick something up off the floor, and her back arched like a bowstring ready to snap.
    'Oh yeah, you're gonna sing me a whole goddamn opera tonight.'
    Artis thought with a devilish grin, his tongue working like a man on a mission to extract every drop of nectar.
    He wasn't just eating; he was feasting, diving in like a gourmet chef tackling a Michelin-starred dessert. Nadia's thighs quivered, her body shivering under his relentless assault.
    "Holy shit, you're wetter than a damn monsoon."
    He muttered between licks, the vibrations of his voice making her squirm even more.
    "Artisssss¡ªahhh! I-I can't¡ªoh fuck, I'm¡ª!"
    But Artis wasn't stopping. Oh no, tonight he was determined to turn her into a goddamn fountain, and judging by the way her hips bucked and her cries echoed off the walls, he was well on his way.
    For the next half-hour, Artis worked Nadia like a virtuoso with a lusty concerto, drawing every last ounce of her sweet, addictive nectar.
    She came again and again¡ªtwelve times, to be precise¡ªeach climax leaving her more of a trembling, gasping mess than the last.
    Artis, ever the opportunist, siphoned all that pure yin energy like a thirsty traveler at an oasis, storing it in his core for future exploits.
    By the end, Nadia was an overstimulated puddle of satisfaction, her body twitching with aftershocks and her breath ragged. Artis surveyed his work with pride, like an artist admiring a finished masterpiece.
    "Drained dry."
    He muttered with a smirk, wiping his lips like he'd just finished the world's most indulgent buffet.
    He scooped up the limp, overly sensitive woman in his arms with surprising tenderness, her eyes fluttering as she teetered on the edge of consciousness.
    "You're a real trooper, Nadia. Next time, make it 15, okay."
    He whispered, his voice dripping with amusement as he carried her to her bed.
    Just like Juliana earlier, Nadia was tucked in with care, her face blissful and flushed as she slipped into the deepest, most satisfied sleep of her life.
    Artis, ever the gentleman (at least in his own mind), gave her a playful pat on the head before leaving the room.
    "Another job well done and its time to reap the rewards."
    He mused to himself as he strolled out, his energy reserves now brimming with yin power.
    ...
    He closed his room door with a click and flopped onto his bed like a sack of potatoes.
    'Time to cultivate.'
    With a groan, he began to sit in the lotus position, mentally prepping for meditation when his eyes snagged on the window. It was open. Again.
    That damn window. It was always open. He vividly remembered shutting it after the last "cat incident"¡ªa memory he could do without reliving. And yet, there it was, flapping in the breeze like it owned the place.
    "Ah, fuck, is somebody sneaking in here?"
    He muttered, raking a hand through his hair.
    "I mean, seriously, what is there to even steal? My stash of noodles? My dignity? Oh wait, that's long gone."
    Reluctantly, he heaved himself up, his movements slower than a drunk turtle. With every step toward the window, he sighed dramatically, the kind of sigh that said, I hate life, but here I am existing anyway.
    Finally, he slammed the window shut and double-checked the latch for good measure.
    "There. Stay closed, you ungrateful little shit."
    As he climbed back to his bed, he paused, a sudden thought freezing him mid-sigh.
    'Oh god, if there's someone outside¡­ I hope it's a girl. Otherwise¡­'
    He shuddered, his mind conjuring up horrifying scenarios of a burly man breaking in, dripping sweat and ill intent.
    "Nope, nope, nope," he muttered, shaking his head violently. "Not doing it. Not gonna do it. If it's a dude, I'm yeeting myself out of this house."
    Finally, he sat back on his bed, crossing his arms in determination.
    "I'm just here to cultivate in peace, damn it. Is that too much to ask?"
    He opened his robe with all the drama of a romance novel cover model, letting it slide off his shoulders and revealing his naked, sweat-slick chest.
    He looked down at himself and gave an appreciative nod, like a chef inspecting a perfectly roasted duck.
    "Yeah," he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Time to cultivate."
    Sliding into a cross-legged position on the bed, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his thoughts drift.
    Almost immediately, he felt it¡ªthe golden energy. It wasn't just there; it was smeared all over his body like honey on toast.
    His hands glowed faintly, the energy pooling in his fingertips. Then there was the warm, concentrated sensation around his crotch. But the most intense, pulsating energy was in his stomach.
    That was the vault where all his pure yin energy was stored¡ªlike a mystical bank account, but instead of coins, it was a swirling cocktail of power and mystery.
    Slowly, the energy began to flow outward, spreading through his muscles, bones, and even the places he didn't think needed energy, like his left pinky toe.
    Hours passed as the process continued, the yin energy weaving through him like a tailor crafting a divine suit.
    When he finally opened his eyes the next morning, the glow in them wasn't just noticeable¡ªit was practically screaming, Look at me! I'm goddamn unstoppable!

 Chapter 49 Breakthrough and Heartbreak

    Core Formation, first stage. Boom. Just like that. He'd fucking leapt over Qi Gathering fifth stage like it was a drunk uncle at a family reunion, breaking straight into the big leagues.Artis grinned, flexing his fingers like he'd just pulled off the heist of the century.
    "All thanks to my hard work."
    He muttered with a smirk, sitting cross-legged on his bed, glowing with power and not a hint of shame.
    "Draining both women dry... Yeah, that probably did it. Yin energy galore, baby!"
    He chuckled. But then a thought hit him harder than a slap from an angry matriarch.
    "Wait a second. Why the fuck does it feel like the juice is getting... weaker? Is it because I'm milking the same cows too often?"
    He scratched his chin, staring out of the 'open' window where dawn's first light began creeping in.
    "Huh. Maybe it's time to broaden the... uh, herd. For science, of course."
    The sun peeked into his room, but Artis wasn't tired. If anything, he felt more alive than ever. Power coursed through his veins like he'd just snorted pure qi.
    Core Formation, baby. He let out a self-satisfied laugh, hands behind his head.
    "But...I've got to get to the bottom of this shit."
    He muttered, pacing his room like a madman with an impending deadline.
    "I can't just stop here. Fucking hell, it's a golden opportunity! Breaking through minor stages takes years, and I just speed-ran through a major one like I had cheat codes. There's no way I'm letting that go to waste."
    His gaze landed on the dual cultivation scripture lying innocently on the table, its pages glinting in the morning light like it knew something he didn't.
    "That dusty little fucker better have my answer and I need to prep for forming a real core... Shit's about to get serious. More strength. More control. And¡ªmore action."
    Artis flopped onto his bed and started flipping through the pages, his face scrunched in intense concentration. For once, he wasn't thinking about boobs or someone moaning his name¡ªthis was business time.
    What he didn't notice, though, was a pair of glowing emerald eyes peeking through the open window, watching him with the kind of curiosity usually reserved for predators sizing up their next meal.
    ...
    While Artis buried himself in the scripture like a horny monk on a quest for enlightenment, chaos brewed elsewhere.
    In a dimly lit room, a young woman paced furiously, her flimsy nightie clinging to her body as if it were in on the scandal.
    Her face burned hotter than a cauldron, and the way she gnawed on her thumb made it look like she was trying to devour her own hand.
    "C-can I do that? Fuck, can I even do that?"
    She stammered, her voice tinged with panic and... something else. Each thought sent an electric shiver racing down her spine, pooling right where it shouldn't.
    "Shit! Shit! What the fuck is wrong with me?!"
    Her pacing grew erratic, the hem of her nightie threatening to expose more than she realized. Every time she thought of last night, her mind betrayed her, painting vivid, filthy pictures she wished she could unsee. Except¡­ she really didn't.
    Her nipples tightened, traitorous little soldiers rising at attention. "Oh, for fuck's sake! What did he do to me?! And Mom¡­ poor Mom¡­"
    Her voice cracked as her mind conjured the forbidden memory in high definition.
    Juliana's hands¡ªthose soft, skilled hands¡ªhad slid down, inch by inch, like they were mapping uncharted territory. Then came the moment: fingers teasing, thumbs circling her hardened peaks, and a sinful pressure that made her legs quiver just thinking about it.
    "Fuck! What the actual hell?!"
    She groaned, burying her face in her hands. But the more she tried to shake the memory, the more it replayed, like her brain was rubbing salt¡ªand maybe something else¡ªinto her mental wounds.
    "N-no... I-I have to focus."
    She whispered, her voice trembling like a virgin on their wedding night. Determined, she gave her cheeks a few light slaps, though it felt more like a flirtatious pat than any real punishment.
    She wanted to be strong, but every time she tried, the memory of last night came back like a drunk ex who wouldn't leave her doorstep.
    Her fingers drifted to her lips, and she let out a shaky sigh.
    'These lips had suckled Mom's breasts like a starving calf in a dairy farm.'
    The memory made her thighs clench involuntarily.
    "Fuck... stop. Stop! Think of something else! Kittens! Taxes! That time I walked in on Artis naked¡ªANYTHING!"
    She slapped her face harder this time, the sting snapping her back to reality, though now her cheeks were as red as the marks Jul's hands had left on her. Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Yes, that's it. He's gone too far! That manipulative bastard seduced me¡ªhe turned me into... this!"
    She gestured vaguely at her own disheveled body, her nipples still traitorously hard under her flimsy nightie.
    "But last night..."
    Her voice wavered, and she swallowed hard, her mind flashing back to every sinful detail.
    'Last night was the line, and he didn't just cross it¡ªhe fucking pole-vaulted over it.'
    "I can't keep doing this. I'm in too deep¡­ and not in the fun way."
    With one final, dramatic inhale, she clenched her fists.
    "I will confront him. This ends now. No more tits in my face, no more sultry whispers, no more... uh... tongue gymnastics!"
    Her face burned hotter than the sun, but with newfound resolve¡ªand an ass that jiggled a little with every step¡ªshe stormed out of her room like a woman on a mission. A very horny, very confused, but very determined mission.
    ...
    Meanwhile, in a dusty corner of the kingdom, a rickety ox cart screeched to a stop, spilling out its passengers one by one like a drunk tavern brawl gone mobile....
    It wasn't just some group of people stumbling out of the cart¡ªno, this was the main event. The headliner. The kind of thing that made the world stop and listen, at least for Axel as he was reading.

 Chapter 50 The Big Dawgs!

    Meanwhile, in a dusty corner of the kingdom, a rickety ox cart screeched to a stop, spilling out its passengers one by one like a drunk tavern brawl gone mobile.First, a pale and petite priestess gingerly stepped down, her delicate frame moving like a feather trying not to offend the breeze.
    She looked so frail you'd think a sneeze would knock her straight into her next reincarnation.
    Behind her came a hulking mass of testosterone, muscles, and misplaced enthusiasm: Sir Galore. His skin gleamed like polished mahogany, his grin stretched from ear to ear, and his fists clenched like he was about to uppercut the planet.
    "Fresh kingdom, fresh foes! Someone's getting their ass kicked today," he boomed, flexing unnecessarily because of course he did.
    The priestess sighed, her soft voice barely louder than a kitten's meow.
    "Sir Galore, please refrain from causing trouble. We are here to verify rumors, not... uh... collect heads like last time."
    She clasped her hands together, clearly praying for patience or possibly for divine intervention.
    "Yeah, yeah, sure."
    Galore muttered, already cracking his neck like a man auditioning for a brawl in the middle of a tea party.
    But the gleam in his eyes said it all: this man was one insult away from turning the town square into his personal WWE ring.
    "Move it, knucklehead!"
    A sharp, annoyed voice snapped from inside the cart. Before Galore could process the insult, a leather-clad boot shot out like a cannonball, connecting with his overconfident ass.
    The sheer force launched him into the air like a sack of overly muscled potatoes.
    "Ahhhh!"
    Galore's manly groan echoed as he crash-landed several meters away in a less-than-dignified heap.
    The priestess slapped her forehead, muttering something that might've been a prayer or possibly the ancient language for why the fuck am I here?
    Out of the cart stepped the culprit: a tall, sharp-eyed woman with curves sharper than her tongue and a permanent scowl that could curdle milk.
    She brushed her black leather gloves and surveyed the scene with the satisfaction of a cat who'd just knocked over a vase.
    "Gods, how do you even fit all that dumb into one body?"
    She sneered at Galore, who was still groaning on the ground like a wounded bear.
    "Next time, don't block the fucking exit. Some of us have things to do, you oversized meathead."
    "Why do you always have to do this, Lady Daphne?"
    Aria's soft voice wobbled like a child trying to scold a lion, clutching her chest as if the stress was physically compressing her already frail existence.
    Daphne, her smirk sharper than a dagger dipped in sass, flicked her black-and-white tail. Her matching cat ears twitched as she turned, the picture of feline arrogance.
    "Because, sweet Aria, men like Galore deserve it. Blocking my way and daring to breathe in my presence? A crime against femininity. And don't even get me started on how his eyes practically suction-cup to boobs like he's dying of thirst. You're lucky I only kicked him this time."
    "But¡­ Sir Galore did no such thing!"
    Aria protested, clutching her pearl-like innocence¡ªor maybe her frail dignity. The moment she saw the walking slab of muscle groaning on the ground, she scampered to him like a mother hen, her hands glowing with healing magic.
    "Yada, yada."
    Daphne waved her off, jamming a finger into her ear like Aria's protests were literal static.
    "You're cute, Aria, but you're also painfully na?ve."
    "You bitch!"
    Galore roared as he shot up, brushing off Aria's healing hands so hard she toppled over like a twig in a storm.
    "I swear, one day, I'm gonna wipe that smug-ass grin right off your pretty little face!"
    Daphne didn't even bother turning around, her hips swaying as she strolled away.
    "Sure, big guy. Maybe in your next life. Oh wait¡ªnope, not even then. You'll probably respawn as a dumbass ox who gets kicked around again."
    Her voice dripped with mockery, and her tail flicked with an almost hypnotic rhythm.
    "Dream big, though!"
    She added with a wink over her shoulder, clearly enjoying the vein bulging in Galore's forehead like it was her personal comedy show.
    Galore stomped his foot, his booming voice echoing across the area.
    "Get back here, you damn cat bitch!"
    But Daphne? She didn't even break stride, already taking in the new surroundings like she was the queen of the fucking world.
    "It hasn't even been half an hour, and you guys are already at each other's throats? Honestly, what should I do with you hopeless misfits, my dear princess?"
    The voice drifted out from inside the cart, smooth as silk dipped in honey and laced with enough charm to make every woman in a ten-mile radius contemplate throwing themselves at him.
    It was the kind of voice that made panties spontaneously combust and left lesser men like Artis grinding their teeth so hard they could chew diamonds.
    And then he jumped down, the golden bastard himself, landing with all the drama of a celestial hero descending from heaven.
    His armor gleamed like he'd never seen a single speck of dirt in his entire life. Every piece screamed perfection, as if the gods themselves took time off their divine schedules to polish it.
    His fiery red hair cascaded in waves like a shampoo commercial come to life, his piercing blue eyes sparkled like a summer sky, and his pale skin glowed like he bathed exclusively in moonlight.
    The man was, objectively, a walking thirst trap.
    "Let's just get this over with, Sir Rainer."
    came a voice so angelic it could make a choir sound like drunken cats in comparison. It was calm yet commanding, the kind of tone that could lead armies or shatter hearts.
    Rainer extended his hand into the cart, and a soft, otherworldly hand landed in his, so delicate and graceful it made his golden armor seem like scrap metal in comparison.
    The woman emerged slowly, like a goddess descending from the heavens, her flowing dress catching the wind dramatically¡ªas if the breeze itself had fallen in love with her.
    The rest of the team stared like a pack of horny schoolboys seeing their first porno.
    Galore's jaw hit the ground, Daphne's tail stood stiff as a broom, and poor Aria just clutched her rosary tighter like it was the only thing keeping her from spontaneously combusting.
    She was, to put it bluntly, a fucking masterpiece. Her golden blonde hair spilled down her back in silken waves that could probably cure baldness just by existing.
    Her porcelain skin looked so smooth you'd swear she'd been dipped in moonlight. And her bright green eyes? They didn't just hold secrets of the universe¡ªthey probably owned the copyright.
    Then there were the pointy ears, the final touch that screamed, Yeah, I'm better than you. She wasn't just royalty; she was the main event. A living, breathing advertisement for perfection with a healthy side of unattainable fantasy.
    "Your Majesty."
    Rainer greeted her, bowing with just the right amount of reverence to make everyone else feel like they weren't bowing low enough.
    The rest of the group scrambled to follow suit.
    "Enough with the greetings." S~ea??h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The princess said, her smile dazzling enough to make Rainer's armor seem dull in comparison. She waved her hand gracefully, but her emerald eyes burned with a fiery determination that could probably set mountains ablaze.
    "We have a mission, and there's no time to waste. We're here to save my mother. If the rumors about this Eastern continent medicine are true, then I can finally heal her."

 Chapter 51 Confronting Little Brother Gone Wrong! (1)

    Knock. Knock.Artis's head snapped toward the door, his ears perking up like a horny hound catching a scent. No tiredness clung to him as he got up, his steps practically bouncing with the kind of vigor only someone on a post-breakthrough high could muster.
    In his mind, he was already crafting scenarios. Maybe it was Juliana, bringing more of her mommy-energy vibes for him to "borrow." Or Nadia, strong but silently screaming "take me now!" Either way, his cock practically saluted in anticipation.
    Slide.
    The door creaked open, and Artis's lips curled into a wolfish grin at the sight before him. Standing outside, bathed in the golden hues of dawn, was none other than Nadia herself, looking less like a guest and more like a walking wet dream.
    She wasn't wearing much, just a plain, see-through nightie that clung to her body like it had a personal vendetta against modesty.
    The hem flirted with her thighs, teasingly short, and the sheer fabric did fuck-all to hide the bountiful treasures beneath. Her ample tits swayed gently with every breath, nipples poking through like they were begging for attention.
    The deep V-cut of the nightie exposed her cleavage all the way down to a tantalizing sliver of her toned stomach.
    And, of course, the pi¨¨ce de r¨¦sistance: a silk golden panty that barely covered her puffy pussy, leaving just enough to imagination while loudly screaming "booty call!"
    Artis's eyes drank in the sight like a man dying of thirst.
    'Oh, she's come for it.'
    He thought, his grin widening into something downright predatory.
    Maybe it was the nightie. Maybe it was the way her eyes darted nervously to the side while her fingers toyed with the hem of her outfit. Or maybe it was the unmistakable "fuck me" energy radiating off her.
    Whatever it was, Artis knew this wasn't just a polite morning visit.
    'It's time...Time to give her what she wants... and get exactly what I deserve.'
    Nadia's breath hitched as her heartbeat went from zero to rock concert in the blink of an eye.
    'Oh fuck, look at the way he's eating me alive with his eyes¡­ it's¡­ it's fucking sinful!'
    Her legs wobbled like they were made of overcooked noodles, and she suddenly found it hard to keep her balance.
    Her entire body felt like it was on fire as her cheeks turned the color of a ripe tomato.
    She tried to look anywhere but at Artis's face, but his smirk was practically gravitational, pulling her gaze back in every time.
    'Why the hell does he look at me like that?! Is it the dress? Oh God, it's definitely the dress!'
    She glanced down at herself and instantly regretted it.
    The sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination, and the sight of her own exposed cleavage bouncing with her nervous movements only added fuel to the fire raging in her mind. She clenched her thighs together instinctively, trying to steady herself.
    "Uhm¡­ Th-there's somethi¡ª"
    Before she could finish even a single coherent thought, Artis took one decisive step forward, grabbed her arm, and yanked her into the room.
    "W-wait, let me¡ª MMPHH~!"
    Her protests were cut off as his lips crashed into hers, smothering whatever semblance of resolve she had left.
    'Holy shit¡­ he's¡­ he's fucking delicious!'
    Nadia's mind spiraled into chaos as Artis pressed her against him, one hand sliding down her back with purpose while the other gripped her waist like he was staking his claim.
    Her ample chest smashed against his, and the hard points of her nipples poked through the flimsy nightie, rubbing against him with every movement.
    Artis's thoughts weren't faring much better.
    'Fuck¡­ these lips¡­ I need more of her. I'm gonna fucking drown in this woman.'
    His grip tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers while his free hand slid dangerously lower, making it abundantly clear that this "confrontation" was going to end very differently than Nadia had planned. S§×ar?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Her mind was a battlefield of guilt and uncontrollable pleasure, but her body? That bitch had already waved the white flag.
    The moment his manly scent hit her nose¡ªsome devilish mix of raw musk and bad decisions¡ªher lips betrayed her entirely, parting to meet his with the kind of enthusiasm that made her want to punch herself.
    'No! I came here to yell at him, not to fucking suck face! Shit¡­ oh fuck¡­'
    But it was already too late. Her traitorous tongue darted out, meeting his in a sloppy, wet dance that sent fireworks exploding behind her eyelids.
    Each stroke of his tongue felt like it was erasing a few more brain cells, leaving her helplessly drowning in the kiss.
    Meanwhile, Artis's hands were putting in overtime. One hand slid boldly up to her chest, palming her breasts like they were treasure he'd been searching for his whole life.
    His thumb flicked her hard nipple through the thin nightie, earning him a full-body shiver that made her knees nearly buckle.
    'Oh my fucking God, this is so dirty¡­ and so goddamn good.'
    His lips moved from hers to her neck, where he sucked and nibbled on her sweet spot like he was marking territory.
    "No! S-sto¡ªahhh~ Ngg~"
    Her protest died in a moan so loud it practically echoed. Her neck arched on instinct, giving him even better access as his lips worked magic that had her toes curling.
    Every pull of his mouth on her sensitive skin sent sparks of electricity straight to the pit of her stomach, and her attempts to push him away were pitiful at best.
    Instead of shoving him, her hands clutched at his back, fingers digging in as she pulled him closer.
    'Why the fuck does this feel so good?! What kind of demon is this man?!'
    Her mind was screaming for her to stop, but her body had other plans¡ªand those plans involved riding this sinful rollercoaster all the way to the end... unless, of course, if she have the will power to stop this sinful demon...

 Chapter 52 Confronting Little Brother Gone Wrong! (2)

    Artis didn't waste a second, diving in like her tits were the buffet at a feast he hadn't eaten in weeks.His hands yanked her nightie's neckline down, freeing her massive, pillowy breasts, which bounced gloriously in the air before his mouth latched onto her nipple like a starving man devouring dessert.
    "Aaaahhh~"
    Nadia's moan shot through the room, loud enough to make the walls blush if they had ears.
    Artis's teeth grazed her sensitive bud, tugging it playfully as his tongue swirled around. Her knees buckled, and she clung to him like her life¡ªor what was left of her self-control¡ªdepended on it.
    'Fuck¡­ this is so¡­ no, no! Get a grip, Nadia, you're not here to get manhandled!'
    But her thoughts weren't doing jack shit against the tidal wave of pleasure. Her trembling legs were jelly, her hips subtly rocking as if begging for more without her permission.
    Meanwhile, Artis wasn't exactly holding back. His dick was straining against his robes, throbbing with pent-up frustration that practically screamed, "Release me!"
    He grunted low, his teeth tugging on her nipple before switching to the other breast, giving it equal attention.
    "Ahhhhn~"
    Her moan vibrated through him, spurring him on like gasoline thrown on a fire.
    His hands were everywhere¡ªkneading, grabbing, and groping her ass like he was trying to sculpt the perfect masterpiece. His fingers sank into her soft flesh, squeezing and massaging her cheeks until she bucked against him.
    'Oh, fuck, this is bad¡­ this is so bad. I have to stop him¡­ I should stop¡­ but it feels so fucking good!'
    Artis growled softly against her chest, his hot breath tickling her skin. He leaned back for a moment, giving her a smug, predatory grin as his hands slid up to the straps of her nightie.
    And then¡ªrip.
    The delicate fabric gave way like it was practically begging to surrender. Her tits spilled out completely, full and bouncing, practically glowing with the attention they were getting.
    Artis looked at them like a man who'd just uncovered treasure, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
    "Perfect."
    Nadia, meanwhile, was a mess of red-faced embarrassment and betrayal from her own body.
    'What the fuck, boobs?! Why are you enjoying this?!'
    "Wait! Don't...Mmwa~"
    His lips crashed onto hers like a freight train with no brakes, silencing her half-hearted protests as his tongue claimed her mouth.
    His hands roamed like a treasure hunter mapping out every curve, every softness, as if her body was his undiscovered continent.
    "Mmmf¡ªnngh~"
    Nadia's mind was screaming no, but her traitorous hips had other ideas, grinding instinctively against the growing, rock-hard bulge pressing into her.
    Every rub sent sparks shooting up her spine, and her body practically screamed, "Fuck it! Just let him!"
    "I want you," Artis growled, his voice like molten lava pouring straight into her ears.
    "W-wait¡ªnngh!"
    "Stop talking."
    He cut her off with a predatory smirk, gripping her wrist and twisting her effortlessly until her chest was pressed flush against the wall.
    The thin remains of her nightie got caught on her arm, but he didn't seem to care as his hands found her waist and yanked her back, her ass perfectly arched and presented to him like a sinful invitation.
    "You've been teasing me for too fucking long. Enough games, Nadia. Your body's been begging for me, and I'm done waiting."
    "B-but I¡­ I came here to¡ªohhhhnn~"
    She tried to retort, but her words dissolved into a moan when his hands slid up her stomach, cupping her bare breasts and kneading them like they were dough for the feast he was about to devour.
    Her nipples, already hard and aching, rolled under his palms, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
    'Oh fuck, oh fuck¡­ I was here to end this, not let him pin me to the fucking wall! But¡­ shit, I want this¡­'
    He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered,
    "You want me just as much as I want you, don't you?"
    Before she could muster another excuse, his mouth found her neck, nibbling and sucking like he was marking her as his.
    His hips pressed forward, grinding his thick, hard cock against her soft ass, and the friction sent her spiraling further into the depths of her desire.
    "Ahhh~ Stop¡ªoh god¡ªdon't stop!"
    Her hands, now gripping the wall for dear life, betrayed her as she pushed her ass back against him, her body shamelessly begging for more. Every grope, every grind, every kiss blurred her resolve, leaving only raw, unfiltered need. sea??h th§× n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis smirked, his hands sliding down to her hips as he chuckled low.
    "That's more like it."
    His voice was a deep, lust-filled growl as he pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear.
    "I've had enough waiting. If you've got something to say, keep it for later, babe."
    Before Nadia could stammer out a reply, his mouth captured hers, and all coherent thought flew out the window.
    His hands roamed down her trembling body, slipping beneath the thin waistband of her soaked panties to find her dripping, needy slit.
    Her mind screamed a weak protest, but her traitorous body arched into his touch like a cat begging for more.
    'I could stop this¡­ I could push him away¡­ but fuck, why does it feel so damn good? Is it because he treats me like the bad bitch I've always wanted to be treated like?'
    As his fingers worked her with skillful precision, teasing her folds and grazing her swollen clit, Nadia let out a guttural moan that echoed through the room.
    Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure consumed her.
    "No¡­ not there¡­ I'm gonna¡ªoh fuuuuuck¡ªahhhh~!"
    Her hips bucked wildly as her climax crashed over her, her juices spilling onto his fingers like an open invitation. Artis grinned, licking his lips like a predator who had just cornered his prey.
    "I knew you were ready, I'm ready too, and there's no way in hell I'm holding back anymore."
    His words sent a shiver down her spine, and her resolve wavered like a candle in the wind.
    'Shit, he's right. I've been wanting this, craving this¡­ and now that he's finally giving it to me, I was planning to walk away?'

 Chapter 53 Oscar Level Acting

    Nadia froze as she felt the nightie sliding up her thighs, the cool air brushing her exposed skin.Then something hot, firm, and unmistakably alive pressed against her lace-covered ass cheeks.
    Her eyes darted back, and there it was¡ªthrobbing, veiny, and downright intimidating.
    "Oh fuck."
    She whispered, her breath hitching as Artis leaned in, his voice rough and desperate.
    "I can't hold it anymore."
    His face was a masterpiece of pent-up frustration, like a man who'd been teased one too many times at an all-you-can-eat buffet and finally snapped.
    She saw it now¡ªhow his eyes had always lingered on her, the way his hands had always twitched with restraint.
    'Holy shit¡­ he's been holding back this whole time. How the fuck did I not see it? I pushed him to this. I'm the idiot who kept flaunting myself like a damn prize cow, and now he's lost it!'
    Her internal monologue screeched to a halt when he growled, sea??h th§× N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Look at it, Nadia. It's begging for you, fucking drooling to be inside you."
    She glanced down and immediately regretted it. The thing twitched and leaked like it had a mind of its own, a pulsating monster ready to break through any barrier in its way. It was practically snarling, "Bring it on, bitch."
    Every time it pressed against her, she felt a jolt of heat shoot through her core. She wanted to move, to say something, but her body betrayed her, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
    Then came the fatal move¡ªArtis's finger hooked into the side of her panties, effortlessly sliding them aside to reveal her dripping, needy folds.
    'Ah, this is the time, I have to stop this, I can't do this...not now...'
    She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to summon every ounce of willpower she had left, but the second she opened her mouth to speak, it happened.
    Something hot. Something big. Something unmistakably him pressed right against her wet slit, sending a shockwave straight up her spine.
    "Ahh~"
    The sound escaped before she could stop it, her body betraying her once again.
    She could feel it¡ªthe bulbous head teasing her entrance, nudging against her puffed and dripping folds like it was asking permission while simultaneously ignoring her better judgment.
    'Will it even fit? Oh fuck, can it even fit?'
    The thought consumed her as her curiosity sparked like a live wire.
    For days, this thing had haunted her dreams, fueled her late-night fantasies, and left her squirming under her sheets. And now? Now it was right here, demanding answers she wasn't sure she was ready to give.
    "I'm going to take you now. There's no stopping."
    He growled, his voice deep and ragged, dripping with carnal certainty.
    Her face burned crimson. She was caught. She wanted it. She needed it. But damn it, the timing was all wrong!
    His thick tip began to glide along her slit, slick with her arousal, as if taunting her with what was to come.
    The slow, deliberate rubs sent lightning bolts shooting through her body, her toes curling against the floor as her legs trembled.
    Then, ever so slowly, it happened. The head began to press in, stretching her inch by inch, making her gasp and bite down on her lip.
    'Shit. Oh shit. It's too big... but it's so fucking good.'
    Her walls clenched instinctively, trying to resist and welcome him at the same time.
    Her body was at war, stretching wide, trembling with the effort to accommodate the sheer size of the invader that had been haunting her thoughts.
    "Oh, fuck!"
    Artis groaned, his voice thick with lust as he pushed just enough to breach her entrance.
    "I didn't think you'd be this tight."
    Nadia's response was far less eloquent.
    "Oh my God."
    The words tumbled out of her as her body betrayed her, trembling under the sheer size and heat of him. But then, like a bucket of cold water crashing over her, something snapped in her brain.
    'No! Even if this is going to be the best fuck of my life, I can't!'
    Her eyes sharpened with newfound clarity. Before she even realized what she was doing, her hand flew up and slap!
    Artis froze, his cockhead still perched precariously at her entrance, like a door-to-door salesman caught mid-pitch.
    A little more, just a little more, and he'd have been fully inside her¡ªbut now? Now he was staring at her like she'd just slapped the soul out of him.
    "W-what? Why did you do that?"
    "Because¡­"
    Nadia sucked in a shaky breath, her chest heaving, tears pooling in her eyes.
    "Because what you did last night was fucking taboo! I... I can't even look her in the eyes now! I can't do this anymore!"
    'Oh, so it's just because of last night, huh? Well, too bad¡ªI've got plans for you two, and you'll come around eventually. But first¡­ let's leave a lasting impression.'
    Artis thought, a sly grin tugging at his lips.
    For a split second, he'd worried this might be some sudden moral epiphany on Nadia's part, like she'd decided to become a virtuous maiden overnight.
    But nah, this? This was just her natural reaction to being overwhelmed. Honestly, he'd have been more concerned if she hadn't slapped him.
    If she'd just thrown herself into it without a second thought, that'd mean she was already a degenerate lost to lust. And Artis? He didn't want a pre-broken toy.
    He wanted to break her himself, to push her into depravity so thoroughly that she'd only ever crave him.
    "I see¡­ then forgive me," he said, his voice suddenly flat as he withdrew his cock from her dripping slit.
    "W-what?"
    Nadia blinked, caught off guard. She'd expected him to argue, plead, or maybe just double down and push his way in.
    Instead, he was¡­ retreating? The sudden emptiness left her confused¡ªand, embarrassingly, a little disappointed.
    "Art, I¡­"
    She hesitated, her voice softening.
    The sting of guilt crept in as her brain replayed the slap in slow motion. Maybe she'd overreacted. She could've just talked to him instead of slapping him like a soap opera villain.
    'Shit! I should've just explained myself instead of going full drama queen¡­ Poor Artis.'
    She thought, biting her lip as regret gnawed at her.
    Artis, meanwhile, was all but humming to himself. He had her right where he wanted her: confused, flustered, and drowning in guilt. His plan was working perfectly.
    "A few days ago, Dad's so-called drinking buddies were about to force themselves on Mom¡­"
    "What?"
    Artis dropped that bomb like a meteor, and Nadia's brain immediately short-circuited. Her jaw hit the floor before her hand slapped over her mouth.
    "What the fuck are you talking about?"
    She sputtered, spinning around to face him like he'd just told her the moon was made of cheese.
    "If I hadn't been there, they would've succeeded."
    Artis continued, shaking his head like a tragic soap opera hero.
    "The poor woman had to endure a drunkard for decades, and now his disgusting friends tried to force themselves on her. How sad¡­"
    Meanwhile, his cock throbbed impatiently, clearly annoyed that such heavy drama was cockblocking its moment of glory.
    "That's¡­ that's fucking impossible."
    Nadia stammered, her voice trembling as her brain tried to make sense of this surreal revelation.
    "Oh, I couldn't believe it either. But if you were in her shoes¡ªforced to drink with your husband's creepy friends who then tried to take advantage of you¡ªwhat would you have done?"
    Nadia gulped, the horrifying scenario playing out in her head like some fucked-up daytime TV special.
    "I¡­ I don't know¡­"
    "I saved her, rescued her from that nightmare. And do you know what she said to me in her drunken state?"
    "W-what?"
    Nadia's voice quivered, half-convinced this was either the world's darkest joke or some kind of fever dream.
    "She told me¡ªstraight-up, through slurred words and a bottle of regret¡ªthat it's been so long since her husband even touched her.
    "And get this¡ªshe knew those drunk bastards might try something horrible but went along with it, just so she could blame it on being wasted if things got out of hand."
    "Wh-what?! N-no fucking way!" Nadia stammered, her face flushing with a mix of disbelief and shame. "Mom would never¡­"
    But the more she thought about it¡ªabout last night. About the way she started to touch her breasts¡ªit started to click.
    Artis leaned back, arms crossed like some righteous avenger.
    "Oh, really? You sure about that? Because from what I saw, it sure didn't look like she was hating the attention."
    Nadia's stomach churned as his words sunk in. Her brain screamed, No, stop! Mom wouldn't! She's just¡­ lonely?
    "I mean, look," Artis continued, pacing now, his dick probably keeping time under his robe, "I could've let her get a boyfriend. Sneak around while Dad's off being a useless, wasted sack of shit. She's got the body for it¡ªdamn, she looks better than half the girls in this city! But no."
    He stopped and pointed dramatically at himself.
    "I decided I wouldn't let some random guy exploit her misery. You know why...?"

 Chapter 54 Acting That Worked!

    "I decided I wouldn't let some random guy exploit her misery. You know why...? Because she deserves better."Nadia's jaw dropped.
    He placed a hand over his heart like he was swearing an oath.
    "We're not blood-related, okay? We've never even been that close. But I've realized something: I owe her. She looked after me when no one else did, and now? Now it's my turn. And you, Nadia¡­"
    He turned to her, eyes blazing with determination,
    "¡­I thought I can get your help. Help her. She trusts you, and we're family¡ªor at least, we could be a very close one."
    Nadia's lip quivered as her eyes filled with tears.
    "I-If all of us could just be happy together... then we wouldn't need anyone else. We only need each other. But I guess... I was a fucking idiot. I should've talked to you first..."
    Artis's eyes brimmed with tears, and before she could process it, the man broke into sobs. Not just sniffles¡ªfull-blown, ugly crying. S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The kind that shakes your shoulders and makes you sound like a dying walrus. Nadia clutched her chest, feeling like she'd just been stabbed by her own selfishness.
    "Art... I..."
    She reached out, but he held up a trembling hand to stop her.
    "No, Nadia," he whimpered, his voice cracking like a pubescent choir boy. "I don't wanna hear it. You broke my heart..."
    He turned his head away dramatically, the tears dripping down his face like he was auditioning for the saddest soap opera in existence.
    The sight made her chest tighten painfully. The happy, mischievous pervert she knew¡ªthe one who could crack a dick joke in the middle of a sermon¡ªwas now reduced to this blubbering mess of despair.
    'It's my fault.'
    Nadia thought, her inner monologue hitting peak melodrama.
    'I was selfish. I didn't think about his feelings. I didn't think about us. Fuck, I'm an idiot.'
    "Please go."
    He whispered, his voice barely audible but steeped in heartbreak.
    "Ar¡ª"
    "Just go," he barked, his voice suddenly firm, like a dad catching his kid trying to smuggle candy out of the pantry.
    Nadia froze, her hand halfway to his shoulder. The sharpness in his tone sliced through her like a knife, leaving her standing there, stunned and overwhelmed.
    "P-please... just leave..."
    His voice cracked like a teenager caught stealing porn, and the sheer desperation in it ripped through Nadia like a chainsaw to a watermelon.
    'What have I done? Oh, fuck, what have I done?'
    Her brain was stuck on a loop of self-loathing as tears cascaded down her face, turning her into a soggy mess of regret and mascara streaks.
    She bit her lip so hard it felt like she might draw blood, her trembling legs carrying her to the door like a condemned woman walking to the gallows.
    Each step felt heavier than the last, but she kept going, her fingers finally wrapping around the doorknob.
    Sliding the door open, she hesitated, stealing one last glance over her shoulder.
    Artis was still there, his back to her like some tragic Greek statue, except instead of holding the world on his shoulders, he looked like he was carrying the weight of a bad breakup and a raging boner.
    'It's not too late.'
    She told herself, her nails digging into the wood of the door.
    'I can fix this... I can still make this right!'
    Her inner monologue hyped her up, but her feet betrayed her as they carried her over the threshold. She stepped outside, her head hanging low, the words tasting bitter on her tongue.
    "Goodbye," she mumbled, the syllables cracking under the weight of her guilt.
    Then she shut the door, the finality of the sound slamming into her chest like a goddamn freight train.
    The silence on the other side felt deafening, but there was one lingering thought in her head: Fuck, I'm an idiot.
    "Finally¡­ took her long enough. Drama queen."
    Artis muttered, flopping onto his bed with the enthusiasm of a man whose entire ego was overcompensating for something dangerously close to common sense.
    His cock was already at attention, twitching like it was auditioning for the lead role in "Big Dreams, Bigger Schemes."
    Grinning like the cartoon villain he probably secretly aspired to be, he wrapped his hand around his dick and started stroking.
    A low chuckle escaped his lips, which quickly escalated into a full-blown evil laugh that would make a B-movie director weep tears of pride.
    "Soon, both Nadia and Juliana will be kneeling before me, worshiping my cock like it's the Holy Grail. Just you wait!"
    His strokes quickened as his deranged monologue reached its peak.
    "I'll have my harem. They'll be begging to please me. Begging! I'll turn them into my toys, my bitches, my¡ª" He paused, lips curling into a sly smirk¡ª "my personal porn queens. Oh, they won't even know what hit them."
    And with that final, delusional flourish, he climaxed, hot spurts of cum shooting out like a firehose that had zero regard for his dignity¡ªor his bedsheets.
    Panting, he glanced at the sticky mess splattered across his stomach and the floor, completely unfazed.
    "Yeah, you're all mine. Just you wait, ladies."
    He let out another laugh, wiping his forehead like he'd just conquered a mountain, not jerked off to his own fantasies.
    But then, in the shadow of his hubris, he missed something important.
    From the open window, a pair of emerald-green eyes glared at him with a mixture of shock, rage, and the kind of judgment that could make the devil blush.
    Unbeknownst to Artis, someone had seen the whole goddamn show. And let's just say, it wasn't going to end with a standing ovation.
    ...
    At the same time, elsewhere in the world, five stunning figures stood before a map, their eyes burning with purpose¡ªone was a petite, flawless priestess whose beauty could stop traffic, and whose medium was definitely premium.
    She tapped a spot on the map with a delicate finger, as if making a life-altering decision about where to get lunch.
    "The nearest church is near the Fire Something Something Clan. We should visit there."
    Her companion, equally breathtaking and somehow more beautiful than the priestess, nodded in unison with a grace that only gods would understand.

 Chapter 55 Gambled Mommy Away!

    'Shit! Shit! What the actual fuck did I do last night?!'Juliana squirmed on her bed, her hands slapping over her flushed face as if she could somehow erase the memories boiling up in her brain.
    Turning left and right like a fish flopping out of water, she let out a muffled groan of pure mortification.
    The events of the previous night were flashing through her head like a smutty highlight reel.
    She could practically feel Nadia's mouth latched onto her nipple, the way her tongue swirled like it had a fucking mind of its own.
    Her cheeks burned hotter than the sun as she thought of her own hands kneading Nadia's boobs like they were bread dough.
    "What the fuck was I thinking?! I turned into some goddamn pervert! Massaging her tits? Letting her suck on mine like she was ordering milk on tap?!"
    Her thighs squeezed together as an unwelcome heat spread through her body.
    'And fuck me sideways, why does thinking about it make me feel all... tingly?!'
    She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, her muffled cry of shame vibrating through the room.
    "I'm a respectable woman, damn it! Not some¡ªsome... sex-crazed freak!"
    Right as she was about to spiral further into self-loathing, the shoji door slammed open with the force of a goddamn hurricane, making her sit bolt upright.
    And in stumbled her husband, Lui, reeking of booze and looking like he'd crawled out of a gutter.
    His steps were wobbly, his shirt half-untucked, and his hair a chaotic mess that screamed bad decisions.
    "It's fucking early morning, and you're already drunk?!"
    Juliana snapped, her voice a mix of disbelief and exhaustion.
    She couldn't believe her eyes, though, in all honesty, this wasn't exactly new territory.
    Lui stumbling home reeking of booze was practically his signature move. But this early? That was a whole new level of bullshit.
    Normally, he'd pass out wherever he was drinking, face-down in his own bad decisions, until he could shuffle home semi-sober.
    But here he was, drunk off his ass at sunrise, and she could feel the icy grip of dread clawing at her chest. Something was wrong.
    Lui growled, a deep, guttural noise that made her hairs stand on end, and staggered toward the table.
    He started tearing through the drawers like a man possessed, throwing papers and random shit everywhere.
    "What the fuck are you doing now?!"
    Juliana barked, keeping her distance but craning her neck to watch the disaster unfold.
    His hands were shaking so badly it looked like he was trying to juggle invisible balls.
    "I¡ªcoin! Fucking¡ªcoin!" sea??h th§× ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Lui slurred, his hands shaking so bad he looked like he was playing some drunken game of grab-ass with the air.
    "Need¡ªhic¡ªneed my coin!"
    Her eyes widened. Coin? Why the hell did he need money this badly? The fear prickled at the back of her neck, icy and unwelcome.
    Juliana took a cautious step forward, keeping the bed between them like a shield. His movements were growing more violent, yanking drawers out and tossing them across the room.
    "Lui, stop it! You're going to wreck the whole damn house!"
    But he didn't stop. He just growled louder, muttering under his breath like some crazed lunatic.
    Her chest tightened. Fear mixed with a sudden, desperate yearning.
    'Artis, where are you?'
    Her fingers clutched the fabric over her heart as she watched Lui spiral further, his drunken rampage tearing through what little sanity was left in the room.
    Then suddenly, Lui's bloodshot eyes snapped toward her like a rabid dog locking onto its next meal. Juliana froze, her heart hammering as his massive, filthy hand lunged for her throat.
    "I need coins! Dey're gonna fuckin' kill me if I don't pay, bitch!"
    He roared, spittle flying into her face like a drunk windstorm.
    Her hands clawed at his iron grip, choking and gasping as she flailed. Tears streaked down her cheeks as her vision blurred, panic overtaking her.
    'Art...'
    Just when she thought she'd pass out, his grip slackened, and he stumbled away, staggering toward the cupboard with all the grace of a dying walrus.
    She collapsed onto the floor, coughing and wheezing, clutching her bruised neck.
    Her chest heaved as she regained her senses, and then the realization hit her like a slap.
    'He just wants coins.'
    Coins, of all things!
    Juliana wiped her face and scrambled toward the table, her thin gown clinging to her sweat-dampened skin.
    She knew she had some hidden somewhere. Years of scraping and saving had left her with a pitiful stash, but it would be enough to get him the fuck out of her house.
    Her trembling hands tore through the drawers and clutter as she frantically searched for the tiny pouch.
    She didn't even notice the looming figure leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, casually watching her from the shadows.
    Her ass jutted out as she bent over, the thin fabric of her gown doing absolutely nothing to hide the soft curve of her cheeks or the sway of her hips.
    She had buried the coins deep within table, so deep she wasn't even sure where to start looking for it.
    But just as she was about to gather her thoughts, a voice behind her sent a chill down her spine.
    "Lui..."
    She froze, her breath caught in her throat. And then, a voice from the cupboard¡ªmeek, hesitant¡ªfollowed.
    "Gi-gimme a little time, sire, th-th-the coins are here. I swear."
    Juliana's mind raced.
    'What the hell is going on?'
    "No need for that! I've already found my payment."
    Juliana's skin prickled with goosebumps. Her stomach twisted as the stranger's hot breath ghosted over her neck.
    She straightened up, her heart pounding, only to feel a warm, solid wall of... chest.
    Her back was pinned against his broad, armored chest, the cold steel biting through her thin gown.
    Slowly, as though moving too fast might break her, she turned her head and locked eyes with a set of yellowed teeth that looked like they'd been brushed with dirt and regret.
    The bastard was grinning at her like she was the last slice of cake at a royal feast.
    Her skin crawled.
    "Si-sire, that¡ªthat's my wife..."
    Lui stammered from the cupboard, his voice as useful as a wet sock.
    "Y-you can't... I'll get you the coins, I swear! That's what you came for, right?"
    The stranger chuckled, the sound like gravel grinding in his throat.
    "No need for coins. I've found my payment right here."
    Juliana's blood ran cold. She didn't need to look to feel his eyes roaming her body, the bastard practically undressing her with his gaze.
    "You're a real gem, you know that?"
    He murmured, his hot, rancid breath brushing her ear.
    "A beauty like you... I'd call this more than fair trade."
    Lui whimpered from across the room, his pathetic voice barely audible.
    "B-but¡ªshe's my wife!"
    "Your wife?"
    The stranger snorted, tightening his grip on Juliana like she was a prize mare.
    "Then maybe you shouldn't have gambled her away, huh? Or were you too drunk to notice?"
    Juliana's fear turned to rage.
    'Gambled me away?'
    She clenched her fists, her jaw tight.

 Chapter 56 Nadia Offering Herself!

    "What the actual fuck is going on here?!"The shrill, pissed-off voice cut through the tension like a knife. Every head whipped toward the door, where Nadia stood, her hair wild and her face a mix of fury and disgust.
    The hulking knight's yellow-toothed grin widened.
    "Oh, well now, I didn't know you had two beauties for me to enjoy, moron," he sneered, glancing at Lui. "Not that I'm complaining."
    He licked his lips in a way that made Nadia want to gag. The slimy look in his eyes as they traveled down her body was enough to set her blood boiling.
    'You've got to be shitting me.'
    But the moment her gaze landed on her mom¡ªtears streaming, trembling like a leaf, and practically pinned between the table and the man¡ªsomething inside Nadia snapped.
    And her dad? That spineless asshole just stood there like a deer caught in headlights, letting this dirtbag ogle his wife like she was a damn appetizer.
    "Release her! Now!"
    Her scream rattled the walls, fueled by pure rage.
    'If Artis doesn't fucking hear this, I swear to god, I'm throwing hands myself.'
    "Oh, I can't do that, baby..."
    The man sneered, his grin as slimy as a sewer rat in a rainstorm.
    "You see, this man¡ªyour fine father here¡ªowes me twenty-eight silvers. Drank like a fish all night, swearing he had the coin at home. And when I suggested he might not, he told me I was free to take anything I fancied."
    He paused dramatically, smacking his lips like he was eyeing a five-course meal instead of a terrified woman. His gaze slid back to Juliana, and his tongue darted out to wet his crusty lips.
    "So here I am, about to claim something delicious... something that'll quench my lower hunger."
    Juliana physically recoiled, her whole body lurching like she might throw up right there. The sour stench of his breath slammed into her like a brick wall, and she jerked her head back instinctively.
    But the bile in her throat wasn't just from his disgusting words. No, the real sickness came from the man standing uselessly a few feet away¡ªher husband.
    The weak, spineless bastard who'd basically handed her over on a silver platter. And honestly? She couldn't even muster much anger at the sweaty oaf in armor.
    This wasn't new.
    Her husband had always been a pathetic excuse for a man. Why bother feeling anything for a man who'd sell his wife like a chicken at the market?
    "Shut the fuck up, you nasty bastard!"
    Nadia's voice cracked like a whip, her words dripping with venom.
    Her furious eyes shot to the intruder first, but then they swiveled like daggers to her own father, who was busy looking at the floor like it was the most fascinating thing in the room.
    "My mother is not some object for you to slobber over, and she sure as hell isn't something that can be fucking sold!"
    Her glare could've set the house on fire, and for a split second, the hulking brute actually blinked.
    It was fucking appalling. What kind of man sells his woman for booze? No man with a single ounce of balls, that's for sure.
    Unlike Juliana, who seemed more resigned than anything, Nadia was boiling with rage.
    She had heard this same thing from Artis¡ªabout her father's drinking problem and his scummy friends taking advantage of her mother¡ªbut seeing it? Sear?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Watching her own father stand there like a sack of shit while some greasy bastard pawed at her mom? That hit like a goddamn sledgehammer to the chest.
    "Let my mother go."
    Nadia snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.
    "My husband is the personal guard of Young Master Jin. If he hears about this, you'll be headless before your next drink, you slimy piece of shit."
    It was a desperate bluff, but she hoped it'd work. In this sect, no one dared cross the Patriarch or his brats, especially not someone like Jin, whose reputation for cruelty preceded him.
    For a moment, the room stilled, and Nadia thought she saw a flicker of doubt cross the intruder's ugly face.
    But then the bastard threw his head back and laughed¡ªa loud, obnoxious guffaw that showed every filthy, yellowed tooth in his disgusting mouth.
    "Ha! Little lady isn't just hot and succulent like her mother here," he sneered, his eyes shamelessly crawling over her body like a cockroach, "but she's a goddamn comedian, too!"
    Nadia's chest tightened, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Her words weren't working, and the bastard was just getting cockier by the second.
    She balled her fists so hard her nails bit into her palms, resisting the urge to lunge at him and claw his stupid fucking face off.
    But what would that do? Her father stood there useless, her mother looked ready to collapse, and she was running out of options.
    'Art...please, now's the time for a perfect entry...but..but...what can he do? He's just a kid himself without any cultivation.'
    "You see this armor I'm wearing?"
    The knight sneered, puffing out his chest like he was auditioning for a shitty play.
    "This is the armor of the Sunset Kingdom. The same kingdom your little circus of a sect belongs to. Your Young Master Jin would probably hand me his mother if I asked. So how about we cut the crap, sweetheart? Let's make this easy¡ªI don't want to hurt such a beautiful woman."
    The audacity of the man made Nadia's blood boil. She could practically hear her sanity snapping one thread at a time.
    She knew the weight of his words. The bastard was flaunting his power like a drunken peacock, and any move against him could bring disaster.
    If he tattled to the Patriarch or the royal family, this entire sect could be wiped off the map faster than a cheap hooker on payday.
    But fuck that. There was no way she was going to stand by and let this walking pile of garbage lay his filthy hands on her mom.
    Her brain scrambled for a plan¡ªany plan¡ªand suddenly, one idiotic idea popped up like a drunk uncle at a family reunion.
    Without overthinking it, she slapped a hand to her forehead and sighed dramatically.
    "Sigh¡­ So you're not going to leave until you get your booze's worth, huh?"
    Her voice oozed fake resignation, and she tilted her head just enough for her hair to cascade down her shoulder like some seductive anime protagonist.
    A coy smile tugged at her lips¡ªplump, glossy lips that made the drunken knight stop mid-smirk and whistle like a horny construction worker.
    "Now that's the kind of attitude I like."
    He slurred, his eyes practically undressing her on the spot.
    Nadia fought the urge to gag. She felt like she'd need a full-body bleach bath after this, but fuck it¡ªdesperate times called for desperate measures.
    If she could play this bastard like the dumb horn-dog he was, maybe she could buy enough time for someone¡ªanyone¡ªto come save her and her mom.

 Chapter 57 Nadia Offering Herself! (2)

    "Oh, so the little lady has a plan now, huh? Why make it hard earlier, honey?"The knight said, his voice thick with booze and ego as he let out a laugh that sounded like a donkey choking on gravel.
    Juliana's stomach churned, a cold sweat breaking out over her skin. Her instincts screamed that whatever her daughter was about to do, it couldn't be good.
    'No, this can't be happening! I can't let her¡ª'
    But before Juliana could protest, Nadia stepped forward with a sultry smile that sent a shiver of disgust up Juliana's spine.
    "An old woman or a young one?"
    Nadia asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
    "Who do you think is gonna satisfy you better, huh? Me, with my tight little hole¡ª" she ran a finger lazily down her side, pausing just above her hip "¡ªor my mom? Who's got the better ride, big guy?"
    Her tone was laced with challenge, her lips curving into a smirk as she locked eyes with the knight.
    Juliana's jaw dropped in sheer horror.
    The knight's face lit up like a drunk kid in a candy store. His eyes darted between Nadia and Juliana, his grin spreading wider than it had any right to be.
    The man was practically salivating now, his tongue darting out like some lecherous dog.
    His gaze lingered on Juliana for a moment before snapping back to Nadia, his grin turning predatory.
    "I don't need to choose, sweetheart," he slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol and bad decisions. "I've already made up my mind."
    He smirked at Juliana one last time before stumbling toward Nadia, his steps heavy and uneven thanks to the combo of armor and too much liquor.
    His cocky swagger was painfully obvious¡ªemphasis on the cock, as the tent in his pants was now about as subtle as a brick to the face.
    "I think the young lady's gonna be just right for the ride, don't you?"
    He said, leering as he grabbed Nadia by the waist and yanked her closer.
    For a split second, Nadia's face twisted into a look of pure disgust¡ªlips curling, nose wrinkling, the works¡ªbut she quickly replaced it with a forced smile so sweet it could've given cavities.
    She rested her hands lightly on his chest, as if playing along, but the gleam in her eyes was anything but submissive.
    "Oh, my little thicc flower..."
    The knight cooed, his voice dripping with mockery and a lecherous grin plastered on his face.
    "We're here on a noble quest, you see. To confirm the rumors of a legendary treasure! Come with me, and I'll rescue you from this sad little hellhole. You'll be my concubine¡ªfed, pampered, and stuffed with everything you could ever want."
    Nadia forced a sickly-sweet smile, her mind racing. Her stomach churned at the sheer arrogance of this walking slab of armored filth.
    Still, she tilted her head coyly and batted her lashes like the innocent little flower he thought she was.
    "Before we embark on this¡­ enchanting journey... Why not let your little monster out, Sir Knight? Let's¡­ satisfy him before we start anything serious. Can't leave the poor thing all pent up, now can we?"
    The knight's grin stretched even wider, making his face look like a drunken ogre who'd just stumbled upon a buffet.
    "Ah, I see you're eager to please, my sweet!"
    He crowed, puffing out his chest like he was the king of the damn universe.
    "I'm not gonna lie¡ªI was planning to ravage your mother, too, but since you're practically begging for it¡­"
    He trailed off, licking his lips as he fumbled with his waistband.
    "Fine, fine. I'll do you first, and then I'll be on my way. Can't afford to waste any more time on this pitiful little sect, anyway."
    Nadia resisted the urge to gag as the man shoved his filthy hand into his pants and fished out what could only be described as a crime against nature.
    The grotesque thing flopped out like a half-dead fish, unwashed and covered in what looked like a mix of questionable grime and¡­ were those bubbles?
    Her eyes widened for a split second before she caught herself, plastering the fake smile back on.
    It was hard, sure, but it was also sad. Like, really sad. It wasn't even half of what Artis had, and for a brief, bizarre moment, she felt pity for the knight.
    But then her brain flipped back, and the only thing she felt was pride¡ªpride that her man, Artis, could easily outclass this sorry excuse of a cock in both size and cleanliness.
    "Tasty, right? I'll make you scream, little flower."
    The knight said, shaking his grotesque excuse for a cock like it was something to be proud of.
    Nadia's first instinct was to hurl right there and then, but she clenched her jaw and held it together. This wasn't just about her dignity¡ªit was about family. Unfortunately.
    "Smell it. Smell my manhood and beg me for more," he growled, thrusting it closer. "I like a woman who is willing."
    The sheer audacity made Nadia's eyebrow twitch. She wanted to scream.
    'Willing?! Bitch, I'd rather die in a ditch full of feral rats!'
    But instead, she forced her lips into a sultry smile that was so fake it could've won her an Oscar.
    "Close your eyes, my knight in not-so-shining armor, because I'm gonna take you straight to heaven." S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    She purred, letting her voice drip with seductive poison.
    The idiot actually grinned, his yellow teeth on full display, and giddily closed his eyes like he was about to receive the greatest pleasure of his life.
    His filthy cock twitched like a sad little worm, and Nadia could feel bile rising in her throat.
    Behind her, Lui, who had been sniffling and weeping pathetically earlier, now had his eyes glued to the scene, licking his lips like some depraved spectator.
    His cheeks were flushed, but Nadia was pretty sure it wasn't the booze anymore.
    If you looked closely¡ªand honestly, you didn't want to¡ªyou could spot a pathetic little tent forming in Lui's filthy, torn pants.
    The sight alone was enough to make you want to burn your own eyeballs, but the real kicker?
    The idea of someone stronger and bigger beating him down, leaving him powerless while they fucked his wife and daughter right in front of him, turned him on.
    Juliana, on the other hand, was shaking her head like her life depended on it, her eyes wide and pleading as she desperately tried to catch Nadia's attention.
    'Don't do it, Nadia...'
    This wasn't your standard please-don't-sell-yourself-to-this-perv kind of plea. No, Juliana knew her daughter too well for that.
    She could see it in the subtle twitch of Nadia's jaw, the way her fingers curled ever so slightly.
    She knew whatever Nadia was doing right now had nothing to do with seduction or anything the drunken knight was thinking about.
    No, this was a train wreck in slow motion, and Nadia was about to steer it off the cliff.
    And then, it happened. The knight¡ªwho was all set to live out his perverted fantasies¡ªsuddenly screamed in pain...

 Chapter 58 Arrival (1)

    The result was so stupid it deserved its own award.If the knight had even one brain cell left unpickled by booze or uncorrupted by his overinflated ego, he would've seen this coming from a mile away.
    But nope, the booze, unchecked arrogance, and a cock that thought it was king of the world and more importantly, the dumbass trusted a woman who flipped her attitude faster than a whore dropping her panties for a gold coin. S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "AAAARGGHHH, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
    He screamed, clutching his now spurting crotch as if trying to hold back a goddamn geyser. His once-prized appendage had plopped to the floor like a sad, deflated zucchini.
    The pathetic sight of it lying there¡ªflaccid, blood-soaked, and utterly defeated¡ªwas almost poetic.
    In Nadia's hand gleamed the reason for his pain: a glowing white qi blade, sharp and deadly, still sizzling with energy.
    A basic move, sure¡ªsomething even a low-tier cultivator could pull off¡ªbut goddamn, it was effective.
    She twirled it in her hand like a fucking baton, looking down at him with the kind of disdain usually reserved for roadkill.
    Juliana and Lui, on the other hand, looked like they were about to shit themselves. Juliana's worst fear had just come true, and Lui? Well, Lui had sobered up so fast it was like he'd been slapped by the gods themselves.
    "Shouldn't have been a dick if you didn't want your dick chopped off."
    Nadia snorted, trying to keep her composure, even though her hands were trembling like she'd just downed five espressos.
    Sure, she sounded badass, but inside? She was freaking the fuck out. She'd never hurt anyone before, and now she'd gone full barbarian on some guy's junk.
    The knight, still clutching his mutilated groin, let out a scream so loud it could've shattered glass.
    "You fucking bitch!"
    He roared, his blood-soaked hand trembling as he glared at her with murder in his eyes.
    Before Nadia could process what was happening, the knight¡ªdrunk, enraged, and still oozing blood¡ªlunged at her like a rabid bull.
    She tried to dodge, jerking her head to the side, but his massive, meaty hand snagged her by the hair like she was a rag doll.
    "Shit! Let go, you giant fucking creep!"
    She shrieked, grabbing at his hand, but it was no use. He yanked her up into the air, her legs flailing like a cat that had been tossed into water.
    And then¡ªwham!¡ªshe was airborne. Time seemed to slow as she flew through the air, crashing into the wall with a thud that rattled the entire room.
    She slid down like a squished cartoon character, landing in a heap on the floor.
    "NADIA!!!"
    Juliana screamed, her voice cracking as she sprinted to her daughter, throwing herself to the ground to check if she was okay.
    Thankfully, aside from a bruised ego and maybe a sore ass, Nadia wasn't too banged up.
    Meanwhile, the knight turned around, his face contorted in rage, pain, and the kind of confusion only alcohol and a missing dick could cause.
    His bloodshot eyes scanned the room.
    First, they landed on Lui, who was trembling so hard he looked like a leaf in a hurricane. The smell of piss confirmed what everyone already knew¡ªLui had fully wet himself. Just moments ago, he'd had the audacity to pop a boner at the chaos. Now? He was a quivering, pathetic mess.
    Then, the knight's gaze shifted to the two women huddled together. Juliana and Nadia clung to each other, their ample curves pressed together like some pervert's dream.
    Even in his state, the knight's eyes glinted with a predatory hunger, his anger momentarily replaced by his perverse instincts.
    "Fucking bitches."
    The knight spat, his voice thick with both rage and the kind of stupidity that only comes with a cocktail of alcohol and missing genitalia.
    He staggered forward, his armor clanging like an offbeat marching band. Blood dripped from his groin, leaving a grotesque trail, but the pain only seemed to fuel his deranged determination.
    "I'll fuck you both and mount your heads on my damn wall!"
    Juliana's heart dropped into her stomach as she saw him lumbering toward them, grinning like a madman.
    For all his pathetic limp and bleeding crotch, he still radiated enough malice to make her knees buckle.
    Her survival instincts kicked in¡ªor maybe it was just years of dealing with Lui's bullshit¡ªand she scrambled to her feet, shielding Nadia with her body.
    "Nooo!" she screamed, throwing her arms out like some sacrificial lamb. "Stop! Take me instead! Take me, you disgusting piece of shit!"
    The knight paused, cocking his head in mock amusement.
    "Haha, how touching," he sneered, his bloodied hand twitching as he reached for her. "The old cunt wants to play hero. Fine by me. I'll fuck you both, one hole at a time."
    Juliana flinched but stood her ground, trembling as he took another step.
    Her mind raced, and for a brief moment, she thought about him. Art. Her stepson. The only person who had ever made her feel alive after years of enduring this pathetic excuse of a husband.
    'Art¡­ where are you?'
    Her lips parted as she whispered his name in her mind, a desperate prayer she knew wouldn't be answered in time.
    The knight's bloody hand loomed closer, the metallic stench of his blood burning her nose. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the touch, for the nightmare that was about to unfold. Seconds passed. One. Two. Three.
    Nothing.
    Her eyes fluttered open cautiously, and she gasped, jerking back. The knight's hand was frozen mid-air, inches from her face, but it wasn't moving.
    Her eyes looked up and locked onto the pale hand resting on the knight's broad, blood-stained shoulder.
    Her heart skipped a beat. She recognized that hand¡ªshe knew it. For a fleeting, stupid second, hope and excitement filled her chest like a balloon ready to pop.
    'It's him! He's here! Artis¡­ Oh, thank the heavens, it's¡ª'
    But just as fast as it came, that excitement was gutted by a horrifying realization. Her heart sank, and dread settled in her stomach like a boulder.
    'Wait. No. Fuck, no. Artis isn't a cultivator. He doesn't stand a chance against this oversized, drunken asshole! He's gonna get himself fucking killed!'
    Juliana's knees buckled, her trembling hand instinctively reaching out as if she could somehow stop what was about to happen.
    'Why? Why did I wish for him? Oh, gods above, why would I drag him into this mess?'
    Her supposed final wish¡ªto see him, to just see him one last time¡ªhad turned into a nightmare. And now, she was sure her foolish desire would end with his blood spilled all over this floor.

 Chapter 59 Arrival (2)

    Nadia, meanwhile, was on the ground, still clutching her side from where she'd slammed into the wall.Her head was spinning, her ears ringing, and for a brief moment, she wasn't even sure if she'd heard Juliana scream or if it was just in her head.
    She blinked hard, her blurry vision slowly clearing, only to catch a glimpse of the knight's confused face.
    The bastard had stopped mid-motion, his grotesque hand hovering like it had forgotten what it was supposed to do.
    'What the hell? Why did he stop¡­?'
    Nadia thought, her brows furrowing. From her angle on the floor, she couldn't see the hand on his shoulder. She couldn't see Artis. But she could hear him.
    That voice. That familiar, maddening voice.
    Nadia's heart was a mess of emotions¡ªaching, frantic, and somehow annoyingly fluttery at the same time. But all that tangled chaos came to a screeching halt when she heard that.
    "How are you gonna fuck them if you don't have your pp, you eunuch?"
    The words slapped the room like a drunken bard's failed performance. Silence. Deafening silence. And then¡ªcough, hack, choke.
    Every single person in the room, except the knight, suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to cough up blood. Even Nadia, with her racing heart and bruised ego, couldn't help but gawk in disbelief.
    'Did¡­ did he just fucking say that?!'
    Juliana's jaw dropped so fast it nearly hit the floor. Her face twisted as she struggled to contain the bubble of laughter rising in her chest.
    'No. Be serious, Juliana. Be serious. This is not the time to laugh about a missing cock!'
    But despite her inner pep talk, a snort escaped her lips, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
    'Oh god, why does he have to be like this? Why does his stupid mouth make me want to laugh in the middle of a life-threatening situation? And why the fuck am I finding this so hot right now?!'
    Meanwhile, the knight's face turned the color of a tomato left out in the sun for too long.
    His bloodshot eyes bulged, and his body shook with rage¡ªand, let's face it, the pain of no longer having the equipment to back up any threats.
    "What. Did. You. Just. Say?"
    The knight's voice was a growl, each word dripping with murderous intent.
    His bloodshot eyes bulged, and his whole body looked like it was about to explode¡ªthough that might've just been the booze and the trauma of recently losing his "manhood."
    Artis, standing there like he was on a casual stroll, let his hand fall from the knight's shoulder and smiled.
    Not just any smile¡ªthat smile. The one that could piss off a saint. He looked relaxed, cocky even, like he wasn't currently face-to-face with a blood-covered, enraged, eunuch knight.
    "I said," Artis repeated slowly, drawing it out like he was savoring the words, "how are you going to fuck them if you don't have a cock? I mean, sure, you've got a massive hole now, but you're not gonna use that, right? Or wait¡­ are you a bottom? 'Cause no judgment here, man. I mean, everyone's got their preferences¡ª" Sear?h the N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
    The knight's face turned an apocalyptic shade of red, the veins on his forehead looking ready to burst. If rage could power cities, this man would light up the entire kingdom.
    "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"
    And with that, the giant started swinging at Artis like an angry bull in a pottery shop.
    Fists flew, armor clanged, and yet Artis, the tall, lanky boy, just dodged left, then right, then left again, all while keeping that shit-eating grin on his face.
    The knight was a powerhouse, sure, but between the booze, the blood loss, and the fact that his ego had taken a beating worse than his crotch, he was sloppy.
    Artis ducked under another wild swing, his movements almost lazy.
    'Man, he's way stronger than me.'
    Artis thought, sidestepping another clumsy punch.
    'But between the alcohol and the trauma of losing his little soldier, he's basically a flailing toddler. And that's just¡­ perfect.'
    As the knight roared and stumbled, Artis's grin widened. His brain was working overtime, calculating angles and moves, but deep down, he was focused on something far more important than survival:
    'This is it. A golden, god-sent opportunity to look like a fucking hero in front of the mom and the daughter. Two for one. A hot milf and a feisty little spitfire? Oh, I'm milking this for all it's worth.'
    Ducking another swing, he gave a quick glance at Juliana and Nadia, who were watching with wide eyes.
    'Yeah, they're impressed. How could they not be? I mean, I'm dodging a giant lunatic with no cock. This is peak hero shit.'
    Artis smirked, letting his confidence shine as the knight stumbled again, panting and cursing like a broken wind-up toy.
    "C'mon, big guy, is that all you've got? No wonder you lost your cock¡ªyou couldn't even protect that."
    Juliana slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. Nadia, meanwhile, blinked, half-shocked and half-intrigued.
    'This idiot.'
    She thought, her lips twitching despite herself.
    'He's either gonna die or¡­ actually, I kinda want to see where this goes.'
    The knight let out a guttural roar that sounded less like a man and more like a wounded animal¡ªa castrated bull, to be exact.
    He charged at Artis like a drunken avalanche, fists swinging and spittle flying.
    Artis stepped to the side again, as calm as if he were dodging a lazy cat trying to swat his ankle.
    "Whoa, whoa, buddy! Watch it¡ªyou're gonna trip over that gaping hole where your dick used to be."
    Juliana actually gasped, her hand flying back to her chest, torn between horror and a very real desire to burst out laughing.
    Nadia, on the other hand, gave up trying to hide her amusement and snorted so loudly it made Juliana glare at her.
    "Sorry," Nadia whispered, though her eyes stayed glued to Artis.
    'I need to make things right with him as quickly as possible...even if it meant...'

 Chapter 60 Sunny Side Egg!

    'Welp, might as well wrap this shit up.'Artis thought, effortlessly dodging another wild swing from the knight's meaty hands.
    'Both the ladies are already swooning over my sheer brilliance. No need to keep playing dodge-the-dickless-wonder.'
    He hopped around like it was a fucking game of tag, completely unbothered, even as the knight roared and flailed like a bull in a pottery shop.
    Honestly, the only reason Artis wasn't worried was because the guy was about as coordinated as a drunk toddler trying to ice skate. That, and the massive crotch wound was definitely slowing him down.
    Still, Artis couldn't ignore the bursts of qi energy radiating off the knight every time he swung. It was like a flashing neon sign saying "Warning: Core User".
    'Yikes. If he wasn't so shitfaced and bleeding out, I'd be toast.'
    Artis grinned.
    'But hey, his balls are in my court now. Well¡­ what's left of them.'
    "Bastard!" the knight bellowed, his voice shaking the walls. "Stop wiggling around and face me like a man!"
    Artis froze mid-step, turning to face the enraged giant with an expression so serious, you'd think he was about to challenge him to a duel to the death.
    The room went silent, Juliana and Nadia holding their breaths as Artis stood there, unmoving. Even the knight paused, his fists clenched, ready for the showdown.
    And then, Artis's lips twitched. Slowly, his serious face melted into a shit-eating grin, and a chuckle escaped him¡ªlow, cocky, and absolutely infuriating.
    "But let's be honest here..."
    Artis drawled, his smirk widening as he leaned lazily to one side.
    "Without your little joystick, can we even call you a man anymore? Or are you just¡­ an angry, impotent bitch with armor?"
    That was it. Juliana lost the battle against her composure and let out a laugh¡ªa loud, snorting laugh that made her cover her mouth in surprise.
    Nadia, still clutching her ribs from the previous verbal takedown, had to bite down hard on her lip to keep from cackling.
    Even Lui, who was still trembling in the corner, let out an involuntary giggle before immediately pretending he hadn't.
    The knight froze for a moment, his eyes twitching as he processed the insult. His face turned so red, it was a wonder he didn't explode on the spot.
    "You fucking bastard," he growled, his voice shaking with rage. "I'LL SHOW YOU HOW MUCH OF A MAN I AM!"
    "Oh, sweetie," Artis said, waving him forward with a flick of his fingers. "Please. Enlighten us."
    The knight roared, charging at Artis like a bull on steroids. His massive frame shook the ground with every step, and the triumphant gleam in his eyes screamed, I've got you now!
    But Artis didn't budge. He just stood there, looking as relaxed as a guy waiting for his drink at a bar.
    The knight raised his fist, ready to land a punch that would supposedly prove his manhood once and for all.
    "DIE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
    "Sure."
    Artis said coolly. And just as the knight got close enough, Artis lifted his leg with the precision of a fucking ninja and stomped down¡ªhard¡ªright onto the knight's newly christened void of masculinity.
    The sound that followed could only be described as crunchy.
    Juliana, Nadia, and even Lui winced in unison, all of them instinctively shutting their eyes as the horrifying noise echoed through the room.
    'This is sick.'
    The knight flopped backward, clutching what remained of his battered junk, wailing like a banshee who just lost her favorite vibrator.
    Artis, however, wasn't done. Oh no. He pulled his foot back with the precision of a soccer player aiming for the winning goal and¡ªWHAM¡ªlanded another devastating kick right to the mangled sack of despair.
    "Aaaahhh!"
    The knight screamed, his voice cracking like a teenage boy's.
    WHAM. Another kick.
    "Aaaaaarghh!"
    WHAM. And another.
    "ARGGGGGHHHHHH!"
    Artis kept at it like he was tenderizing a particularly stubborn steak, each kick eliciting a higher-pitched wail until the knight's cries sounded like a dog whistle.
    Finally, there was an ominous crunch¡ªlike someone stepping on a bag of tortilla chips¡ªand the knight's eyes rolled back as he passed out cold.
    "Well," Artis said, brushing off his hands, "I think I just made scrambled eggs, sunny-side crushed. That should keep him down for a while."
    Behind him, Nadia and Juliana exchanged a mix of awe and horror.
    "Are you okay?"
    Their voices overlapped as they rushed forward.
    Artis turned to them, his face a picture of calm that did not match the chaos in his head.
    "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. Are you two alright?"
    Nadia and Juliana nodded, their faces softening with gratitude. Then, before he could blink, they threw themselves at him, wrapping him in a warm, double-layered hug.
    "Thank you for saving us."
    Juliana whispered, her voice trembling.
    "Yeah, you're like...my hero...."
    Nadia added, burying her face in his chest.
    Artis froze like a deer caught in headlights, his arms stiff at his sides. His brain screamed at him to do something, but all it managed to send through was a panicked chant:
    'What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!'
    It wasn't just the hug¡ªit was this hug. Juliana's soft, full figure pressed against one side while Nadia's perky, youthful energy clung to the other.
    His face turned beet red as his arms finally moved to awkwardly pat their backs. It wasn't like he was getting any hugs of genuine love back at home...so this was a new territory for him...
    Lui suddenly dropped to his knees, his face pale as he stared at the knight sprawled on the floor. The severed cock lying just inches from the unconscious man's head looked like some grotesque garnish on a particularly bad meal.
    "B-b-but what about him?! Wh-what have you done?! He's gonna hunt us down!!!"
    Artis, still basking in the glow of his double-hug victory, turned to Lui with a raised eyebrow. He was getting pretty pissed off now. It was fun that he gave Artis an opportunity but this has run its course.
    "Dude, hunt us down? With what? His stump of sadness over there?"
    He jabbed a thumb toward the knight, who was currently drooling on the floor like a broken faucet. Sear?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Lui ignored him, clutching his head like he'd just realized he forgot to delete his browser history.
    "This is bad! So bad! He's a knight¡ªa royal fucking knight! I brought him here to¡ª" He hesitated, realizing he was about to incriminate himself further, "¡ªuh, negotiate! And now look at him! Cockless, pride-less, and probably ready to send the royal army after us!"
    Juliana, whose patience was hanging by a thread, snapped.
    "Are you blaming my son for your fucking incompetence, you useless, spineless bastard?!"

 Chapter 61 Mommys anger!

    "Are you blaming my son for your fucking incompetence, you useless, spineless bastard?!"Lui flinched, his face screwing up like he'd just sucked on a lemon. "
    W-what? Me?!"
    He wailed, tears streaming down his face like a pathetic fountain.
    "Have you lost your mind, woman? He's a damn knight¡ªa royal knight! When he wakes up¡ªand he will wake up¡ªit's the end of us! The whole royal army will be here! They'll chop off our heads! Or worse, they'll send me to the dungeon!"
    Artis snorted, crossing his arms.
    "You bastard! You fucking sold me, and now you're worried about him?"
    Juliana screamed, her voice so loud it could've woken the dead¡ªor at least scared a few rats out of hiding. She tore her hands off Artis, storming forward like a lioness ready to maul a particularly stupid prey.
    Lui flinched, his face turning whiter than the knight's exposed ass cheek.
    "I-I-I... please... c-calm down!"
    But Juliana wasn't having it.
    "Calm down my ass! Come here, you spineless piece of shit! I'm gonna bash your stupid head in!"
    She was trembling, her luscious curves vibrating with pure rage, but just as she was about to launch herself at her pathetic excuse of a husband, Artis swooped in.
    Like a hero in a smutty romance novel, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close.
    "Whoa, easy there, tigress."
    Artis said, his arms wrapped snugly around her, his voice dripping with charm that could melt steel¡ªor at least distract her from committing a murder.
    Juliana froze for a second, her body pressed against his. Her anger didn't dissipate, but it was momentarily redirected into sheer frustration at her current position.
    "Let me go!"
    She demanded, struggling in his grip, though it was more for show than anything.
    Artis smirked, holding her firmly.
    "Not a chance. You're a walking fireball, and I'd rather you not roast that useless bastard just yet."
    Juliana glared up at him, her chest heaving against his.
    "Let me go, Artis. He's our problem. I can handle this!"
    She whispered fiercely, though the heat in her voice wasn't entirely from anger anymore.
    Behind them, Nadia rolled her eyes.
    "Calm down, Mommy... We already know your husband's about as useful as tits on a boar, so why waste your energy on him... when you could be wasting it on me?"
    His sly grin and the subtle whisper sent a jolt through Juliana, and her entire body stiffened¡ªfor all the right reasons. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she felt the unmistakable press of his hardness against her ass.
    "You... you're right, baby," she stammered, her voice quivering. "Why should I waste my energy on that good-for-nothing piece of shit when I could..."
    She trailed off, leaning back against Artis's firm chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her anger melted into something much steamier, her breathing hitching with every passing second.
    Nadia, watching this play out, wanted to slap herself.
    'Oh my fucking god, they're so shameless...'
    She thought, her face burning red as a shiver raced down her spine.
    Meanwhile, Lui, oblivious to the sexual tension practically suffocating the room, was still on his knees, staring at the unconscious knight and mumbling incoherently about their impending doom.
    Juliana tilted her head slightly, her lips just inches away from Artis's ear, and whispered in a sultry tone.
    "I was so worried, baby. When I saw that massive, hulking man behind me, all I could think about... was you."
    Artis couldn't help the smirk spreading across his face. His voice dropped even lower as he responded.
    "Humongous man, huh? Don't worry, Jul. I'm more than enough to handle anything big... and I know exactly how to make you feel safe."
    Nadia groaned audibly, slapping her palm against her forehead.
    'Kill me now.'
    Artis smirked, his grip on Juliana's waist tightening slightly as her plush ass cheeks pressed even more firmly against him.
    She wasn't oblivious to what was happening¡ªoh no, she could feel it. That hardness, that heat. Her breath hitched again, her body betraying her as a soft gasp escaped her lips.
    "Mommy," Artis whispered, his lips brushing dangerously close to her ear. "If you keep wiggling that perfect milfy ass of yours against me, I might start thinking you want something... more."
    Juliana's face turned an even deeper shade of red, but she didn't move away. Instead, she arched her back slightly, pushing her curves even more into him, as if daring him to do something about it.
    "Oh, baby, maybe I do.'
    From across the room, Nadia's jaw practically hit the floor.
    'What the fuck am I even watching right now?" she thought, her face a mix of horror and secondhand arousal.
    'This is insane... I need medical attention.'
    "Come on, mommy, let's get you some rest."
    Artis said smoothly, his voice low and soothing as he slid an arm around her waist.
    "You've earned it. You can sleep, and I'll stay with you... to guard you, of course."
    Juliana's lips curled into a soft, dreamy smile as she looked up at him.
    "Yes, baby."
    She was practically purring, her worries melting away under the weight of his charm. With Artis by her side, she felt untouchable¡ªlike the world could burn, and she'd still be safe in his arms.
    Artis guided her gently toward the door, his eyes flicking disdainfully toward the room they were leaving.
    Between the unconscious knight, his sad, severed cock lying like a rejected sausage, and the pool of blood decorating the floor, it wasn't exactly prime sleeping quarters. His room would do.
    But before they could leave, Lui's voice rang out in sheer panic.
    "Wh-what about him?! What if he wakes up?!"
    Artis didn't even stop walking, but his shoulders shook with a silent laugh. Juliana didn't bat an eyelash, too busy clinging to her personal savior like a teenage girl clutching her first crush.
    Lui, meanwhile, was full-on losing his shit.
    "If he wakes up, I'm dead! Crushed! Pancaked! I don't want to die like this! I should die with a bottle of ale in my hands..."
    Artis froze mid-step, spinning on his heel with the kind of fury that could melt steel. His face twisted into an expression that screamed, "I'm fucking done with this circus."
    "You sold your wife and daughter, you spineless piece of shit, and I cleaned up your mess. But this?"
    He pointed at the unconscious knight sprawled out like a bloodied sack of potatoes.
    "Oh no, this is all yours. Nurse him back to health if you want. Sure, you'll probably get crushed into paste the moment he wakes up, but hey, that's on you. Or¡­"
    Artis's lips curled into a wicked smirk, his eyes gleaming like a predator closing in on its prey.
    "You could kill him. Chop him up, toss the pieces, maybe feed him to a pack of stray dogs. One cockless dumbass won't be missed in the army, anyway."
    With that, he turned and strolled out of the room, as calm as someone leaving a boring meeting, his hand resting possessively on Juliana's waist.
    Lui, on the other hand, panicked like a man who just realized his "all-you-can-drink" tab was actually not free.
    "Wait! No! You bastard! Don't leave me with him! Please, help me out here, son!"
    His voice cracked so hard it could've shattered glass.
    But Artis didn't even look back, and his footsteps echoed down the hallway.
    Nadia, still standing in the corner with an expression that screamed WTF is happening?, blinked at her groveling father. Lui, on his knees, looked up at her with wide, hopeful eyes, like a dog begging for scraps.
    For a split second, her face softened, and it seemed like she might say something comforting. But then her expression darkened like a storm rolling in.
    Her lips curled in disgust, and she leaned forward just enough to spit on the ground.
    "Fuck you, Dad."
    And with that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
    Lui was left alone, staring at the unconscious knight and the severed cock lying a few feet away. S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Fucking hell..."
    He muttered, his voice trembling as he realized he was now in charge of cleaning up this nightmare.
    "Why couldn't I just die from drinking, like a normal man?"

 Chapter 62 Curious Cat

    Nadia fidgeted around the hall, pacing like a cat that just dodged a bucket of water.The chaos of the whole cock-slicing, knight-stomping incident still lingered in her chest, but more than anything, relief washed over her. Relief... and maybe a touch of shame.
    She hated admitting it, but despite trusting Artis and his oh-so-blunt revelations about her dad being a useless drunk and a magnet for shitty "friends," there had been tiny, nagging doubts in the back of her mind.
    Little dust bunnies of suspicion that whispered, What if he's wrong? Well, those doubts were officially dead¡ªsliced to bits and punted into oblivion, just like the knight's manhood.
    From the other room, she could hear her father shuffling around like the indecisive little worm he was. Probably mustering up the energy to make his first real decision in his entire pathetic life.
    Not that she gave a single fuck about what he decided. Hell, he could flip a coin on whether to cry or drink himself stupid for all she cared.
    Nadia's lips curled into a bitter scowl as flashes of that scene crept back into her mind. She clenched her fists, a chill shooting down her spine.
    Her eyes darted toward the closed door, and bile rose in her throat as her thoughts spiraled.
    'Was he seriously just going to sit there and let that bastard have his way with Mom... and maybe even me?'
    Her stomach churned, and her face contorted with disgust as she stomped a foot to shake off the memory.
    "Fucking coward," she muttered under her breath.
    A shiver ran through her body, but she quickly shook her head like she was trying to fling the bad vibes out of her hair.
    'Nope, not going there. Not tonight. Fuck that guy, fuck this house, and fuck every ounce of DNA I share with him.'
    With one last deep breath, she straightened her back and cracked her knuckles.
    Nadia's mind suddenly betrayed her as it fixated on the scene from earlier¡ªher mom and Artis shamelessly clinging to each other like horny teenagers, blood, severed dicks, and all.
    The absolute audacity! They hadn't even batted an eye at the mess or the fact that family members were present.
    It was like they'd stepped into their own little love bubble, completely oblivious to how inappropriate it all was.
    Her face turned so red it could've lit up a room, and the heat in her cheeks felt like it was going to fry her brain cells.
    'Nope, nope, nope. Bad thoughts be gone. Good thoughts only.'
    She smacked her flushed cheeks with both hands, her palms sinking into her soft, plump skin as she tried to reset her brain like a buggy computer.
    But it didn't work. Nope. Because no matter how much she tried to play innocent, she was still a woman¡ªand women are fucking curious.
    Her gaze slowly, traitorously, drifted toward Artis's room, the door now closed like it held the world's juiciest secret. Her throat went dry, and she gulped hard enough for her chest to bounce.
    'What are they even doing in there? It can't be¡­'
    Her eyes widened.
    'No¡­no way they're doing that, right? They wouldn't. They couldn't. He hasn't even done that with me!'
    Her legs twitched before her brain could stop them, taking one shaky step toward the door. And then another.
    Her fingers flexed, and her mind raced with scandalous possibilities. But just as her hand started to rise¡ªlike the horny, curious idiot she was¡ªNadia froze.
    'Nope. Nope. Abort. Not gonna witness some nasty family drama tonight.'
    She shook her head violently, her ponytail whipping around, before turning and sprinting to her room like the devil himself was chasing her.
    She slammed the door shut behind her, panting like she'd just run a marathon.
    Throwing herself onto her bed, Nadia buried her face in her pillow and let out a muffled scream. Her thighs squeezed together instinctively, her mind still buzzing with what ifs.
    Death and gore? Eh, just another Tuesday in this godforsaken world. Nadia could stomach the blood, guts, and severed dicks.
    That wasn't what was throwing her off. No, what really had her spinning was the mental image of her mom getting all lovey-dovey with someone. And not just someone¡ªfucking Artis.
    'Goddamn it, Mom, why are you acting like a horny teenager?'
    Nadia groaned internally, flopping back onto her bed. She tried to shake the thought, but nope, it clung to her brain like a bad song.
    "Sigh¡­what the fuck should I do? I need to apologize," she muttered, her voice muffled by her pillow. "But¡­will he even forgive me?"
    Her mind flashed back to Artis's earlier words about old guards and their techniques for finding poison in "suspicious women." She cringed so hard her toes curled.
    'God, why do I keep thinking about that?'
    She rolled over, staring at the ceiling, and tried to talk herself out of her spiraling thoughts.
    "They must be sleeping."
    She told herself, nodding like an idiot trying to convince herself of something she didn't believe.
    "He's probably exhausted from all this shit, and Mom's probably still shaken from that cockless knight incident. There's no fucking way they're doing¡­ that. Simply. No. Way."
    Her words sounded convincing, but her brain wasn't buying it.
    Sitting up straight, Nadia slapped her cheeks lightly to focus.
    'Okay, focus. Artis might be a pervert, sure, but he's mature. Right? He wouldn't pull something stupid like that¡­ right?'
    She nodded again, her ponytail bobbing with newfound determination.
    'And Mom? Mom's still that pie-baking, sweet-talking, lady-of-the-house kind of woman. There's no way she's doing something¡­ something¡­ fuck, I don't even want to think about it.'
    She exhaled loudly, crossing her arms as if to shield herself from the mental images creeping in.
    "They're probably just¡­ talking. Or sleeping. That's it. Nothing dirty."
    But as much as she tried to convince herself, her imagination refused to behave. Every time she closed her eyes, her brain fed her a different scandalous scenario. The noises. The whispers. The¡­ movements.
    "Fuck me sideways," she muttered, burying her face in her hands. "Why do I even care?!"
    Even though she wanted to let it go, a small, traitorous voice in her head whispered: Because you wish it was you in there instead of Mom.
    Her eyes snapped open, her cheeks burning hotter than the surface of the sun.
    "Nope. Nope. NOPE."
    She hissed, flinging herself back down onto the bed and pulling her blanket over her head.
    "Tomorrow. I'll deal with this shit tomorrow."
    She grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut. But even under the blanket, her mind wouldn't stop taunting her with images of Artis's smirk and her mom's giggles.
    But no matter what, she was still a women. And women are...
    Nadia stomped down the hallway like a woman on a mission, her nightie doing a piss-poor job of keeping her modesty intact.
    The hem flipped and flared with every determined step, showing off her jiggling ass cheeks that could probably clap hard enough to summon thunder.
    Her boobs? Oh, they were bouncing too¡ªwildly, like they were trying to escape their flimsy prison. S§×ar?h the n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'Thank fuck that cockless knight had been too drunk and horny to tell me and Mom apart earlier, otherwise, I might've been the one needing Artis to swoop in and save me.'
    She glared at the door just a few feet away, her determination outweighing any common sense she might've had.
    "Alright, here goes nothing," she whispered, taking a deep breath.
    'They must be sleeping. Yeah. Just sleeping. This isn't weird. This is totally normal.'
    But as much as her brain tried to sell her that lie, her body had other plans. Her legs carried her forward with a determination that screamed curiosity killed the cat¡ªand might fuck her over too.
    Every step made her thighs rub together, the friction heating her up like she was her own goddamn fireplace.
    She wasn't even sure why she was doing this anymore. Was it because she didn't trust Artis? Because she thought her mom might be too vulnerable right now? Or¡­ was it something else?
    She gulped as her hand reached for the doorknob. Her fingers trembled, her breath hitching.
    'This is fine. I'll just peek in, make sure they're¡­ I don't know, not doing anything weird. And then I'll go back to bed like a good girl. Yeah, totally normal behavior.'
    Except her heart was racing like she was about to walk into a goddamn sex dungeon.
    And deep down, a small, shameful voice whispered: What if they're not sleeping? What if they're¡­
    Her cheeks burned as her imagination ran wild, painting vivid mental pictures of Artis's cocky grin and her mom's flushed face. She shook her head violently, trying to banish the image.
    'Nope. Nope. Don't go there. Just open the door, take a look, and leave. Simple.'
    But the real question wasn't whether they were doing something. It was whether she wanted them to be.
    Nadia slid the shoji door open with the grace of a ninja and the curiosity of a cat¡ªand holy fuck, what she saw on the other side nearly short-circuited her entire brain.
    Her jaw dropped faster than her dignity, and she clung to the doorframe like her knees were about to give out.
    Her mother¡ªher respectable, modest, pie-baking mom¡ªwas down on her knees, doing things that would've made a succubus blush.
    "Not everyone can take my monster fully like you do, Mommy..."
    And then, her mother's sultry voice chimed in, slathered in pride and mischief.
    "Don't underestimate us old folks, baby. We know way more than you horny youngsters."
    There was a pause, followed by an exaggerated, wet "Mwah! Gwak! Gwak!"
    Nadia's eyes went wide as saucers, her grip on the doorframe tightening to keep herself upright. Her mind was racing, desperately trying to process what the fuck was happening.
    'What the fuck! What the hell is going on?! And how...how can she jut gulp that thing all down like that?'

