Beneath the Dark Mist.
On the flat, smooth stone slabs, luxurious garments were now spread out, casually used as a makeshift bedding. Two bare figures entwined together, lying atop, exuding the carefree attitude of treating the heavens as their ceiling and the earth as their bed.
Holding the beauty nestled softly in his arms, Moen felt the exquisite sensation of soft, fragrant jade against his skin. As he gazed down at the trembling form of his senior sister, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed like peach blossoms, and her breath carrying the faint scent of orchids, an overwhelming sense of fulfillment surged in his chest.
Yes, victory!
Though, at the start, it was undoubtedly humiliating to be pinned down by his senior sister. But that was merely due to the temporary empowerment of serpentification.
Once the serpentification wore off, his senior sister was no more than an ordinary, delicate young maiden. Her training primarily focused on magic and potions—how could she possibly match up to someone like himself, a monstrously tough guy who treated spitting blood and breaking bones as mere warm-ups?
Not to mention, the Crimson Flame had granted him enhanced stamina. Without it, after doing so many things, let alone engaging in something like this with his senior sister, he’d have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.
Thank you, King of Wither.
I owe you a couple of roasted ox kidneys for sure!
Gently nuzzling against the faintly fragrant locks of his senior sister’s hair, Moen’s eyes softened with affection. Yet the vivid memory of flipping the tables earlier, seeing his senior sister beneath him in all her tender submissiveness, rekindled a fiery heat in his heart.
He couldn’t deny it—this feeling was truly marvelous.
At first, his senior sister had displayed a brave, almost reckless determination, but once healed of serpentification, she reverted to an ordinary maiden experiencing her first budding romance.
After all, women like Ann—those rare, battle-hardened veterans who could seize control on their first time and metaphorically stomp him into the ground—were exceedingly rare.
Even in her soft panting, his senior sister seemed a little restrained.
Yet it was precisely that contrast between deliberately suppressed sound and the occasional complete uninhibited display of love—letting go entirely before her beloved—that switched Moen from a mortar launcher straight to anti-aircraft levels, his hardness plus ten.
Not to mention, when fully immersed in the intimate union of joy, his senior sister’s stunningly radiant face exuded a captivating charm so overwhelming it seemed to seep from her very pores.
Soul-stealing, indeed.
Recalling this, Moen couldn’t resist planting a light kiss on Anna’s forehead. His large hand, however, began restlessly wandering her smooth and jade-like body once more.
Especially when it lingered at a certain perfectly curved, rounded prominence, Moen couldn’t help but knead appreciatively.
As expected, his first impression had been entirely correct. Compared to the front’s rolling waves, the hidden highlands beneath her skirts were undoubtedly the most mesmerizing territory of his senior sister.
Alas, it was only the first time. Many advanced positions remained inaccessible. Otherwise...
“Junior!”
Just as Moen’s thoughts began drifting wildly, a flustered yet charming voice snapped him back. A sharp pain registered at his waist as he realized the soft flesh there had been mercilessly pinched.
“Argh…”
Moen winced and immediately pleaded,
“It hurts, it hurts! Go easy on me, senior!”
“Now you know pain?”
Anna finally shook off the lingering allure that had nearly sent her soul drifting. She gave Moen a captivating sidelong glance, both scolding and teasing, “You were so rough earlier—you really are wicked.”
“Hehe, but isn’t senior the truly wicked one? How could anyone resist your allure?”
Moen chuckled mischievously and continued his roguish groping, ignoring Anna’s gentle, half-hearted resistance.
“All right, it’s time to get up. We’ve lingered here long enough; who knows what’s happening outside?” Anna lightly slapped away his wandering hand, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation and affection.
“Only two hours or so—not like it’s the end of the world. No need to worry so much.”
Moen pulled her closer, his voice suddenly firm,
“And even if it were the end of the world, no one could stop me from staying close to senior.”
“…You and your sweet talk.”
