An hour after Liyana left.
"Enough... enough... Xia Lun, please... I beg you..."
Only after Aina cried out for mercy for the third time did Xia Lun finally relent.
Before this, the mischievous Xia Lun had tried pushing further... only for an exasperated Aina to cast a sealing spell on him, leaving him immobilized on the bed like a wooden puppet for quite some time.
During that period, Aina had taken great pleasure in teasing him, keeping his blood boiling... as if taunting a starving man with a delectable cream cake just out of reach.
It had been a rather humiliating experience. To avoid a repeat, Xia Lun had since learned to carefully gauge his limits.
Aina's tolerance threshold lay between the third and fifth plea for mercy—beyond that, things could get dangerous. For safety's sake, Xia Lun always stopped at the third.
"Not... not bad, Xia Lun. As expected of my chosen warrior," Aina panted, her voice breathless.
"You're already spent. Don't act like we were evenly matched," Xia Lun shook his head. "I haven't even reached my limit yet."
"Heh... That just means I love you more, so I'm more affected by you." Aina wiped the sweat from her brow, twisting logic to suit her whims.
"Sure, sure."
Xia Lun affectionately stroked Aina's smooth back, wisely refraining from arguing further—lest the Demon Lord grow embarrassed and resort to overpowering him outright.
Haa—
Curled up on her side, Aina draped one of her wings over Xia Lun like a blanket.
"You seem quite fond of my wings, Xia Lun," she murmured seductively into his ear.
"Of course. I love everything about you."
"Then... how about I use them to help you...?" She flicked her tongue against his earlobe, her suggestion dripping with temptation. "They're quite dexterous, you know."
Xia Lun recalled how, a thousand years ago, merely touching her wings had earned him days of icy silence. Now, she was offering this?
"They're warm... and soft, Xia Lun. Just nod, and I'll take you to heights of pleasure beyond imagining..." Her whisper was devilish, her bat-like wings clinging tightly to him, radiating her body heat.
"Say yes... Come on, Xia Lun..." Her wings quivered with anticipation, their translucent crimson membranes tracing the contours of his muscles.
"But I refuse." Xia Lun suddenly turned his head to meet her gaze.
"Eh?" Aina blinked in surprise. "Why? It will feel good—I promise I can satisfy you..."
"Because I'm a traditionalist at heart. Fancy playstyles aren't my thing." Tightening his embrace, he rolled them both across the bed—eliciting a yelp from Aina—until she lay pinned beneath him.
"You're impossible, Xia Lun." Aina smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Her wings enveloped them once more, cocooning the pair.
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Meanwhile, Liyana swaggered down the street, Mo Lini trailing behind like a dutiful shadow—clutching a storybook with a slime perched atop her head.
Little Lan sat perfectly still, flattened into a disc-like shape. To the untrained eye, it might have resembled a peculiar, gelatinous hat.
"So, Musen, noticed anything unusual?" Liyana addressed the book in Mo Lini's arms.
"Nothing yet. Everything seems unchanged since my departure," Musen's voice echoed from the pages.
The surroundings were peaceful. Occasionally, robed clergy passed by, offering polite nods—no trace of the cultists' corruption to be found.
"Isn't that good? Maybe the Twilight Apostles haven't fully infiltrated yet," Mo Lini whispered.
"Or... the upper echelons of the Goddess Church were already replaced before Musen left," Liyana mused.
"But I sensed no anomalies back then either," Musen replied, uncertainty creeping into his tone.
"Hardly surprising. They're Twilight Apostles—who knows how those lunatics operate?" Liyana had crossed paths with them long before Xia Lun's revival. She'd wisely avoided their overtures—a decision that now seemed prescient.
"Did they never approach you?" she suddenly asked Musen.
Given that even she, Mo Lini, and Xia Lun had been targeted, it seemed odd.
"No... I never interacted with them while at the sanctuary," Musen answered after a pause.
Liyana halted abruptly.
Before them loomed the Grand Cathedral—a divine edifice of gleaming white stone, its spires piercing the heavens like monuments to faith itself.
"No unauthorized entry," intoned a guard clad in cutting-edge magitech armor, his massive magi-rifle barring their path.
Typical of the Goddess Church—even their security kept pace with the times.
The equipment wasn't cheap: the rifle packed the firepower of a siege cannon, firing explosive mana-charged rounds, while the armor combined formidable defense with unhindered mobility and enhanced strength.
Liyana spotted the insignia of the Olifandor Academy emblazoned on the gear.
Olifandor-made? Not unexpected—their magitech research was top-tier.
"Eh? No sightseeing allowed?" Liyana feigned wide-eyed innocence, playing the part of a starry-eyed tourist. "But it looks so pretty inside! Really no chance for a quick peek?"
"This is no place for casual visitors. Move along."
To their credit, the guards remained civil—perhaps swayed by the duo's harmless appearance.
"Tch—what a shame." Liyana lingered for a performative sigh before sauntering off with Mo Lini in tow.
"What now? If we can't get in, how do we investigate?" Mo Lini bounced on her toes, sending Little Lan wobbling atop her head.
She seemed oddly exhilarated, as if they were undercover agents on a covert mission.
"Obvious, isn't it?" Liyana snapped her fingers. "When in doubt, go home and let Xia Lun handle it."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
