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Dusk fell, and Cyclone opened his eyes.

Returning from the grand adventure, Cyclone woke up in his own bed.

On his left was Yuna, and on his right was Elyse.

Both peerless beauties were holding him at the same time, and in the current vulnerability without any protective gear, the sensations his body felt from their touch were the most direct.

The warmth spread on his fingertips, and lifting both hands, Cyclone pulled the two closer to him, hugging them tighter.

At first glance, Cyclone looked at Yuna.

The familiar sleepy face, the familiar scent, everything was so comforting.

Yuna smiled, indicating satisfaction from the battle she had just fought.

Facing a new formidable enemy, Yuna not only displayed extraordinary abilities but also made the right choices.

Rather than hindering the battle between Cyclone and Elyse, she did her utmost to assist them, exerting all her power to ensure Cyclone could unleash his full potential.

This move was really something.

Cyclone, a super swordsman who had undergone countless trainings, was already capable of taking on three opponents at once.

With his full strength unleashed, it didn’t take long before Elyse, who only harbored fantasies and perverse desires, succumbed instantly to Cyclone's immense power.

Just one round of intense battle and the ordinary human girl Elyse was already defeated and unable to rise.

Faced with such overwhelming force, Cyclone not only defeated her in one round but also caused Elyse to lose control of her body. Like a sea-soaked bed, her nerves were continuously assaulted by the surging waves.

The subsequent battles turned into a solo performance by Yuna.

Of course, Eileen downstairs and Little Dragon helping out occasionally came up to challenge and relieve the built-up tension.

The only thing that displeased Yuna was the one time when Cyclone unexpectedly let her go and turned to target the fallen Elyse.

Even facing a toy that had been ruined, Cyclone didn’t hesitate to attack, and that insane battle made Yuna slightly envious.

In a state of extreme duress, what would become of herself if such a battle were to ensue?

Faced with that scenario at the time, Yuna couldn’t imagine the answer.

Perhaps, having experienced it once, it could never be forgotten.

Cyclone kissed Yuna, offering all his love.

However, Yuna didn’t let Cyclone end it so simply, but instead entangled herself, initiating another intense battle.

After the battle, Cyclone's strength returned.

Between Yuna's thighs, the lost ultimate sword once again regained its brilliance.

The witch renowned as the strongest also offered her love to Cyclone.

At this moment, Cyclone turned his gaze to Elyse.

Different from Yuna's blissful sleeping face, Elyse's dissatisfied expression was evident.

In response to this displeasure, Cyclone simply flicked her forehead with his finger.

How could a mere tool display such an expression?

Despite the signal sent by such thoughts, Elyse remained unhappy.

Therefore, Cyclone directed the verbal duel power that Yuna had passed on to him towards Elyse.

Another intense battle unfolded, but the sword, now fully restored to power, refused to sit idly by.

Cyclone decided to stand up, preparing once again for the upcoming great adventure.

Meanwhile, Elyse, just recovered from her previous ordeal, looked nervously at the sword that once almost transported her to paradise.

Her body remembered the sword's formidable attacking power, tempting her taste buds like poison.

Unable to resist any longer, she hoped to satisfy her inner desires quickly.

Elyse reached out her hand, determined to personally draw out Cyclone's sword.

Unfortunately, just as she was about to make her move, Cyclone noticed the scenery outside the window.

Dusk had arrived, signaling a battle that intrigued Cyclone even more than swordplay.

In that moment, Cyclone placed a finger on Elyse's forehead, preventing her from getting any closer.

Initially puzzled, Elyse looked between the two.

But as Yuna began searching for her missing underwear, Elyse realized something was about to happen, of which she was unaware.

Before Elyse could ask, Cyclone stood stark naked by the bed, giving a slight tug on his waist.

Facing the second night with Kakarl, Cyclone smiled and put his clothes back on.