 Chapter 63 Lovely Mommy-Son Session!

    A little earlier."Come on, Mommy, let's go. Watch your step here. Here, let me hold you closer."
    Artis slid his arm around Juliana's waist like a smug bastard who'd just won a prize at the fair. Juliana practically melted into his side, her face redder than a cherry on a drunkard's sundae.
    "Yes, baby¡­ keep your Mommy close¡­"
    She whispered breathily, clutching her chest like some innocent fair maiden¡ªexcept fair maidens didn't usually have that wicked little sparkle in their eyes.
    "I'll hold you so close... you'll swear you can feel my hand on those plum ass cheeks of yours."
    Juliana blinked, confused for half a second¡ªuntil she felt it. His hand slithered down like a man on a mission, and before she knew it, his fingers were sinking into her ass like it was fresh bread dough.
    "Mmm~ Artis, baby, it's not me thinking¡­ your hand is on my ass."
    She looked up at him with a sly, teasing smile, like she'd just caught him red-handed¡ªwhich, to be fair, she had.
    "What are you talking about, Jul? I would never¡­"
    Artis put on the most dramatic, wounded expression, like she'd just accused him of a crime against humanity. Meanwhile, his hand was still kneading her soft, juicy flesh like he was auditioning for a role at a bakery.
    Juliana's face heated even more, but she didn't pull away.
    The whole ordeal with the knight had left Juliana shaken, but Artis¡ªcocky bastard that he was¡ªhad worked his magic like a pro.
    Teasing her, charming her, making her feel so wanted that the fear practically melted off her like butter on hot bread.
    'If it wasn't for him¡­ No. I don't want to think about that.'
    Juliana gave her head a little shake, as if physically batting the thought away. It caught Artis's sharp eye immediately.
    "Stop worrying about useless shit."
    He muttered, voice dripping with both annoyance and protectiveness.
    "Nobody's gonna lay a fucking finger on you ever again. Not that useless excuse of a husband of yours, not some oversized knight with a cock complex¡ªno one."
    Her heart fluttered at his words. Without thinking, she leaned up on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. The man might have been a shameless flirt, but fuck if he didn't make her feel safe¡­ and seen.
    "Thank you, Artis."
    Juliana smiled, leaning her head against his chest. Gods, she felt so safe with him. So fucking young again, like she'd been transported back to a time when a man's touch could make her heart race and her skin tingle.
    Sure, the whole situation might've been wrong¡ªwildly inappropriate, borderline scandalous¡ªbut who the fuck cared?
    She was just a sad, neglected woman who wanted to feel good after years of lying next to that limp dick of a husband.
    And Artis? He was so good at making her feel good.
    She glanced up at him again and blinked in surprise.
    His jaw was clenched tight, practically quivering, and those sharp eyes of his were locked dead ahead like he was staring down a personal enemy.
    He looked pissed. Feral, even.
    Her eyes dropped lower and¡ªoh. That explained it. S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    His hands, which had so graciously been kneading her ass just minutes ago, were now gripping her hips like he was this close to pinning her to the nearest wall and doing unholy things to her right there.
    "What is it, baby? Why do you have that look?"
    Juliana's voice was soft, a little husky, as she reached up and cupped his chin with those delicate hands.
    Her touch was tender, but Artis wasn't exactly in a tender mood. Especially not when his eyes dropped¡ªoh fuck.
    Her nightgown was low-cut. Very low-cut. Her perfect, heavy tits were practically pleading for freedom, the soft swells of her melons just one errant breath away from spilling out.
    Artis swallowed hard. His brain short-circuited.
    How the hell was he supposed to focus on a conversation when her boobs looked like they were about to audition for a breakout role?
    "He hurt you..."
    Artis finally managed, his voice rough and throaty, like he'd just gargled whiskey and gravel.
    "I can't fucking forget the look on your face when I found you. The pain, the fear, the helplessness¡ªI hated that. I hated seeing you like that."
    Goddammit, even while pissed, he somehow managed to look hot¡ªhis jaw clenched, his broad chest rising and falling like a man barely holding his rage in check.
    Juliana's heart gave a flutter. Fuck, she was gone for this man.
    "Baby, it's alright," she whispered, her lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. "You've shown me today that you'll always protect me. Always."
    She stepped closer, pressing her warm body against his, her full chest brushing against him like it was trying to distract him. She tipped her head up, her lips so close he could count her breaths.
    "You'll be my shield¡­ and my sword," she said slowly. "I know it."
    Artis blinked, his gaze fixed¡ªno, fucking glued¡ªto her lips. The way her mouth moved was practically sinful.
    The slow, teasing curl of her smile. The flick of her tongue as it darted out to wet her bottom lip. And then¡ªfuck. She bit it.
    That soft, pink bottom lip.
    Artis's blood boiled.
    Her innocent little smile might as well have been a giant neon sign screaming, "TAKE ME NOW," and Artis wasn't known for ignoring signs.
    His hands, which had been resting lightly on her hips, gripped harder, like he was moments away from pulling her so close she'd become a permanent fixture on his body.
    'Damn, what a fucking milf.'
    Artis thought, his eyes blatantly wandering over Juliana's curves.
    Her nightgown clung to her body like it owed him a favor, showing off every dip, every bounce of her soft, sinful figure. He bit his lip and smirked.
    'I could bend her over this second and make her sing, but nah¡­ teasing's too much fun.'
    His teasing smile crept across his face, and Juliana caught it immediately. She narrowed her eyes, her lips twitching upward into an answering grin.
    "What? What kind of mischief are you up to now?"
    She asked, her voice playful, though her gaze definitely noticed how he was staring at her boobs like he was solving a goddamn riddle.
    "Oh, nothing. Just thinking¡­ if I'd been sweet to you from the very start, how would our relationship have evolved, hmm?"
    That made Juliana pause. Her brows furrowed, and she genuinely looked like she was giving it thought, which¡ªfrankly¡ªwas adorable as hell. Then she smiled up at him, her cheeks just a little pink.
    "Well," she said softly, "I'm glad our relationship has evolved into this now."
    Artis leaned in closer, his teasing tone returning.
    "What would you have done differently if I was just a baby when you met me?"
    "You were a baby when I met you," she shot back, raising a brow.
    "No, not that! I mean like¡­ what if I was, I dunno, one or two?"
    Juliana tilted her head, her lips pursing in concentration. It was so damn cute it nearly killed him¡ªlike watching a kitten try to solve a puzzle.
    "Well then," she said with a dramatic sigh, "I'd have raised you like Nadia. With an iron fist."
    She puffed her chest out in mock seriousness, her tits jiggling slightly with the effort, and Artis immediately snorted.
    "Iron fist? You?" he scoffed, barely able to hold back his laugh. "Woman, stop joking before I pull a muscle."
    Juliana gave him a playful smack on the arm, though she couldn't stop smiling.
    "I could do it!"
    "You? With your soft, titty-hugging gowns and your 'oh baby protect me' voice? Please."
    Artis smirked, shaking his head.
    "The only fist you've got is soft and squishy, and I'm pretty sure it'd bounce right off a toddler's ass."
    Juliana gasped, her hand flying to her chest as if offended, but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes betrayed her.
    Juliana stopped mid-step, raising her arm and flexing her so-called "bicep" like she was ready to wrestle a bear. Then she patted it like it was made of pure iron instead of soft flesh.
    "See this? I would've whooped your tiny baby ass so hard you'd be bawling for days."
    Artis raised a brow, his lips curling into a shit-eating grin. "
    Whoop my ass? Woman, you better pray I don't whoop this ass right here and now."
    Juliana gasped like she'd been caught sneaking cookies from a jar. Her face turned crimson as she spun around, both hands flying to cover her plump ass like it was the crown jewels.
    "N-No! Have mercy, please!"
    She stammered, her voice cracking like a guilty schoolgirl.
    Artis couldn't hold back his laugh. The way her ass jiggled as she fumbled to protect it was downright hypnotic.
    "Aww, look at you."
    He cooed mockingly, reaching out to pat her head like she was a misbehaving kitten. Then, with a devilish grin, he pinched her blushing cheeks.
    "Such a cutie. Alright, fine. I'll show mercy¡­ for now."
    Juliana sighed with relief, but Artis wasn't done yet.
    "But hey, what if I were one of those crying babies? You know, screaming my lungs out all day. What would you have done then, huh?"
    That stopped Juliana dead in her tracks. She blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire
    "What?"
    Artis smirked and crossed his arms, tilting his head.
    "You heard me. How would you have calmed me down? Baby Artis, crying like he's got a wet diaper and needs attention."
    Juliana went quiet, her face unreadable¡­ until a sly smile crept onto her lips.
    "You really wanna know?"

 Chapter 64 A Sudden Change in Mommy!

    "You really wanna know?"Artis arched a brow. Sear?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "I mean¡­ yeah."
    "Alright then, come on."
    Juliana said, suddenly grabbing his hand. Before Artis could process what was happening, she was dragging him toward his room.
    His eyes widened, but his grin grew wider as his gaze shamelessly trailed down. The way her hips swayed with every determined step was sinful.
    Her soft ass cheeks moved like they were having their own private conversation¡ªone bounce at a time¡ªand her thighs jiggled with every quick stride, leaving him hypnotized.
    "Damn¡­"
    He muttered under his breath, not even bothering to hide his appreciation.
    Juliana glanced back, catching his stare, and her cheeks turned red again¡ªbut she didn't stop.
    "What?" she teased over her shoulder, voice dripping with faux innocence. "Don't tell me you're crying already, baby boy."
    Artis let out a low chuckle, his pulse quickening as he followed her into the room like a moth to a flame.
    "Oh, trust me¡­ if I'm crying, it's 'cause I can't decide which part of you I wanna grab first."
    Juliana rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the smirk tugging at her lips.
    "Pervert."
    "Guilty as charged," Artis shot back with zero shame. "Now¡­ what exactly are we doing here?"
    She stopped just outside his room, her hips swaying like they were auditioning for a damn music video, and cracked the door open.
    Without a word, she stepped inside, tugging him along like he was a lovesick puppy. The second she closed the door, Artis could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.
    "Jul, what are we¡ª?"
    "Shh," she hushed him with a single finger to his lips, her mischievous smile turning his brain into absolute mush.
    She strutted toward the bed¡ªno, strutted was too tame. She glided, each step perfectly calculated to make her ass jiggle and the hem of her gown dance over her thighs like a tease sent from hell.
    Reaching the edge of the bed, she sat down with all the grace of a queen and patted the mattress beside her.
    "Come here, baby," she said softly, her voice dripping with honey and sin.
    Artis froze for a second¡ªhalf from excitement, half from his brain short-circuiting¡ªbefore following her lead and sitting down.
    Then she did it. She patted her lap. Her fucking lap.
    Artis blinked. Was this heaven? Had he died and ascended without knowing it? But she didn't have time for his hesitation.
    With a firm but gentle tug, she guided him down until his head landed right in her lap.
    And holy fuck.
    From this angle, her two god-tier mommy milkers were front and center, hanging so close to his face he could practically feel their warmth.
    Her neckline, already flirting with danger, now looked like it was begging for an "accident."
    Beyond that, her gorgeous, sultry face beamed down at him with the kind of smile that could turn a man into a simp in under five seconds.
    "You wanna know how I'd calm a crying baby Art?"
    She purred, her fingers trailing gently through his hair.
    Artis swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as hell.
    "G-Gulp¡­ Y-yeah¡­?"
    He had a pretty fucking good idea where this was going, and if he was right, he was about to cry out of sheer joy.
    Juliana's lips curled into a wicked smile.
    "Like this."
    And with zero hesitation, she grabbed the neckline of her gown and yanked it down. All the way down.
    Artis's eyes damn near popped out of his skull as her enormous tits¡ªfull, soft, and bouncy¡ªspilled out into the open like two creamy blessings from the gods. No bra. Just bare, milky perfection. Her nipples, already a little flushed and hard, teased him as if they were daring him to touch.
    'Fuck, yes. Fuck, fuck, yes.'
    Juliana tilted her head, holding her tits up in her hands like she was offering him the holy grail.
    "Who's a good boy?"
    She cooed, her voice soft and sweet but absolutely filthy.
    Artis's brain officially quit. The only thing left was pure instinct and a desperate, overwhelming urge to latch onto those heavenly boobs and never let go.
    'I wanna lick, I wanna suck, I wanna die happy right here.'
    Somewhere in the back of his mind, Artis thought he should respond. Say something clever. Tease her back. But all that came out was a hoarse, broken,
    "Me¡­ I'm the good boy."
    Juliana giggled, her tits jiggling with the motion, and Artis swore he saw his soul leave his body.
    "Good boy," she whispered. "Now¡­ let Mommy take care of you."
    'Holy fucking shit.'
    Juliana leaned down ever so slightly, the movement making her tits sway in front of his face like hypnotic pendulums of milky perfection.
    Artis's breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling as he fought the primal urge to launch himself at her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
    Her soft hand cupped his cheek, pulling his gaze up to meet hers.
    "What's wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?"
    She teased, biting her lip in that way that made him want to lose all self-control.
    'Tongue?'
    Oh, his tongue wasn't lost. He knew exactly where he wanted to put it.
    "N-Not yet."
    Artis muttered, his voice low and rough, his eyes glued to her nipples as if they held the secrets to the universe. He could feel his cock straining against his pants like it was ready to rip through fabric and salute her properly.
    Juliana smirked, clearly enjoying every second of his torture.
    "Hmm. You're so cute when you're flustered. You act like you've never seen a pair of tits before."
    She leaned closer, the soft skin of her breasts brushing against his forehead, and whispered,
    "But I know you've been dreaming about mine, haven't you?"
    "F-fuck."
    Artis groaned, his head sinking deeper into her lap as his hands twitched. He couldn't take it anymore¡ªhe needed to touch her.
    His hands shot up, gently cupping her tits like he was handling the most precious treasure in the world.
    The warmth, the softness, the weight¡ªeverything about them was fucking perfect.
    He gave them a careful squeeze, his thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples, and Juliana let out the sweetest little moan that made his cock throb painfully.
    "Hmm~ Someone's getting bold."
    She cooed, arching her back slightly to push her tits even further into his hands.
    "Go on, baby. Be a good boy and show Mommy how much you love her."
    Artis didn't need to be told twice. His mouth latched onto one of her nipples, sucking greedily while his other hand kneaded her other breast like it was dough he was trying to bake with love.
    Juliana gasped, her hand flying to the back of his head to hold him there as if she never wanted him to let go.
    "Fuck, Artis," she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Good boy¡­ you're such a good boy."
    Her praise went straight to his dick like a shot of adrenaline.
    He groaned against her nipple, his tongue flicking and swirling around it while he sucked harder, determined to make her moan his name.
    Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging softly as she bit her lip, trying to suppress the noises threatening to spill out.
    But Artis wasn't having that.
    He pulled away from her nipple just long enough to look up at her, his lips shiny and wet.
    "Don't hold back," he murmured, his voice dark and husky. "I want to hear how much you love this."
    Juliana's eyes widened, her face turning redder than a cherry.
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    "W-What¡ª?"
    Before she could finish, Artis dove back in, his mouth attacking her other nipple with the same fervor. Juliana gasped loudly this time, her back arching as a long, desperate moan escaped her lips.
    "Ahh~ Fuck, baby¡­ Yes, just like that¡­"
    Artis grinned against her skin, knowing he had her exactly where he wanted her.
    Her legs shifted restlessly beneath him, her breathing growing more erratic as his hands and tongue worked her over.
    Her moans filled the room like music, each one sending another jolt of arousal straight to his cock.
    'I swear to fucking god, I'm never letting go of this woman.'
    "Good boys," she whispered breathlessly, looking down at him with a dazed, lustful expression. "Good boys deserve rewards¡­"
    Juliana's smirk turned downright sinful as her delicate hand slid under the hem of Artis's robe, her fingertips teasing along his thigh.
    Artis froze like a statue, his breath caught in his throat as he felt her soft, warm touch inching closer to his aching cock.
    But he was liking this new version of Juliana. Not the soft and cute but this dominant woman who knows what she wants.
    "F-fuck¡­ what are you doing?"
    He stammered, though his body betrayed him¡ªhis hips twitched ever so slightly, begging her to keep going.
    "What does it look like I'm doing, baby?" she purred, leaning down so her breath tickled his ear. "I told you¡­ Mommy always rewards good boys."

 Chapter 65 Changing Lore and Mommy

    "What does it look like I'm doing, baby?" she purred, leaning down so her breath tickled his ear. "I told you¡­ Mommy always rewards good boys."Before he could respond with some half-assed attempt at sass, her hand wrapped around him¡ªfirm, warm, and so goddamn perfect he nearly lost it right there.
    'Damn, that's so biiiggg...how is he controlling this thing?'
    She thought, as she felt his cock on her hand.
    "Fuck¡ªJuliana."
    He groaned, his head tilting back as his entire body tensed. Her fingers explored him, slowly stroking up his length like she was savoring every inch of his cock.
    The way she handled him, teasing but confident, made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.
    "Mmm~"
    Juliana hummed, her eyes full of mischievous delight as she watched his face contort with pleasure.
    "Well, well¡­ someone's happy to see me."
    Artis choked out a laugh between ragged breaths, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him for dear life.
    "Y-you think? With those tits in my face and your hand on my cock? I'm fucking ecstatic."
    Juliana giggled, her hand tightening around him as she gave him a slow, deliberate stroke.
    "Such a mouth on you¡­ Maybe I should keep you quiet."
    "Don't threaten me with a good time."
    Artis shot back, his grin half-feral despite the way his voice wavered under her touch.
    "Oh, I'm not threatening you, baby," he whispered, her lips hovering just above his. "I'm promising."
    Her hand moved faster now, her fingers gliding over his shaft in a rhythm that had his hips jerking up involuntarily to meet her.
    Artis groaned again, deep and guttural, his cock throbbing in her palm as she worked him like she'd been doing this to him for years.
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    "Juliana¡ªfuck¡ªif you keep doing that, I'm not gonna last," he warned, his voice hoarse and strained.
    She tutted softly, shaking her head as if scolding a naughty child. "Already? My poor, desperate baby¡­"
    Then, without warning, she leaned down and kissed him¡ªhard. Her lips crashed against his, her tongue slipping into his mouth and stealing what little sanity he had left. Artis kissed her back with everything he had, his hands flying up to grab her waist and pull her closer.
    Juliana moaned into his mouth, her hand still wrapped around his cock, pumping him with long, firm strokes. The combined sensation of her lips on his and her hand working him had him teetering on the edge of oblivion.
    "Fuck¡­ Jul¡­ I'm¡ª"
    "Shh, baby," she whispered against his lips, her eyes glowing with wicked amusement. "Let it all out for Mommy."
    With one final squeeze and a twist of her wrist, Artis's body went rigid, a strangled groan escaping his throat as he came hard. His vision blurred, fireworks exploding behind his eyes as pleasure crashed over him in waves. Juliana didn't stop, milking every last drop out of him like it was her personal mission.
    When he finally collapsed back onto her lap, his chest heaving and sweat dripping down his forehead, Juliana smirked down at him, looking far too smug for his liking.
    "Well, that was adorable," she teased, brushing a damp lock of hair from his face. "Good boys really are so easy to please."
    Artis let out a breathless laugh, his eyelids fluttering open as he grinned up at her. "You say that like it wasn't the best handjob of my life."
    Juliana chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Oh, baby¡­ That was just the warm-up. Mommy's not done with you yet."
    Artis's eyes widened, his cock twitching in response despite his exhaustion. "Holy fuck¡­"
    Juliana winked, running her fingers gently along his chest. "What's wrong, baby? Can't handle a real woman?"
    He swallowed hard, a mix of fear and excitement flashing in his eyes. "Oh, I can handle you¡­ Just don't blame me if you end up begging for mercy."
    Juliana laughed, throwing her head back as she teased him with her fingers.
    "Oh, honey¡­ I don't beg. I make you beg."
    And Artis, looking up at the most beautiful and dangerous woman he'd ever known, couldn't help but grin like a madman. He was so fucked.
    'What the actual fuck is going on here? Where is small, shy, pure Juliana? Who replaced her with this horny goddess of destruction?'
    Artis's brain was doing somersaults. He could've sworn this woman was supposed to be a timid MILF with a "please-don't-touch-me" vibe. That was the goddamn lore!
    'Wait a fucking minute...'
    He thought, his brows furrowing.
    'Has this woman ever been laid in the novel? Or was she just sitting here with pent-up horny energy like a bomb waiting to blow?'
    He blinked, replaying the smutty chapters in his mind like a highlight reel. Oh yeah, he remembered exactly when he read the part where Juliana was finally about to get some action. His cock had practically exploded just reading it. Literally and figuratively.
    Sure, the story was supposed to lead to her getting NTR'd by none other than our dear youn gmaster, but honestly? Artis had enjoyed that shit because he imagined himself as the guy doing the stealing.
    That was the fun part. The bully. The one snatching wives and leaving cuckold tears in his wake. But then¡­ fate fucked him over.
    Now? Now he was the poor bastard who was supposed to be NTR'd. Him. In the body of the sad little son no one wanted.
    'Like hell that's ever gonna happen now!'
    Artis's lip curled into a wicked grin.
    He looked up at Juliana, her lips curling into a sultry smile, her massive tits still spilling out like they had a mind of their own. She wasn't the innocent, "please-save-me" damsel anymore. No, this was the final boss.
    And damn it, Artis wasn't just going to survive this game. He was going to win.
    "Seems like just your hand isn't gonna cut it here, Mommy."
    Artis said, his voice low and teasing as his cock twitched in her grip.
    "What's your next move then?"
    Juliana's lips curled into a feverish smirk, her black eyes practically glowing with mischief.
    "Oh, baby..."
    She purred, pulling her hand out of his pants slowly, fingers dripping with his sticky, white cum,
    "since you were so desperate to drink my nonexistent milk, I'm going to milk you dry instead. By the time I'm done, you'll be begging me to stop."
    She held up her cum-coated fingers like a trophy, examining them with a mock-serious expression before bringing them closer to her face.
    Her delicate nose flared as she took a slow, deliberate sniff, her eyelids fluttering shut like she was high on his scent.
    Artis's cock throbbed at the sight, and his breath hitched when she opened her eyes again, locking her smoldering gaze onto him.
    "Goddamn, you taste sinful."
    She murmured, her tongue darting out to swipe along the tip of her index finger. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating in her throat as she slid the whole finger into her mouth, sucking on it like it was his cock.
    Each finger got its turn¡ªthoroughly licked, sucked, and teased with obscene slurping sounds that left her lips shiny and wet.
    Trails of saliva connected her fingers to her mouth as she pulled them free, her tongue swirling to clean every last drop.
    Artis was stunned¡ªno, shook. This wasn't just surprising; this was next-level, pants-dropping, jaw-hitting-the-floor what the fuck is happening territory.
    For the longest time, he'd been the puppeteer, the one pulling the strings, making women sing to his tune.
    But now? Oh, baby, this was new. This wild energy Juliana was exuding had him questioning his life choices and considering writing a will.
    He couldn't help but grin like a cocky bastard as she practically radiated dominance.
    "Well, shit, Jul, who knew you had this side in you?"
    He teased, his voice low and rough, like he wasn't two seconds away from getting his ass handed to him¡ªliterally.
    Juliana's eyes glinted with mischief as she licked her lips.
    "Tasty. Tasty. I want to taste this straight from the source. No gown. No bullshit. Just pure you, baby."
    Artis barely had time to blink before her hands were on him, and her words snapped his cock to full attention like a soldier saluting the flag.
    "And what are¡ªooh! Fuck!"
    His question turned into a guttural groan as Juliana, with the precision and ferocity of a lioness on the hunt, flipped the script entirely.
    In one swift move, she shoved him off her lap like he was nothing but a sack of horny potatoes and onto the bed.
    Before he could even register what was happening, she was on her knees¡ªnot in a demure, shy way, but in a you're-about-to-regret-your-entire-life-decisions way.
    Her hands shot to his thighs, spreading his legs wide like she was about to serve him on a silver platter. Artis let out a strangled laugh.
    "You are going to forget everything...You are going to regret everything...So let Mommy take care of you like you took care of me." S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    With that, Juliana tied her hair behind her and dove straight into her tasty popsicle.

 Chapter 66 Mommys special Throat Massage!

    Her hands clamped onto his thighs with the grip of a woman on a mission, spreading them wide like she was about to unveil the holy grail of all meals. Her eyes locked onto his bulge like it was a goddamn prize trophy.Artis couldn't help but chuckle, his cock twitching like it was trying to wave at her.
    "Mommy, what the fuck are you¡ª?"
    She cut him off with a smirk so devilish it could turn saints into sinners.
    "You're gonna forget everything, Artis. And you're gonna regret nothing. Now, shut the fuck up and let Mommy do what Mommy does best."
    With the flair of someone about to perform a grand finale, she reached behind her head and tied her hair into a loose ponytail. It wasn't just any ponytail¡ªit was the fuck-you-ready-for-this kind.
    Her boobs jiggled like they were auditioning for a wet dream, and the faint sheen of sweat on her skin glistened in the dim light, making her look like some X-rated goddess of war.
    Her armpits, for reasons Artis didn't understand but somehow couldn't ignore, had their own damn allure, as if even they were inviting him to sin.
    'Holy fuck.'
    His mind was spiraling. His cock? Harder than a sword ready for battle. His brain? Fully checked out.
    This was no ordinary fever dream¡ªthis was the kind of lucid dream that made you not want to wake up.
    Why take control when the chaos unfolding was better than anything his horny imagination could've cooked up?
    Then, with zero hesitation and the confidence of someone who had just been dared to wrestle a lion, Juliana yanked apart his robe.
    What popped out was nothing short of a masterpiece¡ªa beast standing tall and proud like it had been knighted by some horny god of lust.
    "Holy fucking shit..."
    Her voice came out in a breathless whisper, her eyes glued to the monster in front of her.
    Sure, she had felt it before¡ªoh, she felt it¡ªbut seeing it up close? That was an entirely different ballgame.
    It was like looking at a skyscraper and realizing you had to climb it barefoot.
    The girth alone made her gulp so hard her throat bobbed visibly. And those veins? They looked like roadmaps to ruin.
    This wasn't just a cock¡ªit was a weapon, a life-altering entity that had no business being attached to a human body.
    "You like what you see, huh?"
    Artis teased, his smug grin stretching from ear to ear. He had the audacity to chuckle, like he wasn't out here armed with a battering ram.
    "Heh, look at you, Miss Big Boss a minute ago. What happened? Cat got your tongue¡ªor is it something else?"
    Juliana's hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers wrapping gingerly around his thick shaft like she was handling a priceless artifact¡ªor a ticking time bomb.
    Her super dom energy evaporated the second her fingers grazed that heavy, throbbing beast.
    With a deliberate motion, she tilted it upright, the sheer weight of it resting heavily in her palm.
    She stared at it, her lips parting like she was about to say something profound¡ªbut nope, not a single word came out. Her brain had officially checked out.
    'What the actual fuck is this thing?! Is this even normal? Does he have some kind of rare cock mutation? Who the hell are his parents, and what kind of cursed genes did they pass down?!'
    Juliana was in awe, pure, unfiltered awe. She had seen her fair share of dicks¡ªokay, maybe not a lot, but enough to know this was in a whole other league.
    It wasn't a cock; it was a goddamn phenomenon. But she wasn't about to let it win. Nope, not today.
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    She was already in the lion's den, so she might as well wrestle the beast.
    Then, in a move so bold it made Artis's stomach do somersaults, she leaned in, her face dangerously close to his cock.
    Her hot breath tickled the sensitive skin, making it twitch like it had a mind of its own. And then, to his utter shock, she sniffed it.
    Like, really sniffed it.
    She started at his balls, dragging her nose up the length of his shaft like she was inspecting some rare artifact, pausing just beneath the thick, swollen head.
    "F-fuck, Juliana! What the hell are you¡ª"
    "Shut up," she snapped, her eyes narrowing with an intensity that could have melted steel. "I'm getting the full experience."
    Her nose lingered at the base, right above his balls, as she took the longest, most dramatic inhale known to mankind, complete with exaggerated sniffing noises.
    It wasn't subtle. It wasn't sexy. It was loud, shameless, and absolutely fucking ridiculous.
    "Hmm, musky, bold¡­ and oh, a tantalizing hint of sweat. Fucking delicious."
    Juliana grinned up at him, her tongue darting out to lick her lips like she'd just sampled some gourmet cuisine.
    "You're like a five-star fucking buffet down here. I don't even know where to start."
    Artis groaned, his head thudding back against the bedpost.
    "You're absolutely insane."
    "And your cock loves it," she shot back, giving the shaft a playful squeeze that made him jolt. "Admit it, Artis, you've never had this kind of VIP service before."
    Before he could retort, her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring her favorite dessert.
    The slick warmth of her tongue combined with her teasing pace had him biting back a string of curses. Her lips curled into a devilish smile when she felt his thighs tense beneath her hands.
    "Mmm, tastes even better than it smells."
    "Mommy, you're fucking killing me," he growled, his voice a raw mix of frustration and unbearable need.
    "Good," she whispered with a wink, her hand gripping his shaft tighter as her lips moved closer again. "Because I'm only just getting started."
    Her tongue flicked up the thick underside of his cock in playful little swipes, her movements agonizingly slow. S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Each pass sent a shiver through him, his legs twitching like they were short-circuiting.
    'Fuck! Fuck! Where did she even learn this from? Fuck!'
    Then she paused just beneath the swollen tip, her lips hovering there, letting him feel her hot breath tease the sensitive skin.
    Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and there it was¡ªthat look. Mischievous, unapologetic, and smug as fuck, like a cat perched on the edge of a counter about to shove the most expensive vase onto the floor.
    "Mommy, I swear to fuck, if you don't¡ª"
    She cut him off by licking the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip, her tongue swirling around like she was savoring a gourmet cocktail.
    He groaned as Juliana's soft, wet lips finally closed around his swollen tip, her tongue swirling in devious little circles that made his toes curl.
    His cock twitched in her mouth, betraying him completely, and she fucking laughed around him¡ªlaughed¡ªthe vibrations sending shockwaves straight to his soul.
    'Holy fuck, what the hell have I unleashed?'
    Artis thought, his fists clutching the bed sheets like they were the only things tethering him to sanity.
    'Damn, this is better than I thought! To think getting teased is also fun was something I didn't thought before...but goddamn!'
    Juliana, meanwhile, was putting on the performance of a lifetime.
    Her head bobbed up and down in a slow, teasing rhythm, savoring every inch like she'd discovered a sacred relic.
    The weight of him in her mouth had her both impressed and insulted.
    'Damn, this cock's not a dick¡ªit's a battering ram. How the fuck does he even walk around with this thing? It's a public hazard. A biological weapon.'
    She thought.
    'Hell, he should be registered under some dangerous goods act. But, ugh, I guess I owe him some world-class head for all the shit he's done for me.'
    Her lips stretched wide, her cheeks hollowing as she slid down further, her tongue tracing every bulging vein like she was memorizing a map.
    Artis let out a guttural moan that sounded like he was dying and ascending to heaven at the same time. His hips jerked, but she dug her nails into his thighs to keep him still.
    "Nuh-uh, big guy," she mumbled, pulling off with a loud pop and giving his shaft a playful slap. "I'm in charge now. Don't you dare fucking move unless you want me to stop."
    "Mommy, I swear to¡ªfuck¡ªif you stop, I'll¡ª"
    "You'll what? Cry? Beg?"
    She teased, her hand gliding up his slick shaft, squeezing just enough to make him gasp.
    "Don't worry, baby. I will not end this before making this monster practically useless."
    Before he could respond, her mouth was back on him, taking him deeper this time, her throat constricting slightly as she pushed her limits. His vision blurred, stars popping behind his eyes.
    "Shit, Mommy¡­ you're gonna kill me."
    "That's the plan."
    She said smugly, her mouth curving into a devilish grin even as she worked him over. She wasn't just giving him a blowjob¡ªshe was fucking conquering him.

 Chapter 67 Mommys special Throat Massage! (2)

    Juliana gagged slightly as she struggled to take in the sheer girth of Artis's nine-inch beast. The thing wasn't just a cock¡ªit was a fucking challenge.Veins like tree roots snaked along its length, and the tip looked like it was daring her to keep going. She'd barely managed to swallow a third of it before pulling back for air, her lips shiny and swollen.
    "Holy shit, how is this thing even attached to you?"
    She muttered, shooting him a glare while stroking his shaft with one hand.
    Artis hissed through clenched teeth, his hands tangling in her hair as if holding on for dear life.
    "Fuck, Mommy¡­ you're killing me here."
    Despite his apparent discomfort, Artis was smug as hell on the inside. This was new. Back in his original world, his "average monster" had done the job but never sent women into fits of obsession.
    He'd had to learn tricks¡ªhands, tongue, hell, even massages¡ªto keep them coming back. Now? This dual cultivation bullshit had turned him into a fucking god.
    'Shit, this isn't just a cock.'
    He thought, biting back a groan as Juliana licked her lips and dove back in, determination blazing in her eyes.
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    Juliana pulled off with a wet pop, panting slightly but refusing to back down.
    "You're awfully quiet up there. Should I be flattered or pissed that you're thinking while I'm choking on your fucking log?"
    "Just¡­ appreciating the effort."
    Artis said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably as her nails scraped lightly along his inner thigh.
    He shook his head, grinning like a bastard as he looked down at the absolute mess in front of him as she once again dove in.
    She was putting in work¡ªher eyes were red and watery, tears streaking her flushed cheeks while saliva dripped down her chin, bubbling and pooling around her lips like she was auditioning for the role of "Cock Enthusiast of the Year."
    Her determination was both hilarious and impressive. She was struggling to deepthroat his monster, but fuck if it didn't feel like heaven.
    'So tight, so fucking warm¡­ it's like sticking my dick in a goddamn furnace.'
    He thought with a smug grin, leaning back as her throat spasmed around him.
    Artis's cock twitched, not just from the physical sensation but from the sheer ego boost. He knew¡ªknew¡ªthat he'd just secured his place at the top of the sect's unofficial leaderboard.
    No other guy in the sect could claim to have a milf practically worshipping their cock like this.
    'I would've fucked this milf ages ago.'
    He mused, biting back a groan as she gagged again, sending vibrations straight to his core.
    'But that fucking scripture¡­'
    It wasn't just about raw lust anymore. Sure, he was still a horny bastard at heart, but picking up that damn dual cultivation scripture had flipped his whole perspective on sex. Apparently, it wasn't just about dicking women down¡ªit was an art form.
    The early chapters had hit him with revelations he never thought he'd care about: a technique to harness every single drop of yin and yang energy during intercourse.
    If he did it right, his cultivation base could get a boost of up to 150%.
    'Why settle for just busting nuts when I can weaponize my orgasms?'
    He thought smugly, glancing down at the milf as she took another shaky breath, her lips still wrapped around his cock.
    'Man, she's making it so fucking hard to resist¡­ fuck, I should wait a little longer.'
    Artis thought, wiping the nonexistent tears of self-restraint from his face.
    Every instinct screamed at him to stop being a gentleman, grab this succulent milf, and pound her into next week without a shred of mercy.
    But alas, the dual cultivation scripture demanded patience¡ªdamn its wisdom.
    "Ahhh¡­ fuck¡­ you're doing amazing, Mommy," he groaned, throwing his head back theatrically. "But I gotta feel that wet, slutty mouth all the way down to my base."
    Juliana's gaze locked onto his flushed face, her expression a mix of defiance and desperation. She looked like a woman wrestling with an Olympic-sized challenge¡ªand losing.
    Slowly, she slid her mouth off his cock, and it left her lips with an audible pop, glistening with saliva like it was auditioning for a porn awards show.
    "It's just¡­ too fucking big to fit in my mouth!"
    She gasped, panting as if she'd just run a marathon. Her cheeks were red, her lips swollen, and Artis couldn't help but admire her effort. She looked wrecked, but in the best way possible.
    Artis chuckled, shaking his head like a benevolent king.
    "Don't worry, it's okay. You're doing great. It's not like I'm not enjoying the show."
    Oh, he was enjoying it all right. He had the hottest milf ever slobbering over his cock like her life depended on it. If there was ever a moment to thank the gods¡ªor the author of this ridiculous universe¡ªthis was it.
    'Fuck me, I really hit the jackpot.'
    "Guess there's still something you haven't learned yet, huh?"
    Artis said with a smirk that could melt steel. He leaned forward, brushing a strand of her loose hair behind her ear with the finesse of a man who knew exactly how to ruin her.
    Then, with a gentle but firm grip, he cupped the back of her head and guided her down, his cock grazing her cheek like it owned the place.
    "Start here," he instructed, pointing her straight toward his heavy, throbbing balls. "Suck on them. And don't forget the balls. That's your second task."
    Juliana blinked up at him, her cheeks already flushed crimson.
    "I've never¡­"
    "First time for everything, sweetheart. Just trust me."
    His grin widened, the kind that said, You're gonna thank me for this later.
    She sighed heavily, the kind of sigh you let out before committing to something both terrifying and life-altering.
    Her lips pressed softly against one of his balls, her hot breath making his skin prickle. Then, slowly, her tongue darted out, giving him an experimental lick that had his knees buckling.
    "Oh fuck¡­ that's it," Artis groaned, his head lolling back. "You've got this. Be a good girl and don't stop."
    Juliana, her face now glowing with determination (and sheer stubbornness), parted her lips and sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
    The sensation sent shockwaves straight through his body, his hands instinctively gripping her hair.
    She worked her way up to both, her tongue swirling while her hand jerked his cock, saliva dripping messily onto the floor.
    "Holy shit¡­ this is¡ªfuck¡ªit's amazing," he stammered, barely holding himself together.
    And then there it was: his cock resting lazily on her flushed, gorgeous face, the sheer length of it dwarfing her features in a way that made Artis feel like he'd won life itself.
    Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her eyes half-lidded and full of lust as she gazed up at him, moaning softly.
    "Mmmmh¡­"
    Juliana moaned around him, her eyes rolling back like she was on the verge of seeing God¡ªor maybe just the stars.
    She was lost in it now, and so was he. Because, let's face it: there wasn't a man alive who wouldn't want to frame this moment and hang it on the wall.
    "The idea isn't to cram the whole damn shaft in at once, Jul. You've got to let it glide down your throat¡ªlike a good little whore."
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    Artis said with a smirk that dripped with dominance. His cock twitched as he watched her wide-eyed expression, equal parts nervous and intrigued.
    "H-how...can...I...even...do...that?"
    She stammered, her lips trembling, her voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
    "Let me show you."
    His voice dropped an octave, deep and husky, like a devil whispering forbidden secrets. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down her spine. It was like he had become an entirely different person¡ªdangerous, commanding, and ridiculously hot.
    Standing up from the bed, his cock swaying with authority, he grabbed her face with both hands, tilting her head back just enough to make her feel small and submissive.
    "Open your mouth."
    Juliana hesitated for a second, swallowing hard, before parting her lips obediently.
    "Good girl."
    He murmured, his thumbs caressing her flushed cheeks.
    "Now, rest your tongue on the bottom of your mouth and let the shaft slide in naturally. Don't fight it. There's gonna be gagging¡ªfuck, there's always gagging¡ªbut you've got to endure it. Once you've got the base in, relax your throat. Let it in deeper. Push yourself. It won't be easy, but you need to try."
    Juliana's wide eyes locked onto his, her breath shallow. His instructions sounded like a goddamn boot camp for sinful acts, and yet, something about the way he spoke made her want to rise to the challenge¡ªor, in this case, sink to it.
    She nodded, her throat already tightening at the thought, but her hands steadied herself on his thighs as she prepared for the inevitable.
    She was about to face the final boss of blowjobs, and there was no turning back now.

 Chapter 68 Mommys special Throat Massage! (3)

    Artis grinned down at her, his cock stretching her lips so wide it looked like she was trying to deep-throat a damn baguette."That's it, Mommy. Breathe through your nose. Slow and steady, like you're savoring your favorite dessert."
    Juliana's nails dug into his thighs, her watery eyes locked on his smirking face.
    'Favorite dessert? This is more like trying to swallow a fucking baseball bat!'
    Her throat clenched involuntarily as the monster slid deeper, the wet, obscene sound of saliva and gagging filling the room like an erotic symphony.
    She gagged hard but refused to back down, her determination fueling her every move.
    'I'm not some bitch who gives up halfway. I'm gonna own this cock if it's the last thing I do!'
    Artis groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.
    "Fuck, Mommy! You're a goddamn champ. Look at you, taking it like a pro."
    Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, the girth of his cock forcing her mouth to stretch in ways she didn't know were possible.
    Her throat was tight, constricting him like a velvet vice, but she focused on relaxing, opening herself more to accommodate the behemoth.
    The weight of his cock pressed down her tongue, making her taste every inch of him¡ªsalty, musky, and fucking intoxicating.
    'Holy shit, he's gonna break me¡­ and I kinda love it.'
    As she pushed herself further, her nose brushed against his trimmed base, and her eyes rolled back in triumph.
    She'd done it¡ªevery inch of his veiny monstrosity was buried in her mouth and throat.
    She moaned, the vibration making Artis twitch and groan like she'd just unlocked a hidden level of pleasure.
    He groaned, his cock twitching as he looked down at Juliana's tear-streaked face, her lips wrapped tight around him like she was auditioning for some X-rated Olympics.
    "Fuck, Mommy, you're taking it like a champ. Bet you're gonna win gold for this shit."
    Her eyes flicked up at him, watery but determined, her cheeks puffed out as she gagged around his girth.
    Spit was everywhere¡ªdripping off her chin, pooling on her chest, even stringing between her fingers as she gripped his thighs for support. She looked like an absolute mess, and yet somehow, it made her even hotter.
    'A hot, sloppy milf mess with a throat of steel.'
    "That's it, baby," Artis growled, gripping her hair tighter, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Fucking beautiful. A real cock-sucking goddess."
    Juliana sputtered as he pushed deeper, her nose brushing against his base. She coughed and gagged, her throat clenching hard around him. But she didn't back off.
    No, this bitch was committed. She gave him a look that screamed, I'm gonna finish this job even if it kills me.
    "Shit, Mommy, your throat¡ªfuck¡ªit's like a vice down there."
    Artis groaned, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy. His pubes were practically tickling her nose, but she didn't even flinch.
    She just moaned around him, the vibrations sending electric shocks straight up his spine.
    Pulling her back for a moment, he let her gasp for air, spit and tears making her face glisten.
    "You good, babe?"
    He asked with a smirk, his cock still throbbing in front of her lips.
    She nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her voice hoarse but dripping with lust.
    "I-I'm good..."
    "Atta girl," he chuckled before grabbing her hair again. "Alright, here comes your reward."
    Without another warning, he thrust her head back down, his cock burying itself to the hilt. Her throat clenched tightly, her gag reflex trying to fight back, but Juliana was a trooper.
    She pushed forward until her face was completely smushed against his body, her lips stretched to their limit, her tongue flattened beneath him.
    "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
    Artis cursed, his knees nearly buckling. Her throat was squeezing him like it had a personal vendetta, and it was the best goddamn feeling in the world.
    "You're gonna make me lose my fucking mind!"
    Juliana moaned around his cock, her nails digging into his thighs as she pushed herself even harder. She was all in now¡ªno gag, no quit, just pure determination.
    Her eyes rolled back, and Artis couldn't help but grin.
    'He's so deep... Fuck, he's stretching my throat like it's some kind of dirty carnival game. God, he's so fucking big!'
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    Juliana's inner monologue was a chaotic mix of panic and arousal as she struggled to adjust. Breathing? Overrated. Surviving? Meh. This cock? Absolutely worth dying for.
    Her throat burned like she'd swallowed fire, her lungs screamed for air, and her hands instinctively shot up to his waist, trying to push him back.
    'What the fuck is he doing?! I can't fucking breathe!'
    Artis, the bastard, just smirked down at her, clearly in his own world of horny bliss.
    He pulled back finally, his cock sliding out with a wet, obscene pop, and Juliana gasped for air like she'd just surfaced from a deep-sea dive.
    "Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice smug as hell.
    She didn't answer¡ªjust nodded, her eyes glossy, her face a mess of tears, spit, and raw determination.
    She was in too deep, literally and metaphorically. This wasn't just a blowjob anymore. It was a fucking battle. And Juliana didn't lose battles.
    Not even ones against nine inches of pure destruction.
    Artis didn't wait. No pep talks, no encouragement¡ªjust bam, his cock back in her throat like he was claiming property.
    This time, though, she was ready. Her jaw slackened, her tongue flattened, and she took him like a pro.
    For the next half an hour, it was a symphony of wet, sloppy sounds and muffled gags, like the dirtiest ASMR video ever made.
    Her throat felt raw, stretched to its absolute limit, but fuck if she wasn't addicted now. The way he filled her up, the weight of him pressing down her throat¡ªit was intoxicating.
    She couldn't even tell if the tears streaming down her face were from choking or from sheer lust. Probably both.
    Saliva was everywhere¡ªdripping from her chin, pooling on her chest, slicking his cock as he relentlessly fucked her throat. The whole scene was a sloppy, sticky mess, and yet somehow, it felt perfect.
    Artis groaned, his cock twitching wildly in Juliana's mouth, the taste of his salty pre-cum coating her tongue like a preview of the main event. She moaned around him, the vibration making his knees weak.
    "Fuck, Jul, you're so goddamn good at this," he growled, his voice thick with need.
    "Mmmhhhm."
    She tried to respond, though her mouth was currently occupied by nine throbbing inches of pure chaos.
    His breath hitched, his body trembling.
    "I'm gonna fucking cum."
    She gave a muffled moan in acknowledgment, her eyes flicking up to meet his with a look that screamed, Do your worst.
    "Swallow it," he commanded, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. "Like a good little slut."
    Juliana, never one to back down from a challenge, raised her hand and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up, all while still gagging on his cock. It was absurd, ridiculous, and somehow incredibly hot.
    With a guttural grunt, Artis grabbed her head and slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt. Her nose was pressed into his crotch, his balls resting heavy on her chin like they were staking a claim.
    His cock pulsed, and then he came, hard, his thick seed shooting down her throat in hot, powerful spurts.
    Juliana's eyes widened for a moment before she relaxed, swallowing instinctively as the sheer volume of it filled her.
    Her throat worked overtime, milking every drop like she was trying to win a fucking championship.
    When he finally pulled out, panting, a sticky string of spit and cum connected his cock to her swollen lips. Juliana blinked up at him, her face an absolute mess of tears, drool, and triumph.
    "Fuck...that was hot."
    He chuckled, wiping the sweat from his forehead, feeling like a damn champion.
    But just as he caught his breath, his eyes flicked to the door, and there she was¡ªNadia, peeking through the crack like some nosy voyeur caught in the act of her own sinful curiosity.
    Her wide eyes were glued to the scene, her flushed face betraying her thoughts.
    One hand was pressed firmly against her crotch, and her mouth hung open like she was trying to catch flies¡ªor maybe an invitation.
    He smirked but didn't turn to her, playing it cool. Instead, he ran his fingers through Juliana's messy hair and said loud enough for the eavesdropper to hear,
    "Not everyone can handle my monster like you do, Mommy. You're in a fucking league of your own."
    Juliana, ever the queen of sass, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and grinned up at him.
    "Don't underestimate us old folks, baby. We've forgotten more tricks than you horny brats will ever learn."
    She winked at him, then leaned down, grabbing his still-impressive cock like it was a trophy she wasn't done polishing. Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis could barely hold back a groan as she started working her magic again, licking along the length with slow, deliberate strokes that made his cock twitch back to life.

 Chapter 69 A houseful of Frustration!

    A week later, the household had officially transformed into a soap opera scripted by Satan himself. The air was thick with malice, betrayal, and enough pent-up sin to make a confessional booth spontaneously combust.Chen was losing his shit¡ªand not just metaphorically. His wife had banished him from their bedroom, leaving him exiled to the couch, which might as well have been designed by medieval torturers.
    His lanky ass couldn't even fit on the damn thing. He'd spent the last seven nights contorted like a yoga reject, waking up with a neck so stiff it felt like a permanent "fuck you" from his body.
    His back was in open rebellion, his legs were cramped like a pretzel, and his soul was on the brink of filing for divorce.
    Now, logic would suggest he could crash in Artis's room¡ªhis beloved, oh-so-loyal brother-in-law.
    After all, Artis was definitely not edging Chen's wife every chance he got and certainly not scheming to rearrange her insides while Chen snoozed on the couch.
    But asking for that favor would mean admitting he'd lost control of his household.
    And Chen, despite being physically stronger than a goddamn ox, was still terrified of the one immutable truth of married life: a wife is a wife.
    Sure, he could lift boulders or punch holes through drywall, but none of that strength mattered when you were up against the unyielding power of a pissed-off woman who knew exactly where the good knives were kept.
    The craziest part? Chen had no fucking clue what he'd done wrong. Not a damn thing made sense.
    He was like a dog chasing its tail¡ªexcept the tail was guilt, and the dog was sleep-deprived, horny, and one cramp away from a psychotic break.
    Frustration was eating him alive. It gnawed at him during work, where his concentration was shot to shit.
    And considering he worked for the human disaster that was Young Master Jin¡ªa trust-fund brat with the emotional maturity of a wet sock¡ªit was only a matter of time before Jin's dumb ass latched onto Chen's misery like a leech and started mocking him for it.
    "Stupid fuck! Can't even get this armor on!"
    Chen growled, wrestling with his gear like it owed him money.
    He was back in his room¡ªthe only time his wife graciously allowed him entry, and only because he needed to get dressed for work. And, of course, his armor, like everything else in his life, was being a massive bitch.
    It was too tight in places it shouldn't be and way too loose in others, making him look like a badly rolled burrito. He had to practically meditate to keep from snapping the damn thing in half.
    "Everything...is fucking...me...sideways...fuck!"
    He roared, his frustration finally spilling over.
    Honestly? Truer words had never been spoken.
    Meanwhile, in another corner of this circus of dysfunction, someone else was leaning against a table, her supple ass cheeks molding against its edge like dough meeting a rolling pin.
    The thin black nightgown she wore did little to hide the tantalizing curves underneath, and yet the air around her wasn't just sultry¡ªit was downright volcanic.
    Her crossed arms propped up her heaving breasts, each rise and fall practically screaming, Notice me, you dumb fuck!
    But the aura she exuded wasn't just lust¡ªit was a cocktail of anger, desperation, and the kind of frustration only a woman in a self-imposed dry spell could summon.
    It wasn't just any lust, either. It was endgame lust.
    The kind that made her core burn like a furnace, her pussy quiver like it had a mind of its own, and every nerve in her body beg for a release she refused to give.
    The itch deep inside her was maddening, like she'd swallowed a vibrator set to "tease" mode, and every second of denial felt like hell on Earth.
    And to top it all off? She'd made a vow. Some noble, self-righteous bullshit she'd convinced herself she could stick to.
    But instead of resolve, all it brought her was throbbing heat, a dangerous amount of horniness, and the looming threat that she might just combust if someone didn't pin her to that table and fuck her brains out.
    'Damn it! Why the fuck did I take that stupid vow?'
    Her thoughts ran wild, pacing circles like a horny animal caged by its own terrible life choices. And why the hell wasn't that bastard Artis even looking at her?
    The self-inflicted torture was her own doing, sure¡ªbut was it really her fault? No! It was his fault.
    That smug, cocky tease with his lewd-ass smirks and the way he acted like the king of the damn universe. If it weren't for his shameless teasing and those lingering, sinful stares, she wouldn't be in this mess.
    And oh, what a mess it was. Her vow? Pure masochism: no touching herself, no scratching that infernal itch in her pussy until Artis¡ªand only Artis¡ªdicked her down into oblivion.
    She wasn't asking for much, right? Just the full course¡ªhis fat, juicy, thick, veiny, girthy, long, throbbing cock; his big, heavy, slutty balls; his sweaty, sculpted abs; and his goddamn strong arms pinning her down like she was his personal fuck toy.
    She tried everything. She dressed to kill¡ªlow cuts, high slits, fabric so sheer it might as well have been invisible.
    She even talked to him with the sultry tone of a seasoned seductress, practically begging him to rail her with every suggestive word.
    But the motherfucker? He was blind¡ªor worse, immune.
    Anyone else with a pulse would've been begging to fuck her senseless by now. Hell, even the goddamn wallpaper probably had a boner.
    But not him. Nope. Artis, the bastard she wanted most, just kept going about his business, leaving her hot, bothered, and teetering on the brink of a breakdown.
    Her hands hovered dangerously close to ground zero, twitching like they had a mind of their own.
    She was this close to breaking her self-imposed, stupid-as-fuck vow, and honestly? Who could blame her?
    The deep, fiery itch in her pussy was driving her absolutely batshit insane, like a bad song stuck on repeat¡ªexcept this one played moans.
    She scowled, turning her gaze to her useless excuse for a husband, fumbling with his armor like it was some kind of cursed Rubik's Cube. The sight of him made her blood boil.
    'How the fuck is someone this weak still alive?'
    "Pathetic."
    She muttered under her breath, watching him grunt and flail. S~ea??h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    If Artis had been the one struggling, he'd have done it with style. He'd flex those bulging arms, beads of sweat glistening on his chiseled chest while he gritted his teeth and¡ªoh fuck.
    A sudden twitch in her pussy snapped her back to reality. Her breath hitched as the vivid mental image took root, Artis practically radiating sex appeal in her mind's eye. Goddammit.
    Her hand shot down instinctively, trembling just above her throbbing need. So close. But no. Not yet. Not until the real deal.
    She clenched her jaw, biting her lip so hard she was surprised it didn't bleed, and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shake off the horny hurricane ravaging her brain.
    "Patience, Nadia," she whispered to herself like some kind of deranged mantra. "He's going to dick us down. It's only a matter of time¡­"
    She opened her eyes and glared at her hapless husband again. But instead of calming her down, his awkward grunting only made her angrier¡ªand hornier. She needed Artis, damn it. Needed him to fuck her brains out and end her misery.
    Because if he didn't? She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out before ripping off her own vow¡ªand her panties.
    Just a week ago, she had stumbled upon the first act of pure, unfiltered sinfulness between her mother and Artis.
    And ever since that day, her once dull, gray-toned mother had been glowing like someone splashed her with a bucket of technicolor happiness. It was infuriating.
    She was laughing more, singing like she was auditioning for a Disney musical, and blushing every damn time Artis was within a five-mile radius.
    It was like watching a horny teenager rediscover their libido after decades of celibacy.
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    And the blatant flirting? Oh, that was the cherry on the fucked-up sundae. They didn't even bother hiding it anymore!
    She'd caught them kissing, teasing, groping¡ªoh yeah, groping. And let's not even talk about the grinding.
    Grinding so shameless that she could practically hear the soundtrack of a cheap porno playing in the background.
    And his hands? Those big, greedy paws of his were always on Juliana's ass. Like always. Standing close? Ass grab. Passing by? Ass grab. Breathing in the same fucking room? Yup, you guessed it. Ass grab.
    No, she wasn't peeping! How dare you even think that? She just happened to notice these things because they were impossible to ignore. Trust her on this one.
    But all this shameless display of lust and affection was making her jealous as fuck¡ªand so goddamn frustrated she was surprised she hadn't combusted yet.
    It was like the universe was mocking her: Look at them, Nadia. See how happy they are. See how much action she's getting. Oh, and you? Yeah, enjoy your dry spell.
    She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Jealousy burned in her chest while frustration brewed lower, much lower, leaving her a quivering, sexually-frustrated mess. Fuck her life. No, seriously.
    Someone fucking fuck her life already.

 Chapter 70 Sober and Miserable

    On the other side of the house, Lui was looking less like a man and more like a jittery skeleton who'd overdosed on espresso.The dude was wrapped in a bedsheet like some bargain-bin ghost cosplayer, crouched in the corner of his room with only his wild, darting eyes peeking out.
    He was shivering so much it looked like he was about to vibrate through the floor.
    Every little noise¡ªa creak of the floorboards, a faint breeze, a goddamn pin dropping¡ªhad him jumping like he was auditioning for a horror movie scream queen.
    His eyes were the real showstopper, though: wide, bloodshot, and locked in a manic stare at one very specific spot in the room.
    That spot, right there on the floor. The one where the knight had fallen after Artis handed him his shiny-armored ass.
    The same spot where Lui, in a moment of pants-shitting panic, had plunged a knife into the guy's unconscious chest, fearing the aftermath of the showdown.
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    Now?
    Now he was living in full-blown paranoia mode, convinced the dead knight's ghost¡ªor maybe just his pissed-off spirit¡ªwas about to pop out of the floorboards and haunt his ass for eternity.
    Every creak of the house sounded like a vengeful knight dragging himself back from the beyond, ready to turn Lui into a human shish kebab.
    It wasn't guilt eating him alive. No, guilt required balls, and Lui had clearly lost his somewhere between stabbing the guy and curling up like a scared toddler.
    This? This was pure, unfiltered terror, and it was chewing him up like a piece of stale gum.
    In a twisted way, Lui's desperate stabby solution was the only thing he could think of to ensure survival¡ªfor himself and his chaotic excuse of a family.
    As Artis so eloquently put it, if Lui didn't handle the knight situation, the whole household would be fucked. Literally and figuratively.
    After all, the poor bastard of a knight had his dick unceremoniously lopped off by Lui's daughter and was then beaten like a pi?ata by Artis.
    That kind of humiliation? You don't just walk it off. You come back for blood, or at least revenge that involves heavy doses of screaming.
    And let's not forget how this whole mess started: Lui owed the guy a few measly silver coins. A few!
    Yet here he was, dodging death and nearly being turned into the poster boy for cuckolded husbands everywhere.
    Weirdly, though, whenever his mind wandered to that particular scenario, his cheeks flushed crimson.
    Was it shame? Embarrassment? Or... something darker that he didn't have the spine to admit? Either way, it wasn't the time to psychoanalyze his inner kinks.
    "I n-n-n-need¡­ rum¡­ I ne-ne-ne-need sake¡­ I ne-need something¡­"
    He stammered, practically gnawing at the edges of his blanket like a stressed-out hamster.
    And here's the kicker: Lui hadn't touched a drop of alcohol in over a week. A fucking week! For nearly five decades, booze had been his constant companion, his one true love, his liquid courage.
    His liver had built up a tolerance so legendary it could make a rhino keel over in envy. Yet now, here he was, sober as a monk and shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.
    Lui without booze was like a bard without a lute, a knight without a sword, or a prostitute without... well, you get the picture.
    And that was the problem. Decades of hard-earned alcohol tolerance had turned into his own personal hell, leaving him stranded in the wasteland of sobriety.
    His veins screamed for the sweet burn of a stiff drink, his tongue dry and twitching like it was trying to remember what whiskey even tasted like.
    He was a man dying of thirst in a desert, except the only mirage in sight was his wife's judgmental glare and a bunch of nonexistent tavern doors.
    The cruel irony? Not a single fucking drop of alcohol was in the house. Not even some suspiciously fermented juice.
    He wasn't the type to stockpile liquor¡ªhe wasn't that classy. No, Lui was the guy who hit the tavern, drank until he could see through time, and then stumbled home reeking of bad decisions.
    But now? Now he couldn't even do that, because he was terrified of running into knights.
    "Wh-what if they know? What if they know the knight is dead? Stupid fuck! Stupid fuck! FUCK!"
    He shouted, punching the air like it owed him a drink.
    His thoughts were a swirling shitstorm of paranoia and regret. And the longer he stayed sober, the more his brain turned into a chaotic, screaming void.
    "Fuck this. Fuck everything."
    He growled, clawing at his hair.
    "They'll fucking know it's me... I-if someone saw me leaving with the knight, then¡­ I-I-I¡­ they'll find me and kill me¡­ and then they'll come here and see Juliana, and then they'll¡­"
    Lui's cheeks burned red, and not from shame. Nope.
    It was that other kind of heat¡ªthe one that makes you hate yourself just a little more. His pants, unwashed and reeking of desperation, betrayed him with a twitch of movement.
    Everything was messing with him¡ªhis guilt, his paranoia, and now his own dick acting like it was auditioning for a comedy special.
    Even Juliana didn't look him in the eye anymore. And honestly, now that he was sober, he got it.
    Who the fuck would? He probably looked like a mangy dog that wandered into the wrong village.
    But screw her. Screw everyone. Right now, all he needed was a drink¡ªjust one blessed drop of alcohol to put his scrambled brain back together.
    But fear gripped him. The fear of knights, of retribution, of someone pointing a gauntleted finger and saying, "Hey, aren't you the guy who was with one of us the night he went missing?"
    The thought made his blood run cold¡­ or maybe that was just his withdrawal. Either way, he couldn't step foot outside without his legs turning into jelly.
    "Ar-Artis¡­ yeah, he's the reason I'm like this¡­ He should take responsibility... Yes, yes, him¡­"
    Lui's bloodshot eyes darted around the room like a paranoid squirrel on caffeine.
    Slowly, with all the grace of a collapsing building, he began to stand. His joints popped and groaned in protest, sounding like an ancient door that hadn't been opened in centuries. S~ea??h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    With legs wobbling like a drunken giraffe, he hobbled out of the room, muttering incoherent plans under his breath.
    The creaking floorboards seemed to laugh at his misery, but Lui didn't care. He had a target now.
    Artis was going to fix this mess, even if Lui had to crawl over and guilt-trip the bastard into pouring him a drink.
    ...
    After what felt like an eternity of pain and humiliation¡ªhis joints popping like faulty fireworks and his legs wobbling as if they were made of wet noodles¡ªLui finally reached the shoji door.
    He leaned against it for dear life, his breathing ragged, his body begging for mercy.
    The entire house had been eerily silent during his torturous journey. No wife. No daughter. No one. Honestly, he was fucking relieved. How would he even face his daughter after that incident?
    "Just some sake... a little booze... and all of this will be over."
    He whispered to himself, as if the alcohol gods were listening and about to bless him with liquid salvation.
    The thought gave him a shred of courage. He squared his hunched shoulders¡ªor at least tried to¡ªand braced himself for what lay beyond the door. Artis. The man. The fucking reason he was in this mess.
    Lui hadn't seen him since... well, since the world turned to shit. He had avoided him like a plague-infested rat, too afraid to meet his gaze, let alone say a word.
    But now? Now, he had no choice. It was time to grovel. Or beg. Or something.
    He reached for the door, fully prepared to slide it open like he owned the place. Old habits died hard, after all. But just as his fingers brushed the frame, a rare moment of hesitation stopped him cold.
    'Wait. Should I¡­ knock?'
    The thought struck him like a bolt from the blue. Lui couldn't remember the last time he knocked on anything.
    Doors were for barging through. But this? This was different. This was Artis. And Artis didn't seem like the kind of guy who appreciated unannounced visitors¡ªespecially not ones who were about to ask for a favor.
    Hand trembling, Lui rapped softly on the shoji, the sound so pitifully weak it might as well have been a mouse tapping its tiny paw.
    "Come in."
    The voice was calm, deep, and so fucking self-assured that Lui felt his balls shrink on the spot. Taking a deep breath, he slid the door open¡ªand immediately wished he hadn't.
    His jaw hit the metaphorical floor. On the bed, there was Artis, all naked glory and rippling muscles, looking like he'd just stepped out of a steamy erotic novel titled "Conquered by the Hero." But that wasn't the kicker.
    No, the kicker was the person kneeling in front of him...

 Chapter 71 Losing his mind!

    Lui's jaw hit the metaphorical floor.On the bed, there was Artis, all naked glory and rippling muscles, looking like he'd just stepped out of a steamy erotic novel titled "Conquered by the Hero." But that wasn't the kicker.
    No, the kicker was the person kneeling in front of him, head covered with a sheet like some depraved ghost playing hide-and-seek with Artis's cock.
    Lui's brain short-circuited. He didn't need a degree in "What-the-Fuckery" to know exactly what was happening.
    Below the sheet, the mysterious lady was very much not wearing any clothes.
    Her ass¡ªround, plump, and jiggling with every enthusiastic movement¡ªwas on full display, like an award-winning peach at a county fair.
    For a split second, Lui's traitorous mind wandered. Why the hell doesn't my wife have an ass like that? It's like it was sculpted by the gods themselves... or at least a really horny one.
    His throat went dry as he stood frozen in the doorway, the sheer absurdity of the situation hitting him like a sack of bricks.
    What kind of high-paid prostitute does a guy like Artis have lying around?! And why the fuck am I getting hard watching this?!
    The room was a symphony of heavy breathing and wet, slurping sounds that made Lui's ears burn and his pants even tighter.
    He tried to look away, but it was like trying not to stare at a car crash involving a clown car and a runaway circus elephant. Impossible.
    "What? Never had your cock sucked before, huh?"
    Artis smirked, raising a brow as he leaned back casually, his hands resting behind his head like he wasn't getting the sloppiest blowjob of his life.
    Lui stood frozen, his eyes wide as saucers, jaw practically on the floor. He looked like a virgin boy who'd accidentally stumbled into the wrong room¡ªand, well, he probably had.
    His gaze flicked to the side, desperately trying to avoid looking directly at the action, but the bounce of the woman's ass cheeks in his peripheral vision wasn't doing him any favors.
    "N-no¡­ I¡­ I¡­"
    Lui stammered, his voice cracking like he was back in puberty.
    Artis rolled his eyes. Sear?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Spit it out, old man. Or do I need to teach you how to use your mouth too?"
    His tone had shifted into something cocky, almost unrecognizable¡ªthis wasn't the nice guy Lui thought he knew. This was a whole different beast.
    Lui's eyes darted to the floor, but no matter where he looked, it was like Artis's smugness and the lady's enthusiastic gawk-gawk 3000 were pulling him right back in.
    "What the fuck do you want now? Let me guess¡ªyou're in debt again? Someone's chasing your sorry ass? Or you just wandered in here to ruin my vibe?"
    Artis's voice boomed, dripping with irritation.
    "I¡­ uh¡­"
    Lui tried again, but the words wouldn't come.
    The only thing filling the silence was the wet, obscene slurping sounds coming from the woman, who hadn't stopped for a second. She moaned around Artis's cock, spit dripping down her chin as she worked him over like a damn pro.
    "Seriously, Lui," Artis pressed, barely holding back a groan as the woman hollowed her cheeks. "Whatever you've got to say better be good, because clearly, I'm a little busy right now."
    "I¡­ I just¡­"
    Lui's voice cracked again as his gaze betrayed him, flicking back to the lady's for just a second too long. His face flushed crimson, and he looked like he was about two seconds from bolting¡ªor combusting.
    "Spit it the fuck out, old man!"
    Artis barked, his tone sharper than the edge of the knife Lui probably needed to cut his nerves right now.
    "I-it's m-my health... I n-need alcohol... I feel like I'm d-dying!"
    Lui stammered, looking like he'd just seen a ghost.
    Artis groaned, rubbing his temples like he was dealing with the world's most irritating toddler.
    "Losing it? No shit, Lui. You're a goddamn fossil who's been chugging booze for decades without a break. Of course, your body's revolting now that you've cut it off. You're probably hallucinating. Hell, for all I know, you're not even here. Are you, Lui? Or are you just some drunk ghost haunting my ass?"
    The old man's jaw dropped, his eyes going comically wide. He couldn't believe it¡ªArtis had just called him Lui. His name. Like they were on a first-name basis or something. This cocky bastard.
    "Dad! DAD! DAD!"
    A sudden voice pierced Lui's swirling thoughts.
    He blinked rapidly, jolting as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him.
    "What happened? You just stood there for five whole minutes. Are you hallucinating?"
    Artis asked, his voice dripping with faux concern, even as he nonchalantly pushed the woman's head further down his throbbing cock like he was adjusting a loose screw.
    Lui blinked, his face contorting with a mix of terror and confusion.
    'F-f-f-five minutes? FIVE MINUTES?! Did I just zone out? Did that actually fucking happen?'
    His mind was spinning faster than a drunk rooster on a merry-go-round.
    'Dad?! Did he just call me Dad? Wait¡ªno, earlier he called me Lui. What the actual fuck is happening?!'
    His shaky knees nearly gave out as his heart pounded like a drummer on speed.
    Was he losing his mind? Was this it? The beginning of his descent into full-blown lunacy? He clutched his head, shaking it violently as if he could rattle his sanity back into place.
    Meanwhile, Artis was fighting to keep a straight face, his lips curling into a sly, devilish grin. The poor old man was unraveling faster than a cheap sweater in a cat fight, and Artis wasn't about to let him off the hook.
    Did five minutes really pass? Who the fuck knows? Artis sure as hell wasn't going to confirm or deny it.
    Watching Lui question his entire existence while this special woman's spit-slick face worked tirelessly between his thighs was just too damn entertaining.
    "Stupid bitch whining like a kid..."
    The words sliced through Lui's already fragile mind like a hot knife through butter. His eyes darted to Artis, who stood there, face painted with a look of fake concern, but the tone was all wrong.
    "Dad, are you alright?"
    Artis asked again, his voice soft and syrupy, but that grin¡ªoh, that fucking grin¡ªspoke volumes.
    'What the actual fuck?! Was that Artis? No, no, it couldn't be...but who the fuck else is here? Am I losing my goddamn mind?!'
    Lui's thoughts spiraled, his body trembling as sweat poured down his face like a waterfall.
    "I-I-I...I don't think...I'm alright..."
    Lui stammered, his voice quaking as his eyes darted around the room, half-expecting a shadowy figure to pop out of the corner and start laughing at him.
    "Dad, are you hallucinating?"
    Artis asked again, this time standing up from the bed with the grace of a predator who just caught the scent of wounded prey.
    "I¡ªI don't know...I don't fucking know! Help me, son. Help me...please, I'm begging you!"
    Lui was full-on panicking now, clutching at his thinning hair like he was trying to yank his sanity back into place.
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    Artis sighed dramatically, like a parent dealing with a particularly stupid child.
    "I have a solution, Dad, to check if you're hallucinating or not. Look here."
    His tone was calm, his posture commanding, and Lui, desperate for any semblance of clarity, obediently turned his eyes to Artis.
    "Alright, Dad, we're gonna settle this once and for all."
    Artis said, his voice laced with mock seriousness, though his lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh.
    "I'm gonna pull this cloth off the woman's face, and if it's someone you don't recognize, congrats¡ªyou're just paranoid. But if it's someone you know..." He paused dramatically, locking eyes with Lui. "Then, well... sorry, Pops, you've officially lost your goddamn mind."
    Artis's faux-somber tone was almost convincing, but the glint in his eyes gave away the amusement he was barely containing.
    Lui, on the other hand, looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the abyss.
    He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking nervously to the woman who was still enthusiastically worshipping Artis's cock like it was the holy grail. Her focus hadn't wavered for a second, as if the existential crisis happening in the room didn't concern her in the slightest.
    "I have to know," Lui muttered, sweat dripping down his temples. He looked back at Artis with trembling determination. "Do it. I'm ready."
    "Are you sure? No takebacks, Dad. This might ruin you."
    Artis teased, as he gestured toward the cloth.
    "Just do it!"
    Lui barked, though his voice cracked halfway through, betraying his lack of confidence.
    Artis sighed dramatically, as if burdened by the weight of this moment.
    "Alright then," he said, gripping the edge of the cloth like he was about to reveal the winner of a game show. "Brace yourself, old man."
    With a flourish, he yanked the cloth away, and Lui's world shattered into a million tiny pieces.
    "NO! NO FUCKING WAY!"
    Lui's eyes bulged, his jaw hit the floor, and his entire body froze like someone had hit the pause button on his life.
    "I-I-I'm going crazy! I'm losing my fucking mind!"
    He stumbled backward, grabbing at his head as if trying to physically hold his sanity together. Then, with all the grace of a collapsing Jenga tower, he slumped to the ground in a heap, muttering incoherently to himself.

 Chapter 72 A Cuck In Making!

    Lui blinked rapidly, rubbed his eyes, and even slapped his own cheek for good measure. Surely, he had to be seeing things. Surely, the scene in front of him couldn't be real.But no, nothing changed. The woman on her knees, completely naked and diligently worshipping a cock the size of a horse's, still had his wife's fucking face.
    His wife.
    The same woman who barely managed a grunt of approval when he brought her flowers, let alone displayed any enthusiasm for¡­ anything in the bedroom.
    The same woman who'd once lectured him for fifteen minutes about the "sinful decadence" of even eyeing another woman in the street.
    And now here she was, cheeks flushed, eyes shimmering with lust, sloppily deepthroating this monstrosity of a cock like it was the last meal she'd ever have.
    Drool spilled from her lips in rivers, dripping down her chin, her hands, and onto the floor below. She wasn't just doing it¡ªshe was enjoying it. No, scratch that¡ªshe was revering it like some devout worshipper at a holy altar.
    "This... this isn't real," Lui muttered to himself, shaking his head so hard it was a miracle it didn't fly off.
    'She's my wife. My low-libido, prudish, 'look away from shirtless men in town' wife. She wouldn't even touch me unless it was my birthday! This is a hallucination. I've gone insane. That's it. I've finally lost my fucking mind!'
    But the scene remained unchanged, the wet sounds of her "dedication" filling the room as Artis tilted his head back and let out a satisfied groan.
    "What is it, Dad? Who do you see? Judging by that face, it's gotta be someone real close. So, who is it?"
    Artis tilted his head, his voice dripping with concern, though his smirk betrayed something more mischievous.
    "Th-th-that's... no one. Yes, no one."
    Lui stammered, his voice cracking like a rusty hinge.
    No fucking way was he about to admit what he saw. How does one casually drop "Oh, hey, I just walked in on my wife choking on your cock like it's her life's calling" into conversation?
    Even Lui, in his current state of utter patheticness, had a shred of shame left. But damn it, his eyes betrayed him. They stayed glued to the spectacle like a horny moth drawn to the flame of pure chaos.
    It wasn't just the act¡ªit was her. The passion, the vigor, the absolute unholy enthusiasm she poured into it. It was like watching a forbidden art form unfold, messy yet hypnotic.
    Lui couldn't remember the last time she looked remotely that enthusiastic about anything, let alone in their bed.
    Still, he couldn't look away, no matter how much he wanted to. It wasn't jealousy¡ªno, that would require enough self-respect to think he still had a claim on her.
    It was... fascination. Morbid, painful, and deeply humiliating fascination.
    "Well, if you see no one, then I guess you're perfectly fine, Dad. Clearly, you don't need my help. So off you go¡ªI have to, uh, wrap up here."
    Artis said, the smirk in his voice sharper than a blade.
    "N-n-no, no! Wait, son... I-I-I need your help!"
    Lui blurted, his desperation cutting through his already shattered dignity.
    "But, Dad," Artis said, cocking an eyebrow, "didn't you just say there's no one there? No one you recognize? No help needed?"
    "I-I did! I did say that, but...it's...it's..."
    Lui's eyes betrayed him again, drifting southward despite his brain screaming, Don't fucking do it, you idiot! And, oh boy, did he regret it.
    The woman kneeling between Artis's thighs paused mid-motion, her head tilting ever so slightly as she shot him a side-eye that could've melted steel.
    Then, without missing a beat, she went right back to work, her enthusiasm somehow even more unsettling now that she knew she had an audience.
    "It's just what, Dad? Hmm?"
    Artis's smirk turned downright predatory as he leaned forward, his massive hand resting on the woman's head.
    "Who do you see, huh? Is it Nadia? Grandma Ronali? Oh, wait¡ªcould it be...mommy?"
    And then, with the casual cruelty of a cat toying with a mouse, he turned the woman's head toward Lui. The room froze. Lui's heart stopped. And there she was¡ªJuliana.
    Her flushed face, her disheveled hair, her lips shiny and betraying exactly what she'd been doing. She looked at Lui with a raised brow, her expression almost saying, Oh, honey, didn't expect to see you here.
    "I-it's...it's...I-it's..."
    Lui's brain was short-circuiting, his mouth working overtime to produce a coherent sentence but only managing to churn out a symphony of stammers.
    Artis, the bastard, wasn't going to let him off easy. With a casual smirk, he turned sideways, giving Lui a panoramic view of the chaos.
    The woman, now fully visible, knelt there like a devoted worshipper at the altar of depravity. And there it was¡ªa nine-inch monstrosity, thick and veiny, resting regally against her flushed face.
    It was so long it practically cast a shadow over her.
    Artis, as if demonstrating a new skill, gave her a few playful slaps on the cheek with it. The obscene smack-smack echoed through the room like a drumroll of disgrace, each one making Lui's soul shrivel a little more.
    Then, with the nonchalance of a man buttering toast, Artis slapped her cheek one more time, and her mouth obediently opened wide like a door to hell.
    And in it went¡ªall of it. Lui watched, horrified and mesmerized, as the woman's throat expanded to accommodate the entire nine inches. It was like watching a python swallow a whole watermelon. Her neck visibly bulged, and not once did she gag or pull away.
    How was this possible? How could someone deepthroat something that size? Lui's jaw hung open, his mind racing with unbidden comparisons.
    His wife had always been staunchly against anything entering her mouth¡ªshe treated it like a temple of purity.
    Yet here she was, taking this behemoth like it was her life's calling, like she'd been training for this moment her entire existence.
    Lui didn't know whether to cry, faint, or applaud.
    "Who is it, Dad?"
    "I-it's...it's..."
    Lui stammered, his face an inferno of shame and regret, though his body was betraying him in the most damning way possible.
    "Who is it?"
    "Jul... It's... Juliana..."
    Lui finally muttered, his voice barely audible, as if saying it any louder might make him spontaneously combust.
    "Oh?"
    Artis raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a grin so smug it could've powered an entire city.
    "Man, you're seeing your own wife on her knees, slurping on her step son, and you're pitching a tent? Are you a secret cuck, Dad?"
    "What?! No!"
    Lui yelped, his hands shooting down to cover his "shame," as if shielding it might somehow erase the evidence.
    "Really? Your hands say otherwise. Look at you¡ªharder than math class, and I didn't even see you sneak a touch. Face it, Dad, you're a secret cuck, aren't you?"
    "I'm not!"
    Lui's voice cracked like a prepubescent teen caught stealing a dirty magazine.
    "Really? Then what if I do this?"
    Artis didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed Juliana by the arm, pulling her upright with ease. With a fluid motion, he turned her toward Lui and bent her slightly forward, pinning her arms behind her back in one hand like she was some prized offering.
    Her breasts, untamed and unapologetically defying physics, swung with every movement like they were performing their own sultry dance.
    Her face? Pure, unadulterated depravity. Eyes half-lidded and brimming with lust, tongue lolling out like a dog begging for a treat, saliva dribbled down her chin in a way that screamed absolute filth.
    "Look at this," Artis teased, his tone dripping with mockery as he tilted her just enough for the full display. "Your wife, looking like this. And you're telling me you're not into it? Sure, Dad. Real convincing."
    "H-husband... f-forgive me... ah~"
    Juliana moaned, her voice dripping with fake guilt that could've won her an award in the 'Shameless Housewives' category.
    Her lust-filled eyes locked onto Lui's pathetic, quivering form, and any trace of fear she might have had when he first entered the room had evaporated like cheap wine left in the sun.
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    Artis was behind her, his towering presence a reminder that Lui wasn't even in the running for "man of the house" anymore. That title had been revoked ages ago, and let's be real¡ªLui wasn't exactly fighting to get it back.
    And to top it off, this house? Built by Artis. Funded by his connections with the young master. Lui didn't even have the deed to his own life at this point, let alone the property.
    If he wanted to stomp his feet and make a scene, he could march right out the front door and into obscurity. Good riddance.
    Juliana's mind swirled with the possibilities as her lips curled into a wicked grin. The words "cuck" and "secret fetish" echoed in her head like a catchy tune. sea??h th§× N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Did her husband actually get off on watching her like this? The idea was so absurdly enticing that she couldn't resist leaning into it.

 Chapter 73 Cuck And the Bull!

    "His cock is just too big and perfect, unlike yours, you pathetic little worm of a husband."Juliana declared with a tone so smug it could've had its own throne.
    Artis let out a hearty laugh, the kind that said he was thoroughly enjoying every second of this humiliating spectacle.
    His hips began to move, sliding his monstrous shaft between Juliana's jiggling ass cheeks like it was his personal warm-up routine.
    The obscene squelch of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, making Lui's already tomato-red face deepen into beet territory.
    "You're a cuck, Lui. Don't even try to deny it. Look at yourself. You love seeing your wife with a real man, don't you?"
    "I¡ªNO! I DON'T!"
    Lui shouted, his voice cracking like a teenager caught in a lie.
    Artis raised an eyebrow, his grin widening like a predator who'd just cornered its prey.
    "Oh, really? Then what if I do this?"
    Before Lui could process what was happening, Artis effortlessly hoisted Juliana into a full-nelson position like she weighed less than a feather. Her legs spread wide apart, dangling like they were auditioning for flight, and her glistening, dripping core was now on full display.
    Juliana's head lolled back against Artis's chiseled chest, her expression one of utter debauchery. Her lips parted in a delighted gasp as she looked down at Lui, her husband-turned-spectator, with a mix of pity and amusement.
    "You see this, Lui? This is what a real man does. This is how you treat a woman. Your little limp noodle could never."
    The monstrosity between Artis's legs twitched, almost as if it were excited to put on a show. Juliana moaned softly, arching her back as if the very idea of what was coming was already too much.
    "Face it, Lui. You're not just a cuck. You're the kind of cuck who loves being reminded of how outclassed you are. Admit it. Embrace it. Hell, I might even let you clean up after."
    Lui's jaw dropped, words failing him as he sputtered incoherently. His knees wobbled like they were seconds away from giving out entirely, and his hands, which had been clutching his shame for dear life, slowly began to shake.
    It was doing things to Lui¡ªthings he couldn't control. His throat felt tight, his ears buzzed with every lewd word, and the traitorous, stiff flagpole in his pants was standing at full mast.
    Try as he might to look away, his eyes were glued to Juliana's quivering, dripping form.
    She wasn't just his wife right now; she was a goddess of debauchery, and he was the helpless mortal worshipping from afar.
    "Look at her, Lui."
    Artis said, his voice brimming with smug authority as he gestured toward Juliana's glistening, pulsing core.
    "Your wife's pussy is dripping. Dripping for my cock, Lui. You couldn't make her drip like this if your life depended on it."
    "D-Dripping, husband! Driiiiipping~"
    Juliana echoed, her voice a syrupy blend of mockery and desperate lust. She wiggled her hips ever so slightly, making the obscene wetness between her legs glisten even more in the dim light.
    Artis smirked, grinding his throbbing length against her folds with deliberate, teasing slowness.
    "Don't you want to see, Lui? Don't you want to know just how much of me she can take? How deep I can go? How her sweet little pussy will stretch to fit every inch of me?"
    Lui's breath hitched, his denial faltering.
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    He whispered, but it was as weak as a candle in a hurricane.
    "Don't lie to yourself, dad."
    Artis chuckled, lifting Juliana slightly before letting her slide down just enough for the tip of his cock to graze her swollen entrance.
    "You're dying to watch, aren't you? You want to see her cervix bulge from taking all of me, don't you?"
    "Yes! Yes, please!"
    Juliana moaned, her voice dripping with sinful delight. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire
    "Husband, please! Let him fuck me! I need it. I need him to ruin me!"
    "Juliana!"
    Lui croaked, his voice breaking, though whether it was from shock or arousal even he couldn't tell.
    Her body trembled as Artis began to slowly lift her up and down, dragging his massive cock against her slick folds.
    Each stroke sent shivers through her entire body, her head lolling back as she moaned wantonly.
    The friction alone was too much for her hypersensitive body, and her toes curled with the telltale signs of an impending climax.
    Artis leaned closer, his smirk widening as he locked eyes with Lui.
    "Come on, Lui, say the words, and I'll give you the front-row show you've been dreaming of."
    As if to drive the point home, Artis started walking toward Lui with a predator's grace, Juliana still dangling from his arms like a wicked trophy.
    Lui's face flushed so hard it was a miracle he didn't combust on the spot. Trembling, his knees knocking like a cartoon character, he stammered.
    "I-I-I¡­"
    Before suddenly springing to his feet. His legs wobbled like jelly, but adrenaline gave him one last hurrah.
    With a wild look in his eyes, he spun around, slide the door open, and bolted down the hallway.
    Artis burst into laughter so loud it practically shook the walls.
    "Did you see his face, Mommy? I swear, I've never seen a man look so guilty and turned on at the same time!"
    Juliana giggled, her body still draped in Artis's hold, her breasts bouncing from the motion.
    "Hehe, I know, right? I never pegged him for a cuck, but now? I should've known the moment I saw him with that knight. He's got the look."
    "Nah, it's fine. If he doesn't know what he wants, we'll teach him. Don't worry, Mommy¡ªby the time I'm done, he'll understand exactly where he stands."
    Artis let out a chuckle, the kind that made it sound like he was a cartoon villain about to unveil his master plan.
    Slowly, he lowered Juliana to the ground, her feet barely touching before she eagerly reached out and grabbed the monster between his legs, her fingers barely wrapping halfway around it.
    "Are you finally going to take me, son?"
    She asked, her voice breathy and dripping with anticipation as she stared at it like it was the Holy Grail¡ªor maybe the last piece of cake at a family reunion.
    Juliana had been waiting for this moment like a starving woman at an all-you-can-eat buffet. After decades without so much as a decent thrust, she was practically vibrating with desperation.
    Sure, Artis had been keeping her on edge with teasing and his devilishly skilled hands and tongue, leaving her in a blissful coma most nights.
    But it wasn't the main event, and now, she was ready for the fireworks.
    Artis smirked, his attention barely flicking to her.
    "Nope, not now. Hehehe."
    Juliana blinked, her lips parting in disbelief.
    "What?"
    She whispered, her voice a mixture of outrage and heartbreak.
    He wasn't even looking at her¡ªhis gaze was fixed on the door Lui had disappeared through, like a cat watching a mouse hole.
    Juliana didn't know what was going on in that scheming head of his, but honestly? She didn't care. Her own mind had zero room for deep thoughts at the moment.
    "Well then, if you won't take me, I guess I'll just have to pamper this beast instead."
    And with that, she dropped to her knees like a worshipper at the altar of debauchery, her hands and lips going to work with the fervor of someone who'd just won backstage passes to their favorite band.
    "Good girl."
    Artis finally glanced down, his smirk growing wider as he reached out to pat her on the head.
    ...
    Dinner was as awkward as a nude man at a church potluck. The family¡ªif you could call it that¡ªwas gathered around the table, a weird patchwork of relationships that might make a soap opera writer blush.
    Lui was still holed up in his room, presumably whispering sweet nothings to his trauma, while the actual son-in-law, the ghost of this dinner, was still out busting his ass at work.
    So, it was just Artis, Juliana, and Nadia, the latter of whom was clearly auditioning for the role of "most inappropriate family member of the year."
    Nadia sat across from Artis, her soup spoon trembling in her hand as her eyes shamelessly roamed over his absurdly chiseled torso.
    Why he decided to show up shirtless, with just a pair of pants clinging to him like a second skin, was anyone's guess.
    The bulge in his pants was doing more work than half the men in the village, and Nadia had definitely noticed. Her gaze lingered on it like it owed her money.
    Juliana, the oblivious saint of the table, was too busy playing hostess to notice her daughter's slutty stare.
    She floated around the table, ladling soup and serving bread, her apron doing its best to look respectable despite the fact she'd been screaming her lungs out earlier in a far less maternal capacity.
    Breaking the tension¡ªor maybe doubling it¡ªArtis finally spoke. His voice was deep, commanding, and somehow made even soup sound scandalous.
    "We need to do something for Dad..."

