Following the abrupt, shocking conclusion of the tournament, a deathly silence lingered over the colossal arena for only a few moments before it was entirely shattered by an earth-shaking roar. The sheer volume of the cheering crowd felt as though a mountain had crumbled into the sea, sending tremors through the very foundations of Spirit City. Tens of thousands of spectators, arrogant nobles, and powerful Spirit Masters screamed their throats completely hoarse, their wide eyes fixed in absolute awe upon the pristine, untouched formation of the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy team. The grand award ceremony commenced immediately in the center of the ruined stage.
Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong descended from her high viewing platform, floating down gracefully like a divine sovereign descending from the heavens to preside over the ceremony of handing over the ultimate prizes. She wore her heavy, ornate papal robes of brilliant gold and immaculate white, her jeweled crown catching the afternoon sun and scattering prisms of light across the shattered stone of the arena. She stood before the victorious Heaven Dou Imperial Academy team, her pink eyes completely composed, a mask of flawless, icy authority that betrayed absolutely none of the intense, submissive lust she harbored for the captain standing before her.
A line of six silver-armored knights stepped forward with synchronized, heavy footsteps, carrying three ornate, velvet-lined trays that held the ultimate rewards. As they stopped beside the Supreme Pontiff, the air around the trays seemed to warp and hum with raw, concentrated spirit power, an overwhelming aura that made the weaker Spirit Masters in the front rows feel dizzy.
Bibi Dong waved her pale, elegant hand, lifting the restrictive spirit barriers off the trays. Instantly, the terrifying auras of three glowing, incredibly rare Spirit Bones washed over the stage, bathing the Heaven Dou team in a brilliant, multi-colored light that felt as heavy as the ocean depths.
She formally handed over some of the absolute best Spirit Bones the Spirit Hall possessed in its vast, ancient vaults, preparing to explain their origins to the breathless audience.
"The first is the Mind Condensing Wisdom Skull," Bibi Dong announced, her magically amplified voice echoing clearly across the hushed stadium. She gestured toward the center tray, where a pristine, crystalline skull bone pulsed with a deep, oceanic blue light. "It is a Skull Bone originating from a 60,000-year-old Spirit Beast."
The crowd gasped collectively. A 60,000-year-old skull bone was a treasure of unimaginable value, a legendary item capable of drastically enhancing a Spirit Master's mental capacity and spiritual sea to terrifying heights. Many in the audience were already drooling, their eyes turning red with sheer envy at the sight of such an artifact.
"This specific bone," Bibi Dong continued, her pink eyes locking onto Zhang Tian, "was harvested from the Demon Spirit Great White Shark. It is a tyrannical species that rules over the sea-type spirit beasts as their absolute sovereign. Hunting it cost the Spirit Hall dearly. Its abilities are peerless. It grants the 'Purple God Light', an incredibly powerful purple ray of light emitted directly from the eyes that can shatter an opponent's spiritual sea. Furthermore, it grants the ability to see through all living things and illusions. But most importantly... it provides a permanent, massive enhancement to wisdom and brain activity, expanding the spiritual sea exponentially."
The spectators murmured in sheer awe and jealousy. The sound was like a swarm of locusts sweeping through the stands.
"Then there are these two Spirit Bones," she continued smoothly, gesturing to the remaining trays that glowed with dark purple and deep black light, respectively. "Both of which were harvested from at least 50,000-year-old Spirit Beasts. One is a Left Arm Spirit Bone, while the other is a Right Leg Spirit Bone."
She pointed to the dark purple bone. "The Left Arm Spirit Bone originates from a 55,000-year-old Phantom Shadow Panther. It grants the active ability 'Phantom Annihilation Strike', a high-speed, unblockable claw attack infused with shadow corrosion that can tear through almost any physical defense without losing momentum."
She then pointed to the deep black leg bone. "The Right Leg Spirit Bone originates from a 58,000-year-old Golden-Veined Mystic Water Tortoise, a mutated beast possessing a trace of the ancient Golden Tortoise bloodline. It grants the active ability 'Black Water Domain'. Upon activation, it releases a localized domain of heavy, corrosive black water that drastically slows enemies, constantly drains their spirit power, and creates an oppressive pressure field that crushes their mobility."
