Under the completely shattered tower, five terrifying forces were still locked in mutual slaughter.
Taken alone, any one of those forces would cause an extremely dreadful catastrophe; yet at this moment, they were using the body of a mere human as both medium and battlefield, vying, devouring one another, setting each other off, all kinds of colors staining the firmament, a scene like the end of days.
But perhaps the struggle was too fierce for them to attend to anything else; Lea, this harmless little lamb, was instead in a comparatively safer situation.
Yet even as a weak little lamb, Lea felt she had to do something; she could not let Moen’s consciousness be obliterated by those forces.
Lea bent down, stuck out her nimble, fragrant tongue, and circled it over Moen’s chest.
His musculature was perfect without being overly bulky, as if carved by a goddess herself; every section brimmed with the explosive power of a cheetah.
This was a body forged by a thousand tempers and a hundred refinements.
Lea could feel with such clarity the strength of the body in her arms, and even more, she could feel how this nearly perfect male physique attracted the opposite sex.
At least, to her, it was very attractive.
She could hardly keep herself from being held in his arms all the time, always... with force.
Though she had seen his upper body bare before, this was the first time she had made such intimate, close contact.
As for just now... she had been too shy to look carefully.
And now, it truly gave her this leisure and opportunity.
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Lea swung a leg over and straddled Moen.
Skin white as mutton-fat jade and the slightly bronzed skin of Moen beneath her set each other off to perfection.
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"I... I'm not that kind of lewd bad woman."
Shy, Lea gazed at the lover beneath her and talked herself through it:
"But I saw it in that book, it said it can better stimulate... mm... stimulate that..."
From Lea’s cherry lips spilled a sweet sound.
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"Mm~"
Her swanlike neck arched high, with a trace of pain and even more pleasure; an even sweeter, higher sound, like a bird, leapt up into the sky.
Lea moved, her motions growing more skilled.
After a while, she bent down again.
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"Moen... you must come back."
She mumbled, whispering to her lover with deep affection.
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"So dark."
Standing in a pitch-black space, Moen let out a heavy sigh.
He vaguely remembered that not long ago he had been doing something extremely wonderful, but when he came to his senses, he was already in darkness so deep he could not see his hand before his face.
"So, what the hell is this place?"
Moen scratched his head in distress.
In an environment this utterly black, he could gather no useful information at all.
Just staring wasn’t going to help; he could only pinch his thigh.
"Hiss... that hurts; looks like it’s not a dream."
Moen grew even more vexed and subconsciously raised a hand.
Then he froze, puzzled at why he had raised his hand for no apparent reason—did he think raising it would emit light from his palm? He wasn’t Ultraman.
"Looks like I can only walk forward and see."
So Moen moved forward.
In the darkness, nothing blocked him; he was able to proceed smoothly all the way.
He didn’t know how long he walked, until even his sense of time went numb. Just when Moen thought darkness was the keynote of this world, a beam of light suddenly split the darkness like a receding tide.
The light was incredibly gentle yet exceedingly bright; even he, standing in the dark, didn’t find it glaring. He stood on tiptoe to look and discovered it was a sunlit path.
The way was smooth, the sunshine soft; flowers bloomed on both sides, birdsong and fragrance filled the air.
At the end lay a cozy courtyard; grapevines climbed over the trellises, a lounge chair rocked lightly, and from time to time happy laughter echoed, tugging at the heartstrings.
Having walked in darkness for so long, the path was so enchanting that Moen could even hear a certain voice deep within urging him forward.
Then, in the glow of that light, he also saw, within the darkness, another road.
Pitch-black, fearsome, rugged and hard to walk, with sinister winds howling.
That road’s end was nowhere in sight, because the winding path led into the depths of the dark.
Into the unknown depths.
"So... is this asking me to choose?"
Moen rubbed his chin, pondering.
He looked carefully at both roads and grumbled:
"What a clichéd plot—do you even need to think in a situation like this?"
For a sunlit path of birdsong and blossoming flowers to appear in the dark was as blatant a lure as a forty-year-old virgin seeing a pretty girl in sexy lingerie on a bed beckoning to him—it was an utterly naked temptation.
Even a three-year-old would know there’s something wrong!
In this kind of situation, it’s either a honey trap or a sucker’s setup; worse, it could be a deliberate snare coveting my sexy body and my kidneys, trying to do this and that to me until I’m all used up... In short, there’s absolutely a pitfall!
"Then I’ll take this one!"
Gritting his teeth, Moen forcibly tore his yearning gaze from the sunlit path and was about to step onto the pitch-black road.
"Sigh."
But just then, with a soft sigh, an ethereal voice sounded by his ear.
Moen turned in astonishment and saw, not far away, a blurry shadow standing there.
He couldn’t tell if it was male or female; it was like a mass of mist, only barely discernible as human-shaped.
But Moen could feel a pair of very real eyes falling on him.
The shadow looked at him and asked softly:
"Are you really going to take that road? To give up what you pursue and walk the unknown, dark road—on that road, it will be very hard for you to get the happiness you want."