 Chapter 74 A Normal Family Dinner!

    "We need to do something for Dad."Artis said, his voice carrying the weight of a declaration meant for an action movie climax.
    He leaned back, his abs practically sculpting themselves into a Greek tragedy, and locked eyes with Nadia like he was daring her to confess her deepest sins.
    Nadia's brain short-circuited for a moment. Her gaze dropped, her cheeks lighting up like she'd been caught red-handed sneaking a peek at forbidden treasure¡ªwhich, let's face it, she had.
    But realizing her mistake, she quickly snapped her eyes back to his, determined not to look like the flustered pervert she absolutely was.
    "W-what? Why? What did he do now?"
    She asked, her voice wobbling as she blew on her soup like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the room, instead of, say, the half-naked Adonis smirking at her.
    "The man's gone erratic..."
    Artis replied, swirling his spoon with the kind of casual menace that could make even soup seem like a power move.
    "He hasn't had a drink since¡­ that day."
    Juliana, who had just finished playing doting hostess, slid into the seat beside Artis. Not a seat, but his seat's gravitational field¡ªso close she might as well have been trying to merge into him.
    She stirred her soup with one hand while resting her other "innocently" on the table, mere inches from his arm.
    "That's true."
    She said, her tone a mix of faux concern and real exasperation.
    "He's been sitting in the corner of the room for over a week, murmuring nonsense. At night, it's downright creepy. I don't even know if he gets up to pee or shit or just does it in that corner like some deranged dog."
    "Mom..."
    Nadia muttered, her spoon clinking against her bowl. She tried to sound sympathetic, but her eyes kept darting back to Artis's chest, like her libido was waging war on her moral compass.
    "Either way, it's pathetic..."
    Juliana added, her voice dripping with the kind of disdain that only years of marital disappointment can cultivate.
    "But it's also getting annoying. Something needs to be done, or we'll be living with a piss-stained ghost who doesn't shut up."
    "Momma, seriously! We're eating. Stop saying those words!"
    Nadia whined, her voice teetering between exasperation and embarrassment as if she were the last bastion of decency in this madhouse.
    "What? It's the truth!"
    Juliana retorted, throwing her arms up like she was delivering a TED Talk on the realities of bodily functions.
    Artis, meanwhile, was trying¡ªand failing¡ªnot to laugh. His giggle broke through like a mischievous schoolboy caught red-handed, and it only made Nadia's face flush deeper. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire
    The words "pee" and "shit" weren't exactly gourmet dinner conversation, but here they were, floating around like uninvited guests at an otherwise dysfunctional feast.
    "Little brother! Stop laughing! Y-you can't say¡ªor even giggle at¡ªthose words while eating!"
    Nadia pouted, glaring at Artis. The fact that he was shirtless, gleaming under the dim light like a human thirst trap, only made her flustered state more pathetic.
    Artis smirked, his giggle turning into a full-on chuckle. sea??h th§× n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "What can I say, Nadia? It's comedy gold. Dinner and a show."
    Nadia squirmed in her seat, clutching her soup spoon like it was her last tether to sanity.
    Her pout deepened, making her look less like an adult woman and more like a kid who'd been told Santa wasn't real.
    "What is your problem, Nadia?"
    Juliana chimed in, her hand dramatically pressed to her chest like she'd been personally attacked.
    "I just said the truth! What's so wrong with that?"
    Juliana's feigned innocence was the cherry on top, and Artis leaned back, shaking his head with another chuckle.
    "Mommy, I think what Nadia wants is a big, thick¡­"
    His gaze locked onto Nadia like a predator eyeing a particularly delectable prey, and her breath hitched. The slow, deliberate pacing of his words was doing things to her that a family dinner had no business doing.
    "Veiny¡­" he continued, his eyes narrowing as if savoring every syllable.
    Nadia swallowed hard, the lump in her throat doing nothing to stop the heat pooling between her thighs. Her mind was screaming, Oh god, not here, not now!
    "Throbbing¡­ carrot," he finished, the pause stretching just long enough to feel like a punchline to some cosmic joke.
    Nadia's jaw nearly hit the table.
    "A carrot?!"
    She squeaked, though the soft, unbidden moan that followed completely betrayed her.
    Artis wasn't done.
    "Stuffed so thoroughly¡­" he drawled, gripping his bowl with exaggerated intensity, "that she forgets the date, the time, maybe even her own name. Juices dripping down her thighs, completely spent¡­"
    He licked his lips like the devil himself, his eyes smoldering as they drank in her reaction.
    Nadia was a mess. Words failed her, her brain short-circuited under the weight of his innuendo.
    Her thighs pressed together, trying to quell the desperate ache, her hands trembling like she'd just been caught sneaking into the cookie jar.
    "I¡­ I¡­"
    She stammered, cheeks blazing, nipples betraying her resolve as they stood at attention beneath the thin fabric of her nightie.
    Artis chuckled low and dangerous.
    "What's the matter, Nadia? Can't handle a little dinner talk?"
    Juliana, oblivious to the volcanic tension at the table, tilted head like a curious puppy, her mind still marinating in confusion. Carrot? Stuffing? What kind of dinner conversation is this?
    'Why would a carrot leave her quivering, anyway?'
    She thought, her eyes narrowing as if the answer might suddenly appear on the soup's surface.
    Her thoughts were foggy these days, and the culprit sat smugly across the table. Ever since Artis had started teasing her, her brain had been running on fumes. It was all him¡ªhis stupidly perfect body, his smug smirk, and, of course, that damn oversized cock.
    And the way he drained her divine water (as she liked to poetically put it)? It left her out cold, curled up like a sated kitten every single time.
    This had become her life now¡ªa cycle of teasing, draining, and passing out, and honestly, she wasn't even mad about it.
    But then Artis did something. One of his hands dipped below the table, fumbling under his robe. Her eyes darted down instinctively, her breath hitching, her mind jumping to all the filthy possibilities. Then, he pulled out¡­
    A carrot.
    Not just any carrot¡ªa massive, thick, veiny monstrosity that looked like it belonged in a porn parody of a vegetable garden.
    'Ohhhh.'
    Her face went blank, her brain connecting the dots at a speed that felt embarrassingly slow.
    "Are you hungry, Mommy?"
    Artis asked, flashing her a grin that was equal parts innocent and devilish.
    "Yes, baby. Very hungry."
    She replied automatically, her eyes fixed on the carrot like it was the Holy Grail.
    And then, inspiration struck.
    "Oh no! The spoon just dropped," she exclaimed, her voice dripping with mock surprise as she oh-so-conveniently knocked her spoon to the floor. "I guess I should get it."
    Her chair scraped back as she bent down, her movements slow and deliberate, giving Artis an uninterrupted view of her cleavage as she "searched" for the spoon.
    Underneath the table, her eyes locked onto the carrot.
    Juliana thought she was the epitome of stealth¡ªsmooth as a shadow on a moonless night. But Nadia, perched across the table with a scowl that could curdle milk, had seen everything.
    Juliana didn't even glance at her. Nope, her eyes were glued to Artis, dripping with lust like she was auditioning for the role of Desperate Housewife of the Year.
    The spoon wasn't just dropped¡ªit was a weapon of distraction, and Juliana wielded it like a pro.
    'Seriously?'
    Nadia fumed.
    'These two act like I'm wallpaper. It's bad enough I have to listen to their "activities" through the paper-thin walls¡ªnow they're turning dinner into a live show?'
    Juliana, blissfully unaware or just not giving a damn, tilted her body sideways like a cat stretching before naptime.
    Her ass remained firmly planted on her chair while her upper half casually collapsed into Artis's lap.
    Without hesitation, her mouth opened wide, and she took in the infamous "carrot" with a dramatic moan that could've won an Oscar.
    Nadia's knuckles whitened as she gripped her spoon.
    'It should be me. I should be the one sitting in his lap, not her.'
    Juliana, on the other hand, was putting on a performance that would've left a Vegas stage show feeling underwhelming.
    She moaned like she was auditioning for a sultry audiobook, her throat stretching in ways that defied both physics and common decency.
    Artis, ever the showman, leaned back in his chair with a shit-eating grin, locking eyes with Nadia. The bastard smirked at her. Mockingly. Teasingly.
    Meanwhile, the dining hall echoed with the wet, messy symphony of gagging and spitting as Juliana's head bobbed up and down. Her hair flopped above the table, only to disappear again below, like some deranged whack-a-mole.
    Saliva dripped down the length of the carrot, pooling onto Artis's abs and crotch in a sticky mess. Juliana wasn't just eating¡ªit was a full-on worship session, and the altar was Artis's smug, shirtless torso.
    Nadia's throat tightened as she gulped, her eyes glued to the scene despite herself. The heat in her body climbed with every passing second, the jealousy sizzling in her veins like oil on a hot skillet.
    But Artis, ever the provocateur, only gave her a wink.

 Chapter 75 Awkward Family Dinner!

    "Take your time, mommy. Me and Nadia aren't going anywhere. Right, Nadia?"Artis drawled, his smirk sharper than a blade.
    That damn smirk.
    Nadia's glare could've fried an egg¡ªor maybe that was just her jealousy simmering at full boil.
    Sure, she looked annoyed, but deep down, she was stewing because she wasn't the one down there choking on his oversized "vegetable."
    Her mood soured further when Artis's hand casually wandered to Juliana's thigh, like it had all the time in the world.
    He tapped it twice, and Juliana obediently lifted her leg onto her chair, spreading herself wider than a yoga instructor mid-sun salutation.
    And then¡ªoh, he was a bastard¡ªArtis locked eyes with Nadia, ensuring she didn't miss a single second.
    Slowly, theatrically, he licked two of his fingers, the sound wet and obscene. The glisten of his saliva caught the light as his hand disappeared beneath Juliana's robe.
    A moment later, his fingers slid into her dripping, pantiless pussy.
    "HNNNGGHH!!"
    Juliana's moan erupted like a volcano, loud and shameless. Her head flew back, her hair cascading like some sort of porno shampoo commercial.
    Her mind shattered as Artis's fingers worked their magic, hitting every spot like they were pre-programmed with GPS precision.
    And yet¡ªstill¡ªshe didn't stop sucking that carrot.
    The dining hall was now an orchestra of wet, sloppy sounds: Juliana's gagging on the carrot, the slick squelch of her pussy being fingered, and her moans blending into an erotic symphony that echoed off the walls.
    Nadia, poor Nadia, was a wreck. Her thighs clenched together as she felt her own arousal pooling between her legs. Her panties, not that they'd have stood a chance, were soaked through.
    'He hasn't even touched me.'
    She thought bitterly, her body betraying her with every twitch and throb.
    "I was thinking about buying him some alcohol... Dad. I'm talking about Dad."
    Artis said, his tone casual, as though his hand wasn't currently buried knuckle-deep in the said person's wife's dripping pussy.
    Nadia blinked, her brain short-circuiting at the chaos in front of her.
    "Wh-what...? Al-alcohol? W-w-why?"
    She stammered, though her question lacked conviction.
    Because honestly, how was she supposed to focus on that when Juliana had one leg propped up like she was auditioning for an adult gymnastics routine, and Artis's hand was working her like he was kneading dough for a prize-winning loaf?
    "Well, stopping someone like him¡ªwho's been drinking for decades¡ªcold turkey will only make him go mad. We need to taper it off. Slowly. Naturally. The best way is to lower the amount of alcohol, little by little, until he can't handle a single drop. You follow me?"
    His fingers didn't miss a beat, plunging and curling, producing wet, obscene squelches that echoed louder than his reasoning.
    Nadia tried. She really did. She tried to look at his face while he spoke, to process the words like a reasonable adult.
    But her eyes betrayed her, darting to Juliana's face, which was twisted in unfiltered ecstasy, then to the glistening, pumping hand that was causing all the commotion.
    "Aaarrrghh~!"
    Juliana suddenly screamed, her body jerking violently. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Nadia froze, her breath hitching as Juliana's legs quivered uncontrollably. Her pussy practically exploded, juices spraying like she was a malfunctioning water fountain.
    A particularly ambitious droplet soared through the air and landed squarely on the table.
    Nadia's heart pounded as she stared at the evidence of Juliana's orgasm gleaming in the light.
    Her face burned hotter than the soup in front of her, and she clenched her thighs under the table, hating¡ªand loving¡ªhow her body was reacting.
    "I-I-Is that so¡ªoh damn!"
    Nadia exclaimed, losing her composure entirely as her elbow slipped, sending soup cascading from her chin straight down to her low-cut nightie.
    The steaming liquid trailed over her cleavage, accentuating the two unmistakable tents that were already pitched.
    Artis, catching the scene with his predatory smirk, leaned in, his voice dripping with mock concern.
    "What is this, Nadia? So clumsy. Here, let me help you out."
    Her eyes widened in panic as she realized he wasn't reaching for a napkin but extending the same hand that had just been wrist-deep in Juliana's quivering mess.
    His fingers glistened obscenely with evidence of her mother's euphoric meltdown, making it very clear what exactly he was offering.
    Her heart raced.
    'What the hell is he thinking? Does he want me to¡ª? No, no, wait... Is this a test?!'
    Questions fired through her head like a panicked squirrel dodging traffic.
    The hand reached her chin, his fingers casually smearing the mix of soup and something else across her skin.
    Then, with deliberate slowness, he raised those same fingers to her lips, the motion oozing confidence and command.
    "Suck it..."
    Her mouth went dry¡ªwell, mentally, at least, because physically, her lips parted on instinct. Her eyes darted between his smug face and the two offending fingers now inches from her mouth.
    The liquid on them wasn't just soup; the clear, slick sheen told a much more intimate story.
    Her pulse hammered in her ears. She gulped, hesitating, but her body betrayed her. The heat pooling between her thighs reminded her she wasn't exactly in a position to refuse... quite literally.
    Artis's expression shifted ever so slightly, the smirk melting into something closer to genuine curiosity.
    It was like he was conducting an experiment, waiting to see if Nadia could¡ªno, would¡ªbe inducted into the depraved circus he and Juliana were already headlining.
    Nadia's hesitation dissolved like butter in a hot pan. Her plum-colored lips parted, and with a deliberate slowness that screamed both innocence and desire, she leaned in, taking his fingers into her mouth.
    Artis's eyes widened for a heartbeat¡ªjust a flicker of surprise¡ªbefore his signature smirk slid back into place like it had never left.
    Her lips wrapped around his fingers, the slick sensation making him cock an eyebrow as if silently applauding her boldness.
    The taste hit her tongue like a freight train. Salt and sweetness mingled together in a heady cocktail that screamed Juliana.
    It wasn't just a flavor; it was a confession, an intimate secret passed directly from one body to another.
    Nadia's entire body betrayed her in response. Her thighs clenched under the table, a soft, muffled moan bubbling up from her throat as her eyes involuntarily fluttered back.
    The spoon clattered forgotten into her bowl as both hands shot forward, clutching his muscular forearm like it was her lifeline.
    She sucked with a fervor that could've put a vacuum cleaner to shame, her tongue swirling around his fingers like she was trying to extract every last drop of her mother's essence.
    Artis chuckled darkly, watching her with a mix of amusement and satisfaction.
    "Careful, Nadia. You might just find yourself addicted."
    Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn't let up, her body now moving on instinct. Whatever line she thought she had, she'd crossed it, and the thrill of it was written all over her face.
    "That's it. Take your time."
    Nadia's tongue danced over his fingers like she was trying to decipher some divine recipe. Her head spun, her body betraying her with each flick of her tongue.
    She felt like she was levitating, floating on the sheer intensity of the moment. And damn, the lingering taste of her mommy wasn't helping¡ªit was only turning her into a puddle of need.
    "Th-there's some soup spilled here too..."
    She finally managed, her voice shaky as she pointed to the trail of white soup sliding provocatively from her chin down to her cleavage.
    Artis tilted his head, his smirk widening.
    "Yeah, you're right."
    Before she could process what he was about to do, his fingers moved down, swiping a dollop of soup from her collarbone.
    Her heart raced as he brought it back to her lips. She didn't hesitate, sucking his finger like it held the elixir of life.
    But he wasn't done. Oh no. His hand glided lower, fingers grazing her skin just above her breasts.
    The brief touch was enough to send electric shocks racing through her, her body practically begging for more.
    Her nipples hardened under the thin fabric of her nightie, and her thighs pressed together involuntarily.
    Then he stopped, just a hair's breadth away from where she wanted him most, swiping another streak of soup¡ªthis time from the upper curve of her breast.
    His finger returned to her lips, and she licked it with a desperation that was almost pitiful, her eyes locked on his with a pleading intensity.
    But Artis wasn't about to give her what she craved. Each time he moved his hand lower, only to stop short of truly satisfying her, it felt like an expertly crafted torment.
    The frustration built inside her, a slow boil threatening to spill over.
    "A-and th-there... too."
    Nadia stammered, pointing to the trails of soup that shamelessly dripped down her cleavage, the peaks of her nipples practically screaming for attention through the strained fabric of her nightie.
    The neckline was so low that one wrong move could turn dinner into a whole new kind of feast.
    Artis leaned back slightly, his smirk widening like a cat who had just found a mouse trapped in a cookie jar.
    "Should I squeeze the remaining soup in one go?"
    Nadia swallowed hard, her face a beacon of crimson lust.
    "Y-yes... squeeze as much as you want."
    Artis chuckled darkly.
    "Nah, just once is enough to drain you."
    The innuendo hit her like a sledgehammer, and her blush deepened, her body trembling under his teasing.
    Slowly, deliberately, Artis reached out, his hand stretching with predatory precision....

 Chapter 76 Cleaning up a Mess!

    Slowly, deliberately, Artis reached out, his hand stretching with predatory precision....His thumb slid under the edge of her nightie, grazing the soft curve of her underboob like it had all the time in the world.
    The remaining four fingers splayed above where her breasts began, hovering with maddening proximity to her stiff nipples.
    Nadia's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling like a stormy sea. His touch was maddeningly close but infuriatingly restrained. Her body was betraying her, every nerve ending screaming for more.
    Her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to contain the flood, but it was no use. She could feel her juices trickling down her legs, pooling beneath her chair as if her body was trying to compete with the soup spill.
    Artis tilted his head, his smirk as smug as ever.
    "You're making a bigger mess than the soup, Nadia."
    Her voice cracked as she tried to respond, but all she could manage was a breathy, needy whimper.
    Then, ever so slowly, Artis applied pressure. His fingers pressed down, gliding with deliberate intent, while his thumb ascended like it was on a pilgrimage to her nipple.
    Nadia's mouth fell open in a silent scream before a guttural moan ripped free, echoing through the room like the overture to some sinful symphony.
    Her head snapped back as if possessed, her body arching off the chair in an exaggerated display of ecstasy.
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    She hollered, her legs spasming wildly, sending her chair skidding an inch back as her juices turned the floor into a hazardous slip zone.
    Artis wasn't even halfway done. His hand curled further, cupping her entire breast like it was a prize to be claimed.
    The way he worked her, you'd think he was sculpting fine art, not manhandling a woman who was one shiver away from turning the dining room into a wetland sanctuary.
    Nadia's head lolled limply against the chair, her legs twitching like she'd just been electrocuted, and yet he persisted.
    His hand journeyed higher, his fingers stopping just shy of her hardened peak, now glistening like it was about to explode from sheer anticipation.
    And then it happened. His thumb moved with maddening slowness, a deliberate tease, before the very tip grazed her nipple.
    A shockwave tore through her body, her back arching so violently the chair tipped.
    "OH MY FUCKING GOD!"
    She shrieked, her voice cracking like a bad karaoke rendition. The chair wobbled but miraculously didn't topple, as if even gravity knew this moment needed to be savored.
    Her legs twitched like a malfunctioning wind-up toy, and another gush of her juices joined the growing puddle on the floor.
    Nadia was ascending to another plane of existence¡ªher mouth opened wide, a high-pitched squeal bursting out as his thumb finally pressed down on the hardened peak like it was the button to launch her straight into orbit.
    "A-AAHHHH!"
    Her back arched so dramatically she resembled a human bowstring, her head thrown back like she was auditioning for the role of "Orgasmic Statue #1."
    Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Artis gave her breast a punishing squeeze, then pulled in a single, deliberate motion.
    It was over. Nadia's dam of pent-up frustration and unfulfilled lust shattered, and her orgasm hit like a tsunami.
    The scream she let out was primal, unhinged, echoing through the room like she was summoning spirits.
    Her legs spasmed wildly, and the sheer force of her climax turned her into a leaky sprinkler system.
    Unfortunately for Juliana, who was enthusiastically choking on Artis's cock like it was the last popsicle on a hot summer day, she was directly in the splash zone.
    But did Juliana have a clue? Not a damn chance. The poor woman was laser-focused on guzzling down Artis's "scepter of glory" like it held the secret to eternal youth.
    Her mouth worked overtime, slurping and guzzling like she was trying to win an Olympic medal in enthusiastic suction. Her face was a masterpiece of spit, drool, and whatever else had joined the party, creating a Picasso of fluids.
    Whether the new splash decorating her cheeks was her own spit or Artis's "special sauce," she didn't know¡ªand honestly, she didn't care. She was too busy worshipping the object of her obsession like a thirsty pilgrim at the fountain of life.
    Meanwhile, Nadia was pulling herself together¡ªor trying to. Her body finally stopped spasming like a short-circuited robot, and her head lolled forward from where it had been dramatically hanging over the back of her chair.
    She inhaled deeply, then leaned on the table, her breaths slowing as she steadied herself.
    But then she glanced downward.
    "Oh, holy fuck¡ª"
    Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the catastrophe below. The chair was practically a slip-and-slide, and her lower half looked like she'd just come out of a dunk tank.
    Her nightie, soaked and clinging to her like second skin, left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
    'Did I... did I really do this?'
    She glanced up, and of course, Artis was watching her. That infuriating, devilish smirk was plastered across his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something far more sinful.
    "You look like you had fun."
    He teased, his voice dripping with mock innocence.
    Nadia wanted to evaporate on the spot. She glared at him, but the redness creeping up her face betrayed her.
    "Shut up..."
    She muttered, crossing her arms defensively over her chest¡ªbut all it did was squish her breasts together, creating an even more tantalizing view.
    Artis's smirk only grew wider.
    "No need to be shy, Nadia. Everyone has a first time making a puddle."
    If looks could kill, Artis would've been six feet under.
    Instead, he chuckled, leaning back like the smug bastard he was, while Juliana continued her marathon below, oblivious to Nadia's mortified glare and the literal pool at her feet.
    Nadia's shame hit her like a freight train. Moments ago, she'd been desperate¡ªno, feral¡ªfor Artis to touch her, to ravage her, to make her a permanent resident of Sin City.
    But now, post-orgasm clarity struck her like divine punishment. A week's worth of pent-up tension had exploded out of her, and with it, her common sense decided to return for an uninvited cameo.
    Her thoughts raced at light speed, each more mortifying than the last.
    'Did I really do that? Did I just... squirt all over the floor? Did I just suck his fingers like a starved kitten in front of Juliana? Oh, gods, why do I exist?'
    Her muffled self-recriminations were interrupted by Artis's deep, throaty laugh, and she peeked through her fingers just in time to see him lounging smugly like a king on his throne of chaos.
    That damned smirk was back, as if to remind her of every single shameful second of the evening.
    "No, no, no..."
    She whispered, shaking her head vigorously like she could somehow deny reality.
    Artis raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
    "What's the matter, Nadia? Regret spilling your feelings all over the place?"
    That did it. With a strangled noise that sounded somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, she shot to her feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.
    Her wet nightie clung to her like a second skin, leaving absolutely no mystery about what lay beneath.
    Artis's gaze flicked down briefly, and his grin turned wolfish.
    "Careful, Nadia. Running off like that might give me the wrong idea."
    "Shut up!" she shrieked, her voice muffled by her hands, which were still firmly planted over her face as she made a mad dash for her room.
    Her bare feet slapped against the floor, the sheer awkwardness of her retreat only making the moment more absurd.
    And yet, as she disappeared down the hall, leaving a trail of shame and glistening thighs, Artis couldn't hold back any longer.
    The sight of her wet nightie clinging to every curve, paired with her panicked escape, was too much.
    With a deep groan, his head fell back, and Juliana¡ªstill very occupied¡ªlet out a surprised gasp as he finally lost control.
    Artis didn't even need to guide her¡ªJuliana was a woman on a mission.
    Her hands gripped his thighs as she drove herself deeper, her lips sealed tight around the throbbing base of his cock, determined not to let even a single drop escape.
    His shaft pulsed violently, the sensation sending tremors through his entire body as his release surged straight into her eager mouth.
    Juliana didn't flinch, didn't falter. She swallowed every wave with practiced grace, her throat working rhythmically to make sure none of his divine essence was wasted.
    Even after the torrent began to ebb, she didn't pull away. No, Juliana stayed right where she was, ensuring every last drop found its way into her.
    Only when she was confident that there wasn't so much as a stray bead left did she finally withdraw, slowly and sensually, her lips dragging along his length like she was savoring the taste.
    Artis let out a long exhale, his body relaxing as the last tremor subsided. He glanced down, catching Juliana's eyes as she tilted her head back with a satisfied smile.
    Her lips were glistening, and her tongue darted out to capture a stray drop clinging to the corner of her mouth.
    But she wasn't done. Juliana leaned back in, planting soft kisses along his shaft, her tongue flicking out to trace every vein, every curve.
    Her movements were deliberate, her intent clear¡ªshe wasn't just cleaning him; she was worshipping him.
    "You're thorough, aren't you?"
    Artis smirked, his voice low and teasing.
    Juliana pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and devotion.
    "Of course," she purred, pressing one last kiss to his now-clean tip. "I wouldn't want to leave a mess behind. You deserve better than that."

 Chapter 77 Scheming and Breakthrough!

    After what could only be described as the most awkward, awkwardly moist, and oddly satisfying dinner of all time, the household settled back into its usual chaotic rhythm¡ªthough the mood swings in each room could probably fuel a soap opera.Nadia, having suffered the dual embarrassment of explosive self-discovery and her own sprint of shame, had barricaded herself in her room, where muffled cries of "Why me?!" could occasionally be heard.
    Juliana, ever the dutiful multitasker, took it upon herself to clean everything. And by "everything," it included the floors, the plates, and probably a portion of her dignity before retreating to her room.
    Her husband, true to his role as a living piece of furniture, didn't even glance up from his corner, likely too busy pretending to exist.
    Artis, however, had other plans. Far from the typical post-dinner retreat, he engaged in some extracurricular activities.
    With a smirk that could curdle holy water, he casually kidnapped the very chair that had been baptized by Nadia's "special sauce."
    This wasn't just any chair. No, this was the chair. The seat of scandal. The throne of unspeakable lust and yin-rich energy.
    Dragging the chair into his room like a victorious caveman bringing home a kill, Artis plopped down on it, the faint scent of hormones and shame wafting upward.
    He cracked his knuckles and took a deep breath, ready to absorb the potent yin energy still lingering in its fabric.
    But why stop at just the chair? He glanced at his fingers¡ªthe ones that had been deep in Juliana's "hidden treasures" not too long ago. With a wicked chuckle, he spread them wide and wiggled them like a pianist about to perform a masterpiece.
    "While my body absorbs this ridiculously excessive yin energy, let's get educated."
    Artis muttered, standing up and grabbing the well-worn dual cultivation scripture from the bed.
    The cover alone had seen more action than half the kingdom¡ªcreases, smudges, and a suspicious stain that might've been soup or something much less innocent.
    He plopped onto the chair again like a king on his throne, crossing one leg over the other with exaggerated elegance.
    The chair creaked under the pressure¡ªnot from his weight, but likely from the lingering shame still embedded in its fibers.
    With a smirk, he began his dual operation: absorbing yin energy through his backside like a spiritual vacuum cleaner while flipping through the scripture with the kind of intent usually reserved for forbidden love letters.
    He wasn't reading for leisure, oh no. Artis had a mission¡ªa specific verse, an elusive golden nugget of wisdom. A technique that promised to supercharge his energy recycling like a cultivation turbocharger.
    "Double the efficiency, double the results."
    He murmured, his fingers brushing over the text.
    If he could master this, there'd be no need for his current slow-burn tactics. No more teasing, edging, or milking yin energy drop by agonizing drop.
    Oh no, with this method, he could dive straight into the main event. His fantasies began to race: willing participants lining up for him to plow through like a farmer at harvest time.
    Or, if they weren't exactly willing¡­ well, he had ways of persuading them that left everyone satisfied¡ªeventually.
    "Matriarch, Young Lady, and all you so-called heroes¡ªhere I come."
    Artis declared with a fist clenched so tight it could probably shatter walnuts. His mind raced through a gallery of stunning women he'd met so far:
    Juliana, dripping devotion; Nadia, sweet yet chaotic; the matriarch, a milf with enough charisma to make a monastery tremble; and her haughty daughter, all fire and curves.
    Oh, and let's not forget the mysterious hero party he was dying to meet. Surely, they had a few untapped treasures of their own.
    As he flipped through the scripture, poetic verses leaped off the pages, dripping with profundity and innuendo.
    "Two bodies with one soul, erecting peaks and plunging valleys, like a wolf and a sheep, where yin and yang meet to form the perfect harmony¡­"
    Artis snorted.
    "Erecting peaks? Nice touch, ancient sages. Subtle as a drunk bard."
    He read on, his eyebrows arching with every word. The verses were like riddles wrapped in metaphors, dipped in spiritual smut. Interpreting them felt like trying to solve a puzzle while someone kept tossing innuendos in his ear.
    "One, the man must know that the woman is his, the two bodies united as one."
    His lips twitched into a grin.
    But then he stumbled upon a verse that gave him pause.
    "A man can never truly achieve the peak of pleasure until he is the absolute master of the woman."
    He blinked. Once. Twice. Then rubbed his chin like a scholar pondering the secrets of the universe¡ªor, in this case, the ethics of bedroom domination.
    "Problematic much?" he muttered. "How exactly am I supposed to be the 'absolute master' of women who could probably kick my ass...?"
    He leaned back in the shame-stained chair, his smirk dimming as reality caught up to his overinflated fantasies.
    Even for a guy as confident as Artis, the logistics were daunting.
    Juliana was already bending over backward¡ªliterally¡ªfor him, but Nadia had been a hormonal hurricane, and the matriarch? She probably had ancient techniques that would leave him begging for mercy.
    And her daughter? Hah. Good luck trying to tame that firecracker.
    "A man can never truly achieve the peak of pleasure until he is the absolute master of the woman."
    Artis read the verse again, squinting at the text like it had just insulted his lineage.
    "The absolute master? What is this, a bedroom dictatorship? Am I supposed to hold a whip or something?"
    He scratched his chin, pondering whether the ancient authors of this scripture were into some seriously kinky power dynamics.
    "No, no, this has to mean something else."
    He muttered, stroking his imaginary philosopher's beard.
    "This is a dual cultivation scripture, not a manual for BDSM roleplay. It's about balance and spiritual growth¡ªor at least that's what they sell it as. Sure, some women like being submissive, but others? They'd probably laugh me out of the room if I tried pulling that 'master' nonsense."
    He nodded sagely, as if the gods themselves had just delivered this revelation.
    "Yeah, it's not about domination. The scripture's gotta be saying something deeper."
    With renewed determination, Artis flipped the page, his eyes scanning for the next profound gem.
    "A man can never truly achieve the peak of pleasure unless the woman gives him the pleasure willingly."
    Artis paused, then let out a low, self-satisfied chuckle.
    "Aah, there it is..."
    He leaned back in his chair, smirking like he'd just unlocked the secret to the universe¡ªor at least to not getting slapped mid-cultivation session.
    "So, it's not about bending her to my will. It's about her bending willingly. Much better. Besides, I like my ladies feisty. Keeps things... interesting."
    Artis chuckled, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all.
    "So, this whole thing is just a glorified sex manual, huh? Written by either a monk who got a taste and went rogue, or some ancient Casanova with way too much time on his hands."
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    He flipped through the pages one last time, marveling at the sheer amount of sexual metaphors.
    "Phrases like 'accepting her sacred lotus' and 'offering your divine essence'? Who writes this stuff? Horny poets?"
    Still, the instructions were clear¡ªif bizarre.
    "The man must be willing to accept the woman's energy, and the woman should be willing to accept his seed."
    He repeated it aloud, as if it were some sacred mantra.
    As he pondered the wisdom¡ªor ridiculousness¡ªof it all, golden lights began emanating from his body, specifically his ass cheeks and hands.
    The chair beneath him glowed like it was hosting a cosmic disco, and the room hummed with power.
    The yin energy he'd been absorbing surged through his meridians, filling him with raw, primal energy.
    His veins felt like rivers of molten gold, his heart pounded like a war drum, and his hair practically stood on end as if it had become a lightning rod for all this newfound power. S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Oh yeah," he muttered, grinning like a man who'd just found out he won the lottery. "It's happening."
    Closing the book with a final thud, he tossed it onto his bed, assuming a meditative pose. His eyes shut as he focused inward, the energy coursing through him like an unstoppable tide.
    "This is it," he thought, his body trembling with anticipation. "The breakthrough I've been waiting for. Time to level up and plow my way to greatness¡ªliterally and figuratively."
    ...
    Meanwhile, in a palace that could only be described as "ridiculously over the top," in a room so luxurious it made royalty seem frugal, a sultry yet commanding voice echoed off the gold-inlaid walls.
    "Are you sure about this?"
    The woman asked, her tone both curious and calculating.
    "I mean, it's not exactly unheard of, but mom and son? And the sister? All of this conveniently happening right after he snagged that scripture from the inventory?"
    She stretched languidly on a bed so enormous it could host a diplomatic summit¡ªor a very wild party.
    The silk sheets shimmered under the light, barely containing her assets, which seemed one sudden movement away from staging a full-on rebellion against her nightie.
    "And this scripture," she continued, a devilish grin creeping onto her face, "not only gives him a playbook for debauchery but also boosts his cultivation? If that's the case..."
    Her voice dropped into a husky whisper as her fingers trailed idly along the edge of the bed.
    "Don't you think I should be the one holding it? After all, who better to wield such power... than me?"

 Chapter 78 Unexpected Guests!

    In a dimly lit tavern on the outskirts of the sect¡ªa place with a reputation as shady as a drunk elder at a disciplinary hearing¡ªthree cloaked figures huddled at a corner table.The flickering lantern light struggled to penetrate their heavy black robes, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper, "Definitely up to no good."
    The largest of the three, a hulking figure whose mere presence screamed "don't mess with me unless you're suicidal," was busy chugging beer after beer like his life depended on it.
    The wooden mugs disappeared into the abyss of his hood with alarming speed, each empty vessel hitting the table with a satisfying thunk.
    Meanwhile, the other two figures were far more vigilant, their eyes darting around the room, sizing up the patrons. The woman, her voice sharp and tinged with annoyance, leaned forward slightly.
    "Half these idiots are outsiders," she muttered, her cat ears twitching under her hood. "Did we screw up and pick the wrong tavern, or is this place just that popular with the riffraff?"
    If anyone dared to peek beneath her hood¡ªwhich would be a bold, possibly suicidal move¡ªthey'd catch a glimpse of a sleek tail flicking in irritation.
    The aura she exuded was enough to deter even the drunkest of fools from getting too curious, a fact proven by the unconscious man slumped against the bar, his head suspiciously aligned with her earlier trajectory.
    The third member snorted.
    "Does it matter? If they're in here, they're either too drunk to care or too stupid to matter. Keep your claws in, kitty."
    The woman shot him a glare so intense it could've peeled paint off the walls.
    "Say that again, and I'll shove this claw where the sun doesn't shine."
    She hissed, her voice dripping with menace.
    The big guy slammed another empty mug on the table, wiping his hood with a massive hand.
    "Relax, both of you," he rumbled, his voice like gravel. "We're here for the intel, not a catfight. Besides," he added with a burp that shook the table, "if anyone's got a problem, they can talk to me."
    The barmaid cautiously approached with another tray of beers, the tension simmered, leaving the trio to brood in their cloaked glory while the rest of the tavern remained blissfully unaware¡ªor wisely pretended not to notice.
    The third figure, Rainer, let out an exaggerated sigh, running a gloved hand through his fiery red hair, though he kept his hood securely in place.
    His piercing blue eyes glinted under the shadow of his cloak, giving the impression that, at any moment, the entire tavern might fall to its knees in worship if he so much as flashed a smirk. And honestly? He wouldn't mind.
    "I am sure this is the place. The locals say this is the only tavern he frequents, even if his visits are... erratic."
    "By locals, you mean the lonely housewives you've been shagging, right? Don't think I didn't notice how 'thorough' your investigations have been, you sly bastard."
    Galore, the massive beer-guzzling brute, interjected with a booming laugh
    Rainer shot him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel, but Galore was unfazed, downing another mug of beer like it was water.
    "Ha! Don't play innocent now."
    Galore continued, slamming the empty mug onto the table with enough force to rattle the cutlery.
    "You're betrothed to the princess, for crying out loud, and you're still making house calls? What a champ. The stamina you must have!"
    The woman in the group groaned, rolling her eyes so hard it looked like they might get stuck in the back of her head.
    "Seriously, Galore? Could you be any louder? You're one laugh away from announcing to the entire tavern that we're here on some shady mission."
    But Galore wasn't done. He leaned back in his chair, grinning like a wolf, and gave Rainer a hearty slap on the back. A slap that, for a lesser man, would've rearranged his entire skeleton.
    "Don't worry, Rainer. I'm not judging. If anything, I'm impressed. Must be nice to be a walking wet dream, huh? Meanwhile, I'm out here drinking my weight in beer and scaring people off with my good looks."
    Daphne's jaw clenched so tightly you could practically hear her teeth grinding.
    Oh, how she hated Rainer's smugness.
    Sure, he was devastatingly handsome, ridiculously capable, and the only person who could protect the princess properly¡ªbut did he have to be such an insufferable ass about it?
    "Life is small, Galore."
    Rainer declared, swirling his beer like it was a fine wine and not the watered-down swill the tavern served.
    His grin was annoyingly charming, the kind that made housewives swoon and husbands want to throw punches.
    "Don't be so uptight. Learn to enjoy it. I swore I would enjoy life fully, and guess what? I am enjoying it fully." Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire
    Daphne resisted the urge to roll her eyes so hard she'd sprain something.
    "Not everyone is like you, Sir Rainer..."
    She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She sipped her beer, glaring at him over the rim of her mug.
    "Some people¡ªlike my princess¡ªprefer to live with dignity, maybe even a little peace and quiet. You know, without your constant hazzle."
    Rainer smirked, not even pretending to be offended.
    "What does a slave know about freedom?"
    Daphne nearly spat out her beer.
    "Excuse me?!"
    Her voice was dangerously low, the kind that made lesser men wet themselves. But before she could unleash a tirade that would scorch the smug right off his face, Rainer's piercing blue eyes zeroed in on the tavern's entrance.
    "There," he said casually, propping his elbow on the table and taking a long, leisurely sip of his drink. "Him. He looks different."
    Galore squinted at the newcomer, his thick brows furrowing in confusion.
    "Who, him? He looks like a regular-ass guard¡ªtiny but, I guess, sturdy?"
    He tilted his head like he was sizing up a particularly questionable cut of meat.
    "Honestly, he's kinda ugly. Like, knights might be overrated, but at least they don't look like they've been smacked in the face with a frying pan."
    Daphne shot Galore a glare that could curdle milk.
    "Are you serious right now? Stop judging people's faces, you oversized keg. Besides, Rainer's got this freaky knack for being right about things. It's like he's clairvoyant, or just annoyingly lucky. Either way, I'm not doubting him."
    Galore rolled his eyes and took another gulp of beer. S~ea??h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Fine, whatever. But he doesn't look different to me. Hell, if anything, he's blending in so well he's practically wallpaper. You sure you're not just fucking with us, you pompous bastard?"
    His gaze flicked to Rainer, still skeptical.
    Rainer smirked, the kind of smirk that made Daphne want to punch him in his stupid, smug face.
    "For your untrained eyes, maybe. But to me? That guy's like a glowing neon sign in a room full of dull rocks. The difference is as stark as a virgin at a brothel. That's the young master's personal guard, no doubt about it."
    He grabbed two of Galore's untouched beer glasses like a man on a mission. Galore let out an indignant squawk.
    "Hey, those are mine, you shiny-haired thief!"
    "Shut up, Galore," Rainer said, already halfway to the target. "This is our chance."
    As Rainer sauntered off, Daphne leaned toward Galore.
    "You think he's going over there to acquire some info?"
    Galore snorted, his beer sloshing in his mug.
    "Info? Please. That man's brain is a den of horny raccoons. He's already planning how to seduce the guy's wife. Mark my words."
    And sure enough, as Rainer approached, his thoughts weren't on strategy or even the mission. Oh no. His laser focus was elsewhere.
    'Bro, this guy's got a wife that's a total bombshell. I must possess her.'
    ...
    A day later, Artis strolled through the palace corridors, his steps light but his thoughts heavy with mischief.
    It had been a while since he'd graced this place with his presence, and oh, what a place it was¡ªgrand, opulent, and just begging for some chaos.
    'Gotta keep things smooth for no.'
    He mused.
    'Play nice with the young master and his family¡­ at least until the men are pushing daisies and the women are warming my bed. Heh, heh, heh.'
    The sinister laugh echoed in his head like a villain twirling his imaginary mustache. Outwardly, though, his face was a mask of serene politeness.
    No need to tip off the palace spies or overzealous guards who were probably itching for an excuse to skewer someone.
    The hallways were crawling with people who seemed far too alert for Artis's liking.
    'Geez, did they install paranoia along with those extra guards? Well, it must be the result of that incident.'
    He kept his cool, reminding himself that the inner rooms, where the young master resided, would be far more private¡ªand far more interesting.
    Yes, indeed it was going to be an interesting day as Artis was about to bumb into someone that could force him to think before he speaks.

 Chapter 79 Meeting Unexpectidely

    "Ah, junior brother, good day to you."Chirped a young disciple who looked like he'd just walked out of a sect recruitment poster¡ªrobe pristine, hair glossier than an oil spill, and a bow so deep it screamed, I'm plotting something.
    Artis returned the bow quickly, his polite smile barely hiding his unease.
    "Yes, good day to you..."
    He nodded and made his exit like a man avoiding a sales pitch for pyramid schemes.
    'Wait a damn minute.'
    Artis thought as he rounded the corner.
    'Why is that kid, who's technically in a higher position than me, bowing like I'm the patriarch's golden boy?'
    Alarm bells started ringing in his head, though he quickly silenced them with a mental groan.
    'Great, just what I needed¡ªa bad feeling to go with my bad reputation.'
    Despite his good terms with the patriarch and his family, Artis knew his position was... precarious. Living in the outer court wasn't just his preference¡ªit was his survival strategy.
    'Better to be the big fish in the kiddie pool than get roasted alive in the shark tank of the inner court.'
    Besides, his cultivation base was a joke, and his potential? Let's just say even the sect's cleaning manual had better prospects.
    If the young master tried to pull strings to get him promoted, Pliney, would shut it down faster than a brothel raid.
    'No way that old fart would let me skip the ranks. He'd probably lecture the patriarch about fairness, integrity, and how I'd piss off every disciple from both courts if I leapfrogged them.'
    Still, the kid's behavior bugged him.
    'What's his angle? Trying to butter me up? Spying for someone? Or maybe...he's just trying not to laugh at my face?'
    Artis shook his head and kept walking.
    'Times are changing, old man Pliney.'
    Artis thought with a smirk that could have melted a nun's resolve.
    'After I plow through those walking wet dreams, I'm coming straight for this palace. Sweet, sweet Matriarch, you won't know what hit you... He he he.'
    He stepped into the inner room like a man on a mission but froze mid-stride, his cocky swagger replaced by the wide-eyed stare of someone who'd just been hit by divine cleavage intervention.
    His eyes locked onto the Matriarch, who stood there, draped in a red robe so tight it looked like it was holding on for dear life.
    The black stripes on the hem were barely noticeable next to the twin mountains threatening to spill out from her chest.
    Then came the giggle¡ªsoft, teasing, and enough to send a shiver down his spine.
    "Oh, Artis, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
    Her voice was smooth and sultry, like honey laced with venom.
    Artis snapped out of his daze and dropped to his knees faster than a gambler losing everything on a bad bet.
    "Greetings, Matriarch!"
    He blurted, bowing so low he could practically kiss the floor.
    The Matriarch tilted her head, her crimson lips curving into a knowing smile.
    "Tell me, why did you stop in your tracks like that?" she asked, her tone carrying the faintest edge of amusement.
    He glanced up cautiously, his eyes briefly betraying the war between reverence and pure lust.
    "Matriarch, please forgive me. Your beauty... it stunned me."
    The Matriarch let out a soft laugh, the kind that could make a grown man feel like both prey and plaything.
    She placed her hands behind her back, which only served to push her breasts forward in a way that could have derailed a monk's meditation.
    "Fu fu fu~ Should I tell my husband that you're flirting with his wife?"
    Her smirk widened as she watched Artis squirm. He swallowed hard, his mind racing for a response that wouldn't get him castrated¡ªor worse.
    But even as panic flared, a treacherous voice in the back of his head whispered, Worth it.
    "Please forgive my impudence, Matriarch. My mouth runs faster than my brain."
    Artis said, bowing so low he could've licked the polished floor.
    "This junior will do whatever it takes to repent for his mistake."
    The Matriarch chuckled, her laughter as smooth as silk but with an edge sharp enough to flay him alive.
    "Ha ha ha... Relax, junior apprentice. I was only teasing. You shouldn't be so uptight talking to me. After all, you saved my dignity once, didn't you? Didn't you? It was you..."
    Artis froze, feeling the weight of her words like a guillotine over his neck. He swallowed hard, his mind screaming,
    'Shit! Shit! She knows! She fucking knows!'
    "...who caught the pervert peeping at me, right?"
    She leaned in closer, her robe slipping just enough to make him question every life decision that had brought him here.
    "And you gouged out his eyes since he saw my body. Such a noble act. Tell me, junior... Should we make this punishment standard for all perverts who dare to peep at women?"
    Gulp.
    His throat betrayed him with a loud, awkward swallow. His face was a cocktail of terror and guilt as she smiled at him with a knowing glint in her eyes.
    Her tone was playful, but the way she wielded her words felt like she was wrapping a noose around his neck¡ªand tightening it.
    'She knows.'
    Sweat dripped down his back as his mind scrambled for an escape.
    'What do I do? Play innocent? Beg for mercy? Fake a heart attack?'
    His heartbeat raced like a stallion in heat until an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. It wasn't brilliant, but it was all he had.
    'Wait... if she knew it was me, I'd already be six feet under.. Since I'm still here, does that mean... hmm... let's test the waters.'
    Artis straightened slightly, trying to look both repentant and cheeky.
    "Yes, Matriarch, anyone who peeps at a woman without her consent deserves punishment. But... what about a woman who willingly entertains the pervert? Shouldn't she face consequences too?"
    He risked a glance upward, locking onto her face¡ªbeautiful and smug, a mix of teasing amusement and intrigue.
    Her expression shifted like a dramatic play: teasing to amused, and then back to a devilish smile that made his cock twitch in fear and excitement. Dangerous woman alert.
    From his kneeling position, he couldn't help but notice her robe's outrageous split that revealed a leg so flawless it could've been sculpted by a horny god.
    Her thighs, creamy and begging to be bitten, were right there, tantalizingly close.
    And above them? Those glorious, barely-contained tits that looked one sudden move away from making a glorious jailbreak. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire
    "Ahem~ I'm not sure..."
    She replied, her tone dripping with mock innocence as her fingers traced her lips.
    "Why don't you enlighten me, young junior? What should happen to a woman who willingly lets a pervert ogle her?"
    Artis swallowed hard, his brain spinning like a drunk trying to dance.
    "Well, uh... maybe she should... be punished... by her pervert."
    The words were barely out of his mouth before he realized how bold they sounded. But instead of outrage, the Matriarch's eyes glimmered with a mix of wickedness and... was that curiosity?
    'It's working.'
    Artis thought, his confidence growing.
    'This isn't a power game. This is a dance. And I'm about to cha-cha my way into something glorious... or fatal.'
    "Hahahahaha!"
    The Matriarch's laugh echoed through the room...
    "That's a good one, Junior apprentice. But tell me, what would a pervert really do to a woman like that? What would you do, if¡ªof course, purely hypothetically¡ªyou were a pervert, which I know, obviously, you're not."
    Artis's mind raced like a drunken horse on ice.
    'Oh fuck, she's baiting me. What am I supposed to say? That I'd pin her down and plough her like I'm tilling a damn field? No, gotta play this smart... but not too smart.'
    He cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze as though it might set him on fire.
    "Well, uh... it kinda depends on the woman, doesn't it? If the woman's, you know, kind and timid, then, uh... maybe let her take the reins? You know, slow, gentle, the whole let's-fall-in-love-first bullshit. But..."
    He hesitated, stealing a glance at her.
    Her lips parted slightly, a teasing smirk threatening to spill into something more. Her cheeks were a lovely rosy hue, and her green eyes sparkled with both challenge and curiosity.
    She looked like temptation personified, wrapped in a robe that was more scandal than clothing.
    "But... what will you do?"
    She prompted, her tone dropping into something more sultry. Her smile faded slightly, her luscious lips now pressed together in an almost pout. S§×ar?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Despite her composure, the flush in her cheeks betrayed her, like a queen caught sneaking cookies before dinner.
    It was a do or die for Artis. Something he has to think this through. Something that he barely does now a days since the bimbos in his house are now a plaything for him.
    What would he do? Will he risk it or...

 Chapter 80 Dangerous Matriarch

    "Then... huh... I'm sorry, Matriarch, but I can't say such vulgar words."Artis shook his head, trying to look as pure as a monk on his first day of vows, his eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
    "Fu~ fu~ vulgar words?"
    The Matriarch's teasing voice coiled around him like silk.
    "So you are thinking something vulgar, huh?"
    He glanced up, only to catch her milky, delicate hand sliding over her shoulder as she cracked her neck, her crimson robe slipping ever so slightly to reveal a sinful curve of skin.
    She looked like she'd walked straight out of a forbidden fantasy, and his brain short-circuited for a solid two seconds.
    "Well... maybe a little," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, "but not like that! It's just that, uh, my thoughts ran wild for a second. Nothing serious, Matriarch!"
    "Hooo... so your thoughts are wild, are they?"
    Her lips curled into a smirk that could launch a thousand nosebleeds. She leaned in just enough for her ample cleavage to threaten mutiny against her robe.
    "Tell me, Junior apprentice, is this what a junior apprentice does when he's alone with a mature woman? Are you fantasizing about doing something... wild with her?"
    Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and he swore the temperature in the room skyrocketed.
    Artis blinked. His mind went haywire, like a drunk bard trying to play a harp with a chicken. His thoughts were a chaotic tangle of 'Oh fuck, she's teasing me!', 'Wait, is she serious?!', and 'Her boobs are RIGHT THERE.'
    His heart pounded so loud it was practically hosting a drum solo in his chest.
    He was certain the Matriarch could hear it too, but instead of chastising him, she just smiled wider, as though she was enjoying every second of his meltdown.
    'What the fuck do I do? If I play along and say yes, will she lose her shit, or will she... I don't know... reward me?'
    'Damn it, why does she look like she's having the time of her life teasing me like this? Should I push back a little and flirt, or just shut the hell up? Fuck, this is driving me insane!'
    Artis's internal monologue was a dumpster fire of panic and wild ideas, and he didn't notice that his body was reacting¡ªvery noticeably¡ªto the Matriarch's overwhelming presence.
    Between the heat she radiated and the sheer milf energy oozing out of her every move, his mind was turning into a foggy mess.
    "Fu fu~ don't sweat it, Junior apprentice... I was just teasing you. No need to worry about offending me. By the way, how's your preparation coming along? You're ready for this mission, right?"
    Artis practically deflated with relief as the subject finally shifted. His face was still burning hotter than a furnace, but at least he wasn't being teased to death anymore.
    "Y-yes, Matriarch. My preparations are going well," he stammered, forcing himself to focus.
    Internally, though, he was still losing his shit.
    'Thank fuck she was just playing around. If she wasn't, I'd probably already be six feet under...'
    What made it worse was the knowledge that the Matriarch was stupidly strong. Like, laugh-in-the-face-of-death strong. Stronger than the Patriarch himself.
    Hell, she could probably flick him across the room with a pinky if she wanted to.
    The fact that she was hiding her real strength from almost everyone, except the Patriarch and a select few, only made her more terrifying.
    And yet... there was something in the way she teased him, the way her lips curled into that wicked little smirk, that made him almost wish she wasn't holding back. Just a little.
    'Thank the heavens she doesn't take this shit too seriously, because I'm about one more "fu fu~" away from losing my goddamn mind.'
    "Yes, Matriarch, I'm ready. The preparations are coming along well."
    Artis said, trying to keep his voice steady.
    "I just need to learn a bit more about this ginseng. Even though I already know some, having more details can't hurt, right? Don't you think so, Matriarch?"
    The Matriarch tilted her head slightly, her lips quirking into that maddening, teasing smile of hers.
    "Indeed, that's true. Knowledge is power, after all. How about this? I'll grant you access to the library. Centuries of history, secrets, and techniques all in one place. I'm sure you'll find something useful."
    "Really? Matriarch, is it okay? Thank you!"
    Artis couldn't hide the genuine excitement in his voice.
    "Sure," she said breezily, waving a hand like she was tossing away a spare pebble. "It's nothing."
    But then, almost unconsciously, her other hand moved to her shoulder, pressing into it like she was working out a knot.
    Artis's eyes flicked to the motion before he could stop himself, and the way her fingers traced the curve of her collarbone didn't exactly help his overactive imagination.
    "I can't help but ask, Matriarch... Is something wrong with your shoulders?"
    The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
    The Matriarch froze mid-motion, her hand still on her shoulder, and then she slowly turned her gaze back to him. Her lips curved into a smirk so devilish it could've melted steel.
    "Why, Junior apprentice..." she began, her voice dripping with faux innocence, "...were you watching me just now?"
    Artis's soul nearly left his body.
    'Oh, for fuck's sake! This woman is going to end me.'
    Artis thought, sweat pooling on his back as he desperately tried to keep his composure.
    "Uh, no, no! Of course not! I mean, not like that! I wasn't¡ªuh, you just seemed... tense? And I was being observant! You know, like a responsible apprentice?!"
    He babbled, words tumbling out in a panicked rush as he immediately bowed so low his nose almost grazed the floor.
    The Matriarch, of course, wasn't about to let him off easy. She tilted her head, a devilish smile tugging at her lips that sent chills down his spine.
    "Oh~ Observant, are we? Is that what you little boys are calling it these days? Hmmm... should I let my husband know about your... observations?"
    Artis froze mid-bow, his heart doing a backflip and landing straight into his stomach. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He was screwed¡ªroyally screwed.
    "Please forgive me, Matriarch! I can't control the dumb shit I say sometimes!"
    He blurted, bowing even lower, practically groveling now.
    "I promise it won't happen again!" His voice cracked like a teenager trying to lie to his parents.
    The Matriarch burst out laughing, her melodic fu fu fu~ echoing through the room like the sound of his dignity being shredded into confetti.
    "Oh, relax, junior apprentice."
    She teased, waving him off with a flick of her perfectly manicured hand.
    "I'm just fucking with you. You must think this poor, old woman's humor is so outdated for you youngsters. Ah, truly, I'm just so ancient!"
    She placed a dramatic hand on her forehead, letting out an exaggerated sigh, the kind you'd see in bad plays. Artis blinked, his confusion mingling with a rising urge to laugh¡ªor cry.
    Her performance was so over the top, so absurd, that for a moment, he genuinely started to believe she was overwhelmed by her supposed "age."
    Artis blinked, his brain doing mental gymnastics to keep up.
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    This wasn't the calm, collected matriarch from the novel. No, this woman was teasing him, toying with him like a cat batting around a clueless mouse.
    Where was the stern authority? The untouchable grace? Instead, here she was, practically giggling like a tipsy schoolgirl, and it was messing with his entire existence.
    She was terrifying. S~ea??h the N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    With Nadia and Juliana, it was easy¡ªhe knew the playbook like the back of his hand: say some filthy shit, grab some boobs, and watch them melt into a puddle of horny desperation.
    But this woman? She radiated a level of authority that made his cock feel like it might retract if he said the wrong thing.
    She wasn't just out of his league; she was in a completely different fucking sport. It felt like one wrong word, one ill-timed joke, and she'd turn his skull into a decorative paperweight.
    He gulped, trying to keep his cool, but internally he was screaming, Why the fuck is she like this?!
    "Y-you're not old at all, Matriarch. You're like¡­ uh¡­ like a fine wine, aging beautifully in the bottle, just waiting for someone to¡­ to taste you."
    The words hung in the air like an awkward fart in church, and Artis instantly regretted every life decision that had led him to this moment.
    'Oh, fuck me sideways with a rusty spoon. Did I just say that? Out loud? To her? Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so dead!'
    The Matriarch's eyes narrowed, her piercing gaze freezing him in place like a horny deer caught in headlights.
    For a second, he swore he saw the corners of her lips twitch, but she didn't laugh. No, that would've been too merciful.
    Instead, she tilted her head, her expression unreadable¡ªsomewhere between amused and I'm about to ruin your entire fucking life.
    Artis's mind raced.
    'Should I apologize? Bow? Fake a heart attack? Jump out the goddamn window?'
    Then, to his utter disbelief, she burst into a melodic laugh that had absolutely no fucking business being this cute.
    "Hahaha¡­ fu fu fu¡­ a fine wine, am I?"
    She teased, her voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. She leaned in closer, her lips curling into a wicked, mischievous smile that screamed, You're fucked.
    "Husband! Husband! Where are you?"
    She called out dramatically, one hand on her chest like a swooning actress in some over-the-top play.
    "This junior apprentice says he wants to steal me away!"

 Chapter 81 You took what?!

    She suddenly switched gears, giggling like a schoolgirl and calling out with cutesy, exaggerated gestures that had no fucking right to look that adorable."Wait, Matriarch! It was a joke! A joke!"
    Artis practically shouted, his hands flying up in surrender.
    She was testing him¡ªpushing his buttons, tugging at his patience, and laughing while doing it. And fuck, it was working.
    Every fiber of his being wanted to snap, but he decided to play along instead, plastering on the fakest smile he could muster.
    'I need to figure out this side of her... so I can plan my next move. Fucking hell, she's unpredictable.'
    He thought, grinding his teeth behind his grin.
    "Ha! I was just kidding, Junior Apprentice."
    She said, waving him off like he was some little bug under her thumb.
    "I'm not that heartless¡ªor harmless¡ªto call my husband. Oh no. He wouldn't even ask why you offended me; he'd just execute you on the spot. Why would I want that?"
    She turned to him with a teasing smile that could melt steel.
    "After all, you're my savior of dignity, right?"
    Artis forced a laugh, though it came out more like a strangled cough. Her words, her smile, her whole fucking vibe right now¡ªit was all too smooth, too calculated, and way too goddamn terrifying.
    'Something's off.'
    He thought, his unease creeping up his spine.
    'She's carrying herself too differently... too playfully. What the fuck is going on with her? And why does it feel like I'm walking into a trap?'
    Why the fuck was she acting like this? Artis's brain spun like a hamster on crack.
    This woman¡ªthis uptight, icy goddess from the novel, who was all "grace this" and "elegance that"¡ªwas now smiling and teasing like some mischievous vixen.
    The fuck?!
    She didn't even know him that well! They'd barely exchanged more than awkward greetings before, and now here she was, acting like they'd shared a bottle of wine and swapped dirty secrets.
    What was her angle?
    'Does she need something from me? No way. What could I possibly have that she'd want? My cock? Nah, she could have a hundred guys lined up for that. Power? Bitch already runs this place. So what the fuck is it?!' Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
    Artis zoned out mid-thought, staring at her like a moron. He didn't even realize he'd been gawking until the giggles stopped, leaving an awkward silence between them.
    "What is it, Junior Apprentice? Why are you looking at me like that?"
    Her voice snapped him back, but the teasing lilt in her tone made his stomach churn. She tilted her head, all faux innocence, and then poked a finger at her chin like she was seriously pondering.
    "Ahh, I know," she said, her lips curving into that sly, I-own-your-soul-now smile. "You're wondering why I'm acting like this in front of you, aren't you? Or maybe... you think I want something from you?"
    Her words hit like a slap, and Artis froze.
    ?!
    He felt like he was circling the drain.
    She wasn't just pulling his thoughts out of his head¡ªshe was fucking toying with him, like a cat batting around a mouse before going in for the kill.
    And, honestly, if she could read minds, he wouldn't even be shocked at this point.
    No, she wasn't a mind-reader. She was something worse: intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. The kind of smart that made his cock shrivel with fear and his brain scream abort mission.
    Combine that with the fact he didn't know shit about her beyond her "graceful matriarch" reputation, and she was starting to feel like a walking nuclear bomb in silk robes.
    "W-what?! This junior would never!" S~ea??h the n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis sputtered, dropping into yet another frantic bow. His forehead practically grazed the floor.
    "If you need my life, I'll gladly sacrifice it! If you need something, anything, just ask¡ªit's yours!"
    "Oh?" Her voice practically purred, a mix of amusement and menace. "You'll give me anything?"
    The way she said it sent a cold sweat dripping down his spine, pooling in the small of his back. She was plotting something¡ªshe had to be plotting something.
    "Yes... anything."
    He choked out, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth.
    "Fu fu fu~ I'll remember those words, junior apprentice."
    She said with a giggle that somehow managed to sound both adorable and absolutely fucking terrifying. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she tilted her head.
    "But then again, why did you ask about my shoulders earlier? Do you have some miracle medicine to relieve my pain? I've tried everything¡ªcountless medicines, endless tricks and tips, even massages. But nothing seems to work."
    Artis blinked, his brain short-circuiting at the word massages.
    His eyes darted downward, widening as a sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips. From his bowed position, it looked like he was all humility and reverence, but oh no¡ªhis eyes weren't on the floor.
    They were locked on her legs. Long, creamy, milky fucking legs that practically screamed run your hands over me and leave some goddamn fingerprints.
    Those thighs could crush a man's head like a walnut, and Artis wasn't sure if he'd die terrified or rock hard.
    "There's something I know," he said, his voice steady despite the very unsteady thoughts in his head. "It's a massage technique."
    The Matriarch raised a brow, unimpressed.
    "Like I said, Junior apprentice, I've tried many massages. None of them worked¡ª"
    "This one's different!"
    Artis cut in, perhaps a little too eagerly.
    "It's the reward I got from the Inventory. It's... special. I'm sure it'll work, Matriarch."
    For a moment, silence hung between them. The kind of silence that made you question your life choices.
    Artis braced himself for a slap, a scolding, or, worst of all, the executioner's blade.
    After all, in this fucked-up hierarchy, lower-ranking members were beheaded on the spot just for interrupting higher-ups.
    Hell, if he'd pulled this with anyone else¡ªYoung Master Jin, his crazy sister, literally anyone¡ªhe'd be feeding worms by now.
    But the Matriarch? She didn't even flinch.
    In fact, her lips twitched with the faintest hint of amusement.
    Artis internally sighed with relief.
    'Holy shit, I just won the fucking gamble of my life.'
    "You took a massage book from the Inventory? Huh?"
    The Matriarch raised a perfectly arched brow, and for the first time since he'd met her, she looked genuinely taken aback.
    Artis gulped, his gaze trailing upward like a horny idiot on autopilot. He started at her snowy, sinful legs, bare and impossibly smooth, leading up to the scandalously high slit in her gown.
    His eyes strayed left, where the forbidden ether region teased him like a siren whispering come closer, you coward.
    Above that, her flat, marble-carved stomach gleamed like the gods themselves had Photoshopped her existence.
    And then¡ªholy shit, the boobs. Her cleavage was so deep, so perfectly divine, it felt like staring at it for too long might unlock some ancient, tit-related curse.
    His gaze kept climbing. Her elegant neck was next, then her angelic face, framed by silky, dark hair that made her look like some untouchable goddess.
    And her lips? Plump, glossy, and utterly fuckable. Her eyes, clear and bottomless, were the kind that could probably see into his soul.
    'And oh fuck, they definitely see where I've been looking.'
    "Uh¡­ mmm¡­ yeah¡­ kind of¡­"
    He muttered, his voice cracking like a teenager caught with a stolen porn mag.
    Then she burst into laughter, clutching her stomach and doubling over. Since he was kneeling, her bending over like that felt less like a reprimand and more like a fucking gift from the gods.
    Her silky hair cascaded down, brushing against his face, and her divine milfy breasts¡ªoh sweet merciful heaven¡ªwere now so close he could practically feel their heat radiating through the air.
    The jiggling was almost hypnotic, her robe struggling to hold them in like a dam about to burst under the weight of two absolutely perfect pillows of temptation.
    Artis could see every tantalizing wobble, and the urge to thank her robe for its service was almost as strong as his urge to accidentally tug it loose.
    "Haha! Haha! Junior apprentice, you are really something!"
    She cackled, her voice vibrating through him like a sinful melody.
    "To think you chose a massage instruction manual from a room full of legendary weapons and ancient scriptures!"
    'Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Matriarch. I'll just sit here and soak in the view.'
    He thought, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot.
    She smelled like heaven¡ªlike flowers blooming in moonlight, with a hint of danger. Meanwhile, his eyes were practically burning holes into the snowy peaks in front of him.
    They were right there, soft and jiggling, looking like they'd melt in his hands.
    They weren't like Juliana's, no. These were bigger, softer, gooier¡ªpractically begging to be milked.
    His hands itched with desire, fingers twitching at the thought of squeezing them, kneading them, worshiping them like the sacred treasures they were.
    'Focus, Artis. Focus.'
    He scolded himself. But how the fuck was he supposed to focus when the Matriarch's tits were this close to popping out and declaring independence?
    "So, how about it, Matriarch? Want me to massage you?"

 Chapter 82 A Deal With the Devil

    "So, how about it, Matriarch? Want me to massage you?"Artis asked with a cocky grin, trying to sound confident while silently praying she didn't slap him into next week.
    The Matriarch was still mid-laugh when his words registered, and her laughter slowly died down. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him, her lips curling into a sly smile.
    "Have you tried it on someone before?"
    She straightened her back, and Artis nearly whimpered as the heavenly view of her cleavage disappeared behind the cursed fabric of her robe. It was like watching the sun set¡ªbeautiful but also tragic.
    "Uh, yeah," he said, trying to recover. "I practiced on my mom and sister, and they really loved it." sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Her eyebrows raised, and for a second, he swore she was holding back another laugh.
    "Well, I suppose I could give it a shot," she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Since nothing else has worked. But¡­"
    She leaned forward just slightly, her gaze locking onto his.
    "What if you fail to cure me, huh? Then what? What will I get?"
    "Huh¡­"
    Artis scratched his head, the question catching him off guard. Fail? Him? What could she possibly want from him? It wasn't like he had legendary treasures¡ªor, you know, a fucking clue what he was doing.
    "Whatever you want."
    He said finally, shrugging. It sounded cool in his head, though the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
    The Matriarch's smile widened, and there was a dangerous glint in her eyes that made his stomach do a nervous flip.
    "Oh, I do have something in mind," she said, her voice dripping with mischief. "But¡­ not now. I'll ask for it when you fai¡ª'if' you fail."
    Artis felt his blood run cold.
    'What the fuck did I just agree to?'
    He thought, panic creeping in. The way she said it, the if was clearly just for show.
    She was already planning to collect her mysterious prize, and judging by the look in her eyes, it wasn't going to be something as innocent as a fucking cookie.
    'What the fuck does she even want from me? Fuck! I don't even know her goddamn angle. What's her play here?'
    Artis was spiraling, his thoughts running wild as he tried to piece together the Matriarch's motives.
    Was she fucking with him for fun? Was this some weird-ass power move? Or worse¡­ was she testing him?
    He hated it. Absolutely hated it. But at the same time¡­ he got to touch her. Touch her. And if he played his cards right, maybe he could do more than just cure her¡ªmaybe he could corrupt her. Turn the untouchable Matriarch into just another pawn in his inevitable harem. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire
    'Worth the risk.'
    But then, another horrifying thought hit him like a kick to the balls.
    'Shit! What if I fail? What if she asks me to leave the sect? My fucking harem dream! I've worked too hard for this! Fuck!'
    He was sweating bullets now, his eyes darting to her like she was a damn predator circling her prey.
    But then again¡­ if she really wanted him gone, she could've snapped her fingers and had him tossed out ages ago. Hell, no one would've dared question her.
    And yet, here she was, entertaining his nonsense. Teasing him, laughing with him. Women don't just act like this unless they like you¡­ or they're plotting something devious.
    'What's your fucking angle, Matriarch? Whatever it is¡­ I'll win this game.'
    His lips curled into a small, cocky smirk. Sure, she had the power to squash him like a bug, but Artis wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
    If the stakes were high, then so was the reward. And right now, that reward looked like the sexiest, most unattainable MILF he'd ever laid eyes on.
    'Let's fucking do this.'
    Then suddenly, an idea hit Artis like a lightning bolt from the heavens¡ªor more accurately, like a risky gamble from the devil himself. His lips curled into a sly grin.
    "What if I win? What if I relieve you of your pain? What will you give me?"
    He asked, his voice laced with playful defiance.
    The Matriarch raised an elegant brow, momentarily caught off guard.
    "Are you seriously proposing a bet? Against me, the Matriarch of this sect?"
    "Yes."
    Artis said with a shrug, as if challenging one of the most powerful people in the sect was an everyday occurrence.
    "It's only fair, right? I mean, you don't strike me as someone who shies away from a little competition. Or¡­ are you?"
    The Matriarch's lips quirked into a smile, equal parts amusement and intrigue.
    "Oh, Junior apprentice, you silver-tongued rogue. You really know how to get under a woman's skin, don't you? Fine. The game's on. But tell me¡ªwhat exactly do you want if you somehow, by some miracle, cure me?"
    Artis held her gaze, his eyes gleaming with a mix of daring and mischief that made her blink in surprise.
    Then, with the confidence of a man who had absolutely no business being this confident, he smiled.
    "I want to know if my techniques can actually work on someone as powerful as you. Winning this bet will prove they do. But that's not enough, is it? That doesn't mean all my tricks and techniques¡ª"
    He put heavy emphasis on the words, his voice filled with innuendo.
    "¡ªthat I study in the future will work too."
    He lifted a finger, his grin widening.
    "So my condition is simple. If I win, I get to massage you whenever I want. No questions, no complaints, and no saying no."
    The room went silent. For a moment, even the air seemed to freeze as the sheer audacity of his words hung in the space between them.
    The Matriarch's expression shifted, first to shock, then amusement, then something unreadable. Finally, she chuckled¡ªa low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Artis's spine.
    "Oh, Junior apprentice," she purred, her voice low and silky, "you're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. But you've intrigued me. Very well. If you can cure my pain¡­ then my body is yours to experiment on."
    ...
    Step. Step.
    Artis's boots echoed against the polished floor, each sound a little reminder of how deep into this crazy game he'd gotten himself.
    The Matriarch had promised she'd summon him soon, and honestly, just hearing her say that had been enough to send a shiver down his spine.
    But his mind was spinning.
    'She's fucking with me. I know she's fucking with me. There's no way she's this nice, this... playful, without a reason. What the fuck does she want?'
    He clenched his fists, trying to calm the storm raging in his head.
    Every damn character in the novel had a motive¡ªwhether it was stealing a loaf of bread or saving the world with the power of friendship.
    Even the original Artis, a shameless bastard who probably jerked off to his own reflection, had a motive for hanging out with degenerate pricks like Young Master Jin.
    And let's be honest, Artis was a degenerate¡ªnaturally, beautifully, unapologetically so. But that wasn't the point. The point was that every move had a reason behind it.
    His motive? Oh, that was crystal fucking clear.
    "To become a damn lord..."
    He muttered under his breath. His lips curled into a sly grin.
    "Or, more accurately, to usurp that old bastard Patriarch's throne and shove his dusty ass off it. Simple goals."
    His steps slowed as he approached the massive double doors in front of him. They loomed tall, dark, and unnecessarily fucking intimidating, as if whoever designed them wanted visitors to shit themselves before entering.
    Artis took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and wiped the imaginary sweat from his brow.
    'Alright, Junior apprentice. Time to be the bold bastard you are. This is just another step towards greatness¡­ and maybe some tits. Let's fucking go.'
    He raised his hand and knocked firmly. The sound echoed ominously, as if the doors themselves were laughing at his audacity.
    A moment later, a familiar voice rang out from behind the imposing doors.
    "Come in, brother!"
    Jin's tone was full of its usual bravado, dripping with that carefree arrogance only someone with too much power and not enough responsibility could master.
    Artis pushed the heavy doors open and stepped inside, greeted by the usual entourage. Jin, lounging like a king on his oversized chair, looked up with a wide grin.
    Beside him stood Chen, his ever-loyal shadow, while Jin's maids fluttered around him like nervous sparrows, their hands busy tending to his every whim.
    "Welcome, welcome, brother! It's been too fucking long. How are we gonna celebrate this?"
    Jin boomed, his hands spreading wide as though he were about to give Artis a hug¡ªwhich, thankfully, he didn't.
    Artis felt a faint smile tug at the corner of his lips. Jin's enthusiasm was contagious, even if it was wrapped in layers of narcissism.
    "Booze, brother..."
    Artis said, his voice confident and steady, though his mind was anything but.
    "Lots of booze. Let's hit the tavern and really fucking celebrate."
    Outwardly, he matched Jin's energy, but inside, his thoughts were much darker.
    'Yeah, booze. Not for me, though. Oh no, brother¡­ This is for someone else. Someone who's about to become a full-blown cuck.'

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    "Oh, seems brother-in-laws think alike."Jin said with an exaggerated clap of his hands, turning to look at Chen with a grin that screamed mischief.
    Artis raised an eyebrow.
    'What the fuck is he on about? Does he want to hit the booze too? At this hour?'
    It wouldn't be surprising coming from Chen. But one glance at the man told Artis that this wasn't about some casual drinking.
    Chen looked like he'd just gone twelve rounds with life and lost every single one.
    The man had bags under his eyes big enough to pack for a vacation, his back was hunched like he'd aged a decade overnight, and his whole vibe screamed, "I need a goddamn break." Honestly, if booze wasn't his last resort, Artis wasn't sure what was.
    Jin, of course, was oblivious.
    "Chen just told me we should visit the tavern. Apparently, he's got some new¡­ servants lined up for us."
    Artis froze, his eyebrow shooting higher than ever.
    'New servants? From the tavern? Oh, hell no. This smells like trouble marinated in stupidity.'
    "Whores, brother-in-law?"
    Artis deadpanned, cutting straight to the point because, honestly, he didn't have the patience to beat around the bush.
    Chen, to his credit, shook his head slowly, looking as though the very suggestion had physically drained him further.
    "Not whores, brother-in-law."
    Chen said, with the straightest face a man who hadn't slept in two weeks could muster.
    "More like¡­ skilled workers I met last night at the tavern. They had this radiance about them. And trust me, they've got skills. I've seen it myself. They're from some faraway kingdom, looking for work here."
    Artis stared at him, his eyebrow twitching in disbelief.
    'Faraway kingdom? Radiance? Skills? At this hour? Chen, you gullible bastard, what fairy tale did you fall into last night?'
    There was no way Artis was buying this nonsense.
    Not from Chen, who looked like he'd been surviving on anxiety and cold leftovers for the past fortnight.
    Sleep-deprived men weren't exactly known for their razor-sharp judgment. And Artis had enough shit on his plate with the whole ginseng mission.
    He wasn't about to add "tavern rescue mission for radiant skilled workers" to the mix.
    "Well," Artis said, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin, "I suppose we should test these 'skilled workers,' right, young master?"
    The devious suggestion hung in the air for a moment before Jin erupted in laughter, slapping his thigh so hard it echoed through the room.
    The poor maids massaging his legs flinched, their hands trembling for a second before resuming their work.
    Jin leaned back, his smirk matching Artis's.
    "Test them, huh? Now that's the spirit! Let's see if these radiant workers can live up to their reputation¡ªor if Chen here just got swindled by a pair of tits and a sob story."
    Chen opened his mouth to protest, but Artis clapped him on the back.
    "Don't worry, brother-in-law. If they're as good as you say, they'll shine. And if they're not... well, we'll still get a show out of it."
    Jin slapped his hand on the armrest of his chair, a devilish grin spreading across his face. S§×arch* The n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "I was about to summon you for this, brother. No one knows how to test better than you. What do you say, Chen? Can your so-called 'skilled worker' buddies survive our tests, or are they all tits and no talent?"
    Chen chuckled softly, shaking his head like a sage who had seen too much of the world¡ªor at least too much of his wife's cold shoulder.
    "Whether they withstand it or not... that's their problem."
    He said, his tone unnervingly calm, like a monk blessing the sacrificial lamb.
    "Our first priority is to test them thoroughly. Who knows? They might be spies from some other kingdom. Especially now, during such a critical time. So, I say¡­ test them thoroughly, young master. Test them thoroughly."
    The room went silent for a moment as Artis stared at Chen, trying to reconcile this serene, almost philosophical tone with the once-bold and slightly unhinged bastard he remembered.
    'What the fuck happened to him? Did his wife beat the boldness out of him, or has the couch life turned him into some weird, resigned sage of suffering?' Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire
    Jin, oblivious to the existential crisis brewing in Artis's head, burst out laughing.
    "Spies? From a faraway kingdom? Ha! Chen, you really have been sleeping on the couch for too long. But fine, we'll test them. Thoroughly."
    His grin widened.
    "And by 'test,' I mean we're going to make them earn their spot. No half-assing it. We'll see if they're worth a damn¡ªor if they're just good for bouncing on laps."
    Artis rolled his eyes but couldn't help smirking.
    "Well, if they're spies, they're either really stupid or really bold to come here. But I'll bite. Let's 'test' them, young master. Thoroughly, of course."
    Chen nodded, his face the picture of calm resignation.
    "Good. Just remember¡ªno matter how radiant or skilled they seem, always look beyond the surface."
    Artis suppressed a laugh.
    "Look beyond the surface? With all due respect, Chen, the only thing Jin's looking at is the surface. And maybe the bounce factor."
    Jin grinned like a kid caught sneaking cookies.
    "Guilty as charged! But hey, thorough testing means we leave no stone unturned. Or¡­ unbounced."
    Artis sighed, already regretting the inevitable chaos this 'testing' was about to unleash.
    'So, Chen has no idea who these people were, huh?'
    Artis mused, scratching his chin. He was still skeptical but curious enough to play along.
    'Let's see who these so-called "skilled workers" are. Maybe this'll be less of a shitshow than I expect¡ªor maybe it'll be worse. Knowing Jin, it'll probably be worse.'
    "Come on, brothers, let us conquer the tavern!"
    Jin declared, leaping out of his seat with all the grace of a drunk monkey.
    In his exuberance, the poor maids who'd been massaging his legs were sent sprawling to the floor with a thud. They scrambled to their knees, heads bowed like they'd offended the heavens.
    Artis sighed, rubbing his temples.
    'Man, this guy's just a walking caricature. A spoiled brat with a mom hot enough to turn saints into sinners and a sister who's probably got a queue of drooling idiots outside her door. This family's a goddamn drama factory.'
    ...
    A short, bumpy ride later, the trio arrived at the tavern, flanked by an excessive number of guards. It looked less like a casual outing and more like a parade of overcompensation.
    The tavern itself was no stranger to such chaos. The regulars barely batted an eye at the entourage.
    They simply shifted in their seats, muttering about the latest display of privilege while sneaking glances at the spectacle, of course, all of it, only after a deep bow.
    The owner, however, practically threw himself to the floor in his eagerness to greet them.
    His back was bent so low it was a miracle his spine didn't snap, and his grin stretched wide enough to make a snake blush.
    "Young master Jin! Esteemed guests! Welcome, welcome! Your presence graces this humble establishment!"
    Artis looked at the man's groveling figure and fought the urge to roll his eyes.
    'Yeah, nothing screams "humble" like kissing Jin's ass so hard your lips are permanently puckered.'
    "Right this way, young master, right this way!"
    The tavern owner crooned, stumbling over himself like a drunkard at his own wedding.
    "Oii! You mangy shits, get out of the seat! That's the young master's usual! Move your asses! Can't believe these fucking outsiders don't know their place. Disgraceful."
    Artis followed behind, trying not to laugh at the man's overeager bootlicking.
    'Goddamn, this guy's got his tongue so far up Jin's ass he's practically tasting breakfast.'
    Artis thought, smirking.
    The tavern owner waved them toward a prime spot like he was offering a throne.
    "Right here, sir. The finest seat for the finest patron! Apologies for the rabble; you know how it is with all these newcomers cluttering the place up."
    Artis tuned out the guy's yammering. After all, it was obvious why the owner loved Jin so much.
    The young master was a one-man economic stimulus package. Every time he swaggered in, business boomed.
    He'd toss out coins and booze like confetti when he was in the mood, turning the place into a mini-festival.
    The regulars? They ate it up. Free drinks, wild antics, and a chance to bask in the glow of Jin's ridiculous generosity.
    They kept coming back, hoping to ride the wave of his next drunken splurge. It was a self-sustaining cycle of chaos and profit¡ªa win-win for everyone, except maybe the furniture.
    Artis glanced at the battered tables and the suspiciously mismatched chairs.
    'Yeah, that's definitely the aftermath of Jin's last visit. Probably had a "Who can smash the table fastest" contest again.'
    Still, the owner didn't seem to mind. Broken glass, shattered furniture, and occasional drunken brawls were just part of the package.
    As long as Jin kept the coin flowing, the man would probably let them set the place on fire and call it "renovation."

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    "Ahh, it's alright. Don't sweat it. They're newbies. Just make sure they don't fuck it up."Jin said, lazily waving a hand like a spoiled emperor granting clemency to peasants.
    The owner nodded so fast he looked like his head might pop off, then scurried inside to prepare their feast.
    "Brother, let's cut loose tonight."
    Jin grinned, jabbing Artis in the side as they strutted toward his usual spot in the back of the room.
    On either arm, Jin had a woman¡ªno, scratch that, bombshells.
    These weren't just any tavern courtesans; these were the cr¨¨me de la cr¨¨me, the ones with curves so deadly they should've come with warning signs.
    And in true Jin fashion, he had the hottest pair in the place clinging to him like he was their ticket to paradise.
    For them, he probably was. Catching Jin's eye was like winning the fucking lottery.
    If they played their cards right, they could snag a job at the palace, maybe even end up with a cushy life dripping in luxury.
    Hell, just sitting on his lap right now was probably the closest thing to a job interview they'd ever need.
    Jin plopped down into his throne of a chair, and with a practiced move, the two beauties perched on his lap like ornaments, giggling and pawing at him.
    His hands were everywhere¡ªlegs, hips, and anywhere he could cop a feel without seeming too obvious. Or maybe he didn't care about being obvious.
    Artis slid into the seat to Jin's right, while Chen sat across from him, looking like he was barely holding his shit together. As the booze and food started rolling in, the atmosphere cranked up a notch.
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    The tavern's usual music and dancing? Fuck that, this was special day.
    The dancers started swinging their hips harder, and the musicians played like their lives depended on it.
    The place was buzzing, the crowd feeding off Jin's energy. Laughter, clinking mugs, and the occasional cheer filled the air.
    Artis leaned back, taking it all in.
    A few moments later, he noticed Chen subtly glancing over his shoulder and beckoning someone forward with all the grace of a drunk cat.
    Soon, three figures appeared, standing right next to Artis and facing Jin with a synchronized formality that screamed we rehearsed this shit for hours.
    Artis's heart decided to start breakdancing in his chest. His lips felt like they'd been left out in the desert, and his body started shaking like a virgin on prom night.
    There was no mistaking it. He could feel it deep in his bones. These people...they were trouble.
    "Greetings to the prince of this sect, the esteemed young master Jin..."
    They spoke in eerie unison, bowing just enough to show respect but not so much as to seem desperate. It was the kind of ass-kissing you'd expect from professionals.
    Artis side-eyed them, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
    'Wow. Leading with an ego boost? Classic move. These clowns just threw Jin a verbal handjob, and he's eating it up.'
    Sure enough, Jin's face lit up like a kid handed a bag of candy and a blank check. His smug grin grew wider by the second. Their tactic was working like a charm.
    'Prince of the Sect, huh? Yeah, fucking right. The only thing royal about this guy is his capacity for screwing up. If Jin ever becomes Patriarch, this whole sect would be fucked faster than a courtesan on payday.'
    Artis thought, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes so hard they'd get stuck.
    Jin leaned back, swinging his arm over the chair like he was auditioning for the role of "Smuggest Bastard Alive." His lips curled into a grin that could rival a cat who just stumbled upon an endless supply of cream.
    "Yes, greetings, greetings. Chen tells me you're looking for work. But tell me¡ªwhy would you want to work under me?"
    Artis raised a hand to stop a beautiful maiden mid-pour as she attempted to fill their cups with wine.
    She froze, blinking in confusion, before glancing at Jin for guidance. He, of course, was too busy basking in his own glory to notice her existence.
    Taking his lack of reaction as approval, she bowed slightly and slinked away, leaving the bottle on the table like a subtle "fuck this, I'm out."
    "We need in- kurgh!"
    The bulkier of the three strangers stepped forward, puffing out his chest like he was about to give a grand speech, only to be silenced by the man next to him delivering a sneaky jab to his stomach.
    The bulky guy doubled over slightly, wheezing, while his partner picked up the slack.
    "Who else but you, young master, is the kindest and most generous of them all?"
    The man said, his tone syrupy enough to induce diabetes.
    "Who else but you, the strongest and bravest? Truly, we seek nothing but the honor of serving under a man of your unparalleled power and courage. If we could work under you, young master, our lives would be...complete."
    Artis nearly choked on his own spit. He barely managed to keep his face straight, his inner monologue screaming.
    'Holy shit, this is next-level bootlicking. Did they write that line in calligraphy before practicing it in front of a mirror?'
    Jin, meanwhile, soaked in the praise like a sponge in a tsunami. His grin stretched wider as he leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
    "Ooh, is that so?"
    Jin purred, clearly enjoying the verbal blowjob.
    The cloaked man spoke in a low, honeyed tone, his words dripping with fake sincerity like syrup over a stack of poisoned pancakes.
    His lips curled into an almost angelic smile, his eyes gleaming with a charm that screamed, "Trust me, I'm definitely not about to fuck up your life."
    Adding insult to injury, the guy had the kind of face that could land him on magazine covers¡ªa perfect mix of innocent choir boy and devil-may-care fuckboy.
    The words slid out of his mouth so smoothly it was almost hypnotic, but Artis knew better. Oh, this wasn't his first rodeo.
    Artis leaned back, trying to look casual while his inner monologue was doing fucking cartwheels.
    'Oh, yeah, buddy. Keep playing your little game. You think you're running this shit? Nah, I'm enjoying the show too much to care.'
    His heart thumped erratically in his chest¡ªnot from nerves, but from pure, unfiltered adrenaline.
    It wasn't every day you had the so-called heroes of this world standing right in front of you, looking like they just waltzed out of a fantasy epic.
    Hell, these weren't just any heroes. No, standing before him was the protagonist crew, the shiny, chosen bastards destined to ruin his villainous day. And Artis? He wasn't scared¡ªhe was fucking giddy.
    'Man, my heart's beating like I just downed a bottle of cheap liquor. Is this because I'm the villain and they're the so-called heroes? Some novel-level bullshit, for sure. Where's my dramatic background music when I need it?'
    One thing was clear, though: Artis wasn't letting this golden opportunity slip through his fingers.
    For once, the plot armor squad was in his playground, and he was going to milk this moment for all it was worth.
    Heroes or not, they were under his thumb now, and he was going to savor every second of making them dance to his tune before the inevitable shoe dropped.
    'The big guy's definitely Galore.'
    Artis thought, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes.
    'All bark, no brain. Of course it's him. Loud-mouthed, muscle-brained dumbass. And the pretty boy? That's gotta be Reiner¡ªthe goddamn hero. Fucking pretty-boy savior of the world with those chiseled cheekbones and smoldering eyes. Makes me sick. Bet he moisturizes.'
    Artis shifted in his seat, stealing a glance at Reiner, whose very presence seemed to radiate that insufferable "I'm the main character" energy.
    'This pretty motherfucker needs to be handled carefully. One slip of the tongue, and he'll see right through me. But why's he talking like that? Playing dumb or just stroking his own ego?'
    Galore, on the other hand, was exactly as described: all biceps, zero brain cells. The kind of guy who thought strategy was just "hitting harder." Artis could already picture the guy's life story in crayon.
    'Strong enough to match Reiner, sure, but about as useful in a crisis as tits on a bull. What's a hero without a brain? A walking meat shield. That's what.'
    Artis smirked to himself. Galore wasn't a hero; he was a sidekick with delusions of grandeur. S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The only reason he wasn't still at the bottom of the pecking order was because Reiner took pity on him¡ªor maybe just needed someone to hold his beer while he saved the day.
    And if Galore got out of line?
    Well, Reiner could always remind him who wore the metaphorical (and literal) pants in their little duo, probably with a few well-placed punches to the face.
    'Explosive, stupid, and entirely predictable. Galore's the human equivalent of a drunk bachelorette with a credit card¡ªchaotic, but manageable with enough restraint. Yeah, he's Reiner's problem, not mine. For now, at least.'