These rewards were absurdly generous, far exceeding the typical prizes allocated for the tournament champions. In the history of the tournament, the Spirit Hall rarely offered bones exceeding thirty thousand years, hoarding the best for their own internal ranks.
In truth, a few days ago, Bibi Dong had specifically, secretly changed the previous, lesser spirit bones. She had marched into the deepest vaults and chosen these specific, peerless treasures herself, ruthlessly bypassing the fierce objections of the Elder Hall. She had done this solely because she had known with absolute certainty that the winner would be her dear, secret lover.
'Only the absolute best awards in this world are worthy of my Husband,' Bibi Dong thought internally, her heart swelling with a dark, submissive devotion. She offered the trays forward with a perfectly practiced, regal smile that completely masked her burning desire to please him.
Zhang Tian stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His strides were filled with a natural, arrogant grace that commanded the attention of the entire world. He accepted the trays with a polite, measured nod. As his hands brushed near hers, his deep blue eyes briefly met her glowing pink ones in a silent, electrifying exchange of total dominance and utter submission.
The audience watched in biting envy, fully expecting the peerless genius Zhang Tian to immediately claim the 60,000-year-old Mind Condensing Wisdom Skull for himself to further his already terrifying power. It was the natural order of things; the captain, the strongest, always took the greatest spoils for his own foundation.
However, what happened next left the tens of thousands of spectators, and even some of the haughty Spirit Hall Elders sitting in the high boxes, completely bewildered.
Zhang Tian turned back to his team, holding the three glowing, priceless Spirit Bones casually in his hands as if they were nothing more than common vegetables bought from a street market. He didn't even look twice at the Mind Condensing Wisdom Skull. Instead, he walked straight past the center of the formation and approached his teammates.
"Yan'er," Zhang Tian called out, holding out the glowing, 60,000-year-old skull bone directly toward the astonished poison master. "This will suit your Jade Phosphor Dragon spirit perfectly."
Dugu Yan froze, her jaw dropping slightly. Ever since her martial spirit had miraculously evolved from the Jade Phosphor Serpent to the mighty Jade Phosphor Dragon under Zhang Tian's guidance years ago, her appearance had changed drastically. Her once-greenish hair had transformed into a curtain of sleek, midnight black hair that swayed heavily down her back. Her eyes had shifted to a piercing, dark greyish hue. She was a vision of lethal, draconic beauty.
Currently, her large breasts trembled violently, jiggling beneath her tight uniform as she took deep, shuddering breaths.
"This will help you control your potent poison perfectly to ensure it doesn't accidentally harm your allies in chaotic battlefields," Zhang Tian explained casually, ignoring the shocked silence of the arena. "And the direct mental attack from the Purple God Light can be considered one of your ultimate trump cards. It will serve perfectly as an attack against those pesky enemies who cannot be defeated by your toxic mist or by the sheer physical strength of your dragon body."
Dugu Yan's dark greyish eyes widened in sheer shock. "You... you are giving this to me?" she stammered, her voice trembling over the stadium's amplification tools. "But captain, this is a 60,000-year-old Spirit Bone! It would be priceless even for a Titled Douluo! You should absorb it!"
"I have no need for it," Zhang Tian stated dismissively, shoving the velvet tray into her hands. "Take it and strengthen the team. A captain's duty is to ensure his vanguard is sharp."
Trembling from head to toe, Dugu Yan accepted the glowing blue skull bone. As her fingers brushed the crystalline surface, her loyalty to Zhang Tian instantly cemented into absolute, unbreakable devotion. She looked at him with a gaze that promised she would willingly march into the pits of hell if he simply pointed the way.
Furthermore, the crowd watched in mounting disbelief as Zhang Tian did not take any single one of the remaining Spirit Bones for himself. Nor did he offer them to his wives.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood calmly by his side, completely unbothered. They didn't even spare a glance at the remaining 50,000-year-old Spirit Bones. Their beautiful faces held an expression of pure, untouchable superiority. They knew the truth. They knew that their husband was currently deep into his revolutionary research to create Artificial Spirit Bones and Artificial Spirit Rings. Once those projects were complete, the Artificial Spirit Bones they would acquire would likely be far superior, perfectly customized, and infinitely more compatible with their specific martial spirits than these random drops from hunted beasts. Bibi Dong had even secretly mentioned the specifics of these particular bones to them the night before during one of their exhausted breaks in the hotel suite, so they knew exactly what they were passing up.
