The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

Returning from the high platform overlooking the entire Sea of ​​Thorns, Lor was held in Ilandani's arms all the way.

Ilandani was quite tall. Lor only had to take a quick glance to find that she was at least 1.8 meters tall. She was wearing long boots, which made cool sounds when she stepped on the stone ground.

His temperament was quite cold, with long blood-red hair reaching his hips. His eyes, like light red gemstones, were cold and arrogant, yet filled with an aggression that could not be ignored.

She easily held Lor horizontally against her chest, and Lor curled up in her body motionless, submissive and harmless.

Lor folded his hands and placed them on his abdomen, feeling the extremely clear pressure brought by Ilandani's towering breasts when he walked.

What happened before was too embarrassing, and coupled with the sensitivity of his body developed by the drugs, Lor collapsed directly into Ilandani's arms, pretending to faint. Ilandani didn't hesitate at all and directly picked up Lor by the waist.

At this time, Lor closed his eyes tightly, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, trying to pretend that he had fainted.

But his eyelashes were trembling slightly. He secretly held his breath, and after a while he exhaled gently, repeating this cycle over and over again.

Ilandani didn't pay attention to Lor's little movements. She naturally knew that Lor was awake. This scene can probably be described as "I know you know I'm pretending to be unconscious."

Back in Ilandani's room, Lor was quickly sent back to her bed. Unlike the gentle embrace along the way, Lor was almost thrown directly onto the bed. Fortunately, the bed was soft enough, but then a tall and graceful body pressed down on him.

"Ahhh what are you doing..."

Lor opened his eyes in horror, and was held down by Ilandani. Her bright ruby ​​eyes were filled with the fire of desire.

She lifted Lor's slender white hands above her head and crossed them, then grabbed his wrists with her left hand, and pressed her plump breasts against Lor's chest. Lor felt like a fish on a chopping board, unable to move.

"Why, you don't want to pretend to sleep anymore?"

Ilandani knelt on both sides of Lor's body to support herself, then reached towards Lor's chest and began to unbutton his shirt.

"no, do not want."

Lor's hands were held and he felt the force at his wrists was so strong that it hurt. He wanted to twist his body, but the woman's knees held him still and he had no ability to resist.

What was even more terrifying was that the blazing flames flashing in the other person's eyes made him realize that it seemed that all this could not be stopped.

Ilandani was already beautiful, but she always had aloofness and a sense of alienation, but at this moment that indifference was broken.

Burned by the burning desire, Lor shivered, but his body began to heat up uncontrollably. Just thinking about what might happen next, Lor felt dizzy as if smoke was about to come out of his mouth. His body twisted unconsciously, not like a struggle, but more like a tease, teasing the hunter's desire for him.

"Why, you don't want to be the Grand Duchess anymore?"

Hearing this, Lor's body trembled slightly, and his originally weak struggle stopped.

Ilandani nodded in satisfaction, leaned down and gently bit Lor's lips. Both of them stopped moving, their lips pressed together, their breaths hitting each other's faces, as if even their breathing was entangled together.

It took a full minute for Ilandani to separate Lor. Lor's cheeks were completely red, like ripe cherries, which would drip out bright red juice if squeezed slightly.

"Ouch, that's too fast,"

Lor looked at Ilandani with tearful eyes, but his words no longer had the previous resistance. Instead, they carried a sense of reluctance.

"I'm not ready yet."

Lor was surprised at his adaptation to the change of identity, as if it was the instinct of this body, or a habitual reaction brought about by years of living in this world. Could it be that he was born with the potential to be a green tea?

Living in this world of women dominated by demons, I feel like I have lost so much, such as moral integrity...

The desire in Ilandani's eyes became stronger and stronger. She naturally heard that she was no longer as resistant to the words from Lor's mouth as before. A hint of contempt flashed across her eyes, and then she was drowned in the ocean of desire again.

A stupid man is nothing more than a beautiful vase, who can only be used as a plaything to please her in her spare time. Just a little promise will deceive him out of his wits. But it’s okay, only men who are obedient enough can survive in her hands.

There is naturally no possibility of stopping at this point. I want to eat him up completely, today, right now.

"Don't be afraid, I will treat you well."

Ilandani said something that she herself could not believe, "I just like you too much. I like you so much that I can't control myself. I have never seen a beauty like you in the Palace of Thorns."

"Then you must be gentle."

The buttons of Lor's shirt were half unbuttoned. He shyly turned his head to one side, not daring to look at Irandani.

It was like a pure white lamb making its final invitation to the ferocious she-wolf. This inviting gesture finally made Ilandani lose her mind and she pounced on her viciously.

Enjoy this delicious treat that belongs to her.

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