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    On the other hand, Reiner¡ªsupposedly the calm, sensible one¡ªwas talking like a goddamn teenager trying to bullshit his way through a grown-up conversation.'Seriously? This guy's the chosen hero? He sounds like me when I'm pretending I know what the fuck I'm doing.'
    Artis rubbed his chin thoughtfully, though his inner monologue was anything but deep.
    'Maybe it's just his tone. Or maybe he's secretly as clueless as he looks. Either way, it's nice to know the guy who's supposed to save the world has all the gravitas of a drunk frat boy at his first wine tasting.'
    And then there was the woman.
    'Ah, yes, Daphne.'
    No doubt about it¡ªthis was the infamous slave-turned-bodyguard of the elven princess.
    A cat warrior with the attitude of an orange tabby: fiery, temperamental, and maddeningly alluring.
    She was the kind of woman who could slit your throat one moment and make you beg her to do it again the next.
    Artis's eyes flicked over to her, the way her cloak draped over that curvaceous yet athletic frame.
    It was the kind of body sculpted by battle and blessed by the gods¡ªor maybe cursed, depending on how much trouble you liked in your life.
    'Damn, even her posture screams "don't fuck with me" while also whispering "but maybe you should try."'
    He leaned back in his chair, playing it cool, casually adjusting his position while sneaking another look. Not too obvious, of course¡ªjust enough to take in the view.
    Since Artis was damn sure their target was the young master and only the young master, he figured they wouldn't waste a single brain cell on a "small fry" like him.
    Seriously, why would they? If they'd done even the tiniest bit of research¡ªand let's be real, they probably had¡ªthey'd know he was about as important as a wooden spoon at a sword fight.
    A guy who was close to the young master but didn't live in the palace? Outer court resident? Yeah, that screamed "not worth our time" to anyone with half a brain.
    From the outside, it probably looked like the young master was tolerating Artis for some vague reason, maybe because he was fun to keep around or made decent drinking company.
    Certainly not because he had any actual importance.
    And honestly, Artis wasn't mad about it. Being underestimated was practically his superpower.
    A quick side-eye confirmed his theory. The trio of supposed "skilled workers" couldn't have cared less about him¡ªor Chen, for that matter.
    Their laser-focused gazes were glued to the young master, studying his every twitch and smirk like he was the final boss in their tragic little hero's journey.
    Perfect. Artis relaxed a little, fighting the urge to grin. If they were all about the young master, that meant he could sit back, enjoy the show, and maybe¡ªjust maybe¡ªuse their tunnel vision to his advantage.
    'Let them play chess while I'm over here with a fucking deck of wildcards.'
    He glanced to the side, and holy shit on a stick¡ªit really was an hourglass figure! Maybe not as absurdly stacked as Nadia, Juliana, or the matriarch and her daughter, but damn.
    The cloak draped over her like some teasing curtain, dipping just enough to highlight her chest before cascading down her back, where it hugged her waist and curved around her ass like it had been personally tailored by a horny tailor with divine precision.
    'What the actual fuck?'
    Artis blinked, barely containing his disbelief. That curve was so perfect it looked like it had been sculpted by the gods themselves.
    It wasn't fair. Physics shouldn't allow something like that. Hell, reality shouldn't allow something like that.
    And then it hit him. Cat-kin have tails. Daphne definitely had a tail in the novel¡ªand it was supposed to be sensitive as hell. So how in the sweet fuck was she hiding it?
    He squinted harder, trying not to look like a pervert, but come on, where the fuck was the bulge? If she had a tail, there should at least be some kind of bump or ridge where it started.
    But from where he was sitting, all he could see was that cloak dipping seamlessly into her ass cleavage, curving like a runway straight to perfection.
    'Is she stuffing it down her pants? Wrapping it around her waist like a damn belt? Or did this universe just decide, "Fuck logic, we're here for the fan service"?'
    Either way, Artis wasn't complaining. Well, maybe he was¡ªa little.
    'Wait. Hold the fuck up. Did she actually tuck her tail through her ass cheeks?! Holy fucking shit! This woman!'
    Artis almost lost it then and there. The mental image was too much. He could practically hear the tail crying for help, squished and wedged in a place no tail should ever be.
    'Tucking your tail into your butt crack to avoid a visible bulge? That's some next-level commitment. And for Daphne, the queen of arrogance, to do it? Impressive. Bold. Fucking hilarious. This mission must be life-or-death for her to pull that shit.'
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    His lips twitched as he fought the urge to burst out laughing. It took all his self-control to keep it together, but inside? He was fucking dying.
    'Yeah, I'm definitely using this later. Tail-wedged-in-the-crack Daphne? Oh, this is gold. Pure gold.'
    A sly grin spread across his face as he looked away, pretending to take in the room. S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'But where the hell are the priestess and the princess? Didn't they say this was an all-hands-on-deck kinda deal? Oh wait, this is a tavern. Right. A fucking seedy, booze-soaked hole in the wall. No way a pristine princess is gonna step foot in here. Too many drunk assholes trying to cop a feel.'
    His grin turned into a smirk.
    'A princess as drop-dead gorgeous as her? Yeah, she's probably at some five-star estate sipping wine and pretending she's too good for this shit. Typical.'
    Artis rolled his eyes, the mental image of Jin ogling the princess already playing out like a tragic comedy in his head.
    'If Jin so much as breathes near her, it's game over¡ªfor her, for him, and for me. Heroes don't fuck around when it comes to their precious damsels. One wrong move, and it's chop-chop, heads on a platter. No thank you.'
    And the priestess? Yeah, no fucking way she'd come here. This wasn't exactly a temple of virtue¡ªit was a booze-soaked brothel masquerading as a tavern. Priestesses and prostitutes? Oil and water.
    Artis rubbed the bridge of his nose, his thoughts racing. The priestess staying far, far away made total sense.
    But then Reiner, bless his stupid fucking heart, opened his mouth.
    "Yes, young master. We have heard of your valor from lands afar and it filled us with such a desire to serve under your greatness. To learn from you. We left behind our kingdom, our lives, our everything, just to bask in your glorious light."
    Artis stared, his mouth slightly open. His brain took a moment to process the sheer level of ass-kissing that had just unfolded in front of him.
    'What in the actual fuck did I just hear?'
    For the first time since he walked into the room, Artis felt a pang of secondhand embarrassment so strong it nearly killed him.
    'Do I... do I sound like that? Is this what I look like when I'm kissing ass? Holy fucking shit, that's so cringe!'
    He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. Reiner's sweet-talking style hit way too close to home.
    'Yeah, okay, maybe I do sugarcoat my words to get what I want, but at least I don't sound like I'm auditioning for Butler of the Year in some trashy romance novel. Fuck me, is this what self-awareness feels like? It hurts.'
    Artis shot Jin a glance to see if he was buying the bullshit. And, of course, Jin looked like a king being serenaded by peasants, basking in every single word.
    "Fu fu fu~ Hear that, brother?"
    Jin declared, slapping the table with the enthusiasm of a drunk bard at open mic night.
    "They came here for me! Naturally, it's only right they work under me. My name, spreading far and wide, igniting hearts with desire¡ªnow that's the legacy I'm building!"
    Jin puffed out his chest like he was announcing his candidacy for the Biggest Ego in the Fucking Universe award. The trio nodded along, practically vibrating with fake reverence.
    Artis swore he could hear Galore giggling like a schoolgirl in the corner. It was like watching a group of con artists kiss each other's asses in a circle.
    But Artis wasn't letting Jin bask in his self-delusion without a little poke.
    "Ah, but brother..."
    Artis drawled, leaning forward with a shit-eating grin.
    "What exactly did they hear about you? You know, out of the countless tales of your greatness... which ones were so compelling they made these esteemed individuals ditch their homes, their kingdoms, their entire fucking lives to serve under you? Aren't you just a little curious, brother?"
    He propped his elbows on the table, tilting his head with a smile so innocent it was practically criminal.
    "Because I know I'm curious as fuck."
    The trio stiffened for a fraction of a second, their polished grins faltering just enough for Artis to catch it.
    'Gotcha, bitches.'

 Chapter 86 Finally, The Fated Meeting! (3)

    "Th-there are just so many stories about the young master, it wouldn't do justice to pick just one. It's the entire legend that inspired us."Reiner's honeyed words dripped like a practiced seduction, but for the first time since this little performance began, he shifted his gaze to Artis. And oh boy, the look on his face said it all.
    Disdain, disbelief, and a dash of 'what-the-fuck-is-this-guy-doing-here?'
    From the way Artis sat there with his stupid, easy grin¡ªlike he wasn't even aware of the situation¡ªReiner almost choked on his own arrogance.
    This clown? This plain-ass pebble of a man was sitting at the same table as the young master? Reiner's ego couldn't handle it.
    'What a basic bitch of a guy¡­ Tsk, tsk.'
    Reiner mentally scoffed as he studied Artis. His brain worked overtime trying to figure out what kind of plot twist this was. Because, as far as he was concerned, he was peak male form.
    With his chiseled jawline, fiery red hair, and body sculpted like a wet dream, Reiner believed the universe had graced him to remind everyone else of their mediocrity.
    'Why the fuck is this nobody sitting here? Who even is this guy? Does he carry the young master's laundry or polish his boots or something? There's no way this plain bastard has an actual role here.'
    If Artis knew what Reiner was thinking, he'd have probably pissed himself laughing.
    But instead, Artis just kept his idiot-smile plastered on his face, completely unfazed, while Reiner's brain spiraled into a meltdown trying to categorize him somewhere between peasant and cosmic mistake.
    Reiner had sent Daphne to gather intel on the young master and his entourage. Why Daphne? Well, because Galore was as sharp as a fucking sack of potatoes.
    The big oaf would probably bumble his way into spilling their plans instead of extracting any useful information.
    Daphne, being a woman with a brain slightly more functional than Galore's, was the logical choice.
    Not as brilliant as Reiner himself, obviously¡ªno one was¡ªbut she at least knew how to flash a little leg and squeeze intel out of horny idiots.
    The funny thing? Daphne had come back with a report about a man who was apparently the young master's close confidant. Reiner had immediately dismissed it.
    Why?
    Because this supposed best buddy was supposed to be fucking dead. Kicked the bucket. Worm food. There was no way in hell that guy could be alive, let alone hanging out with the young master now.
    But here's the kicker¡ªDaphne never mentioned this asshole.
    Reiner's jaw clenched as he stared at the smirking nobody who was casually chatting with the young master, like he owned the place. His mind raced.
    'Who the fuck is this guy? Daphne didn't say shit about him. He's not the dead guy, is he? Nah, can't be... But he's speaking so freely, like he's on the same goddamn level as the young master. What the actual fuck? Did I miss a memo? Who might he be?'
    Reiner's ego couldn't handle it. This random dude, sitting there like he belonged? Reiner didn't like mysteries¡ªespecially when they looked like smug, unremarkable twats.
    His eye twitched as the nobody across from him grinned like he'd just told the joke of the century, then dropped another verbal bomb.
    "But seriously, come on. Share the one story. The one that made you think, 'Yes, this is the man I should pledge my life to. The man I should grovel to. The man among men whose boots I should kiss like a lovesick puppy.' Come on, surely there's one!"
    It was like every word was a freshly sharpened knife plunging into Reiner's overinflated ego.
    'Man among men? Boot licking?'
    His entire body screamed in silent protest.
    He was a goddamn hero! The chosen one! People groveled to him, not the other way around. And who the fuck was this smug piece of shit to talk to him like that? He wasn't even a sidekick in this story¡ªhe was the dirt under the sidekick's boots!
    'Boot licking? Fuck you, asshole. No man is manlier than me, you little shit. The only boots that get licked are mine, and you'd better bring your tongue next.'
    Reiner could feel his rage boiling under the surface, a volcano ready to erupt. His jaw clenched so hard it could've cracked a walnut, but his face stayed locked in that serene, hero-like mask of calm.
    'This is not the time to lose your shit. Breathe in. Breathe out. You're a hero. Act like it, you cocky bastard.'
    Just as he was about to release a perfectly calculated verbal smackdown that would remind this nobody of his true place in the universe, the young master's voice cut through the tension.
    "That's true. I want to hear that one story that made you believe I should be your master."
    The young master declared, leaning back in his chair with the smug confidence of a man who thought the universe revolved around his perfectly styled hair.
    'Master?! Him?!'
    Reiner felt his temple throb as a vein threatened to burst through his skull. Thankfully, his hood hid it from view, but the sheer rage bubbling beneath his skin was harder to contain than Galore after too much beer.
    From the corner of his ear, he caught Daphne's low, poorly concealed snicker.
    'Oh, laugh it up, bitch. If you weren't the princess's pet, I'd have bent you over ages ago. Fuck!'
    But before he could process his seething hatred¡ªor figure out a way to regain control of the conversation¡ªGalore decided now was the time to unleash his idiocy.
    "Th-the recent valor story was the one that made us believe, young master."
    Galore stammered, his voice as solid as wet paper.
    Reiner's head snapped around so fast it was a miracle he didn't give himself whiplash.
    He glared daggers at Galore, his eyes silently screaming, You dumb fuck! I will shove your own sword so far up your ass, you'll be breathing steel.
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    The young master, however, lit up like a child who'd just been handed a bag of candy and a parade in his honor.
    "Recent one? Oh, which one is that? Come on, spit it out!"
    Before Galore could unleash another stream of brainless word vomit that would only dig their graves deeper, Reiner took the reins.
    "Ah, yes, young master. Allow me to recount it for you. My friend tends to... oversimplify things."
    Reiner began smoothly, his tone so polished it practically gleamed.
    "It was the one where you split that pervert Artis in half for peeping at the Matriarch! Yes, that one! It was so badass to hear. And, of course, killing one of your best friends was tragic, but hey, he was a pervert who dared to peep at your mother.
    "Your mother! Like, who the does that? Nobody should perv on their friend's mom!"
    Reiner puffed out his chest, feeling like he'd just delivered an Oscar-worthy monologue.
    The young master's expression was unreadable¡ªmouth slightly open, eyes wide, as if processing the story.
    Reiner took that as a win, at least until he caught Chen in his peripheral vision, desperately trying to hold back laughter but failing miserably.
    "Wh-what is it, Lord Chen? Why are you laughing like that?"
    Reiner asked, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and indignation.
    That was all it took for Chen to completely lose it, doubling over in a full-blown laughing fit.
    The two busty women perched on Jin's lap joined in, their melodic giggles ringing out, while Jin himself chuckled, shaking his head like a disappointed parent watching his kid try to tie their shoelaces and failing miserably.
    "N-nothing, nothing..."
    Chen said between chuckles, waving his hand dismissively.
    "I'm just amused by the fact that you got literally everything wrong in that story. Like, not one fucking detail was correct... except maybe one part."
    Reiner froze, his confident fa?ade cracking like an egg dropped on the floor. He felt his soul leave his body for a moment.
    "P-pardon? What part is incorrect?"
    He stammered, his voice cracking like a preteen trying to impress his crush.
    He glanced at Daphne, who met his eyes with that fucking smirk of hers. It screamed, I told you so, dumbass. If smirks could bitch-slap someone, this one would've knocked him across the room.
    Chen, now grinning like a cat who found the cream, pointed across the table at the man who wasn't laughing. The one whose face could only be described as fuck this circus.
    "...the only part you got right," Chen said, savoring every syllable, "is him being a pervert. Everything else? Complete and utter bullshit."
    Chen clapped his hands dramatically, like he was hosting a game show.
    "What?!"
    Reiner's head snapped to the man in question, who had turned toward him with the kind of smoldering glare that could burn through steel. The fucker even had the audacity to smile. S~ea??h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Artis," the man said smoothly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I don't know when I supposedly peeked at my matriarch, but, please, for the love of fuck, don't give me that credit."
    Reiner's jaw hit the floor so hard it practically bounced. His wide eyes darted between Artis and the others, searching for some kind of confirmation that this was all an elaborate prank. But no¡ªthis was real, and he was the punchline.
    'How the fuck is this possible?!'
    His brain screamed.
    'Artis?! Alive?! I fucking read his ending in the novel!'

 Chapter 87 A Cat Warrior with a Whole Bakery!

    Artis squinted at the so-called hero, who was staring at him like he'd just crawled out of the underworld, and a single thought screamed through his mind like a drunk uncle at a wedding:'How the fuck does he know about that damn event?'
    That particular episode was supposed to be locked tighter than a chastity belt in a nunnery. The palace workers who knew about it had been silenced so thoroughly you'd think they'd been buried alongside the incident itself. And yet, here was this cocky asshole, spouting plot points like he was the narrator of Artis's private blooper reel.
    But then another thought wormed its way into Artis's mind'
    'How does this guy knows about the original novel's plot?
    The two men locked eyes across the room, both radiating wildly different energies.
    Artis's was full of confusion, paranoia, and oh-shit-did-I-leave-the-oven-on? Meanwhile, the hero was grappling with an existential crisis so severe you'd think someone told him his cock wasn't the biggest in the kingdom after all.
    For Reiner, this moment wasn't just about Artis. Oh no, this was a direct brick-to-the-face revelation: He didn't know everything.
    The self-proclaimed hero¡ªposter boy for abs, arrogance, and all things alpha¡ªrealized his airtight knowledge of this world was leaking faster than a drunkard's bladder on a bumpy carriage ride.
    It was like someone told him Santa wasn't real, but instead of Santa, it was his entire fucking worldview.
    Artis studied Reiner's face, digging through his expression like he was trying to find gold in a pile of shit.
    Gone was the smug, cocksure prick who had swaggered into the room like he owned it. No, this was the real Reiner¡ªthe hero Artis remembered from the book.
    Humble, cautious, and radiating just the right amount of "oh-shit-what-now" energy to make anyone question if they'd bet on the wrong horse.
    'What the fuck is going on?'
    Artis thought, his mind spinning like a drunk chicken trying to fly.
    'What the fuck is going on?'
    Reiner thought, staring back at Artis with the same level of confusion as a guy who just walked in on his parents roleplaying as orcs. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire
    The two men locked eyes, their mutual bewilderment thick enough to choke a horse.
    Meanwhile, Chen and Jin were still riding the wave of their earlier laughter, their giggles turning into chuckles, then finally tapering off.
    Jin, his face flushed from the hilarity, reached for a glass on the table only to discover it was emptier than a broke gambler's pockets.
    He frowned, then looked at Chen, who mirrored the same realization. Both their heads turned toward Artis like synchronized predators sniffing out their next meal.
    "Dear brother-in-law..."
    Chen drawled, leaning back like he was about to deliver some sage wisdom,
    "I know you're pissed this guy managed to expose your true self, but seriously, we're fucking parched over here. You sent the girl away, so who's pouring the damn booze now? Ghosts?"
    He gestured lazily at the untouched bottle on the table. It was right there, mocking them, as if to say, Oh, you big strong men can't even lift me? Pathetic.
    "Yeah, brother..."
    Jin chimed in, his tone half-serious, half-drunk-on-laughter. He lightly tickled the girls on his lap, who squealed and giggled like they'd just heard the funniest joke of their lives.
    "If I don't get a drink soon, I'm going to get violent. You know how I get."
    The girls, apparently drunk on something other than wine, began pawing at Jin's face like he was some kind of oversized plush toy. Jin didn't seem to mind, grinning like the cocky bastard he was.
    Artis sighed dramatically, still staring into Reiner's golden eyes like they were locked in some unspoken battle of wills.
    "Oh, why, dear brother and brother-in-law, if only we had some competent people around here to handle basic tasks like pouring drinks. Such a shame, really."
    The tension at the table was palpable, but not for Reiner, who was still stuck in his own head, probably questioning his life choices.
    It wasn't until Galore, clearly done with the awkward silence, elbowed Reiner in the ribs that the so-called hero snapped back to reality.
    "Y-yes, of course, Milia can handle that. She's an expert at it."
    Reiner said, coughing into his fist while trying to plaster on a smile, which only made him look like he'd swallowed a fly.
    As the words left his mouth, the cat woman¡ªnow conveniently rebranded as Milia¡ªstepped forward with a grace that could only come from years of slinking around as a professional badass.
    Daphne, or whatever alias she was pretending to have, bent down to grab the bottle.
    Artis's vantage point was, well, chef's kiss.
    Her breasts hung with the kind of gravity that could make an astrophysicist weep, straining the tight cloak holding them in place.
    And her ass? Goddamn, it curved so perfectly it could've been sculpted by some horny Renaissance artist who'd been locked in his studio for way too long.
    Artis felt like he'd been smacked in the face with a divine revelation. The sight was, in a word, breathtaking. In several words, it was holy fuck, how is this legal?
    Daphne picked up the bottle with the practiced ease of someone who had poured a thousand drinks¡ªor spilled them on purpose for leverage. She was about to pour the wine when Artis's hand shot out like a cobra, grabbing her wrist mid-pour.
    "Na, na, Milia, you're not assigned to do that at all."
    Daphne blinked, her cool demeanor cracking just a fraction.
    "Wh-what? B-but I know how to pour a drink for a lord!"
    She stammered, her voice smooth but laced with confusion.
    It was the first time she'd spoken since she'd stepped into the room, and Artis wasn't about to let this moment slip by.
    Reiner had ordered her to "watch and learn some bartending tricks" like she was some aspiring mixologist instead of the princess's personal guard.
    And now? Now she was supposed to pour drinks for the young master and his gaggle of horny, self-important bastards?
    It was fucking insulting. She wasn't just some maid in an apron with a tray of cocktails¡ªshe was the goddamn protector of the elven princess!
    Pouring drinks for these assholes was a special kind of humiliation she didn't sign up for.
    So naturally, she'd told Reiner to shove his idea where the sun didn't shine. Politely, of course. Okay, maybe not that politely.
    But then the bastard had pulled his ultimate trump card: turning to her princess and asking her to do it. Her! The actual fucking princess.
    The princess¡ªgraceful, noble, and apparently prone to bad decisions¡ªagreed. AGREED! Like it was some noble sacrifice to mix drinks for sweaty men. Daphne's jaw had practically hit the floor.
    Cue several rounds of back-and-forth arguing. Daphne, of course, wanted to throw Reiner out the window and remind her princess of her actual royal duties.
    But the princess? Stubborn as a mule in diamond-encrusted heels. She insisted it was "a good diplomatic gesture" or some other bullshit excuse that made Daphne's eye twitch.
    Finally, Daphne caved. She'd rather swallow her pride than watch her princess¡ªher goddamn princess¡ªhumiliate herself by playing barmaid to these degenerate pricks.
    But that didn't mean she was happy about it. Oh no, as she begrudgingly accepted the task.
    'Damn bastard! Grabbing my hand like I'm some street vendor handing out fucking samples!'
    Daphne seethed internally, her cat ears twitching in barely-contained rage.
    Her fiery glare darted to Reiner, who had the audacity to close his eyes, lean back, and wordlessly gesture for her to calm down. Like he wasn't the one who shoved her into this mess to begin with.
    'Oh, calm down he says. Fuck you, Reiner.'
    Still, she took a deep breath, her mind reminding her of the bigger picture.
    'Mission first. If we get the Ginseng, we cure the Queen. No throttling cocky assholes today.'
    Plastering on the fakest smile this side of the kingdom, she turned her attention back to Artis, whose hand was still firmly around her wrist. It was taking every ounce of restraint not to claw him into ribbons.
    "Why, brother..."
    Jin chimed in, his grin widening like a fox watching chickens panic,
    "you've got plans for this one?"
    He was practically salivating at the chaos he knew was coming. This was Artis, after all, and restraint wasn't exactly his strong suit.
    "Of course I do, brother."
    Artis replied, his grin sharp enough to cut diamonds. His eyes closed briefly, his head tilting just enough to make him look like a smug bastard monk about to drop some divine wisdom.
    When he opened his eyes, the mischief in them was brighter than ever.
    "We can't waste such exceptional talent on something as mundane as pouring alcohol, brother¡­"
    Jin raised an eyebrow, his smirk mirroring Artis's in perfect unison.
    "Then what is she good for, brother?"
    The question hung in the air like a loaded crossbow, aimed squarely at the tension between Daphne's murderous rage and Artis's reckless, shit-stirring tendencies.
    The room collectively held its breath, waiting for the bomb to drop.
    "I mean, have you seen this piece of cake, brother? This isn't just a slice¡ªthis is the whole damn bakery!"
    And with that, he released her wrist, his hands moving faster than a thief on market day, sliding straight to the curve of her hips.
    Before she could even process what was happening, he spun her around like she was some kind of prize wheel at a festival.
    "W-what the fuck?!"
    Daphne yelped, her cat ears flattening as she stumbled to keep her balance. But Artis was already two steps ahead, his hands firmly planting themselves on her upper thighs, just below her ass cheeks.
    Then, to the horror of everyone¡ªand the rage of one particular feline warrior¡ªhe started jiggling.
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 Chapter 88 A Cat Warrior with a Whole Bakery! (2)

    Daphne stood there, completely frozen, her brain short-circuiting like a faulty spirit formation. What the fuck was happening?She was a former slave, sure, but her time in the Qi crystal mines involved hauling rocks and breaking boulders, not being manhandled like some tavern wench!
    Her crimson face burned hotter than a fire Qi furnace, a mix of two distinct and conflicting emotions¡ªpure, unbridled rage and... something else she refused to acknowledge.
    'How the hell did this guy think he could grab her like this?' S§×arch* The N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Nobody¡ªman, woman, or beast¡ªhad ever dared to touch her like that. Sure, she'd had plenty of bastards try to flirt with her in the past, spouting vulgar shit and making inappropriate suggestions.
    But the second she glared at them, they folded faster than a cheap fan in a summer storm, sometimes even pissing themselves in sheer terror.
    But this guy? He'd just gone straight to second base like it was the most natural thing in the fucking world.
    No hesitation, no fear, just a shit-eating grin and hands that had somehow bypassed her years of hard-earned intimidation aura.
    The bastards around the table weren't helping either. Jin was grinning like he'd just won the lottery, Chen was sipping his drink like this was free entertainment, and the two giggling bimbos on Jin's lap were acting like they'd just seen the funniest shit in their lives.
    She could feel Artis' arms around her waist, his fingers dangerously close to grabbing her ass, and his face... oh, hell no... his face was right there, barely an inch away from her ass cheeks.
    If she moved even slightly, she might accidentally knock him out with a tail swipe, but that didn't feel like enough punishment.
    'Oh, you're fucking dead.'
    Daphne hissed, her claws twitching with anticipation. It was going to take every ounce of self-control not to end this man right here and now.
    Artis, blissfully unaware of the impending doom, smirked like the cocky bastard he was.
    "Relax, sweetheart. I'm just appreciating the artistry. You're built like a goddess carved from jade¡ªwho wouldn't admire such craftsmanship?"
    Daphne slowly turned her head, her gaze locking onto her so-called companions.
    Galore, that useless sack of meat, was practically choking on suppressed laughter, his face redder than a freshly plucked spirit peach.
    She made a mental note to make him eat his own boots later¡ªpossibly with a side of her claws.
    Reiner, on the other hand, was putting on his best I'm shocked but not really face.
    His expression screamed, Yeah, I saw this coming, but I'm pretending I didn't because fuck you, that's why.
    'That bastard knew!'
    Daphne seethed internally.
    'He fucking knew this would happen and didn't say a damn thing!'
    Reiner gave her the slightest shake of his head, the universal signal for Don't do anything stupid, you'll fuck up the mission.
    It was the kind of look that said, I get it, he's a pervert, but let's not blow our cover because I don't want to deal with the fallout.
    Sure, their cover was important¡ªblah, blah, the mission, blah, blah¡ªbut at this moment, Daphne didn't give a flying fuck about their carefully constructed infiltrator act.
    The priestess was off somewhere cozy, doing her saintly little miracles. The princess was tucked away safe, likely sipping tea and eating those overpriced spirit cakes.
    Meanwhile, she was stuck here, getting groped by a walking embodiment of horny audacity.
    She took a deep breath, trying to calm the raging inferno inside her.
    But it wasn't working. Not when she could still feel his hands¡ªthe fucking audacity of them¡ªlingering on her upper thighs like he owned the place.
    Her claws itched to tear into something, preferably Artis' smug, grinning face.
    'Not now, Daphne. Not now.'
    She began to take deep breaths and it was working¡ªwell, partially.
    Each deep inthale loosened the coiled spring of fury inside her, her cat ears drooping back to their usual relaxed state. Her temperature cooled, and her nerves stopped screaming for her to maul every bastard in the room.
    Progress.
    But there was a fucking problem.
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    A problem that wasn't anger but pure, unfiltered annoyance.
    Her tail.
    Normally, Daphne kept her fluffy appendage tucked discreetly between her cheeks¡ªan expert move to avoid any outlines through her tight-fitting dress.
    It was a trick of the trade, a subtle art of avoiding unwanted attention in a room full of horny degenerates.
    But when that pervert had grabbed her, her body had gone into full-blown fight-or-flight mode. Every muscle in her went rigid, including the one that controlled her tail.
    What was once a soft, fluffy string of fur was now a goddamn steel rod, pressed stiffly between her ass cheeks.
    And thanks to her unfortunate biology, the tip of her tail was now very much in contact with some... intimate areas.
    To make matters worse, when that asshole jiggled her ass, the motion sent her stiffened tail sliding up and down, its tip tapping her puckered hole like it was knocking to be let in.
    Her face, already red with suppressed rage, now burned with a whole different shade of crimson.
    'Great, just fucking great.'
    She thought, her teeth grinding as she tried to adjust herself subtly. But every tiny movement made things worse, the tip of her tail brushing places it had no business being near.
    Daphne's entire body felt like it had been dunked in molten lava. Warm, tingly, and absolutely not okay.
    The soft, traitorous texture of her own tail rubbing against her most intimate places was sending signals she really didn't want to decode.
    Her face, now a radiant shade of beetroot red, was a testament to her absolute mortification.
    She wasn't clueless about that kind of stuff¡ªshe'd heard enough crude jokes in taverns and seen enough raunchy street performances to understand the basics.
    But experiencing something like this firsthand? While standing stiff as a board in a room full of perverts?
    This wasn't just embarrassing. This was hell.
    Then Artis opened his goddamn mouth again.
    "Brother, this cake is like that rare, sinful dessert you see in a shop window once, but you can't afford it. So you go home and jerk off just thinking about it."
    Daphne's jaw dropped.
    'Did this fucking idiot just compare her ass to a cake he'd masturbate over?!'
    But before her brain could fully process the insult, Artis's hands moved¡ªhis fingers creeping up her upper thighs like the world's most determined trespassers.
    When they reached her ass, they didn't just stop. No, the bastard had the audacity to sink his fingers in and massage her cheeks like he was kneading dough for his next "cake fantasy."
    Her muscles betrayed her. She clenched¡ªhard. Her thighs, her ass, everything tightened in rebellion. And, unfortunately, that meant her tail pressed even more firmly against her most sensitive spots.
    The motion sent a ripple of sensation she absolutely did not ask for coursing through her body. It was confusing. It was weird. And, worst of all, it was... kind of a strange feeling.
    'Fucking kill me.'
    Daphne thought as she struggled to keep her composure, her tail caught in a war zone between her puckered hole and her increasingly warm pussy.
    Meanwhile, the rest of the table was too busy laughing at Artis's obscene metaphor to notice Daphne's internal meltdown.
    'Fuck! Fuck! What the actual fuck is this?!'
    Daphne's inner monologue was a trainwreck of panic, rage, and shame.
    The warmth pooling between her thighs was not helping her mental state. It was like her body had decided to betray her on every possible level.
    The grinding sensation from her stiff-as-hell tail was rubbing her raw in ways she did not consent to, and the fact that it was happening in front of these lecherous bastards only made her feel worse.
    Her muscles tensed again, undoing every calming breath she'd taken earlier. Her forehead veins bulged like she was about to unleash some catgirl version of a berserker rage. And then she snapped.
    "Pervert! Get your filthy hands off me!"
    Before Artis could even blink, Daphne spun around like a whirlwind of fury, grabbed his wandering hand, and twisted it behind his back.
    The man yelped as she slammed his smug face into the table with a loud thud.
    The entire tavern went silent.
    Daphne looked up, panting slightly from the adrenaline rush, only to see every single person in the room staring at her. Not in admiration. Not in horror. But with... pity.
    Even the young master, Jin, who had been laughing his ass off just moments ago, was now frozen mid-chuckle, his grin replaced with wide-eyed silence.
    His two busty lap ornaments were equally stunned, their hands covering their mouths like they'd just witnessed a tragic soap opera twist.
    But it was the tavern owner that really set Daphne's nerves on edge.
    The man had stopped wiping his counter and was now crossing himself¡ªor whatever the local equivalent of "praying for your doomed soul" was.
    He touched his chest, then his forehead, all while muttering under his breath and staring at Daphne with the kind of look usually reserved for sacrificial lambs.
    'Why the fuck is he looking at me like that?!'
    Her eyes darted around the room. Every patron, every barmaid, even the shady guy in the corner nursing his ale like it was his last drink, was watching her like she'd just dug her own grave.
    The weight of their stares made her ears twitch in irritation. But her tail? Her tail was still stiff as a damn flagpole, and she hated how much it reminded her of what had just happened.

 Chapter 89 Task Failed!

    A cluster of spears was already leveled at Daphne, their sharp tips gleaming with an unmistakable "one wrong move and you're toast" energy.Behind her, she could hear Galore cracking his knuckles like he was auditioning for the role of "angry muscle-bound sidekick." He was practically vibrating with excitement for a fight.
    But then, Reiner¡ªcool as a fucking cucumber¡ªgrabbed Galore's fist mid-motion and gave a subtle shake of his head. It was like a silent "don't ruin this any further, you idiot" warning.
    Daphne's brain short-circuited.
    'Oh, shit. What have I done?'
    Her stomach dropped faster than a drunk on cheap ale. She knew she'd fucked up. Royally. And in this room full of tension, she realized her usual go-to response of punch now, talk never wasn't going to fly.
    'Fuck me sideways.'
    She thought, already sweating. Her pride screamed to justify her actions, but reality slapped her with a harsh truth:
    Beggars don't get to pick their battles, and apparently, they also don't get to assault people willy-nilly.
    Begrudgingly, she released Artis's hand like it was a hot iron.
    "I¡­ uh¡­"
    Words failed her. Diplomacy wasn't just out of her comfort zone¡ªit was on another planet.
    If it were a brawl, she'd be a goddamn poet, but now? She was the verbal equivalent of a drunk trying to explain quantum physics.
    Her awkward stammer was cut off by a low chuckle.
    It came from him. Artis. The bastard she'd just slammed into the table.
    The sound was soft at first, but it cut through the silence of the tavern like a knife. And somehow, it wasn't comforting in the slightest.
    No, this wasn't the laugh of a man who'd been humiliated. It was the laugh of someone who enjoyed it.
    The patrons collectively flinched, their faces a mix of terror and morbid curiosity. A few gulped nervously, while others darted their eyes away, pretending to be fascinated by their empty mugs.
    But no one¡ªno one¡ªresumed what they were doing. It was as if the entire room had paused to watch a lion decide whether it was in the mood to pounce or purr.
    Daphne swallowed hard. She had a sinking feeling this chuckle wasn't going to lead anywhere pleasant.
    The man rose slowly, the kind of deliberate movement that screamed "I'm about to make this awkward for everyone."
    Artis adjusted his robe like he was some high-brow aristocrat instead of a professional pain in the ass, his smirk sharper than the spears still pointed at Daphne.
    "Well, brother, it seems these fine folks aren't ready to serve you properly. Shame, really. Let's not waste our precious time here anymore."
    The young master stood up, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders, exuding the kind of energy only someone born with a golden spoon up their ass could manage.
    The ladies on his lap popped to their feet like trained puppies, their exaggerated giggles now replaced with nervous silence.
    "Chen," the young master added, his calm voice carrying an undercurrent of pure menace, "it seems you've wasted our time. Again. Say goodbye to this month's salary, you useless prick." Your next chapter is on My Virtual Library Empire
    Chen barely flinched. He just nodded, his expression screaming "Yeah, I saw this coming." He shot Daphne and her crew a look that could only be described as "thanks for nothing, assholes."
    The entourage began filing out in perfect synchronization, like a pack of predators deciding this hunt wasn't worth it.
    Artis lingered, his hand casually grabbing the bottle of ridiculously expensive booze from the table¡ªbecause of course he would.
    As he passed Daphne, he shot her a shit-eating grin, the kind that said "I'll be thinking about your tail later tonight." He didn't say a word, but the message was loud and clear.
    Then, as if he hadn't just humiliated her and disrupted the entire tavern, he sauntered out with all the swagger of a cat who'd just knocked a priceless vase off the table and didn't give a fuck.
    The tavern owner, who had been nervously gripping a rag like it was a stress ball, immediately crossed himself again.
    He whispered a prayer under his breath, thanking every deity he could think of that his tavern was still standing and not reduced to rubble.
    Daphne stood frozen, her fists clenched, her pride in shreds, and her tail still awkwardly brushing places it shouldn't.
    'This mission better be worth this bullshit.'
    ...
    "She was a good specimen."
    Jin mused as they strolled away, his tone as casual as if he were discussing a damn wine tasting.
    "Good? Sure. Worth the fucking circus act? Not even close."
    Artis grumbled, shaking his head.
    He knew the drill¡ªthese wannabes would keep crawling back, tails between their legs, until Jin gave the nod.
    And for Jin to give the nod, Artis had to stamp his seal of approval. Spoiler alert: he wasn't going to make it easy.
    "Well..."
    Chen piped up, grinning like the devil who just signed a fresh soul.
    "If they're really itching to grovel under your boot, young master, they'll crawl back. I mean, did you see our performance back there? Especially that final act. Chef's fucking kiss!"
    Artis snorted, while Jin chuckled like the puppet master he was.
    "Chen, you really do have a knack for reading people. They've got power, sure, but not the right vibe yet. Pride, hesitation¡ªwhatever's clogging their pipes, it's holding them back. But mark my words, they'll be back."
    Jin's smirk grew wider, almost predatory, as he placed a hand on Artis's shoulder.
    "And when they do, you're up, Artis. Teach them what it means to truly serve a master. No half-assery. Full submission. Got it?"
    Artis glanced at Jin, then back at the tavern they'd just left. His lips curled into a grin that was equal parts amusement and menace.
    "Oh, don't you worry, young master. By the time I'm done with them, they'll be worshiping the ground you walk on... or begging for mercy. Either works for me." S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Since it has become like this¡ªdoes this mean I still get my salary this month?"
    Chen blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward smile that screamed please don't fuck me over.
    His voice carried the desperation of a man who'd just realized his wallet might be emptier than a monk's booze stash.
    It wasn't often Chen got docked for dumb shit. He knew the gamble: nail the recruitment, get a fat commission; botch it, kiss your paycheck goodbye.
    When he first scouted the trio, he'd sworn on his left nut that they had potential. Hell, they even nodded along when he casually hinted they might have to "get creative" in their duties.
    But now? Turns out they were still stuck in pride-and-prejudice mode, not bend-the-knee reality.
    Jin and Artis froze mid-step, turning to stare at him like he'd just asked to borrow their underwear. For a solid moment, the air was heavy with tension.
    Then, as if on cue, they both burst into laughter so loud it echoed down the street like a pair of drunk hyenas.
    "Assholes."
    Chen muttered under his breath, scowling as he trudged after them. His cursed luck struck again. No booze, no commission, and now no paycheck? Fucking wonderful.
    They walked in silence for a bit, Chen nursing his bruised pride, until Artis suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
    "Ah, I'm heading home, brother."
    Artis declared, stretching like he had all the time in the world.
    "Already? You just fucking got here."
    "One whole week ago."
    "Aaaaah, such a long time."
    Jin mocked, dragging out his words like a sarcastic little shit. Then his eyes narrowed.
    "Wait... don't tell me you're all butt-hurt because of that woman. Pfft! Oh, gods, you are! Don't even try to¡ª"
    "What?! Don't give me that crap."
    Artis interrupted, pretending to be scandalized. He rolled up his sleeve dramatically, revealing his arm with all the subtlety of a peacock on steroids.
    "Look at this! This is pure fucking muscle."
    He flexed, though not too hard¡ªhe wasn't trying to pop his robe or, worse, make his arm look too good. This was a delicate art, after all.
    Jin's eyes lingered on Artis's bicep, his face suspicious as hell, like he'd just caught Artis with his hand in the spiritual cookie jar.
    "Huh¡­ you've been working out, haven't you?"
    Jin's tone was casual, but Artis could feel the trap tightening.
    Artis, ever the sly bastard, rolled his sleeve down faster than a whore hiding a stash of stolen coins.
    "Oh, you know me, brother. A couple of push-ups here, a few squats there. Nothing too serious!"
    His laugh was so fake it could've been bottled and sold as snake oil.
    Jin wasn't buying it. His gaze was sharp, calculating.
    If Jin even suspected that Artis was gaining an edge¡ªwhether it was bigger muscles, a fatter wallet, or, heaven forbid, a more impressive spear¡ªthe fallout would be catastrophic.
    Jin's ego was so fragile you could break it by flexing too hard in his direction.
    Artis had to act fast.
    "Anyway, brother, I should be going now."
    He said, bowing slightly like a guilty dog backing away from its owner.
    "Wait a second," Jin called after him. "You're gonna drink that alone?"
    He gestured toward the expensive bottle of booze clutched in Artis's hand.
    Artis froze. For a split second, he considered chucking the bottle and making a run for it. But instead, he turned back with a shit-eating grin, holding the bottle up like it was a trophy.
    "This? Oh, I'm gonna play a game with this, Young Master."
    Artis said with a sly grin, giving the bottle a little flourish like he was handling some sacred treasure.
    He threw a wink over his shoulder and started walking away with the confidence of a man who had just stolen a dragon's egg and lived to brag about it.
    Jin squinted, a mix of curiosity and suspicion flickering in his eyes.
    Yes, he indeed was going to play a game. A game that was going to give him an end result that's going to boost his cultivation base by 1.5x.

 Chapter 90 How to Summon Someone!

    Artis strode into his house, the silence only broken by the clatter of utensils as Juliana scrubbed dishes in the kitchen.Her annoyed muttering about "lazy men" and "ungrateful husband" drifted through the air, but he paid it no mind. He had other plans.
    He made his way to Nadia's room, the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the hallway.
    As he reached her door, it slid open, and out stepped Nadia¡ªwrapped in nothing but a towel that clung to her like it was on a mission to reveal everything.
    Her freshly showered skin glistened, and her damp hair framed her flushed face.
    "I-I'm going shopping... w-with my friends¡­"
    She stammered, her words tumbling over themselves as her eyes darted everywhere but at him.
    Artis's gaze didn't waver, his smirk growing as he took in her deliciously flustered state. The towel barely covered her bouncing assets, which seemed to have a mind of their own.
    Slam!
    Nadia bolted for the shoji door, slamming it shut behind her like her life depended on it. Her embarrassed squeak echoed in the hallway.
    Artis chuckled to himself, his smirk morphing into a wolfish grin.
    'Cute as fuck.'
    He could've had her right there¡ªhell, the towel was practically an invitation¡ªbut he decided to savor the anticipation.
    'Soon, baby girl. Soon.'
    He made his way to his room, locking the door and shutting the windows. After a long stretch and a smug chuckle, he flopped onto the bed, sinking into a power nap that lasted until the sun dipped below the horizon.
    When he finally stirred, blinking against the dim light, something caught his attention.
    The window he distinctly remembered closing was now slightly ajar. His eyes narrowed as a flicker of movement caught his eye¡ªa small black cat ear peeking just over the windowsill.
    Artis sat up slowly, his lips curling into a smirk.
    'Oh, so it was her cat? Figures.'
    He scratched his head, leaning out to get a better look. The tiny black furball sat there, its tail flicking with a level of sass that suggested it owned the place¡ªand possibly him.
    'What was its name again?'
    He muttered, squinting like the answer might be written on its smug little face.
    'Man, I forgot. Guess when you're not part of the tits-and-ass club, you don't leave much of an impression.'
    The cat, unbothered, licked its paw like it hadn't been spying on him through the damn window all day.
    Artis leaned back with a groan.
    'Of course it's not just a normal cat. Nothing in this fucking place is. Probably has some wild powers, too. Maybe it can teleport, shoot laser beams, or, I don't know, recite poetry about boobs and betrayal.'
    He rubbed his temples, trying to recall what he knew about it from the novel.
    Up to the chapters he'd read, the damn furball hadn't done much except prance around like it owned the Matriarch's mansion.
    But he knew it had some big role coming up¡ªand knowing his luck, it probably involved making his life a living hell.
    His eyes narrowed as he thought about all the "activities" it might've witnessed.
    'Shit, it probably saw everything. The scripture, my... playdates with Juliana and Nadia...'
    He sighed, scratching his chin.
    'How do you deal with a cat that's got more dirt on you than your enemies? Do I bribe it? Threaten it? Convince it to join the team?'
    Then, like a lightbulb flickering on in a dim room, an idea hit him. His smirk returned, sharp and devilish.
    'Yep, that's the plan.'
    Artis thought, his grin widening like a wolf eyeing a sheep in stilettos.
    'Catch her off guard, but not now. Now... time for the real dual-cultivation session. Heh heh heh.'
    Rubbing his hands together like a villain in a bad soap opera, his eyes locked onto the bottle of ridiculously expensive alcohol sitting on his table. S~ea??h the N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
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    'The kind of drink you use to woo a goddess or maybe bribe a demon lord¡ªeither way, it was going to get the job done.'
    "Alright, showtime."
    He muttered, springing from the bed with the enthusiasm of a horny teenager. He practically kicked down the bathroom door, stripping on the way like he was auditioning for a budget porno.
    Under the shower, he scrubbed himself until he was squeaky clean, his mind swirling with mischievous plans.
    When he finally emerged, he wore a white silk robe so thin and clingy it was practically a public service announcement for his bulge. The fabric hugged his body in ways that were borderline indecent.
    "Perfect," he whispered, admiring himself in the mirror. "Let's play."
    Grabbing the bottle from the table, he stepped out of his room, his grin sharp enough to cut glass.
    Juliana, lounging on the couch like a lazy cat, looked up at the sound of the sliding door. Her casual demeanor immediately shifted to surprise.
    "Oh, you're out already? I thought you'd be holed up in there until, like, midnight. Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat¡ªMommy can whip up dinner right now, okay?"
    Her voice had that nervous edge, a mix of surprise and something else. She sat up straighter, her loose robe slipping just enough to give Artis a good look at her ample "assets."
    She finally craned her neck over the back of the couch, and when her eyes landed on him, she froze mid-breath, her lips parting slightly.
    There he was, leaning casually against the doorframe, looking like sin personified. His robe clung to him in all the right ways¡ªor wrong, depending on your moral compass.
    The silk hugged his chest, the outlines of his muscles practically begging for attention, but the real kicker? The shadowy silhouette of his package.
    Her throat dried up faster than a cheap wine at a bachelorette party. She gulped, her cheeks glowing brighter than a bonfire.
    'What... what the hell is he planning now?'
    Her thoughts swirled as her body betrayed her, heat pooling in places she didn't want to admit.
    "Yes, Mommy, I'm hungry," he said, his voice low and smooth like honey dripping over a blade. Then, after the perfect dramatic pause, he added, "But not for food."
    He licked his lips, his sinful eyes locking onto her with enough intensity to melt steel.
    Her heart skipped, then started pounding like a drumline at a college football game. She glanced at his hand, where the bottle of expensive booze gleamed under the soft light.
    'Is that... oh god, is that for lighting the mood? Is it finally happening?!'
    Juliana's mind raced. For two weeks, two long, agonizing weeks, he'd teased her relentlessly.
    Whispering filthy things, making her cum more times than she cared to count, but never crossing the final line.
    She'd resigned herself to more of the same torment, but now... now this?
    Her body tingled with anticipation, her legs pressing together as if trying to keep the heat from leaking out.
    'Is he serious?'
    Artis, still standing there like he owned the world¡ªand her¡ªtilted his head, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face.
    "G-glasses? You need glasses for that?"
    Juliana stammered, her voice shaky as she gestured towards the bottle in his hand.
    "Oh, this?"
    Artis gave the bottle a little shake, the liquid inside sloshing temptingly.
    "Yes, three glasses, Mommy. Three."
    "Th-three? But there's only two of us here?"
    Her brow furrowed, confusion etched all over her face. She knew Nadia was out, and surely he didn't mean...
    "Oh? You're not thinking about Dad?"
    Artis smirked, his sinful grin spreading like wildfire.
    Her eyes widened.
    "You can't be serious¡ª"
    "Bingo!"
    He cut her off with a sing-song tone, then pointed toward the kitchen with the casual authority of someone who knew he was in control.
    "Now off you go, baby. Fetch three glasses and meet me in my room. I'll be waiting."
    Juliana stood frozen as he sauntered away, his robe swaying just enough to hint at the sculpted perfection beneath.
    Her gaze followed him until the door slid shut behind him, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts¡ªand an even faster-beating heart.
    'Oh, god! What is he planning?'
    Her pulse drummed in her ears as she shuffled toward the kitchen. Each step felt heavier than the last, her mind swirling with scenarios that were both mortifying and... strangely exciting.
    'Three glasses... for him, for me... and for Lui?!'
    She grabbed the glasses with trembling hands, her body betraying her better judgment.
    'Is he really going to¡ª'
    She shook her head, her cheeks flaming.
    'No, no, don't think about it!'
    But deep down, a traitorous little voice whispered:
    'You're curious, aren't you?'
    ...
    Minutes later, Juliana nervously knocked on his door.
    "Come in."
    Artis's deep, lazy voice called out.
    She stepped inside, clutching the glasses, and her eyes were immediately drawn to him. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor at a low table, the bottle of booze front and center.
    His robe had casually parted at the chest, revealing a teasing glimpse of smooth, ripped abs that looked like they were carved by a thirsty god.
    Her gaze darted to the bottle, then back to his smirking face.
    "Come on, Mommy, take a seat."
    He gestured to the spot beside him with a flick of his fingers.
    Juliana nodded, her heart thumping louder than a war drum, and sat to his left, her knees tucked neatly under her. She set the glasses down on the table, careful not to make any sudden movements.
    "Should I call Lui?"
    She asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.
    Artis chuckled, leaning over to pat her head like she was a good little puppy. The casual brush of his fingers against her hair sent a shiver down her spine.
    "No need. I'll show you a magic trick instead. A trick to summon someone. Watch and learn, baby."
    With an infuriatingly cocky grin, he grabbed the bottle. With a flick of his thumb, the cork flew off with a satisfying pop, the sound echoing like a challenge in the quiet room.

 Chapter 91 The Beast Is Summoned!

    The cork shot out with a satisfying pop, the bottle hissing like it was ready to party. The air immediately filled with a rich, fruity aroma so intoxicating it could've made a nun reconsider her vows."Mmm¡­ that smell is divine."
    Juliana murmured, leaning in slightly to catch more of the alluring scent.
    "It's definitely expensive. Did the young master gift you this?"
    Her words were laced with curiosity, but her thoughts were already wandering into less-than-innocent territory. The alcohol's aroma was leagues above whatever budget swill Lui usually bathed in¡ªif he even bathed at all.
    "You could say that¡­"
    Artis replied, his voice smooth and teasing. He held the bottle up to his nose and took a deep inhale, his eyes briefly closing in exaggerated bliss.
    "Damn, that's some premium stuff."
    Then, as if the moment wasn't already loaded with tension, Artis tilted the bottle toward his lips and¡­ started licking it.
    First, his tongue ran slowly around the rim, tracing it like it was some forbidden delicacy.
    Then, he leaned in further, sliding his tongue inside the opening, swirling it sensually like he was savoring the nectar of the gods.
    Juliana's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed hotter than a furnace, and her gaze dropped to the floor.
    That familiar tingling sensation was back¡ªthe one that always ignited whenever she was near him. She crossed her legs subtly, but it did nothing to quell the storm brewing inside her.
    Artis, of course, noticed. Pulling the bottle away with a smirk, he casually licked his lips, his eyes locking onto hers with a wicked gleam
    "Here, take a taste."
    He held the bottle to her lips with a devilish smirk, and Juliana leaned forward, her mouth wrapping around the tip of the bottle.
    Slowly, she began to suck, letting the rich, potent liquid flow onto her tongue. The warmth of the alcohol spread through her mouth, and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
    The flavor was unlike anything she'd ever tasted¡ªsmooth, decadent, and just strong enough to send a tingle down her spine.
    Her eyes fluttered closed as she continued to savor it, her lips never leaving the bottle's rim.
    "Mm¡­ it's amazing."
    She murmured, finally pulling back. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed from more than just the booze.
    "But seriously, Art¡­ what are you planning? You're making me anxious."
    "Anxious?"
    Artis chuckled, leaning in just enough for her to feel the heat of his breath.
    "Or maybe¡­ excited?"
    His words sent a jolt through her, and she bit her lip to stifle the reaction. Artis didn't wait for a reply. He tilted the bottle with precision, pouring just a splash of the golden liquid into the glasses¡ªeach serving barely enough to coat the bottom.
    Juliana, unable to meet his gaze, looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously. She felt like a book he'd already read cover to cover, every page laid bare for him to interpret at his leisure.
    He chuckled again, his deep, confident laugh making her squirm.
    "What's the matter, Jul? You're acting like you've got something to hide. But we both know¡­ there's nothing left to hide, is there?"
    Her face burned, her mind racing with thoughts she dared not voice. And yet, she couldn't deny the anticipation pooling in her chest¡ªor lower.
    "It's strange... I feel calm and peaceful now. After so many decades, it feels like... I'm okay. If you can call it that."
    Juliana said, her voice soft but carrying an edge of vulnerability. She smiled shyly, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her dress.
    Artis paused mid-pour, arching a brow as he set the bottle down.
    The look on his face was one of a man who was not used to being the focus of heartfelt confessions¡ªespecially not during what he'd planned as a booze-fueled seduction session.
    "Are you confessing to me, Mommy? Should I get down on one knee?"
    He teased, flashing a wolfish grin.
    Juliana let out a light laugh, her cheeks flushing.
    "Ha! Not like that, you cheeky bastard. It's just... I feel like when you're around, nothing bad can happen to me. Like... when you're here, under the same roof, I can finally breathe. Nobody can hurt me."
    Her gaze softened, locking onto his, and suddenly the playful banter took a turn.
    "I feel so safe with you. So loved. Like... I'm not just some woman washing dishes or... or waiting for scraps of affection."
    Artis blinked, caught completely off-guard. He opened his mouth to say something witty, but she pressed on, her eyes shining with a mix of love and determination.
    "I just want to say..."
    She trailed off, her voice dropping to a near whisper. S§×ar?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis braced himself, expecting something sugary and sentimental. Maybe even a tear.
    "Thank you," she said, her voice clear and steady. "Thank you... from the bottom of my heart."
    For a moment, he stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.
    "Juliana... I¡ª"
    He then started, but words failed him. A rare occurrence for a man who could usually talk his way into¡ªor out of¡ªanything.
    Before he could embarrass himself further, Juliana placed a finger on his lips. Her touch was soft but commanding, and it shut him up faster than any slap ever could.
    "Shhh¡­ I don't need a reply, baby..."
    She whispered, her voice low and sultry, her head tilted just enough to make her look both innocent and dangerously mischievous.
    "I just want you to know."
    Artis blinked, trying to keep his cool, but damn, this woman knew how to stir something primal in him.
    "This woman..."
    He trailed off, smiling and shaking his head like a man caught in a losing game. He glanced up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly because no way in hell was he going to let her see his eyes glisten.
    "What? What about this old woman?"
    Juliana shot back, leaning forward on the table with a sly grin, her cleavage making a strategic appearance like they had their own agenda.
    "Your mouth, woman," Artis said, finally snapping back to reality. "That needs to be shut down."
    He pinched her cheeks playfully, tugging them like she was a mischievous kid caught stealing cookies¡ªexcept this kid had an unfair advantage in the form of irresistible plump lips.
    "And how exactly are you planning on doing that, dear Art?"
    The way she said his name¡ªbreathy and teasing, her plump lips quivering like they were daring him to act¡ªmade his cock twitch under the silk of his robe.
    "Like this..."
    Artis murmured, leaning forward to claim her lips with the finesse of a man who had very specific practice.
    The kiss started slow¡ªsoft and tender¡ªbut quickly turned hotter than a furnace on overdrive.
    One hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, while the other tangled in her wavy hair, which smelled suspiciously like she'd bathed in an entire rose garden. Juliana melted into his hold, her lips yielding to his like butter on a sizzling pan.
    His tongue slipped in, firm and teasing, exploring her mouth like it was charting new territory. It was sweet, it was filthy, and goddammit, it was perfect.
    When they finally broke apart, their foreheads touched, breaths mingling, hearts hammering like they'd just sprinted through a battlefield.
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    "Mommy..."
    Artis rasped, his voice dripping with want and just enough cocky edge to remind her who was in charge¡ªwell, mostly.
    "Shhhh..."
    Juliana cut him off, her lips crashing back into his, her hands roaming his chest like she was trying to memorize every inch of it. And oh boy, there was a lot to memorize.
    Her fingers skimmed over his abs, tracing each ripple like an archaeologist studying ancient carvings.
    "So, the big, bad teasing master does have a wavering heart, huh?"
    She whispered against his lips, her voice playful but her touch anything but.
    Artis smirked, catching her wandering hand mid-trace.
    "Wavering? Sweetheart, my heart isn't wavering. It's rock solid¡ªjust like the rest of me."
    Her eyes darted downward, catching the not-so-subtle outline beneath his robe. She raised a brow, biting back a grin.
    "Oh, I noticed, Mr. Rock Solid. But maybe I should double-check, you know, for science."
    "Science, huh?" Artis chuckled, pulling her flush against him. "Careful, Jul. You play with fire, and you're gonna get burned."
    "Burn me then."
    Artis leaned forward, capturing her lips like a man on a mission, his hands gliding over her body like he was carving a masterpiece.
    She was everything he'd ever fantasized about¡ªsoft, luscious, and practically begging for it.
    Their tongues tangled in a battle of dominance, their bodies pressed so close you couldn't slip a piece of paper between them.
    Hands roamed wildly, robes parted just enough to let their skin brush, and every touch sent sparks flying.
    Artis slid his hands down her back, feeling every delicious curve, while Juliana threaded her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer like she was anchoring herself to reality.
    Their lips moved together, hot and fervent, as if the universe itself had paused just to witness their sinful symphony.
    But then¡ªRRRRRHHH!
    A low, guttural growl sliced through the passion like a knife through butter. They froze mid-kiss, their eyes darting toward the source.
    "Is that...?"
    Juliana gasped, clutching her chest like her heart had just tried to escape.
    Artis sighed, leaning back with a smirk that screamed I knew this was coming.
    "Yes, Mommy," he said, running a hand through his thoroughly disheveled hair. "That's the beast I summoned with this bottle."

 Chapter 92 The Divine Liquid Gold!

    "Come on in, don't be shy."The door slid open slowly, and in shuffled Lui, looking like absolute shit-on-a-stick.
    The man was hunched over like he was auditioning for a role as a goblin in a third-rate play, wrapped in a blanket that screamed, I've given up on life.
    He looked...worse than yesterday, if that was even possible. Somehow, the fucker had gained weight, his belly now peeking out beneath the blanket like it was trying to escape the shame.
    Most people in fear drop a few pounds, but not Lui. Oh no. Apparently, he'd gone full gremlin, stress-eating his way through everything Juliana had probably cooked.
    Juliana, kneeling on the floor beside Artis, gasped at the sight of her husband¡ªher actual husband¡ªbut quickly composed herself.
    Her shoulders relaxed when she realized the dumbass wasn't even looking at her. No, his red, bloodshot eyes were locked on the bottle and glasses on the table like a starving man staring at a steak dinner.
    Lui stopped mid-shuffle and sniffed the air like a goddamn bloodhound. His nostrils flared as the fruity scent of the alcohol hit him. His whole body shuddered as if he'd just been kissed by the booze gods themselves.
    A low, guttural groan escaped his throat before he suddenly threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs.
    "My preeecious..."
    He croaked, sounding like a mix between a desperate drunk and a deranged goblin. He lunged forward, arms outstretched, stumbling like a toddler learning to walk.
    But in his booze-starved madness, he miraculously stopped just short of the table and flopped face-first onto the floor behind it.
    His precious¡ªhis life-giving elixir¡ªwas safe. Destroying the table and its sacred cargo was not an option, even for this mess of a man.
    Juliana recoiled at the sight of her husband groveling like a junkie denied his fix. With a quiet sigh of disgust, she scooted closer to Artis, who slung a confident arm around her shoulder.
    Their eyes met, hers questioning, his calm and reassuring.
    "Nothing to worry about, babe."
    Artis murmured, his voice a low purr. Meanwhile, his hand¡ªlike a thief in the night¡ªslipped under her robe and found her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple in slow, lazy circles.
    "Mommy, baby, would you do me a little favor?"
    Juliana, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks and elsewhere, smiled coyly.
    "Anything for you..."
    "Good girl." His grin widened. "Go fetch me an empty bottle. I've got... plans."
    She didn't ask what he meant. Why bother? Trusting him was second nature now.
    She just rose to her feet with a grace that made the robe barely cling to her curves.
    Her eyes flitted briefly to her pathetic husband¡ªhalf-slumped on the table like a drunk praying at an altar, his eyes glued to the bottle as if it were the Holy Grail.
    Her pity lasted all of half a second before Artis's hand gave her ass a firm slap, followed by a possessive grab that made her arch an eyebrow and smirk.
    With a sultry smile, she swayed her hips just enough to remind him what he had as she headed toward the kitchen.
    As the door swung shut behind her, Artis turned his attention back to the wreck of a man clawing at the table like a feral cat.
    "The most expensive alcohol in this sect..."
    Artis drawled, his tone soaked in mockery.
    Lui's head snapped up, eyes wild, mouth half-open like he was about to either beg or scream.
    There was a manic frenzy in those bloodshot eyes, the kind of desperation that made you want to lock your doors and hide your wallet.
    'Man, this guy looks like he's one bad day away from wearing his underwear as a hat...'
    Artis thought, smirking at the sight.
    And it was true¡ªLui didn't just look like he'd fallen off the wagon; he looked like the wagon had run him over, backed up, and left him twitching in the dirt.
    If there was a spectrum of normalcy, Lui was so deep in the negative zone he was practically pioneering a new dimension of fucked-up.
    But Artis wasn't a monster. No, he had a plan. A divine intervention, if you will. And the name of that intervention? The universal cure for all of life's tragedies: alcohol.
    "I-it's truly divine..."
    Lui's eyes practically sparkled like a broke kid staring at the world's biggest candy bar. The golden hue of the alcohol on the glass was nothing short of liquid ambrosia in his mind.
    He had only ever heard whispers about this kind of booze, the kind that rich bastards drank while laughing their asses off at people like him.
    The taste, the texture¡ªit had all been described to him in flowery terms that made his cheap, piss-water moonshine seem like gutter runoff.
    For decades, all Lui had ever done was dream about sipping this liquid gold. And now? Now, that dream was right there, glistening in front of him like a lover's kiss.
    "How does it feel, Lui? Seeing what you've wanted your entire, sad little life sitting right in front of you?"
    "M-magical...like the Golden Ginseng!"
    Lui stammered, his trembling hands itching to grab the glass.
    Artis nodded solemnly, like some kind of liquor messiah.
    "Go on... drown all three glasses. It's yours, all of it."
    "M-me? I-I can have it?"
    Lui's excitement was a palpable, almost physical thing.
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    The poor man was practically salivating at the thought of tasting alcohol after a week of hellish sobriety.
    And not just any alcohol¡ªthis wasn't the cheap swill he was used to guzzling like a dehydrated camel.
    No, this was the good shit, the kind of drink reserved for sect elders and assholes who thought golden robes made them gods.
    Lui's face contorted into an expression that was equal parts joy and disbelief, like someone had handed him the keys to a harem and told him it came with unlimited snacks.
    His trembling fingers hovered over the glass, and as the aroma of the alcohol wafted up to his nose, he let out a low groan that could only be described as borderline erotic.
    If heaven existed, it wasn't some pearly gate nonsense¡ªit was right here, in this fucking glass.
    'Impossible!'
    Lui's mind did a double take so hard it nearly gave him whiplash.
    Three glasses of this liquid gold could buy him a small house. A fucking house! And now Artis was just handing it to him like it was tap water?
    But as the golden alcohol shimmered seductively in the light, the dark corners of Lui's brain whispered reminders of his last drunken escapade.
    A week ago, everything had gone to hell in a flaming, piss-soaked handbasket¡ªall because of booze.
    He remembered it vividly: desperate, broke, and horny enough to beg a knight for a drink. That single act of desperation had spiraled into a shitstorm of epic proportions.
    His daughter and wife had almost been molested, he'd nearly gotten himself skewered, and, oh yeah¡ªhe'd stabbed a dude and was now waiting for the knight's buddies to find the body, drag him out by his greasy hair, and turn him into minced meat.
    'No, no, no. Not like a street dog.'
    His paranoid mind corrected him.
    'They won't just kill me. They'll torture me. They'll hang me upside down and twist my nuts like doorknobs...'
    His breathing turned shallow, erratic, his chest heaving as though he'd run a marathon of terror.
    His gaze darted back to the golden liquid in the glass, which now looked less like divine nectar and more like the devil's piss, tempting him toward ruin.
    His body quivered, caught in the crossfire between desire and fear.
    And then, cutting through his spiraling thoughts, came a calm, familiar voice.
    "Who saved you from the knight, Lui? Who saved you?"
    Lui's eyes snapped upward, locking onto the handsome man, who lounged arrogantly on the other side of the table like some kind of smug god of chaos.
    There was a man here?
    Lui blinked, his frazzled brain struggling to comprehend the situation. Had Artis always been sitting there, or had the bastard just materialized out of thin air like some smug-ass demon?
    He was confused as the only thing he had seen was the alcohol. S§×arch* The nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'A-Artis¡­'
    His thoughts betrayed him, dredging up images of a scrawny seven-year-old boy he'd plucked off the streets 12 years ago. But no, that wasn't right. That wasn't the truth at all. The truth was¡ª
    "I asked you a question, Lui. Who saved you?"
    Artis's voice cut through Lui's internal chaos like a knife through cheap fabric.
    "...Y-you saved me¡­"
    Lui croaked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
    Artis nodded, slow and deliberate, like a king acknowledging a particularly groveling peasant.
    "Yes, I saved you. And who saved your wife? Who saved your daughter? Who was the man who risked everything to keep the people you love safe?"
    Lui's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. The words clung to his throat, but there was no escape.
    "...Y-you¡­ you saved them¡­"
    He mumbled, voice cracking.
    Artis leaned back, his devilish grin spreading wider. His muscular frame gleamed like he'd been personally oiled by the gods, his crimson eyes boring into Lui with playful dominance.
    "Who gave you the money when you had fuck-all? Who made sure no harm came to them, even when you were too piss-drunk to stand?"
    "¡­You¡­"
    Lui's voice grew stronger, more certain. The man's presence was like a tidal wave washing over him, dragging him under.
    "Yes, it was me. I did all that. Do you trust me, Lui?"
    Lui's gaze locked onto those haunting crimson eyes.
    They weren't just looking at him¡ªthey were fucking him over, undressing his soul, peeling back layers he didn't even know he had. Playful, yes, but dangerously commanding.
    And in that moment, surrounded by the man's suffocating aura, Lui didn't know whether to bow, cry, or kiss his feet.

 Chapter 93 A Simple Game!

    Another thought spiraled through Lui's booze-starved brain, one so horrifyingly vivid it made him shudder like a virgin on his wedding night.Just yesterday, during his latest hallucinatory bender, he'd witnessed something his sober self would never dare conjure.
    Images of this guy¡ªArtis, fucking goddamn step son Artis¡ªbending his wife over, her naked tits swaying like pendulums, filled his head.
    Her moans, her flushed face, the obscene bounce of her boobs¡ªit was all seared into his mind. And then the cherry on this grotesque cake: his wife gagging and choking on Artis's cock like she was auditioning for a job in hell's dirtiest cabaret.
    The sounds. Oh, fuck, the sounds! Wet, sloppy, gag-inducing noises that somehow vibrated right through his skull and down to his own cock.
    His pants twitched traitorously, reminding him of just how thoroughly his brain had betrayed him.
    "Lui, I asked you a question. Answer me now."
    Artis's commanding voice cut through the porno-reel from hell, snapping Lui back to reality.
    "I-I trust you¡­"
    Lui croaked, his face as red as a cheap brothel's curtains.
    Artis gave a slow, smug nod, like a cat toying with a mouse that had already given up.
    "Drink up, then. It'll be okay. No one will hurt you or your family."
    "T-thank you¡­ thank you¡­"
    Lui stammered, tears of gratitude and pure mental exhaustion spilling down his cheeks. He reached for the glass with trembling hands, lifting it like it was the Holy Grail.
    Without hesitation, he downed the golden liquid in one go, the burn in his throat a cruel reminder of the high he'd been denied for so long. But fuck, it was only a gulp.
    Barely a tease of alcohol, but it was enough to make his heart race like he'd just been handed the keys to heaven.
    The first drop hit Lui's throat, and holy fuck, it was like angels had decided to jizz liquid gold straight into his soul.
    That cool, sweet, fruity burn slid down so smoothly it was practically foreplay for his taste buds.
    He could feel it¡ªactually feel it¡ªrolling down his throat like a luxury car cruising on a freshly paved road, leaving a trail of pure, unadulterated bliss in its wake.
    It was like being reborn. No, scratch that¡ªit was like having the best orgasm of his life, but in his mouth. And just like that, Lui, pathetic sack of nerves that he was, transformed into a man possessed.
    "M-more. MORE!"
    He shouted, eyes wild and feverish, like an addict who'd just found a lifetime supply of his drug of choice.
    The fuzzy haze of euphoria took over, drowning out all rational thought. Fuck shame, fuck paranoia¡ªhe was alive again. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire
    He snatched up the second glass and downed it like a madman at a free booze buffet. One gulp. Gone. He didn't even stop to savor it this time.
    The third glass followed, vanishing just as quickly. When he slammed it down on the table, the sound echoed like a victory gong.
    He was panting, his chest heaving like he'd just fucked his way through an entire brothel. The color returned to his cheeks, and for the first time in a week, he didn't look like a ghost haunting his own shitty life.
    Confidence surging, Lui grabbed the edge of his grimy, sweat-stained blanket and flung it aside, standing up like a gladiator ready to claim his prize.
    Unfortunately, the sight beneath was less heroic¡ªa pair of pants that hadn't been washed since the last eclipse and a shirt clinging to him like a desperate ex.
    But to Lui? He was a goddamn king now, booze flowing through his veins and fear shoved firmly into the backseat.
    'Oh, his vitals are back in the positives, huh? Good for him. Too bad I'm about to fuck it all up.'
    Artis thought, cracking his neck like he was about to step into a wrestling ring.
    The timing couldn't have been better because Juliana walked in, holding an empty bottle like it was a peace offering¡ªor maybe a weapon, depending on how this little game played out.
    She locked the door behind her, her movements hesitant as she approached Artis, bottle clutched tightly.
    Artis smiled, that kind of shit-eating grin that screamed, Oh, you're about to regret this, and reached out to take the bottle.
    His fingers brushed against hers in a deliberate, teasing drag, like he was carving circles of chaos into her skin.
    Juliana pulled her hand back like she'd been zapped, her cheeks flushing pink, but she said nothing.
    "Sit."
    He said, pointing to the left side of the table like a lord addressing his new concubine.
    Without a word, Juliana flopped down into the seat, her gaze falling on her husband.
    At first, she didn't think much of it, but then... the weird look on his face hit her. His eyes¡ªthose wild, manic eyes¡ªwere still there, but now there was something else: shame?
    He wasn't looking at her; no, he was avoiding her like she was the plague.
    What, was he still embarrassed about the knight who tried to fuck her? That mess was definitely his fault. She mentally rolled her eyes, but then something caught her attention.
    A faint red flush on his face. The kind that you only get when you're caught doing something you know you shouldn't, but also kinda want to. Her brow furrowed.
    'What the hell was that all about?'
    "Anyway."
    Artis said, clapping his hands together with a grin that was equal parts charming and devilish.
    "Now that Lui's little hallucination is over and he's back to being semi-human, let's play a game. Like a family."
    Artis said with a smile as he began to rearranged the contents of the table. sea??h th§× ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The word "hallucination" hit Lui like a slap, and he stiffened in his chair, his mind immediately spiraling back to the previous day. His face turned a shade of red that could rival a tomato left out in the sun.
    Meanwhile, Juliana's cheeks lit up like twin fireworks as her thoughts wandered back to last day¡ªto the moment Artis had shoved his cock down her throat while her dear, clueless husband was sitting right fucking there, his glassy eyes darting to her face every so often like he was trying to figure out what the hell was happening.
    Juliana had been too consumed by the, uh, task at hand to notice, but Artis sure as hell hadn't missed it. Oh, no.
    He'd clocked the way Lui kept sneaking peeks at his wife, his face caught somewhere between confusion and arousal, like he was rewriting his mental porn catalog in real time.
    But now? Now it was game time. Artis casually wiped down the glasses in front of them, making a show of it. He wasn't about to drink from anything Lui had slobbered on.
    Who the fuck wanted sick-man spit ruining their booze? That was disgusting. Hell, it was borderline criminal. Then he placed each glass towards Lui and Juliana and one in front of him.
    Still, neither of them seemed to notice his little act of germaphobic defiance.
    They were both too busy drowning in their own spiraling thoughts. Juliana was likely replaying the sound of her own gagging, and Lui?
    Oh, Lui was probably having an internal meltdown over the things he thought he saw¡ªor maybe the things he wished he'd seen.
    Artis placed the empty bottle in the middle of the table with a dramatic flourish, letting it spin slightly before settling.
    Then, like a king preparing for war, he slid the alcohol bottle within arm's reach.
    "Wh-what is this game you're talking about, little Art?"
    Juliana finally broke the silence, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity¡ªand maybe a little apprehension. She knew this man too well. Nothing he suggested was ever innocent.
    Artis turned his gaze to her, his smile playful, almost predatory.
    "Just a simple game, Mommy. It's called Truth or Dare."
    Both Lui and Juliana blinked at him, their eyes fixed on his every move as if he were unveiling the meaning of life¡ªor, more likely, the gateway to their collective doom.
    "I'll spin this empty bottle...."
    Artis explained, giving it a lazy nudge with his fingers.
    "...and whoever the head of the bottle points to gets to choose: truth or dare. Meanwhile, the flat side points to the person who gets to fuck with them¡ªyou know, give them the question or dare. Easy, right?"
    Juliana and Lui nodded, their concentration so intense it was almost comical.
    "But wait..."
    Juliana interjected, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. She knew damn well that nothing about Artis was ever straightforward.
    "What are the rules for the dares and questions?"
    Artis chuckled, the sound low and mischievous.
    "Rules? No rules, Jul."
    He tilted his head, letting the weight of his words hang in the air.
    "Whatever you want to ask, whatever you want to dare. No limits."
    Juliana's lips parted slightly, her expression torn between intrigue and alarm.
    "What¡­ does that mean?" she murmured, her voice a little shaky.
    That's when Lui, who had been silent for most of the exchange, finally found his voice.
    "Yeah, what does that mean exactly?"
    He asked, his words coming out slower than usual, like his brain was still rebooting.

 Chapter 94 Truth or Dare!

    "What it means is, you'll have to do anything I or anyone dares you to do, Lui. No exceptions, no complaints, no excuses."Artis declared, his grin widening like a wolf eyeing a cornered rabbit.
    "Same goes for questions¡ªyou'll answer everything. No dodging, no half-truths. Full disclosure, no matter how fucked up or embarrassing."
    Lui's breathing turned erratic, like a deer caught in headlights. His brain screamed at him to run, but his feet stayed glued to the floor.
    "So..."
    Artis continued, leaning back casually like he wasn't holding the man's entire dignity hostage.
    "If I dared Mommy to dance, she'd have to dance. If I told her to strip, she'd strip. And if I told her to kiss me..."
    He let the words hang, his eyes flicking between Juliana and Lui, savoring the tension like a perfectly aged whiskey.
    "Well, then she'd have to fucking kiss me. No questions asked."
    Lui's eyes darted to Juliana, who looked far too calm for his liking.
    "And the same goes for you."
    Artis added, pointing a finger that felt more like a dagger.
    "If I ask about your past, you'll spill everything. Every sordid little detail. No skipping, no glossing over. Just straight-up verbal diarrhea."
    Lui's mouth opened to protest, but Artis cut him off with a wicked smirk.
    "And if I ask about how you two were in bed? Oh yeah, you'll tell me all of it. Positions, noises, how long you lasted¡ªyou'll paint me a fucking picture."
    Juliana's lips twitched into a sly grin, clearly enjoying the growing panic on Lui's face. He was mentally clutching at straws, searching for an escape route, when Artis dropped the kicker.
    "Of course, if you don't feel like answering or doing the dare, you can always just drink a nice, big glass of alcohol and keep the game going."
    Lui's eyes widened, and for a moment, it was as if the universe had handed him a golden ticket.
    Drink alcohol without answering dumb questions or doing dares? Hell yeah, he was in. This was the kind of game he could actually win. Or so he thought.
    "However..."
    Artis's voice sliced through his smug inner monologue like a butcher through cheap meat.
    "However, you can only choose to drink once before you're forced to either spill a truth or take a dare. After that, you can drink again. But the cycle repeats."
    "W-wait, isn't that unfair?" Lui sputtered, his voice breaking like a teenager caught watching porn at full volume.
    Artis cocked an eyebrow, his smirk curling into something downright devilish.
    "Unfair? Nah, Lui, it's perfectly fair. If you don't like the rules, you can always walk away."
    Artis paused, letting the tension hang like a stripper mid-pole spin, before his gaze drifted oh-so-obviously toward Juliana. He licked his lips, slow and deliberate, as if her curves were a buffet, and he'd been starving for days.
    "Of course," Artis added, "if you do walk away, me and Mommy might... well... let's just say we'll find other ways to pass the time."
    The suggestion hit Lui like a sucker punch, and his brain immediately started running laps trying to decipher the what ifs. His face flushed bright red, but it wasn't rage¡ªnope, not even close.
    'What the fuck does that mean? Other ways? What are they gonna do?'
    The questions swirled, turning his internal temperature up to a boil.
    Meanwhile, Juliana was blushing so hard she looked like she might combust on the spot. She stared down at her lap, fidgeting like she was about to confess to cheating on a test. Sear?h the ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Like... what?"
    Lui asked, his voice dripping with desperation.
    "Like, we might just forget about this game and do something more fun."
    Artis purred, leaning in closer to Juliana like a wolf eyeing a particularly juicy lamb. His fingers brushed her cheek with the kind of practiced ease that screamed I've done this before, and it worked.
    Juliana's face turned a shade of red usually reserved for warning signs and fire trucks, but she didn't pull away.
    If anything, she froze in place, the way a deer might when it knows it's about to become someone's dinner.
    Meanwhile, Lui's eyes practically popped out of his skull, cartoon-style. His heart was racing so fast it probably shaved a good five years off his life expectancy. But what the hell could he do?
    The poor bastard looked down at his twiggy arms, barely thicker than a broom handle, and felt a sinking realization:
    'I'm fucking useless.'
    Artis, on the other hand, was a walking muscle billboard.
    The guy could probably bench press Lui and the table they were sitting at without breaking a sweat. And to top it off, he had that cocky smirk¡ªthe kind that said, I know I'm hot, and your wife does too.
    Lui's fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms. He watched helplessly as Juliana giggled like a schoolgirl being teased by her crush, her eyes darting nervously but not rejecting Artis's advances.
    Inside, Lui was screaming:
    'Why the fuck is this happening to me? How did I lose control of this situation so fast?'
    "So, Lui, what's it gonna be? Leave or play?"
    Artis asked, leaning back like a smug bastard who already knew the answer.
    "Play¡­"
    Lui croaked, his voice barely audible over the pounding in his chest. His choice was made. He was going to play. Even if it killed him¡ªand honestly, with Artis's unsettling grin, that wasn't off the table.
    "Good choice, Lui. Excellent choice." Artis smirked, grabbing an empty bottle from the table. "Let's start the game."
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    The bottle hit the table with a clink, and Artis gave it a dramatic spin. Both Lui and Juliana locked their eyes on it like it held the meaning of life.
    The house was dead silent except for the soft, hypnotic sound of glass spinning against wood.
    It wasn't just three pairs of eyes glued to that bottle, though. Outside, a fourth pair of emerald eyes peeked through the window, watching the scene unfold with way too much interest.
    Finally, the bottle slowed, its spinning becoming lazy and sluggish until it came to an ominous halt¡ªits mouth pointed directly at Lui, and the flat end at Artis.
    Lui froze. His throat went dry. His balls practically retreated into his body as he slowly looked up to meet Artis's gaze.
    And there it was¡ªthat goddamn smile. A grin so menacing, so fucking predatory, it sent shivers down Lui's spine and made his asshole clench involuntarily.
    Artis looked like a cat who'd just cornered a mouse and was deciding whether to play nice or start ripping limbs off.
    "Ah, excellent! Right, Mommy?"
    He said, flashing that devil-may-care grin as Juliana clapped her hands like a kid hyped up on sugar. Her excitement was almost infectious¡ªalmost.
    "Yes, yes, indeed excellent! Come on, husband, is it dare or truth?"
    Juliana asked, her boobs bouncing slightly with every word as she practically glowed with enthusiasm.
    Lui, on the other hand, looked like a man who'd just been told his favorite bar was permanently closed. His eyes screamed betrayal as he stared at Juliana, a thousand "how could yous" hidden behind that tortured gulp of his.
    'Okay, okay, think, Lui. Truth is safer. I can survive truth. Dare? Hell no. Artis will have me barking like a dog naked in the yard or some shit.'
    He thought, already sweating like a sinner in church.
    "T-truth¡­ I pick truth¡­"
    He stammered, his voice wobbling worse than his knees. He braced himself for the inevitable humiliation. Knowing Artis, this question was going to be as fucked-up as his grin.
    Artis leaned back, rubbing his chin like a villain monologuing in a bad porno. Then he asked it¡ªthe question that shattered whatever dignity Lui had left.
    "What's your penis size?"
    "?!"
    Lui froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
    "¡­Oh?"
    Juliana gasped, her face suddenly turning fifty shades of red as she glanced anywhere but at her husband's crotch.
    Artis just sat there, smirking like a cat who'd found the cream.
    "Hehehe¡­"
    His mocking laughter filled the room like the cherry on top of this chaotic sundae.
    Lui, utterly mortified, stared at the floor, his soul visibly leaving his body.
    'I fucking knew it¡­'
    He thought bitterly, grabbing the bottle of alcohol like it was his only lifeline. Without hesitation, he poured a full glass, tipped it back, and slammed it down like a man trying to drink away his regrets.
    "Ah, smart move, Lui. Gotta numb the pain, huh? Not everyone's been blessed by the gods below the belt."
    Artis quipped, his smug tone sharp enough to cut steel.
    The comment hit Lui right in his manhood, his eye twitching in annoyance.
    "It's more than you can comprehend, Artis."
    But just as he started feeling good about his comeback, Juliana's soft, suppressed chuckle shattered his fragile pride.
    "Right..."
    She said, failing to stifle her laugh, and Lui's ego crumbled like a house of cards.
    Artis smirked wider, clearly enjoying himself way too much. Picking up the empty bottle again, he spun it dramatically.
    This time, the nose pointed at Juliana, while the flat end aimed squarely at himself.
    Juliana smiled sweetly, seemingly unfazed.
    "Oh, truth for me."
    She said innocently, as if this wasn't a den of degeneracy.
    Lui tensed, his mind racing with dread.
    He just knew Artis was going to ask something wild, probably involving her boobs, her ass, or some insane dare that would leave him questioning every life choice he'd ever made.
    But then Artis turned to him with a look so sinister it made Lui choke on his own damn spit.
    "Tell me, Mommy¡­" Artis said, dragging out the moment with a wicked grin. "What's Lui's penis size?"

 Chapter 95 Dangerous Game!

