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Afterward, the Hero returned to his sleeping quarters and plopped onto the bed. The hot blood from Dreamy's quarters gradually cooled, replaced by deep anxiety.
The Minister of Military Affairs was a high-ranking general with military power, commanding the kingdom's elite and countless soldiers. Being able to manage such power meant he was destined to be a strong leader with full command abilities. Although the Hero had the prestige of being the "Kingdom's Hero," in the face of absolute power, he was merely an outsider, an adventurer with shallow roots. Even General Ryan at the front lines had to take orders from the Minister of Military Affairs. As an outsider, what could he use to contend with him?
Not to mention finding evidence. The Minister's mansion was heavily guarded; sneaking in to collect evidence was no different from pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth. Although the Hero's combat power was strong, facing thousands of soldiers, the disparity in numbers was enough to crush him. The more he thought, the more irritable he became. The Hero lay back on the bed, holding his head, and growled in frustration: "Damn it! What do I do now? There isn't even a plan!" He punched the bed in annoyance, the image of Dreamy's cleavage, her red lips licking his semen, and the words "my body is yours" flashing through his mind. His crotch hardened again against his will. He gritted his teeth: "Damn it, the arrow is on the bow—what else can I do? I can't go back on it now!"
He was frustrated; Dreamy's charm was too lethal. Those full tits, the wet honey-slit, and her gentle hand-job technique simply blew his mind. And the result? She only gave him a few jerks, without even inserting it, yet he had gotten hot-headed, patted his chest, and promised everything. Now it was all gone, and he didn't even know how to begin! He punched the bed hard, cursing: "Damn, being driven by my dick caused my death! Why am I so useless!"
Just as he was freaking out, the door to the sleeping quarters was pushed open. Loxi and Yeli returned from outside. Loxi was wearing a semi-transparent gauze dress, her silver hair draped behind her, her rose-red eyes flashing with playful light, her petite figure exuding the temptation of a succubus. Yeli had also changed her long dress into a casual dress—obviously bought by Loxi when she took her out. Her golden hair was pinned up, and her treasure-blue eyes carried a hint of banter. As soon as the two entered, they saw the Hero's crazed state and looked at each other.
Seeing this scene, both were stunned. Loxi was the first to react; she walked up gracefully, climbed onto the bed, her petite body pressing against the Hero, her slender hand gently stroking his chest, and she said coquettishly: "Hero Brother, what's wrong? Who upset you?" Her voice was as sweet as honey, carrying a hint of acting spoiled.
Yeli leaned against the bedpost, arms crossed, and teased: "Tsk, looking at this state, he's probably been led around by the nose by some woman again and promised something he shouldn't have, right?" Her tone carried banter, but her eyes flashed with curiosity.
Seeing the two women return, the Hero felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He sat up abruptly, grabbed their hands, and confessed everything about Dreamy: "You don't know, just now the Consort summoned me and said the Minister of Military Affairs is going to rebel! She told me to find evidence and stop the rebellion! But how am I supposed to do these things? It's all because she... she..." He stammered, his face bright red, not having the nerve to mention the "down payment."
Yeli raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in her eyes: "Minister of Military Affairs? That old guy?" She thought for a moment, recalling: "When I was in the palace, it seemed he was the one who interrogated me. That spirit, that majesty, worthy of being a minister with military power. Tsk, Hero, you really know how to find trouble for yourself." She paused, staring at him mockingly, "Tell me, what did the Consort give you? To make you go against that Minister?"
The Hero felt even more ashamed, scratching his head embarrassedly, and mumbled: "Nothing much... just... she helped me... relieve some pressure..." The more he said, the softer his voice became, wishing he could dig a hole. Yeli laughed and patted his shoulder: "Alright, your little intentions—who can you hide them from? Looking at your state, you must have been obsessed by the Consort's tits! But with your brain, trying to outsmart the Minister? Tsk, I'm afraid you won't even know how you died."
Her words stabbed him to the heart. The Hero lowered his head in shame, muttering: "I know I'm not good at these things... but the arrow is on the bow; I have to try, right?" Yeli hummed and continued to tease: "Try? You have a way with bed skills; Loxi, Shasha, and I—we took turns before training you into this state. In terms of strength, you do have a chance in one-on-one, but that old fox, the Minister, will he duel you? Keep dreaming."
Loxi covered her mouth and giggled, but a flash of cunning crossed her eyes. When she was with me this morning, she had already learned from me about the plan to support the Hero, and Dreamy's actions were clearly part of it. Since that was the case, she should push it to the next step. She leaned in the Hero's arms, her slender hand turning his face, and said coquettishly: "Hero Brother, don't worry, I have a plan—do you want to hear it?"