Instead, Zhang Tian walked over and handed the remaining trays over to Yu Feng and Shi Mo, the two remaining core combatants of the team who had held the line perfectly.
"Consider this a reward for your flawless coordination during the qualifiers and the early rounds," Zhang Tian told the two stunned boys, pressing the heavy bones directly into their chests. "The Phantom Shadow Panther arm bone will maximize your aerial strikes, Yu Feng. And the Black Water Domain from the tortoise leg bone will make your defense absolutely impenetrable, Shi Mo."
Yu Feng and Shi Mo almost dropped to their knees right there on the stage in sheer gratitude. Their hands shook violently as they held the priceless treasures. They realized in that very moment that choosing to follow Zhang Tian was the absolute greatest fortune of their entire lives. These Spirit Bones fit them perfectly and complemented their unique fighting styles, ensuring that they could comfortably deal with powerful opponents even without the assistance of the other monstrous members of their team.
The crowd erupted into loud, chaotic whispers. The noise swelled into a cacophony of disbelief. A captain giving away three 50,000-plus-year Spirit Bones without a single second thought was an unprecedented display of extreme wealth and towering arrogance. It proved that the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy viewed these legendary treasures as mere trinkets.
Up on the stage, Bibi Dong watched this entire display, her heart fluttering wildly within her chest. 'He is so grand... he is so impossibly majestic,' she thought, completely infatuated, her thighs rubbing together beneath her robes. 'He doesn't even care for Spirit Bones with more than 50,000 years of age. He treats them like loose change. Only a man like him, a man of such peerless vision and power, truly deserves me.'
The ceremony concluded shortly after with the Heaven Dou team officially crowned as the supreme champions of the continent. Banners were waved, anthems were sung, and the stage was set for a massive, unbridled celebration that would shake Spirit City to its foundations.
On that very night, far away from the prying eyes of the public and the formal banquets hosted by the Spirit Hall, Zhang Tian hosted a highly exclusive, private party within the luxurious, sprawling confines of his massive hotel suite.
The atmosphere in the room was completely relaxed, chaotic, and wonderfully decadent. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn shut, and the room was illuminated by a warm, golden spirit light that made the gold trimmings of the furniture sparkle. They were drinking alcohol that was a special, aged vintage. It was a dark, crimson ruby wine provided directly by the hotel, sourced from the deepest, most guarded vaults of the Spirit Hall itself for the champions to enjoy. It was rather incredibly strong, brewed with potent spirit herbs that could intoxicate even the hardiest of cultivators.
Because of the potent liquor, everyone in the room was already somewhat drunk. Their cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink, their speech was slightly slurred, and their usual strict inhibitions were significantly lowered. Even a Spirit Douluo above rank 80 would find themselves dizzy after consuming the sheer volume of alcohol they had gone through.
The massive dining table was littered with half-eaten delicacies—platters of roasted thunder-boar glazed in sweet honey, bowls of deep-sea spirit fish that melted on the tongue, and exotic fruits that glowed with inner light.
Zhang Tian was lounging comfortably in the center of a massive, plush sofa. He was shamelessly acting under the effects of the alcohol, letting his lecherous nature run wild. He was hugging both Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing at the exact same time. His head rested comfortably on Zhu Zhuqing's large breasts as Zhu Zhuqing hugged him tightly from behind, her slender arms wrapped around his neck. Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong was curled up in his lap, being hugged securely in his arms. Her sexy body was being thoroughly enjoyed by Zhang Tian as he repeatedly kissed her soft nape, his large hand wandering freely over her curves.
Their romantic, highly intimate actions weren't surprising for the others in the room; it was simply the accepted dynamic of their family.
The two wives were wearing very sexy, revealing clothing specifically chosen for this private celebration. They wore delicate, silken two-piece outfits that proudly showed off their smooth, flat midriffs and cute navels. The fabric barely contained their assets, clinging to every curve, and they leaned happily into his strong embrace, giggling whenever his hands roamed too far.