    "J-just drink the... alcohol..."Lui's voice dwindled into a pathetic whisper by the end, like a deflated balloon. Deep down, he was certain his wife was about to spill some ugly fucking truth he wasn't ready to hear.
    Something gnawed at his insides¡ªa sinking feeling that made his gut churn like he'd swallowed a blender set to "puree."
    He didn't know when this suspicion had started, but he damn well knew something was off. These two were too close, like a pair of horny teenagers hiding in the back of a movie theater.
    This wasn't how it used to be. Sure, he was always drunk and barely aware of what day it was, but he knew the general vibe of his own damn house. And this? This wasn't the vibe.
    'What the fuck is going on here? Are they...'
    His brain took a sharp left turn into Nightmare Boulevard, replaying scenes from yesterday.
    Even though he'd hallucinated it¡ªvivid, boozy daydreams of Juliana and Artis fighting like animals¡ªLui just couldn't picture it happening in real life. Could he?
    'No, fuck no.'
    But then again... Juliana wasn't some delicate flower. She was a full-blown MILF, a mature goddess in every sense of the word. And as much as Lui hated to admit it, he hadn't touched her in decades. Hell, his hand probably got more action than she did.
    'Wouldn't she have needs? Wouldn't she want to feel wanted? Desired? Fucked senseless? Shit... why the hell am I thinking about this now? Am I... am I too fucking late?'
    Lui's brain spiraled into chaos, a carousel of wild, booze-fueled thoughts spinning faster than his liver could detox.
    'Artis isn't related to her.'
    He reminded himself, though that fact wasn't exactly comforting. S§×arch* The n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'And they've never had a positive relationship, right?'
    But his gaze wandered to Artis, all muscles and smug confidence, and the cruel truth hit like a kick to the nuts.
    'Damn... the guy looks like a fucking Greek god, and me?'
    He glanced down at his own skeletal frame with a balloon stomach, the tragic remains of too many nights spent drowning in cheap liquor.
    His ribs poked out like they were trying to escape, and his stomach was inflated like he was pregnant with triplets, leaving nothing but skin and regret.
    'Fuck, she'd probably scream and run for the hills if she saw me naked again.'
    His mind took a nosedive straight into paranoia.
    'It's too late. All my chances are gone. She's gonna spill my secrets¡ª the size of my cock, my lack of stamina, maybe even the fact I cried during sex that one time.'
    He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white.
    'And Artis? That smug bastard is gonna laugh his ass off. He'll tease me about it until I die. Hell, even in my afterlife, this prick's ghost will be hovering around, reminding me I was hung like a hamster.'
    Lui swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his brow.
    'Fuck my life. This is how it ends.'
    It wasn't just Lui sitting there in his pitiful stew of insecurities¡ªArtis was practically vibrating with smug anticipation, ready to pounce the moment Juliana answered.
    He was living for this shit. The idea of mocking Lui for chickening out, wasting a drink just to dodge a truth or dare? Oh, Artis was going to milk that for years.
    His grin was so wide it could cut glass, and he kept throwing side-eye glances at Lui like, Yeah, you're about to get fucked, old man.
    Juliana, meanwhile, was clearly enjoying the show. She giggled softly, her eyes darting between the two.
    One was all confidence, youth, and abs for days; the other was... well, Lui¡ªsaggy, skeletal, and looking like he'd die if someone sneezed on him too hard.
    With a wicked smirk that could melt hearts, Juliana opened her mouth, making both men lean in like idiots desperate for scraps.
    "I¡­ am going to take the drink."
    She purred, grabbing the bottle with a flourish like she'd just declared victory in a courtroom drama.
    Artis's face froze mid-smug. For a split second, he looked like someone had slapped the taste out of his mouth.
    But then he recovered, plastering on an even crueler smile, one that screamed, Oh, this game just got interesting, bitch.
    Lui, on the other hand, let out a visible sigh of relief, slumping back in the table, as if he'd just avoided execution. For now.
    Juliana wasted no time pouring herself a shot, lifting the glass to her lips while maintaining unbroken eye contact with Artis. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
    Her smirk never wavered, even as her entire body jerked from the liquid fire invading her mouth.
    She slammed the glass back down on the table, blinking rapidly as the alcohol worked its way through her system like a punch to the gut.
    Artis leaned back, crossing his arms with a predatory grin.
    "Strong, huh?"
    Juliana wiped her lips and shot him a look.
    "Strong enough to remind me why I don't play bullshit games with boys who think they're men."
    Lui snorted so hard he nearly choked. Artis raised a brow, the challenge in Juliana's words lighting up his competitive streak like gasoline on a bonfire.
    Artis was pissed, but not the kind of pissed that led to storming off¡ªoh no, this was the fun kind of pissed.
    The kind where his brain was already planning ten different ways to turn the tables and make Juliana squirm, in more ways than one.
    If she wanted to play with fire, he was about to bring a fucking flamethrower.
    'Alright, Mommy, if you're gonna be a tease, don't blame me when shit gets real.'
    Lui's clapping snapped him out of his plotting. The skeleton-man was grinning like he'd just won a prize at the carnival.
    "Thank you, Juliana!"
    Lui's voice was practically trembling with gratitude.
    "You've made the right choice! A-and, uh, for the record, I was never worried."
    Inside, though, Lui was on cloud nine.
    'Yes! She chose my dignity over this meathead's games! There's still hope for me. She doesn't need abs and muscles and a big... wait, why the fuck am I thinking about his dick again?!'
    But no matter how hard he tried to banish the thought, it crept back in, along with the memory of that ridiculous scene he'd stumbled upon¡ª
    Artis's colossal, throbbing cock¡ªlonger than Juliana's entire face, veins bulging like a roadmap to humiliation, the head just barely brushing against her lips.
    "Fuck!"
    Lui whispered to himself, violently shaking his head like he could physically slap the mental image out of existence.
    He forced his gaze back to reality just in time to see Artis spin the bottle, the glass neck gleaming like it was about to deliver some karmic justice. And oh, it did.
    The nose of the bottle pointed straight at Lui.
    The flat end? Right at Artis.
    Artis's grin widened, sharp and dangerous, like a predator who'd just cornered its prey. His eyes met Lui's, and it was clear as day what he was thinking:
    'You were laughing just a second ago, weren't you? Feeling all high and mighty 'cause your wife didn't sell your pathetic ass out? Well, guess what, twig boy? It's my turn.'
    The man had been riding the smallest fucking victory imaginable¡ªJuliana choosing booze over ratting him out¡ªbut for him, it was like winning a goddamn Olympic gold medal.
    And it all came crashing down just as quickly as it came.
    'She still feels something for me. I'm sure of it!'
    He thought, chest puffing out like a rooster in a henhouse. He took a deep breath.
    'So what if Artis is younger, built like a fucking marble statue, and probably hung like a horse? I've got history! I've got charm! I've got... oh, fuck it, I've got a shot!'
    He took a deep breath, fully convinced he was untouchable now.
    'What's he gonna do? Damage my ego? Ha! Juliana already knows every inch of me. Every. Sad. Inch. And she still chose me over that smug bastard.'
    He shot Juliana a confident smile, the kind that screamed, I'm a man reborn, baby. She smiled back, though her gaze quickly returned to Artis, lingering on him like a cat watching a canary.
    Artis, catching that look, raised a brow. The corner of his mouth curled up in a slow, deliberate smirk that practically said, Oh, you think this is over? Sweet summer child...
    "What wou¡ª"
    "DARE!"
    Lui bellowed, cutting Artis off mid-sentence like he'd just declared war.
    Artis blinked. Then he chuckled, low and dangerous.
    "Very well."
    He said, nodding his head like a man about to unleash hell.
    Juliana's eyes flicked between the two men, clearly torn between amusement and secondhand embarrassment for her husband.
    "Since you two lovebirds are so madly in love¡­"
    He let his gaze linger on Juliana, who returned it with a smug smile that practically screamed, I've got you wrapped around my finger, you cocky brat.
    "¡­why don't you prove it, Lui? Lift her up in your arms. Show us all what a real man you are!"

 Chapter 96 Stupid Dare!

    "¡­why don't you prove it, Lui? Lift her up in your arms. Show us all what a real man you are!"Lui's jaw tightened, but before he could fire back, Artis raised a hand, cutting him off like a king silencing a jester.
    "Come on, Lui, it's basic physics. If you can't lift your loving wife¡ªthe very woman who chose you¡ªthen what are you even doing with that dick of yours? Hell, if it's less than two inches and you can't even hoist a feather, maybe just snip it off and call it quits!
    "At least as a woman, you wouldn't have this whole 'manly failure' thing hanging over your head. But no, no¡ªyou're Lui the Legend, aren't you?"
    Artis leaned forward, his grin turning wicked.
    "The man among men. You've got this, right? Right?!"
    The words hit like a hammer to Lui's pride, each syllable ringing in his ears like a death knell. His face turned a shade of pale usually reserved for ghosts, and his fists clenched so tight it looked like he might implode.
    Juliana raised an eyebrow, her surprise quickly melting into a soft laugh.
    She was enjoying this way too much, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Artis's mockery hit its mark.
    Lui's mind raced.
    'This fucking kid! Mocking me? In my own house?'
    His ego screamed louder than the logical voice in his head reminding him that lifting Juliana might actually break him in half.
    Then he caught Juliana's gaze. She was smiling at him.
    Smiling.
    And somehow, in that moment, it felt less like a smile of encouragement and more like she was thinking, Are you really going to let this cocky little shit win?
    Fueled by equal parts rage and desperation, Lui straightened his spine and puffed out his chest.
    "Fine! I'll show you what a real fucking man looks like!"
    Lui pushed himself up from his seat with all the determination of a geriatric gladiator entering the arena.
    His body creaked in protest, his knees sounded like someone cracking walnuts, and his spine chimed in with a symphony of groans. But adrenaline¡ªor maybe sheer spite¡ªwas doing its job, numbing the pain and fueling his resolve.
    Juliana raised an eyebrow, then stood as well, looking amused but mildly skeptical. Artis leaned in closer, grinning like the smug little bastard he was, ready to savor whatever disaster was about to unfold.
    "I-I¡­ uh¡­ I'm going to lift you now, okay?"
    Lui stammered, the confidence from earlier taking a nosedive.
    "Okay."
    Juliana replied, completely unfazed, as if he'd just announced he was going to the fridge for a snack.
    She casually extended her arms outward, like some goddess granting permission for mere mortals to worship her.
    Lui crouched down, his skeletal frame trembling slightly as he wrapped his arms around her legs just above the knees.
    Any other part of her was too much for poor old Lui to handle¡ªmentally or physically.
    The guy had done enough damage over the decades, and now he was trying to play the role of Mr. Redemption. Problem was, his body wasn't exactly on the same page as his good intentions.
    Artis glanced over and saw Juliana smirking at him. That woman had mastered the art of the smug smirk like it was her life's purpose. Her face practically screamed, "Go ahead, make a move. Oh wait, you can't because hubby's right there. Pathetic."
    And for a split second, Artis wanted to. Not out of pride, but because her confidence was the kind that made you want to prove her wrong just to see her face crack.
    Meanwhile, Lui decided to take the stage with a bold attempt at heroism¡ªor whatever you call a man trying to lift someone twice his size with knees that sounded like bubble wrap being popped.
    With a dramatic heave that could've been straight out of a soap opera, he started lifting her. Well¡­ "lifting" was a generous word for what was actually happening.
    The reality? Lui was quivering like a chihuahua in a snowstorm. His old joints screamed louder than a bad karaoke singer, and his muscles? They weren't straining¡ªthey were filing for early retirement.
    Juliana gave him a little boost with her feet, probably thinking she was doing him a favor. But nope. Lui stayed glued to the ground, doing his best impersonation of a wind-up toy stuck in place.
    Honestly, the only thing being lifted in that moment was everyone else's secondhand embarrassment.
    "Uh, can you... give me a moment? My legs aren't... uh... strong enough."
    Lui stammered, his face a deep shade of beet red. He looked like a man trying to hold it together in the middle of the world's most humiliating circus act.
    Sweat poured off him¡ªnot the kind you get from lifting something heavy, but the oh-god-why-did-I-sign-up-for-this type of sweat.
    And sure, Juliana wasn't exactly light as a feather, but the poor guy looked like he was trying to bench-press a planet.
    Artis chimed in from the sidelines, his grin wide enough to swallow the sun.
    "What's the matter, Lui? Should I grab some scissors for you know? Ha-ha-ha!"
    If looks could kill, Lui's glare would've incinerated Artis on the spot. Instead, all it did was fuel Artis's obnoxious cackle, and Lui's anger and embarrassment doubled.
    With a deep, wheezing breath, Lui dug deep into whatever reserves of strength¡ªor pride¡ªhe had left.
    "I'll show you scissors, you smug little shit."
    He muttered under his breath, gripping Juliana like she was a sack of potatoes that needed moving right now.
    "Uh¡­ my husband, are you sure you're alright?"
    Juliana asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern. And that? That was the final nail in the coffin. Hearing her call him "husband" again¡ªit wasn't just a word. It was the word. It lit a fire under Lui's aching old ass.
    Fueled by sheer determination¡ªand maybe the memory of younger days when he didn't sound like a dying accordion¡ªLui gave one final heave. And then it happened.
    CRACK.
    "AHHH!"
    Lui's scream was less a cry of triumph and more of a holy-fuck-I'm-dying-right-now yell. It echoed through the house, rattling the windows and probably scaring the neighbor's dog.
    He hit the ground like a sack of bricks, landing hard on his knees. His hands shot to his lower back, his eyes wide, his expression pure, unfiltered oh-shit-I-broke-something-important.
    Juliana managed to keep her balance, landing gracefully on her feet like a ballerina who accidentally wandered into a slapstick comedy.
    Lui, on the other hand, collapsed like a deflated air mattress, groaning as he dragged himself toward his seat.
    "Fuck! I can't do it."
    He wheezed, crawling like a man whose soul had left his body halfway through the attempt. Once at the table, he flopped his sweaty face onto it, arms spread out like he was surrendering to life itself.
    "Is your bone broke?"
    Juliana asked, her face a mix of concern and awkward amusement as she sat down beside him.
    "No. Just¡­ a minor injury," Lui grumbled, his voice muffled against the table. "Let me rest¡­ for a moment."
    He sounded like a man who had just fought a bear and lost¡ªnot in combat, but in dignity.
    That's when it started: the low, sinister chuckle from across the table. It grew louder, deeper, until it erupted into a full-blown cackle.
    Artis was laughing so hard he nearly knocked out the liquid gold from the table, tears streaming down his face.
    "Hahahaha! Man among men, my ass! Looks like you don't love your wife, huh? What a hero. Tsk, tsk¡ªwhat a colossal waste."
    Artis sneered, shaking his head like a disappointed dad at a little league game.
    A vein visibly throbbed on Lui's forehead. His fingers twitched like he was moments away from launching the table at Artis's smug face. But no. Not yet. He would bide his time.
    The bottle wasn't going to keep pointing at him and Juliana forever, right? His time for sweet revenge was coming. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire
    Lui tilted his head up slightly, watching Artis with a glint of determination as the smug bastard spun the bottle again.
    This time, the odds were finally in his favor. After what seemed like an eternity of watching that stupid bottle twirl, it came to a dramatic stop¡ªright on Artis.
    The flat end of the bottle? Perfectly aimed. Lui couldn't help but let out a victorious, maniacal laugh that would've made villains in B-movies jealous.
    "Yes! Finally!"
    He shouted, sitting up straight as if he had just won the Olympics. But then his back immediately reminded him he was no spring chicken.
    He winced, clutching his aching spine like an old man who'd tried to do yoga for the first time.
    But that didn't stop the smile from plastering across his face. Oh, sweet, sweet revenge was a dish best served with a side of back pain.
    Juliana, like a goddamn cheerleader at a high school game, clapped her hands, her eyes twinkling with delight.
    "Finally! Go husband!" Sear?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    She cheered, probably a little too excited to see Artis take a hit for once.
    Artis, ever the cocky asshole, shrugged, crossing his arms like he was the picture of indifference.
    "Fine, bring it on. I chose dare."
    He said, as if he was ready to walk through fire and not get burned.
    But Lui? Lui wasn't thinking straight. Was it the alcohol? His sheer stupidity? Or maybe a deadly combo of both? Whatever it was, what came out of his mouth next could've been a scene from a badly written comedy.
    "You've been mocking me all night because I couldn't lift my wife."
    Lui barked, the words slurring just slightly.
    "Well, let's see you try, big man! You think you're strong enough, huh? You think you're so fucking muscular and manly? Go ahead¡ªlift her up!"

 Chapter 97 Making of a Cuck!

    Lui laughed so hard he had to clutch his stomach, triumph painted all over his face."Done."
    Artis said, his voice cool and steady as he stood, making Lui's laughter falter for just a second.
    Juliana gave Artis a slow, sultry smile before rising from her seat with an almost exaggerated grace.
    She stretched her arms out, the satin of her robe clinging to her every curve like it was sewn onto her body. Her back was to Lui, which only made the suspense worse for him.
    Artis stepped to the side, his movements deliberate, his smirk widening. Lui's confidence remained intact, though, because surely this wouldn't go well. But then...
    Artis leaned down, his hands starting at Juliana's shins. The motion was slow, deliberate, and undeniably erotic.
    His fingers slithered upward, the satin robe whispering against her skin, and that's when Lui noticed something that made his triumphant grin freeze.
    No panties. No bra. Just pure, sinful temptation beneath that robe.
    Artis's veiny hands kept climbing, and Lui's smile began to crack like cheap glass.
    Those hands slid higher, gripping her thighs with a confidence that screamed I've done this before, and I'm damn good at it.
    Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Artis's hands found their way under the curve of her plush, impossibly round ass cheeks.
    And that's when it happened¡ªArtis hooked his fingers, grabbed her firmly, and pulled her body slightly closer to his.
    A soft, breathy moan escaped Juliana's lips, her head tilting back as if she were savoring the moment.
    "N-n-n-not there!!! H-h-her legs! Grab her legs, dammit!"
    Lui stammered, his voice cracking like a rusty hinge, but it was already too late. Artis's hands were right where he wanted them¡ªsinking into Juliana's plush, bountiful ass like it was made of clouds.
    Artis turned his smirk on Lui.
    "The dare was to lift her, right? Not how to lift her. I'm just getting... comfortable."
    He said, his tone dripping with mock innocence. His fingers flexed for good measure, making Juliana gasp softly.
    "And, well, your wife doesn't seem to have any objections, does she?"
    Lui's eyes darted to Juliana, hoping¡ªpraying¡ªfor some kind of ally in this madness. But no. Her face was beet red, her lips parted, and her eyes locked onto Artis's like she'd just found religion.
    She was smiling, too¡ªa small, genuine, dangerous smile that made Lui want to crawl into a hole and die. Their faces were inches apart, and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
    "H-h-he's right, husband," Juliana managed, her voice breathy, almost dreamy. "The dare was just to lift me up."
    "S-s-still! Grab her legs! Her¡ªOH, FUCK!"
    Lui's protests turned into a yelp as Artis, with the casual strength of a man who probably did this kind of thing for sport, hoisted Juliana off the ground like she weighed less than a feather.
    Juliana gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around Artis's shoulders as his hands¡ªstill firmly gripping her ass¡ªdug deeper into her flesh.
    The robe shifted slightly, giving Lui an unwanted glimpse of her bare thighs. Artis wasn't even breaking a sweat, his cocky grin still plastered across his face as he adjusted her in his grip.
    "She's lighter than I thought, honestly."
    Artis said, his tone almost dismissive, like he wasn't cradling a grown-ass woman by her ass in front of her flustered husband.
    He tilted his head just enough to lock eyes with Lui, his grin dripping with smugness. It wasn't just a smirk¡ªit was the fuck-you smirk of the century, and Lui hated it with every fiber of his being.
    But then Artis upped the ante. As he hoisted Juliana higher, her soft, bountiful MILF boobs grazed against his face.
    Not a brush, not a casual pass¡ªoh no. Full-on boob contact. And Lui, sitting on the sidelines like a goddamn cuckold, could see every infuriating detail.
    The curve of her breast pressed into Artis's cheek, the way her robe shifted just enough to tease the hardened outline of her nipples. And that smile. That goddamn cocky smile.
    "So fluffy..."
    Artis murmured, his voice like a purr as his lips practically skimmed her skin. Then, with a deliberate pause, he added,
    "Her weight, of course. Nothing else."
    Lui's face turned the color of a tomato¡ªhalf from rage, half from the very noticeable bulge forming in his pants.
    He clenched his fists so tight it felt like his knuckles might pop.
    "Watch closely, Lui," Artis said, his tone oozing with condescension. "I'm gonna teach you again. Nice and slow, okay? Pay attention, buddy."
    Then, with infuriating precision, Artis started to slide Juliana down. Her breasts dragged agonizingly slowly across his face, her nipples now stiff and poking visibly through the satin fabric.
    Juliana let out a soft gasp, her cheeks flushed, and Lui swore he saw her bite her lip.
    "And then," Artis continued, his grin widening as he looked directly at Lui, "you bring her back up. Like this. You see? That's how a real man does it."
    With a smooth motion, Artis lifted Juliana again, this time burying his entire face into her cleavage like he was diving into a fucking cloud of heaven-scented marshmallows.
    He took an audible inhale¡ªyes, the bastard sniffed her¡ªand let out a satisfied hum, like he'd just tasted the finest wine.
    "You got that, Lui? Got the fucking idea yet?"
    Artis grinned, sliding Juliana down agonizingly slow, like he was unwrapping the most sinful present ever.
    "Ahhh..."
    Juliana moaned, her voice betraying her as she tried¡ªand failed¡ªto suppress it. Her body wasn't just responding; it was throwing her under the bus, hard.
    "Seems like you're enjoying this, huh, dear Mommy?"
    Artis teasedas his hand remained very much in the danger zone. S~ea??h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "It's not every day someone lifts me like I'm a spry twenty again, baby."
    Juliana cooed, flashing a cheeky smile.
    Lui's jaw tightened as he watched the spectacle unfold.
    Every instinct screamed to smack Artis upside the head, but he was frozen, caught between rage and some other unwelcome feelings bubbling below his belt.
    'He's not lifting you, wife.'
    Lui thought bitterly.
    'He's groping you like a fucking pervert and rubbing his face all over your tits. You can't possibly think this is normal!'
    Artis, clearly sensing the tension, smirked wider.
    "Since you're loving it so much, Jul, how about one more lift? But this time¡­ at a different angle."
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    He punctuated the suggestion with a light, patronizing tap on her flushed cheek, like she was some lovesick teenager swooning at his charm.
    Meanwhile, his other hand remained firmly planted on her ass, his middle finger sinking into the abyss between her cheeks like he was mining for treasure.
    From where Lui sat, the full glory of Juliana's plush, round ass was on display, the curve of her crack perfectly framed by her robe.
    Artis's hand looked like it was one good squeeze away from disappearing entirely, and Juliana? She didn't seem to mind one fucking bit.
    Lui's fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white, but his eyes stayed glued to the scene¡ªmore specifically, to her ass and that goddamn hand.
    His brain screamed, 'Look away! This is your wife!' But his dick had other ideas, pitching a tent in his pants like it was camping season.
    Artis caught his gaze and chuckled, giving Juliana's ass a deliberate squeeze that made her gasp and arch into him.
    "You watching closely, Lui? Taking notes? This is what happens when you know how to handle a real woman. Maybe someday you'll learn."
    Lui's face burned, half with rage and half with shameful arousal. He tried to summon a retort, but all that came out was a strangled growl.
    "A-another angle?"
    Juliana asked.
    "Yep, you will like it. Trust me."
    With a sly grin, Artis heaved Juliana's body like she weighed nothing, flipping her around until her back was flush against his chest.
    Her ass, round and inviting, pressed snugly against his rock-hard bulge, which was straining against his pants like it was begging for parole.
    "What... what are you doing now?"
    Juliana stammered, her voice breathy and confused but dripping with something she wasn't ready to admit.
    "This, my dear, is the advanced lifting technique¡ªreserved for real men."
    Artis declared with a cocky smirk, throwing a pointed glance at Lui, who was turning fifty shades of pissed and flustered.
    Before she could question further, Artis leaned down, his hands gliding possessively over her thighs until they gripped firmly just above her knees.
    With a practiced heave, he lifted her into a full fucking Nelson position, her legs spread wide like she was auditioning for an eagle mascot.
    Juliana's robe, betraying all sense of modesty, parted just enough to expose a tantalizing glimpse of her most private treasures, though the very edge of the fabric teased at covering her completely.
    From Lui's seat, the sight was both mortifying and mesmerizing, his jaw hanging open like a broken hinge.
    "This... this is..."
    Juliana bit her lip, her face flushed with both embarrassment and undeniable arousal. Her gaze flicked to Lui, who was glued to the scene, his cheeks as red as a virgin at his first strip club.

 Chapter 98 Kiss Me?!

    "Effortless, isn't it?"Artis quipped, his grin widening as he locked eyes with Lui, the smirk of a man who knew he was winning.
    "Look how easy this is. I could bounce her up and down all day like this, and she'd never have to worry about me dropping her."
    And with that, he began to demonstrate. Slowly, deliberately, he moved her body up and down, her ass grinding against his throbbing bulge with every lift.
    The friction had Juliana gasping, her lips trembling as she tried to stifle the sounds spilling out.
    Her boobs¡ªthose glorious, bouncy tits¡ªjiggled with every motion, the hardened tips of her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her robe, brushing against it like they had a vendetta.
    Lui was frozen, his fists clenched, but his eyes betrayed him, locked onto the bouncing spectacle like a moth to a flame.
    Artis caught the look and laughed low in his throat, leaning in closer to Juliana's ear as his hands adjusted her position slightly, his fingers brushing dangerously high.
    "See, Lui..."
    Artis murmured, loud enough for Lui to hear.
    "This is how you really handle a woman. No half-assed attempts, no dropping the ball. Just smooth, controlled, and¡­ deeply satisfying."
    Juliana's head lolled back against his shoulder, her breath hitching as her robe shifted just a bit more, making Lui nearly choke on air.
    The poor bastard looked ready to combust, whether from rage, jealousy, or the tent pitching in his pants was anyone's guess.
    After a while of up-and-down action that could've doubled as a workout routine, Artis finally slid Juliana down.
    Of course, his hands weren't just helping her balance; they were roaming her body like they had a map and a mission.
    By the time her feet hit the ground, his hands were comfortably cupping her boobs like they were a pair of stress balls he couldn't resist squeezing.
    "There you go. All done. If you need someone to give you a lift¡ªto the counter or anywhere else¡ªyou know who to call, right?" sea??h th§× ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    He leaned in close, his voice dripping into her ear like honey spiked with mischief. She giggled, the kind of laugh that could probably make flowers bloom, if flowers were into dirty jokes.
    "Obviously¡­ my husband, right?"
    She quipped, throwing him a cheeky side-eye and a smirk that could've melted steel.
    Before he could answer, she grabbed his hands and pried them off her chest like she was reclaiming stolen property. Artis laughed, the deep, sexy kind of chuckle that suggested he'd happily do it all over again.
    Juliana took a step away, her hips swaying like she was issuing a silent dare, and flopped onto the cushion with all the grace of a queen who knew her throne was comfortable as hell. Artis, too, sat on his place.
    Lui, poor guy, didn't say a damn word. He just sat there, staring at the table like it owed him answers, his face redder than a tomato in a sauna.
    The blatant flirting between those two¡ªlike he wasn't even there¡ªwas doing things to him. Bad things. Or maybe good things.
    His pants were definitely tighter, and not because they'd shrunk in the wash.
    'Why? Why the fuck am I turned on right now? I should be pissed off, not rock-hard and fantasizing about¡­ shit¡­'
    Lui's brain was trying to throw a tantrum, but his cock had already decided it was the boss. Every passing second made it worse¡ªhis arousal climbing like it was late to a meeting.
    'What if I just¡­ tested this theory?'
    He thought, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.
    'What if I let this play out and see if I like it?'
    He took a deep breath, nodded like he was psyching himself up for an Olympic event, and steeled his nerves.
    "Phew¡­ let's continue, shall we?"
    Artis's smooth-as-silk voice cut through the haze in Lui's mind like a knife dipped in butter.
    Lui blinked back to reality. His mouth moved before his brain could catch up.
    "Let me try it."
    Artis froze mid-reach, raising his hands like he'd been caught trying to steal cookies out of the jar. With a sly grin, he leaned back, clearly amused.
    "All yours, Lui. Show me what you've got."
    Lui grabbed the bottle like it was a lifeline, his hands just slightly shaky. He spun it with all the determination of a man trying to impress a jury.
    It wasn't nearly as smooth or fast as when Artis did it¡ªprobably because Artis spun it like he had decades of experience making panties drop with a flick of his wrist.
    Still, the bottle spun, wobbled a bit, and then came to a decisive stop. The neck pointed squarely at Juliana, while the flat end aimed directly at Lui himself.
    His heart skipped a beat.
    'Oh, fuck.'
    Juliana clapped her hands like a kid who'd just spotted candy, while Artis just raised an eyebrow and shrugged, already bracing himself for some boring-as-hell question about their marriage.
    "Truth. I choose truth."
    Juliana chirped, her voice sugary sweet.
    But the moment the words left her mouth, Lui fired off his question like a bullet from a loaded gun:
    "Young and muscular, or old and weak¡ªwho would you choose to satisfy all your needs? And I mean every single one."
    The air in the room went dead silent. Artis blinked, his jaw slightly slack. For the first time in his smug, smooth-talking life, he was genuinely caught off guard.
    'What the fuck? Did this dude seriously just go there?'
    Artis thought, his brain scrambling to process Lui's sudden transformation from awkward sidekick to shit-stirring chaos gremlin.
    Juliana, on the other hand, looked like she'd been slapped with a fish. Her delighted smile vanished, replaced by a mix of concern and "oh, hell no."
    "H-Husband¡­ are you oka¡ª"
    "Just answer the fucking question, wife. It's simple, right?"
    Lui cut her off, his voice steady but his eyes gleaming with unhinged determination.
    Juliana froze, blinking at him like he'd just suggested she try skydiving without a parachute.
    Slowly, she leaned forward, reaching for the alcohol bottle like it was the only thing that could save her sanity.
    But before she could grab it, Artis's hand shot out, catching her wrist mid-air. His grip was firm, his smirk returning as he leaned in close enough for her to feel his breath.
    "Nah, nah..."
    Artis interrupted, wagging his finger like a disappointed dad catching a kid sneaking cookies.
    "You already had a glass last time. No more booze for you unless you answer this question from¡­"
    He paused dramatically, pointing at Lui.
    "¡­Father."
    Lui nodded solemnly, the two of them suddenly united like they were co-presidents of the "Keep Juliana Honest" club.
    Artis was absolutely sure now: young and muscular was obviously him, while old and weak had to be Lui.
    'He's testing the fucking waters.'
    Artis thought, barely holding back a grin.
    "I¡­"
    Juliana stammered, her eyes darting between the two of them like she was trapped between a rock and two horny idiots who'd just discovered teamwork.
    Seeing no way out, she retracted her hand from the bottle, her face turning a delightful shade of shit, shit, shit. She took a deep breath, visibly steeling herself.
    "I¡­ uh¡­"
    "Just tell the truth, wife."
    Lui said with the calm confidence of a man about to cause chaos. His hand casually slid onto her thigh, tapping it like he was coaching her through a quiz show.
    "No need to overthink it. Just speak your mind."
    Juliana gulped, her face a mix of embarrassment and defiance.
    "I would choose¡­"
    Artis leaned in, raising an eyebrow, not expecting anything useful but enjoying the drama nonetheless.
    "¡­ the young and muscular."
    Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it landed like a bomb in the room.
    A sly grin spread across Artis's face, but before he could bask in his imagined glory, Juliana fumbled to add.
    "I mean¡­ a young man can¡­ uh, help me with all my needs. You know, like¡­ full of energy and, uh¡­ useful for things like¡­ helping me around the house."
    Her words tumbled out in a desperate attempt to sound innocent, but her gaze flicked to Artis for a split second, betraying her thoughts.
    Then, as if realizing she'd said too much, she quickly turned her head to the side, pretending the wall was suddenly very interesting.
    "See? That wasn't so hard."
    Lui said with a smug grin, spinning the bottle again like he was auditioning for Master of Ceremonies at the Awkward Marriage Olympics.
    This time, the bottle landed on Juliana again, with the flat end aimed squarely at Artis, who immediately flashed her a grin so devilish it could've signed a deal with Satan.
    "Well, well¡­ what's it gonna be?"
    Artis asked, his tone smooth enough to melt butter.
    Juliana hesitated, her gaze darting between Artis and Lui like she was stuck in a game of Who's the Bigger Asshole.
    Meanwhile, Lui was feeling something stir below the belt¡ªan unmistakable tingle that made him sit up straighter. He knew Artis was about to drop something filthy, something guaranteed to push boundaries.
    And fuck, he wanted to see it.
    "D-Dare¡­ I choose dare."
    Juliana stammered, her voice shaky as hell. She already knew she was fucked, metaphorically speaking¡ªfor now.
    Artis was going to ask her to do something lewd, and with Lui sitting right there, she'd have no choice but to either chug alcohol or comply. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
    And if she drank, she'd lose the round, putting her entirely at Artis's mercy for whatever depraved shit he cooked up next.
    Artis raised a hand and tapped his lips with a deliberate slowness that could've made a nun reconsider her vows.
    "Kiss me..."

 Chapter 99 Husbands Dare of Forbidden Kiss!

    Artis raised a hand and tapped his lips with a deliberate slowness that could've made a nun reconsider her vows."Kiss me..."
    Hearing the words, Lui's pants strained harder than a college student's budget. His heart pounded like a drum solo at a rock concert.
    'My wife¡­ kissing a hot young guy? Fuck, this is hotter than I expected.'
    The thought alone was sparking all kinds of "creative ideas" in his overactive imagination.
    But Juliana, ever the wildcard, chuckled softly and reached for the alcohol bottle.
    She poured herself a generous drink, never breaking eye contact with Artis as she tilted her head back and downed it like a pro.
    Artis raised an eyebrow, impressed. Lui, on the other hand, felt like a deflated balloon. With a disappointed sigh, he spun the bottle again, clinging to hope for the next round of chaos.
    This time, the bottle pointed squarely at Juliana again, with the flat end aimed right at Lui.
    Juliana paused, her lips curling into a sly smile.
    'What would he give me if I chose dare?'
    She thought, already anticipating Lui's timid, predictable antics.
    'Knowing my sweet, timid husband, he's probably going to ask for some tiny skinship. Maybe a kiss on the cheek to one-up Artis. Hmm, will my dear little baby get jealous? Let's find out.'
    She giggled to herself.
    "Dare."
    The moment the word left her mouth, Lui's face lit up with a grin so wide it was almost unsettling. Juliana's confidence soared. Sear?h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'Called it! He's totally going to ask for some soft, cutesy nonsense.'
    But then Lui spoke.
    He pointed at Artis with the decisiveness of a man who'd just unlocked a new level of depravity.
    "Kiss him."
    The room froze.
    Juliana's smirk vanished faster than a guilty kid hiding evidence.
    "What the fuck?!"
    She exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up so high they could've joined NASA. Meanwhile, Artis, after a moment of stunned silence, let a slow, shit-eating grin creep across his face.
    'Oh, this poor bastard. He's done. He's absolutely fucking done.'
    Artis thought, barely holding back a laugh.
    He casually leaned back, eyes glinting with mischief as a plan formed in his head.
    'All I have to do is put on the performance of a lifetime¡ªa little sensual show¡ªand Lui's fragile little brain will implode. Hell, he'll probably beg me to fuck his wife after this.'
    Artis's mental victory lap continued, basking in the chaos he'd orchestrated. All the fake sincerity, the sly remarks, the subtle touches¡ªit had all paid off beautifully.
    This wasn't just a game anymore; this was an art form.
    From yesterday's teasing to today's escalating dares, Artis had successfully pushed the mentally unhinged Lui to the brink of cuckdom.
    'And if he tips over? Well¡­ let's just say Juliana's about to have a whole new gym routine involving my cock.'
    Artis's grin widened as a new thought crossed his mind.
    'If I play my cards right, I could even fuck Nadia in front of him. Why stop at one trophy when I could have two?'
    Of course, there was one slight hiccup in the master plan: Chen.
    'That motherfucker's not as weak as Lui. Guy's got some bite.'
    Artis admitted to himself, his grin faltering for half a second. But then, his confidence surged back.
    'Good thing I've got dirt on him. If he tries to get in my way, I'll bury him faster than a bad porno plot.'
    Artis's gaze flicked to Juliana, still standing there with her mouth agape, and then back to Lui, who looked like he was seconds away from popping a boner and a blood vessel.
    "W-what are you saying, husband?"
    Juliana stammered, her voice teetering between shock and disbelief.
    Sure, she'd been fully onboard with the idea of locking lips¡ªand probably much more¡ªwith Artis, but hearing that suggestion come out of Lui's mouth?
    That was a plot twist she hadn't seen coming.
    This was the same guy who blushed when she held his hand in public, and now he was basically handing her over on a silver platter? It was so bizarre it almost felt like a setup.
    She had been playing and teasing Artis all this time under the assumption that Lui's presence would act as a safety net.
    No way he'd try something bold with my husband sitting right there, she'd thought.
    But Artis? That horny bastard hadn't even pretended to pump the brakes¡ªlike when he shamelessly lifted her up earlier and grabbed her tits right in front of Lui. And now this? Her husband daring her to kiss him?
    'Is this real life?'
    She wondered.
    "I said, kiss him, wife. Come on, let's not waste any more time," Lui said with a disturbingly calm smile, gesturing like he was asking her to pass the salt. "It's just a kiss, right? Nothing more."
    Juliana blinked at him, her confusion growing by the second. Meanwhile, Artis, never one to miss an opportunity, reached out and gently grabbed her cheek, his touch firm but teasing.
    "Come on, Mommy, we've got so many fun games left to play. Don't stall. Like father said, it's just a kiss."
    Juliana swallowed hard, the lump in her throat as heavy as the tension in the room.
    Slowly, she turned her body to face Artis. His eyes gleamed with wicked delight, while hers were a cocktail of confusion, shock, and something dangerously close to excitement.
    'Is this okay?'
    Juliana asked herself, sneaking a glance at her husband. Lui was practically leaning forward in his seat like he was front row at a strip show, his eyes shining with eager anticipation.
    "J-just a peck, okay."
    She stammered, her voice trembling more from embarrassment than conviction.
    "Of course, of course. Just a peck."
    Artis replied smoothly, his lips curving into a devilish grin as he turned to glance at Lui. The look he gave was downright sinister, like a predator about to feast, and it sent an icy shiver down Lui's spine.
    'That's not the smile you give when it's just a kiss...'
    Lui's brain screamed, but his cock had apparently signed a separate lease agreement and was very much on board with the proceedings.
    Juliana hesitated for a moment before leaning in, her lips trembling as they approached Artis's. Artis mirrored her movement, closing the gap with maddeningly slow precision.
    Then their lips met.
    The kiss was¡­ disappointingly innocent. No tongue, no suction, no scandal¡ªjust a quick, polite meeting of lips, like two awkward middle schoolers at a dance.
    But it was enough to make Lui's pants tighter than a too-small condom. His heart pounded like a drum solo, and his mind descended into chaos.
    'What the fuck am I doing?'
    He thought, but the answer was clear: loving every goddamn second of it.
    Juliana pulled away quickly, her cheeks flushed, ready to move past the ordeal.
    "I didn't even feel your lips, Mommy."
    Artis drawled, leaning back with a smirk that could ignite tempers and panties alike.
    "Come on, don't waste a dare from your dear husband like that."
    Juliana's eyes snapped wide open, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.
    "W-what?"
    She sputtered, staring at him like he'd just suggested a threesome in a church.
    "He's right, you know."
    Lui chimed in, his voice annoyingly calm for someone actively selling his dignity down the river.
    "A kiss should be a proper one. What you just did? That was some half-assed bullshit."
    Juliana's head snapped toward her husband, her eyes wide in disbelief. Then she looked back at Artis, who, to her dismay, was already licking his lips like a wolf about to devour its prey.
    "B-but¡­ I¡ª"
    She stammered, her words tripping over her rapidly fraying nerves.
    "Come on, wife," Lui interrupted, shaking his head like a disappointed coach. "The more you stall, the more time you waste. Just get on with it already."
    Juliana groaned, throwing her hands up in defeat.
    "Fine!"
    She leaned in again, and Artis wasted no time meeting her halfway. Their lips met for what was supposed to be a simple redo, but within seconds, things escalated faster than a frat party on dollar-shot night.
    What started as a chaste peck turned into something straight out of a porn flick. Their lips moved hungrily against each other, breaths hitching like they'd just discovered oxygen was optional.
    Then Artis made his move. His tongue slid out, teasing her lower lip before grazing the upper, sending Juliana's resolve crashing down like a Jenga tower.
    Her lips parted, and Artis dove in like a man on a mission, his tongue exploring her mouth with the finesse of someone who'd clearly practiced on more than just popsicles.
    Across the room, Lui was teetering on the edge of his seat, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he watched his wife practically devour another man.
    Her soft moans filled the air, echoing like the world's most inappropriate soundtrack, while Artis's hands crept dangerously close to her hips.
    Lui's pants were straining so hard they looked like they'd been vacuum-sealed, his cock standing at full salute, pulsating like a bass drop at a rave.
    His heart was pounding like a war drum, his mind screaming, What the fuck is happening?!
    But another part of him, the one controlling the blood flow southward, was shouting back, Don't stop. For the love of everything unholy, don't stop.

 Chapter 100 Unleashing the Monster

    "Mmm~ your lips are so fucking delicious, Mommy."Artis said, nibbling on Juliana's lower lip like it was a gourmet snack.
    Her face flushed crimson, both from his shameless words and the fact that her husband¡ªher actual fucking husband¡ªlooked like a kid on Christmas morning unwrapping the best present ever.
    "T-that's enough, right?"
    She stammered, pressing her hands against Artis's chest as if trying to create some semblance of decency.
    "Yeah, that's enough... for now."
    Artis replied with a cocky smirk, leaning back in his cushion like he owned the place. His nonchalant attitude made her want to slap him¡ªor maybe kiss him again. It was getting confusing.
    Juliana pulled back, trying to collect herself as she settled onto her cushion. She side-eyed Lui, expecting outrage, jealousy, or at least a frown. But no.
    The man was grinning like a jackass, his eyes glued to her like he'd just won a free subscription to the premium section of life.
    Her gaze dropped lower, and there it was: a visible bulge in his pants, standing at awkward attention.
    'Oh my fucking god. He's actually enjoying this?'
    She thought, her mind spinning faster than Artis's earlier bottle.
    'Am I the only one here acting like a goddamn adult while these two are living their best lives?'
    She let out a sigh, her initial embarrassment morphing into determination.
    'Fine. If this is the game we're playing, then I'm fucking playing too. You want a show? Let's make it unforgettable.'
    Juliana straightened up, took a deep breath, and smiled.
    'Time to see who really has the upper hand here.'
    Even if she didn't view Lui as her proper husband¡ªhell, he barely qualified as a roommate¡ªJuliana still believed in basic respect.
    Sure, her body was practically screaming for Artis to pin her down and make her see stars, but she didn't want to outright disrespect Lui. She wasn't that heartless.
    It wasn't love keeping her tethered to this pathetic excuse of a marriage. It was more like¡­familiarity.
    Like an old, slightly moldy couch that you couldn't bring yourself to throw out because it's been in the living room for decades.
    Compassion, maybe? After all, they'd been together forever. And while those first few months of wedded bliss felt like ancient history, Lui was still technically her husband and her longest-running acquaintance¡ªif nothing else.
    But now? Watching him grinning like a kid who just found a hidden stash of dirty magazines, looking genuinely happy for once? That was a fucking plot twist.
    She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen that man crack a genuine smile, let alone look like he was front-row at the sexiest circus act on earth.
    It hit her then:
    'If he's cool with this, why the fuck am I stressing?'
    Her hesitation crumbled like a cheap cookie as a devious little grin tugged at her lips. S§×ar?h the N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'Well, if he's not heartbroken and actually enjoying the show, why the hell not?'
    Taking a deep breath, Juliana straightened her posture and reset her mindset. If this was the game they were playing, she was going all in.
    While Artis and Lui were gearing up for another round, Juliana suddenly grabbed the empty bottle. Her movements were swift, like she was plotting world domination¡ªbut with more cleavage involved.
    Both men paused, eyebrows raised, curiosity plastered across their faces. She didn't say a single fucking word. They didn't dare ask.
    With a smirk that could rival a cartoon villain, Juliana spun the bottle. It wobbled pathetically, barely making a full revolution before coming to a clunky stop.
    The neck pointed straight at Artis, while the flat end aimed squarely at her chest like a cosmic joke.
    "Yes!"
    Juliana's triumphant cry echoed through the room as she threw her hands into the air, her boobs bouncing like they were personally celebrating her victory. Gravity, you kinky bastard.
    "Yes, finally."
    She cackled, her giggles sounding like a discount cartoon villain's evil laugh.
    She turned her wicked gaze to Artis, who raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious.
    Meanwhile, Lui leaned on the table, resting his chin on his palm, ready to enjoy the shitshow.
    Juliana's evil grin screamed mockery ahead, and Lui knew damn well she was cooking up something ridiculous to put Artis in his place.
    Artis, however, wasn't about to back down. He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto hers.
    "Dare. I chose dare. Bring your best weapon."
    "Fine."
    Juliana's voice was as calm as a nun at confession, but the glint in her eyes? Pure devilry.
    She straightened her arm and shot a look at Lui, who suddenly frowned like he'd just realized he might have unleashed something way out of his league.
    'What the fuck is she plotting?'
    Lui thought, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
    "Strip," she commanded, her tone so casual you'd think she was ordering takeout. "From the robe to your underwear. Everything."
    Artis froze, his eyes widening like saucers, while Lui tried and failed to suppress a grin, his lips twitching under the weight of his amusement.
    "You guys have been making me do stupid shit all night, asking dumb-ass questions and giving me ridiculous dares. Now, I will have my reven¡ªEek!"
    Juliana's righteous monologue was cut short by the sight of Artis already towering over her like a goddamn Greek statue in motion.
    He didn't hesitate. His robe was halfway down his shoulders, revealing abs so defined they probably had their own postal code.
    His chest glistened like a magazine cover model's, and Juliana's jaw hit the metaphorical floor.
    "Wh-what the fuck?!"
    She squeaked, her crossed arms instantly uncrossing as if surrendering to the sheer absurdity of the situation.
    Meanwhile, Lui, who'd been half-listening to her dramatic speech, now mirrored her expression, his mouth agape as he watched Artis undress like this was some impromptu Chippendales audition.
    "Shit, he's actually doing it."
    Lui muttered under his breath, the thrill of the chaos overtaking his usual meekness.
    "Wait! I didn't mean right now, you horny fuck!"
    Juliana shrieked, her hands flailing as if she could somehow swat his clothes back onto his body through sheer force of will.
    Her jaw was still on a metaphorical vacation, utterly unable to comprehend the speed at which Artis had gone from clothed to Greek god in a porno audition.
    Artis smirked, the smug bastard, and shrugged like this was just another Tuesday.
    "Why not? You dared me, and I'm a man of action. Gotta deliver, babe."
    His tone was cocky enough to slap a billboard across his chest reading Confidence: Sponsored by Testosterone.
    Then he stepped closer, just inches away, his smirk deepening. Juliana's wide eyes darted downward involuntarily¡ªher brain screaming DON'T LOOK while her curiosity muttered, But what if it's¡­
    Oh, it was.
    The bulge in Artis's lower half was so prominent it practically demanded its own round of applause.
    Juliana's cheeks turned redder than a lobster in a boiling pot, her mind suddenly filled with entirely inappropriate scenarios she had already dreamt about.
    Meanwhile, Lui leaned forward like a kid at a movie theater, his eyes glued to the action.
    'Was it really as big as it looked? Could it be the same monster he'd been imagining in his most depraved fantasies? And holy fuck, how was Juliana going to handle it?'
    The man was practically salivating at this point, his mind racing with so many inappropriate questions it was like his own personal version of Pornhub Live.
    Then, with the dramatics of a magician revealing his final trick, Artis grabbed the knot behind his robe and untied it in one smooth, theatrical flourish.
    As if on cue, his "raging dragon" escaped its cage like it had been held prisoner by the Geneva Conventions and landed smack in Juliana's stunned face with a thud so loud it practically echoed.
    Juliana gasped, her eyes widening to cartoonish proportions.
    "Holy fuck!"
    She squeaked, as if words were incapable of capturing the absurd majesty of what she was seeing. Every single time, whenever she sees this monster, this is her mind.
    Lui, on the other hand, looked like he'd just witnessed the second coming of Jesus¡ªexcept instead of loaves and fishes, it was a weapon of mass destruction made of flesh.
    His jaw dropped so far it might as well have unhinged like a snake's, and he gulped audibly, the room filled with the sound of pure existential crisis.
    'Bigger than mine... much bigger than mine'
    Artis's cock wasn't just big¡ªit was mythological.
    The kind of size that could star in its own fantasy epic. Thick as hell, veined like a roadmap to Mount Olympus, and so massive it could double as a battering ram.
    The angry red hue and the throbbing intensity made it seem like it was protesting its newfound freedom.
    The play was about to become much dangerous and dangerous as it goes.
    Now that every player is on board with the same idea, it was only a matter of some more bottle spinning until the monster was about to be plunging into someone's little sister.

 Chapter 101 Strip

    Artis stretched his arms casually, his massive cock still draped across Juliana's stunned face like it was claiming new territory."Is it me, or is this alcohol weak as fuck?"
    He asked, as if he wasn't using his dick as a conversation prop.
    Meanwhile, the beast itself wasn't playing around. Precum started to ooze from the bulbous head, dripping like a leaky faucet and leaving sticky trails on her bewildered expression.
    Juliana's lips parted slightly, whether from shock or instinct, and the glistening tip slid down her cheek, leaving a wet, shameful path until it perched right atop her plump, trembling lips.
    "I-It's not that weak."
    Lui stammered, snapping out of his trance. His inner liquor snob kicked in, scrambling to add some coherence to the chaos.
    "Alcohols like this... uh... they tend to hit you way later. You know, slow burn, like... like a rich man's hangover."
    He gestured vaguely at the table, trying to seem like he wasn't riveted by the show in front of him.
    "I mean, I've seen, uh, a lot of rich guys drink this stuff. It's, you know, classy shit. Takes time to¡ªuh¡ªkick in. Like... like the end of a good bottle... or whatever."
    But his words were lost in the moment, drowned out by the sheer audacity of what was happening.
    Artis leaned back slightly, his cock dragging along Juliana's lips like it had its own agenda. She let out a muffled, "Mmph!" that sounded suspiciously like her trying not to moan.
    Lui was trying not to choke on his own saliva.
    Artis smirked, still casually chatting with Lui as though his cock wasn't engaged in a diplomatic mission to conquer Juliana's lips.
    "Is that so? Well, you'd know better than me..."
    He said, flexing just enough to make the thick, throbbing head twitch against her trembling mouth.
    Juliana, meanwhile, was in hormonal hell. Her rational mind had clocked out, leaving her primal instincts in charge.
    The scent of raw masculinity wafted into her nostrils, sparking a wildfire in her chest.
    Goddammit, I know this scent.'
    She thought, her mouth watering. Memories of tasting him before flashed through her mind like a pornographic slideshow.
    And now? That glorious cockhead was resting on her lips, practically begging her to let it in.
    Her lips parted slightly¡ªjust a crack, like a gateway to sin¡ªand the swollen tip slid inside.
    The slit at the head dribbled precum onto her tongue, and her eyes widened as her taste buds exploded.
    'Fuck me, it's delicious.'
    Her husband was yammering on about liquor a foot away, blissfully unaware that his wife was slowly suckling another man's cockhead like it was a gourmet treat.
    Juliana's eyes fluttered shut, her mouth closing around the head as she began to tease it with her tongue.
    She swirled, licked, and suckled, savoring every drop of the salty-sweet nectar that dripped from him.
    'This is so fucking wrong.'
    She thought as her lips tightened, drawing him deeper. But the heat pooling between her legs told a different story.
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    Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, trying to coax more of his precum onto her eager tongue. Each drop was better than the last, like her body was wired to crave it.
    The proximity to Lui only made it hotter¡ªa twisted thrill coursing through her as she indulged in the forbidden.
    "I-It's not very potent, you need more than a bottle...it will take time."
    Artis stretched leisurely, his tone casual as if discussing the weather.
    "Yeah, makes sense. Stuff like this is meant to be savored, not chugged like some cheap swill."
    He said, flashing a smug grin at Lui.
    "Y-yeah¡­"
    Lui stammered, gulping audibly. But let's be honest¡ªthis man wasn't focused on wine tasting.
    His attention kept darting to Juliana, whose lips were still wrapped snugly around the bulbous head of Artis's cock.
    Her eyes were closed, her tongue swirling with the kind of dedication reserved for fine dining.
    'What the fuck are you doing, Juliana?'
    Lui's mind screamed.
    'And why the fuck am I so into it?' His internal turmoil was a chaotic blend of jealousy, arousal, and morbid curiosity. He couldn't stop wondering,
    'Is she really going to fit that monster in her mouth? How?'
    Meanwhile, Juliana was off in her own world, savoring every inch of Artis like a forbidden delicacy.
    She hadn't even realized she was absentmindedly bobbing her head slightly, coaxing more of the thick shaft past her lips.
    Artis glanced down at her with a devilish smirk.
    "Anyway¡­" he began, his tone nonchalant, "let's get back to the game, yeah?"
    Then, as if guided by the gods of absurdity, Artis leaned back for a deep, exaggerated stretch.
    His hands clasped behind his head, chest puffed out, and most importantly, his cock sprang upward like a fucking catapult.
    Before Juliana could even react, more than half of the monstrous shaft slid into her mouth. Her eyes snapped open, bulging in shock, as her cheeks stretched to their limits.
    A muffled "Mmmph!" escaped her, her hands instinctively flying to Artis's hips to steady herself.
    Lui, meanwhile, nearly fell out of his chair. His jaw dropped as he witnessed his wife's mouth get overtaken by what looked like a damn battering ram.
    'Holy shit, is she okay?! Wait... why am I not stopping this?'
    Juliana's absentmindedness had her oblivious to what was coming¡ªuntil it wasn't.
    It only lasted a moment before he pulled back, his cock slick and gleaming as he sat down on the cushion like some smug bastard king.
    Juliana coughed, her face flushed, eyes watering, and looking very much like she had just lost a round against life itself.
    Meanwhile, Lui sat frozen, his jaw practically unhinged. His wide, horrified eyes were glued to the sight of her throat bulging moments ago.
    He couldn't unsee it¡ªthe way she gagged, the sound, the sheer fucking audacity of it all.
    "Fuck¡­"
    He muttered under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from Juliana, who was still coughing delicately into her hand, trying to recover.
    Artis leaned over, his hand sliding onto her thigh with an air of mock concern, his expression oozing fake sympathy.
    "You good there, Mommy? Need a little pat on the back?"
    He asked, though the smirk twitching at his lips betrayed his amusement.
    "I-I'm fine."
    She stammered, coughing one last time, her cheeks glowing redder than a stop sign.
    Artis chuckled, low and knowing, as he leaned back, spreading his legs a little wider just to piss Lui off.
    "Perfect. Then let's keep playing."
    He reached for the bottle, spinning it like it was the wheel of destiny itself. The three pairs of eyes locked onto its movement, the tension so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
    The bottle slowed, then stopped¡ªpointing squarely at Juliana again, while the flat end remained aimed at Artis like it had a vendetta.
    Artis quirked an eyebrow, his lips curving into a sly grin as he looked at her.
    "Well, Mommy, truth or dare?"
    He asked, his voice silky smooth, but carrying just enough edge to make her gulp.
    "Dare."
    Juliana said, trying to sound composed but failing miserably as the blush on her cheeks betrayed her.
    Artis's smirk widened like a devil with a new plaything.
    "Since you were bold enough to pick dare¡­ how about you return the favor? Undress."
    The words hung in the air, and for a split second, Lui looked relieved, even smug, like the tables had finally turned.
    But before he could revel in the moment, Juliana casually reached for the bottle of liquor, poured herself a shot, and downed it like a champ.
    "Bitch¡­"
    Artis muttered with a chuckle, shaking his head.
    Without missing a beat, he spun the bottle again. The three of them watched it whirl, the tension rising, until it stopped¡ªonce again pointing directly at Juliana, with the flat end now aiming at Lui.
    "Oh, come the fuck on!"
    Juliana groaned, throwing her head back in exasperation.
    Lui, on the other hand, perked up instantly, his previously defeated expression replaced with gleeful anticipation. He had been waiting for this moment.
    "Dare. I choose dare."
    She said quickly, cutting off whatever ridiculous idea her husband was clearly brewing.
    Lui's grin spread wide, his drunken confidence kicking into overdrive.
    "Strip."
    The single word hit like a gong, and both men burst into laughter. The drunken atmosphere was thick with mischief, the tension amplified by the alcohol coursing through their veins.
    All three of them were tipsy enough to make decisions they'd regret¡ªor brag about¡ªlater. Juliana, emboldened by the alcohol and the sheer absurdity of the night, stood up.
    Her robe clung to her curves for a moment, but with every move, her assets jiggled just enough to make both men nearly choke on their spit.
    "Well, if that's what you really want¡­"
    She purred, throwing them a teasing glance as her hands slid behind her. With one swift pull, she untied the knot holding her robe together.

 Chapter 102 The Lucky Day!

    "Well, if that's what you really want¡­"She purred, throwing them a teasing glance as her hands slid behind her. With one swift pull, she untied the knot holding her robe together.
    The moment the fabric slipped off her shoulders, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. Her naked form was revealed in all its glory. S~ea??h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Her breasts bounced free, perfectly round and proud, nipples a delicate pink that made Artis audibly mutter...
    "Holy shit."
    The areolas were flawless¡ªbig enough to command attention, but not so big they stole the show.
    Then there was her ass. Sweet fucking hell, her ass. Two round, plump globes that seemed sculpted by some perverted god.
    The cheeks looked so firm and juicy they practically screamed, bite me.
    The crevice between them led to a perfectly sinful wink of her puckered hole, daring them both to stare longer than was appropriate.
    "Well? Like what you see?"
    She asked, hands planted confidently on her hips, giving them a full view. Her smirk was downright devious¡ªshe was having the time of her life.
    Lui's jaw practically hit the floor, and his pants were betraying just how much he liked what he was seeing.
    "Like? I¡­ uh¡­"
    He sounded like a malfunctioning robot, unable to form a sentence.
    "Damn right, babe. Damn fucking right."
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    Artis let out a low whistle, his eyes shamelessly glued to Juliana's naked form like she was the goddamn Mona Lisa of hot wives.
    Every curve, every jiggle, every inch of flawless skin¡ªhe drank it in like a man stranded in a desert stumbling upon an oasis of boobs and ass.
    "Damn, Mommy, you've outdone yourself. I swear, it's like seeing perfection in high-def every single time."
    Before Juliana could even respond, Artis reached out, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her toward him.
    She let out a surprised yelp as she stumbled forward, and her momentum stopped just shy of his face¡ªher round, juicy ass now inches away from his smug expression.
    The warmth of his breath brushed against her skin, and she shivered, biting her lip as heat pooled low in her belly.
    "Mmm, fuck."
    She moaned softly, almost involuntarily, her body betraying her.
    Artis chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up to cup her plush cheeks, squeezing them like he'd just discovered the world's softest stress balls.
    "Mommy, you've got the kind of ass that could start wars. Come closer¡ªI'm gonna need a better look. Lui, have you been enjoying this perfection?"
    "Wait¡ªwhat are you doing?!"
    Juliana tried to protest, but it was too late.
    With zero hesitation and maximum audacity, Artis pulled her ass closer and buried his face right between her cheeks, his nose pressing firmly into her crack.
    Juliana's knees nearly buckled as a shocked, high-pitched moan escaped her lips.
    Then, like some unhinged food critic at a five-star buffet, Artis emerged from Juliana's ass crack, inhaling dramatically and shouting like he'd just discovered the meaning of life.
    "Holy fuck! This... this is the greatest thing I've ever tasted!"
    Lui, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, stammered,
    "I¡ªI didn't even know that was an option... We never¡ª"
    His voice trailed off, his mouth practically watering as he watched Artis transform into the most audacious ass connoisseur to ever exist.
    "Of course, you didn't, dumbass," Artis said, smirking with the confidence of a man who had all the answers. "You've been sleeping on this masterpiece. But don't worry, I'll show you how a real man worships perfection."
    Before Lui could protest, Artis growled low in his throat like a beast claiming his prey and buried his face right back into Juliana's plush ass cheeks.
    His tongue darted out, licking boldly and thoroughly, exploring every curve and crevice like he was mapping uncharted territory.
    Juliana's whole body trembled, and her hands instinctively gripped Artis's shoulders to keep herself from collapsing.
    "Oh, fuck."
    She gasped, a loud, breathy moan escaping her lips as her knees buckled.
    Artis pulled back just long enough to grin up at her.
    "You like that, babe? I'm just getting started."
    With that, he dove back in, his mouth pressing hot, sloppy kisses all over her ass, his tongue lapping at her skin with wild abandon.
    Juliana could feel his warm saliva trailing down, leaving her cheeks glistening.
    When his teeth nipped at the soft, tender flesh of her ass cheek, she let out a sharp cry, her voice a mix of surprise and pleasure.
    "A-Ah! Oh my God!"
    He chuckled against her skin, biting down again, this time a little harder, making her jump with a startled squeak.
    "Fucking amazing."
    Artis growled, his voice practically dripping with pride as he pulled his head back from Juliana's gloriously glistening ass.
    With zero hesitation, he let his palm fly, delivering a resounding smack to her plump cheek.
    The sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, immediately followed by Juliana's loud, breathy moan.
    Her ass jiggled from the impact like it was auditioning for a music video, and both men just stared, utterly captivated.
    Lui felt his brain short-circuit. The way her body reacted, the way her cheeks bounced so sinfully¡ªit was too much.
    His dick was throbbing like it had a mind of its own, straining against his pants, begging for release. He needed to do something. Anything.
    'I can't fucking take it.'
    He thought, his hand drifting to his waistband. His fingers twitched, ready to yank out his cock and go to town right there. But another thought crept into his mind, one that made him hesitate.
    'Would Artis punish me for this?'
    The idea sent a shiver down his spine¡ªnot from fear, but something dangerously close to arousal.
    What if Artis stopped everything because of him? Would he ruin this heavenly scene by being too greedy? His mind was a swirling mess of hormones and bad decisions, and yet...
    'Should I ask?'
    The question hit him like a freight train. Was he really about to ask permission to jerk off? The shame didn't even register because his body was already moving on autopilot.
    His hand was practically glued to his pants, his fingers gripping the fabric, hovering just a moment away from freeing his cock.
    Like some depraved psychic, Artis turned his head slightly, his face still half-buried in Juliana's ass. His smirk was downright diabolical as his dark eyes locked onto Lui's.
    Without missing a beat, Artis reached out and grabbed the bottle, spun it with a flourish, and watched as it predictably landed on Lui.
    The flat end pointed at Artis like fate itself was in on the joke. Of course, the bastard had used his damn qi manipulation to rig the spin¡ªagain. The cocky grin on his face said it all.
    Artis turned to Lui, locking eyes with him like a predator eyeing its prey.
    "Alright, big guy. What's it gonna be? Truth or..."
    He trailed off deliberately, his hand sliding down Juliana's soft ass before spreading her cheeks wide like he was opening a fucking gift.
    Then, like the absolute menace he was, Artis dragged his tongue in a long, slow lick across her crack. Juliana's moan filled the room, her head falling back as she gasped,
    "Haaa~!"
    The sound sent Lui spiraling. His breathing grew shallow, his dick practically begging for air.
    "D-dare."
    Lui stammered, the word tumbling out of his mouth before he could even process it.
    Artis smirked, the devil himself reincarnated.
    "Then here's your dare: pull out your cock and enjoy the show¡ªwatch me enjoy your wife."
    The words hit Lui like a fucking freight train, and his brain short-circuited.
    'Did I hear that right? Did this son of a bitch just give me permission to whip it out?'
    His heart was practically doing backflips in his chest, and internally, he was screaming, Yes, yes, YES!
    His hands trembled as they hovered over his waistband, his body on autopilot.
    Meanwhile, Artis didn't even spare him a second glance, too busy burying his face back between Juliana's cheeks like he was at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
    The wet sounds of his tongue exploring every inch of her ass were obscene, and Juliana's moans were getting louder by the second.
    Lui felt like his whole life had been leading up to this moment.
    He fumbled with his waistband like a man on a mission, finally yanking his pants down to his ankles.
    His cock sprang free¡ªor, well, "sprang" might be a stretch.
    It stood there, sad and unimpressive, looking more like an overripe baby carrot than anything worthy of admiration.
    The foreskin was wrinkly, the head an angry red, and a lonely, singular vein throbbed on the side like it was trying to prove a point.
    Artis glanced over, and his face split into the most devilish grin imaginable.
    "That's your cock?"
    He said, stifling a laugh but failing miserably.
    "Oh, Mommy, you've really hit the jackpot with this guy. What a fucking cuck."
    Juliana, mid-moan, glanced at her husband and bit her lip, trying not to laugh as Artis slapped her ass again, the sound echoing in the room.
    "All the stars have aligned, mommy," he purred, his tongue diving back into her ass like it was the nectar of the gods. "Today's your lucky day."

 Chapter 103 Sprawled on the Table!

    "All the stars have aligned, Jul," Artis purred, his tongue diving back into her ass like it was the nectar of the gods. "Today's your lucky fucking day."Juliana's body quivered, her moans filling the room as she peeked over her shoulder.
    Meanwhile, Lui was fully in the zone, furiously pumping his sad little carrot with two fingers, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife getting devoured.
    He looked like a man possessed, his face red and glistening with sweat.
    'It's today.'
    Juliana thought to herself, barely holding back a grin.
    'It's finally happening. After all this time, after all his pathetic attempts, I'm finally getting a real fucking.'
    Her heart raced at the thought, her body shivering in anticipation.
    'I've never imagined my husband would be watching me get wrecked by another man.'
    She mused, her lips curling into a small, devious smile. She let out a chuckle, soft and almost wicked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
    Artis noticed immediately, his head popping up from between her cheeks.
    "Oh, what's so funny, Mommy?"
    He teased, licking his lips.
    "Got something you wanna share with the class? Or are you just excited to finally get what you've been begging for?"
    Juliana locked eyes with him, her smirk growing.
    "Oh, I'm just thinking, today's the day I retire as the patron saint of disappointing fucks."
    Artis threw his head back, laughing as he slapped her ass again, hard enough to make it jiggle. S~ea??h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Damn right, babe. Consider yourself promoted to the hall of fame."
    Juliana's smirk deepened as she reached behind her, grabbing a fistful of Artis's hair, and shoved his face back into her ass crack like she was trying to suffocate him with sheer cheek power.
    Her asshole gave a playful wink, glistening under the dim light like it had a personality of its own.
    "Then keep licking. It's gonna be a long fucking night."
    She giggled, her hips swaying just enough to tease him further.
    Artis gave a muffled grunt of approval, his tongue darting out like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks.
    He licked her asshole with the enthusiasm of someone discovering the meaning of life, his saliva painting her winking hole like it was his masterpiece.
    "Fuck, Mommy, you taste like heaven."
    He groaned between licks, his voice vibrating against her skin.
    Juliana's moans filled the room, her head thrown back like she was auditioning for an adult opera. Her hips bucked back, practically begging his tongue to dive deeper.
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    "Yes! Right there! Fuck¡ªdon't you dare stop!"
    She cried, her nails digging into his scalp.
    Meanwhile, Lui was in his own pathetic little world on the sidelines.
    His cock, which looked more like a sad little joystick, was leaking precum like a faucet someone forgot to turn off.
    He was furiously pumping it with both hands now, as if he thought sheer effort would make it grow.
    "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
    Lui muttered, his breathing ragged as his hips jerked forward involuntarily.
    His face was flushed, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like he was running a marathon instead of sitting there jerking off to his wife getting her ass eaten.
    'Man, this better give me my fucking double experience boost, or I swear I've blue-balled myself for nothing.'
    Artis thought as his tongue worked its way down Juliana's dripping slit.
    Every instinct in his body screamed at him to just ram his cock into her and go to town, but no¡ªhe had to be the "strategic cultivator" and play the long game.
    From the moment he laid eyes on this walking wet dream of a MILF, all he wanted to do was pin her to the nearest surface and fuck her senseless.
    Her curves, her moans, her fuckable everything¡ªit had been pure torture holding himself back. And then that damned scripture had to show up, dangling the promise of 1.5x qi energy gain if he mastered a specific technique.
    'Fuck my life.'
    He thought bitterly, his tongue teasing the edge of her slick folds.
    He'd delayed the inevitable for weeks¡ªweeks of endless teasing, getting her all hot and bothered, watching her beg with those sultry eyes, and still pulling back at the last second.
    'Not just her, either. Fucking Nadia, too... How the hell have I not lost it and fucked the absolute shit out of both of them by now?'
    His thoughts spiraled, and he let out a frustrated groan against Juliana's pussy, the vibrations making her gasp and grab his hair tighter.
    It was so wet and hot down there, Artis was convinced that if he dropped a rock on Juliana's pussy, it'd sink inside like it was falling into quicksand.
    Hell, her pussy had a gravitational pull of its own at this point.
    "Ahhh~"
    Juliana's whole body trembled, her thighs quaking like they were about to give out as his tongue darted in and out of her dripping folds. She was losing her goddamn mind, and it showed.
    "Artis... Artis... please... do it. I-I need you."
    She begged, her voice shaky and desperate, so low and needy it was practically a whimper.
    All the teasing from the last two weeks had turned her into a walking sex grenade, and she was done waiting for the pin to be pulled.
    Her pussy throbbed with a need so intense it made her head spin.
    Fingers and tongues weren't cutting it anymore¡ªfuck, even the zucchini from last Tuesday couldn't compare to what she needed now.
    She needed him. His massive cock. Her pussy wasn't asking for attention anymore; it was demanding punishment, and only Artis's dick could dish it out.
    But the bastard wasn't giving in. Nope. Artis was still down there, lapping at her pussy and swirling his tongue around her asshole like he was auditioning for the world's raunchiest talent show.
    Juliana's back arched as another moan ripped from her throat, her body teetering on the edge of insanity.
    "Artis, fuck, stop teasing me!"
    She wailed, grinding her hips against his face, trying to force him deeper.
    Then all of a sudden, Artis abruptly stopped his tongue's sinful assault and stood up, leaving Juliana panting and looking like a feral animal in heat.
    Her legs trembled, barely holding her up, and when she glanced back at him, her eyes were wild, glassy with desperation.
    She looked like a woman possessed¡ªor maybe just a woman who hadn't been properly dicked down in years.
    "Please... take me."
    She begged, her voice raw and needy as she crawled toward him like a cat in heat, her boobs bouncing with every move.
    "You asked for it, bitch."
    He growled, a devilish smirk spreading across his face.
    Without hesitation, he grabbed her wrists and, with a strength that made Lui gasp, tossed her like she weighed nothing onto the low table.
    Juliana crashed down with a loud thud, sending glasses and the now-infamous bottle of liquor flying.
    Liquid sloshed everywhere as the table groaned under the weight of her curvy frame.
    Lui, despite his rock-hard cock, was quick to snatch up the Liquid Gold like it was a precious treasure. Alcohol first, orgasms second¡ªthat was his motto.
    "Priorities," he muttered under his breath, setting the bottle beside him like it was the Holy Grail.
    Meanwhile, Juliana was spread out on the table, her upper body on full display, breasts squished deliciously against the surface.
    Her lower half was a masterpiece: arched like she was presenting herself for judgment, her knees planted on the floor, and her dripping pussy practically calling Artis's name.
    Artis licked his lips, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
    "Damn, Mommy, you're built like a fucking fantasy," he said, giving her ass a sharp slap that sent a jiggle rippling through her cheeks. "Let's make some goddamn noise."
    In a flash, he crouched down like a fucking feral beast, his cock throbbing with pent-up need as he lined up the fat, aching head against Juliana's dripping cunt.
    He didn't shove it in¡ªoh no, he was going to make her suffer first.
    He rubbed the tip along her slick folds, dragging it up and down, smearing her arousal like he was painting a masterpiece with his cock.
    A soft gasp spilled from Juliana's lips, her fingers clawing at the table as she instinctively arched her back, pushing her ass out like a needy little kitten in heat. The sight alone nearly made him bust on the spot.
    Fuck, he could feel it¡ªthis wasn't just about teasing anymore. His own body was on fire, and two weeks of restraint were about to go straight to hell.
    He was a man, goddammit, not some fucking monk. Living under the same roof with two bombshells had been absolute torture, and now?
    Now he was about to quench every filthy, sinful thought that had been haunting him.
    He began to grind against her entrance, slow and deliberate, letting his thick cock glide along her soaked pussy lips, teasing her clit with every agonizing motion.
    By now, Juliana was a fucking mess¡ªher thighs trembling, her pussy leaking like she was already in a never-ending orgasm.
    Desperate, she reached out toward Lui, her fingers twitching as she tried to find something to hold onto¡ªonly to see her pathetic excuse of a husband sitting there, dick in hand, furiously pumping like he was racing against time.

 Chapter 104 The Holy Plunging!

    Lui, mid-stroke, blinked at Juliana's outstretched hand like she'd just asked him to help her change a car tire in the middle of an orgy. She wanted to hold his hand?Right before getting absolutely wrecked by Artis' monster cock?
    Sure. Why not.
    It's totally normal for a husband to hold his wife's hand while a tall, muscular sex god rearranges her insides, right? It's just good manners.
    'Well, I only need one hand to jerk off anyway¡­ and honestly, I kinda wanna feel how she takes that thing¡­'
    With an internal shrug, Lui reached out his left hand, keeping his right firmly wrapped around his sad little carrot. The moment their fingers intertwined, his eyes widened.
    'What the fuck?!'
    Her hand was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, radiating so much heat it felt like he was gripping a goddamn furnace. And her grip? Holy shit. It was tightening by the second, like she was holding onto him for dear life.
    Then suddenly¡ªSMACK! SMACK! SMACK!¡ªwet slapping sounds filled the room, each one followed by Juliana's breathy moans.
    Lui panicked.
    'Wait¡­ did I just fucking MISS IT?!'
    He frantically peeked over her shoulder, eyes wide in terror¡ªonly to let out a relieved sigh.
    'Thank fuck.'
    The Holy Plunging? had not yet commenced.
    Artis was still teasing her¡ªslapping his massive cock against her drenched entrance like he was punishing her pussy for existing.
    "Finally¡­"
    Artis exhaled, voice thick with anticipation.
    Then he paused.
    A single, deep breath.
    The room froze.
    Lui's hand stayed glued to his sad little baby carrot. Juliana held her breath like she was bracing for impact.
    And then¡ª
    A single wet shlick cut through the silence.
    Juliana slapped her hand over her mouth, eyes rolling back as her pussy stretched around Artis' baton of destruction.
    Artis' head snapped back, his eyes rolling up as his cock got sucked deeper inside her.
    'FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!'
    His entire body trembled. The heat, the wetness, the suffocating grip of her insides¡ªthis was more than he bargained for.
    He was fighting for his life.
    "Oh god...!"
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    Juliana was seeing stars¡ªnot the romantic, twinkly kind, but the holy-shit-I'm-about-to-black-out kind.
    Her eyes were glazed, mouth frozen in a silent scream as Artis pushed his monster cock inch by agonizing inch inside her, stretching her pussy like it was training for the Olympics.
    When the fat, red, bulbous head finally popped in, she let out a sharp gasp, her cunt instantly clamping down like it was afraid he'd take it back out.
    Oh no, buddy, you're staying in here.
    Her walls were already trying to milk him dry before he'd even given a single thrust.
    "Holy shit..."
    Artis groaned like he'd just tasted the finest meal of his life. His cock was getting squeezed so tight, he felt like she was personally trying to suck his soul out through his dick.
    It was heaven. It was hell. It was both.
    Meanwhile, Lui was dying.
    Juliana's grip on his poor hand had turned vicious, her nails digging into his skin like she was trying to transfer the stretch onto him.
    'FUCK!'
    He wanted to scream, but he bit his lip, suffering in silence.
    He couldn't be the one to interrupt Artis' sacred concentration.
    His eyes welled up. A single, dramatic tear rolled down his cheek.
    Then¡ª
    A sound.
    Soft. Whimpering.
    Juliana.
    Lui snapped his eyes open.
    'Oh, fuck. It's happening.'
    "Mmmm...!"
    Juliana moaned like a bitch in heat, her fingers clawing at the table like it owed her money.
    Her entire body trembled, skin hot, nerves screaming.
    "F-fuck, it's so big."
    Her voice came out whimpery¡ªa mix of pleasure, pain, and holy-shit-this-thing-might-break-me.
    Her eyes watered, her pussy struggling to adjust.
    The size difference between her husband's sad little carrot and Artis' goddamn battering ram was so obscene that her brain short-circuited for a second.
    She was getting split open like a Thanksgiving turkey, and her body didn't know whether to panic or celebrate.
    "You good, Mommy?"
    Artis' voice was tight¡ªhis jaw clenched, his abs flexed like he was doing battle.
    Juliana's pussy was clamped down on his cock like a death trap, and if he moved too fast, he was gonna fucking explode right there.
    "Yes... Just give me a sec."
    She panted, her breathing ragged, her tits heaving against the table.
    Lui, still clutching her crushing grip, felt like his bones were rearranging.
    After a few deep breaths, Juliana nodded¡ªher eyes dazed, her lip trembling. Sear?h the ¦ÇovelFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    It was the green light.
    "Take it nice and slow," Artis grunted, his voice thick with restraint. "Trust me, you don't wanna rush it."
    Juliana nodded again, biting her lip as she felt his massive, throbbing shaft start to slide deeper.
    Her walls stretched, her body shuddered, her mind blanked.
    It was the most exquisite fucking pain¡ªlike getting wrecked by a God¡ªand every nerve in her body was singing for more.
    "GOD...!"
    Juliana gasped, her legs shaking like a newborn deer that just realized it's been dropped into a lion's den.
    "Fuuuck."
    Artis growled, his jaw tight, his eyes clenched shut like he was doing deep fucking meditation to keep himself from slamming into her like a wild beast.
    "Goddamn, you're fucking tight."
    "Mmmm..."
    Juliana moaned, her body quivering like a damn tuning fork.
    She could feel every inch of him¡ªhis thick, throbbing cock pressing against places that had only been lightly nudged before, her walls stretched and clinging to him like her pussy was trying to never let go.
    Then he pulled back¡ªjust enough to tease¡ªbefore slamming forward, making Juliana yelp and moan at the same time, like a bitch in heat.
    "FUCK!"
    "AHHH~"
    With each thrust, Artis' cock slid deeper, further, claiming every single millimeter of her soaked, desperate hole.
    And then¡ªoh fuck¡ªwhen he felt more than half of his monster dick was inside, he pulled back until just the bulbous, leaking tip remained at her entrance.
    And then¡ª
    BAM.
    One final, brutal thrust.
    Balls-deep.
    Juliana screamed.
    "AHHHH!"
    Her entire body convulsed, her spine arching like she'd just been struck by divine lightning.
    Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him like a fucking vice.
    She couldn't think.
    She couldn't speak.
    She couldn't even breathe.
    Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, her boobs bouncing against the table, her body fully, completely, utterly stuffed with cock.
    'Oh my God... oh my God...'
    Her mind was fucking blank.
    Nothing existed except the massive, throbbing, vein-covered beast inside her, stretching her beyond reason.
    'I'm... I'm gonna fucking die.'
    Artis had never felt anything like it before, and for a brief, fleeting moment, he genuinely wondered if this was what heaven felt like.
    Like if he died right here, balls deep in this bitch, he'd ascend straight to the celestial realm as a divine sex god.
    "Mmmm, your pussy feels so fucking good."
    He groaned, completely motionless, just marinating in the wet, velvety grip of Juliana's pussy.
    Meanwhile, Lui was not having such a transcendent experience.
    His poor hand¡ªhis poor fucking hand¡ªwas being crushed to dust in Juliana's death grip.
    He gritted his teeth, his free hand hovering over his sad, neglected little carrot, wanting so badly to keep stroking but instead trying to pry himself free from her iron-clad, post-dick paralysis hold.
    'Fucking hell, it's hurting...'
    He winced and looked up¡ªonly to immediately wish he hadn't.
    'Fuck....'
    Juliana was fucking gone.
    Like, gone gone.
    Her body was completely slack, her head limp, her eyes rolled all the way back to the point where she looked like a possessed demon bitch mid-exorcism.
    Her mouth hung open in a sloppy O, a trail of drool leaking down her chin like her soul had fully vacated her body.
    Lui's brow furrowed.
    'Wait a fucking second¡­ why isn't she moving?'
    He tightened his grip on her hand, but there was no reaction. No twitch, no shiver¡ªnothing. His stomach dropped.
    'Oh fuck. Did she just die?'
    Panic flared in his chest as he leaned in close, eyes scanning Juliana's face for any sign of life. Nothing.
    She was completely still, her mouth slightly parted, her expression frozen in what looked disturbingly like a post-orgasmic coma.
    "Artis¡­ uh¡­ she's not mov¡ª"
    Before Lui could finish his sentence, he saw it. In slow motion. The moment Artis pulled back his hips and then slammed forward with a force that sent a WHAP echoing through the room.
    Lui's brain couldn't process the physics of it¡ªjust the sheer brutality of Artis's cock disappearing inside her and the slap of his balls making his eardrums ring.
    "OHHHHHHHHH!!!"
    Juliana, previously thought deceased, shot up like a goddamn horror movie monster. Her head rocketed straight into Lui's chin, launching him into the fucking air like a ragdoll.
    He crashed onto the floor, limbs sprawled like a tragic cartoon character, his vision swimming with stars.
    The force of Artis's thrusts damn near turned the entire fucking table into a sentient being¡ªit creaked, groaned, and wobbled like it was on the verge of calling for help.
    If it had a mouth, it'd be screaming for mercy.
    Then came the sounds. Oh, the fucking sounds.

 Chapter 105 Conquered!

    "Ohhh¡­ oh my fucking god¡­!"Juliana moaned, her whole body trembling like she'd just been plugged into a live wire.
    "YES! Fuck, YES!"
    She all but howled, gripping onto anything within reach¡ªpillows, the table, even Lui's discarded shirt¡ªas if holding on for dear life.
    Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted, drool dangerously close to spilling down her chin. She was wrecked. Absolutely fucking wrecked.
    Artis groaned, his grip tightening on her hips.
    "Ahhhh, fuck¡­"
    His hips pistoned like a well-oiled machine, slamming forward with the kind of precision that should've been fucking illegal.
    His cock was in heaven¡ªwrapped in a vice grip of wet, desperate need, her walls clenching him like they were trying to suck the soul out of him.
    Every time he bottomed out, Juliana let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a dying angel and a woman who just discovered the meaning of life.
    Lui barely managed to stumble to his feet, swaying like a drunkard who had just been hit by a wagon.
    His jaw practically unhinged as he looked at the table¡ªno, the battlefield¡ªwhere Artis was obliterating Juliana with the force of a thousand war gods.
    The table was beyond groaning¡ªit was pleading for its life, its legs buckling like it was on its last breath.
    Lui could see Artis's balls swinging at speeds that defied physics, slapping against Juliana's soaked entrance like they were in a goddamn drumline.
    And then, the real kicker¡ªJuliana's face.
    Lui had known this woman for decades, shared a bed with her, shared meals, shared fucking taxes, but not once had he seen her like this.
    Her usual composed, dignified expression? Gone. Instead, what he was witnessing was nothing short of a religious experience. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire
    Her face was contorted in absolute bliss, her eyes rolling back so hard she looked like she was summoning a higher power.
    She wasn't holding back. She wasn't even pretending to be shy.
    The kind, sweet, graceful woman he married was now reduced to a cock-hungry mess, screaming out moans that could summon a demon lord.
    'What the fuck is that sinful expression?!'
    Lui's brain short-circuited. He should look away. He should be outraged.
    But instead, before he even realized it, his hand was already wrapped around his own miserable excuse for a cock, stroking himself like a fucking peasant watching the king feast on an entire buffet.
    Artis gritted his teeth, his hands gripping Juliana's waist like he was claiming property.
    "Fuck, Mommy, your pussy's gripping me like it owes me money."
    His thrusts were relentless, his cock pounding into her soaked entrance like he was mining for immortal-grade pleasure.
    Even though he had already used her mouth, her hands¡ªhell, even let her breathe on his cock¡ªnothing, nothing compared to the raw, sinful heat of her clenching, dripping pussy.
    Juliana? Oh, she was gone. Brain? Fried. Thoughts? Deleted.
    The only thing she could even register was her wrecked, absolutely obliterated pussy, twitching and convulsing around Artis's thick shaft like it was trying to worship the damn thing.
    The rest of her body? Pure static. She could've been missing limbs and wouldn't have even noticed.
    And then, without warning¡ªSCHLICK!
    Artis yanked his cock out, leaving her walls clenching on nothing like a desperate addict. Juliana barely had time to whimper before¡ª
    SMACK!
    A stinging slap landed on her juicy ass cheek, sending ripples across her plump flesh like a fucking water balloon had just been struck by lightning.
    Before she could even process the impact, Artis grabbed her by the waist, flipped her over like a damn steak, and sprawled her over the table. Her head dangling from the end.
    Now, she was fully exposed¡ªtits dangling on either side, sweat glistening on her soft stomach, and between her thighs¡­
    Her pussy¡ªquivering, dripping, an absolute mess of her own slick and his precum¡ªpractically begging to be wrecked again.
    "Damn, Mommy, you look good enough to eat."
    Artis growled, his hands gripping her trembling thighs like he was about to devour her.
    "Ahhh~"
    Juliana barely got the moan out before her body convulsed, still wrecked from the absolute dicking down she was receiving.
    She was drenched in sweat, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
    For a brief, blissful moment, her poor, abused pussy got a break¡ªhis monster wasn't stretching her walls to their limits, and for the first time in what felt like hours, she could think.
    ¡­Only to open her eyes and see her husband¡ªLui, the poor bastard¡ªfuriously jacking his cock like his life depended on it.
    'Oh. Oh shit.'
    Weakly, trembling, she reached out toward him, her fingers barely brushing the air¡ª
    SLAP.
    Artis yanked her hips back into place, spread her legs wide apart like he was presenting a feast, and plunged his thick cock straight back into her puffy, soaking pussy.
    Juliana, who had just regained a shred of sanity, immediately lost it again.
    "AHHHH~!!"
    Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as Artis buried himself inside her like he was claiming territory. The moment of relief? Gone. The ability to think? Erased.
    And just like that, she was reduced back to a moaning, quivering mess¡ªher only purpose now was to take his cock and love every second of it.
    'What the fuck is happening to me?!'
    Juliana's brain was doing somersaults trying to regain control, but every time she thought she had a grip, Artis's cock yanked it away like a rug under a drunk bitch's feet.
    She barely managed to open her eyes, her mind wobbling like an overstuffed whore on her last leg.
    Then she saw it clearly once again.
    Lui was furiously beating his tiny meat like he was trying to start a goddamn fire. His hand was a blur, his face twisted into something between hunger and existential crisis.
    He looked like a starving wolf staring down a steaming steak, only to realize he's the fucking lettuce in this meal.
    'Holy shit¡­'
    Then, like a miracle¡ªor a sick cosmic joke¡ªshe actually managed to focus past the soul-shattering pleasure long enough to lift her gaze a little higher.
    And there he was.
    Artis.
    A sweaty goddamn Adonis towering over her, his slick white hair sticking to his forehead, his chiseled body dripping sweat onto her heaving, bouncing tits. His gritted teeth, his furrowed brows¡ªthe intensity in his eyes made it clear.
    He was on a mission.
    A mission to destroy her pussy.
    "Fuuuuuck¡ªArtis¡ªAHHHHHH~"
    Juliana's moans were reaching glass-shattering levels, her body convulsing like she was getting exorcised by the demon of raw dick.
    Every time Artis slammed his cock inside her, it was like a fucking earthquake rippling through her body¡ªher toes curled, her legs quivered, and her tits bounced like they were desperately trying to escape her chest.
    And holy shit, was she loving it.
    She wasn't just taking it¡ªshe was thriving in it. This wasn't just sex; this was religion, and Artis's cock was the holy scripture rewriting her fucking existence.
    Her hands, trembling like a newborn fawn, reached for him, and like some primal fuck-warrior, he immediately moved into her embrace¡ªlike he sensed her need on an instinctual level.
    His fingers locked around her hips like he was claiming her, his face buried into the soft pillows of her tits, muffling his grunts.
    And then¡ªfuck.
    His thrusts became frantic. Unhinged.
    Like a man possessed.
    Like he was trying to breed her into a new species.
    Lui was furiously jerking his cock like a man having an existential crisis mid-nut.
    His tiny, neglected meat-stick was caught between two opposing forces¡ªone being the absolute degeneracy unfolding before his eyes, the other being the deep, soul-crushing realization that he was cucking himself into oblivion.
    The room was a symphony of absolute debauchery¡ªmoans, grunts, frantic slapping of skin on skin, and the tortured creaking of the barely-surviving table. sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    It sounded like a fucking brothel orchestra playing at full volume, and yet, deep in Lui's betrayed little heart, there was a whisper. A tiny, nagging voice that told him:
    "This is wrong."
    "This is a fucking crime."
    But fuck¡ªhis dick didn't care. His body was fully betraying his morals, his hand stroking like a desperate peasant paying tribute to the King's royal shaft.
    His vision blurred, not from pleasure, but from the sheer, soul-wrecking weight of his own tears.
    He wanted to weep, to scream, to crawl into a hole and die, but fuck¡ªhe couldn't look away.
    Not when his wife's face was twisted in pure nirvana, getting fucked into a new dimension by Artis's absolute giga-cock.
    He was a broken man.
    But damn, it was a beautiful show.
    Artis was done for. The milfy vice-grip on his cock was too fucking tight¡ªtighter than a debt collector's grip on a broke man's paycheck.
    His balls twitched with the fury of a volcanic eruption waiting to happen.
    With a feral grunt, Artis lunged from her heavenly tits, his hands snapping around her throat like a man possessed.
    He wasn't choking her¡ªhe was staking his claim, hammering her so violently that the table underneath them was one thrust away from claiming workers' comp.
    "F-fuck, Mommy, I'm gonna cum¡­!"
    Artis snarled, his hips going full beast mode.
    Juliana's eyes rolled back like a woman who had just found religion, her entire body convulsing like she'd just been hit by divine enlightenment in the form of a girthy, veiny cock.
    Her pussy was practically begging for his seed, milking him with the desperation of a thirsty bitch in the desert.
    "Yes¡­! Fuck! Inside me!"
    "WAIT, NO! NOT INSIDE!"
    Lui, finally snapping out of his cuck-induced hypnosis, launched himself forward, flailing like a man who had just realized his life savings were on fire.
    His tiny pathetic dick flopped around uselessly as he reached out in desperation, as if sheer willpower alone could cockblock what was about to happen.
    But it was too late.
    Artis slammed in one final time, his body going rigid, his face twisting in absolute euphoria¡ªand Lui knew.
    That was the face of a man who had just conquered new lands.

 Chapter 106 The Glowing Rod!

