The setting sun was like blood.
Under the crimson-dyed sky, the Herrscher of the Void's shadow was drawn out, long and slender.
"Huh?"
What is that guy doing?
Looking on, Higokumaru felt it was an indescribably hentai scene.
Forget the fact that he was impaled by three thick and sharp void lances; what the hell was he doing pumping them back and forth?
Higokumaru's mind went a little blank.
Is this something a carbon-based lifeform is capable of doing?
This guy really had a screw loose.
Ye Feng glanced over gently. When he saw Higokumaru with her large belly, he couldn't help but think that a body full of Herrschers would be an interesting sight in the future.
Higokumaru was caught in Ye Feng's gaze. Her twin ponytails swayed, and she took half a step back in fear before quickly turning to flee while his attention wasn't on her.
Ye Feng lowered his head, looking down at the Herrscher of the Void at his feet.
In such a humiliating position, the Herrscher of the Void was prostrated on the ground, only able to look up at the man before her as if she were being judged.
She had never been so humiliated. Her golden eyes boiled with murderous intent.
The Herrscher of the Void suddenly raised a hand—a fair, smooth, slender hand—and aimed her palm at Ye Feng. Honkai energy gathered, condensing into a light cannon!
She was still trying to fight back!
Click!
No one saw how Ye Feng moved.
But the energy gathering in the Herrscher of the Void's palm shattered like broken glass and dissipated.
Ye Feng gently pinched the Herrscher of the Void's elbow. With a twist and a pull, the joint was dislocated, bending at a horribly uncoordinated angle.
Ye Feng didn't stop. His hands moved like the phantom images of flying flower petals, rubbing and pressing against all the joints of her upper body.
In the span of a single dumbfounded thought, all of the Herrscher of the Void's limbs had been dislocated by Ye Feng.
Her Majesty the Queen was now like a soft, white snake, lying limply on the ground.
"I have quite a bit of experience in orthopedics, you know."
Ye Feng looked at the Herrscher of the Void with a smile.
With that white hair, if he tied it into a pair of ponytails and put her in a white lolita dress, she could cosplay as Kasugano Sora.
When describing Sora in galgames, her hair is "cream" and her eyes are "brown"—both sound delicious.
No wonder Ye Feng was so greedy.
His favorite thing to drink was cream coffee.
Kiana leaped down from the window. She flipped in mid-air, as graceful as a gymnast, and landed firmly on the ground before walking over.
The moment the Herrscher of the Void saw Kiana, her pupils instantly widened.
"You—"
"Don't talk yet."
Ye Feng casually pulled out the void lances that pierced his body. With a few wet splurch sounds, blood sprayed out, spattering across the Herrscher of the Void's face and body.
Like blooming roses, the red dots made her appear even more bewitchingly demonic.
Ye Feng squatted down and pinched the Herrscher of the Void's chin. With a gentle shake left and right, her jaw was dislocated.
At this moment, the Herrscher of the Void was just like a doll, to be posed and manipulated at will.
"You know, she really does look a bit like an onahole."
Ye Feng remarked with great interest.
Having been turned into an onahole, the Herrscher of the Void collapsed limply into her own arms and legs, her expression somewhat dazed.
Her exquisite and beautiful face was now fixed in place. Her cherry lips were parted, unable to close, appearing plump and tantalizingly moist, adding a touch of seductive charm that was breathtakingly妖艳.
The tight fabric of her bodysuit outlined the graceful curves of her figure.
The hem of her skirt spread out like profound dark wings, revealing glimpses of her long, rounded, fair legs within.
The Herrscher of the Void, once as high and mighty as a queen, was now scattered into the mud and ground into dust, possessing a kind of broken beauty.
Seeing this, even Kiana couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.
"By doing this, can we really have a proper conversation? She can't even speak anymore."
Ye Feng fiddled with the Herrscher of the Void's skirt. "An old saying goes: 'To learn the Way in the morning is to be able to die content in the evening.' What that means is, if you let me smell her scent in the morning, I can make her feel like she's dying from pleasure by evening."
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Kiana pressed a hand to her forehead. She really wished she wasn't the kind of person who could understand that instantly.
"Huh, why are you still wearing boots?"
Her black boots were connected to her over-the-knee socks, clinging to her jade-like legs. Although it was indeed seductively beautiful, Ye Feng still felt it couldn't compare to white stockings or bare feet.
And so, very quickly, the long-haired queen's legs were stripped of their boots and black stockings. One foot was wrapped in a snow-white, thin silk stocking, while the other leg was adorned only with a thorny garter ring on the thigh.
The thigh ring, squeezing the flesh ever so slightly, further emphasized the tenderness and firmness of her skin.
"Kiana, carry her back to the room."
"Eh? M-Me?" Kiana pointed an index finger firmly at her own nose.
"If you'd like to try an open-air experience, I certainly won't object."
"I get it, I get it."
If I had known, I wouldn't have jumped down.
Kiana lifted the Herrscher of the Void in a princess carry.
The Herrscher of the Void's eyes went wide. In her mind, this was undoubtedly a colossal humiliation. But with her limbs dislocated, she was completely powerless to resist.
Watching Kiana carry the Herrscher, Ye Feng couldn't help but remark, "Kiana, you little rascal. Is being 'dashing' just carved into your bones?"
Using a princess carry even for an enemy, instead of slinging her over a shoulder.
Or just dragging her by the hair.
"What are you talking about? Even if you can kill a powerless enemy, you should still maintain a basic level of respect before then, right?"
"Hah. Naive."
Hearing their conversation, the Herrscher of the Void began to make "Aba aba" sounds.
She was clearly enraged.
This kind of casual conversation was the most hurtful.
But with her jaw dislocated, the Herrscher of the Void couldn't form complete syllables. Instead, by forcefully trying to move her jaw, she only caused more saliva to pool in her mouth, which then trickled from the corner of her lips, wetting Kiana's chest.
Kiana didn't seem to notice. Instead, she asked, "What are you planning to do?"
"First, I'll stab her three times."
"Huh?"
Kiana's face instantly darkened.
"Otherwise, my thoughts won't be clear."
Ye Feng pointed to his own chest, where three holes had been. They were now completely healed, and even his clothes were undamaged.
Although Kiana knew Ye Feng was an "outside context" existence, she was still a little surprised.
But on second thought, wasn't this just "Recovery"?
When she was being fucked into a daze, he would use "Recovery" on her too. Otherwise, the Bug really wouldn't have been able to endure it.
They arrived at the room, where the large bed with its fluttering gauze canopy was still as eye-catching as ever.
"Alright, put her down there. And then, Kiana, you can leave."
"HUH?!"