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"Ugh! Hero-sama... so sudden... so hard... ah, ah!" Yeli gasped, her rose-red pupils misting over, her hands clutching the sheets as she pretended to be conquered. Her honeyed slit was as supple as silk, imbued with vampiric power, actively sucking on the Hero's rod, gripping him so tightly he felt his scalp tingle.
The Hero let out a low roar, his hands kneading Yeli's breasts as his rod thrust like a storm, every blow reaching deep into the cervix. His sexual technique was already refined to perfection, and his rod was scaldingly hot and rigid; Yeli's slit was fucked until the bright red, lustful flesh rolled out, and the aphrodisiac fluid sprayed all over the bed. Shasha watched from the side, her heart racing, her slender hands probing into her own gauze dress to caress her wet slit as she whispered: "Hero-sama... so fierce... Yeli-chan is being fucked until she's moaning so lustfully..."
The Hero panted heavily, working like a pile driver with high-frequency movements. For over ten minutes, he did not pause or lose momentum once. He thrust hard, pinning his glans against the cervix, and scalding semen gushed out, filling Yeli's womb. Yeli screamed and arched her body, her slit spasming and spraying a wave of fluid, her body trembling as she reached climax.
After the internal ejaculation, the Hero's rod remained rigid. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and pulled Shasha over, pressing her gently against his side, ready to fight for a few more rounds.
Inside the Hero's bedroom, moans, low roars, and gasps were intertwined. Meanwhile, in the next room, Loxi, using the excuse of feeling unwell, stayed in her room alone. She stood before a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror, her long silver hair draped over her shoulders, her rose-red pupils glowing softly in the candlelight. She took off the semi-transparent gauze dress she had worn in front of the Hero during the day and tossed it aside, revealing a body as white and flawless as jade. The gauze dress was seductive, but that was just a piece of "intimacy wear" meant to seduce the Hero and go along with my plan. In front of me—her brother and husband—Loxi wanted to show her most beautiful, authentic self.
Opening the wardrobe, Loxi tried on a few outfits. First was a pale purple tight-fitting gown that outlined her slender waist and perky buttocks, but she frowned, feeling it was too mature and didn't fit her. Then, a pink spaghetti-strap mini-dress with a light, airy skirt that revealed her long, white-silk-clad legs, but she felt it was too revealing—not the kind of "authentic beauty" she wanted, but rather looking like she was actively trying to hook someone. This was the trouble with not having brought more clothes. Loxi could only choose from what she had.
As she looked through the wardrobe, her gaze settled on a pure white Saintess robe. It was her old outfit from when she served as the Saintess—a pure white long skirt embroidered with golden Holy Light patterns, the cuffs and hem accented with lace; it was elegant yet carried a hint of softness.
Loxi put on the Saintess robe, the hem trailing slightly as it outlined her perfect figure. This Saintess robe had been custom-made for her body by the Holy Light Church back when she served there. Although dignified, it clung to her body, vaguely revealing the curve of her chest and the line of her buttocks—pure yet carrying a heart-stopping temptation.
She looked down at herself in the robe, the corners of her mouth curling slightly upward. She knew that men seemed to love those "fallen" scenarios—the journey from purity to defilement. While she didn't fully understand this obsession, if I liked it, she was willing to cooperate.
After dressing, Loxi sat before the mirror, picking up a brush to carefully groom her long hair and adorn herself.
There was a light knock at the door. Loxi's heart jumped; she put down what she was doing and hurried to the door, her white-silk-clad feet touching the floor. When she opened the door and saw me standing there, her face blossomed into a sweet smile. Without a word, she stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her slender arms around my neck, leaned in, and kissed me fiercely.
Our tongues entwined. Loxi's lips were as soft as marshmallows, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance, and her tongue moved actively and nimbly in my mouth, kissing me until my mind was in a whirl. Her petite body pressed tightly against me, the softness of her chest squeezing against my torso through the Saintess robe, teasing me until I was instantly aroused. I hugged her slender waist, responding to her deep kiss, my hands wandering down to her buttocks, kneading her soft flesh through the fabric of the dress.
The kiss was intense and lingering. We shuffled toward the bed step by step until Loxi was breathless, and only then did I reluctantly part from her. When we separated, a crystal-clear thread of saliva stretched between her red lips and mine; her pupils were misted over, her cheeks flushed with an alluring color. Propping herself up on the bed, Loxi lay half-reclined, looking at me with a fawning expression as she pouted, "Stinky Brother... you took so long to come, the Hero next door has already been at it for ages."