    Just because a man lets you borrow his shit doesn't mean you get to slap your name on it like some territorial bastard.Letting a dude borrow your horse didn't mean you wanted him to ride it into battle and claim it as his own war steed.
    And yet, here Artis was, balls-deep in Lui's wife, acting like he had full ownership.
    Lui had tolerated this whole fucked-up arrangement. But hearing Artis talk about filling Juliana with his cum like she was some kind of fertility chalice? That shit had him seeing red.
    Who the fuck knew if she could still get pregnant at this age? Did sperm have senior citizen discounts? He sure as hell didn't want to find out.
    "WAIT, NO! NOT INSIDE!"
    Fueled by sheer male indignation, Lui launched himself toward the battlefield like a warrior ready to reclaim his honor¡ªonly to immediately faceplant like the useless sack of jealousy he was.
    A solid thud echoed through the room as his dignity took a nosedive.
    By the time he groaned, lifted his head, and blinked the stars out of his vision, it was too fucking late.
    Artis was already there, at the finish line, panting like he'd just conquered Everest, hands braced against the table to hold himself up.
    And Lui knew.
    That motherfucker (literally and figuratively) was draining his soul into his wife.
    His cock was still twitching, a lazy smirk spreading across his face as he emptied the last sinful drops of his load into Juliana's well-fucked pussy.
    Lui's eye twitched.
    Juliana, meanwhile, was fucking gone. Half-lidded eyes, lips curved in a dreamy little smile, and her whole body trembling like a bitch in heat.
    If there was a thought in her head, it was probably just more, more, more.
    Lui, still on his knees, had meant to launch a protest or at least look pissed, but instead, he found himself staring¡ªhard.
    From his angle, he had the perfect fucking view of Artis's cock still lodged deep inside his wife's swollen, well-fucked pussy.
    And goddamn, it was hot. So hot that for a second, he completely forgot why the fuck he had even jumped in like some kind of righteous avenger.
    Then, after a long, smug stretch of silence, Artis leaned back, slowly peeling himself away from the table. And with that movement, his monster of a cock began sliding out of Juliana's stretched, pink pussy.
    Lui gulped.
    It was a slow, sinful exit, and his baby-sized carrot twitched at the sight¡ªjealous? Offended? Just fucking confused at the size difference? Who the fuck knew.
    Then, the thick, bulbous tip finally popped free, glistening and still hard, and that's when Lui saw it. The first creamy peek of Artis's seed slipping out of Juliana's thoroughly wrecked entrance.
    A second later, the floodgates fucking opened.
    Thick white rivulets trickled down, forming obscene little trails over her twitching folds before dripping onto the low table below. The sound of it¡ªwet, messy, filthy¡ªmade Lui's breath hitch.
    The puddle grew.
    His eye twitched.
    His dick ached.
    "Shit... I think I'm getting addicted."
    Artis groaned, running a hand through his sweaty hair. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath.
    "Mommy, you've got one hell of a pussy. I swear, it's like fucking a sin incarnate."
    Juliana, meanwhile, was wrecked. Absolutely fucked stupid. Her chest was heaving, boobs bouncing with every shaky breath, and her legs twitched like she was still trying to ride out the aftershocks.
    "I wanna go again, but..."
    Artis trailed off, his eyes flicking to the cuck in the room. Lui. The poor bastard was frozen, his mouth slack, his eyes locked on Juliana's thoroughly used, cum-leaking hole.
    He looked like a man who had just watched his entire belief system shatter before his eyes.
    "Oi, Lui, you good?"
    Lui's brain snapped like a cheap rubber band. His entire body jerked, but his baby carrot had other plans.
    Even without him touching it, the pathetic little thing twitched¡ªthen spurted a sad, watery mess onto the wooden floor.
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    "H-huh...?"
    Lui stammered, eyes wild, as if he had just woken up from a fever dream.
    "Ah, nevermind," Artis muttered, waving him off. "Damn. Pheww¡ªnever thought I'd be this fucking spent, man."
    He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking up at the ceiling like he was contemplating life itself.
    Lui, still dazed, assumed he was talking about Juliana¡ªabout how good her tight, milfy pussy felt wrapped around his cock. But that wasn't it. sea??h th§× ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis was fucking disappointed in himself.
    'Man, just one round and I'm done...?'
    He wasn't feeling guilt¡ªfuck no. He had zero regrets about rearranging Juliana's insides like a man on a mission. But the disappointment? Oh, that shit was real.
    One round? One fucking round and he was done? What the fuck was that? Back when she was milking his cock dry, he could've gone all night, pounding her mouth like a beast in heat.
    But now? Now he felt like a used-up husk of a man. His legs wobbled, his muscles ached, and worst of all¡ªhis cock felt empty. Like it had been robbed of all its power.
    'This is some bullshit.'
    His body felt weird, wrong, like all his stamina had been sucked right out of him¡ªliterally. Even his qi energy was gone. The fuck? It was like he was back in his old human body¡ªweak, mortal, and useless.
    'I am NOT liking this at all...'
    Then, suddenly¡ªwhoosh! A sharp cold wrapped around his cock, shocking him out of his spiraling thoughts.
    "What the¡ª?!"
    He jerked his head down, eyes wide.
    The darkness swallowed his vision, creeping in like a bitch ready to ruin his night. His sight tunneled until he could only see a blurry patch in the middle¡ªand fuck, what a sight it was.
    His cock¡ªhis glorious, battle-worn cock¡ªwas glowing.
    Not just glowing, radiating a golden light, so bright it was more white than gold, like some holy divine relic. If his dick had a theme song, this was the part where a celestial choir would start singing.
    "Holy fuck..."
    He mumbled, cracking a delirious smile.
    And then¡ªbam¡ªdarkness fully took over.
    His legs wobbled like he'd just gone twelve rounds with a succubus on steroids, and he barely managed to stumble toward the bed.
    Lui was saying something¡ªprobably whining like the cuck he was¡ªbut Artis couldn't hear shit. His only priority was not crushing his divine dick under his own weight.
    With the last of his strength, he flopped onto the bed, rolling just enough so his cock was standing proud and free like the monument it was. And then¡ªlights out.
    Lui had no fucking clue what was going on with Artis, and honestly, he didn't give a shit. His brain had short-circuited the moment Juliana's perfectly breedable, cock-draining body went limp.
    He scrambled toward her like a desperate man crawling to the last drop of water in a desert.
    "Wife! Wife! Wake up!"
    He shook her, jostling her soft, well-used tits, his hands gripping her shoulders as if he could squeeze life back into her.
    After a few minutes of twitching¡ªsome residual aftershocks from her trip to holy-fucking-shit-heaven¡ªher heavy-lidded eyes finally fluttered open.
    She sucked in a deep, gasping breath, her chest rising dramatically before she exhaled with the satisfaction of a woman who had been utterly ruined.
    She stared at Lui's concerned face, and for a brief moment, she looked... disappointed.
    But then she gave a slow, lazy smile, the kind of smile that said, Yeah, I died a little, but I'd do it all over again.
    Lui, completely oblivious, handled her like a delicate flower, gingerly pulling her to her feet as if she might shatter from even the slightest rough touch¡ªnot that she hadn't just endured the roughest fucking of her life.
    She turned her head slightly and caught a glimpse of Artis still sprawled on the bed, his body looking drained, his cock still hanging out¡ªand was that thing fucking glowing?!
    She blinked.
    No. No way. That had to be her imagination. Of course his dick looked divine¡ªit was a gift from the gods, handcrafted by celestial beings and blessed with unholy stamina.
    Shaking the ridiculous thought from her mind, she let Lui sling her arm over his shoulder and lead her out of the room. The poor woman needed rest. A long, deep, well-earned fucking rest.
    After making sure those two were out of the picture and Artis was dead to the world, the cat perched on the window gave a flick of its tail¡ªits personal way of saying, finally, these dumbasses are gone.
    With a silent leap, it landed on the wooden floor, barely making a sound. But as it padded forward, something strange happened.
    Wisps of white smoke began to curl from its sleek fur, trailing behind it like ghostly mist.
    The further it walked, the thicker the smoke became, swallowing the tiny feline completely until only a hazy white fog remained.
    And then¡ªoh fuck.
    The shadow inside the smoke stretched, grew, and morphed. A long, silky leg stepped forward, smooth and toned. Another leg followed, attached to curvy, naked hips that swayed with a natural sensuality.
    Then came a pair of perfectly perky, medium-sized breasts, barely concealed by long, flowing black hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a luxurious veil.
    And finally, a face emerged¡ªsharp, elegant, and absolutely fucking divine.
    Her eyes were a shade of green so vivid, they looked like polished crystal, glowing ever so slightly in the dim light.
    She circled the bed like a predator inspecting its prey, her expression cool and unreadable.
    Her gaze swept over Artis's unconscious form, assessing him from head to toe, pausing only briefly at his glowing cock before moving on¡ªlike it wasn't even worth her time.
    But then... she stopped.
    Her eyes slid back down.
    The cock was still glowing.
    And for the first time, those cold, unreadable eyes sparked with something else.
    Curiosity.

 Chapter 107 Teasing the Step Sister!

    Artis woke up the next morning looking like a man who had fought a war and lost, sprawled out on the bed like a homeless drunk¡ªexcept someone had thoughtfully draped a bedsheet over his wrecked body.'Mommy must've done it¡­ How sweet¡­'
    Even after getting her insides rearranged by his monster cock, she still had the presence of mind to tuck him in like a good little housewife. That was some next-level devotion right there.
    He smirked, stretching lazily.
    'I should give her a sweet little kiss for this¡­ But¡­ how's she even gonna look me in the eye after last night's performance?'
    And then there was Lui.
    Oh, poor, pathetic Lui.
    Artis wasn't exactly worried about the cuck¡ªfuck no. He was just curious.
    The man had been on the verge of a mental breakdown last night, guzzling booze to numb the pain while watching his wife get absolutely wrecked by another man.
    And let's not forget the way Lui had jerked off to the whole thing like some desperate little bitch.
    It was easy to be crazy in the heat of the moment¡ªhorniness did wild shit to a man. But the morning after? That's when reality really sank its teeth in.
    Artis chuckled to himself, rolling onto his side with a shit-eating grin.
    'Oh, this is gonna be fucking hilarious¡­'
    He yawned again, stretching so hard the bed creaked under him, his joints popping like firecrackers.
    With one last, lazy groan, he jumped off the bed and sauntered into the shower, letting the cold water slap his skin awake.
    A few minutes later, he strolled out fresh as fuck, slipping into a loose white shirt and equally loose white pants¡ªno underwear, of course. Maximum efficiency. Maximum freedom. Maximum potential for accidental indecent exposure.
    Time to meet the stars of last night's porno drama.
    As he stepped out of his room, his eyes immediately landed on Nadia, perched at the dining table, blowing on a spoonful of steaming soup.
    Like always, she was wearing the flimsiest excuse for clothing¡ªsome barely-there velvet nightie that exposed more cleavage than actual fabric. And those ass cheeks? Oh, they were plastered to the chair like a fucking advertisement for a premium sex doll.
    Artis took his sweet time admiring the view, already considering how easy it would be to slide that nightie just a little to the side.
    "Morning, Sister."
    "Hmmm."
    'Oh? The fuck was this?'
    Her response was so fucking dry it could've turned a wet pussy into a desert. In the old days, she would've been bouncing off the damn walls just at the sight of him.
    But now? She didn't even look up, just kept blowing on her soup like it was the most important thing in the world.
    That actually caught him off guard.
    'What the fuck?'
    He had been on his way to the kitchen, where Juliana was cooking up something delicious¡ªhopefully more than just food¡ªbut Nadia's attitude made him stop dead in his tracks. His eyebrow twitched. Oh?
    With a slow, deliberate smirk, he turned on his heel right towards her.
    And that's when it happened¡ªa tiny, almost imperceptible slip-up.
    'Gotcha, bitch.'
    The moment he turned, Nadia immediately snapped her eyes back to her soup, pretending like she wasn't just watching his every move.
    Oh, this was rich. He had her squirming already, even if she didn't want to admit it.
    Slowly, deliberately, he walked up behind her, looming over her shoulder.
    Too close. Just right.
    Her smooth, controlled movements stuttered just a little, her spoon trembling for half a second before she forced herself back to that fake-ass composure.
    She knew he was up to no good. She could fucking feel it. But instead of reacting, she kept up the act, blowing on her spoon like she wasn't two seconds away from getting wrecked.
    A moment passed. Then another.
    Nothing.
    The silence was fucking killing her.
    She could feel him standing there, looming like a horny demon waiting to strike, but he wasn't saying shit.
    Not a damn thing. No teasing remark, no sudden grab, no smug-ass chuckle¡ªjust his presence, thick as sin, pressing down on her like a weight.
    'What the fuck is he doing?'
    Her spoon-wielding hand worked overtime, blowing on that soup like it was her only lifeline. At this point, it wasn't even hot anymore¡ªjust a sad, soul-drained liquid that had suffered from too much anxiety breath.
    And then¡ª
    "Dear Step Sister..."
    The whisper slithered into her ear like a filthy promise, so sudden and hot that she fucking jumped.
    'Oh fuck.'
    His breath, warm and teasing, tickled her earlobe, sending a traitorous shudder down her spine. But it wasn't fear¡ªit was that fucked-up, delicious kind of thrill that made her thighs clench.
    "W-what...?"
    She stammered, daring to side-eye him. Big mistake.
    Crimson.
    His crimson-fucking-eyes locked onto hers, full of wicked amusement and something even darker. She immediately looked back at her spoon like it held the answers to the universe.
    And then¡ª
    "What a nice view, first thing in the morning..."
    His voice was lower now, dirtier, and then¡ªfuck¡ªhis lips brushed against her earlobe. Light as a feather, teasing, taunting. A simple touch, but it sent her body into full-blown meltdown mode.
    'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.'
    Her thighs clenched. Her face turned as red as a whore's lipstick.
    And she still had to pretend like she was just trying to enjoy her damn soup.
    'Wh-what view? Is he talking about¡­'
    Her gaze hesitantly dropped past her spoon, and¡ª
    'Oh fuck.'
    Her tits. Her fucking tits.
    Her twin peaks were right there, nipples clearly visible through the flimsy, utterly useless excuse of a nightie. The thin velvet wasn't hiding shit¡ªit was practically putting on a goddamn presentation.
    She was going to die. Right here. Right now. Death by mortification.
    Her entire face exploded into heat, her hands gripping the spoon like it was her last defense against the abyss. She couldn't even look at him.
    "P-pervert!!!"
    She squeaked, her voice barely above a dying kitten's whisper.
    But this smug motherfucker didn't even flinch.
    "Pervert? Why?"
    He said, tilting his head with mock innocence. "I was talking about the soup."
    What.
    "Look at it."
    He gestured dramatically to her bowl.
    "Look at the creamy texture, the subtle orange hue on the white. The corn and chicken pieces, so juicy and tender. The way the hot air wafts up, carrying the scent of comfort and desire... Chef's kiss."
    And then this absolute bastard actually kissed his fingertips and made a full-on exaggerated French chef motion.
    Nadia short-circuited.
    'Soup?'
    She was out here drowning in shame, ready to write her will, and this fucker was talking about soup?!
    Her face went even redder. This was illegal. This had to be illegal.
    In sheer, painful embarrassment, she slammed her eyes shut, shoved the spoon into her mouth¡ª
    And immediately regretted it.
    It was cold.
    Completely, utterly, depressingly cold.
    But did she let it show?
    Hell fucking no.
    She sat there, chewing with the poise of a queen, pretending it was the best fucking soup she had ever had in her life.
    Then she felt his hot breath ghost over her ear again, sending a shiver straight down to her core.
    "Why? Did my dear Nadia think I was looking somewhere else¡­?"
    His voice was pure sin, low and teasing, each syllable dripping into her like hot wax. Before she could even process a response, she felt his lips graze the shell of her ear¡ªthen nibble. Fucking nibble.
    Her entire body jerked.
    "Mmh~ n-nooo¡­ o-of course not¡­ w-why would I? What else would you even look at¡­ other than soup, right?"
    Her voice wobbled so hard it could've been a vibrator. In a desperate attempt to act normal, she reached out, dipped her spoon back into the bowl, and frantically blew on it like her life depended on it.
    A chuckle. Deep. Smug.
    "Did you perhaps think I was looking at something soft¡­ and fluffy¡­?"
    "Kummm¡­ wh-what?"
    She felt his smirk.
    Her nipples definitely felt it too.
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    A fresh wave of heat flooded her body as her traitorous, utterly whorish nips began to stiffen against the sheer velvet.
    'Fucking dammit, he's teasing me¡­ and my body's just eating this shit up¡ªfuck¡­'
    "Something so beautiful and mesmerizing¡­ that I can't take my eyes off¡­"
    "Mmh~ mmmn¡­"
    She barely even realized she made that noise.
    Because holy shit, her brain was starting to melt. Sear?h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Her nipples were aching now, tingling with every breath he took. And worse¡ªso much fucking worse¡ªshe could feel it. That telltale heat pooling low between her thighs, the slow, sinful dampness forming right where she didn't need it to be.
    And he hadn't even touched her yet.
    "Something I want to see every time I wake up¡­"
    Her thighs clenched.
    This fucking bastard was going to kill her.
    Nadia was fucking struggling. Her brain was short-circuiting like a cheap magic artifact on its last drop of spiritual energy.
    "Mmn~ n-no. Nothing like that at all¡­ ha ha ha¡­ th-the soup is hot, right? I-I mean, it's a hot day, right? Right?!"
    She blurted out, grasping at the most brain-dead excuse she could think of.
    But Artis just took the bait like a fisherman on a mission.
    "Yes, it is hot¡­ But do you wanna know what's even hotter?"

 Chapter 108 A very special morning indeed!

    "Yes, it is hot¡­ But do you wanna know what's even hotter?"
    Before she could even attempt to not combust on the spot, his tongue flicked against her ear¡ªjust enough to send a shiver straight down her spine.
    Then, the bastard had the audacity to trail down to her neck, licking like he was savoring his next fucking meal.
    'There he fucking goes again¡­ Fuck¡­ I can't¡­ I'm already leaking¡­'
    Nadia squeezed her thighs together so tight, she could probably crack a spirit stone between them.
    She was desperately trying to keep her pussy from betraying her by making a full-blown puddle under the damn table.
    But at this rate? She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold the floodgates shut.
    "W-what¡­? W-what is hotter¡­?"
    She stammered, trying to shove the conversation back to anywhere that didn't involve her soaking wet misery.
    "T-the soup? Right? The soup! It's so hot, I-I can't even drink it at all¡­!"
    In a last-ditch attempt to not completely lose her fucking mind, she dramatically blew on the spoon, as if her life depended on it.
    Artis smirked.
    "Is it that hot?"
    "Yes¡­ t-too much hot¡­"
    She muttered, eyes twitching, because she sure as hell wasn't talking about the fucking soup anymore.
    "Is it? You want a quick way to make it less hot?"
    He murmured, leaning down like a damn scheming devil.
    Nadia blinked.
    "H-how?"
    She probably shouldn't have asked.
    Before she could even brace herself, Artis smirked¡ªand that was her first fucking warning.
    He reached out, his hand slipping behind her head like he was about to whisper some deep, ancient wisdom straight into her soul.
    Instead, the bastard grabbed her hand, lifted it, and dumped the spoonful of soup into his own mouth.
    Nadia stared, completely fucking lost.
    "Wh-what?"
    She stammered, watching as he swished the soup around like it was some rare, thousand-year-old spiritual elixir.
    'How the fuck was this supposed to make it less hot?!'
    Was he tasting it first? Testing the temperature like some goddamn human thermometer before actually attempting whatever nonsense he had in mind?
    Nadia had no fucking clue¡ªbut since he had said he was about to do something, she was all ears and eyes for whatever insane trick was coming next.
    And then¡ªoh no.
    'Oh, fuck no.'
    He stopped swishing. Slowly¡ªso slowly¡ªhe tilted his head down, eyes locking onto hers. And then, he smiled.
    The hairs on the back of her neck stood up like she had just been hit by a lightning tribulation.
    'He's about to do something fucking crazy.'
    Her pussy clenched in anticipation.
    "Whatever you're thinking won't work on me¡ªmmm~!"
    Nadia barely got the words out before Artis fucking struck. The second her mouth opened, the bastard let go of her hand, grabbed her jaw like a goddamn villain, and swooped in.
    Before she could even process what the fuck was happening, his lips slammed onto hers, his tongue pushing in like he was invading a helpless kingdom.
    'Oh, fuck.'
    She should resist. She should slap him. She should do literally anything other than melt like a bitch in heat¡ªbut her traitorous body? Completely fucked.
    She was already under his spell, drowning in the raw dominance of his grip.
    His lips were firm, his tongue hot, and then¡ªoh shit¡ªthe soup.
    Warm liquid flowed into her mouth, and her body betrayed her even further by automatically drinking it down like she was born for this moment.
    Her eyes fluttered shut, and she sipped, letting him feed it to her, her tongue brushing against his as she swallowed every drop.
    And just when she thought it was over, she felt something else¡ªhis hand dropping down.
    Right onto her fucking tit.
    'Ohhh, shit.'
    A moment later, he finally pulled back, lips slick, eyes dark, and she gasped for air like she'd just escaped drowning.
    But did she move away?
    Nope.
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    She fucking stayed.
    "There's some on my tongue, slurp it up, baby."
    He said, his tongue hanging out like a desperate, horny puppy begging for a treat.
    "You¡­ dumb pervert¡­"
    She grumbled, but her body had other ideas as she leaned in, lips parting, her breath shaky with anticipation. S~ea??h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "That's right. Now be a good girl and clean your Daddy's tongue."
    Her heart slammed against her ribs. Heat surged through her veins.
    'Why the fuck did that sound so hot?!'
    Still, she obeyed¡ªbecause apparently, her dignity had packed up and left the building.
    Mouth wide open, she plunged forward, her tongue tangling with his, licking, sucking, fucking devouring his mouth like she was starving for it.
    She didn't just clean his tongue¡ªshe explored it, ran over his teeth, his lips, his everything.
    She was all in. A filthy little missionary on a mission to suck this man dry.
    The deeper she went, the more she felt it¡ªher pussy dripping, her thighs rubbing together, the shame fighting a losing battle against raw, unfiltered need.
    'D-Daddy¡­?! Wh-why do I like this?!'
    Then, just as her tongue was about to declare permanent residence in his mouth, his hand cupped her tits.
    Not gently.
    Her breath hitched, her tongue finally letting his go, a string of spit still connecting them as she leaned back, panting like she just ran a goddamn marathon.
    "How was it? Was it warm enough for you?"
    He smirked, his hand giving her boob one last teasing squeeze before he straightened up, towering over her.
    "Or was it¡­ too hot?"
    She didn't answer.
    She couldn't answer.
    Just blushed. Looked away. Crossed her arms in a sad attempt to preserve some dignity, even though her nipples were very fucking visible¡ªhard, perky, betraying every lie she wanted to tell.
    "Ha, anyway... I have to meet Mommy."
    Artis stretched¡ªway too much¡ªgroaning like he was putting on a damn show. And then¡ªWHAP!
    Something hot. Something heavy. Something throbbing smacked her right across the cheek.
    The fuck?!
    Nadia froze. Her brain short-circuited. What the hell just hit me¡ª?!
    Then she saw it. Felt it.
    It was his cock. His big, veiny, ridiculous monster of a cock, out in the wild, stretching from her ear to the fucking sky.
    "Oh my? Forgive me, dear Nadia."
    Artis said, voice smooth as silk, acting like he didn't just dickslap her into another dimension.
    "These pants are too small to contain him. He just¡­ escaped while I was stretching."
    'Escaped?'
    Like his cock had prison break instincts?!
    She opened her mouth¡ªwhether to scream or gasp, she wasn't sure¡ªbut just as she did, the fat, bulbous tip bounced against her lips.
    Nadia stiffened.
    The thick, heady musk of pure testosterone and sweat hit her nose like a drug. She swore she felt her pussy clench just from the scent alone.
    He kept stretching like he was oblivious¡ªlike his goddamn pulsing, throbbing, swinging beast wasn't right in her fucking face, taunting her, making her lips tremble with¡­ something dangerous.
    She side-eyed the thing, swallowing hard.
    Her eyes traced the thick, pulsing veins, the sheer fucking length of it, the way the tip twitched like it knew she was staring.
    This bastard was doing it on purpose.
    She knew it.
    And goddammit¡­ it was working.
    "Ah, I heard you went shopping with your friends last night? You've been frequenting this, Nadia."
    His voice was casual, too casual¡ªlike he wasn't standing there, letting his big-ass cock throb right in her face like some smug, perverted deity.
    She side-eyed the damn thing.
    Her lips trembled. Her eyes widened.
    'This motherfucker.'
    He knew.
    He knew what she was feeling, knew how flustered she was, knew she was fighting the urge to just open wide and¡ª
    'Bastard!'
    But what could she do? Run? Scream? Pretend she didn't want his attention when that was all she fucking craved?
    No.
    The only option was to endure this.
    No¡ªfuck that¡ªshe was going to enjoy this torture. Because goddammit, this was the most attention she'd gotten from him in days, and if his cock wanted to haunt her, then fine¡ªshe'd let it.
    "¡ªadia! Nadia! Are you here? What are you t¡ªeh?"
    His voice yanked her back to reality, but reality was fucking rude because the red-hot throbbing monster in front of her wasn't going anywhere.
    If anything, the damn thing pulsed harder, like it knew it had her attention.
    "N-nothing! J-just shopping matters¡­"
    She sucked in a breath, a fatal mistake. His thick, musky scent invaded her senses, clogging her brain with nothing but raw, primal man.
    "Is that so? Make sure you pay them, okay? Or else¡­ you remember how security used to check suspicious women back in the day, right?"
    His words were crude, but Nadia couldn't focus on anything except the massive cock casually grazing against her lips, like it was teasing her.
    Then¡ªhe took a step to the side.
    Now, the beast was parallel to her face, hovering just inches away from her mouth.
    So fucking close.
    "Ah, yes. Yes, I will. Don't worry."
    But she was worried.
    'Just a few centimeters¡­ just a few more centimeters and I can wrap my lips around it¡­'
    Nadia bit her lip. Her hands shook.
    Her patience?
    Gone.
    Then he suddenly got an idea. A perverted idea, as usual...

 Chapter 109 Gawking on that thing!

    "Good girl¡­"
    His voice dripped with smug satisfaction, the kind that made Nadia want to either slap him or drop to her knees and worship the cock that was currently wiggling in front of her like a hypnotic pendulum.
    And oh, the bastard was moving it¡ªjust a little¡ªleft, right, left, right. The subtle, teasing motions barely brushed against her lips, but that was enough.
    Her mouth betrayed her.
    She wasn't even trying to kiss it, but her lips puckered instinctively, her brain short-circuiting as his thick, throbbing cock booped her mouth in a way that could only be described as obscene.
    Like some horny, overconfident beast, his dick was just tapping her lips repeatedly, like it was knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer.
    'Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
    She was losing it.
    Her fingers dug into her thighs, nails pressing deep as she fought the urge to just open her mouth and let that monster slide right in.
    Her whole body was practically vibrating with tension, every cell screaming at her to just¡ªjust go for it.
    And then, just as she was teetering on the edge of all reason¡ª
    "Anyway, I'm going to the kitchen."
    She barely processed his words, still too focused on the literal anaconda bobbing in front of her face.
    Then¡ª
    "Can you put him back in my pants? I'm too tired for it. Just push it back into the zipper."
    Nadia's brain flatlined.
    She slowly lifted her gaze, locking eyes with this absolute menace of a man, her expression caught between shock, disbelief, and the sheer, overwhelming urge to murder him on the spot.
    "P-put it back? In the pant?"
    Like she was some kind of dick butler? Was she supposed to tuck it in like a baby being put to bed?!
    "Yes. Just push him inside the pant and zip it up."
    He said it like he was asking her to straighten his tie or adjust his fucking collar¡ªlike this was the most normal request in the world.
    Nadia blinked up at him, her brain stuttering like an old car in winter.
    "O-okay¡­"
    Okay? Did she just say okay?!
    If it had been anyone else¡ªliterally any other woman¡ªhis cock would've been chopped up and fed to the dogs by now. But nope. Not Nadia.
    She just nodded, like this was a completely normal request, like stuffing a fully armed, veiny war machine back into a cramped fabric prison was an everyday chore.
    "Good girl."
    He stepped back slightly, making room for her.
    Nadia scraped her chair back, hesitating for a moment before shifting her body to the side, directly facing his monstrous cock.
    And oh, it was right there.
    The fat, bulbous tip glistened slightly, almost mocking her, like it knew she wanted to devour it just as badly as it wanted to ruin her. It was daring her. A challenge.
    'You won't do it, bitch. You won't¡ª'
    She swallowed hard.
    Her trembling fingers wrapped around it, the heat of his cock pulsing against her palm. Fuck, it was heavy.
    Taking a deep breath, she gently angled it downward, attempting to shove it back into the tiny opening of his zipper.
    It didn't budge.
    She tried again, pushing harder.
    Nope. Not happening.
    The thing was fully armed and operational. It was like trying to jam a rocket launcher into a fucking pencil case.
    She adjusted her grip and pushed the thick head forward, attempting to force it in. The resistance was ridiculous. His cock barely fit past the waistband, let alone through the actual zipper hole.
    "Fucking hell¡­"
    She muttered, shifting in frustration.
    "Having trouble, sweetheart?"
    'Oh, this smug asshole.'
    Her eyes shot up to glare at him, only to find his eyes gleaming with pure amusement. He knew exactly what he was doing.
    And worse?
    So did his damn cock.
    She huffed, frustration bubbling inside her as she used both hands to pry open the tiny zipper, desperately trying to force the beast inside.
    It wasn't working.
    The fat, swollen tip was right there, touching the zipper, teasing her, mocking her¡ªlike it was saying, "Nice try, bitch, but I ain't going anywhere."
    "Please¡­ just go in¡­"
    Nadia whispered, her voice soft, almost pleading.
    To anyone else, it looked like she was diligently failing at stuffing his cock away¡ªbut to Artis? Oh, to him, she was giving the world's most accidental, most hilariously tragic handjob.
    He smirked, watching her struggle.
    "It's too thick¡­ too veiny¡­ too big¡­ too monstrous¡­ It won't fit¡­" she mumbled, completely entranced by the sheer size of the thing, staring at it like it was some kind of ancient, divine artifact.
    Artis grinned.
    "Softer?" she continued in a trance, her lips barely an inch away from the tip. "You need to make it softer¡­"
    Her voice was dreamy, distant¡ªlike she was speaking to the cock itself.
    Artis, on the other hand, wasn't even paying attention.
    "Hmmm¡­ I wonder how I can do that¡ª"
    His nose twitched.
    "Ohhh fuck¡ªwait, I think¡ªah shit¡ªA BIG SNEEZE IS COMING!"
    His frantic yell snapped Nadia out of her cock-hypnosis. She looked up, blinking in confusion.
    "What??"
    "AHHH-CHOOOO!!!"
    Artis exploded with the most violent, earth-shattering sneeze of his life¡ªand for some ungodly reason, his big-ass hand grabbed the back of Nadia's head just as she innocently opened her mouth to question him.
    SHOVE.
    His cock went straight down her throat.
    Both of them froze.
    The room went silent.
    Nadia's brain completely shut down.
    "S-slrp~"
    Nadia's muffled attempt at a question was reduced to a wet, squelching sound around his cock, her voice lost somewhere between her stretched lips and the thick length lodged deep in her throat. Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire
    Her eyes watered. Her mouth watered. Hell, her whole soul was drowning in drool.
    Meanwhile, Artis¡ªthe absolute bastard¡ªsighed in relief like he had barely survived some life-threatening disaster.
    "Ughh¡­ that was close¡­ Sorry, dear Nadia."
    'Sorry?!'
    This motherfucker apologized like he accidentally knocked over a drink¡ªNOT like he just shoved his cock down her throat with the force of a goddamn sneeze-powered battering ram.
    And he didn't even pull out!
    'Oh no.'
    Instead, he moved back just a little¡ªenough for her to gasp in some air, but not enough to free her mouth from the imprisonment of his dick.
    Nadia's brain was fucking fried.
    Her lips were still parted, her mouth wide open, her tongue numb. Not from shock.
    From the taste.
    It flooded her senses¡ªthick, salty, musky, intoxicating.
    She swore she could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, like his cock was fucking breathing inside her mouth.
    Her mind?
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    Her pussy?
    Leaking.
    And yet, instead of processing what the actual fuck just happened, all her brain could do was replay the sensation of it. The weight. The heat. The way it had forced its way in, stretching her lips, her jaw¡ª
    "Oh man, what a nasty one¡­"
    Artis mumbled absentmindedly, shaking his head, as if he was talking about the sneeze¡ªnot the fact that his dick was still throbbing in her fucking mouth.
    And then.
    He started moving her head.
    Just a little.
    Back and forth.
    Like he was adjusting a fucking joystick.
    Like she was some kind of living, breathing cock sleeve.
    And the worst part?
    She wasn't even resisting.
    "Maybe there'll be another one¡­ hmm, well, maybe not¡­ but oh well¡­"
    "Slurp~"
    A thick string of saliva dripped down from her parted lips, clinging to her chin before snapping onto her chest. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy with pleasure, as she let out a satisfied hum.
    "I don't know what the fuck is in the air, but I'm sneezing a lot."
    "Gawk gawk gawk"
    She didn't even pause her rhythm, her head bobbing like she was trying to win an eating contest with no hands.
    "I don't think I'll sneeze again, so Nadia, please continue. Make him go into the pant, okay?"
    Her brain barely processed the words.
    She knew he was talking, his voice vibrating in the background like an unnecessary narrator, but her mind was completely fixated on one thing¡ªthe thick, pulsing cock sliding in and out of her throat like it was custom-built for it.
    Everything was sloppy, messy¡ªher chin, her lips, even her fucking collarbone was glistening with spit, and she didn't give a single fuck.
    "Mmmmmmmm~~"
    A deep, sultry moan escaped her lips, vibrating right against the cock stuffing her mouth. Her throat clenched involuntarily, making him groan, and the sound sent a new wave of heat straight between her thighs.
    'Fuck it.'
    She gave in completely, embracing the filth, the depravity, the sheer mess of it all. If she was going to have her mouth stuffed full of dick, she might as well enjoy the ride.
    "Slrrppp~ Gawk gawk"
    The wet, obscene symphony of her mouth working overtime echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls like the soundtrack of sin itself.
    To do this in open air was nothing short of insanity, and this insanity was about to be discovered by an over worked guard...

 Chapter 110 Enter, the Husband!

    "Slrrp~ Slrrp~"
    Her head bobbed, her tongue working like a damn overachiever trying to win Employee of the Month.
    Artis grinned, gripping her head and pushing her forward just a little more¡ªjust enough to remind her who was in charge.
    She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, her body adjusting, her throat preparing for the onslaught like a gladiator stepping into the arena.
    "Slrrp~"
    "Mmm, seems like you've got an idea of what you're doing. Feels fucking amazing. Now, do that more."
    "Gawk~ Gawk~ Grghh~"
    She obeyed instantly, her mouth stretching wider like she was trying to unlock a hidden jaw evolution.
    Her head moved with determination, but the truth was, she wasn't even the one moving it. Artis's hands were on her, controlling the rhythm, making her go faster, deeper, sloppier.
    At this point, thinking was a lost cause. Logic? Gone. Dignity? Also gone. The only thing in her brain was cock, cock, cock. And lucky for her¡ªshe had one.
    "Ohhh yeah~, that's it."
    Artis groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
    "Good girl, Nadia. Keep going, keep moving."
    "Sllllurrrrpppp~"
    The sheer enthusiasm had Artis gripping her head tighter, his hips moving on their own like his body had disconnected from his brain and was now running purely on instinct.
    Nadia's head was moving like a damn piston, all rhythm and no hesitation, her enthusiasm at a level that would put professional competitors to shame.
    His grip tightened, his fingers digging into her hair, his breath hitching.
    And then¡ªthere it was. That telltale shudder. That full-body oh-fuck-this-is-happening moment.
    He was about to explode.
    She knew. He knew. Hell, if there were any spirits in the afterlife watching this scene, they knew.
    "Oh shit!! Here it comes! Drink up, slut!"
    Artis groaned, his voice shaking like a man seeing the gates of heaven swing open.
    And then¡ªBOOM.
    His cock throbbed hard, and then¡ªholy fuck¡ªthe floodgates burst open. Thick, hot, potent-as-fuck ropes shot straight down her throat like she was chugging from the holy grail of depravity.
    "Gluck~ slurp~ gurgle~"
    Nadia didn't flinch, didn't gag¡ªno hesitation, no retreat, just vibes. She took every drop, swallowing like a woman who had discovered her true purpose in life.
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    She lost track of time. Had it been seconds? Minutes? Eras? She was just there, drinking, gulping, letting out little moans as she swallowed, while Artis above her looked like he had been struck by divine intervention.
    His groans dragged out, his body shaking, his soul leaving his body for a brief moment¡ªuntil, finally, it ended.
    His shudders died down, his grip in her hair loosened, and instead of the rough, commanding hold, his fingers slid into something softer¡ªhis hand now caressing her head like she was the best damn thing that had ever happened to him.
    Cock still in her mouth, Nadia looked up at him like a puppy begging for a treat, her wide eyes glistening with obedience and something even filthier.
    Spit and drool mixed with thick streaks of cum dribbled down her chin, clinging to her lips, dripping onto her tits like an unholy baptism.
    The whole picture was so fucking obscene it could make a priest rethink his vows.
    Artis let out a satisfied chuckle.
    "Good girl."
    He kept petting, his fingers combing through her hair like he was rewarding his favorite pet.
    "Good girl, good girl¡­"
    Finally, with a slick pop, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving her lips wet and slightly parted, her breath hot against his shaft.
    The damn thing was still glistening, still throbbing slightly, resting right on her face like it belonged there.
    Nadia blinked up at him, licking her lips slowly, savoring the taste like a sommelier analyzing a fine wine.
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    "You cleaned my tongue since it had some soup in it. Aren't you gonna clean his head since¡­"
    He didn't even need to finish. She already knew.
    Without breaking eye contact, Nadia leaned in, her lips parting as she dragged her tongue up the length of his cock with the kind of dedication that should've earned her a damn medal.
    The way she wrapped those lips around the head again, giving it a slow, deliberate swirl with her tongue¡ªfuck, it was almost spiritual.
    Artis groaned, resting a hand on her cheek.
    "Good girl. Now, push him back into my pants and zip it up."
    There was something so deliciously degrading about it¡ªlike tucking a well-fed beast back into its cage.
    She pressed one last, sinful kiss onto the head of his cock¡ªlike a worshiper leaving an offering at the altar of depravity.
    Slowly, she pulled away, her lips still glistening, her breath warm against his length. Her gaze never wavered, locked onto his shaft like it was the center of her fucking universe.
    It was semi-hard now¡ªnot the raging steel-hard battering ram it had been, but something more... flexible. Like a coiled beast, relaxed but ready, just waiting for an excuse to pounce.
    "Push it back into my pants and zip it up."
    His voice snapped her out of her daze. She blinked, then gulped¡ªher throat working visibly as she nodded, a little too eager to obey.
    Her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it a tentative squeeze, like she was testing its current state.
    "It's soft... not hard like before¡­"
    She whispered, almost in awe, as if she had just discovered some ancient, sacred knowledge.
    Artis let out a low chuckle, watching with amusement as she gingerly tucked his cock back into the confines of his pants, like she was putting away a valuable artifact.
    Once it was nestled safely inside, she carefully pulled the zipper up, biting her lip as she did, as if mourning the temporary farewell.
    Click. Locked away. For now.
    Artis grinned, reaching out to ruffle her hair like she was his prize-winning pet.
    "What a good girl you are, Nadia¡­"
    She practically preened under his touch, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, accepting his praise like a cat basking in the sun.
    And then¡ªBAM!
    The door suddenly slid open, slamming against the wall.
    Both their heads snapped toward the intruder, eyes wide, expressions frozen.
    For a second, there was only silence. The kind of silence that happened when someone walked into a room and immediately regretted everything.
    Artis didn't move. Nadia didn't move. His cock twitched.
    And the poor bastard at the door? He just stood there, blinking, processing, the gears in his head desperately trying to make sense of what the fuck he just walked into.
    At the door stood Chen, looking like he had just crawled out of a goddamn grave.
    Dark circles hung under his eyes like he hadn't slept in weeks, his already thin frame now resembling a malnourished street beggar.
    He was even skinnier than the last time Artis had seen him¡ªlike life itself had been sucking him dry.
    But nothing could compare to the sight that greeted him.
    His wife, Nadia, looking thoroughly ruined.
    Her lips, swollen and glistening. Her chin, smeared with spit, drool, and a thick, milky-white mess that had dripped down to her heaving tits, pooling between them like a goddamn sacrament.
    Her body was gleaming with sweat, her breath uneven, her expression somewhere between frustration and satisfaction.
    And Artis looked as smug as ever. Relaxed. Smirking. Standing there like he owned the place¡ªand possibly his wife.
    Chen's feet moved on instinct, carrying him forward in quick strides. He came to a halt just a few feet away, his sunken, tired eyes darting between his wife and the man beside her.
    Nadia held her breath.
    She wanted to scream at him, she wanted to unleash all her pent-up anger, but the truth was¡ªfuck, the man just looked pitiful. A shell of his former self. Meanwhile, her Art was growing sexier by the goddamn second.
    The contrast was unbearable.
    "Hmph!"
    She let out an exaggerated huff, snapping her head to the side with the kind of sass only a woman who had just been properly handled could muster.
    Her arms crossed tightly over her chest¡ªpushing her breasts up just enough to make her point.
    Chen's dazed, exhausted expression contorted with confusion. His brows furrowed, his lips parted slightly as his foggy brain attempted to process what the fuck he was seeing.
    Then, finally¡ª
    "W-What's that on your chin?"
    Even through the haze of sleep deprivation, starvation, and whatever existential crisis he was going through, he could see it.
    That white liquid. That obscene, undeniable evidence. Not just on her lips, but trailing down her fucking tits.
    She didn't even flinch. Didn't wipe it away. Didn't even bother looking guilty. Instead, she let the corner of her mouth curl into the slightest smirk.
    Artis had been this close to stepping in, maybe throwing out some half-assed excuse about the whiteness being from the soup or some shit because that was a good idea.
    The soup was creamy and was in white in colour, her lips and tits were smeared with creamy and white substance, so it was only logical to the say it.
    But Nadia?
    Nadia didn't give a fuck.
    "Cum."

 Chapter 111 Fingering the Dying Star!

    "Cum."
    The word left her lips as casually as if she were commenting on the goddamn weather.
    Chen's eyes nearly popped out of his gaunt, sleep-deprived skull.
    "What?!"
    Nadia turned to him slowly, deliberately, her lips curling into something between a sneer and a smirk.
    "I said cum, Chen. You know what cum is, right? Sperm. Jizz. Man-juice. Cock-cream." She gestured to her chin and lips, both glistening obscenely. "That's what's on my face. Because I just had a fat dick in my mouth."
    She let that marinate. Let it sink into his frail, malnourished little brain.
    Artis nearly choked on his own spit.
    Chen, meanwhile, stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck carrying a shipment of dildos.
    His lips opened and closed, but no sound came out¡ªjust pathetic, strangled wheezes of disbelief.
    Nadia, however, wasn't done.
    "Hmph!"
    With a loud, exaggerated huff, she snapped to her feet. Her chair scraped across the floor with a violent screech before toppling over behind her with a loud thud.
    "I swear to fucking God, I can't even eat in peace in my own damn house!"
    She planted her foot down hard, the slap of skin against wood ringing through the room.
    And from Artis' vantage point¡ªwhich just so happened to be way too fucking close¡ªhe had a glorious view of what that movement did to her body.
    Her tits bounced. Her ass jiggled. Like some kind of high-definition porno physics engine was at work.
    And then¡ª
    Drip.
    A thin, glistening trail of wetness slithered down the inside of her thigh, catching the light just right.
    Artis had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.
    Chen, on the other hand?
    He just stood there¡ªshaking, trembling, and very likely questioning every single fucking life choice that had led him to this moment.
    "Go on, eat it, if that's what you want! I d-d-don't w-w-want your... your stupid fucking face near me at all!"
    Nadia was spewing some hot, angry nonsense, her voice shaky from rage¡ªor at least, that's what she wanted to believe.
    Because at that moment, she felt a hand grab two fat handfuls of her ass cheeks and spread them apart like he was parting the gates of heaven.
    'What the¡ª?!'
    Artis was standing right behind her, and the bastard didn't even have to fucking strain to reach her ass¡ªhis hands naturally found their way to her plush, bouncy cheeks like they were made for his grip.
    Her entire body went stiff as those sinful fingers pried her fluffy, jiggly ass cheeks apart like they were opening a damn treasure chest.
    And Chen had no fucking clue.
    He was standing in front of her, looking all innocent and confused while some bold bastard behind her was taking full advantage of the situation.
    Since Chen was completely out of normalcy with his insomnia and lack of nutritious food, he didn't even see the sinful fingers running up and down the soft curves of her ass, kneading, squeezing¡ªplaying.
    "Hmm, Nadia, I don't want any trouble. I just want to rest..."
    Chen sighed, raising his hands in defense, completely unaware that his wife was currently being fondled in broad daylight.
    'Are you fucking serious?!'
    This damn fool had no idea his wife's ass was getting groped, spread, and finger-teased right in front of him.
    Artis was bold¡ªnot only was he fondling her like she was free real estate, but his sinful fingers were running dangerously close to a place her own husband had ever dared to touch before.
    Her breathing hitched. Her face? Red as a tomato.
    "W-Who cares?"
    Nadia scoffed, arms crossed beneath her chest in an attempt to look defiant, but her voice betrayed her. It came out unsteady, breathy, like a woman teetering on the edge of something dangerous.
    Chen, standing there like a half-starved beggar, squinted at her through sleep-deprived eyes, completely unaware of the war waging beneath her carefully crafted expression. He probably thought she was angry.
    He couldn't have been more wrong.
    Because the real reason she was trembling had nothing to do with frustration and everything to do with the sinful fingers teasing the forbidden space between her ass cheeks.
    'N-No! Not there!'
    Her thighs clenched involuntarily, her entire body going taut as Artis ran his fingers over the puckered entrance in slow, taunting circles.
    It was deliberate. Teasing. Just barely enough pressure to make her body light up like an inferno but not enough to push her over the edge.
    She tried to step forward, but Artis only pressed in harder, his fingers ghosting over her asshole like he was testing its resistance.
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    "Come on, Nadia, give him a break."
    The asshole had the nerve to speak casually, stepping up beside her while still playing with her rear like she was a goddamn toy.
    His voice was smooth as silk, calm, collected¡ªcompletely at odds with the filthy things his hands were doing to her.
    She snapped her head toward him, wide-eyed, her lips parted as if she wanted to protest, to tell him to stop. But Artis only smirked, as if he could see every thought running through her head, and none of them scared him.
    "The guy's been working overtime since the ginseng mess and the matriarch issue. Cut him some slack already."
    "Hmph."
    She huffed, turning away sharply, her arms still crossed, though the act of shifting her weight only made her shiver as Artis' fingers traced a slow, torturous path around her rim.
    And then¡ª
    He pressed in just a little deeper.
    Nadia stiffened. Every muscle in her body seized up, and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from gasping.
    She could feel it now. The heat between her legs. The slickness gathering with every sinful stroke of his fingers.
    "You tell her, Brother in law. I just need some sleep."
    Chen groaned, stretching his arms lazily while yawning¡ªcompletely fucking unaware that, at that exact moment, Artis's index finger was slipping into forbidden territory.
    Nadia's eyes blew wide. Her whole body stiffened.
    'OH, FUCK¡ªNO!'
    A tiny, wet squelch sounded as the tip breached her tight entrance, making her toes curl.
    She clenched around the intrusion, but that only made things worse¡ªher traitorous body sucking him in deeper like she wanted this filth to happen.
    Meanwhile, the fucking audacity of Artis. The man didn't even flinch. He looked over at Chen¡ªcalm, collected, like he wasn't currently finger-fucking his wife's ass in broad daylight.
    "Oh?" Chen yawned. "What's that sound?" His brow furrowed as he lazily scanned the room. "A¡­ squelching noise?"
    Chen's sleepy voice made Nadia's soul leave her body.
    'Holy shit¡ªHE HEARD IT!'
    Her heart pounded. Her mouth opened¡ªto say something, anything¡ªbut nothing came out except a pathetic little whimper.
    Chen scratched his head, still groggy.
    "Or maybe I'm just hearing things¡­"
    Chen yawned again.
    "Since Nadia is being a bitch, brother in law, why don't you go sleep in my room?"
    His voice was so casual, so fucking normal¡ªlike he wasn't currently pushing his finger deeper into her trembling ass.
    She shot him another pleading look¡ªdesperate, mortified, teary-eyed.
    'STOP, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!'
    But Artis? Oh no. That sadistic prick had other plans.
    He pulled out¡ªslow, deliberate¡ªthen raised his glistening finger to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he licked it clean with an obscene slurp.
    Nadia nearly fainted.
    Before she could even process the horror, his wet finger was back¡ªcoated in his own spit, pressing right against her twitching hole again.
    Prying. Pushing. Invading.
    Her whole body shuddered.
    "Ahh... that's a good idea, brother in law... thank you."
    "N-no... he shouldn't... h-he's not allowed..."
    Nadia's voice wavered, her entire body trembling like a goddamn leaf. Artis, that smug bastard, just kept working his sinful fingers¡ªslowly but steadily stretching her out, one wicked inch at a time.
    Her tight hole clenched, trying to fight back, but fuck, he was relentless.
    First, just the tip.
    Then a little more¡ªhalfway in.
    Then three-quarters, her muscles twitching around him.
    And finally¡ªfuck¡ªhis entire index finger sank inside.
    She nearly choked on air.
    Chen, the blissfully unaware husband, turned his head at her weird stammering.
    "Why? What's the problem now?"
    Nadia's soul left her body. She was about to lose it¡ªnot from anger, but from Artis's sinful fingers buried deep where no finger had ever fucking gone before.
    "N-nothing. J-j-just go."
    She flailed a hand at him in a totally not suspicious way, her other hand gripping the table so fucking tight she thought she might snap the wood in half.
    Nadia's mind was screaming.
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    She barely managed to hold still. Every muscle in her body was tensed¡ªher ass clenching, her thighs trembling, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.
    If she came right here, in the middle of the fucking house, while everyone was around¡ªshe would never live it down.
    'And holy fuck¡ªI just sucked his cock without even thinking about the fact that someone could walk in on us. What the fuck am I doing?!'
    She shook her head violently, trying to regain some kind of control, but then¡ª
    SCHLICK¡ª
    Artis pulled his finger all the way out... and then plunged it right back in.
    Nadia's knees buckled.
    Her eyes rolled back.
    A moan¡ªlow, breathy, embarrassingly needy¡ªescaped her throat before she could fucking stop it.
    'FUCK¡ªOH FUCK¡ªNO, NO, NO¡ª'

 Chapter 112 On To His Face!

    "J-just fucking go already!! I don't want to see your face at all!!!"
    Nadia's voice cracked, her entire body trembling as she stomped her foot on the floor¡ª
    Big. Fucking. Mistake.
    The shift in her stance made her ass press back just right, and Artis¡ªwho was already knuckle-deep in her sinful little hole¡ªsaw his golden opportunity.
    With a sly smirk, he slid in a second finger.
    "AHH¡ª!"
    Her moan shot out before she could stop it, her eyes widening in horror.
    Her fucking husband was standing right there.
    Her fucking husband who, by some miracle of god, didn't hear the depraved sound she just made.
    Chen, oblivious as ever, sighed dramatically.
    "Why? What did I do¡ª"
    "BASTARD! I TOLD YOU TO GET LOST! GET LOST!!!"
    Her face was red as hell¡ªa combination of fury, embarrassment, and the absolute filth Artis was doing to her body behind Chen's back.
    She was this close to losing her fucking mind.
    And Artis? That evil prick was pushing his fingers deeper, stretching her out, scissoring inside her while she was having a full-blown domestic argument.
    The audacity.
    Chen squinted at her suspiciously. "The hell is your problem?"
    Nadia's lips wobbled. Her knees wobbled. Hell, her entire soul was wobbling at this point.
    But she kept her ground, forcing a scowl. "GO. TO. FUCKING. SLEEP."
    Chen narrowed his eyes one last time, then huffed. "Whatever. I'll deal with your weird ass later."
    And with that, he finally turned away.
    Nadia's body almost relaxed¡ª
    Until Artis suddenly curled his fingers inside her.
    "Nnnghh~!!!"
    She bit her tongue so hard she thought she might taste blood.
    Her entire body convulsed, her hips bucking involuntarily¡ª
    And just when she thought she couldn't handle another fucking second of this torture¡ª
    "What is that noise¡ªoh!"
    Juliana's voice rang out as she stepped into the room, casually dusting flour off her apron, only to freeze mid-motion at the sight in front of her.
    The scene was something straight out of a filthy porno, and for a moment, she just stared, taking in every single depraved detail.
    Nadia stood there trembling, her flimsy nightie barely covering the thick curve of her thighs, while Artis, standing right behind her, had his fingers wedged deep between her plush ass cheeks.
    The intimate way his hand was buried between them left no room for doubt about what was happening, and the way Nadia's entire body shuddered only made it even clearer.
    For a few seconds, no one spoke. The only sound in the room was Nadia's shaky breathing and the barely audible, sinful squelch of Artis's fingers still working her open.
    Then, finally, Nadia managed to choke out a broken, breathless attempt at words.
    "Ahh, Mo-m¡­ I-I-I¡ªnghj~"
    She turned her head toward Juliana, her eyes wide with panic, but her body remained frozen in place.
    If she moved, if she turned even an inch, her husband, standing just a few feet away, would see everything. He would see Artis's hand buried deep between her ass cheeks, fingers teasing exactly where they shouldn't be.
    "Th-this isn't what it looks like¡­!"
    She gasped, though her voice was anything but convincing.
    Desperation took over as she frantically reached for the hem of her nightie, trying to yank it down to cover her indecency.
    But Artis took that exact moment to push his fingers deeper, making her body jerk violently in response.
    Juliana, standing there like an unfortunate audience member to a live porno, felt her eyes widen in sheer disbelief.
    Her poor, dear Nadia¡ªher sweet, feisty, always-in-control dughter¡ªwas currently bent forward with Artis's fingers deep in her ass.
    Juliana's face turned a furious shade of red, both from secondhand embarrassment and the fucking sheer indecency of what was unfolding in broad daylight.
    Her eyes darted toward Artis, only to find the smug bastard already looking right at her with a shit-eating grin, as if daring her to say something.
    And just because he was a menace to society, he decided to pump his fingers harder, his hand moving like he was trying to milk every filthy sound out of Nadia.
    Nadia's whole body jerked violently, her knees threatening to buckle, and she let out a strangled gasp, her fingers clawing at her own nightie in a last-ditch effort to keep herself together.
    'FUCK!'
    Her mind screamed as her ass clenched around his fingers, trying to resist the overwhelming stimulation.
    But Artis gave zero fucks about her predicament and continued to mercilessly pump his fingers in and out, the wet, sinful sounds loud enough to be fucking dangerous.
    Juliana, now fully aware that she was watching some depraved, ass-stuffing drama that she definitely didn't sign up for, took a step back, her hands raised in surrender.
    "N-never mind!" she blurted out, her words tumbling over each other in her haste to escape. "I-I-it's your family matter! I'm OUT!"
    With an Olympic-level pivot, she spun on her heels and all but fled back into the kitchen, because fuck this entire situation.
    "M-mom¡ªngh~~!"
    Nadia tried to call out, but fuck, fuck, fuck, Artis curled his fingers inside her at just the right angle, and she barely managed to swallow down a broken moan before it could escape.
    Chen, completely oblivious to the absolute filth happening right under his nose, let out a tired sigh, rubbing his temple like he was the one suffering here.
    "I'm out."
    He said, giving zero fucks about whatever nonsense was happening behind him.
    He turned on his heels and made his way toward Artis's room, sliding the door open and closing it behind him without another word.
    Nadia stood frozen, her entire body locked up, barely breathing until she heard the final click of the sliding door.
    Only then did she finally snap, biting down hard on her own hand as a loud, filthy moan ripped out of her, her whole body shaking violently.
    She wanted to fucking die. Or cum. Or both.
    She shook her head frantically, her body betraying her as an uncontrollable shudder wracked through her spine.
    Every muscle in her lower half tensed as a wave of sensation crashed into her, leaving her breathless.
    'Ahh!!'
    Her mind screamed, but her lips remained sealed, her teeth clamping down in a desperate attempt to swallow the filthy noises threatening to spill out.
    Artis's fingers showed no mercy, his relentless assault forcing her thighs to tremble like a newborn deer, her knees giving out under the sheer intensity.
    She had no choice but to let her entire weight fall against his arm, her ass helplessly propped up for his amusement.
    "You're really something, Nadia."
    "Y-you¡­ bastard¡­!"
    She choked out, barely able to form words as she instinctively reached for the edge of the table, her fingers gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
    She bit down on her lower lip so hard it almost drew blood, anything to keep herself from letting out the desperate, needy moans bubbling in her throat.
    But then¡ªoh, fuck no.
    A new sensation made her entire body lock up in panic. It was warm, slick, and undeniably bold.
    Something pressed against her pussy.
    Her eyes flew open in shock, and she twisted her head back to see the absolute depraved sight behind her.
    Artis was crouched low, his face mere inches from her spread ass cheeks, watching with unholy fascination as she trembled.
    His eyes were locked onto her with a gaze so hungry, so fucking depraved, it sent a whole new wave of shame and arousal surging through her.
    And if that wasn't bad enough, both of his hands were now sinfully buried in her most intimate places.
    One was still working her poor, abused asshole, fingers mercilessly pumping in and out, while the other had found its way to her sopping wet pussy, his fingers slick with her arousal as they teasingly traced along her swollen folds.
    'FUCK!!'
    Her mind short-circuited, her entire body tensing up so hard she thought she might fucking snap in half. She could barely breathe, her grip on the table tightening until her fingertips turned white.
    "You're soaking wet, Nadia."
    Artis murmured, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as his index finger teased along her achingly slick folds.
    The slow, agonizing intrusion sent a violent tremor through her body, her hips betraying her as they involuntarily bucked forward, desperate for more.
    Her body was a fucking mess¡ªher ass unconsciously pushing back onto the fingers working her tight hole while her needy pussy shamelessly ground against his other hand, slicking his fingers with sinful proof of her arousal.
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    Every nerve was on fire, every muscle in her legs quivering like she was standing on the edge of a fucking cliff, about to free-fall into oblivion.
    And then, she did.
    The earth-shattering climax hit her like a lightning strike, her entire body locking up for a split second before snapping into a helpless, uncontrollable shudder.
    "Ahhhh!!!!!"
    The sound ripped from her throat in a raw, unfiltered moan, her legs finally betraying her as they gave out completely.
    Before she could even comprehend what was happening, she collapsed backward¡ªstraight onto his fucking face.

 Chapter 113 Day After Shyness

    The sudden impact caught Artis completely off guard. One moment, he was teasing her, the next, he had a full-ass view¡ªliterally¡ªof Nadia's plush, jiggling cheeks as they completely smothered his face.
    She could feel his surprised grunt muffled between her soft flesh, his breath hot against her soaking wet folds.
    He hadn't been prepared for the weight of her gorgeous, bouncing ass slamming down onto him, and he lost balance, toppling backward onto the floor with a loud thud.
    But Nadia? Oh, she landed perfectly.
    Still in the throes of her orgasm, she found herself straddling his face, her trembling thighs squeezing his head as she rode out the aftershocks of her release.
    "Nghhhh!!!!!!"
    Her mouth hung open, drool slipping from the corner of her lips as her body continued to shudder uncontrollably.
    The sensation was fucking overwhelming¡ª her mind blanking out as her hips instinctively ground down on his face, rubbing her swollen, throbbing pussy against his lips.
    Artis, instead of fighting it, embraced his goddamn fate.
    With a deep, satisfied groan, he latched onto her dripping cunt like a starved man at a feast, his tongue plunging between her folds, lapping up every bit of her slick arousal like it was the sweetest fucking nectar.
    She could feel his tongue delve deep, flicking against her sensitive clit with expert precision, sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through her overstimulated body.
    Her legs trembled, her grip on reality slipping, as she mindlessly bucked against his eager mouth, completely lost in the haze of pleasure.
    Fuck. She was still cumming.
    Nadia cursed herself to hell and back as the aftershocks of her orgasm wreaked havoc on her trembling body. She was a mess¡ªlegs wobbly, breath ragged, pussy still pulsing like a heartbeat, and worst of all, her dumb ass was still sitting on his fucking face.
    His nose. Was. In. Her. Ass.
    And the bastard was still licking her like she was a five-course meal.
    Her arms shook as she planted her hands on the floor, her nails digging into the wood as she tried to stabilize herself.
    She needed to get the fuck up before she completely lost what was left of her dignity.
    But every time she even thought about moving, his tongue would give a lazy, self-satisfied flick against her clit, making her entire body seize up like a broken wind-up toy.
    This was bad.
    No, this was worse than bad.
    This was humiliating, degrading, and¡ªfuck her¡ªway too good.
    Artis, meanwhile, was having the time of his fucking life.
    Buried under her soft, plush ass like some perverted throne? Best seat in the house. And judging by the way her thighs trembled against his cheeks, the queen was not ready to abdicate just yet.
    "Shit¡ª"
    Nadia gritted her teeth and groaned, her thighs squeezing around his head as she tried to convince her body to function like a normal goddamn person.
    She wasn't some fuck-drunk wench! She wasn't about to let this smug asshole keep her trapped in a post-orgasmic coma!
    With a sudden burst of energy that she prayed wasn't just leftover horny power, she pressed her hands into the floor, lifted her weak, trembling body, and shoved herself up and off his sinful fucking mouth.
    The second she was free, her ass clenched instinctively, as if her body already missed the attention.
    No. Nope. Not thinking about that.
    With absolute tunnel vision, she yanked her nightie down over her thoroughly ruined thighs and fucking sprinted toward her room, her legs barely cooperating as she left a shameful, sticky trail of evidence behind her.
    She didn't look back.
    She didn't speak.
    She didn't even try to justify the crime scene she was leaving behind.
    She just fucking ran.
    Artis, still flat on his back, watched her go¡ªher flustered, gasping, still-trembling figure disappearing into her room like a criminal fleeing the scene of a heist gone wrong.
    And then, he burst out laughing.
    Hard.
    'Poor girl. That ass is something else. I need to pound it¡ªand soon.'
    Artis licked his lips as he sat up, stretching his arms with the satisfaction of a man who had just feasted on forbidden fruit.
    His body still tingled with the lingering warmth of Nadia, her taste still fresh on his tongue, and his cock twitched in anticipation, hungry for more.
    He cracked his neck and turned his head toward the kitchen, where Juliana had disappeared in a flurry of embarrassment.
    The image of her standing there, wide-eyed and scandalized, was still fresh in his mind. She had seen everything. In broad daylight, no less.
    But then again, she had touched Nadia too.
    That made it fair game.
    A smirk curled at his lips as a deliciously wicked idea took shape.
    'Time to tease Mommy.'
    With lazy confidence, he pushed himself off the floor, wiping his slick fingers across his face, smearing away Nadia's divine essence like it was war paint.
    His steps were slow and deliberate, a predator stalking its next meal as he strode toward the kitchen.
    Juliana was doing her best to look busy, but Artis could see right through her.
    She stood at the stove, stirring a pot so aggressively that the contents slopped over the edges in protest.
    The wooden spoon in her hand moved like she was trying to beat the poor soup into submission. sea??h th§× n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    But her stiff shoulders, her deliberately averted gaze, and the way her thighs pressed together just a little too tightly told him everything he needed to know.
    She was flustered as hell.
    And she knew he knew it.
    He made sure to drag his feet along the wooden floor, the subtle scuffing sound announcing his presence before he leaned against the doorframe, watching her like a cat watching a trapped little bird.
    The moment she heard him, her entire body shuddered.
    She recovered quickly¡ªtoo quickly. With forced nonchalance, she adjusted her grip on the spoon and slowed her stirring, acting as if she wasn't two seconds away from combusting.
    'Heh¡­ look at her. Cute as hell.'
    Artis shook his head with an amused smirk, watching Juliana try and fail to act normal.
    She stirred that pot like it had personally wronged her, her shoulders tense, her back straight, and her whole body practically vibrating with the effort of ignoring him.
    Was he worried about her seeing him devour Nadia like a man starved? Not at all. In fact, it didn't even cross his mind.
    Why would it? This world didn't give a single fuck about monogamy. If you had power and wealth, you could have as many lovers as you damn well pleased.
    His smirk widened as a thought hit him.
    'Her only problem is that the other woman is Nadia.'
    And he was probably right. After all, Juliana knew Nadia far better than she knew him.
    'Well, I can fix that.'
    The idea alone sent a delicious shiver down his spine, his blood running hot as the mental image of both women writhing beneath him settled comfortably in his mind.
    A threesome with these two¡ªfuck, he could practically feel it in his chest.
    With another slow, deliberate step, he dragged his foot along the wooden floor again, the sharp sound cutting through the kitchen. Just as he expected, Juliana shuddered on cue.
    She was so easy to tease.
    His gaze dropped to the simple black robe hugging her curves, the fabric draping over her body like a second skin.
    The white apron tied neatly around her waist only added to the effect, making her look like a perfect little housewife¡­ one that had no idea how filthy he was about to make her.
    Fuck, she looked good.
    He let out a low whistle, letting the sound linger in the air like an invitation, but Juliana didn't turn. She didn't even flinch.
    A moment passed. No movement. No teasing remarks. No infuriating, smug bastard breathing down her neck, waiting for her to crack. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire
    Had he¡­ left?
    The thought was so ridiculous that she almost laughed¡ªalmost. Artis wasn't the type to just walk away, especially not when he had the chance to tease her into oblivion.
    Yet, as the seconds dragged on with nothing but the bubbling stew filling the silence, unease curled in her stomach.
    Her fingers tightened around the wooden spoon, and just to check¡ª**just to confirm that he was still there, still being a goddamn menace¡ª**she flicked her eyes to the side.
    And then her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.
    He wasn't there.
    'Wait. What?'
    She blinked, once, twice, spun her head around. Nothing. No Artis. Not even a lingering shadow.
    'What the fuck?'
    Where the hell did he go? That man had been practically glued to the doorframe a second ago, watching her stir this damn pot like it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Now, he was gone?
    Her stomach twisted, an annoying mix of confusion and disappointment creeping in. Her stirring quickened¡ªmore forceful, more frustrated¡ªthe spoon clanking aggressively against the pot.
    Why did it bother her so much?
    Juliana bit her lip, her face warming. Did last night mean nothing to him? He had wrecked her so thoroughly that she had questioned whether her legs even worked this morning, and now he was just¡­ vanishing without a word?
    Her grip tightened.
    'Asshole.'
    Her face burned hotter as the memory rushed in like a slap to the face.

 Chapter 114 Teasing a Mommy

    The moment she had woken up, she knew she was fucked. And not in the fun, "good morning, let's go for round four" kind of way. No, this was the 'holy shit, my legs are jelly, and I might need a goddamn wheelchair' kind of way.
    Sitting up had been a battle. Moving had been an outright war. Every shift, every flex of her thighs had sent aftershocks rippling through her, leaving her biting her lip so hard she thought she might draw blood.
    And the worst part?
    She didn't regret a single second of it.
    The embarrassment was unbearable. How the hell was she supposed to look him in the eye when her body still ached in places she hadn't even known could ache?
    Her fingers dug into the spoon.
    'Why the fuck did he leave?'
    She should feel relieved, right? Shouldn't she be happy that she didn't have to deal with his smug face gloating over how thoroughly he destroyed her last night?
    But instead, all she felt was annoyed.
    And maybe, just maybe, a little bit disappointed.
    "..."
    "..."
    She wanted to see him.
    That was the damn truth, even if she hated admitting it to herself. She wanted to see his stupid, cocky face.
    Wanted to see that smug-ass smile¡ªthe one that always made her want to slap him and kiss him in the same breath.
    And when she finally did see him, when her eyes landed on him in the living room, knuckle-deep in Nadia's ass, her brain just¡­ shut down.
    Blank. Static. Critical error.
    Not a single goddamn thought in her head.
    She should have screamed, should have at least said something, but all she could do was stand there, red-faced, watching the absolute degeneracy unfold before her.
    And why the fuck did it make her feel so... shy?
    She should have expected this, right? It's Artis. Of course, he was up to something depraved.
    Still, seeing him like that¡ªseeing Nadia bent over, his fingers pumping into her like he was playing a damn instrument¡ªwas somehow too much and not enough at the same time.
    And now, he was gone.
    Juliana swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.
    He had to be coming here next. Right? That bastard always sought her out eventually. He lived to see her flustered.
    She hesitated, then finally put the spoon down, her hands shaking just a little. With a deep breath, she turned toward the entrance of the kitchen, eyes scanning, anticipation creeping up her spine.
    Nothing.
    The kitchen was empty.
    Her stomach twisted with something she didn't want to name. Disappointment? Relief? A confusing mix of both?
    She sighed, half telling herself she should be grateful he wasn't here to witness her staring at him like some desperate schoolgirl.
    But then¡ª
    "Looking for someone?"
    The deep, familiar voice poured into her ear like sin, and her entire body jumped so violently she nearly knocked over the damn pot.
    "Ahhh¡ª!"
    Juliana spun around so fast her hair whipped her own face, her hands flying to clutch her ample chest as if her tits might pop off from the sheer force of her shock.
    And there he was.
    Artis.
    Standing right the fuck behind her, grinning like the smug, insufferable bastard he was.
    "A-A-A-Artis?!" she stammered, her voice embarrassingly high-pitched. "I-I¡ª"
    She couldn't even finish the sentence.
    Her heart was pounding, her skin burning, and fuck, she could feel the heat rolling off her body like she was about to combust.
    And he?
    He just stood there, watching her, eyes dark with amusement, taking slow, deliberate steps forward like a predator closing in on his prey.
    She wanted to move. She should move.
    Turn around. Run. Throw a goddamn spoon at his face.
    But her feet refused to cooperate, her legs locking up as he came closer.
    And by the time she even thought to react¡ª
    He was already in front of her.
    "I-uhhh¡­"
    Her voice betrayed her.
    She took a step back, but the bastard was on her like a wolf scenting weakness¡ªclosing the distance with two slow, deliberate strides.
    He was enjoying this. Of course, he was.
    The sheer cockiness in his smirk made her want to throw something at him¡­ and maybe also throw herself at him. Goddammit.
    "I what? Who were you looking for, Mommy?"
    The way he said her name made her toes curl, and she hated that. Hated how he was so cool and composed while she was standing there like a flustered, hormonal mess.
    She had no reason to be like this! It wasn't like they hadn't just spent last night fucking like wild animals.
    But then again¡­
    Last night, he was buried so deep inside her that she saw god.
    And now, he was looking at her like he wanted to give her a second spiritual awakening.
    "N-no one¡­ yes¡­ no one¡­"
    She stammered, wishing she could throttle herself for how pathetic that sounded.
    His lips curled into that damn smirk¡ªthe one that made her knees weak and her sanity crumble.
    "Is that so?"
    He took another step forward, and before she even realized it, she was retreating again, trying to escape¡ª
    Until¡ª
    THUMP.
    Her ass hit the counter. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire
    And not just hit it¡ªspread on it.
    Trapped.
    The cold wood pressed against her backside as she gripped the edge, as if somehow, she could push herself through the solid surface and disappear into another dimension. One where Artis wasn't standing in front of her looking like the physical embodiment of sin.
    "Y-yes¡­"
    She choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.
    Fucking hell.
    Her cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg, and her eyes darted around wildly, searching for anything else to focus on¡ªanything but his stupidly handsome face and those dangerous, knowing eyes.
    Because if she looked at him for too long¡­
    If she met his gaze and fell into those dark, mischievous eyes¡­
    She knew she'd melt into a helpless, wet puddle.
    Just like the one she made on the table last night.
    He took another step forward, closing the gap between them like a damn predator cornering his prey.
    Juliana refused to look at him.
    Her eyes darted frantically, searching for salvation in places where salvation did not exist. The ceiling? Nope, just wood. The bubbling pot on the stove? Nothing but soup and regret. The floor? Still the floor.
    Anything¡ªabsolutely anything¡ªexcept the man currently radiating "I'm about to ruin you" energy.
    "Who were you looking for?"
    He asked, voice silky smooth, full of amusement.
    "I-uhh¡­ n-no one¡­"
    She squeaked, her throat betraying her in real-time. Sear?h the Nov§×l?ire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Mommy."
    That deep, sexy tone? That was not fair.
    She clenched her thighs instinctively. Damn him.
    "H-hmm¡­?"
    She hummed, as if she hadn't heard him, as if she could somehow feign innocence and escape.
    But Artis was having none of it.
    He leaned in dangerously close, his body so near she could practically feel his heat melting through her clothes.
    "Look at me."
    His voice was a slow, sinful command, the kind that made her brain short-circuit.
    Her grip on the counter tightened. She was this close to throwing herself onto the stove for a distraction.
    "N-no¡­"
    She whispered, shaking her head like a malfunctioning bobblehead.
    'If I look at him, I'll die. My soul will ascend. My legs will give out. My entire existence will be over.'
    "I want you to look at me, Mommy."
    Her breathing hitched.
    "N-no¡­"
    She repeated, weaker this time.
    His smirk deepened like a man who knew damn well he was winning.
    "Look at me¡­ or else."
    Her stomach did an entire gymnastics routine.
    "O-or else what¡­?"
    Her voice cracked like a teenage boy going through puberty.
    His mischief turned wicked.
    "Or else," he murmured, his fingers tilting her chin up with sinful patience, "I'll love you just like I did last night."
    "HNGH?!"
    Her soul momentarily left her body.
    Her hands slapped over her face so fast it was a miracle she didn't knock herself out.
    "EEEEHHHH?!"
    She squealed like a middle schooler who just got her first love letter, her entire body stiff as a board.
    Artis full-on laughed.
    'Goddamn adorable.'
    His evil ass reached out, gently prying her trembling fingers away from her face, one by one, like he was unwrapping a forbidden gift.
    Then, because he was a menace to society, he brought her fingertips to his lips and pressed the slowest, most devastatingly teasing kiss onto them.
    Juliana convulsed like she'd been struck by lightning.
    "Are you shy, Mommy?"
    He murmured, his tone all honey and sin.
    She wriggled like a trapped squirrel, trying to yank herself free, but the man was built different.
    Her face was hotter than the soup behind her.
    Her dignity was in shambles.
    "Y-yes¡­ I'm s-shy¡­ last night¡­"
    Juliana clamped her mouth shut like she'd just confessed to a murder.
    Artis grinned like a man who had just found his new favorite toy.
    Before she could backpedal or throw herself out the nearest window, he tilted her chin up and planted a soft, almost too innocent kiss on her lips.

 Chapter 115 A Date? Really?

    "Y-yes¡­ I'm s-shy¡­ last night¡­"
    Juliana clamped her mouth shut like she'd just confessed to a murder.
    Artis grinned like a man who had just found his new favorite toy.
    Before she could backpedal or throw herself out the nearest window, he tilted her chin up and planted a soft, almost too innocent kiss on her lips.
    "Hmm?"
    She let out a tiny, helpless hum, biting her lip as if that would stop her from combusting.
    "You're adorable."
    Juliana made a noise that could only be described as an extremely flustered choking sound. Her hands shot up to his chest, half as a push, half as a desperate attempt to ground herself.
    "Y-you¡­ don't say stuff like that!"
    She whined, squirming in place like a woman on the verge of a mental breakdown.
    Artis, meanwhile, looked annoyingly unbothered.
    "Why not? Is it wrong?"
    He kissed her again, this time lingering, tasting, pressing just enough to make her tremble.
    She barely registered her own reaction, her hands tightening against his firm chest, her breath shaky.
    "It's¡­ it's embarrassing," she whispered, her lips still tingling.
    Artis' smirk deepened, his golden eyes darkening with amusement¡ªand something far more wicked.
    "Oh?"
    Juliana had a very bad feeling about that 'oh.'
    Then, he leaned down, lips brushing her ear, and whispered the words that sent her entire soul into the abyss:
    "I might have to pound you vigorously until you won't feel shy anymore."
    She short-circuited. Her brain exploded. Her spine stiffened so hard she nearly turned into a statue.
    "W-WHAT?!"
    Her hands, which had been resting gently on his chest, suddenly SHOVED at him like he was on fire.
    "Y-YOU!!! YOU CAN'T JUST SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!!!"
    And yet, Artis didn't budge. Didn't even stumble. The man was an immovable wall of cocky, muscular confidence, his smirk growing dangerously amused.
    "Why not? It's true." His fingers trailed down her sides, teasing the curve of her hips, his smirk downright devilish. "One night of good, hard¡ª"
    "LALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"
    Juliana slapped her hands over her ears, face redder than a tomato, fully prepared to throw herself out the window if necessary.
    But before she could execute her dramatic escape, he struck.
    A kiss.
    A real one this time. Not teasing. Not light. A deep, toe-curling, breath-stealing kiss that had her knees buckling and her sanity vanishing.
    Her arms, which had been so determined to push him away, somehow ended up tangled around his neck instead.
    Her body, which had every intention of resisting, instead melted against him, pressing into his heat, desperate for more.
    "Mmm~"
    The sound slipped past her lips before she could stop it, a soft, needy whimper.
    Artis pulled back, his grin stretching wide, eyes gleaming with pure, victorious mischief.
    "Mommy¡­" he drawled, voice smooth like honey. "Was that a moan?"
    Her heart stopped.
    Her soul left her body.
    She gasped like she'd been accused of high treason.
    "IT WAS A SNEEZE!"
    He snorted.
    "Oh? That so? Should I test it again to be sure?"
    Juliana let out an undignified screech, fully prepared to die of embarrassment.
    "You have to stop saying things like that!!"
    Juliana practically shrieked, her hands flying up in a frantic attempt to shield herself from his words¡ªas if she could physically block the sheer, unfiltered audacity coming out of his mouth.
    Artis just laughed. A deep, low, sinful chuckle that wasn't just laughter¡ªit was a damn vibration that shot straight through her, from her ears, down her spine, and between her legs like a fucking spell.
    "And why is that, Mommy?"
    She huffed, crossing her arms over her ample chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress like she could physically hold onto her composure.
    "B-because! It's not proper!"
    His smirk? Deadly. His eyes? Pure mischief. His hands?
    Oh, those sinful things slid onto her hips, fingers pressing into her curves with slow, torturous precision, like he was memorizing the shape of her.
    "Proper?"
    He mused, his thumbs drawing lazy, maddening circles against the sides of her waist.
    "You weren't worried about 'proper' when you were writhing under my cock last night. Not when your husband was watching¡ª"
    Juliana let out a strangled gasp, eyes going wide, hands shooting up as if she could physically strangle the words back into his mouth.
    "ARTIS!"
    But the demon in human flesh had the audacity to keep going.
    "The way you moaned¡­" He exhaled, his voice dropping lower, filthier. "Reminded me of a whore who hadn't cum in over a year¡ª"
    And that was it.
    Her brain short-circuited. Her entire soul combusted.
    Without thinking, she slammed her lips against his in a desperate, reckless attempt to shut him the fuck up.
    And it worked.
    For exactly half a second.
    Because the moment their lips connected, Artis, the shameless bastard, flipped the entire dynamic on its head.
    His surprise lasted only a breath before he growled into the kiss, deepening it, his arms locking around her waist, yanking her flush against his body.
    Juliana barely had time to react before she felt it¡ªhis hands sliding down, strong and sure, until they cupped her ass, fingers spreading across the fullness of her cheeks like he was handling his favorite meal.
    He gave them a slow, appreciative squeeze.
    Then, because he was the worst kind of bastard, he followed it up with a light, teasing slap.
    The sound of his palm connecting with her soft flesh echoed through the kitchen.
    Juliana broke the kiss with a gasp, her entire body jolting from the unexpected smack.
    Her eyes flew open¡ªwide, scandalized, burning with shock and something dangerously close to excitement.
    "What?"
    He asked, his voice all honey and sin, his hands still firmly planted on her ass, kneading like she was fresh bread straight out of the oven.
    "You looked like you needed a reminder."
    Juliana gaped at him, her lips still slightly swollen from their kiss, her brain desperately trying to function through the thick fog of lust and mortification.
    Her legs felt weak. Her heart was pounding. And most importantly¡­
    Her pussy was betraying her.
    She let out a shaky breath, her fingers clutching the counter behind her like she needed something¡ªanything¡ªto keep her grounded.
    "A-a reminder of what?"
    She stammered, even as her traitorous body leaned into his touch.
    Artis' grin widened.
    "Of who you belong to now."
    "Nghhh~"
    Juliana squeezed her eyes shut in pure, undiluted mortification.
    She could feel her entire soul shriveling up and cringing at his words.
    Sure, they made her stomach flutter, her heart race, and¡ªokay, fine¡ªher pussy throb just a little, but that didn't mean she wanted to hear them out loud!
    Especially not in that deep, smug, 'I own you' voice of his.
    Artis, of course, was completely unfazed. If anything, he looked downright pleased with himself.
    "Wear your sexiest costume this evening. We're going on a little date in the evening."
    He announced, casually, like he wasn't setting her entire world on fire with a single sentence.
    Juliana blinked.
    'Wait, what?'
    She barely had time to process his words before he continued, his tone leaving zero room for negotiation. sea??h th§× Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "I don't want to hear anything back other than a yes."
    Juliana, who was one hundred percent about to refuse¡ªnot because she didn't want to, but because her embarrassment levels were hitting critical mass¡ª quickly shut her mouth, her protests dying in her throat.
    Her fingers twitched against the counter.
    Her brain was still trying to keep up.
    Date? With Artis? In public? Where other people would see them?
    Her first instinct was to panic.
    Her second instinct was to scream.
    But then, a third feeling snuck in¡ªone she hadn't expected.
    Excitement.
    Because now that she actually thought about it, it wasn't a bad thing at all.
    A date. With him. Something so simple, yet something she'd never done with him before.
    It was strange. Despite all the mind-blowing, back-breaking, leg-shaking sex they'd had, she'd never actually gone out with him. And, if she was being honest, she hadn't gone out at all in a long time.
    A change of pace wouldn't be so bad.
    Hell, maybe she'd even enjoy it.
    Slowly, she nodded.
    "Okay."
    She murmured, trying to act like her heart wasn't slamming itself against her ribs like a goddamn war drum.
    Artis' grin widened, wicked and knowing.
    "That's my girl."
    Then, before she could even think about running, he leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against her forehead.
    It should have been sweet.
    It should have been innocent.
    But Juliana knew better.
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    Especially when, before pulling away, he murmured:
    "Like I said, the sexiest costume you have. I want people to be drooling over you."
    And then he left.
    Just like that.
    Gone.
    Leaving Juliana standing in the kitchen, her entire body locked in place, her brain buffering like a cheap magic mirror stuck on a loading screen.
    What the fuck just happened?
    One second, she was arguing with him, and the next, she had a goddamn date scheduled with instructions to look as fuckable as possible?!
    Her knees nearly gave out.
    She gripped the counter for support.
    "Oh, fuck me."
    She muttered under her breath.
    Because the worst part?
    She was already thinking about what to wear.

 Chapter 116 But where to take her?

    "The sexiest costume I have¡­ huh."
    Juliana sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her wardrobe like it personally offended her.
    It had been years¡ªno, decades¡ªsince she even considered wearing something that screamed 'fuck me senseless in public.'
    Did she still have those kinds of clothes? Yes.
    Could she still pull them off? Well¡­ that was the question.
    She chewed on her lip.
    Somewhere, buried in the depths of her closet, was a collection of scandalous outfits from her younger days¡ªlingerie sets, dangerously short skirts, thigh-high stockings, and corsets that squeezed her waist so tight she could barely breathe, let alone walk.
    She sighed.
    It was one thing to fuck like a wild beast in the sheets, but another thing entirely to parade around town looking like a freshly purchased courtesan.
    And yet, the thought made her stomach flip in the most dangerous way possible.
    Maybe¡­ just maybe¡­ she wanted to do it.
    ...
    Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Artis was having the time of his life. S§×arch* The N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Strutting through the local market, he radiated unbothered confidence, wearing nothing but a flimsy shirt and loose pants that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
    And by nothing, that meant every single curve, bulge, and muscle of his well-endowed body was on full fucking display.
    The reaction? Predictable.
    The housewives? Thirsty.
    The daughters? Horny.
    The husbands? Absolutely fucking livid.
    Women of all ages stopped whatever they were doing just to ogle him like he was the main attraction at a sex carnival.
    Gasps. Whispered gossip. A few outright moans.
    Some even dropped their baskets, their freshly bought vegetables rolling onto the ground, completely forgotten.
    Meanwhile, the men glared, their faces twisted in pure, unfiltered hatred.
    They weren't just jealous that Artis had the body of a god.
    They weren't just jealous that his cock was so thick, it still left an imprint in his pants, even while soft.
    They were jealous because, even at full mast, they still weren't packing as much as he did on a lazy day.
    It was, quite frankly, insulting.
    Some of these guys were in their thirties but looked like weathered old grandfathers standing next to him.
    Did this bother Artis?
    Not even remotely.
    In fact, he thrived on it.
    Every scowl, every gritted tooth, every resentful glance? It was fuel for his ego.
    He could practically hear their internal monologues:
    "How the fuck is this guy real?"
    "Does he even have to try?"
    "I bet he fucks like a demon."
    And the answer to that last one?
    Yes. Yes, he did.
    Smirking, Artis casually adjusted his pants, making sure to give the crowd a generous view.
    A collective gasp.
    A housewife fainted.
    A baker dropped an entire loaf of bread.
    A husband contemplated murder.
    And Artis?
    He just kept walking, whistling a tune, perfectly content with the chaos he left in his wake.
    'Shit. I should probably figure out where the fuck I'm taking Juliana.'
    Artis scratched his head, realizing that his knowledge of this world was suspiciously empty when it came to anything beyond sex and palace intrigue.
    The novel never mentioned markets, shopping districts, or even a decent place to grab a fucking meal.
    What kind of shitty world-building was that?
    For the past two weeks, he'd done one of three things:
    Teased Nadia and Juliana until they were dripping.
    Made palace visits to stir up political drama.
    Occasionally drank at the tavern while dodging thirsty stares from both women and men alike.
    Beyond that? He was useless.
    If someone had put a sword to his throat right now and asked, "Name one good restaurant in this city," he'd be a dead man.
    So, like the brilliant, strategic mind he was, he did the only thing that made sense¡ªhe started walking aimlessly, hoping for divine intervention.
    ...
    After a few minutes of wandering, Artis was not impressed.
    The area was boring as hell¡ªjust tiny houses with zero personality and barely any vegetation.
    It was the kind of neighborhood where dreams went to die.
    Stores? Sparse.
    Attractions? Absolutely none.
    Anything remotely worth his time? Not a single fucking thing.
    The only shops he passed were stationery stores, which was ridiculous because who the hell was out here buying ink and quills like that was the height of entertainment?
    He sighed.
    'This is fucking hopeless.'
    Just as he was about to give up and admit he might actually have to ask someone for directions like a commoner, he turned a corner¡ª
    And bam.
    He was suddenly standing in the middle of a bustling, chaotic, ear-splitting marketplace.
    He surveyed the chaotic, sweaty mess of a market with a smirk, watching as people bumped, shoved, and yelled at each other like it was a full-contact sport.
    The road was ridiculously narrow¡ªprobably because both sides were packed to the brim with tiny vendors selling everything from roasted meat skewers to suspiciously glowing potions.
    He glanced around and spotted a few larger buildings in the distance¡ªprobably taverns, restaurants, or brothels. Maybe all three. Efficiency, right?
    "GET YOUR FRESH FISH!" one vendor bellowed. "CAUGHT JUST THIS MORNING!"
    Artis side-eyed the very dead, very dry-looking fish hanging from the stall.
    'Lies. Deception. Fraud.'
    People were shoving past him, bartering aggressively, and basically acting like they were in a battle royale for the best produce.
    And the moment they spotted him?
    All hell broke loose.
    "Handsome sir! You must be rich!"
    "My lord! Fresh fruit for you!"
    "Do you need a new cloak? No? How about a wife?"
    "My daughter is single!"
    "So am I!"
    It was insanity.
    'So this is where Nadia and her friends hang out, huh?'
    But honestly? He kind of loved it.
    The market people took one look at him¡ªhis god-tier face, his effortless swagger, and his very obvious 'big dick energy'¡ªand just assumed he was filthy rich.
    Which, to be fair, wasn't completely wrong.
    But that wasn't the point.
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 Chapter 117 Who is she?

