In the realm of high-tier powerhouses, their consciousness has long transcended the shackles of the physical body. Their powerful minds can perceive every rustle of the wind and blade of grass in their surroundings. Unless someone can completely erase their presence, or move faster than a high-tier powerhouse's body can react, trying to launch a sneak attack on them is nothing but a fool's dream.
Since their consciousness can extend outward like a tide to perceive all things... then turning that perception inward to monitor the condition of their own bodies is even easier. Which muscle is damaged, where they are not in optimal condition—a qualified high-tier powerhouse certainly knows their own body like the back of their hand.
"Xia Lun, you are not allowed to talk about this anymore."
The Demon King tried to seize back the initiative in the battle from the Hero's hands.
"Could it be that you are still looking inward even now?" Xia Lun lightly bit Aina's sensitive earlobe. "Watching closely how your body is being..."
"I am not!" Aina quickly denied it, like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on.
"Is that so? I don't believe it." Xia Lun chuckled. "After all, you are the Demon King. With your strength, avoiding my perception is just too easy... Just like just now, you perceived me, but I didn't notice anything unusual at all."
"Xia Lun, I've warned you, don't continue this topic." Although Aina was still struggling hard under Xia Lun's wicked grasp, she humiliatingly discovered that she had subconsciously begun to actively cater to him. "Don't force me."
Here it comes again. Aina had brought out her trump card once more—binding magic.
No matter how much Xia Lun bullied and teased her, as long as she had absolute suppression in strength, the Demon King would always remain in an undefeated position.
"Why won't you say it?" But this time, Xia Lun was quite persistent, seemingly not planning to back down. "Is it because you're shy?"
"You..." Aina was already preparing to make her move, and magical chains had slowly begun to wrap around Xia Lun's limbs.
"Shyness is a maiden's right. A maiden's blush surpasses all else, Aina."
"What are you talking about?" The magical chains poised to strike on Xia Lun's body paused slightly.
"I said, you look absolutely beautiful when you're shy. How could there be such a beautiful creature in this world... and she happens to be my wife." Xia Lun rested his forehead against Aina's and said softly, "I am completely enchanted by you, Aina. I feel so happy right now... There are stars in your eyes. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
"Really..." Aina felt her head spinning a little from his words.
"Of course it's true, Aina. I think your shy appearance is your most beautiful posture... In my heart, you will always be the purest and most flawless maiden." Xia Lun slowly pried open Aina's teeth, gently yet forcefully tasting the delicate tip of her tongue.
"Mmph—"
The magical chains wrapped around Xia Lun's body slowly dissipated, and Xia Lun felt the body temperature of Aina beneath him grow even hotter.
Under Xia Lun's sweet words, Aina quickly dropped all her defenses.
Xia Lun didn't think there was anything wrong with this. Although he used Aina's feelings for him to make her obediently cooperate... these were also his true feelings. He didn't have the ability to lie in front of Aina anyway.
Everything was just a little romantic game between husband and wife.
"Shall we continue?"
"Mhm..." Aina nodded with a blurry gaze.
The pleasure from the depths of their souls broke free from the restraints of reason, transforming into a melodious and lingering rhythm that made one's face flush and heart race.
...
Xia Lun held a towel, wiping the water stains clean from the smooth surface of the table.
Following the order Aina had mentioned earlier, they had done it everywhere.
The large round bed, the spirit spring, the desk... Just kidding, no matter how you looked at it, it was never a multiple-choice question.
Wearing a conqueror's smile, Xia Lun glanced at Aina on the bed. The blanket wrapped her tightly, turning her into the shape of a caterpillar. Obviously, she wasn't going to let him touch her for the time being, silently declaring a temporary truce.
Xia Lun stored the towel in his hand into his spatial ring... the wedding ring belonging to him and Aina.
"I thought you were going to smell it," Aina muttered from the bed, then rolled over in a cute and endearing manner.
It was hard to imagine that such a cute creature was the Demon King.
Xia Lun's fingers glided across the freshly wiped desk. After rubbing his fingertips together, under Aina's watchful gaze, he brought them to his nose and sniffed.
"No weird smells," Xia Lun replied.
"Pervert!" Aina exclaimed in shame and indignation.
"You were the one who told me to smell it." Xia Lun calmly pulled an ancient tome from the nearby bookshelf, laid it out on the desk, and began to read... The desk was very long, but Xia Lun still sat in the exact spot where Aina's back had been resting earlier.
Aina turned her head away, no longer paying attention to this guy.
Xia Lun's fingertips rubbed against the yellowed pages. Within this space, there was only the rustling sound of him turning the pages.
But someone quickly got bored.
"Whoosh—"
A rustling sound of fabric rubbing suddenly came from behind, followed by the sound of wind breaking.
Xia Lun turned his head. Aina had vanished from the bed without a trace, leaving only the messy bedsheets scattered about.
Aina was now standing on the desk in front of Xia Lun. The bat wings behind the Demon King were completely unfurled, and her white jade-like little feet stepped on the ancient tome, preventing Xia Lun from turning to the next page.
The space here was very large, enough for Aina to fly freely. She had just spread her wings and flown straight over.
"What are you doing?" Xia Lun gently pinched Aina's toes, seemingly still wanting to turn the ancient tome to the next page.
"Does it look good?"
Aina slowly bent down. At this moment, she wasn't wearing a single shred of clothing, yet she still unabashedly displayed her exquisite curves in front of Xia Lun.
Xia Lun felt a bit strange in his heart. Aina shouldn't have fully rested yet, so why was she taking the initiative to tease him?
"It looks pretty good. It records some special methods the Elf race uses to cultivate plants," Xia Lun pointed at the ancient tome beneath Aina's feet and replied earnestly.
"I meant my body!" The Demon King puffed out her cheeks, very dissatisfied with Xia Lun's reaction.
"Mhm, it also looks very good." Lest she accuse him of being perfunctory, Xia Lun quite seriously admired the naked Aina for a moment and gave his evaluation.
"Then come catch me. As long as you can catch me, you can do whatever you want to me," Aina chuckled lightly.
"Stop messing around, Aina. Let me read my book in peace..."
Xia Lun reached his fingers toward the ancient tome, looking as if he intended to continue turning the page. But at the exact moment he was about to touch the paper, he suddenly lunged forward, grabbing at Aina's fair and slender calf on the desk.
However, even with all that, Xia Lun still grabbed nothing but air.
Aina's figure hovered in midair, as if she were sitting on a void throne with her legs crossed. Her spring scenery was slightly exposed, but she had absolutely no self-awareness of it. The wings on her back flapped gently, creating a breeze that made the pages of the book flutter noisily.
A sly gleam flickered in Aina's eyes. "That was really dangerous, Xia Lun. You almost caught me."
Xia Lun curled his lips, pretending not to be interested, and continued to hold his book and read.
A moment later, Aina's little feet slowly lowered again, dangling right in front of Xia Lun's eyes.

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agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

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