Even Jin Xi had joined them in this party. The Emperor Auspicious Beast sat cross-legged on a plush rug nearby, her beautiful golden hair slightly messy from the alcohol. She was nibbling happily on exotic, glowing fruits, looking around with innocent curiosity at the flushed faces of the humans. Even Jin Xi's clothing could be considered a bit bold tonight; she wore a light, golden dress that showed off her sexy cleavage. This had definitely caused Zhang Tian to eye her hungrily multiple times throughout the evening. She is indeed exceptionally beautiful, possessing an untamed, wild allure. He hadn't taken action against her yet, wishing to let her acclimate to human customs, but he absolutely planned to do so soon.
The room was filled entirely with Zhang Tian's women: Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Qian Renxue, Ah Yin, and the innocent Jin Xi.
Suddenly, the heavy oak door of the suite clicked open.
Zhu Zhuyun joined them, stepping into the warm, alcohol-scented room. She wore an elegant, dark dress that hugged her curvaceous body, but her posture was slightly stiff, attempting to hide the soreness radiating from her lower half. Interestingly, Zhu Zhuqing remained comfortably seated behind her husband. She didn't even stand up to open the door for her elder sister. Instead, it was Ah Yin's discrete, crimson vines as the Blood Silver Empress that had slithered across the floor to unlock and open the door.
"Ah, you made it, elder sister," Zhu Zhuqing called out lazily, her voice slightly slurred from the wine. She addressed her husband and Ning Rongrong publicly after Zhu Zhuyun had entered and closed the door.
"I hope you do not blame me for inviting her, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing spoke, looking down at Zhang Tian's handsome face resting on her large breasts. "It has been many years since I had met and talked to my elder sister properly. The family rules kept us apart for so long. So, I thought this grand party was one such perfect occasion to finally reconnect and share a drink."
Zhang Tian looked up, tilting his head back to kiss the soft swell of Zhu Zhuqing's massive cleavage rising above her silken top. "It is perfectly alright, Zhuqing. Family is important, after all," he said aloud, playing along flawlessly with a smooth, charming smile.
However, he subtly shifted his head, leaning close to Zhu Zhuqing's ear so only she could hear him over the soft background music of the spirit tool playing in the corner. "But," he whispered darkly, his breath tickling her fair skin and making her shiver, "I will definitely need you to properly pay the price for this unauthorized invitation later tonight. I will extract payment from that tight, curvaceous body of yours that I love so much."
Zhu Zhuqing flushed a deeper shade of red, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I look forward to my punishment, Husband," she whispered back, her pussy clenching eagerly at the promise of his dominance.
Zhu Zhuyun walked further into the room. Underneath the dark fabric of her dress, she was incredibly sore. She didn't dare to let out the scandalous secret that she was currently Zhang Tian's thoroughly used, spanked slut. She acted perfectly composed, greeting everyone with polite, aristocratic nods despite the heavy, dull ache between her thighs and the stinging redness covering her plump buttocks.
Though she fooled the innocents, Ah Yin, sitting quietly in the corner sipping a glass of wine, narrowed her beautiful eyes. Her crimson blood-colored hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of dark rubies, framing a face of mature, maternal elegance. With her terrifying, plant-based spiritual senses, Ah Yin instantly picked up on the subtle, lingering scent in the air. She caught the distinct, musky scent of Zhang Tian's essence radiating heavily from Zhu Zhuyun's pores. She understood immediately that Zhu Zhuyun must have been fucked absolutely senseless by her dear Emperor recently.
'He moves so quickly, expanding his domain of beauties,' Ah Yin thought, a small, amused smile touching her lips as she swirled the wine in her glass. 'But I wonder... does Zhuqing know about it? Did she orchestrate this to please him, or was it done secretly by my Emperor behind her back?' Ah Yin planned to ask and clarify this matter with Zhang Tian later when they were alone, eager to understand the newest dynamic of their growing harem.
Jin Xi, meanwhile, was very innocent and didn't know anything about the carnal dynamics or the heavy sexual tension filling the room. She just thought Zhu Zhuyun smelled strangely similar to Zhang Tian and offered the older woman a bright, naive smile. Ning Rongrong, happily drunk and focused entirely on the feeling of Zhang Tian's lips against her nape, remained entirely oblivious to the fact that there was an extra, thoroughly conquered woman of her husband's standing right in front of her.