    The market wasn't exactly high-class. It wasn't the shiny, posh inner court where nobles pranced around pretending their shit didn't stink.
    But it had energy.
    It was lively. Messy. Chaotic.
    And unlike the uptight assholes in the inner court, the people here weren't busy trying to out-cultivate each other or flex their family lineage every five minutes.
    Here? Barely anyone was a cultivator.
    And the ones who were? Low-rank nobodies who probably spent more time trying to look mysterious than actually cultivating.
    He grinned.
    'No self-respecting cultivator stays out here once they get powerful enough to move inside the walls.'
    Why would they? Inside, everything was better.
    The food. The alcohol. The luxury. The women.
    But then again¡­
    Artis tapped his chin, his smirk widening.
    'Nah. I bet corrupting innocent housewives is way more fun than buying overpriced whores who fake their moans for a few gold coins.'
    It was a simple equation, really.
    Noble courtesans? Expensive, trained in seduction, but ultimately faking it for the paycheck.
    Bored housewives? Deprived, neglected, dangerously easy to turn into cock-hungry sluts.
    And nothing beat the thrill of seeing a prim, proper wife fall apart under him, moaning like she just discovered God's personal cheat code.
    His cock twitched at the thought.
    Artis shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he strolled through the crowded, chaotic street, dodging merchants who were one step away from physically dragging him into their shops.
    Small sweet shops with rows of sticky pastries. Makeup stalls run by older women with hawk-like sales skills. Fruit vendors who swore on their ancestors that their apples were fresher than anyone else's.
    And then¡ª
    A flower shop.
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    Just a few steps away, a quaint little flower stall stood tucked between two larger shops, its display table covered in delicate, colorful blooms.
    The flowers weren't exactly inner court level¡ªthose rare, spirit-infused blossoms that could make a man last three hours in bed¡ªbut they had charm.
    What really caught his attention, though, wasn't the flowers.
    It was the mother and child standing behind the stall.
    The woman¡ªnow that was a beauty. Not in the flashy, high-maintenance way, but in the soft, inviting, I-bake-pie-and-fuck-my-husband-senseless way.
    What stood out the most?
    The way she kept sneaking glances at him.
    Sure, everyone was staring¡ªeither trying to sell him something or picturing what was hanging between his legs.
    But she?
    She was just peeking.
    Not in the blatant, panty-soaking way that most of the women in the market were. sea??h th§× N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    No, this one was trying not to look.
    And failing miserably.
    Every time he caught her staring, she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on adjusting a flower pot, straightening a ribbon¡ªanything but acknowledging him.
    'Oh? A shy one? That's adorable.'
    With a slow, knowing smirk curling on his lips, Artis adjusted his posture, letting his muscles flex just a little under his thin shirt.
    Then, he made his way toward the stall, fully aware that the woman's stolen glances had just turned into wide-eyed, nervous staring.
    And gods, he loved watching pretty little things squirm.
    "How much for this one?"
    Artis lazily pointed at a bouquet of roses, the deep red petals looking almost as tempting as the cleavage peeking out from the flower seller's modest dress.
    The woman, however, didn't even glance up at him. No flirty smile, no subtle attempt to lean forward and flash him an extra glimpse of skin¡ªnothing.
    For once, after entering this market, a woman wasn't immediately melting at the sight of him.
    Fascinating.
    "Wild Northern Carena," she said coolly. "Wise choice, sir. It's just seven¡ª"
    "It's seven silver!"
    A small, defiant voice cut through her words like a tiny little knife.
    Artis raised a brow as a kid¡ªno older than six or seven, with a face full of mischief and zero fear of consequences¡ªstood next to the woman, his little fists clenched, his eyes narrowed like he was running the toughest scam of his life.
    The moment the words left the boy's mouth, however¡ªBAM!
    A small fist landed on his head.
    The kid groaned dramatically and crouched down, rubbing his skull.
    "¡­Seven coppers, sir."
    The woman corrected through clenched teeth, glaring down at the boy.
    "But Mom!"
    The boy whispered, still clutching his head, but loud enough for Artis to hear every word.
    "He looks filthy rich."
    Artis snorted.
    "Rai, shut up," the mother hissed.
    "But Mom¡ª"
    While the mother and son squabbled like two street dogs fighting over a half-eaten bone, Artis had real priorities¡ªhis eyes locked onto the woman like a wolf spotting fresh meat.
    And fuck, what a feast.
    There was something about this woman that was making his brain go tingling.
    Mature yet youthful, probably in her late twenties, though life had clearly given her the seasoned woman special¡ªthe kind of body that had been through some shit but still came out looking dangerously fuckable.
    That brown linen dress hugged her curves like a desperate ex who couldn't let go, the fabric stretched just enough to tease, just enough to make a man wonder what was barely hidden underneath.
    And that apron? It wasn't just a decorative bitch-badge¡ªthis woman worked. Not like those noble sluts who screamed at the sight of dirt; no, this one actually put her hands to use.
    'Oh, the things she could do with those hands¡­'
    Now, was she carrying the absolute fuck-you-up-in-bed milkers that Nadia had? No. Was she rocking the split-me-in-half breeding hips that Juliana flaunted? Not quite.
    But she had something else¡ªa perfectly tight, toned body sculpted by labor and hardship, curvy enough to tempt a monk into breaking his vows.
    And her face? Way too fucking pretty for a mud-hut village. Dark blue hair flowed down her back like a midnight waterfall, framing features that didn't belong in a place like this.
    No, this was the face of a woman who belonged somewhere grand, somewhere sinful. Somewhere she could be properly appreciated.
    Which could only mean one thing.
    'An important character from the novel?'

 Chapter 118 A Real Gold!

    'An important character from the novel?'
    The moment the thought entered Artis' head, a thousand possibilities slammed into his brain like a brothel door during peak hours.
    This world followed a very simple, very perverted rule: If someone was outrageously hot and looked way too polished for their surroundings, they were important.
    She was too put-together to be some random peasant NPC. No way.
    Her dress may have been plain, her apron streaked with dirt, but her face? Too perfect. Her curves? Just right. The kind of proportions that only a lazy author who was into MILFs would design.
    'She's gotta be part of the Ginseng Arc, right?'
    He scratched his chin, analyzing her like a merchant inspecting high-quality silk. If she was a florist¡ªflourist? flower lady?¡ªand this was around the time of the Ginseng Arc, then...
    'Oh-ho-ho. This might be the chick who finds the goddamn thing.'
    His eyes gleamed. If that was true, he had to get to her first before the other protagonist-types got involved.
    But before he could start crafting a seduction plan that involved less thinking and more thrusting, the woman had already finished wrapping up his flowers.
    "Here, sir."
    She handed him the 'Wild Northern Carena'¡ªor as he called it, 'a fucking rose'¡ªwrapped neatly in a sheet of paper.
    Artis snapped back to reality.
    As always, he played his favorite little game.
    He "accidentally" grazed her fingers when taking the flowers, a classic move, smooth and calculated. The trick was just enough touch to make a woman wonder but not enough to make it weird.
    But instead of the usual blush or shy giggle, her expression did something unexpected.
    She scowled.
    For a split second, just a flicker of irritation, before her face smoothed out like she hadn't just looked at him like he was some filthy alley rat trying to cop a feel.
    Well. That was new.
    For some reason¡ªmaybe because he actually wanted her to like him, maybe because **he wasn't in the mood to be scolded like a horny schoolboy¡ª**he quickly retracted his hand.
    "Uh. Thanks."
    He said, flashing a perfectly practiced, lady-killing smile.
    She just nodded.
    No blush. No stammer. No visible desire to climb him like a fucking tree.
    'Is it because she's important to the arc? Or is it something else?'
    Artis frowned, something unfamiliar curling in his gut. A strange, unsettling feeling¡ªone he didn't experience with the other women in the novel.
    With them, he wanted to tease them, wreck them, bend them over and maybe slap their asses until they screamed his name.
    Hell, if given the chance, he'd walk them on a leash through the marketplace and make them thank him for it.
    But this woman?
    He didn't have a single urge to do that to her.
    And that was new.
    Instead of wanting to dominate her, he felt the need to observe her. To figure her out.
    She was like a locked treasure chest with a smug "You can't open me, dumbass" sign on the front.
    And that? That made him fucking interested.
    He dug into his pocket and produced a coin, keeping it tightly hidden in his palm. This wasn't some shitty copper piece¡ªthis was a coin that could make peasants go feral.
    One of these could set a person up for life, or more realistically, get them stabbed in the back within the hour.
    He wasn't about to get this woman murdered over a flower sale.
    So he played it smooth.
    The woman's eyes flickered with suspicion but she still smiled, bowing slightly before lifting her hands to accept the payment.
    Artis leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
    "Here¡­"
    Artis placed his palm over hers, subtly guiding her fingers shut over the coin, his touch deliberate but cautious.
    For a moment, their hands lingered.
    Her fingers were calloused, firm¡ªhands of someone who actually worked, not just posed prettily behind a counter.
    A second passed. Then two. S§×arch* The N?vel(F)ire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Then she pulled back, brushing off the moment like it was nothing.
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    She raised an eyebrow, but she quickly brushed it off, assuming he was just another paranoid rich guy who didn't want to get jumped.
    Fair.
    'Well, can't blame him, this place is swarming with all kinds of people¡­'
    The woman kept her head bowed, silently musing to herself.
    'If they saw someone like him¡ªwait, no, they have seen him. That's why half the women are practically drooling and half the men look like they want to knife him in an alley. If they knew he was carrying real wealth, he'd be dead before sundown¡ª'
    Then she lowered her hands.
    And froze.
    She had asked for seven coppers.
    Copper. As in, dirty, crusty little coins that barely bought a moldy loaf of bread.
    But this?
    This was not fucking copper.
    The small, heavy coin in her palm gleamed under the sunlight like it had been blessed by the gods themselves.
    It was gold.
    Not the kind of "gold" some broke bastard tried to pass off in a scam.
    Not bronze.
    Not gold-plated.
    Pure, undeniable, panty-wetting, spine-tingling, legitimate fucking gold.
    Her breath hitched.
    For the first time since he met her, Artis saw a crack in her carefully composed expression.
    And he loved it.
    'There it is.'
    He thought smugly.
    'First time holding something valuable, huh? No matter how tough you act, sweetheart, you're still a woman. And women love shiny things.'
    His lips curled into a knowing smirk, watching her process the sheer weight of what just landed in her hands.
    Seeing his mother's reaction, the kid¡ªwho had been sulking like a failed scam artist since his brilliant plan to rob this rich douchebag blind had crashed and burned¡ªsuddenly perked up.
    He tiptoed, craned his neck, and squinted.
    And the second his little greedy, scheming eyes caught sight of the gold, his mouth dropped open.
    Artis swore he saw actual fucking stars twinkling in the brat's eyes.
    "OH MY GOD! IS THAT A GO¡ªMMPHHH!"
    The kid didn't even get to finish his exclamation before his mother's lightning-fast reflexes kicked in.

 Chapter 119 All Are The Same!

    "OH MY GOD! IS THAT A GO¡ªMMPHH!!"
    The boy, wide-eyed and vibrating with excitement, was about to scream so loud he might've summoned the gods themselves¡ªbut his mother was faster. sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    With the reflexes of a battle-hardened warrior, she clamped a firm hand over his mouth, effectively silencing his outburst before it could attract the wrong kind of attention¡ªlike a gang of desperate cutthroats or a tax collector.
    "Shut it, Rai!"
    She hissed, her eyes darting around the marketplace like a paranoid fugitive.
    "It's just a copper coin! Why are you screaming like you've seen a golden dragon taking a shit in the square?!"
    Her grip tightened on his mouth, muffling his protests as he kicked his little legs like a fish out of water.
    The kid wasn't even struggling because he was scared¡ªhe was just pissed that his precious moment of awe had been ruined.
    The mother, however, was sweating bullets.
    She knew exactly how these things worked. One loud noise, one stupid mistake, and suddenly¡ªBAM!¡ªevery shady bastard in the vicinity would turn their heads like bloodhounds sniffing out prey.
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    And right now?
    There was a rich man in her shop.
    Not just any rich man¡ªone that actually had the decency to be discreet about his wealth.
    Unlike those pompous, ass-faced nobles who practically swung their coin purses around like they were inviting people to rob them, and of course, she says no to their business, this guy knew how to keep things low-key.
    He had subtly flashed the coin at her¡ªquick, efficient, not a single unnecessary flex.
    A rare breed of customer.
    Rich men always came to her stall, their pockets jingling with coins they had no right to flaunt so recklessly.
    First, they'd wave their fancy silver like they were blessing the poor with their divine wealth, pointing at this flower and that flower with the air of a man who's never had to haggle for a loaf of bread in his life.
    Then¡ªoh, then¡ªthe audacity reached its climax.
    With the same slimy smirk, they'd point at her.
    As if she were just another flower on display.
    "How much for a night?" they'd purr, their silver flashing like a beacon for every desperate thief in a five-mile radius.
    And that was the real problem.
    It wasn't just the disgusting proposition¡ªwhich she would sooner accept death than agree to.
    It was the utter stupidity of waving money around in a place where people would kill for a crumb of stale bread.
    Accepting a rich man's coin was like painting a target on her back, a giant glowing sign that screamed 'ROB ME AND MY FAMILY WHILE WE SLEEP!'
    She knew how this played out.
    If she so much as touched that silver, the second she closed up shop for the night¡ªBAM!¡ªsome back-alley bastard with a rusty knife would be waiting to gut her entire family for it.
    And for what? A single silver piece? Not fucking worth it.
    So, she did what any sane, self-preserving woman would do.
    She'd raise her hand, put on the fakest, most polite smile known to mankind, and loudly declare that she refused to do business with such an idiot.
    It was the only way to survive in a place where greed got people killed.
    Which is exactly what she was about to do now¡ªexcept this one, for once in her miserable life, actually had some damn sense.
    This one was different.
    He wasn't some clueless noble parading his coin like his cock was made of gold.
    No, he was careful. Smart.
    Instead of flaunting his wealth, he kept the gold coin hidden in his palm, flashing it just long enough for her to see but not long enough for anyone else to notice.
    A rare fucking sight.
    Still, she couldn't risk it.
    "I'm sorry, sir, but we cannot accept this here."
    She said, her voice a little too sweet, like honey masking arsenic.
    She glanced down at the coin¡ªnot copper. Not even silver.
    Gold. Fucking gold.
    Her soul momentarily left her body.
    A whole-ass gold coin for a seven-copper flower?!
    She nearly choked on her own saliva. This wasn't just overpaying. This was robbery in reverse.
    Her eyes flickered up to him. Was he insane? Was he trying to get her murdered before sunset? Or does he want something else....
    She forced herself to remain calm¡ªor at least as calm as a woman clutching enough money to buy her entire neighborhood could be.
    "I don't have an enormous amount of coin to give change for a seven-copper flower, sir."
    She said smoothly, bowing as she discreetly held out the gold coin, her fingers curled around it so tightly it could've been mistaken for a lover's embrace.
    Not a single shimmer escaped through the cracks of her fist.
    Nobody. Would. See. A. Damn. Thing.
    If he was smart enough to hide his wealth, then by the gods, she would not be the fool who exposed it.
    'Here it comes.'
    She thought, knowing very well how this was going to play out.
    He was going to say, "How about I buy all of these flowers?"
    Then she'd tell him that even if he bought every last petal, leaf, and twig, it still wouldn't add up to a whole damn gold coin.
    And then¡ªoh, then, the sleaze would drip from his lips like grease from an overcooked roast.
    "How about you, then? Do you cover for this coin?"
    She could already hear the smug chuckle. Could already see the sleazy half-lidded stare, like she was some exotic delicacy to be sampled along with the flowers.
    Men. Were. All. The. Same...Except for some one, that was....
    It didn't matter if they came with silver, gold, or the stank of two-week-old unwashed balls.
    A man with money saw a struggling woman and thought, "Ah, a bargain waiting to happen."
    But gold?
    No. No, no, no, no golden boy in his right mind would come here when they had perfectly curated, perfumed flower shops inside the city.
    The only reason a man with gold would be in this part of town was if he had a death wish or a dick problem.
    So, when the golden boy¡ªor should she say, golden idiot¡ªfinally spoke, she had to force her face into a well-practiced expression of patient tolerance.

 Chapter 120 Pure Innocent Man!

    "Man, I don't have any change at all. How about this? I'll buy all of these flowers¡­ at the price your son mentioned earlier."
    Artis said it so casually¡ªlike he wasn't holding a damn gold coin in a place where people would shank their own grandma for a single silver.
    The woman, still keeping her head bowed, felt the corner of her lips twitch.
    Ah. There it was.
    The typical, predictable bullshit.
    'Pigs...'
    She thought, shaking her head slightly.
    She had seen this exact scenario play out a dozen times before, and it always ended the same way.
    Rich asshole. Flashy coin. Smug grin. And then¡ª
    "How about you, then? Do you cover for the balance?"
    It was so textbook she could practically recite his next words herself.
    She sighed, feigning regret.
    "I'm sorry, sir," she said, her voice smooth and polite. "Even if you buy all these flowers at Rai's price, there will still be a silver balance. And I don't have that many coins to give you in change."
    Her hand remained stretched out, palm open.
    Take it. Just take the gold back and leave.
    But she already knew that wasn't going to happen.
    'Here it comes.'
    She thought grimly.
    His demand.
    It was always the same. S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    They all wanted the same thing.
    A woman down on her luck. A handful of expensive metal. And the entitlement of a man who thought his dick was a gift from the gods.
    She could already hear the sleazy chuckle, the hushed "Well, perhaps there's something else you could offer me, hm?"
    Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
    And to make things worse¡ªthis man? This absolute pervert standing in front of her?
    He was the young master's lackey.
    And if the young master was known for being a horny, insatiable hellspawn, then his subordinates had to be just as bad.
    Her entire body tensed, preparing for the inevitable.
    Meanwhile, Artis was absolutely, unapologetically dragging this conversation out.
    Why?
    Because the slight bow she was holding¡­
    Yeah. It was doing things.
    Her bosoms¡ªa glorious, soft, jiggly distraction¡ªwere peeking right at him.
    And who was he to look away from such a generous offering of natural beauty?
    The flowers were great and all, but tits were better.
    Much, much better.
    "Then how about this¡­"
    Artis started, his tone smooth, casual¡ªbut to her, it was practically a death sentence.
    The woman exhaled slowly, closing her eyes as the inevitable came.
    It was always the same.
    The same disgusting, predictable shit.
    Oh, she could recite the rest of this exchange in her sleep. She didn't need to hear it.
    She had lived this moment too many times.
    Her lips twitched into a small, bitter smile.
    Well. Wasn't her first rodeo.
    She was already numbing herself to the words that would follow, already bracing for the humiliation that she would, once again, have to grit her teeth and endure.
    She was just a piece of meat to these men.
    They never saw the struggling merchant. The hardworking mother. The woman busting her ass to keep food on the table.
    No.
    They saw tits and a hole.
    And once again, she would be reminded of her place.
    Disrespected. Powerless. Completely at their mercy.
    'Just get it over with already. Go ahead. Say it.'
    But then¡ª
    "How about you show me around this place? Show me the best spots to take a date here¡­?"
    ¡­
    ¡­Wait.
    What?
    Her brain froze.
    Her eyes snapped open.
    ¡­Did she just¡­ mishear that?
    Her scowl deepened as she stared at him, her mind scrambling.
    That wasn't¡ªthat wasn't the right line.
    That wasn't how this always went.
    She looked up sharply, expecting to see a smirk, expecting to see that usual sleazy, arrogant look¡ª
    But no.
    This man¡ªthis rich, gorgeous, panty-dropping menace¡ª
    Was scratching the back of his head like a shy little boy.
    Like some awkward kid asking for directions to the nearest bakery.
    'What. The actual. Fuck.'
    Her mouth fell open.
    Her entire train of thought derailed so hard it crashed into a nearby wall and exploded.
    "What?"
    She asked blankly.
    Because surely, she misheard.
    This¡­ this wasn't the correct script.
    Where was the lecherous 'How about you?' Where was the unsubtle offer to 'repay her' another way? Where was the disgusting pig behavior she had prepared to endure?!
    This¡ªthis was completely off-script!
    Her fight-or-flight response had already loaded its weapons, and now the enemy was¡­ just standing there. Unarmed. Acting like some clueless himbo who got lost.
    "I'm taking my mom out, you know."
    Artis said it so casually, like he wasn't completely derailing her entire worldview in real time.
    She blinked, her brain still buffering.
    "Your¡­ mom?"
    "Yeah."
    He nodded, a small, thoughtful smile on his lips¡ªbut if she had been paying closer attention, she might've noticed the naughty glint in his eyes.
    "Me and her¡­ didn't have the best relationship growing up," he continued, shaking his head, "but recently, we've patched things up. And now¡­"
    He sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart like a man deep in emotional reflection.
    "Our relationship is sooo, sooo good now."
    His voice was syrupy sweet, his tone so genuine, so sincere¡ª
    ¡­But then there was that smile.
    That little twitch at the corner of his lips.
    That subtle, naughty gleam in his eyes.
    A smirk disguised as an innocent grin.
    The merchant woman, however, was too caught up in the wholesomeness of his words to notice.
    "Oh¡­"
    She breathed, her cold suspicion starting to melt.
    He just wanted to take his mother out.
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    She had misjudged him.
    Badly.
    Oh, Gods.
    Here she was, already painting him as some perverted noble brat¡ªwhen in reality, he was just a devoted son trying to reconnect with his mother.
    Shame filled her.
    "So, I thought I should take her out for a nice evening," Artis continued, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "but the problem is¡­ it's been so long since I last visited this market, I've kinda forgotten where all the best spots are."
    He let out a small, sheepish chuckle.
    "So if you could help me¡ªnot for free, of course! I'd pay you the remaining coins¡ªthen that'd be a huge help."
    The woman stared at him.
    Her entire soul was crumbling.

 Chapter 121 Almost Too Innocent!

    The woman stared at him.
    Her entire soul was crumbling.
    A¡­ nice evening.
    A NICE EVENING.
    'Oh. My. God.'
    What the hell was wrong with her?!
    She had been so sure he was about to ask for her body¡ªso sure he was about to say something filthy and degrading.
    But no.
    He was just a kind-hearted, considerate young man trying to do something sweet for his mother.
    And she¡ªshe, a mother herself¡ªhad assumed the worst of him.
    What kind of monster am I?!
    Her entire worldview was collapsing right before her eyes.
    Tears almost pricked at the corners of her eyes.
    "Young man¡­"
    She whispered, her voice almost breaking.
    "¡­Huh?"
    Artis blinked.
    "That is so beautiful."
    ¡­
    'What?'
    Artis barely held back a smirk.
    'Oh, this is too easy.'
    She had completely fallen for it.
    His wholesome, dutiful-son act had worked flawlessly.
    And this woman, who just moments ago had looked at him like he was the scum of the earth, was now on the verge of TEARS because she thought he was a sweet, family-loving man.
    "Y-you love your mother so much."
    She sniffled, placing a hand over her chest.
    Artis had to physically restrain himself from cracking up.
    If only she knew.
    If only she knew exactly what kind of "motherly love" he was talking about.
    Here she was, convinced he was about to pay for her body but was greatly wrong.
    As if.
    Artis would pay to fuck. Where's the fun in that?
    He liked the thrill.
    He liked the chase.
    He liked lonely, neglected housewives¡ªthe kind who spent their days stuck in a dull, monotonous life, aching for something exciting, sinful, forbidden.
    The kind he could whisper sweet, filthy things to until they were trembling, soaking, begging. The kind who'd call him a bastard while riding him like a bitch in heat.
    That? That was real fun.
    Buying sex? Boring.
    A desperate wife who swore she'd never cheat on her husband¡ªuntil she was screaming his name?
    Now that was a thrill.
    Meanwhile, the merchant woman was having a crisis of self-worth.
    'My God¡­ why didn't I think about this before?'
    She felt stupid.
    Of course, a man like him wouldn't want her.
    Look at him.
    Broad shoulders. Thick muscles. A face sculpted by the gods.
    And that cock¡­
    Even soft, it was making a statement under his flimsy pants.
    He could snap his fingers and have the most expensive, exotic courtesans in the inner city lining up to suck his dick.
    Why the hell would he want her?
    'Ugh. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.'
    She shook her head in disappointment¡ªcompletely unaware of just how wrong she was.
    "Y-You mean¡­ you want a tour of this town because¡­because you're taking your¡­ mother out?"
    She had to ask again¡ªbecause surely, she was hearing things.
    Her mind still couldn't process that this man¡ªthis walking, talking sex¡ªwas saying something so¡­ innocent.
    She leaned forward instinctively, as if getting closer to his face would somehow help her ears work better.
    And that's when it happened.
    Her already low-cut dress dipped lower, her soft, full cleavage spilling out even more.
    Artis saw it.
    Oh, he saw it.
    He saw the way her plump tits pushed together, the faintest sheen of sweat between them, the way they looked so damn soft and squeezable.
    He saw how one wrong move¡ªone tiny shift¡ªcould expose even more.
    And yet¡ª
    His face remained completely neutral.
    Like he hadn't even noticed.
    Like he wasn't even remotely interested.
    "Did I¡­"
    Artis tilted his head slightly, his voice slow, smooth, mockingly indifferent.
    "¡­Uh¡­ stutter?"
    The way he said it¡ªso flat, so casual¡ªlike her tits weren't right fucking there.
    Like her cleavage wasn't actively trying to escape.
    Like she wasn't throwing herself at him.
    The merchant woman felt her entire soul leave her body.
    Not even a glance?
    Not even a twitch of his eyebrow?
    What the fuck?
    Men¡ªespecially rich ones¡ªalways looked.
    Always.
    It was the rule of the universe.
    Even the ones who acted gentlemanly still peeked.
    But him?
    Nothing.
    Not a single flicker of interest.
    It was like he was completely blind to her perfectly displayed, perfectly bouncy, perfectly fuckable tits.
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    "Holy shit. He really just wants me to tour him this market! He doesn't even have any sinful eyes on my at all!'
    Right.
    "No, no. You didn't."
    She stammered, her voice practically vibrating with suppressed excitement.
    "I¡­ I can do that¡­! B-but¡­ this coin? Are you sure?"
    Her hands clasped over her chest¡ªwhether in disbelief or to keep her bouncy tits from jumping in excitement, even she wasn't sure.
    This¡­ this was a fucking miracle.
    If this man was actually about to **buy every single flower on her stall¡ª**then holy fuck, she could close up shop early.
    No more sitting here, baking under the sun, pretending not to notice perverts ogling her tits while they pretended to examine the flowers.
    No more dealing with sleazy bastards who thought that buying a single rose entitled them to a handful of her ass.
    No more bullshit.
    She could just walk away.
    Get paid.
    And¡ªholy shit¡ªshe could actually stroll around the market like a normal person for once.
    She loved watching the scenery, admiring the bustling crowds, checking out new stalls¡ªbut she never got to do that.
    And now?
    Now she was about to get paid to do exactly that.
    Paid a fucking gold coin.
    A gold coin.
    Her brain short-circuited.
    A gold coin could clear her family's debt.
    A gold coin could buy her a small house.
    A gold coin could let her finally start her own fucking bakery, like she'd always dreamed of.
    All of that¡ªjust for walking around with this man?
    Oh, fuck yes.
    Forget a tour¡ªshe'd fucking carry him around the market herself if he wanted.
    She'd sell her soul for this.
    Not her body¡ªno, no, not her body¡ªbut her soul?
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    Artis watched her face go through a full emotional orgasm¡ªpure, unfiltered ecstasy.
    The way her lips trembled, her eyes sparkled like a sky full of stars, and her entire body seemed ready to explode from excitement¡ªfuck, it was cute.
    Almost too cute.
    He wanted to ruin her.

 Chapter 122 Lily, the floweriest

    Artis chuckled, dragging it out just a little longer¡ªenjoying the way she practically vibrated in anticipation.
    Then, finally¡ª
    "Yes, for that coin."
    "YEA¡ªYEAH!!!"
    And sweet mother of tits, she jumped.
    Like, actually fucking jumped¡ªher big, soft breasts launched up with her, defying every law of physics before jiggling back down like they had a personal vendetta against restraint.
    And her ass?
    That juicy, plump, absolute fucking masterpiece of an ass?
    It bounced like a sinful prayer answered.
    Up.
    Down.
    Up.
    Down.
    Like a damn festival drum being pounded by fate itself.
    She was dancing around with Rai, clueless to the fact that she was giving Artis the most erotic display of motherly enthusiasm he'd ever witnessed.
    And Artis?
    Oh, he was watching.
    Not even subtly.
    'Who the fuck is the lucky bastard hitting that every night?'
    A deep, visceral jealousy burned in his chest.
    Whoever that man was, he better be grateful¡ªbecause if Artis was in his place, this woman wouldn't just be walking funny¡­
    She'd be crawling.
    But then again¡­
    That wouldn't be a problem for long.
    Because if there was one thing Artis was sure of¡ª sea??h th§× N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Sooner or later, she'd be bouncing on his cock instead.
    After minutes of giving Artis a front-row seat to the greatest tit-and-ass showcase the marketplace had ever seen, she finally stopped dancing.
    And fuck, was she sweaty.
    Her chest heaved, her skin glistened, and she had that exhausted, post-orgasm glow¡ªexcept all she did was bounce around in joy, and somehow it had been the filthiest thing he'd witnessed all day.
    Then, she did something dangerous.
    She untied her apron and lifted it over her head.
    Harmless, right?
    No.
    Absolutely fucking not.
    Because as she pulled it off, the cloth got caught on her face, sticking for a moment¡ªleaving her helplessly blind, arms up, and completely exposed for his viewing pleasure.
    And Artis?
    Oh, he was looking.
    His eyes zeroed in on her tits.
    That brown tunic of hers had never stood a chance against sinful eyes like his, but the apron had at least given her a fighting chance at modesty.
    Now?
    Her breasts were on full fucking display.
    Perfect. Round. Full-sized.
    The kind that could turn a devout priest into a corrupt bishop in five seconds flat.
    He waited, anticipation thick in his throat, wondering¡ªwould he see nipple?
    Would the gods bless him today?
    No nipple.
    And then it hit him.
    She was wearing a bra.
    A fucking bra.
    'Finally! Someone decent enough to wear a damn bra.'
    Having spent far too much time around women whose breasts just roamed free like lawless bandits, Artis had started to question reality.
    Was it fashionable to go braless?
    Was there a secret anti-bra cult he didn't know about?
    Did the author of this world have a personal grudge against structured undergarments?
    But this woman?
    She had a bra.
    She had support.
    She had order in the chaos.
    And Artis respected that.
    Now, if only he could get her out of it.
    Lily finally yanked off her apron, tossing it onto her stall like it had personally offended her.
    Then, she did something that should have been illegal in broad daylight.
    She fanned herself with her delicate fingers, dragging them down her sweaty throat, cooling her skin in slow, sensual motions that had no business being that erotic.
    And the sweat?
    Oh, the sweat.
    It beaded at her collarbone, trickled over the slope of her tits, and slid right the fuck down into the cavern of her cleavage¡ªnever to be seen again.
    Artis watched, entranced.
    That droplet was a lucky bastard.
    He imagined himself as that droplet.
    Sliding between those full, soft breasts, lost in the valley of temptation, soaking into the damp fabric that had now turned her light brown tunic a sinful, dark brown.
    Holy fuck.
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    'Is this a marketplace or a titty bar?'
    Lily exhaled sharply, arching her back slightly as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
    "Phew~ Now that's over, where are my manners?"
    And then¡ªshe fucking bowed.
    Bowed.
    Like a courtesan greeting a king, she grabbed the hem of her skirt, dipped low, and gave him a sweeping, deep bow¡ªwhich meant, of course, that her already precariously contained tits jiggled like they were trying to escape captivity.
    Rai followed suit with his own polite little bow, but let's be honest¡ªnobody was looking at Rai.
    Artis struggled to keep his composure.
    This woman was built for sin and here she was, throwing it at him for free.
    "This young miss greets the honored guest and hopes to entertain the esteemed guest."
    She said, her voice smooth, elegant, and sexy enough to make a priest reconsider his vows.
    "My name is Lily, and this is Rai."
    Artis blinked.
    That?
    That was not the voice of a struggling flower vendor.
    That was the voice of a woman who knew how to take a man's soul with a smile and a slow grind.
    He nodded, doing his best to look at her face and not at the cleavage that was one heavy sigh away from a full-blown wardrobe malfunction.
    "Good day, Lily. Looking forward to your guidance."
    "Likewise."
    She smiled, and damn, it was dangerous.
    Not the polite, businesslike smile of a vendor. No.
    It was warm, playful, and just a little bit dangerous and innocent at the same time. The kind of smile that could ruin marriages, start wars, and make a man consider throwing his entire life savings at her feet.
    As she straightened up from her bow, her tits did a slow bounce, settling back into place, still straining against the fabric of her tunic.
    Artis had never envied a piece of cloth more in his life.
    The more she acted care free, the more he got view of her assets. Maybe its her way of attracting customers...but whatever it was, Artis was loving it.
    He crossed his arms, watching with an amused smirk as she started packing the flowers, carefully wrapping each one in parchment paper with delicate, nimble fingers.

 Chapter 123 The Scheming Bitch!

    Artis crossed his arms, watching with an amused smirk as she started packing the flowers, carefully wrapping each one in parchment paper with delicate, nimble fingers.
    She moved with the ease of someone who'd done this a thousand times, but what caught his attention wasn't the efficiency.
    It was the way her tits kept jiggling every time she reached forward, the subtle bounce making it impossible to look anywhere else.
    And that tunic?
    It was working overtime. Straining. Clinging. Desperately trying to keep the goods under wraps but failing miserably.
    If she wasn't wearing a bra, he was sure those perky nipples would've already made an introduction¡ªfront and center, demanding attention.
    'Shit. I hope she bends over just one more time.'
    Rai, completely oblivious, helped his mother arrange the flowers neatly. Meanwhile, Artis was out here experiencing the world's most erotic flower-packing session.
    After a few minutes, Lily finished stacking the flowers into a gorgeous, well-organized display.
    She looked up, smiling sweetly.
    "All yours."
    She said, dusting off her hands. Her tits bounced. Again.
    Artis was going to fucking die.
    "But since you need a tour, I'll safeguard these in the cart. You can grab them after, okay?"
    Smart woman.
    "Good. I was dreading carrying all those flowers in my hands. Good job, Lily. Let's begin."
    "Sure thing, sir. Just a minute."
    And then¡ªoh, sweet heavens¡ªshe bent over.
    Fully.
    To store the flowers in a lower compartment beneath the cart.
    And Artis was gifted with the single greatest view of his life.
    Her ass lifted slightly, round and plump, the curve of her hips accentuated by the way her skirt hugged her frame.
    He swallowed hard.
    Fuck.
    That skirt was just short enough to tease.
    Just loose enough to sway.
    And just thick enough to make him wonder what was hiding underneath.
    She reached forward to lock the compartment, her entire body shifting in the most mouthwatering way possible.
    Artis let out a slow breath, mentally cursing the gods for testing his restraint.
    This woman was a menace.
    And he was enjoying every second of it.
    'I will have this bitch no matter what!!'
    It was vow. A vow he will make right.
    Then she stood up¡ªslow, sultry, deliberate.
    Her hands casually dusted off her thick, juicy ass cheeks, sinking into the soft flesh before emerging back. The bounce? Immediate. The jiggle? Criminal.
    Artis nearly groaned.
    'Oh, she knows what she's doing.'
    He wasn't even being subtle about watching. Who could blame him? The way those fingers sank into her plump ass, kneading it ever so slightly, like she was testing a freshly baked loaf of sinful, bouncy bread¡ª
    Gods damn.
    She rounded the stall, Rai already running ahead, his little feet thumping excitedly against the ground. Meanwhile, Artis was stuck in a haze, watching the way her hips swayed with every single fucking step.
    Then¡ªsuddenly¡ªshe stopped.
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    Close.
    So fucking close.
    Chest-to-face close.
    She tilted her head up, looking at him through thick lashes.
    Then she smirked.
    And grabbed his hand.
    Artis' brain short-circuited.
    'What the fuck¡ª?!'
    His entire body stiffened¡ªand not just in the metaphorical sense.
    Then¡ªbefore he could react¡ªshe raised her voice loud enough for the whole damn street to hear.
    "Oh, THANK YOU, sir, for this WONDERFUL opportunity!" she practically moaned, drawing eyes from nearby stalls.
    Artis immediately felt every single pair of eyes snap toward them.
    'What the fuck is she planning?!'
    But she wasn't done.
    "Even though you bought ALL the flowers on my stall for just SEVEN COPPERS¡­"
    Her voice dripped with dramatic gratitude, and she fluttered her lashes like a blushing maiden.
    Oh, she was good.
    Too good.
    Artis could practically hear the hushed whispers already.
    "¡­The BIGGEST blessing for me is to show such a BEAUTIFUL and HOT creature like YOU around."
    And then¡ªholy fuck¡ªshe leaned in.
    Right against his chest.
    Soft. Warm.
    Her full tits pressed just enough to tease.
    The contact was **barely there¡ª**just enough heat to feel through his tunic, but not enough for him to claim it as an accident.
    She fucking knew what she was doing.
    And she smirked.
    Artis felt his entire body freeze.
    'WHAT THE FUCK¡ª?!'
    And then¡ªsuddenly¡ªit hit him.
    This scheming little minx.
    She wasn't just flirting.
    'Oh, this bitch is clever.'
    Artis smirked. She was using him.
    Loudly. Publicly.
    By making it sound like she sold all her flowers for just seven measly coppers, she was killing any suspicion about the fat gold coin he'd just handed over. Smart.
    Smart.
    Devious.
    And gods-fucking-damn sexy.
    Artis' gaze drifted down, and there she was, looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes¡ªa sweet, manipulative little fox pressing herself all too eagerly against his chest.
    Her full, round tits squished right against his stomach, soft and warm, as if they belonged there.
    And that smile?
    Pure fucking evil.
    He could feel the tension in the air around them, thick and heavy like a storm waiting to break.
    And then it did.
    Like a pack of wild dogs catching the scent of a fresh, juicy steak, the crowd reacted.
    First, the men.
    Mouths hanging open. Eyes twitching. Hands tightening into fists.
    Pure male agony.
    "What a dumb bitch! All that for seven coppers?!"
    "Are you fucking serious?! This uptight prude¡ªwho didn't even blink when that red monkey came sniffing around¡ªis now melting like butter over some pretty white monkey?!"
    "That lucky fucker just walked in and stole the best girl. Just like that!"
    Their emotions ran wild.
    Angry. Jealous. Envious. Horny. Downright murderous.
    Then came the women.
    The ones who had been eyefucking him to hell and back only moments ago.
    And now?
    Now they were seething.
    Their emotions were a tangled mess of shock, bitterness, and pure, unfiltered envy.
    "Her?! Her?! That dumb bumbling bitch got lucky!"
    "Look at her, glued to him like a cheap whore." S§×arch* The N??elFir§×.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Gods, if I were her, I wouldn't leave his side for the next ten years. I'd make sure he fucked me stupid every single night."
    "She should just get on her knees and suck him off right here for that kinda luck."
    "If that were me, I'd be a cum-drunk milking cow by now."
    Artis blinked.
    Holy fucking shit.
    This market was filled with absolute degenerates.
    And honestly?
    He loved it.
    His lips curled into a lazy smirk, his amusement growing by the second.
    Lily wanted to play dirty?
    Fine.
    Let's fucking play.

 Chapter 124 First contact!

    The chaos in the market was fucking delicious. Artis smirked down at Lily, watching the way her eyes glimmered with mischief.
    'Oh, you sneaky little bitch. You knew exactly what you were doing.'
    Well, two could play at that game. He wasn't about to lose.
    With zero warning, he clapped a heavy hand down onto her shoulder¡ªhard.
    SMACK!
    The loud, meaty slap echoed through the air like a thunderclap, and Lily let out a groan as she nearly buckled under the force.
    "Come on, bitch, show me around."
    Artis ordered, grinning.
    Lily hissed through her teeth, rubbing her poor, abused shoulder. But when she looked up at him¡ªsaw that devilish smirk, the undeniable amusement in his eyes¡ªshe couldn't help it.
    She smiled back. This bastard was playing along. He got it.And fuck, it was working. Because the market lost its collective goddamn mind.
    The women?
    Absolutely feral.
    "Oh, fuck."
    "Gods above, the way he just¡­"
    "Did you see that?! That power?! That dominance?! I need him to slap my ass like that."
    "If I were her, I'd be bent over a stall by now, begging for his cock."
    "I swear to the gods, if she doesn't suck his dick by sundown, I'm gonna be so pissed."
    Meanwhile, the men?
    Fucking livid.
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    "That lucky son of a bitch! Look at him, just taking a fat piece of ass like it's nothing!"
    "I can't believe she'd go for this guy and not me! I was right fucking there!"
    "What the fuck is happening in this city?! First that red-haired bastard swoops in and corrupts all the lonely housewives, and now this guy is stealing the market girls?!"
    "Why the fuck are handsome men multiplying?! How the hell are we supposed to compete?!"
    The market was a riot of emotions.
    Anger. Jealousy. Lust. Absolute, unhinged horniness.
    Lily glanced around, seeing the madness she had just unleashed.
    "Yes, sir, right this way."
    Lily beamed, throwing in a cheeky little curtsy, before turning on her heel and sauntering forward.
    Artis followed.
    Not that he had much of a choice.
    Because the second she started walking, his eyes locked onto the one thing that demanded his absolute attention.
    That ass. And fuck, what an ass it was. It moved. It bounced. It had a perfect, hypnotic sway, shifting left and right, up and down, taunting him with every step she took. It was a show.
    And he was loving every second of it.
    He grinned to himself.
    'Oh yeah¡­ this is gonna be fun.'
    And so, their little "tour" began. Lily chattered away, pointing out all the best spots.
    Which food stalls had the best grilled meat. Which bridge gave the sexiest, most romantic view of the Inner Sect. Where to buy the freshest, juiciest fish. Where to find sweets so damn good, they'd make a grown man moan.
    All the while, Artis nodded along, making the occasional sound of interest¡ªeven though his focus never fucking left her ass.
    But they weren't the only ones watching. Because someone else had their eyes locked on them.
    A hooded figure, leaning casually against a wall in the distance.
    Her face was partially hidden, but her sharp, superior eyes were zeroed in on them with laser focus.
    Her plump lips were slightly parted, and¡ªif you looked close enough¡ªyou could see the faintest dusting of red creeping up her cheeks.
    But the real giveaway?
    Her tail.
    A fluffy, feline tail, currently tucked tightly between her thick thighs and juicy ass cheeks, as if concealing it would somehow make her invisible.
    Her cat ears twitched violently.
    Her whole body was tense.
    And judging by the way her sharp nails dug into the wall, she was not happy.
    It was none other than Daphne herself.
    "Pervert¡­"
    She muttered under her breath, her sharp elven eyes locked onto Artis as he followed a single foot behind the flower woman¡ªjust close enough to have a prime, unrestricted view of her bouncing, jiggling, sinfully thick ass.
    Of course, it was him.
    Because who the fuck else would be shameless enough to ogle a woman's ass in broad daylight like a horny teenager who just discovered tits?
    She gritted her teeth. Her fingers twitched. A violent urge to kick him straight in the cock bubbled inside her.
    But it wasn't just this that pissed her off.
    No.
    It was last night.
    Her ass still burned from the memory.
    That fucking human. That filthy, lowborn, bottom-feeding waste of existence had dared¡ªDARED¡ªto just grab her ass. Like it was the most normal fucking thing in the world.
    She was a warrior. A guard of the goddamn elven princess. A woman of honor, discipline, and strength. S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    And yet, this cocky asshole had the audacity to cup her ass like a stress ball¡ªright there, in front of everyone¡ªlike she was just some busty barmaid waiting to be fondled.
    Nobody had ever touched her like that before. Not in battle. Not in the heat of a mission. Not even in the fucking bathhouse. And yet, he had.
    And the worst part?
    She should've broken his arm. She wanted to. But she couldn't.
    Not after she'd already screwed herself over by twisting it before. The princess had lectured her. That stupid hero had scolded her.
    And the fatty?
    That fucking fatty had the audacity to laugh.
    She had kicked his meaty balls for that. Right in the fucking nuts. Served him right.
    Daphne let out a long breath, her tense shoulders slowly relaxing.
    She wasn't gonna let this ruin her mood. She was gonna stay calm. She was gonna¡ª
    Her eyes sharpened. Her fists clenched.
    Because right in front of her, that pig of a man was about to do something. Something that made her blood fucking boil.
    "That pig!!"
    ...
    Lily was practically bouncing as she hopped around, pointing excitedly at every little thing in the market.
    "This one makes the best grilled pork skewers!"
    "Oh, and this stall sells little fish you can throw into the temple's sacred pond for good luck!¡ªRAI, STOP LICKING THAT SWEET CART, YOU MENACE!"
    Artis was thoroughly entertained.
    Partly because Lily was just adorable in her excitement.
    But mostly because every hop, twirl, and dramatic point sent her fat tits jiggling inside her light brown tunic, the poor fabric struggling to contain her sinful curves.
    Little Rai was also running ahead, spinning around, and generally being a tiny tornado of chaos.
    Everything was going great.
    Until¡ª
    "MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY!!!"
    Both of them stopped and turned¡ªjust in time to see a horse fucking barreling toward them. A galloping wall of muscle and hooves was inches away from flattening Lily like a pancake.
    Her eyes went wide. She let out a small, helpless gasp.
    And then¡ª
    Artis grabbed her. By the tits.
    His hands sank deep into her swollen, soft breasts, fingers sinking into flesh that was way too big to fit in his hands, and yanked her into his chest.
    The horse zoomed past, a powerful gust of wind sending loose papers and skirts flying. Lily, however, was still frozen. Breathing hard. Her big tits still cupped in his firm grip.
    Artis¡ªbeing the respectable gentleman that he was¡ªdidn't let go. Instead, he gave her a solid squeeze. Just to make sure she was unharmed.
    "THANK YOUUUUUU!!!"
    The reckless bastard on the horse turned around, flashed a shit-eating grin, and winked at Artis before bolting the fuck off.
    That. Fucker.
    "THAT FUCKER!"
    "COME BACK HERE, YOU BASTARD!!"
    The crowd exploded into outrage, cursing at the lazy horse-riding menace who nearly turned Lily into marketplace roadkill.
    But Lily¡ª
    Lily just stood there. Fist tightened. Brows twitching. She took a slow, deep breath. Then turned to Artis, her voice calm but deadly.
    "Umm, sir. First of all, thank you for saving me, but your hand is on my¡ª"
    She never finished the sentence. Because before she could even say "tits," Artis fucking roared.
    "MOTHERFUCKER! WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING LIKE THAT?!"
    His voice boomed through the marketplace.
    "WHAT, YOU IN A HURRY TO BUY GAS MEDICINE FOR YOUR WHORE MOTHER?!"
    The entire crowd went dead silent. Jaw-dropping, eye-bulging, stunned silence. Even the fucking birds stopped chirping. Lily's brain short-circuited. Her mouth fell open. Her ears twitched violently.
    What the actual fuck did she just hear?
    This god-sculpted, tall, dangerously attractive man¡ªwho looked like he should be spouting poetic nonsense about the moonlight and destiny¡ªjust cussed out a stranger like an absolute gutter-trash lowlife.
    And¡ª
    AND HIS HANDS WERE STILL ON HER GODDAMN TITS.
    Not just on them¡ªoh, no. The bastard was squeezing them. Like they were stress balls. Like they were meant to be tested for quality and durability.
    And AND¡ª
    Something hard. Thick. Pulsing. Was pressing against her ass. Her brain was screaming, but her body?
    Her traitorous body began giggle because what he said made her genuinely lose her shit. And then it became full-on howling.
    She tilted her head back, slapped her thighs, and let out the filthiest, most delighted cackle. Even her breasts jiggled with every shake of her shoulders, making Artis' grip tighten instinctively.
    And her ass? Her thick, perfectly round, bouncy ass? Shaking and trembling with laughter, grinding against him like a fucking stripper on payday.
    Artis' cock twitched. He liked this bitch.
    Oh, he really fucking liked this bitch.

 Chapter 125 Nostalgia is a Bitch!

    "I mean, come on, LOOK AT THAT FUCKER!"
    Artis threw his arms up, still keeping one firm, possessive grip on Lily's pillowy tits.
    "He's speeding off like he's got the explosive diarrhea of a lifetime¡ªlike he just chugged three gallons of spoiled milk and now he's in a race against his own goddamn sphincter!"
    The marketplace fucking lost it.
    People clutched their stomachs, bent over in laughter, while others just stood there, eyes wide, trying to process the absolute filth that just came out of this ridiculously handsome man's mouth.
    And Lily?
    Lily was gone.
    Her knees buckled as she wheezed, clutching her stomach, eyes tearing up from how fucking funny this all was.
    The worst¡ªor best¡ªpart?
    She was so goddamn distracted by her own laughter that she completely forgot¡ª Artis' hands were still glued to her tits. And something big, hard, and unreasonably thick was pressing against her ass crack.
    And it was fucking twitching.
    "Ha ha ha! S-STOP!"
    She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, trying to hold in her giggles.
    "I-I did not expect such filthy, vile words from you, sir! You¡ªyou look like a noble, better than a noble! But the words you speak¡ª"
    She shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes, trying to catch her breath.
    "Even a beggar would cover his ears in shame!"
    Artis smirked.
    'Smile all you want, dear. Laugh all you want.'
    The more she laughed, the more her body bounced. The more her tits jiggled in his hands. The more her ass cheeks grinded against his stiff cock.
    And oh, was she grinding.
    That plump, round, sinful ass was suffocating his poor, helpless dragon. Like two soft, warm pillows desperately trying to strangle his cock into submission.
    He let out a low, amused chuckle, but his mind? His mind was laser-focused on the heavenly pair of tits in his hands.
    Unlike Nadia's massive melons that spilled out like overfilled water balloons, and Juliana's soft, bouncy tits that molded into anything that touched them¡ª
    Lily's breasts were different. Firm. Perky. Soft as silk, yet holding their shape perfectly. The kind of tits that didn't just bounce. They fucking fought gravity and won.
    And right now?
    They were fighting his grip.
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    Maybe it was the bra. Maybe it wasn't.
    But Artis had a sneaking suspicion that these so-called 'bras' in this world weren't like the structured, molded masterpieces of his old life. No underwire, no push-up padding, no intricate engineering designed to keep gravity-defying tits in check.
    No, what these women probably called a 'bra' was just a glorified strip of cotton, half-assedly wrapped around their chests like a cheap bandage.
    And that meant...
    Everything he was feeling right now?
    That was pure, unfiltered, unrestrained Lily.
    Her perky, soft-yet-firm tits, pressing into his hands, her nipples hidden but undoubtedly there, just beneath the fabric.
    He swallowed hard.
    'I need a thorough examination of this...'
    For science.
    For educational purposes.
    For absolutely no degenerate reasons whatsoever.
    "I mean, come on..."
    He chuckled, trying to sound nonchalant while still mentally cataloging every detail of her tits for later 'research.'
    "I might look refined, but I grew up in the outer sect. Of course, my words are as crude as a drunk beggar."
    He threw in a sheepish grin, the perfect distraction maneuver. And then, ever so smoothly, he released her breasts. With great fucking reluctance. Like letting go of the holy grail after just one sip.
    'Not me, nor the real Artis, actually lived here his whole life. But let's be honest, you don't actually give a fuck about my backstory right now.'
    The laughter in the market was finally dying down. The adrenaline rush from almost getting trampled to death by horse diarrhea man was wearing off.
    And that meant one thing¡ª
    It was only a matter of time before Lily's brain caught up and realized:
    "Wait a fucking minute, this bastard was straight-up groping me."
    So he did the smart thing. He let go first. That way, in her mind, it wouldn't feel like he'd been squeezing her tits like stress balls on purpose.
    No, no, this way it would seem like¡ª S§×arch* The ¦Çov§×lFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    He'd only touched her 'involuntarily' while saving her life. Like a noble, selfless hero. And not a depraved bastard who was already planning his next squeeze opportunity.
    God, he was a genius.
    "I see... but weren't you and the young master close?"
    Lily adjusted her skirt, giving it a little tug, the fabric hugging her plump thighs just a little too snugly before bouncing back into place.
    She glanced over her shoulder at him, her expression curious, teasing... but also calculating.
    'Ah, so she does know me, huh?'
    Artis thought, suddenly resisting the urge to punch Jin's stupid smug face for ever existing.
    The last thing he wanted was to be associated with that walking cum-stain.
    But instead of voicing that, he just plastered on an awkward smile, like a man who just realized he'd been walking around with his fly open.
    Lily noticed.
    She noted the subtle shift in his expression, how he suddenly looked like he was contemplating the meaning of life and regretting all his past sins.
    "You know me?" he finally asked, playing dumb.
    Lily smirked.
    "Not the current you. The old you. The delinquent one. The little shit who used to run around causing chaos with the young master and his band of equally annoying dipshits."
    She chuckled, her eyes flickering with nostalgia¡ªlike someone reminiscing about that one neighborhood menace everyone had war stories about.
    "You and the young master and his entourage used to come here all the time, making a mess, stirring up trouble¡­ laughing like idiots."
    She sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her chest, as if recalling her traumatic past.
    "I used to hide behind my mother... who hid behind my father... because none of us wanted to be noticed by you little terrors."
    She shot him a playful glare.
    "Thank the gods you were only interested in pulling pranks instead of, you know, actually terrorizing innocent market folk."
    She paused, tapping her chin.
    "But then, after a while, you all stopped showing up. The young master vanished. And you? You disappeared too."

 Chapter 126 If he doesnt, I will

    "But then, after a while, you all stopped showing up. The young master vanished. And you? You disappeared too."
    Her gaze finally locked onto him, really looking. Sizing him up.
    Like she was trying to compare the bratty, scrawny delinquent from back then to the man standing in front of her now.
    The same boy¡ªnow bigger. Taller. Broader. Stronger.
    A man who looked like he could bend anyone over the nearest fruit stall and fuck them until apples rained from the heavens.
    'Shit, is she checking me out?'
    Her gaze lingered just a bit too long, flickering down his frame, trailing over his arms, his chest, his stance. And maybe, just maybe, her eyes dipped just a little lower before she snapped out of it.
    Her cheeks darkened. Artis smirked.
    'Yeah, you see it now, don't you?'
    Lily's eyes widened. For just a second. A tiny moment. But it was enough.
    Enough for her gaze to drop¡ªjust a fraction¡ªbefore snapping right back up like she'd touched a hot stove.
    Her cheeks darkened, her ears burned, and she suddenly felt like she'd been smacked in the face by something long, thick, and very much pressed against his pants.
    She hadn't meant to look there. Really.
    Her brain was just making normal observations about his general size¡ªhis height, his build, his frame¡ªjust innocent, logical conclusions about his overall bigness.
    But midway through that thought¡­ she got absolutely mugged.
    Her train of logic? Derailment.
    Her dignity? Gone.
    Because there it was.
    The beast beneath his waistband. A goddamn armory of destruction. And she wasn't even thinking about that thing¡ªnot at first.
    She was thinking about his broad shoulders, his thick arms, his strong legs¡ªnormal stuff! But the moment her traitorous eyes dipped a little too low, her entire train of thought crashed into a wall of veiny, pant-straining reality.
    'Damn¡­ Do all men have something that big?'
    Her ears twitched.
    'Is this why the women around here are crazy for him?'
    She gulped. Then violently shook her head.
    Nope. No. Absolutely not. Not a thought she needed in her brain.
    She did not want to know. She did not need to know. He could keep that thing to himself and his poor, unfortunate trousers.
    Lily quickly looked away, trying to pretend she wasn't suddenly aware of every single inch of his body standing way too close to hers.
    And just when she was about to mentally reboot herself, little Rai came sprinting back at full speed, his tiny legs moving like they were in a life-or-death race.
    His little face scrunched with worry. Seeing him, Lily's heart melted. Her body moved on instinct.
    She smiled, crouched down, and extended her arms wide, waiting for her sweet, concerned son to throw himself into her embrace.
    "Mom is alright, come here¡ª"
    But before she could even finish her sentence¡ª
    The kid fucking ignored her.
    Completely.
    Ran straight past her like she was some side character in a story he didn't care about. And came to a full, starry-eyed stop... right at Artis' feet.
    Lily blinked.
    'What the actual fuck¡ª'
    "THAT WAS SO COOL!"
    Little Rai practically vibrated with excitement, his tiny hands clenched into fists of pure admiration.
    "The way you just grabbed her¡ªjust as the horse shot past like a goddamn thunderbolt¡ª was like the heroes from the legends!"
    He was jumping in place, eyes wide, absolutely drunk on the adrenaline of the moment. In his little mind, Artis had just performed the single greatest act of heroism he'd ever witnessed. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire
    Meanwhile¡ª
    Lily was still crouched there.
    Still.
    Arms frozen midair, stretched out wide like she was waiting for someone¡ªanyone¡ªto remember she existed and come crashing into her embrace.
    Her lips wobbled. Her hands trembled. Her ears drooped, as her eyes glistened with unshed tears¡ª
    ¡ªlike she had just watched her baby boy grow up, get a job, move out, and leave her behind in real time.
    "Sniff¡­ Sniff¡­"
    She hiccupped. A single tear of betrayal threatened to fall. Artis, meanwhile, was trying his absolute hardest not to burst out laughing.
    'Oh fuck¡ªshe's actually devastated.'
    He cleared his throat and slowly turned to the boy, who was still gazing up at him with absolute fucking reverence¡ªlike he was some warrior god of heroics and chivalry.
    "...Uh, Rai..."
    At the sound of his name, the little boy's face snapped up to attention, his tiny body straightening like a soldier awaiting orders.
    His bright eyes screamed 'YES, COMMANDER?!'
    Artis, amused as all hell, just lifted a hand and casually tilted his head toward the very-much-still-crouching Lily. S~ea??h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Rai finally looked.
    "...Oh! Mom!"
    Like he had just remembered she was a person who existed.
    Then, with all the dramatic urgency of a son realizing he had, in fact, just ignored his mother's feelings, the little boy threw himself at her in a clumsy, full-body tackle.
    Lily caught him, her wounded motherly soul slightly healed as she clutched her son in a hug¡ª
    ¡ªbut not before glaring up at Artis with an expression that said:
    'You stole my baby's love, you absolute bastard.'
    Artis just smirked.
    "Thank god you're okay."
    Rai sighed in relief before turning his sparkling, adoring gaze back to Artis. And then¡ªhe fucking winked. Like a little wingman-in-the-making, the kid shot Artis a secret, knowing look, as if to say:
    "Thanks for saving my mom¡ªand also, holy shit, you are the coolest person alive."
    Meanwhile, Lily¡ªwho was still clutching her tiny traitorous son like he was her last lifeline¡ªwas quivering. Her lips trembled like it was experiencing a slow, painful death.
    "...You forgot about me."
    She sounded so betrayed. Like a heartbroken wife catching her husband with another woman.
    "Never, Mom!"
    Rai immediately protested, his tiny hands grabbing her face and squishing her cheeks like she was the most precious thing in existence.
    "You're tough and strong and the most beautiful lady in the whole world!"
    Lily's ears twitched. Her nose wiggled. She visibly melted.
    "B-but¡­"
    She started, her bottom lip wobbling. But before she could utter another word¡ª Rai shushed her. The audacity. The tiny fucker actually put his small-ass finger over her lips and SHUSHED HER.
    "No. No."
    He shook his head like an old sage, his tone calm and wise, as if he had seen the secrets of the universe.
    "You are completely okay."
    Then, the little drama king lifted his stick-thin arm, flexed his nonexistent biceps, and smirked.
    "If this man hadn't saved you, I would've flown over here and done it myself¡ªjust like that!"
    SNAP.
    He actually fucking snapped his fingers. Like he had the power of a divine being at his fingertips.

 Chapter 127 No Daddy?

    'Alright, that's enough motherly love for one day.'
    Artis cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders. The sun was high, and noon was creeping in. Which meant¡ªit was almost time for his fucking date.
    He patted Rai's head with all the wisdom and authority of a village elder and smirked.
    "Go tell your father that someone stronger than him just saved your mother."
    Then, like the absolute bastard he was, Artis struck a pose¡ªarms crossed, chin lifted, chest puffed out like a goddamn heroic warrior. He looked fucking magnificent.
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    Just as he was basking in his own divine glow¡ª
    Rai blinked. Then, with the innocence of a fucking lamb, he tilted his head and said¡ª
    "But Rai doesn't have a father."
    Artis froze. His smirk flickered. The confidence drained from his face like someone had just yanked the floor out from under him.
    He slowly¡ªvery slowly¡ªslid his hand off his waist and straightened up, looking like a man who just realized he walked into the wrong house butt-ass naked.
    "...Uh. What?"
    Lily's eyes widened.
    "Rai¡­" she called softly, as if trying to stop whatever fucking bomb was about to go off.
    But the kid wasn't done. He puffed his tiny chest out, threw his arms up like a cocky little emperor, and SNAPPED his fingers.
    "Rai will have a father. Just you wait, old man!"
    Then¡ªwithout hesitation, without another fucking word¡ª He turned on his heel and bolted.
    Like a tiny tornado of misplaced confidence, he ran full-speed away from them, his little legs carrying him into the marketplace like he was about to make shit happen.
    Artis stood there, completely fucking stunned.
    'WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!'
    Who the hell was supposed to be this kid's father?! Where the fuck was the father?! Was this a trap?! A fucking setup?!
    He turned his head¡ªslowly¡ªtoward Lily.
    She was still crouching, hands in her lap. Her eyes¡ªsoft, longing, distant. She stared at her retreating son like she had just lost something important.
    "His mom was my sister."
    Lily said, her voice quiet but firm. Artis blinked.
    Wait, what?
    "She was killed¡­ for a silver."
    A fucking silver?!
    Artis snapped his mouth shut, his mind grinding to a halt. A silver coin?! A single piece of shiny-ass metal?!
    Lily took a deep, steadying breath. Her eyes trembled, caught somewhere between rage and sorrow, like she was seeing that fateful day all over again.
    Artis felt that shit in his chest. She continued, her voice hushed, but every word carried the weight of a hammer smashing against his fucking skull. Sear?h the N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "I was there¡­ when she got that silver. We had just sold flowers."
    Her fingers curled into her skirt, gripping the fabric like she was holding onto the past itself.
    "We danced. Just like Rai and I did earlier. She told me to go home for lunch, said she'd be right behind me."
    A shuddering breath.
    "But when I came back¡ª"
    Her throat bobbed.
    "There was a crowd."
    Fuck.
    Artis didn't even need to hear the rest¡ªhe already fucking knew.
    "When I pushed through¡­ all I saw was her."
    Her voice wavered.
    "Her blood. Blood¡ªthick, glistening, seeping into the dirt. The flower stall had still been there, but the flowers weren't being sold anymore. They were scattered. Trampled. Soaked in red."
    Motherfucker.
    Artis felt a slow, simmering rage crawl into his veins. For a single silver?
    Lily sighed.
    A deep, tired, bone-weary sigh.
    'Th-That kid... isn't hers??'
    'He's her sister's?!'
    'So that means... she doesn't have a husband...?'
    Artis' brain short-circuited. His man-instincts were tingling.
    His eyes subtly flicked to Lily's hips.
    'Untouched... Unclaimed... A single mother without a husband¡­ This is PRIME territory.'
    Then¡ª
    CLAP!
    She smacked her thick thighs, stood up, and¡ªjust like that¡ªher fucking sunshine personality was back like nothing happened.
    "Anyway! Come on, there's still plenty of places to see!"
    Artis¡ªwho still had his fucking mouth open¡ªsnapped his jaw shut.
    'Bitch, did you just drop a whole-ass nuclear tragedy on me and expect me to MOVE ON?!'
    He stared at her¡ªthis woman who had just nonchalantly dropped the most soul-crushing, "my-life-is-a-tragic-novel" backstory¡ªAND THEN CLAPPED HER THIGHS LIKE SHE JUST FINISHED A MEAL?!
    And the fucking audacity of it all?
    She was smiling. Like she hadn't just shattered his fucking brain.
    Like she hadn't just told him, "Oh yeah, my sister got murdered over a single fucking silver, but anyway, let's go sightseeing, motherfucker!"
    Artis just dragged his hands down his face.
    "You're actually insane."
    "What?"
    Lily tilted her head, ears twitching.
    "You're smiling after dropping a qi bomb like that. I need a fucking drink. A whole goddamn barrel of ale."
    She just grinned.
    "What can I say? Life goes on. Come on..."
    Artis groaned.
    Lily, meanwhile, just chuckled, completely oblivious to the mental fuckfest happening in his head. She saw his dazed expression and misinterpreted it entirely.
    'Oh, he must be in shock hearing about my sister. What a good guy.'
    If only she could read his thoughts. She clapped her hands together.
    "Why are you spacing out like that? Come on, it's already noon."
    She flashed him a playful smile.
    "And, I'll introduce you to someone important to me."
    Then, with her hands tied behind her back, she swayed her hips just slightly more than usual and walked forward at a leisurely pace.
    Naturally, Artis' eyes magnetized downward to the hypnotic rhythm of her bouncy, curvy, tight-ass hips.
    He had to forcefully slap his own cheek.
    'Focus, you dog. Focus!'
    He hurried after her, pretending like he wasn't just mentally calculating how many inches of that ass he could grab with both hands.
    Lily led him through the streets, stopping occasionally to point out little things¡ªa fruit stall she liked, a bakery that had the best honey buns (she bit her lip while saying "honey buns," and Artis fucking felt that in his soul), and a fabric store she visited sometimes.
    But finally, they stopped.
    Right in front of a small, hidden flower garden.
    It wasn't one of those over-the-top noble gardens from the inner sect¡ªno, this was more¡­ personal.

 Chapter 128 Who is he now?

    But finally, they stopped.
    Right in front of a small, hidden flower garden.
    It wasn't one of those over-the-top noble gardens from the inner sect¡ªno, this was more¡­ personal.
    'What is this place?'
    He wondered, scanning his surroundings.
    'Damn. It's so... neat. Organized.'
    The garden was small but well-kept, the flowers carefully arranged in precise, colorful rows. It was almost unsettling how perfect it looked¡ªlike someone had taken time to trim every single bush with obsessive devotion.
    'Weirdly satisfying. I respect it.'
    At the very center, a modest stone fountain stood tall, carved into the shape of the God of Prosperity. sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    The statue was majestic, grand, noble¡ª
    And holding a bowl of coins over his junk like a censor bar. Artis squinted at it.
    "¡­Lily, why does your god look like he's about to flash me?"
    Lily snorted, covering her mouth. "What? That's how the God of Prosperity is depicted!"
    "Half-naked with his dick barely covered?"
    She shrugged, her tail flicking behind her.
    "Prosperity comes from generosity. And what's more generous than a man offering his¡­ wealth?"
    Artis just stared.
    The flowers themselves looked familiar.
    "You pluck flowers from here?"
    Lily shot him an offended look.
    "Not pluck. Buy."
    She flicked her hair, then suddenly perked up, waving energetically toward an old lady tending to some flowers across the way.
    "Hiii!"
    The old woman smiled and waved back, her wrinkled hands still covered in soil.
    Artis nodded.
    "So you're a regular?"
    "Of course. A flower girl's gotta stay in business."
    She grinned, rocking back on her heels, which just so happened to make her boobs bounce slightly in her tunic.
    Artis definitely noticed.
    "You know your flowers, huh?"
    "I do, sir."
    She playfully emphasized the "sir" in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.
    "You know every flower?"
    His eyebrow arched in challenge.
    She squared her shoulders, lifting her chest ever so slightly, giving him an unintentional eyeful of her swollen curves.
    "Try me."
    'Oh, sweetheart, you're making this too easy.'
    Artis smirked and pointed at a small violet-colored flower nearby. It had a long, loose stem and delicate five-petaled blossoms.
    Lily glanced at it for a second, then burst into laughter.
    "Easy."
    She smirked.
    "Violets."
    "..."
    "..."
    "...Err¡­"
    She grinned and tilted her head.
    "That's the name of the flower, silly."
    Artis blinked.
    'Oh. Well, fuck.'
    With zero comeback, he just nodded slowly like a dumbass.
    "Fine, fine. That one's on me. What about that one?"
    Artis gestured toward a small bush covered in bright yellow flowers, their petals soft like silk, clustered together like a golden explosion.
    Lily barely even looked before answering with obnoxious confidence.
    "Honey blossom. Medicinal. Good for wounds, fevers, and¡ª"
    And then she was off, reciting flower facts like a damn encyclopedia in a corset.
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    Artis narrowed his eyes.
    'Alright, flower girl. Let's see how deep this rabbit hole goes.'
    He pointed at another flower.
    Lily scoffed and rattled off its name and uses without hesitation.
    Then another.
    And another.
    Then a weird-looking weed that was sticking out of a crack in the stone path, and holy shit, she even knew that one.
    By the time they were done, Artis crossed his arms, half-impressed, half-annoyed.
    "Alright, fine. You're a damn flower genius."
    Lily smirked like she just won a championship match.
    "Told you. You doubted me, sir. Bad move."
    She flicked his forehead playfully, but the way her chest slightly bounced from the motion was just enough to make Artis momentarily forget how words worked.
    'This woman is dangerous.'
    Lily brushed off her dress and stretched, her body arching just enough to give Artis a very nice, very sinful view.
    "Alright, since you look half-decent and aren't a complete bastard, I'm gonna let you meet someone special...sir"
    She grinned mischievously and started walking away.
    Artis hesitated for a second before following, his gaze locked on the hypnotic sway of her hips.
    'Special? Does she have a husband? A boyfriend?'
    The thought itched at the back of his mind, but then he licked his lips as he watched her curves bounce with each step.
    'Whoever it is, I'm sorry¡ªbut that fine piece of ass? Yeah, I'm tasting it.'
    They walked for a while, passing through the bustling market, until she finally stopped in front of a small workshop with a weathered sign hanging above the door.
    HAN'S WOOD CUTTER.
    Artis stared at the sign, then at Lily, then back at the sign.
    '...The fuck is this?'
    From inside the shop, the deep, rhythmic sound of axes splitting logs echoed through the air, punctuated by grunts of exertion from muscular men hard at work.
    The scent of freshly cut wood and sweat mixed in the warm afternoon air.
    "Come on. Let's go."
    Lily grinned, throwing him a glance over her shoulder before stepping inside with a sway of her hips.
    Artis hesitated, eyebrows furrowing as he stared at the entrance.
    'This better not be some secret boyfriend or, worse, a long-lost husband situation.'
    With cautious steps, he followed her inside.
    The moment he entered, his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, and he was greeted by the sight of men in loose tunics, their muscles flexing as they swung axes into thick logs, sending splinters flying.
    It was like walking into a goddamn sweaty lumberjack fantasy.
    'Well¡­ if I was into burly men chopping wood, I'd be in heaven.'
    Lily moved through the workshop effortlessly, dodging a stray log with the grace of someone who clearly belonged here.
    She approached a young, broad-shouldered man who was mid-swing, his muscles flexing as he brought the axe down with a powerful crack, splitting the log cleanly in half.
    Before he could grab another, Lily tapped him on the shoulder.
    The young man paused mid-motion, turning to see who had interrupted him.
    The moment his eyes landed on her, his expression softened¡ªlike a man seeing his beloved after a long, exhausting day.
    'Oh, hell no.'
    Artis narrowed his eyes, his gut immediately not liking this shit.
    Lily leaned in close to the woodcutter, standing on her tiptoes as she whispered something into his ear, her soft lips dangerously close to his skin.
    The man's eyes widened at whatever she said.
    A tense second passed.
    Then, slowly, he turned his head toward Artis.
    His gaze flickered up and down, taking in Artis's stupidly handsome face, his too-perfect physique, and the way he looked so ridiculously out of place in a room full of sweaty laborers.
    Artis crossed his arms and tilted his head, waiting.
    'Alright, buddy, let's hear it. Who the fuck are you to her?'

 Chapter 129 Whys he dumb?

    The young woodcutter's gaze flicked from Artis to Lily, his brow furrowing slightly. Then, without breaking eye contact with her, he leaned in and whispered something against her ear.
    Lily rolled her eyes, gave him a light slap on the arm, and whispered something back while pointing at Artis.
    'Oh, for fuck's sake¡ªenough with the secret meetings. What the hell is this, a spy convention? Just say it out loud, goddammit.'
    Artis kept his face neutral, standing there like a benevolent, patient man who wasn't just eavesdropping on a conversation about his own fate.
    On the outside, he was cool, collected, exuding noble confidence.
    On the inside? He was screaming.
    Then¡ªCLAP!
    Lily suddenly clapped her hands together, breaking the moment like a schoolteacher catching two students passing notes.
    She turned her annoyed but slightly amused gaze from the woodcutter to Artis and, with the grace of someone who had just dropped a fucking nuke into the conversation, announced:
    "Let me introduce you to my stupid fianc¨¦, Hajin."
    'Oh. Oh, this bitch.'
    Artis's mind short-circuited for half a second.
    Meanwhile, Lily kept going like she hadn't just shattered his entire mood:
    "Hajin, this is Artis, our patron, who just saved us from our entire debt, and with the balance left over, we will finally have the dream wedding we've always wanted."
    She smiled, looking between the two men like they were old drinking buddies instead of two natural enemies about to piss in each other's territory.
    Hajin's face remained skeptical, his arms crossing over his ridiculously chiseled chest, like he wasn't entirely buying this new 'patron' situation.
    Meanwhile, Artis's soul left his body for a second.
    His fake smile stretched so wide that it could have belonged to a deranged mannequin, especially when he heard the words "dream wedding."
    'Dream what? Bitch, I just met you this morning, and now I'm paying for your fantasy wedding?'
    He was desperately holding onto his 'polite nobleman' act, but deep down, a very primal, very aggressive part of him was screaming:
    'I'M GONNA FUCKING WRECK THIS WEDDING.'
    "Marriage? Oh, congratulations, Lily! And, Hajin, I'm so damn sorry you have to deal with this thing for the rest of your life."
    Artis smiled brightly, his words dripping with honeyed sarcasm, but the effect was immediate. Lily's beaming expression shattered like a cheap porcelain plate.
    Meanwhile, Hajin's skeptical frown cracked open into laughter, his deep chuckles turning into a full-blown cackle.
    "Pfft¡ªha ha ha! True, true..."
    Hajin shook his head, still laughing, completely missing the deadly shift in Lily's expression. A vein visibly twitched on her forehead as she turned to him, slowly, mechanically, like a horror villain about to go apeshit. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire
    "Ohhh, so it's funny now, huh?"
    Hajin didn't notice.
    "You're laughing now?"
    He still didn't notice.
    "All your deep, brooding suspicion about Artis just disappeared in an instant, huh?"
    Still laughing.
    Lily cracked her fingers. Then her neck. Then rolled her shoulders like she was preparing for a fucking street fight.
    By the time Hajin finally sensed the incoming storm, it was too fucking late. sea??h th§× nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "Lily, wait, I¡ªHUUPP!"
    THWACK!
    Lily jumped¡ªliterally jumped¡ªto slap him square on the top of his head.
    Hajin immediately crouched down, clutching his skull, groaning.
    "You wanna laugh now, huh?" Lily fisted her hands, standing over him like a mob boss about to collect a debt.
    "You wanna laugh now, Mr. Hajin?!"
    Hajin said nothing. He just held his head and prayed.
    "Oi, oi, stop whacking Hajin!"
    Artis waved his hands like a referee breaking up a bar fight.
    "Can't a man joke around and laugh a little? What kind of cruel world is this where a dude gets his head smacked just for appreciating good comedy?"
    Hajin, still rubbing his abused scalp, shot him a look of gratitude.
    Artis strode over, all confidence and swagger, before dramatically extending his hand.
    "Come on, brother," he said, voice dripping with camaraderie. "Get up. Let me see who the fuck dares to hurt you again."
    The last part? Pointedly aimed at Lily.
    Lily, who was still pouting like a kid caught stealing cookies, huffed and looked away, arms crossed tightly under her chest¡ªpushing up her breasts just enough for Artis to appreciate the view.
    She couldn't exactly scold or smack their glorious new patron, so instead, she settled for pretending to ignore both of them while secretly eavesdropping.
    Hajin, after cautiously glancing at her to confirm he wasn't about to get backhanded again, finally accepted Artis's hand.
    And holy shit.
    The moment their hands clasped, Hajin felt it. Strength.
    Not the usual soft, noble-born 'I lift a fancy tea cup and occasionally slap servants' type of strength. No, this grip was firm, controlled, and radiated a quiet confidence.
    'What the hell¡­?'
    He had assumed Artis was just another spoiled cultivator brat, the kind who strutted around in silk robes, smelled like imported rosewater, and threw money at problems instead of actually solving them.
    But his clothes were flimsy, definitely not the arrogant statement-piece most cultivators preferred. And that grip? It wasn't enhanced by spiritual energy. That was raw fucking power.
    'Did this guy just¡­ work out? Like a normal person?!'
    The realization hit Hajin so hard he almost let go.
    Meanwhile, Artis, completely aware of the effect he was having, flashed him a dazzling smile like some heroic prince out of a raunchy romance novel.
    'Yeah, buddy. Let that sink in. Your fianc¨¦e just introduced you to a man who could probably throw you over his shoulder and steal her if he wanted.'
    Lily, oblivious to the tense, hyper-masculine handshake moment happening right in front of her, sighed dramatically.
    "Are you both done? Or are you gonna start oiling up and wrestling next?"
    Artis smirked.
    "That depends. You gonna watch?"
    Lily rolled her eyes, but the way her lips twitched upward gave her away.
    "Thank you for saving me from this disa¡ªI mean, my lovely fianc¨¦e..."
    Hajin barely caught himself mid-sentence, but it was too fucking late. A cold, sharp stare sliced through the back of his neck like a cursed dagger.
    Lily.
    She was smiling. Smiling. But it was that particular kind of smile women gave right before they decided whether they were gonna break a plate over your head or poison your dinner.

 Chapter 130 FiancèŒ…? Him? Really?

    Artis, watching the show like a bored god toying with mortals, just smirked and clapped Hajin on the back¡ªhard enough to make him stumble forward.
    "No problem, brother."
    He said, grinning like he'd just saved Hajin from a fate worse than death.
    "But let me ask you something. Why the fuck are you using that tiny axe to hack away at that big log?"
    He motioned to the comically small axe in Hajin's hand, which was doing about as much damage to the wood as a wet noodle slapping a brick wall.
    Hajin froze. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
    "H-Ha, that¡­ uh¡­"
    He scratched the back of his head, looking like a guy caught jacking off in a confession booth.
    "That's because my boss told me to use the small axe to¡­ uh¡­ cut the log faster."
    Artis blinked.
    "Faster?"
    "Yeah¡­"
    Hajin laughed awkwardly. "Apparently, the smaller axe makes the work quicker."
    A long, painful silence.
    Artis just stared. Like. Stared. The kind of stare that could strip a man's dignity down to his sweaty underwear.
    "Brother."
    Artis rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache coming on.
    "How the actual hell does that make any sense?"
    "It¡­ uh¡­ it just does?"
    Hajin's voice went up at the end like a man desperately trying to convince himself of his own bullshit.
    "Cutting the log quicker? How¡­ wait. Are you getting paid per log?"
    Artis squinted at Hajin, half-expecting this to be some elaborate joke.
    "Yeah," Hajin said, nodding like a man who just discovered fire. "It's per log. And I've been hacking away at this one since morning. Almost halfway through."
    Artis followed his gaze to the pathetic, half-mutilated log.
    There it was, standing strong, unbothered, and probably laughing at Hajin's life choices.
    'Is he fucking dumb?'
    Artis's brain short-circuited for a second. Either this guy was actually an idiot, or he just didn't give a single fuck about making money.
    Like¡ªlet's get this straight. He gets paid per log. But instead of using the big, chonky, manly axe that could split the damn thing in two like a whore's legs on a payday, he was stubbornly whittling away at it with a glorified toothpick¡­ because his boss said so?
    What the actual fuck?
    If this reasonably built man had used the proper axe, he'd have already chopped through three or four logs, maybe even had time for a quick nap and a beer.
    But no. Here he was, stuck in a doomed love affair with a single stubborn log, sweating like a sinner in church.
    Artis exhaled through his nose, hard.
    "You must be thinking my fianc¨¦ is dumb, right?"
    Artis snapped out of his internal roast session when Lily's syrupy-sweet voice cut through the air.
    He looked up, only to see her smiling like a woman who had already accepted the tragic fate of being engaged to a moron.
    "No, no."
    Artis started, but before he could even try to salvage Hajin's dignity, Lily gracefully obliterated it. S§×ar?h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    "You're wrong," she said, flipping her hair with a dramatic flick of her wrist. "He's not dumb. He's a coward."
    She delivered it so casually, so effortlessly, like she was commenting on the fucking weather.
    "Darling¡­"
    Hajin croaked, visibly wounded.
    But the moment he turned to plead for sympathy, Lily shot him a glare so sharp and lethal that his balls practically retracted into his body.
    Ding-ding-ding!
    Before the tension could fully settle, a loud bell rang in the air, signaling the end of a shift or possibly the start of Hajin's funeral. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire
    The inner work station erupted with movement as a crowd of rowdy, sweaty, half-naked men shuffled out.
    And they weren't just regular sweaty men. Oh no. These were the kind of testosterone-fueled, dirt-covered bastards who thought bathing was a luxury and deodorant was a government conspiracy.
    The moment they spotted Lily standing there in all her feminine glory, their demeanor shifted instantly.
    Their sweat-dripping, calloused hands stopped rubbing their chests, and instead, they turned their mocking, shit-eating grins on Hajin.
    Like hyenas spotting a wounded gazelle.
    "Ah, Lily, dear."
    Agrizzled man with a beard long enough to store a family of squirrels purred, sauntering up. He flexed his biceps, veins bulging like he was about to give birth to a muscular snake.
    "Come on, just feel this. I know you wanna touch it." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Don't be shy."
    Lily smirked, unfazed. She glanced at his sweaty, glistening, probably disease-ridden arm and wrinkled her nose.
    "No, thank you," she said, chuckling as she waved him off like a bad smell. "I don't wanna touch stinky, sweaty arms."
    The men cackled, slapping each other's backs while Hajin just stood there, laughing awkwardly.
    "Ah, Hajin, you lucky bastard."
    The bearded brute grinned like he had just downed three pints of ale, then reached out and forcefully ruffled Hajin's hair, nearly knocking his whole damn head off.
    Hajin, bless his whipped soul, just smiled through it and took it like the well-trained puppy he was.
    "Come on, Lily, party with us real men!"
    Another one of the walking hormone factories chimed in, puffing out his hairy, sweat-drenched chest.
    "Not this cowardly idiot. We'll show you a real good time."
    This time, Hajin actually reacted. His jaw clenched, his eyes twitched¡ªa flicker of manly defiance sparked to life!
    "You guys can't talk¡ª"
    Unfortunately, his testicular courage lasted all of half a second.
    The moment one of the burly men cocked a brow at him, Hajin's soul immediately folded like a cheap chair.
    "Sorry, sorry."
    He muttered, looking down like a scolded puppy.
    Artis, meanwhile, was barely holding in his laughter. This was better than a damn stage play.
    Lily, however, was entirely unfazed.
    She brushed a hand through her luscious hair, cocked a hip, and gave the most condescending little chuckle.
    "Nah," she said, waving them off like they were pesky mosquitoes. "I only need this coward. I don't need men with wives and kids who can't even keep it in their pants."
    "Get lost."
    A loud "OOF" ran through the room, like Lily had just kicked every single one of them straight in the balls.

 Chapter 131 Yep, A Beta Simp

    "Ahhh, if only I met you when you were younger¡ªlike this bastard did."
    One particularly smug brute leaned in, eyes dripping with suggestiveness.
    Lily just arched a brow.
    "Oh?"
    "If I had gotten to you first, you'd have been mine," he said, smirking like he was God's gift to women. "Then me and the boys would've danced with you¡ªif you know what I mean."
    He winked. He actually winked.
    Then, for maximum douche effect, he slammed a hand onto Hajin's back¡ªhard. Hajin stumbled forward, barely stopping himself from kissing the floor.
    The room erupted with laughter, the men hooting like they'd just scored a victory. Hajin just smiled awkwardly, taking it all like a man who had long accepted his fate.
    One by one, the sweaty, stinking workers filed out of the room, each giving Lily one last, lingering, nasty look.
    'Wow. Just¡­ wow. This is easier than I fucking thought. This is so much easier than I fucking thought it would be.'
    Artis stood there, arms crossed, lips twitching with the purest form of amused arrogance. Watching the circus unfold before him was like witnessing a divine revelation.
    The men of this world were absolute dogshit.
    Who would've thought that the husband of a gorgeous woman would fall into one of three categories:
    *A cuck like Lui.
    *An idiot like Chen.
    *A coward like Hajin.
    Who would've thought?
    Everyone.
    It was a fucking pattern. A clear, unmistakable, big, bolded pattern. And now that he'd seen it for what it was, he couldn't unsee it. This world was designed for him.
    It was almost tragic. Almost. Sear?h the Novel?ire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis cracked his knuckles, grinning like a wolf in a den full of sheep. These weak, pathetic men weren't meant to keep their women.
    They were put here as obstacles.
    "Obstacles" was a strong word, though. More like¡­ stepping stones.
    The dear Author¡ªthe almighty hand behind this world¡ªhad clearly designed them this way, like NPCs in a shitty dating sim, so that his golden, magnificent hero (which, surprise, was him more than Reiner) could come and sweep these women off their feet, one by one.
    And you know what? He wasn't complaining.
    Not even a little bit.
    Because at the end of the day, he was the one who would be doing the sweeping.
    "See that? See that?! He just stood there and took it like a bitch! Just nodded along like a good little puppy while those assholes wiped their dirty boots all over him!
    "If it were any other man¡ªhell, even a half-man with one nut¡ªthey'd at least throw a punch, spit on the ground, or grunt like a fucking caveman! But no, not Hajin. Not my beloved, precious, spineless fianc¨¦."
    Lily ground her teeth so hard it was a miracle she didn't sharpen them into fangs. Her nails dug into her arms, her tail (if she had one) would've been flicking furiously.
    Sure, she had been all smiles and fake giggles when dealing with those sweaty degenerates, but inside?
    She was fucking seething.
    Did she have to deal with this every time she came here? Yes.
    Was it any less irritating than the first time? Fuck no.
    At the very least, she was grateful they took her rejection with mocking laughter rather than fragile male ego-induced tantrums. But let's be real¡ªif they did retaliate, what were the odds Hajin would do anything about it?
    ¡­Exactly.
    Zero.
    Zilch.
    Big, fat fucking nothing.
    "Honey, it's not like that..."
    Hajin's voice was so shaky, so pathetically weak, it was a wonder he didn't just curl into a fetal position right then and there.
    He looked like a kicked puppy. Or worse¡ªa puppy that knew it was about to be kicked and was just standing there, accepting its fate.
    "I work with them, alright? It's already hard enough to find a decent job! I can't afford to piss them off! Please, just try to understand!"
    Oh, yeah. Of course.
    That totally explained why he stood there wagging his invisible tail while the guys basically said, "Hey Lily, we'd all gangbang you if you let us."
    Totally normal workplace banter. Totally.
    Lily let out a long, exhausted sigh, the kind only women in doomed relationships knew how to exhale.
    'Nah, its not because of that, its because of your fear, you coward.'
    Artis could practically smell the fear radiating off Hajin. The dude was trembling like a wet kitten, voice cracking like he was going through puberty all over again.
    If those rowdy bastards had stayed just a few minutes longer, Artis was 99% sure this guy would've pissed himself.
    'What a beta.'
    Artis shook his head, mentally lighting a candle for Lily's sex life, because if this was the kind of man she was about to marry¡­? Holy shit.
    Meanwhile, Lily looked at Hajin one last time, her lips trembling like she was holding back the urge to cuss his ass out. But instead of wasting her breath, she just bit her lip, turned on her heel, and stormed off.
    And let's just say¡ªher tits and ass did NOT move subtly.
    That furious strut? It was a masterpiece.
    Those heaving, bouncing breasts and that swishing, pissed-off ass? Even the gods had to take a second to admire.
    Artis damn sure did.
    "Let's go, sir. It's not safe to stand here at all."
    Lily's voice was clipped, her pace fast and fuck-you aggressive.
    "Lily..."
    Hajin's voice was barely above a whisper, like a kicked puppy begging for forgiveness. But Lily? She was already gone.
    Artis walked up to the poor bastard and clapped a firm, comforting-but-definitely-mocking hand on his shoulder.
    Hajin looked up. Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire
    'Oh, this was going to be too fucking easy.'
    Hajin was already halfway to convincing himself that being a spineless little bitch was the way to live, and Artis? He was just here to give him that final push off the cliff of cuckoldry.
    "Avoiding fights is better than living in constant fear."
    Artis said, voice smooth, reassuring¡ªlike a devil whispering sweet nothings into a fool's ear.
    "You never know when they'll hurt you back, right? It's better to just... go with the flow. Keep the peace. No sudden movements."
    Hajin nodded along, swallowing thickly. The poor bastard actually agreed with him.
    God, this was going to be hilarious.
    If Lily had been easy, Artis wouldn't even be wasting his breath on this loser.
    He'd already be balls-deep in that furious little body, making her moan his name while Hajin stood there like a useless decorative plant.
    But no, she was stubborn. And stubborn women needed a different approach.
    So Artis would take his time, gently prying open this weakling's defenses until Hajin could watch Lily sucking Artis's cock right in front of him and still convince himself that everything was totally fine.
    It was almost poetic.

 Chapter 132 How To Be A Man!

