Zong Jiu didn't even look at the demon's ill-intentioned suggestion.
He placed his hands on the surface of the black round table, his fingertips pressing on the engraved playing card patterns on the table. His expression was solemn.
After the other S-Class left, the entire conference room became unbelievably quiet. Only the clouds on the ground were still rolling.
The white-haired youth's gaze was fixed on one of the pure white Dimensional Doors.
The door was engraved with a grayish-black Eight Trigrams Plate and a dark blue Yin-Yang Talisman.
He was different from those who were now anxiously waiting outside the live broadcast room for the live broadcast to resume in five hours.
From the beginning of the final battle to the announcement of the candidates for the first round of the dungeon, none of the S-Class present were nervous. Everyone knew that today was just a formality.
The final battle would be left to the demon and the Magician.
In other words, even though it wasn't really a solution, no one other than Magician had the confidence to go up against the famous and unpredictable No.1 Magician. Just the other S-class puppets were enough to leave them battered and battered.
However, unexpectedly, the demon was surprisingly easy to talk to this time.
He said condescendingly that as long as they didn't interrupt the final battle between him and the Magician, he would even consider being merciful and consider removing the puppets' control.
Back then, the demon had manipulated the S-Class for the sake of making or fulfilling a deal with the main system. It was mainly for fun.
Now, the demon had found a magician who was more fun and would never be bored of him. Why would he settle for the second-best and care about other inferior products that were not as fun?
Now, the demon only had one person in his eyes.
Even if the others didn't understand this, the exorcist and the Black Azan were best friends. Tokumon and Messiah were old acquaintances. The Dark Wizard was a loner, but he wasn't the kind of person who would kill the innocent. Poseidon was a muscle man who rarely used his brain.
None of these S-Class had committed heinous crimes, but the evil in their hearts gave the demon an opportunity. As long as there was evil in their hearts, the control couldn't be removed unless the demon personally removed the puppets.
Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, the trainees on Zong Jiu's side were inclined to agree with the demon's conditions.
As for Zong Jiu, he didn't care about the result or decision.
Because he knew that no matter which direction they went in, it didn't matter if neither side gave in and fought to the death, or if both sides took a step back.
What mattered was that he and the demon were destined to fight. It was inevitable.
They wouldn't want to avoid it.
Because no matter how many descriptors or definitions were used to describe enemies, it couldn't change their nature.
What was the only way to settle all this? Maybe there was, maybe there wasn't.
The white-haired young man's fingertips curled up, and the card under his fingertips pierced the sky mercilessly, but it was blocked by the puppet strings everywhere. The man picked it up and kissed it gently. The clown who was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws seemed to be signaling the gradually warming air.
Zong Jiu couldn't take it anymore. "Take away your puppet strings."
In such a serious and serious situation, where the final battle was about to begin.
Zong Jiu's mind was filled with thoughts of how to defeat the demon, how to win beautifully, and how to make up for his loss in the punishment instance dungeon.
In the end, the other party was sitting at the head of the table, immaculately dressed and smiling lazily, but in private, he was manipulating the puppets to coil around the Magician's ankles, teasing him suggestively. He was thinking about how to tear the Magician apart and eat him.
Perhaps this was the difference in life's pursuit.
Zong Jiu played the role of a savior. Defeating the demon was his ultimate goal and source of happiness. The demon was constantly thinking about how to trick his little savior into bed.
"You can't blame me for this."
Seeing the anger on Zong Jiu's face, the man stood up and walked over slowly. His face was full of innocence.
He bent down and stared at the white-haired youth with dark pupils. The end of the crimson tie fell on the Magician's chest.
"Baby, you don't know how charming you look when you sit on the throne."
The demon recalled the scene just now.
The white-haired magician sitting on the throne had a cold expression on his face. The warm light cast down from above coated him with an unreachable halo. He was like an arrogant and compassionate statue in a shrine that always looked down at the world.
But the demon knew better than anyone that the Magician was nothing like a god who had no desires. But this didn't stop him from finding the scene unbearable. He had a strong desire to destroy it.
He wanted to tear this expression apart. He wanted to tear off his calm and arrogant mask. He wanted to dye the silver moonlight with the dark color of the abyss. He wanted to lock him in the swamp where he was born and toy with him until he couldn't make a sound.
The demon had always obeyed his desires.
He thought so, so he did it.
"I hate your expression."
Zong Jiu looked at him coldly. He suddenly grabbed the tie and pressed the Magician's head down.
"If that's what you want, then do it yourself."
This had already become a tacit unspoken rule between the two of them.
If the demon wanted to do something, at least the first step was to make the Magician interested.
.....
Soon, Zong Jiu realized that he had underestimated the demon.
He felt that this matter wasn't harmful, but it was humiliating. The demon would probably back off at the first step and give him some peace.
But to the demon, as long as he could achieve his goal, the process didn't matter.
He was happy to see Zong Jiu's shocked expression and even more happy to see the Magician's unbearable expression.
The white-haired Magician sat on the throne, his clothes neat and tidy.