Qian Renxue, usually the most composed and stoic of the group, didn't care at all about the others or the political implications of a Star Luo royal in their midst. She was currently somewhat tipsy, her cheeks a beautiful, vibrant pink, and she was babbling happily, completely out of character. She wore a stunning golden-white dress that perfectly highlighted her regal figure, a dress that Zhang Tian had been eyeing appreciatively all evening.
Earlier, Zhang Tian had asked her a direct question, his voice teasing. "So, Renxue, how is your relationship with your mother these days? You seem incredibly joyous. When are you going to thank me properly for fixing that little problem of yours?"
He had asked her teasingly, eyeing her perfectly beautiful body at that exact moment. Qian Renxue didn't shy off at all from his lecherous gaze. Instead, she had leaned in, holding pure, unadulterated love for him in her deep violet eyes.
Now, sitting on a plush chair with a half-empty goblet of crimson wine, she was enthusiastically answering him in front of the others, her words tumbling out in a rush of joy.
"She... she has been spending so much time with me in the last entire week!" Qian Renxue babbled, her words slurring together slightly as her violet eyes shone with happy, genuine tears. "It's like a dream come true! Talking to me lovingly... asking about my days in Heaven Dou... giving me gifts! She even apologized for the past!"
Qian Renxue was feeling overwhelmingly happy. The heavy, suffocating burden of her mother's hatred had been lifted entirely. She was completely unaware of the dark, manipulative, and highly sexual methods Zhang Tian had used to break Bibi Dong's mind and rebuild her priorities. She turned her body, looking directly at Zhang Tian with absolute, unshakeable sincerity.
"Thank you. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart, Zhang Tian. You fulfilled your promise to me when no one else could," Qian Renxue sincerely thanked him, her voice thick with emotion.
While Qian Renxue poured out her profound gratitude, Zhang Tian remained mysteriously silent. He didn't brag or boast about conquering the Supreme Pontiff in her own bathing chamber. He simply smiled, a calm, knowing expression on his handsome face.
"The exact method of my diplomacy is a tightly kept secret, Renxue," Zhang Tian told her softly, raising his glass in a mock toast before taking a long, deep sip of his strong wine. "I am just glad to see you smiling so freely."
"You are truly the best man in the world," Qian Renxue hiccupped softly, wiping a tear of joy from her eye.
The party grew even more chaotic and unrestrained as the night deepened and more bottles of the hundred-year vintage were emptied. The heavy alcohol in their systems made the women bold, stripping away their usual decorum.
"Husband, you are drinking far too fast," Ning Rongrong giggled, turning her head to look at him as she sat comfortably in his lap. Her cyan eyes were hazy with intoxication. "You need to eat something substantial to soak up that strong liquor."
Instead of picking up a silver fork from the table, Zhang Tian simply opened his mouth, his eyes heavy with lust. "Feed me, Rongrong. My hands are currently occupied."
Ning Rongrong blushed a beautiful shade of red, but the alcohol made her incredibly bold. She picked up a succulent piece of roasted thunder-boar with her delicate fingers. Instead of handing it to him, she placed the meat between her own teeth, leaning back until her face was inches from his. She fed him the meat directly from her mouth, their lips brushing in a greasy, wine-flavored kiss that lasted entirely too long.
Slurp. Smack. Gulp.
Zhang Tian chewed the delicious meat, his large hand moving up from her waist to fully grasp one of Ning Rongrong's breasts through her thin top. Ning Rongrong's breasts were smaller than Zhu Zhuqing's massive assets, but they were certainly not small. They were firm, perky, and very large, requiring Zhang Tian's entire hand to fully grasp and knead the soft flesh. He squeezed her breast rhythmically, thoroughly enjoying her curves.
"Ah! Zhang Tian! What are you doing?!" Ning Rongrong squeaked loudly, her face turning crimson as she felt him squeeze her breast right in front of Qian Renxue, Ah Yin, Jin Xi, and the newly arrived Zhu Zhuyun. "People are watching us! You are being too bold and bad!"
Zhang Tian chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against her back. He dealt with her romantically and cleverly, knowing exactly how to handle her pampered temper. He leaned forward, his mouth hovering just inches from her delicate ear.
