"Lover, night, lady’s boudoir, toys..."
Paired with the female Grand Wizard’s seductive expressions, her hazy eyes, and a voice as soft as orchid’s breath, it was hard not to let one’s thoughts wander into crooked paths.
Moreover, her body seed to exude a sudden surge of a special insect pheromone that eagerly penetrated Byron’s body.
It was just like when a leech bites; the injection of a little Leeches can completely numb the pain, causing a flood of subconscious fantasies in his mind.
Iron racks, manacles, candles, little leather whips... A series of explosive scenes kept jumping out from the depths of his mind.
The protagonist of all the scenes was none other than the lady brimming with feminine charm before him—the Leech Lady.
She wasn’t just soft as if boneless; she was indeed without bones, her body soft to the utmost degree.
But when Byron saw her throat move ceaselessly, as if she couldn’t stop swallowing her saliva, he imdiately realized.
The protagonist of those playful scenarios occupying her imagination, the one being tied up, was very likely... myself!
And the so-called toys were likely to include: an axe, a saw, a bone-scraping knife, and a large cauldron filled with scallions, star anise, Spices, and cinnamon sticks.
It was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over Byron’s head, sobering him up instantly.
"Others call her ’Lady’; is this creature truly a lady?"
Considering the usual antics of the Book of the Giant Insects Sect, how could her gender be defined solely by her appearance?
Naïve! Far too naive!
If I really went back to her room, who knows whether I’d be ’eaten’ or eaten!
An ’eating’ that consus both n and won.
Moreover, this Leech Lady wasn’t really his type.
Having kept himself chaste for eighteen years, Byron never imagined losing his virtue to soone who was superficially young but was in actuality an old aunt in her fifties or sixties.
It would be sowhat more acceptable with Violet, who, feeling threatened, was already bristling by his side.
However, the abundant Blood of Transformation within this old lady’s body was very much to his liking; his deep blue eyes were already shining with a faint scarlet Divine Light.
GULP...
He swallowed his saliva, much like her.
Perhaps the Night Demon Prince was a great tonic for other creatures.
But for him, who stood at the top of the food chain, were not all other creatures equally nourishing?
The blood in his body had already transford into Blood of Transformation. This ant that by hunting any creature for nourishnt, he could eventually convert it into Blood of Transformation!
His nu had expanded significantly, and his hunting targets were no longer limited to Human beings.
Especially Black Witches like her on the sa path; they were perfect ergency Blood Bags—easy to suck, easy to digest, and no burden on the stomach.
In a word: excellent!
As he watched the ostentatious female Grand Wizard before him, Byron’s thick and robust Vampire’s Touch had already begun to stir with anticipation.
He felt that if they really got into the bedroom and started freely exchanging vital essences, the Leech Lady would most certainly be outmatched.
Of course, now was not the ti to consider eating and being eaten. Byron gently broke free from the Leech Lady’s hands and said apologetically,
"Lady, I am truly sorry.
"When His Majesty entrusted with a great responsibility during my investiture, His words still echoed in my ears. I have no mind to consider personal affairs at the mont.
"During my bloodline ascension just now, I don’t know why, but the Mother of Creation, Lillith suddenly intruded.
"Though my ntal state is not very good right now, I have surprisingly gained a lot of precious forbidden knowledge.
"It includes parts of the pre-ceremonies for the third rite, the Crimson Holy Grail, as well as systematic knowledge that could reshape the knowledge system of the Bloodthirsty Cult.
"I believe this is the most important matter."
"Hmm?"
Hearing this high-sounding excuse, which seemingly had no flaws to pick apart, the Leech Lady’s first reaction was that he was fobbing her off, not wanting to join her in a ga that all n loved to play.
But then her eyes were montarily caught by sothing shiny above his head.
It seed to be a... halo?
On closer inspection, however, she found nothing there.
But subconsciously, she felt that soone like Byron Tudor—loyal to his lord, benevolent to his subjects, friendly to strangers, and selfless to his colleagues, a "Great Good Man"—was unlikely to make such jokes.
His series of deeds were universally acclaid; even on Shampoo Island, over three thousand kiloters away from Rapid Stream Port, his reputation was known.
Other things aside, his sparkling character was sothing no one would ever question.
Before the Leech Lady could respond, Swarm and Mosquito Mage, who had co with her, suddenly brightened up and asked eagerly in unison,
"Is it true? Have you made progress so soon?"
Byron first played the part of a contaminated ’living affiliated,’ saying earnestly,
"It’s true. Perhaps there was a problem with my ritual, as even now I occasionally hear the mutterings of that great entity."
Then, turning to the Leech Lady, his face full of righteousness, he said,
"I hope you can gather the Grand Wizards who are out and have them return to the Holy Land.
"I believe this knowledge should not be hoarded by alone; I am willing to share this knowledge openly and unreservedly with all the seniors."
Hearing Byron say this, the three of them, who had initially wanted to study the forbidden knowledge he had acquired to get ahead of their peers, could only glance at each other. Unsurprisingly, they saw a mixture of frustration and relief in each other’s eyes.
"Alright, everyone knows; this is a Great Good Man with an unblemished character."
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