If one only looked at his upper body, one would think that he was a king with a scepter in his hand, waiting for his subjects to present themselves.
"Ugh …"
However, at this moment, his eyes were tightly shut. His long silver white eyelashes were trembling, and his normally pale thin lips were dyed with a soul-stirring blood red color. It was unreasonably red, like a long tail of peach blossoms that had just bloomed, and nothing more beautiful could be imagined.
Seeing the Magician unable to control himself, the demon narrowed his eyes proudly and was about to tease him out of habit.
But just as he was about to raise his head, Zong Jiu grabbed his black hair and continued to exert force on his wrist, as if to say, "If you should raise your head, I'll continue to press you down."
Ouch, it did hurt a little.
Seeing how delicious the little Magician was, he didn't even try to suppress his voice like he usually did.
The demon thought casually. It was rare for him to go along with Zong Jiu's wishes and continue to serve him with all his might.
For a moment, the large white space was filled with the thick and ambiguous atmosphere.
The boiling heat passed its warmth to the cold, and the cold accepted it. The moonlight shone into the darkness.
It was hard to describe Zong Jiu's current mood.
Comfort wasn't the most important thing, but the most important thing … was the pleasure of watching his nemesis work hard in front of him.
At least, Zong Jiu's mood was improving visibly. He didn't restrain himself and climbed to the top of the clouds comfortably.
The man straightened up, his Adam's apple bobbing twice. In the end, he even licked his lips. The tip of his scarlet tongue rolled in some of the saliva that had accidentally leaked out from the side of his lips, revealing a very annoying smile. "Thank you for your hospitality."
Zong Jiu couldn't be bothered with him.
Now that he was satisfied, he swept his windbreaker over again and lifted his chin slightly, indicating that the demon could leave. He was clearly a scumbag who didn't recognize anyone after putting on his pants.
Seeing him like this, the demon's eyes became more dangerous.
He leaned forward and trapped the man in the narrow space of the throne. He pressed his lips and tongue against the man's without mercy.
After the kiss, their positions also changed.
This time, it was the demon who sat on the throne. He picked up the Magician and placed him on top of him.
Both of them were dressed neatly. If one ignored their movements, they looked more like a pair of lovers hugging each other intimately on the throne.
"Now that you're done, it's my turn, right, baby?"
The man lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with darkness like a sweeping storm. He squeezed his fingers into the Magician's slender hands, forcing the latter to intertwine their fingers.
He had done this too many times in the past month, so he found the right position easily. He held the Magician's hands in his palms and kissed them.
"What a pity. If the livestream was still on, everyone would see the Magician's current state."
The demon said, his eyes not missing a single detail of the Magician's expression.
As if.
With his crazy possessiveness, how could he let anyone see it?
Even when others looked at the Magician, he couldn't control his violent murderous intent. The shadow shredded the entire punishment instance, tearing the evil spirit into pieces and disappearing into the chaos forever.
Because this is mine.
Only mine.
Everyone thought that one of them would die and stab the other in the heart.
But who would have thought that they would be entangled on the throne, kissing and sharing the primitive joy?
In his leisure time, Zong Jiu seemed to see a flash of loneliness in the other's eyes.
As if bewitched, he placed his sweat-soaked hand on the Magician's shoulder, wanting to get a closer look, as if he wanted to see what was hidden behind the black fog and sticky malice. But the Magician grabbed him and kissed him deeply, unable to escape.
The kiss was long, but there was no taste of blood or aggressive plunder.
It was long until their lungs ran out of air before they parted, panting heavily.
"You only need to satisfy the tutor to pass the test."
The demon suddenly said something that didn't make sense.
Even if it was a carefully selected venue, there would always be times when he lost interest.
He tapped the corner of his mouth lightly and curled up into a smile that was no different from usual.
"It's easy to satisfy me. You know that, baby."
There was a layer of lies behind one layer of lies. There might be a layer of truth behind a lie, but no one knew if there was a lie or the truth behind the truth. It was like the demon opening the gift box that he had been waiting for, but the gift he received changed his identity from the banker to the gambler.
There would only be one winner, and the crown of victory would only be placed on one head.
There would always be someone who would win, and there would always be someone who would lose from the beginning.
For some reason, Zong Jiu suddenly remembered the demon's words not long ago.
"If you want to return to the real world or destroy this place, I won't be able to play with you anymore."
When he said this, the man's tone was light, as if he was talking about the weather, lazy and casual.
But Zong Jiu knew that was not what he was thinking.
Definitely not.
But in the next second, Magician's thoughts were interrupted.
The demon lifted his long hair that was scattered on his back and pulled him closer to himself.
"Five hours is still a long time, let's do it a few more times, baby."
After a long time, so long that Zong Jiu couldn't remember how many times they had reached the peak, he seemed to hear a voice in the silence.
It was very soft, very young, like an illusion.
— Stay and play with me, okay?
At that moment, Zong Jiu heard the little demon's voice.
The figure that hugged the burnt doll and curled up on the bed, shivering in the thunder and rain.
But when he lowered his head, what greeted him was a scorching and unreasonable kiss.