"Stay quiet, Rongrong," Zhang Tian whispered, his voice laced with a playful but highly dominating threat. "Or else... I will pull you over my lap right this second and punish you by spanking your lovely, bubbly, curvaceous buttocks right here in front of all these guests. Do you want them to see your bare ass turn bright red?"
Ning Rongrong gasped, her imagination instantly picturing the humiliating, yet undeniably arousing scenario of being spanked over his knee in front of her friends. She blushed madly, her cyan eyes darting nervously toward the others in the room. She naturally stayed quiet then, biting her lower lip to suppress a needy whine as his hand continued to massage her breast without an ounce of shame.
Zhu Zhuqing, acting as the perfect enabler for her husband's lecherous behavior, leaned her head down and whispered softly into Ning Rongrong's other ear.
"You shouldn't disobey our husband like that, Rongrong," Zhu Zhuqing chided gently, her breath warm against Ning Rongrong's skin. "Considering that we just won the grand tournament flawlessly and brought glory to the empire... letting our husband let loose and enjoy himself in front of everyone, who can be considered our closed ones, isn't something we should mind. He has earned his rewards."
"I... I suppose you are right, Zhuqing," Ning Rongrong mumbled, leaning her head back against Zhang Tian's chest, thoroughly defeated by their combined logic and the heavy alcohol swimming in her blood.
Seeing Ning Rongrong submit so beautifully, Zhu Zhuqing decided it was her turn to feed their king. She reached over to the glowing fruit platter on the table, picking up a large, round spirit grape. Instead of using her hands to place it in his mouth, she carefully placed the chilled grape deep into the prominent cleavage of her large breasts.
She leaned forward over Zhang Tian's shoulder, presenting her chest to him. "Your strong wine needs a sweet chaser, Husband," Zhu Zhuqing purred seductively.
Zhang Tian laughed, a rich sound of pure enjoyment, leaning his head back. He didn't use his own hands. He dove his face directly into his wife's massive, soft cleavage, his lips finding the cold grape nestled between the heavy, warm globes of flesh. He ate it directly from her breasts, his tongue darting out to capture the fruit.
Slurp. Squelch. Mmm.
His tongue left a wet, shining trail of saliva on her fair skin, making Zhu Zhuqing shiver with intense, public delight.
"You two are completely shameless," Qian Renxue slurred, watching the erotic display with a goofy, drunken smile, her chin resting heavily in her palm. "But... I guess he deserves to be spoiled. He is an absolute genius, after all."
Zhu Zhuyun stood awkwardly near the edge of the room, sipping her wine in silence. Her dark eyes continuously tracked Zhang Tian's hands as they roamed freely over his wives' sexy bodies. Her own pussy throbbed with a phantom, wet ache, remembering the brutal, glorious pounding she had received just hours earlier from that very same man. She felt a strange, twisting pang of jealousy watching Zhu Zhuqing feed him from her cleavage, desperately wishing she could throw off her elegant dress, drop to her knees, and join the pile of bodies on the sofa.
"Are you enjoying the wine, Zhuyun?" Ah Yin asked suddenly, her voice smooth, musical, and entirely too knowing.
Ah Yin had walked over to the elder sister, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement. As a one-hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, her aura was naturally intimidating, and right now, she was looking at Zhu Zhuyun like a predator examining a newly caught, domesticated bird.
"It is... very potent," Zhu Zhuyun replied carefully, her voice tight, trying incredibly hard not to wince as she shifted her weight on her sore, trembling legs.
"Indeed," Ah Yin smiled, stepping uncomfortably close to the elder sister. She lowered her voice so that only Zhu Zhuyun could hear her over the noise of the party. "It seems to make people very... accommodating. I can smell his dominance all over you. I hope your stay in Heaven Dou will be a long and fruitful one, elder sister of Zhuqing."
Zhu Zhuyun swallowed hard, her face draining of color before flushing violently. She realized instantly that the beautiful, crimson-haired woman saw right through her dignified facade and knew exactly what she had become.
The party raged on into the late hours of the night. It was a chaotic, beautiful mess of drunken laughter, slurred, passionate conversations about spirit theories, and endless, shameless affection.
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A/N: Check out my other novels [Villain: Manipulating The Heroines Into Hating The Protagonist] and [Harem Master: Seduction System].
Also, check out 20 Chapters Ahead for this fanfic on my P.atreon.
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