    Artis patted Hajin's shoulder, giving him a look of deep, understanding brotherhood.
    "You're doing the right thing, Hajin."
    The fool actually smiled in gratitude.
    "Look... I'm sorry you have to see this. It's just..."
    He started, his voice already losing its edge. Out of everyone here¡ªeven Lily¡ªthis man was the only one who treated him like an actual human being and not some disposable tool.
    Maybe that's why, despite himself, he couldn't help but let his guard down, just a little.
    "You don't have to say anything, Hajin, I get it."
    Artis said, his voice steady, knowing.
    "I crawled out of a family that makes this shit look like a cozy bedtime story. So trust me, I understand. Your safety, her safety¡ªthat's what matters, right? And if that means swallowing your pride and playing the coward, then fuck it. Cowards live longer."
    Hajin blinked, his heart stuttering.
    "Y-you mean...?"
    "Of course, I mean that. Look, people love to act tough until they're staring down the barrel of real consequences. You do what you have to do. Protect her. Protect yourself. Nothing's braver than making sure the people you love get to wake up tomorrow in one piece."
    The words hit Hajin deep, like a gut punch wrapped in silk. That was exactly what he'd been trying to do all along.
    Just keep Lily safe. But no matter how much he sacrificed, no matter how much he bent over backwards, she just didn't fucking get it.
    This man¡ªthis noble-looking, sinfully handsome bastard¡ªwho by all logic should have been a pompous, self-obsessed dickhead, had just whispered the most beautiful, heart-melting words Hajin had ever heard.
    It was like a god had descended just to cradle his pathetic soul, whispering sweet reassurances while running divine fingers through his metaphorical hair.
    'Shh, shh, Hajin, you're valid. You're loved. You're not a total fucking loser.'
    A single tear wobbled at the edge of his eye, and for a horrifying moment, it nearly betrayed him.
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    He clenched his jaw, turned away sharply, doing his best impression of a man who still had his shit together.
    "Th-thank you¡­ for your kind words¡­"
    He croaked, his voice cracking like an old floorboard under the weight of his emotions.
    And then¡ªfuck, then¡ªthe bastard had the audacity to place a hand on his shoulder.
    Not just any hand. A firm, confident, manly hand. The kind of hand that had probably gripped swords, steered horses, and ruined bedsheets.
    Strong enough to break bones, yet right now, it was just¡­ patting him. Comforting him.
    'What kind of villainous aristocrat does this shit?!'
    "You're doing great," Artis murmured, voice soft but commanding. "Just hang in there, okay?"
    'Oh, hell no.'
    Those words hit Hajin like a battering ram to his brittle little heart. The last shred of his emotional defenses collapsed.
    The dam burst. Tears started flowing like he was in the final act of a tragic drama, and there wasn't a single fucking thing he could do about it.
    He felt the man step away, his smooth, calculated footsteps fading into the distance, and Hajin could do nothing but silently thank every deity out there that this smug, perfect, dangerous bastard wasn't watching him ugly-cry like a bitch.
    'I suppose¡­ I can trust him with Lily, then¡­'
    Oh, Hajin. Sweet, na?ve little Hajin. That was exactly what the bastard wanted him to think.
    Because even as he disappeared into the distance, his presence lingered, like the scent of expensive cologne and impending doom. The vulture had marked its prey.
    And it wouldn't stop until it had its feast.
    ...
    Outside, Lily stood like an impatient queen, arms folded, foot tapping aggressively against the dirt like she was trying to summon a demon.
    Her face was set in a scowl¡ªannoyed, frustrated, pissed¡ªbut the second she saw Artis stepping out, that expression flipped like a cheap coin trick.
    A smile. A fake-ass, plastic-ass, so-fake-it-could-file-for-bankruptcy kind of smile. The kind of smile that said, I'm totally fine, everything is wonderful, while her soul was actively setting itself on fire.
    But Artis wasn't buying that shit for a second.
    From some corner, the drunken laughter of rowdy men echoed, their voices thick with whatever cheap swill they'd been guzzling. He couldn't see them though.
    Lily took a deep breath, plastering on an even bigger fake-ass grin, the corners of her mouth twitching under the strain of maintaining the lie.
    "I was excited to make you meet him, but I guess I got carried away and stormed out, huh?"
    She let out a small, bitter chuckle, but her fingers curled ever so slightly, as if resisting the urge to punch something.
    "He's a coward, right?"
    That last part was said with the sweetest, most venom-dripping voice Artis had ever heard. It was like wrapping a knife in silk and sliding it between someone's ribs.
    Artis stopped near her, standing close¡ªtoo close. He met her gaze head-on, his smirk just a little too amused, just a little too knowing. He could practically see the storm brewing behind her pretty eyes.
    "Yes," he said smoothly. "He is."
    Lily stiffened. That single, flat confirmation shattered whatever flimsy act she'd been trying to keep up.
    Her smile wavered, cracked, then completely crumbled as she looked down, her fingers clenching into her skirts.
    "How long are you gonna put up with this shit, Lily?"
    Artis drawled, his voice smooth, but carrying just the right amount of bite.
    "How long are you going to let these drunk bastards whistle at you like you're the main course at a tavern feast? How long until one of them decides to stop barking and actually bite?"
    Lily stiffened, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress. She had no answer for that¡ªbecause deep down, she knew he was right. It was bleak. Hopeless. And the worst part? She didn't know what the fuck to do about it.
    Hajin had been there for her since childhood. He was safe. Familiar. Reliable. And maybe that's why she had eventually caved to his relentless pursuit¡ªbecause familiarity was easier than venturing into the unknown.
    But right now, looking at Artis, with his sharp gaze and arrogant smirk, she wondered¡ªhad she made a mistake?
    She swallowed hard, then asked. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire
    "What... what would you have done if you were in his shoes?"
    The moment the words left her lips, Artis's expression changed.
    A slow, knowing grin stretched across his face, the kind that made her stomach flip and her thighs clench involuntarily.
    'Oh, fuck.'
    She didn't know why, but something about the way he smiled just then sent a shiver right down her spine.
    And then, just as casually as if he were adjusting his cuffs, Artis glanced over at the group of rowdy, drunken men laughing like hyenas in the corner.
    He grabbed her hand.
    "I'll show you how a real man protects his woman."
    Lily's breath hitched. His grip was firm, warm, and utterly confident. Her pulse spiked.
    Her brain screamed at her to pull away, to ask what the hell he was about to do¡ªbut her body?
    Oh, her traitorous, traitorous body was already heating up from the sheer boldness of his touch.
    'Shit.'
    This was either going to be a disaster¡ªor the most thrilling thing that had ever happened to her.

 Chapter 133 A Real Mans Conviction!

    "You're stupid."
    Lily's voice was sharp, but the way her breath hitched betrayed her.
    "Doesn't matter now."
    Artis didn't even glance at her, his voice dripping with pure, reckless confidence.
    "I have one target and one target only."
    Finally, he turned, locking eyes with her. His grip on her hand was firm, possessive, claiming.
    "And that is¡­ to show you how a real man protects his woman."
    He turned, walking forward with confidence, leading her by the hand like he owned her soul. And damn it, her traitorous heart had the audacity to start hammering against her ribs like a drunk trying to break into a bar after last call.
    'What the hell?'
    She clutched her chest with her free hand, as if she could physically stop the wild beating, but it was useless. A fiery warmth spread through her face, creeping down her neck, settling low in her belly.
    'What the fuck is this?'
    'Why the hell did that sound so¡­ hot? Why is my body acting like a thirsty bitch just because a man said some dramatic nonsense with conviction?' Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire
    Her mind raced. It wasn't like she hadn't heard sweet words before¡ªhell, she'd been hit on by all kinds of men in this godforsaken sect, from sweaty, desperate outer disciples to snobby young masters who thought their daddy's money was enough to make her drop her robes.
    But this¡­ this was different.
    Because for the first time in her entire miserable, man-repellent life, someone actually said something for her. Not to get in her pants. Not to impress some elders. Not to puff up their own ego.
    Just for her.
    And worse, this wasn't some flowery, poetry-spouting playboy trying to worm his way into her bed with empty words. This was raw, blunt, and stupidly honest.
    Her fingers clenched against her chest.
    'Is this why my heart's going crazy? Is it because this is the first time I've ever heard something like this¡­ from another man?'
    Her brain scrambled for some kind of comparison, but all it did was throw out a depressing list of cowardly men she'd known in her life.
    Hajin? Soft as a freshly baked bun. Hajin's dad? Might as well have been a ghost. Her own father? Dead before she even got to know him.
    Her sister's husband? That asshole fled the moment things got tough, running with his tail between his legs the second he heard her sister was dead.
    Every man in her life had either been weak or had run away. S§×arch* The nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    But this man?
    This absolute dumbass with more balls than sense?
    He was here.
    And for the first time in her life, she was experiencing what it actually felt like to have someone stand up for her.
    To have someone look at her and say, I've got your back.
    She gulped, her eyes glued to the man's back¡ªthe broad, sturdy kind of back that made a woman's brain short-circuit with thoughts she definitely should not be having right now.
    The kind of back that said, Lean on me, baby, and I'll carry you through hell.
    But looks were deceiving, weren't they?
    Because for all she knew, this was just a very well-sculpted back with no real substance. A nice, muscular slab of man-meat that might crumble the moment things got rough.
    'What if he's just all bark and no bite?'
    Her fingers twitched. Her heart did a weird little flip she didn't appreciate.
    Then reality smacked her across the face.
    'What if the workers beat him to a pulp?'
    Twenty burly, sweaty, permanently pissed-off men against one lone idiot? That wasn't a fight¡ªthat was an execution. And she wasn't particularly in the mood to watch him get turned into ground beef right in front of her.
    But then, like a little devil whispering filth straight into her ear, another thought slithered into her mind.
    'Wait a fucking second¡­'
    'What if he's a cultivator?'
    Her eyes widened as the realization punched her straight in the gut.
    If he was, then that changed everything.
    Her thoughts spiraled, weaving together half-remembered myths and drunken tavern tales about the kinds of shit cultivators could do.
    The old stories spoke of men who could split mountains with a single punch, who could shatter the sky with a kick, who could probably use their dicks to carve a new Grand Canyon if they felt like it.
    Flying? Possible.Fire-breathing? Maybe.Punching twenty men so hard their souls left their bodies? Absolutely.
    But those were just stories, weren't they?
    She had never seen anyone in this part of the sect display anything remotely close to that kind of power.
    No one came here, no one cared about this place. It was a forgotten corner of the world, a pit where dreams went to die.
    And yet¡­
    She swallowed hard, a fresh wave of heat creeping up her neck as she stared at his back again.
    Could he be the exception?
    Was she, for the first time in her life, about to witness something insane?
    Lily didn't waste her breath trying to talk him out of it anymore. No more questions, no more arguments, no more "Wait, are you sure about this?"
    Because, deep down, she wanted to see this.
    She wanted to feel it.
    For once in her life, she wanted to know what it was like to have someone stand up for her.
    To not have to grit her teeth, laugh it off, or pretend that every wandering hand and lecherous stare was just part of life.
    Every day, it was the same shit. The same disgusting, greasy-eyed men who treated her like she was nothing more than a pair of tits attached to legs.
    The same lingering stares, the same muttered comments, the same sleazy hands trying to grope when they thought no one was looking.
    She'd gotten so used to it, she barely reacted anymore.
    But not today.
    Today was different.
    Today, someone else would be making those bastards shut up.
    Today, she was going to watch them squirm.
    And today, she was going to be the one laughing.
    ...
    The scent of stale beer and unwashed bodies filled the air as the rowdy workers sat in a messy circle, shoveling food into their mouths like wild dogs at a feast.
    Meat juices and bread crumbs dripped down their chins, mixing with the sweat glistening on their sunburnt faces. The occasional belch rumbled through the group, thick with the stench of alcohol.
    Then they spotted her.
    And him.
    Their laughter stuttered.
    Eyes, beady and glinting with interest, locked onto Lily and the handsome bastard at her side. The very same bastard they had dismissed earlier.
    Their grins stretched wider, sleazier.
    "Oh ho, look what we got here."
    One of them drawled, smacking his meaty thigh with a greasy palm.
    "Looks like little Lily brought us a treat."
    A ripple of chuckles spread through the group.
    "Guess she finally decided to stop playing hard to get."
    Another chimed in, running his tongue over his beer-soaked lips.
    "And she brought a friend, too. Damn shame¡ªwe're gonna have to mess up that pretty little face of his."
    A third man¡ªfatter than the rest, with a gut that looked like it had been stuffed with a lifetime of stolen meals¡ªgrinned around a mouthful of bread.
    He wiped his filthy beard with the back of his hand, smearing grease across his already grimy cheek.
    "Hope he ain't too attached to his teeth," he chuckled. "'Cause he ain't leavin' with all of 'em."
    Another burst of laughter.
    "Pretty boy over there looks like he's got some coin on him."
    One of the thugs cracked his knuckles, his yellowed teeth bared in a grin as he eyed Artis up and down.
    "Rich brat like that? Probably soft as a plucked chicken."
    "Yeah," another one chuckled, licking his lips like a wolf eyeing a meal. "What's a feast without dessert, huh?"
    Lily felt bile rise in her throat as she watched them size her up, eyes crawling over her body like a pack of starving dogs circling fresh meat.
    "She's a feisty one," a particularly greasy bastard sneered. His beer belly strained against his filthy tunic as he rubbed his grubby fingers together. "We should take our time enjoyin' her."
    Lily's stomach twisted in revulsion. The way he said it made her skin crawl. Like she wasn't even a person.
    "Maybe we should make that little twink Hajin watch while we break her in, huh?"
    That set them off.
    Laughter exploded through the group¡ªdeep, wheezing, beer-fueled guffaws as they clutched their bellies and slapped their knees.
    One of them laughed so hard he nearly toppled over, barely catching himself on a nearby barrel.
    Then, one by one, they started getting to their feet.
    Slowly.
    Deliberately.
    Like a pack of wolves closing in.
    Each movement was slow, savoring. Hands cracked knuckles, tongues ran over dry lips. A few of them were still chuckling, exchanging looks like they were already deciding who would go first.
    Lily knew that look.
    She'd seen it too many times before.
    It should've made her scared. Should've.
    But she didn't feel fear anymore.
    Only exhaustion. Disgust.

 Chapter 134 Blow the Truth!

    Lily scowled¡ªnot in fright, not even in anger, but in utter indifference. As if she was looking at a pile of dung someone had left in the middle of the road.
    She'd endured this shit for years.
    These filthy, leering, half-brained pigs thinking they had any claim over her. Thinking that, just because she was a woman, they could do whatever they wanted.
    But today?
    Today was different.
    "Well, well."
    One of them began, it was the same guy from before who flexed his biceps and asked her if she wanted to fell it.
    He flexed his arms like a rooster puffing up its chest.
    His muscles bulged, thick with years of hard labor¡ªbut Lily had zero doubt they were more fat than strength.
    His beady eyes twinkled with amusement as he grinned at her.
    "What brings you here, Lily, dear? Couldn't resist seekin' out the company of some real men?"
    More chuckles rippled through the group.
    Lily didn't flinch.
    Instead, she let out a slow, unimpressed breath, her arms folding under her chest.
    And beside her, standing so still he almost looked bored¡ªArtis cracked his knuckles.
    Lily felt a shiver run down her spine.
    Not from fear.
    From anticipation.
    Oh, this was going to be good.
    "Well, of course! Why else would she be here, right?"
    One of the thugs smirked, adjusting his belt like he was about to get to work.
    "If you just say the word, sweetheart, we'll show you heaven."
    Another one slapped his meaty thigh, letting out a wheezing laugh like a pig choking on its own slop. His belly jiggled so much it looked like it was trying to escape his body.
    "And don't worry about your little friend over there," another one sneered, jerking his thumb toward Artis. "He's got such a pretty face¡ªI'm sure we can find some company for him, too. Hehehe¡­"
    "..."
    "..."
    "..."
    "..."
    Silence.
    An ominous silence.
    Every single worker in the group froze. Their beer-soaked brains took a full five seconds to process what had just been said.
    And then, as if possessed, they all turned their heads in perfect, mechanical unison toward the idiot who had spoken.
    Their expressions?
    Pure. Unfiltered. Disgust.
    The air shifted. The camaraderie shattered. The guy who had been flexing his biceps earlier actually recoiled like he had just been splashed with sewage.
    "Gay¡­"
    He muttered under his breath, taking two steps back.
    His friends followed suit immediately, moving away so fast they left the poor bastard completely isolated¡ªa solid two-foot radius of excommunication.
    The guilty man's face dropped. His eyes darted around in panic.
    "Wait¡ªguys, come on! I didn't mean it like that!"
    He raised his hands in surrender, frantically shaking his head.
    "I was just saying¡ªy'know¡ªcompany¡ªnot like that! Not¡ªthat kind of company!"
    The silence dragged. The disgust deepened.
    "Bro, what did you just say?"
    One of the thugs muttered, his face twisted in sheer betrayal.
    The panicked man gulped, his hands flailing.
    "I¡ªI can explain! Just¡ªjust give me your face! I'll blow the truth to you¡ª"
    The words left his mouth before his brain caught up.
    Everyone gasped.
    Someone dropped their sandwich.
    The bicep guy turned pale.
    "Yo."
    He took another step back.
    "What the actual fuck?"
    "I¡ª"
    "BLOW?!"
    "THE TRUTH?!"
    A collective shudder went through the group. One man physically hugged himself as if trying to protect his own soul.
    The accused man's face turned into a full-blown horror show.
    "No, no, no¡ªwait¡ª! THAT'S NOT¡ª"
    "DON'T EVEN FINISH THAT SENTENCE!"
    "BURN HIM!"
    Someone actually grabbed a torch.
    The group immediately disbanded from him, cutting him off from society like he had committed a crime worse than murder. It was over.
    He would never recover.
    "Come on, man! You think I'd choose dick over tits? Over tits?! Never! I mean¡ªI haven't¡ªI wouldn't¡ªI¡ªuh¡ª"
    "Ewww."
    The bicep guy wrinkled his nose like he'd just caught a whiff of a rotten corpse.
    "Fucking homo."
    The rest of the group recoiled like he had just whipped it out and started helicoptering in broad daylight.
    "No, no, no¡ªwait¡ª!"
    The accused man panicked, his voice rising to a desperate pitch.
    "Come back here! Let me explain! You know me, guys! I would never¡ªjust¡ªjust step a little closer and I'll blow¡ªI mean, I'll TELL you the truth!"
    The workers exchanged horrified glances.
    Then, as a unit, they took another synchronized step back, putting even more distance between them and their former friend.
    Meanwhile, something interrupted the bicep guy's moral panic¡ªa gentle tap on his shoulder.
    His instincts kicked in. He turned around, already cracking his knuckles, expecting to see another poor soul to intimidate.
    But instead, he found himself looking up. And up.
    Standing before him, smiling with an innocent little tilt of the head, was pretty boy.
    Artis.
    And in the time it took the bicep guy's beer-addled brain to register that, he had already scanned the man's physique from head to toe.
    Tall. Muscular. Not the thick, meaty kind of muscle that looked like it belonged on a sweaty butcher, but the kind that sculpted itself into aesthetic perfection.
    'He's lean.'
    The thug realized.
    'But why does he look like he could suplex me into the pavement¡­?'
    Then his eyes dropped lower.
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    The bulge.
    A mighty, unrestrained monument beneath those flimsy pants. A beast barely caged by the fabric.
    The bicep guy's face twisted into a mix of disbelief, jealousy, and pure spite.
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    He scowled, suddenly feeling very insecure about his own situation down there.
    For the first time in his miserable life, he questioned himself.
    Had he been the fool all along? Had he been doing arm day at the expense of something greater?
    He shook his head violently, trying to rid himself of the cursed thoughts.
    No. This was a test.
    And he refused to fail.
    He glared back at Artis, his jaw tightening.
    "What do you want, pretty boy?"
    Artis just smiled wider, his crimson eyes gleaming like a cat that had just found a trapped mouse.
    "I would have asked you to apologize to Lily for everything you've said to her like a responsible patron...But then again, I'm not here for that. I'm here to show her¡­How a real man protects his girl."

 Chapter 135 Its Called an Uppercut!

    Artis sighed dramatically, shaking his head like an exasperated saint overlooking a horde of sinners.
    "I would have asked you to apologize to Lily for everything you've said to her like a responsible patron..."
    He smiled. It was a benevolent smile. The kind of smile an emperor might wear before ordering an entire bloodline to be wiped from existence.
    "...But then again, I'm not here for that."
    The air shifted.
    The workers blinked, their beer-addled minds processing the change in atmosphere.
    Artis' lips curled into something softer. Something that had no right being so damn condescending and smug at the same time.
    "I'm here to show her¡­" He took a slow, deliberate step forward. "How a real man protects his girl."
    For a moment, there was silence. The workers blinked. Processed.
    Then¡ª
    Laughter.
    Raucous, gut-busting, tear-inducing laughter.
    They clutched their stomachs, bent over, slapping their knees and each other's backs. One guy literally had to sit down before he collapsed from laughing too hard.
    "This fucking TWIG?"
    The bicep guy howled, pointing at Artis like he was the punchline of the joke.
    "Ha ha ha! Beating us?! Ha ha ha ha!"
    "Oi, oi, careful! He might have a sword in those pants!"
    The homo guy chimed in, cackling.
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    The laughter was deafening.
    Meanwhile, Lily's face twisted in uncertainty.
    She bit her lip.
    For the first time since dragging him here, she hesitated.
    She actually hesitated.
    Her mind, previously burning with indignation, suddenly did the worst possible thing it could do at this moment.
    It started calculating facts.
    These guys were huge. They weren't just big, they were boulder-sized meat sacks with years of physical labor behind them.
    There were twenty of them. Twenty. That was nineteen too many.
    Artis was, for lack of a better term, a pretty motherfucker. Lean. Aesthetic.
    The kind of body sculpted for looking good shirtless on a balcony, not surviving a back alley beatdown from a bunch of construction-site ogres.
    She had no idea if he was a cultivator.
    And most importantly¡ª
    If he lost¡­
    She gulped.
    For the first time, a sliver of fear slithered up her spine.
    Then¡ª
    A shadow.
    A cold hand.
    Before she could even look up, Artis' fingers were already beneath her chin, tilting her face up effortlessly.
    He was close.
    So close she could see every mischievous detail in those crimson eyes¡ªeyes that sparkled with an infuriating mixture of amusement and challenge.
    Like he was saying¡ª
    "Oh, you poor, naive little thing. Did you really think I could lose?"
    Lily's breath caught.
    Her heart thumped¡ªnot from fear anymore, but something else entirely.
    Then Artis' lips parted¡ª
    And he spoke.
    "Watch closely, Lily."
    A chill ran down her spine.
    He leaned in, so close their noses nearly brushed.
    "You will only see this kind of scene when you're with me because...I am... a man."
    His voice was rich, deep¡ªdripping with arrogance and sinful confidence.
    Lily's thighs clenched.
    She felt it.
    The heat.
    The shameful heat pooling between her legs like she was some village girl swooning over a knight in shining armor. What the hell was wrong with her? She barely knew him for a few hours, and yet¡ª
    Her breath hitched.
    A memory flickered through her mind. A line she once read in some old, scandalous novel¡ª
    "A woman knows the moment she meets a man worth surrendering to."
    Then she saw it.
    Artis turned around, his body moving in slow motion¡ªor maybe it was just her mind warping reality because the moment was that damn epic.
    His muscles coiled like a predatory beast preparing to pounce, his body shifting into perfect alignment.
    Then¡ª
    BOOM!
    His fist shot forward like a damn cannon, a blur of motion that even the gods would struggle to track.
    The bicep guy barely had time to register his impending doom. One moment, his face was twisted in cocky amusement¡ªthe next, it was rearranged.
    Artis's piston-like uppercut connected beautifully with the man's jaw.
    A crack echoed through the air, sharp and satisfying, like the sound of a watermelon exploding under a sledgehammer.
    Then¡ª
    Liftoff.
    The bicep guy flew.
    Not stumbled. Not fell.
    Flew.
    Like a majestic, overfed pigeon suddenly realizing gravity was a thing.
    His body arced through the air in a spectacular display of unconscious aerobatics, soaring over the heads of his fellow thugs, his limbs flailing like a ragdoll tossed by an angry toddler.
    Lily's mouth parted, her eyes widening like a kid witnessing her first fireworks display.
    This...
    This wasn't some drunken brawl in the streets.
    This was the kind of fight that only existed in legends.
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    And she was watching it unfold right in front of her.
    Her heart pounded.
    Her breath came short.
    And, gods help her, her legs shook.
    Artis, standing tall, rolled his shoulders with casual ease, like he hadn't just sent a grown-ass man to orbit with a single punch.
    He exhaled.
    "One down," he mused, stretching his fingers. "Who's next?"
    The laughter died¡ªnot a slow, lingering fade, but an abrupt, choked-off silence, like someone had just yanked the needle off a record.
    All eyes followed the unfortunate bastard who had just experienced accidental flight, his body spinning through the air in a majestic arc, limbs flailing like a chicken freshly separated from its head.
    Then¡ª
    THUD.
    He hit the ground with all the grace of a sack of potatoes thrown off a roof.
    A tense silence stretched across the scene.
    A single finger rose, trembling, pointing at the motionless man on the dirt.
    "H-HOW DID... H-HOW DID HE FLY LIKE THAT?"
    The disbelief was palpable.
    "IMPOSSIBLE!" another one shrieked, his beer belly jiggling in distress. "THAT TWIG?! THIS TWIG?!"
    All eyes snapped back to Artis, who stood there, nonchalantly cracking his neck, looking insultingly unfazed.
    He exhaled through his nose, turning to Lily with a smug little smirk that made her stomach do something... weird.
    "You see that, Lily?" He flexed his fingers. "That's called an uppercut. It's a basic move in boxing. You punch the chin, and the opponent gets thrown upward."

 Chapter 136 One Sided Heavy Hands!

    "You see that, Lily?" He flexed his fingers. "That's called an uppercut. It's a basic move in boxing. You punch the chin, and the opponent gets thrown upward."
    Lily nodded dumbly, her mind barely processing the words.
    Her legs trembled.
    This...
    This wasn't like the bar fights she had seen growing up, all wild swings and clumsy grappling. No¡ªArtis fought with grace, with precision.
    Fast. Too fast.
    And the impact behind that punch?
    Gods, she couldn't even imagine what it must've felt like.
    A shiver rolled down her spine, but not from fear.
    It was the first time she had ever witnessed a man fight like this.
    And her body reacted.
    The dangerous, forbidden kind of reaction.
    "You DARE?!"
    One of the remaining thugs snapped out of his fear-induced paralysis, his meaty fists clenching as he charged forward, roaring like an idiot.
    Artis sighed.
    "Man," he muttered, rubbing his temple as if this whole situation personally offended him. "You all are stupid¡ªjust like the goons in a shitty action movie."
    The thug was closing in fast, murder in his eyes.
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    "You just watched one of your friends get launched into the stratosphere, and your first instinct is to charge me head-on? What kind of stupidity¡ª"
    The thug threw a wild punch.
    Artis vanished.
    Lily blinked.
    For a split second, it was like he had just ceased to exist.
    Then¡ª
    CRACK.
    A blinding blur of motion.
    The thug's head snapped sideways, his whole body twisting unnaturally before his feet left the ground entirely.
    He spun.
    Twice.
    Then collapsed in a heap.
    Unconscious.
    Done.
    A feather could've knocked over the remaining men.
    Lily swore she could hear the exact moment their balls retracted back into their bodies.
    The air shifted.
    The fear was palpable.
    Artis stood over the unconscious thug, rolling his wrist like he had just casually slapped a mosquito.
    He exhaled, turning back to the rapidly paling workers with a lazy smirk.
    "Two down," he said, voice smooth as silk. "So... who's next?"
    The workers' faces contorted into a cocktail of rage and humiliation, their collective testosterone levels surging to compensate for the rapid loss of dominance in the air.
    "You little shit! You think you can just¡ª"
    One of the bigger guys¡ªa real beef slab of a man, all muscle and no brain¡ªcharged forward, throwing a punch meant to end bloodlines.
    "Die, bastard!"
    He roared, his knuckles slicing through the air.
    Artis barely looked interested.
    "Yeah, yeah..."
    He sighed, tilting his head ever-so-slightly to the left.
    WHOOSH!
    The massive fist missed, sailing harmlessly past Artis's face like an idiot bird that had just smacked into a window.
    The worker's eyes bulged.
    "What the¡ª?"
    Artis grinned.
    "Got you."
    Before the thug could process how profoundly he had fucked up, Artis's knee came up like a divine punishment sent by the heavens straight into his unprotected, vulnerable, soon-to-be-destroyed family jewels.
    CRACK.
    Time stopped.
    A sound that no man should ever have to hear rang out. A noise so devastating, so primally horrifying, that even the other workers instinctively clenched their thighs together in subconscious sympathy.
    Then¡ª
    "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!"
    The big guy's voice hit an octave so high, dogs five miles away started barking.
    His knees buckled.
    His eyes crossed.
    His entire body convulsed as he collapsed onto the dirt, rolling around like a dying cockroach, his hands clutching his shattered dignity.
    Artis stood over him, watching with mild amusement, like he had just stepped on an inconvenient bug.
    "Oooooooohhh?"
    A soft gasp from behind him.
    Lily.
    Her entire body tensed, her thighs pressing together at the sheer ferocity of the attack she had just witnessed.
    "Don't worry," Artis said, glancing back at her with a smug little smirk. "His nuts were just weak."
    He paused, then added with the confidence of a man who had personally tested his own durability:
    "Mine are steel."
    Silence.
    The other workers stood, gaping at him.
    Lily's face turned a shade of red so intense it could have rivaled a setting sun.
    "S-SHAME...!"
    One worker stuttered, his hands still cupped over his own crotch protectively.
    "DOES HE HAVE NO SHAME?!"
    Another one cried, his voice cracking under the weight of second-hand trauma.
    Lily's face was so red it looked like she had just stepped out of a steam bath. Her thighs squeezed together involuntarily.
    What the hell was wrong with her? Was it the way he moved? The confidence? The absolute disregard for these men's survival?
    She didn't know. But one this she know was that she was fucking impressed with the way he carried himself.
    "Fucking shameless bastard, here I come!"
    One of the remaining thugs¡ªa stocky, gorilla-limbed brute¡ªcharged at Artis, his face twisted in rage, his massive hands reaching out like he was about to grab him.
    Artis barely even looked at him.
    With a casual sway, he ducked under the outstretched arms, grabbed the idiot by the wrist, and with a movement so fluid it looked practiced, flung the poor bastard over his head in a perfect, textbook suplex.
    THWAM!
    The worker screamed as his back cracked against the hard ground, his legs flailing helplessly in the air before falling limply beside him.
    "Oh my fucking God, he broke his spine!!"
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    One of the other men shrieked, his beer belly jiggling with fear.
    Artis casually cracked his knuckles and flashed a devilish grin.
    "Yeah, don't worry though," he said smoothly, rolling his shoulders, "yours is next."
    The group collectively shuddered.
    "Y-you...!!!"
    RAAAAAHHHH!
    They charged¡ªall of them, at once, arms swinging wildly, faces red with pure rage.
    Artis?
    He looked bored.
    "Ah, shit," he yawned, stepping effortlessly between their attacks. "It's always the dumb ones that rush in headfirst..."
    A fist flew toward his face¡ªhe leaned back, letting it graze past his nose. Another one swung for his ribs¡ªhe twisted his torso, slipping through the attack like a ghost. A boot came for his shin¡ªhe casually hopped over it, landing gracefully like a cat.
    Lily watched, slack-jawed.
    This wasn't a normal street fight.
    This was a fucking massacre.

 Chapter 137 Homo?

    Every time one of them swung, Artis dodged and countered with something vicious.
    A man swung wildly¡ªArtis side-stepped and planted a fist into his gut, making the guy double over, wheezing like an old man.
    Another one lunged¡ªArtis pivoted, kicked him square in the ass, and sent him flying into his buddy like a pair of bowling pins.
    One desperate fool tried to bear-hug him¡ªArtis responded by grabbing his face and slamming it into his knee.
    THUNK!
    The poor bastard collapsed like a wet sack of laundry.
    It was brutal.
    It was beautiful.
    And for Lily... it was dangerously sexy.
    The sounds of cracking bones, pained screams, and moaning men filled the air. The ground was littered with bodies¡ªgroaning, twitching, rolling in pain like pigs in mud.
    Artis finally stretched, rolling his shoulders like he had just finished light exercise.
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    The remaining workers groaned in pain, some clutching their ribs, others rolling around on the ground like toddlers mid-tantrum.
    But one man...
    One man would not accept this.
    The bicep guy, the very first dumbass who had the misfortune of catching an uppercut straight to the jaw, suddenly twitched. His fingers clawed at the dirt, his veins bulging with pure, unfiltered rage. His mouth?
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    Wide. Hanging open.
    Because his fucking jaw was broken.
    It just dangled there, his bottom lip swinging uselessly like a loose barn door in a windstorm. Drool spilled out uncontrollably, glistening in the dim light as his tongue flopped around like a dying fish.
    But the fire in his eyes? Oh, that shit was still burning.
    "Gggghhhrrrnnn...!"
    He groaned like a caveman discovering fire for the first time.
    Then, like a true dumbass, he forced himself onto his feet, wobbling like a newborn deer, and¡ªwith a pained grunt¡ªhe charged straight at Artis.
    Artis just smiled.
    And then... He turned. And fucking bolted.
    The entire scene froze. Lily blinked.
    The remaining workers¡ªwho had been bracing for another brutal ass-whooping¡ªsuddenly exhaled in relief.
    "Oh thank fuck," one of them muttered, wiping the sweat off his brow. "He's running away."
    "Yeah, about fucking time," another grunted. "I thought we were done for."
    But there was one man who did not share this relief.
    The one man who, up until now, had only suffered psychological damage.
    The man who had earlier¡ªby accident¡ªsuggested that maybe, just maybe, Artis was a little too pretty.
    The man whose sexuality had been publicly questioned and was still desperately trying to clear his name.
    The homo-suspect.
    And he?
    He saw exactly where Artis was running.
    "OH FUCK NO!"
    His eyes widened in pure horror as the absolute madman barreled straight toward him¡ªsmiling, wild-eyed, moving like a predator that had just found its prey.
    "G-GET AWAY!"
    The poor bastard shrieked, his voice cracking like a teenage boy's.
    "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!"
    He tried to move.
    Oh, he fucking tried.
    But, oh, tragedy of tragedies¡ªhe had been leaning against a bench the whole time, his battered and bruised body too weak to react in time.
    "SOMEONE HELP, HE'S COMING FOR MY ASS!"
    Meanwhile, Biceps Guy was sprinting after Artis like a panicked cow chasing after its lost calf. But, of course, against a cultivator? He might as well have been a drunken tortoise on stilts.
    Artis barely even acknowledged the struggle behind him. He came to an abrupt, dramatic-as-fuck stop right in front of the poor bastard, skidding like he was making a goddamn entrance to a duel.
    The momentum nearly sent him barreling into the man, but he caught himself just in time, flashing that ever-present, shit-eating grin.
    "I don't know how you feel."
    Artis said, his tone so sincere it had no business coming out of his mouth.
    "But just know¡ªI support it. Alright?"
    Homo Guy blinked.
    'Support what?'
    He wanted to ask. Desperately. But there was something so completely unhinged about Artis that his survival instincts kicked in before his curiosity could.
    He swallowed hard and just nodded along like a good little victim, silently praying this lunatic would get bored and walk away.
    But no.
    Artis clapped his hands together, as if he were about to deliver a sermon.
    "Alright! Time to make everyone accept you."
    The entire room went dead silent.
    Not because they gave a single shit about what he was saying, but because everyone¡ªeveryone¡ªhad that same wary, sinking feeling deep in their guts.
    That sixth sense that told them some serious fuckery was about to go down.
    And then¡ªwith the kind of speed that only someone absolutely deranged could execute¡ªArtis crouched.
    No warning. No hesitation. One second, he was standing there, looking smug as hell. The next? He was right the fuck down there at lightning speed, hands moving with the swiftness of a man on a holy mission.
    Before Homo Guy could even process what was happening¡ª
    RIIIP.
    The front of the man's pants exploded off his body like a cheap curtain at a peep show.
    For a second, nobody moved.
    Then, all eyes dropped down.
    And there it was.
    His very average, trembling, frightened little soldier.
    Looking like it wanted to crawl back inside and file a restraining order.
    A soft breeze brushed against it.
    The poor guy let out a whimper.
    ...
    The entire world seemed to pause for a solid three seconds.
    The homo guy froze.
    The thugs?
    Their eyes went wide.
    Lily?
    She slapped her hands over her mouth, her cheeks turning an impossible shade of red.
    And Artis?
    That absolute menace, that walking disaster, that glorious bastard¡ª
    He just stood there.
    Grinning.
    Triumphant.
    Like a goddamn hero who had just slain a dragon and saved a kingdom.
    The homo guy's mouth flapped open and closed like a fish out of water, his mind completely shutting down from the sheer violation of it all.
    Then, like a slow-building earthquake, the room exploded.
    "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
    "HE RIPPED HIS DAMN PANTS OFF?!"
    "OH GOD, PUT IT AWAY, PUT IT AWAY!"
    "My eyes¡ªmy virgin eyes! WHY?!"
    The homo guy?
    Oh, he wasn't just panicking.
    He was fucking dying inside.
    His entire soul left his body and was now watching this scene from the afterlife, screaming in agony.

 Chapter 138 Princess carry!

    "Pitiful."
    Artis shook his head like a disappointed father catching his son failing at arm wrestling a toddler.
    The entire room was frozen in time. Eyes stretched wide, jaws unhinged, brains struggling to comprehend the absolute fuckery they were witnessing.
    Even Lily¡ªwho had tried, tried to preserve some shred of dignity¡ªhad her face buried in her hands.
    But not completely.
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    Between her fingers, a small gap remained¡ªjust enough to witness the incoming carnage.
    Even Biceps Guy, who had finally caught up¡ªhuffing, wheezing, sweat pouring¡ªstood there, eyes bugging out like a fish gasping for air.
    His mouth was already hanging open, so there was no need for further dramatics. He was already at maximum shock capacity.
    And the poor bastard whose pants had been violated by the gods of destruction?
    He twitched.
    Desperately, frantically, he tried to cover his very underwhelming, fully traumatized, cowardly little soldier¡ªbut before he could even react¡ª
    SNAP. SNAP.
    Something cracked.
    Two things, actually.
    His hands.
    His fucking hands.
    No pain. No warning. No dramatic scream. Just¡ªgone. Just disconnected from his ability to function like a proper human being.
    He went to move them and¡ªnothing. His fingers were there, but they weren't listening. Like a drunk man trying to stand but his knees were on strike.
    His eyes shook.
    No, no, no, no, no.
    He didn't dare look at the demon crouching beside him, his presence so ominous it felt like death itself had paused to watch the show.
    He squeezed his eyes shut. Prayed. Begged. Made a silent contract with every single god in the universe to spare his poor, humiliated, shrinking little dick from whatever horrors were about to unfold.
    But then¡ª
    A voice.
    That voice.
    Calm. Amused. Unholy.
    "Just a moment, please. You wanted Lily, right?"
    The broken man froze.
    His heart dropped into his stomach.
    "How about I give you a small peek at her?"
    The words didn't even register in his shattered, malfunctioning brain. He just nodded. Desperate. Oblivious. Ready to agree to anything if it meant this walking nightmare would go away.
    But oh, poor bastard.
    Artis wasn't going anywhere.
    Not until the real fun began.
    Meanwhile, Biceps Guy¡ªwho had briefly stopped to process the absolute clownery before him¡ªgroaned and started moving again.
    His body ached, his patience was non-existent, and his fists were ready to introduce themselves to the pretty-ass face of this lunatic.
    And there Artis was. Still crouching. Just a meter away. Like a smug little gremlin who knew he was untouchable.
    Biceps Guy gritted his teeth.
    'If I can just knee this bastard straight in his jaw, it's over. Done. Instant KO. He won't be smirking after that.'
    Just as he clenched his muscles, ready to launch himself forward¡ª
    POOF.
    Artis disappeared.
    One second, he was there. The next? Gone.
    Biceps Guy blinked, disoriented. Then his instincts screamed at him to look behind.
    And there he was.
    Running again.
    Like a menace.
    Like an agent of chaos.
    Like a fucking raccoon that had just stolen something valuable and was high-tailing it out of the crime scene.
    Biceps Guy's soul left his body for a second.
    'Oh, for fuck's sake.'
    He cursed internally, clenched his fists, and¡ªagain¡ªtook off after the bastard.
    Meanwhile, Lily¡ªwho had been trying to pretend none of this was happening¡ªhad definitely heard what Artis had said earlier.
    And she did not like it.
    Her frown deepened.
    And when she saw him charging toward her?
    She took an instinctive step back.
    But it didn't matter.
    He closed the distance in a blink, grabbed her hands¡ªfirm, unyielding¡ªand beamed at her like they were about to commit the greatest scandal in history.
    "Come on," he announced, like some cult leader delivering a sermon. "Let us be a beacon to support a movement."
    Lily stared.
    "¡­Wh-what movement?"
    She blurted out, utterly lost in whatever the hell he was talking about.
    But oh. She didn't get an answer.
    Of course she didn't get an answer.
    Because before she could even process what was happening¡ª
    She was airborne.
    Lifted. Snatched. Scooped the fuck up.
    One moment, her feet were on the ground. The next? She was in his arms.
    A full-on princess carry.
    Her entire body stiffened. Her brain screamed.
    Because this?
    This was not allowed.
    This was somehow¡ªand she didn't even know why¡ªway too damn intimate.
    Her face burned.
    "Put me down¡ª"
    "No," he said, tone absolute, chest solid beneath her, grip firm. "We're making history, Lily."
    'Oh. What the fuck.'
    Then, he moved.
    Like a fucking rocket.
    "HUPP!!!" Lily shrieked, instinctively clinging to Artis's neck like a startled kitten being yeeted into battle¡ªpurely for balance, of course.
    Definitely not because the bastard's grip was firm or because his body felt obscenely stable beneath her.
    Nope.
    No thoughts. No feelings. No unwanted warmth in weird places.
    Meanwhile, Biceps Guy¡ªwho was about to drop dead from pure exhaustion¡ªsaw Artis charging straight at him again.
    Again.
    His brain short-circuited. He tried to grin, but his jaw was so tense from stress that his face muscles straight-up refused to cooperate.
    No. No smiling. No happiness. Only pain.
    'Got you, bitch.'
    He internally screeched like a villain about to achieve his long-awaited revenge.
    With a desperate lunge, he outstretched his arm¡ªthe plan? Simple. Let the bastard collide headfirst into his meaty-ass bicep and finally go the fuck down.
    But, oh.
    The universe was not on his side.
    Because just as he thought victory was his¡ª
    WHOOSH.
    Artis became a blur.
    Again.
    Like a goddamn ninja.
    Ducked. Twisted. SLID under his outstretched arm.
    And then?
    Gone.
    Just gone.
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    'FUCK ME!!!'
    He cursed loudly in his soul as he stopped in his tracks for the third time.
    At this point, his spirit was on its knees, begging for mercy. His legs? Jelly. His lungs? Fried. But like a man possessed, he started running again¡ªSLOW AS FUCK¡ªbut with raw, stupid enthusiasm.

 Chapter 139 Grabbing Her Fat Cheeks

    Meanwhile, Artis skidded to a perfect, ridiculous stop near the utterly violated exposed man.
    And then¡ªhe DROPPED Lily right onto her feet. Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire
    Right in front of him.
    Like an offering to the gods of debauchery.
    The Exposed Man gulped.
    Hard.
    His very-average, very-pathetic, very-traumatized little soldier twitched in fear.
    Lily, however, was still processing the fact that she had just been princess-carried like a damn damsel and yeeted into some kind of cult initiation.
    "W-what the fuck are we doing?!"
    She snapped. Artis grinned.
    "Making history, Lily."
    "What the¡ª?! What history are you even talking about? What the fuck is going on?!"
    Lily's entire face was flushed.
    Not just because she had been manhandled like some helpless princess, which, let's be honest, Hajin had NEVER done¡ªand now she was dangerously aware that she kind of... wanted to be carried like that.
    Not just because there was a naked, trembling, pathetically exposed man in front of her, sitting there like a sacrificial lamb.
    But also because she had absolutely no clue how the hell this situation had spiraled into this.
    So, in sheer self-preservation, she did the only logical thing.
    She turned her back to the dangling trauma victim in front of her and instead locked eyes with the handsome devil responsible for this mess.
    Artis.
    Who, despite singlehandedly causing absolute fucking chaos, was now looking at her with the face of a pure, innocent man who had definitely not just pantsed a dude in broad daylight.
    And then, with a dazzling smile that could probably scam virgins into cults, he said:
    "You're in a relationship, right?"
    Lily squinted.
    "...Yeah?"
    His grin stretched wider.
    "And since you're in a relationship, you also support any kind of love between two individuals, right?"
    The way he said it. Sweet. Innocent. As if he wasn't actively running a circus.
    Lily blinked.
    "Y-yeah? I mean¡ªyes. Any kind of love is love. It's for an individual to choose who they love."
    She answered honestly.
    Did she know where the fuck this was going?
    Absolutely not.
    But did she want to see how far this beautiful disaster would go?*
    Abso-fucking-lutely. And she wasn't the only one.
    Because even the fallen workers¡ªwho were PRETENDING to be unconscious¡ªhad one eye open, watching this lunacy unfold with absolute, perverted intrigue.
    They, too, wanted to see where the hell this trainwreck was headed. And at this point? Lily was thrilled.
    "Good."
    Artis grinned, flashing teeth so white they could con a priest.
    "That means love between two men counts, too, right?"
    Lily's entire brain short-circuited.
    'Wait¡­ what?'
    Her eyes immediately darted from the handsome devil to the shaking, naked pervert sitting there like a human sacrifice.
    And for some fucking reason, an ugly, unwanted wave of jealousy surged through her chest.
    'Wait, wait, WAIT. Does he mean¡­ HIM and THIS GUY?!'
    She did not like that thought.
    Not even a little bit.
    "What the¡ª?! I¡­ uh¡­ I mean, yes, I guess¡ª" she stammered, trying to sound normal but failing miserably. "I-it's between two consenting adults¡ªeeeh!"
    She let out a startled yelp.
    Because Artis's hands¡ªbig, firm, obnoxiously confident¡ªsuddenly gripped her hips.
    He leaned in, one side of his face pressing dangerously close to her stomach as he tilted his head, staring straight at the trembling, dick-out, terror-filled man on the ground.
    "Look here."
    Artis's voice was low, smooth, and borderline erotic¡ªbut his words were pure evil.
    "I will make sure you're accepted here, okay?"
    Lily fucking froze.
    Her breath hitched because she could feel him.His hot breath teasing against her belly.
    His fingers gripping her waist like she was a prized possession he wasn't letting go of anytime soon.
    Meanwhile, the Exposed Man looked up, eyes wide with raw horror. On one side, a glorious piece of ass was in his direct line of sight.
    On the other?
    A fucking lunatic.
    A handsome, physically superior, deranged lunatic.
    A lunatic who was so close to the ass that he had no idea if he was about to witness a beautiful love story or a violent execution.
    And worst of all? HE COULDN'T EVEN FULLY LOOK AT THE ASS. Because of the Mad Man's face in front of it.
    'I'M NOT A HOMO, DAMMIT!'
    The Exposed Man internally wailed, his very average little soldier shriveling into pure panic mode.
    'What the fuck is this crazy bastard thinking?!'
    He wanted to speak up. He wanted to protest. But he valued his life.
    And who the fuck in their right mind talks back to a man who is this powerful and this insane at the same time?
    Any other powerful man would've just killed them by now. But not Artis.
    Oh no.
    This handsome devil wasn't here to kill.
    He was here to play.
    "Aah~"
    A soft, startled sound escaped Lily's lips.
    without warning¡ªbefore she, before the naked pervert, before even God himself could process what the fuck was happening¡ª
    He did it.
    Artis, with the confidence of a devil in heat, just casually grabbed the underside of her full, perfectly plump and fat ass cheeks.
    Both of them.
    Like it was his fucking right.
    His strong, bold fingers sank into the plush flesh with absolute authority, like he owned them.
    And fuck¡ªher cheeks were so damn big they spilled over his fingers, soft and oh-so-grabbable.
    The world stopped.
    Men who were pretending to be knocked out opened one eye, blinking in pure disbelief.
    The Exposed Man, already traumatized, audibly choked on his own spit.
    Even the bicep guy, who had been running behind them like a gym-bro terminator, froze mid-stride.
    And then¡­
    Artis tilted his hands up and down.
    And Lily's thick, perfect ass¡ªjiggled.
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    Beautifully.
    Like a sinful masterpiece in motion.
    "Look at them."
    Artis's voice was dangerous, smooth, and dripping with amusement.
    His fingers pressed, lifted, squeezed¡ªcreating the most enticing ripple effect imaginable.
    "And look at them carefully."
    He said this to the Exposed Man.
    As if he was showing off a prize possession.
    As if this was an educational moment.
    As if this wasn't one of the most absurdly perverse things happening in broad daylight.

 Chapter 140 Kneading the perfect dough!

    "Wh¡ªWHAT THE FUCK?!"
    Lily screeched, her body jolting as she finally processed exactly what was happening.
    Her hands shot down to pry his perverted grip off her ass¡ªbut the moment she did, he squeezed again.
    Firmly.
    Possessively.
    Like a man determined to leave finger imprints on her soul.
    "W-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
    She yelled, flushed, flustered, and absolutely furious.
    "L-LET GO OF MY ASS!!!"
    And worst of all?
    Nobody had ever touched her ass like this.
    Not even her damn fianc¨¦, Hajin and fuck, now that she was experiencing it¡ª
    She hated how much she noticed.
    "Wh-what the?! What the hell are you doing?!"
    Her voice cracked as her hands shot down to yank his perverted grip off her plump, round cheeks.
    But Artis?
    This lunatic didn't even flinch.
    He held firm, fingers digging into the softest flesh he had ever touched, like a sculptor admiring his masterpiece.
    "A kind thing, Lily. A kind thing."
    His voice was silky, smooth, like he was doing some noble service instead of publicly fondling her ass in front of a crowd of traumatized men.
    Lily's eyes twitched.
    "A KIND THING?!"
    Her ass wobbled in his grip, the tight fabric struggling to contain the obscene curves.
    It was so damn tight, so damn perfectly shaped, that it molded around his fingers, leaving indents as he lifted and pressed like he was testing the bounce on a premium mattress.
    The exposed, half-naked man, who had been forced into this nonsense against his will, was sweating bullets.
    He wasn't even looking at the ass.
    Because every single time he so much as tried to glance, Artis would narrow his eyes at him, as if daring him to make eye contact.
    Meanwhile¡ª
    The knocked-out men?
    Oh, they were very much awake now.
    Their eyelids fluttered, their heads tilted, their breathing shallowed.
    It was like watching a live performance of something they'd have to pay extra for in a back-alley brothel.
    "W-what kind thing is that?!"
    Lily shrieked, her face red hot as she desperately tried to process the absolute lunacy unfolding in real-time.
    One moment, she was watching a brawl.
    The next¡ª
    Her goddamn ass was being showcased like a rare, priceless artifact.
    What the actual fuck happened in between?!
    "To make these men accept homosexuality."
    Artis declared, proudly. Like a noble crusader on a righteous quest.
    He gave her ass another squeeze, gently lifting, then dropping¡ªwatching the way the plump flesh rippled through the fabric.
    "To make sure they never bully this proud man again. And for that, Lily¡ªI need your help."
    Lily gawked. Her mind shattered. sea??h th§× N?velFire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Was this real life?
    Was she hallucinating?
    Because what in the absolute fuck was he talking about?!
    Sure, she had heard the perverted comments about the half-naked guy earlier, but she had assumed it was just dirty locker-room banter.
    But now?
    Now, she wasn't so sure.
    Because not only was Artis dead serious, but the poor, pants-ripped man was actually nodding along, eyes wide with sheer terror.
    Lily felt her sanity slip.
    ...
    The bicep guy stood hunched over, hands on his knees, sucking in ragged, wheezing breaths through his broken, hanging jaw. He was sweating like a whore in a confessional.
    He had seen some shit in his life. But this?
    This was a whole new level of disrespect.
    He wasn't even mad about his friend's pants getting ripped off anymore.
    No¡ªhis real fury came from watching another man do what he had only dreamed of.
    His fists clenched. His blood boiled.
    'That should be me! That should be my hands! My fingers! My kneading technique!'
    The motherfucker wasn't just fondling Lily's juicy ass¡ªhe was putting on a damn performance.
    And the worst part?
    He was fucking good at it.
    Each squeeze, each lift and drop of those plump, round cheeks was like a professionally trained masseuse handling a pair of divine watermelons.
    The mockery was unbearable.
    'That fucker is showing off!'
    Bicep guy nearly bit off his own tongue in rage.
    His friends¡ªhis perverted, down-bad, dogshit friends¡ªhad always dreamed of copping a feel of Lily's voluptuous, forbidden paradise.
    But this lunatic?
    This son of a bitch did it first.
    Like it was his fucking right.
    ...
    "B-But why does a homosexual guy need my body¡ª"
    "Shut up, Lily, now's not the time."
    Artis cut her off with a firm tone, eyes blazing with what looked like righteous fury but was, in reality, a masterclass in improvisational bullshit.
    "Now's the time to make them accept him. To make sure that future homosexual people have the right to live here, unjudged, unshamed, and free!"
    Lily blinked, her lips parting slightly in confusion.
    'What... what the hell was he talking about?'
    She had so many questions.
    Like, for instance, why would a gay man¡ªwho, by definition, likes men¡ªneed her body for anything? What was the need? What was the logic? Why did it feel like she was missing a crucial puzzle piece in this absurd equation?!
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    But before she could articulate any of that, Artis's hands, with all the subtlety of a pickpocket in broad daylight, resumed their holy crusade¡ª
    Right.
    On.
    Her.
    Ass.
    A firm squeeze.
    A greedy knead.
    Like he was preparing the softest dough for the finest artisanal bread.
    'Holy fuck.'
    Artis thought, his face the picture of noble determination while his fingers sank into that perfectly plump peach.
    'I can't believe this actually worked!'
    Another squeeze. Another sinful press.
    'Fuck, this piece of meat is divine...!'
    Lily froze, her brain screeching to a halt like a carriage that had just crashed into a brick wall.
    What. The hell. Was. Happening?!
    This wasn't part of the plan. This wasn't supposed to be happening. This definitely wasn't how a proud, independent woman should be reacting¡ª
    But, oh gods, the way his fingers dug in...!
    The rowdy gang, previously laughing and hollering, fell silent.
    And then¡ª
    Then, like a synchronized orchestra of degeneracy¡ª
    Every. Single. One. Of their little soldiers stood up in rigid salute.
    You could almost hear the collective tension.
    The subtle shuffle of pants adjusting.
    The silent, shameful acknowledgment that this¡ªthis unexpected display of power¡ªwas hot.
    A bead of sweat rolled down one of the thug's temples.
    Another licked his lips.

 Chapter 141 Kneading them melons!

    The gang of perverts seethed, their eyes flickering between their woman¡ªbecause, let's be honest, in their minds, Lily was theirs¡ªand the crazy bastard who had just stolen her right in front of them.
    They wanted to be the ones to taste her meat, to sink their greedy, grimy hands into that supple, mouthwatering body, but there was a problem.
    The motherfucker was too strong.
    Too fast.
    Too damn dominant.
    And if they dared to test him again, they risked ending up like their poor, unfortunate comrade¡ª
    The homo guy.
    The one who was still lying in the dirt, legs shaking from the sheer force of the beating¡­ and the accidentally torn pants, which had exposed just enough for everyone¡ªincluding sweet Lily¡ªto witness.
    They gulped collectively.
    None of them wanted to be that guy.
    Artis, on the other hand, was in the zone. His hands had claimed the soft, sacred territory of Lily's divine backside, kneading it like a world-class baker preparing the finest forbidden dough.
    Every press of his fingers sent a little jolt through her body, a sensation she clearly didn't understand¡ªbut wasn't rejecting, either.
    'Can't enjoy this for too long, or she'll start getting suspicious.'
    He had to switch things up. Keep the momentum going. Keep her distracted. Keep her riding that high of shock and pleasure before she snapped out of it and started questioning his intentions.
    After all, he knew.
    He knew this was the first time she had ever been properly touched by a real man.
    Oh, sure, she had probably felt other men's grubby hands brushing against her before¡ªthose slimy, sneaky perverts who dared to grope in passing, their touches fleeting and frustratingly incomplete. Those bastards had only ever angered her, made her scoff in disgust.
    But this?
    This was different.
    This was her awakening.
    She wasn't just angry now. She was reacting.
    And Artis could feel it¡ªevery twitch, every shudder, every slight press of her hips in response to his skilled fingers.
    His smirk widened.
    'She's feeling it. She doesn't even realize it, but she's feeling it.'
    The gang watched in stunned, agonizing silence.
    Their ultimate fantasy was playing out right in front of them¡ªexcept they weren't the ones enjoying it. They weren't the ones making her gasp, making her shiver, making her lose herself in the moment.
    No.
    That privilege belonged to Artis.
    And gods damn him for it.
    The tension in the air was thick. The sound of clenched fists, the barely-contained panting, the not-so-subtle adjustments being made in the loose pants of at least three of the men standing there¡ª
    This wasn't just a battle of strength anymore.
    This was a war of dominance. sea??h th§× N??eFire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Artis released her ass like a seasoned gambler knowing when to fold at just the right moment.
    His hands left her skin, but the phantom touch remained, branding itself into her subconscious like a perverse tattoo she would never scrub away.
    He straightened up, towering over her, his grin nothing short of demonic.
    She hadn't even realized what had happened. Eyes shut, teeth sinking into her lip, she had been standing there frozen¡ªnot resisting, not fighting, not even breathing properly.
    Like a woman lost in a dream.
    A very inappropriate, very wet dream.
    His smirk deepened.
    'Ahh, the taste of the forbidden fruit. This is just the beginning. Soon, you'll feel it, won't you? That heat between your legs, that uncontrollable itch you won't be able to scratch.'
    He could see it now¡ªher legs shifting, her posture stiffening, her breath coming out just a little too shaky.
    Corruption.
    Beautiful, delicious corruption.
    Lily slowly blinked her eyes open, only to find him watching her.
    Smirking.
    Knowing.
    Her entire face ignited.
    'F-FUCK! What the hell just happened?! I just let him grope me like some common street whore?! I¡ªI¡ª'
    The shame hit her like a brick to the face. Her body screamed YES, but her pride was gasping for oxygen. She tore her gaze away from his obnoxiously handsome face, feeling as if his smirk alone could get her pregnant.
    "D-Did you¡­ achieve what you were doing?"
    She desperately avoided looking at his obnoxiously handsome face, fearing that one more glance might completely unravel her. But it was there¡ªthat sensation deep in her core.
    The itch.
    It was growing.
    It started as a mere flicker, an ember of something unfamiliar, but now it was spreading like wildfire. She squeezed her thighs together, a futile attempt to suppress the heat building within her.
    Artis, the absolute bastard, simply smirked.
    "What? No! Of course not! How could it end with just that?"
    Her stomach dropped.
    "Wh-what now? What do¡ªAah~!"
    Before she could even finish her sentence, he seized her wrist, spun her around like a well-rehearsed dance, and before she could register what the hell was happening¡ª
    His hands slithered under her arms.
    And then¡ª
    GROPED.
    Her breath hitched, her body jerking as those sinful fingers cupped her full melons, squeezing them like they were a prize he had just won in a carnival game.
    "You gotta give them something more to make sure they can accept the idea of homosexuality."
    He murmured smoothly, like he wasn't committing absolute debauchery in front of a live audience.
    Lily's eyes snapped shut as if that would somehow save her. Her lips parted¡ªa moan threatening to spill out¡ªbut she bit it back, her body trembling from head to toe.
    Of course, the onlookers were losing their damn minds.
    Arousal and rage mixed together in a potent cocktail of emotions.
    The audacity!
    The sheer disrespect!
    This crazy motherfucker was now shamelessly fondling her in broad daylight like some degenerate stage performer, and yet¡ªnobody could stop him!
    Because he was too fast.
    Too strong.
    Too fucking smug.
    The gang clenched their fists, torn between violence and jealousy.
    'That son of a bitch!'
    One of them gritted out.
    Another licked his lips, shifting uncomfortably as he adjusted his pants.
    'I-I swear to god, I wanna punch him in the face, but also¡­ I kinda wanna be him.'
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    Meanwhile, Artis's fingers teased the delicate fabric of Lily's dress, his palms expertly kneading her soft flesh.
    It was unfair.
    So unfair.
    Her own fianc¨¦ had never touched her like this. Never even tried.
    Her fingers dug into her palms as she struggled to breathe, to think, to function.
    This was wrong.
    So wrong.
    And yet¡ª
    'Oh fuck¡­ why does it feel so good?!'
    The moment that traitorous thought crossed her mind, her face exploded in heat.
    Artis felt the shudder pass through her body, his smirk deepening.
    'That's right, princess. Welcome to the dark side.'

 Chapter 142 You are the Reason!

    "But... b-but¡ª"
    "Shh, Lily. No words."
    Artis's voice was a deep, husky purr, the kind that could make a nun reconsider her vows. And that was all it took.
    Lily's resolve shattered, and before she could stop herself, she let out the most embarrassingly sexy moan that had ever escaped her lips.
    It was the kind of sound that could make grown men cry¡ªor, in this case, make every guy within earshot pop a boner so hard they'd be pitching tents for days.
    The moan was practically weaponized. Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire
    The men sprawled around the clearing¡ªbruised, defeated, egos crushed¡ªperked up immediately, eyes wide, jaws slack.
    A couple of them actually gasped, and one poor bastard clutched his chest like he was having a heart attack. But nope. Just his dick twitching so violently he might as well have been electrocuted.
    "Did... did she just...?" one guy stammered, his voice cracking.
    "Oh, she did," another whispered, his eyes glued to the scene like he was watching the world's best porno.
    Artis fingers sank deeper into Lily's breasts, those perfect, bouncy tits that were softer than any pillow ever made.
    They felt so damn good under his hands that he had to bite back a groan of his own, fingers squeezing just enough to make her shudder.
    The way her body arched toward him, her nipples hardening under his palms¡ªfuck, it was like her body was begging for more.
    And that look on her face? Eyes hazy, mouth open, cheeks redder than a tomato? It was enough to drive any man to madness.
    Meanwhile, poor Bicep Guy was caught somewhere between homicidal rage and explosive lust.
    His face was as red as his throbbing cock, which was so hard it was probably leaving a dent in his pants.
    But was he mad? Turned on? Both? Hell if he knew. All he knew was that his eyes were glued to the way Artis's hands sank into that perfect, jiggling flesh.
    'That should be me. That should be ME!'
    His inner monologue was a whirlwind of anger, jealousy, and sheer desperation.
    He and his friends had been scheming for months on how to get Lily under them¡ªdreaming of breaking her in, hearing her moan their names.
    They even had a betting pool on who could make her scream the loudest.
    And now? This pretty-boy nobody shows up out of thin air, acting like she's his own personal plaything? Fuck that.
    If anyone was going to make her scream, it was him.
    He clenched his fists, his whole body shaking with barely contained fury.
    How was this prick even getting away with it? Lily was supposed to be Hajin's girl, right?
    But then again, that loser wouldn't even have the balls to fight back if they all took turns with her.
    Hell, he'd probably ask them if they needed water or snacks while they ran a train on his fianc¨¦e.
    But this guy... this guy just strutted in out of nowhere and wrecked their shit¡ªall because they were catcalling Lily.
    As if that was some kind of crime. Her fianc¨¦ didn't even care! Hell, Hajin was probably hiding somewhere, too busy shaking in his boots to notice that this punk was manhandling his girl right out in the open.
    And oh, was he manhandling her.
    Artis's fingers sank deeper into Lily's breasts, his grin widening as he realized just how flimsy her excuse of a bra was.
    It was barely more than a thin scrap of cloth tied under her tunic¡ªa pathetic attempt at modesty that didn't stand a chance against his determined hands.
    'Seriously? This is their version of a bra? Its just like I thought. No wonder these guys were losing their minds.'
    His palms molded over her tits, feeling every delicious curve, every soft, yielding inch.
    Her body was like a gift wrapped in the world's most pathetic excuse for fabric, and his fingers had no problem sinking right in.
    Lily's face was priceless. Her eyes were squeezed shut, teeth biting down on her lower lip so hard he half-expected her to draw blood.
    But the way her body responded? Arching toward him, pressing herself into his palms like she couldn't get enough? Fuck, it was almost too good to be true.
    Then it happened.
    "Haaa... hngg..."
    Another moan slipped past her lips, soft and breathy, so full of need that it could've melted stone.
    Artis's smirk turned downright wicked. If that was all it took to make her lose control, then he was going to have a lot of fun.
    His fingers started moving in slow, deliberate circles, kneading her tits like she was the world's most addictive dough.
    Not just groping¡ªkneading. Full-palmed, deep, rolling motions that made her flesh spill over his fingers before he squeezed it back into shape.
    Lily's brain was officially broken. Completely fried.
    She should've been pissed. Furious, even.
    Normally, if some jerk accidentally brushed her chest in the marketplace, she'd be halfway to knocking his teeth out before he could even stammer out an apology. But now?
    Now she was melting. Melting like butter in Artis's shamelessly skilled hands.
    Her head fell back, her mouth hanging open as her breath came out in quick, desperate pants.
    She wanted to scream at him, tell him to stop... but her body was doing the exact opposite, pressing her tits deeper into his palms like it was begging for more.
    She was utterly powerless, her knees buckling as her legs wobbled beneath her. If Artis let go, she'd probably crumple to the ground in a pathetic, horny heap.
    'Wh-what's happening to me?! Why... why does this feel so good?!'
    Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, swirling in confusion and embarrassment as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body.
    She tried to resist, to push him away, but her body wasn't listening. Her back arched, her hips shifting as if to get even closer to his sinful touch.
    It didn't make any sense! She'd never felt like this before.
    Usually, a man's touch made her skin crawl, but Artis's hands were hot and firm, his fingers rolling and squeezing her breasts with such practiced, wicked precision that she was trembling, her moans spilling out no matter how hard she tried to hold them back.
    Artis was having the time of his life.
    'Oh, she's really losing it.'
    He thought with a smug grin, his eyes drinking in the way she writhed under his touch.
    Her body was arching beautifully, her chest pressing into his hands as her nipples hardened against his palms.
    She was moaning, breathy little cries that were just too damn cute.
    She was completely at his mercy, her body trembling with sensitivity as he toyed with her like a cat with a mouse.
    'Damn, these tits are perfect. Soft, plump... and she's so sensitive. Every time I pinch her nipples, she shudders like I've hit her reset button.'
    Artis could feel her nipples stiffening, hard little buds poking through the flimsy fabric as he teased them, his fingers rolling them between his fingers with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
    He could feel her body growing hotter, her breaths coming out in quick, shaky pants as she squirmed in his grip.
    'Heh. Seems like her melons are her weak point. She's squirming even more than when I grabbed her ass. Good to know.'
    His grin widened as he gave her tits another deep, rolling squeeze, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as she cried out, her back arching into his touch.
    "Open your eyes, Lily. See what your body does to a man."
    His voice was a low, husky whisper, tickling her ear and sending another shiver down her spine. His hands had stilled, simply holding her breasts now, warm and firm, the perfect blend of possessive and teasing.
    He knew if he kept kneading, she'd never be able to open her eyes, too lost in the dizzying waves of pleasure.
    Her lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, her vision clearing just in time to see...
    The homo guy. Laid out on the ground like he'd been hit by a bus, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide with a blush on his cheeks so fierce it looked like he'd been slapped.
    'What... what reaction is he talking about...?'
    She wondered, completely bewildered. Was the guy dying or something? Then she felt Artis's warm breath caress her ear, sending a tingling heat through her body.
    "Look down..."
    His voice was smooth, commanding, and despite herself, her gaze obediently followed his words, tracing down the man's body until¡ª
    "WH-WHAT THE HELL?!"
    Lily's jaw dropped.
    There it was. Right between the homo guy's legs. Standing at full attention, proud and tall, like a damn flagpole. And it was... throbbing.
    She blinked, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. That... that wasn't there before, right?
    Just a minute ago, it was this sad, limp little thing that Artis had laughed at and called "pathetic." But now? Now it was swollen and angry, pointing straight up like it was trying to salute her or something.
    'What the hell happened to it?!'
    Her face turned bright red as curiosity crashed through her, momentarily overriding the shame and embarrassment.
    She knew the basics about sex¡ªvague, half-whispered things she'd overheard from the older girls in her village¡ªbut nobody had ever mentioned this. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.n§×t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    She knew men had those things, but they never told her they could... change.

 Chapter 143 Enough groping!

    "It's you... you're the reason."
    His voice was a sinful whisper, hot against her ear, making her shiver all over again. Lily's mind was spinning, completely scrambled by the scene before her.
    The only dicks she'd ever seen before were the sad, floppy ones that drunkards accidentally flashed while passed out on the street or those creeps who thought flashing her was some kind of romantic gesture.
    Those were just... pathetic. Limp, wrinkly things that made her feel more annoyed than anything.
    But this... this was on a whole other level. She'd seen it just moments ago when it was small and unassuming, almost laughable.
    And now? It was pointing straight up like a damn spear, twitching like it was trying to break free of its owner's body.
    'I-I caused that?!'
    Her face turned scarlet. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and her head was swimming with a thousand questions.
    How could she have done that? Just from... being groped? Was that even possible?
    Artis's lips brushed her ear again, his voice dripping with amusement. "It's not just him... look around. They're all affected by your allure..."
    Her body went stiff. Slowly, like she was afraid of what she'd see, she turned her head to look around.
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    The men were scattered around her, lying on the ground in various poses of defeated agony. And every single one of them was hard. Painfully, unapologetically hard.
    They were trying to play it off, pretending to be unconscious, but they were doing a terrible job.
    Their faces were flushed, their eyes half-open as they peeked at her through their lashes. And their hands¡ªoh, gods¡ªtheir hands were cupping their crotches, desperately trying to hide the obscene bulges in their pants.
    She could see one guy's fingers twitching, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep himself from stroking his own cock right then and there.
    Another guy was biting his lip so hard she thought he'd draw blood, his face contorted with pure, tortured lust.
    And the homo guy? He looked like he was seconds away from passing out, his cheeks bright pink, his eyes glazed over as his cock continued to throb, a bead of liquid glistening at the tip.
    Lily's jaw dropped. She could hardly believe her eyes. Her body¡ªher moans¡ªhad done this? She'd made all of these men rock hard just by being groped?
    Lily's whole body shuddered, and damn if she didn't jiggle in all the right places.
    Her ass bounced so perfectly that it should've been illegal, and that's when she felt it¡ªsomething hard, long, and hot pressing right up against her ass cheeks.
    Her eyes went wide, face turning redder than a cherry in summer.
    'Oh my god... Is that... his... his...'
    She didn't even dare to finish the thought, but the truth was unmistakable.
    That was definitely Artis's cock, rock hard and unapologetically nestled against her ass. And sweet heavens above, it was massive.
    She should've been furious, maybe even slapped him.
    But all she could do was stand there, paralyzed, her heart racing and her thighs tingling with a heat she didn't understand. Her body was betraying her.
    'What's wrong with me? Why... why does this feel... so...'
    Before she could process another thought, his hands gave her breasts one last, firm squeeze, fingers sinking into her soft flesh like he was savoring the feel of her.
    The sudden pressure made her knees buckle, and before she knew it, a loud, shameless moan burst out of her mouth.
    The sound echoed, raw and needy, and Lily's hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide in horror.
    'Oh no... Did I just... Did I really just...'
    Her face was on fire, but there was no taking it back. She'd just moaned like a bitch in heat, and the witnesses to her humiliation were not just Artis, but the whole damn peanut gallery who'd been watching like horny vultures.
    The men standing around weren't any better off. The moment that moan left her lips, several of them shuddered, eyes rolling back as they let out strangled groans.
    Bicep Guy's mouth was hanging open, his eyes glued to her jiggling tits like he was in some kind of trance.
    He looked down at himself, a look of pure horror spreading across his face. His pants were stained¡ªvery stained.
    'D-Did I...?'
    He realised, his face turning pale.
    His friend next to him looked down at his own crotch, then at Bicep Guy, then back down. His face went bright red.
    "Oh... fuck... I came..."
    One by one, they realized what had happened. They'd all fucking came just from watching Artis grope Lily and hearing her sexy, desperate moan.
    Like horny teenagers busting a nut in their pants for the first time.
    The poor guy with his dick hanging out was in a special kind of hell.
    His cock was twitching like it was trying to escape, desperate for relief, and all he could do was sit there, red-faced and exposed, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole.
    He didn't even know where to put his hands¡ªcover it up or just pretend it wasn't there?
    Either way, it was humiliating, and he could feel his balls tightening, betraying him with every throb.
    If some was to just his dick, he was done. If he sees Lily being used for her supple body, he is done.
    He was in the brink, and he really wanted to release like all his comrade but alas, he cannot just ask the mad man to grope the lady one more time, now can he?
    But what the homo guy didn't know was that, Artis had a master plan for him. A fucking plan that was going to make him never forget this incident.
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    Artis finally let Lily go, but not because he was feeling merciful. Oh no, he let her go because the show was just getting started.
    He wanted to see the fallout, the beautiful chaos of broken egos and twitching dicks. And judging by the faces around him, he was in for a treat.

 Chapter 144 Accept Homo! Know Homo! Feel Homo!

    "GRAAAAH!"
    Bicep Guy's roar echoed through the air as he charged at Artis once again, his jaw broken from the earlier punch and his pants still stained with his shame.
    But his pride as a man was hurting even more. There was no way he was going to just stand there with a boner like the rest of these pathetic cucks who called themselves his friends.
    Not after watching this pretty-boy stranger grab Lily's tits like they belonged to him.
    His eyes blazed with fury, a crazed look on his face as he barreled forward.
    He could still see Lily's face, her mouth open and her eyes rolling back as Artis had squeezed her perfect, bouncy breasts.
    The memory made his cock twitch again, and he gritted his teeth, hating himself for it.
    'No. No more.'
    He wasn't like these losers who'd just busted a nut in their pants from watching some other guy fondle her, even though he himself had cummed. sea??h th§× n?vel_Fire.¦Çet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    'No fucking way.'
    He had pride, goddammit. He was a man. And he was going to prove it.
    He could already imagine it¡ªher soft, young body writhing beneath him, her voluptuous curves yielding to his touch as he claimed her.
    She was meant to be his, not some rich, pretty-boy's plaything.
    He'd been dreaming of ruining her innocence, making her moan his name as he took her again and again.
    He wanted to mark her, to own her, to see her crying and begging for more.
    And the worst part? He knew that weakling Hajin wouldn't do a damn thing about it.
    Hell, that spineless twig would probably just stand there and watch, maybe even offer them both drinks after they were done.
    But he wasn't Hajin. He wasn't some pathetic coward who let other men touch his woman.
    He was going to prove he was a real man. Right here. Right now.
    His fists clenched, and he picked up speed, his eyes locked on Artis like a predator stalking its prey.
    His muscles bulged, veins popping as he gathered all his rage, all his frustration, and charged with every ounce of strength he had left.
    "Well, right on time..."
    Artis's grin was downright evil as he watched Bicep Guy charging at him like an angry bull who just saw red¡ªor in this case, a pair of jiggling tits and ass cheeks that weren't his to grab.
    His movements were slow and clumsy, every stomp making his stained pants sag a little more, threatening to expose his pathetic manhood once again.
    "Watch out, Lily," Artis said with a smirk, giving her a playful wink. "This is why I needed your help. We're about to make them all accept homosexuality now."
    Lily, still catching her breath and trying to make sense of the sinful tingles between her thighs, looked up in confusion.
    She had a dazed, flushed expression, her hair tousled from his earlier groping.
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    'Wait... was that why he was squeezing my boobs and grabbing my ass cheeks? To prove a point?'
    She almost forgot why she was being groped.
    She wasn't the only one. The poor guy with his dick out¡ªwho was still twitching like he was ready to shoot his load at any moment¡ªstared in stunned silence, his jaw slack.
    Even the rest of the drooling onlookers, who were desperately trying to hide their cum-stained pants, snapped out of their daze, their eyes glued to the spectacle.
    Bicep Guy was barreling forward, muscles flexing and veins popping as he charged like a mindless beast.
    His face was contorted in fury, but beneath all that rage was humiliation¡ªand a rock-hard boner he was trying to ignore.
    Artis didn't even flinch. In fact, he looked downright bored, arms crossed over his chest like this was just another Tuesday. Of course, that cocky smirk of his only made Bicep Guy angrier.
    And anger makes a man stupid.
    If he had any sense left in that thick skull of his, he would've remembered that Artis had just wiped the floor with him and his twenty goons without breaking a sweat.
    But lust and rage were clouding his brain, making him forget all about the bruises, the broken jaw, and the shameful cum stain in his pants.
    Spit flew from his open jaws, a string of drool trailing behind him like a pathetic banner of defeat.
    His broken jaw hung open at an awkward angle, flapping uselessly as he charged, eyes wild with rage.
    Dust was probably collecting in his mouth, but he didn't care. All he cared about was knocking that cocky bastard out cold.
    Artis didn't even flinch. If anything, he looked... bored. His smirk was practically dripping with arrogance as he locked eyes with Bicep Guy.
    Then, without saying a word, his gaze drifted downward.
    Right to his own throbbing cock.
    He made no effort to hide it either. It was straining against his pants, the outline so clear it looked like it was trying to punch its way out to freedom.
    And to add insult to injury, Artis casually adjusted himself, giving his bulge a little squeeze like he was showing it off.
    Bicep Guy's fury wavered, his eyes involuntarily following Artis's gaze. And then his jaw dropped another couple of centimeters, which really shouldn't have been possible with how broken it already was.
    'What the actual fuck?!'
    Was that even legal? How could one man be swinging around an iron rod in his pants like that? It looked more like a weapon than a dick. If they were in a fight to the death, that thing would've won by itself.
    And that was all the distraction Artis needed.
    Just as Bicep Guy came barreling forward, his brain short-circuiting over the monstrosity in Artis's pants, Artis sidestepped with the grace of a dancer.
    It was so smooth, so effortless, he even had time to roll his eyes before extending his leg out like he was stretching.
    Bicep Guy's foot caught on Artis's leg, and for one glorious, gravity-defying moment, he was airborne.
    Arms flailing, eyes bulging, his body seemed to hang in mid-air, his pants sagging dangerously low to reveal a crack that nobody wanted to see.
    Then he crashed. Face first.
    "Graahh¡ªGawk!"

 Chapter 145 Making of a Homo!

    Then he crashed. Face first.
    "Graahh¡ªGawk!"
    "..."
    "..."
    "..."
    "..."
    Lily's eyes went wide, her jaw dropping so low it almost hit the ground.
    Around her, the other workers wore identical expressions, frozen in shock as if someone had just paused reality itself.
    Not a single person moved, their brains collectively short-circuiting at the scene before them.
    The only ones who didn't look like statues were Artis and... the homo guy.
    Artis stood there, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered across his face like he'd just won the lottery.
    Meanwhile, the homo guy's face was contorted in an expression so euphoric it was borderline pornographic.
    His eyes rolled back, his knees buckling as his whole body shuddered like he'd just been struck by lightning.
    Why, you ask?
    Because Bicep Guy, in all his raging glory, hadn't just face-planted into the dirt.
    Oh no, that would've been too merciful. Instead, in some sick twist of fate orchestrated by the universe itself, he had fallen face-first right into the homo guy's exposed, throbbing cock.
    And it wasn't just a graze. His mouth was wide open from screaming, his broken jaw slack and useless.
    The timing was almost poetic. The whole damn rod disappeared inside his mouth, swallowed to the base with one swift, horrifying movement.
    For a moment, there was silence. A stunned, awkward silence where even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
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    "Ahhh~"
    The homo guy's eyes rolled so far back you'd think he was possessed. His knees trembled, his toes curled, and his entire body went rigid.
    His balls tightened like they were trying to implode, and with a loud, shameless moan, he finally got his long-awaited release.
    Thick, hot cum shot straight down Bicep Guy's throat, flooding his mouth before he even had the chance to gag.
    His eyes bulged in horror, his body spasming as he tried to pull back, but the homo guy's hands instinctively flew to his head, holding him in place as his hips jerked forward, pumping every last drop into his unwilling 'partner.'
    The workers' faces contorted, half in shock, half in morbid fascination. One guy in the back dry-heaved, but nobody looked away. It was like a car crash¡ªhorrible, grotesque, and yet they couldn't tear their eyes off it. S§×ar?h the nov§×lF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Lily's face was so red it looked like she was about to combust. Her brain refused to process what she was seeing, and her legs wobbled dangerously as she tried to stay upright.
    Meanwhile, Artis just whistled, leaning back casually.
    "Well, that's one way to shut someone up..."
    The homo guy's body finally went limp, his face slackening as the last of his load drained down Bicep Guy's throat. He sighed, a blissful, satisfied noise that echoed through the courtyard.
    Bicep Guy, on the other hand, looked like he'd been hit by a truck. His eyes were glazed over, his face pale, and his body frozen in shock.
    When the homo guy's hands finally released him, he stumbled back, falling flat on his ass as his mouth hung open, a sticky white trail dripping from his lips.
    He tried to speak, but all that came out was a wet, gurgling noise as cum dribbled down his chin. His body trembled, his brain clearly struggling to comprehend what had just happened.
    Artis burst out laughing, wiping a tear from his eye.
    "Oh man... I don't think he's ever gonna live that one down!"
    The workers started to snicker, then chuckle, then outright howl with laughter.
    Some were clutching their sides, tears streaming down their faces as they pointed at the poor, humiliated bastard lying on the ground.
    Even Lily, despite all the shock and embarrassment, couldn't help the giggle that slipped out.
    She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, but her shoulders were shaking, and her face was still bright red.
    Bicep Guy looked around, his eyes darting from face to face, and the reality of his situation sank in. His face turned beet red, his mouth flapping uselessly as he tried to form words.
    But all that came out was another wet gurgle.
    Artis's grin widened.
    "Looks like you finally learned how to swallow... too bad it wasn't your pride."
    Artis howled with laughter, his hands clapping together as if he'd just witnessed the punchline of the century. He bent over, practically wheezing, his whole body shaking with uncontrollable mirth.
    "By the way, I didn't know you were that eager to accept homosexuality, Mr. Bicep Guy!"
    The workers who had wisely chosen to stay on the ground exchanged glances, their faces a mix of relief and sheer disbelief.
    They were damn glad they hadn't joined the fight because clearly, the universe had a messed-up sense of humor today.
    Meanwhile, Bicep Guy was in full-on denial mode. His face went from ghostly pale to beet red in a heartbeat, his brain rejecting every piece of evidence in front of him.
    His trembling hand reached up, catching a string of the thick, sticky liquid that was slowly sliding down his chin.
    He stared at it, his eyes wide with horror, before violently shaking his head as if that would magically erase the truth.
    "N-no... no... no way..."
    He muttered, his voice muffled by his broken jaw. He looked down, and there it was¡ªhis worst nightmare in physical form.
    The homo guy's now-flaccid cock was just hanging out, as shameless and carefree as its owner, glistening with saliva and a satisfied sheen.
    Bicep Guy's brain was short-circuiting. There was no way this was happening.
    No way he had just face-dived into another man's cock and taken a mouthful of his cum.
    Who the fuck would believe that? Hell, who the fuck would want to believe that?
    Yet, the proof was all over him... literally. A sticky trail was still dribbling from his open mouth, leaking out onto his chin, his hands, and even his shirt.
    Panic set in, his eyes wide with humiliation as he started to frantically scrape at his tongue, his fingers digging in so hard he almost gagged himself.

 Chapter 146 Accepting Love

    "Gah¡ªack!"
    He choked, his eyes watering as he desperately tried to erase the taste, the bitterness, the saltiness, the sourness... that goddamn smell. It was in his mouth, in his throat, in his nose. It was fucking everywhere.
    He doubled over, retching, but there was nothing left to spit out.
    No escape from the fact that most of the load had gone straight down his throat, a one-way ticket to his stomach.
    His face twisted in disgust, a tortured noise escaping him as he continued to scrape at his tongue, practically clawing at his own mouth.
    Artis watched this pathetic display, his laughter finally dying down to amused chuckles.
    "You know, for someone who acted so manly, you sure took that like a champ."
    He smirked, winking at the homo guy who was still basking in his post-orgasm glow, looking like he'd just reached Nirvana.
    Bicep Guy looked up, his face contorted with rage, shame, and an ungodly mixture of emotions he'd rather die than admit to.
    His trembling legs barely held him up as he stumbled back, his eyes darting from Artis to the homo guy, then to the laughing crowd of workers who would undoubtedly never let him live this down.
    He tried to speak, to curse them, to scream, to do anything to regain his shattered pride... but all that came out was another wet, humiliating gurgle, his voice drowned out by the lingering taste on his tongue.
    "Oh... oh shit... he really has become a homo..."
    "Oh man. He drank it. He fucking drank cum."
    "The forbidden nectar... reserved for women and gays."
    The beaten men whispered, but they were about as subtle as a drunk bard at a funeral.
    Their voices were loud, echoing off the courtyard walls, and the words were crystal clear.
    If embarrassment were a weapon, Bicep Guy would've been impaled a hundred times over by now.
    But the tragic idiot was so busy frantically wiping his mouth, scraping his tongue, and gagging on his own shame that he didn't hear a single whisper.
    His hands were going at his face like he was trying to claw his own head off, scrubbing desperately as if he could cleanse his pride along with the taste.
    "Man... two homos... who would've thought?"
    They kept going, mercilessly. Meanwhile, the real homo guy had his eyes closed, looking like he'd just experienced divine enlightenment.
    His body was still shuddering from the orgasmic high, his face glazed with bliss.
    Sure, it was from a bearded, sweaty, muscle-brained bear of a man, but hey¡ªwarmth was warmth. The dude looked like he'd just ascended to a higher plane of existence.
    Then, Artis clapped his hands together, the sound echoing like a judge's gavel, commanding everyone's attention. His grin was so wide it was practically splitting his face.
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    "Lads and gentlemen..."
    Every head turned to him. Because in that moment, Artis wasn't just some pretty boy.
    No, he was the undisputed king of this absolute circus of humiliation. And not a single one of those bastards wanted to end up like Bicep Guy.
    Face-planting into dick clearly wasn't on their bucket lists.
    Artis surveyed his audience, his smugness practically radiating off him.
    "As you can see, your boss here has gracefully accepted homosexuality. In fact..."
    He gestured grandly at the still-gagging Bicep Guy, who was now dry-heaving in sheer horror.
    "He's gone above and beyond. He didn't just accept it... he embraced it. Mouth first. With enthusiasm."
    There was a beat of silence, and then the men lost it. Snickers turned into giggles, which snowballed into full-blown laughter.
    Some of them were on their knees, clutching their sides, tears streaming down their faces.
    "Embraced it like he was born for it!" one guy shouted, wiping tears from his eyes.
    "Man, he didn't just come out of the closet¡ªhe busted the door off its hinges!" another cackled.
    Artis grinned, relishing the chaos.
    Bicep Guy's eyes bulged, his face a twisted mess of humiliation and horror. His body trembled like a leaf in a hurricane before he finally snapped.
    He turned and bolted, stumbling like a drunk deer, nearly tripping over his own feet as he fled the scene.
    His broken jaw flapped uselessly, still leaking the remnants of his salty shame.
    The poor bastard didn't even bother wiping his mouth this time¡ªhe just wanted to get as far away from his dignity as possible.
    Meanwhile, Artis wasted no time. He scooped Lily up like she was a sack of flour, effortlessly hoisting her into a princess carry. Her eyes went wide, and she flailed her arms.
    "W-Wait!"
    Too late. She was already in the air, her legs dangling as she clung to his neck for dear life.
    Her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink as she tried to act all flustered.
    Artis grinned, his confidence as cocky as ever.
    "Let's get out of here before he decides he wants to go for another round. Who knows? Maybe next time, he'll swallow with pride."
    Lily's jaw dropped, her face going beet red. She opened her mouth to retort, but all that came out was an embarrassed squeak.
    She quickly shut her lips. At this rate, her heart was going to burst out of her chest.
    Artis turned to the still-stunned workers, who were staring at him like he was some kind of mythical beast.
    He gave them a mock salute, his grin wicked.
    "So long, partners! Hope we don't cross paths again. And don't make me come back here... unless you're all planning to join the homo club, too!"
    The workers flinched, their faces going pale.
    A collective shudder ran through the group as they remembered Bicep Guy's fate.
    One guy even crossed his legs protectively. Another made the sign of the cross, praying to the gods to save his straightness. S§×ar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
    Nope. Nope, nope, nope. They weren't about to risk their pride¡ªor their throats¡ªfor catcalling some chick, no matter how hot she was.
    They were done. Lesson learned. They'd rather be celibate than risk another encounter with that terrifying, dick-flipping demon.
    Artis winked at them, turned on his heel, and strutted away with Lily still cradled in his arms, looking like the victorious rogue he was.
    Behind him, the workers exchanged horrified glances before unanimously deciding that they were never, ever going to mess with Hajin or Lily again.
    Nobody wanted to end up like Bicep Guy. Absolutely nobody.