A deep love gleamed briefly in Anna’s eyes before she leaned up to lightly peck the corner of Moen’s lips. “Be good. Let’s save it for later. There’ll be plenty of chances.”
“Fine.”
Reluctantly, Moen loosened his hold. But just as Anna began getting up, she noticed Moen’s unwavering gaze locked onto her.
“Junior?”
“What’s wrong?”
Moen blinked innocently. “I haven’t done anything, have I?”
Anna’s already flushed cheeks turned red further, glowing as if they might drip nectar.
“Junior, close your eyes.”
“Nope.”
Moen replied matter-of-factly, “Broad daylight, under the open sky—why should I close my eyes? Are you saying there’s something inappropriate happening that people shouldn’t see?”
“Such a scumbag huh?”
Anna lightly punched Moen’s chest. “Close your eyes first. Getting dressed while you’re staring... makes me feel shy.”
“Haven’t I already seen everything? What’s there to be shy about?”
Feigning confusion, Moen added,
“If you’d like, I can start first and let you watch me dress?”
“…Junior.”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve changed. You’ve turned bad.”
“Really?”
“You need a little punishment.”
“Punishment?”
Moen froze, unprepared for Anna’s sudden movement as she straddled him and leaned close. Her delicate tongue darted out to playfully lick his chest.
“Ah—”
Moen shivered from the exquisite sensation. The flickering flame in his abdomen roared back to life, threatening to grow wild.
But he quickly restrained himself.
“Se… Senior…”
“Hmm?”
“This... this doesn’t seem right.”
“What’s wrong?”
Anna’s warm breath carried a bewitching aura, she had already entered a feverish state.
“Didn’t you just say… we don’t even know what’s happening outside…”
“Let them wait.”
“But… this is your first time. If we keep going at this pace, it’s not good for you.” Moen’s gaze briefly passed over a single delicate drop of red upon the stones, a clear symbol of her first time.
“Is that so?”
Anna tilted her head, feigning innocence. “But I feel like I’ve recovered quite nicely.”
Damn. So unlike Ann’s explosive bursts earlier, senior you’re on the path of high recovery rates, huh?
“But—”
Before Moen could argue further, Anna silenced him with a slender finger against his lips.
“Junior, didn’t you say you wanted to watch?”
Straightening her seductive figure, Anna revealed all her alluring splendor before Moen. Licking her crimson lips, she swayed her hips and gazed at him provocatively.
“Well? Don’t you like it?”
“Damn it!”
Moen’s eyes suddenly turned crimson, and he sprang upright.
“Seductress! Watch as I subdue you!”
…
…
Who knows how long passed.
When Anna finally rose to her feet, her dreamy eyes still laced with post-passion haze and her complexion glowing, her movements were tinged with an awkward stiffness.
As for Moen, utterly drained and lying motionless beneath the dissipating mist, he gazed blankly upwards, tears slipping down his cheeks.
His magical reserves depleted, combined with his unhealed prior injuries—he had at last succumbed to this alluring seductress.
Training. Growth. There truly wasn’t a moment to spare.
As soon as they returned, he vowed to spend dozens of hours soaking in the Well of Mercury.
In the midst of these thoughts, Moen began to dress himself. It was then he noticed the faint, visible dissipation of the shrouding dark mist.
“This…”
“The moon has perished.”
Anna stood, her gaze lifted toward the infinite distance of the sky. A soft whisper left her lips as though she felt the tremors of a shift in destiny itself.
Tears traced her cheeks anew, signaling perhaps the dissolution of the oppressive fate weighting on her shoulders.
“Senior…” Moen called softly, concern flickering in his heart.
“It’s nothing. This is good news.”
Anna wiped her tears away with a smile. “For many people, this is good news.”
“Is that so?”
Moen shared her smile, extending a hand. “Then let’s go, senior.”
“Mm.”
Placing her gentle hand in Moen’s, Anna followed him, stepping onward together into a world brimming with light.
