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

I don’t know how long it took, but the night outside the window seemed to have been stained with gloom, and the sounds of lust in the house gradually stopped.

Lor was covered in sweat and exuding a faint scent of tea. He lay on the bed with his back like a dehydrated fish on the shore, looking up with lifeless eyes.

My body felt sore and numb, and it seemed like there was not a single piece of healthy flesh on my body. Even raising my arms was a bit difficult.

Her face was still flushed, and even her eyelashes seemed to be stained with a hint of red, and her originally bright red lips were stained with a conspicuous dark color.

I don’t know if it was bitten badly by myself or Ilandani, but I could vaguely see a trace of blood on his lips.

Lor's temperament at this moment was completely different from before. If he was still a childish boy before, now he seemed to have grown up in one day. He had a strange maturity and a kind of lazy charm in his expression.

The women in this world are really so fierce that it’s a bit scary.

Lor lazily let his body sink into the soft quilt and let out a long breath. His face began to get hot as soon as he thought of the confusing scene just now.

Lor reluctantly raised his arms and covered his eyes with his cold little hands exposed outside the quilt, feeling the cool temperature calming his brain a little.

Ilandani has disappeared. She has been doing this to me from day till night...

It was horrible, but my body was totally unable to resist the feeling and it only intensified in madness.

Long-term medication made Lor's body extremely sensitive, and he felt such a fierce attack during his first time making love, which gave Lor an outlet for the drugs and desires accumulated in his body. Even Yilandani was a little surprised at Lor's performance in the end.

After the effects of the medicine and his desires were alleviated, although Lor was physically exhausted, his mind was clearer than ever before.

He was exhausted from dealing with the endless changes from last night until now. As a mortal, it was difficult for him to even keep a clear head when facing various extraordinary powers, let alone find a way to resist. He could only let himself be bullied.

It was not until this moment that I finally had the time and a clear mind to sort out everything that had happened before and think about the changes that followed.

"From what I can see now, Ilandani will not harm me for the time being. She did not say how she was going to murder the Grand Duke, but just asked me to follow her instructions on my birthday."

Lor murmured to himself. He was still lying lazily on the bed. After all, he was weak and had just been squeezed four or five times. Now he felt that as long as he closed his eyes, he would fall asleep soon.

"But we still can't count on her promise. First of all, she's not a Grand Duke yet, and no one knows if she can really accomplish anything. Secondly, as a mortal, she must not appear on the frontal battlefield against the extraordinary, otherwise she will surely die without a burial place."

The extraordinary powers in this world are not completely untraceable, but most of them exist in legends passed down by word of mouth.

Most of the people who openly possess extraordinary powers are the several huge forces on the Rose Continent. Mortals are like ants in the face of the extraordinary, and their numbers are meaningless.

This is why even though Grand Duke Jizui is tyrannical and cruel, her rule is as solid as a rock, and the safety of the entire principality actually relies on her authority alone.

If the Grand Duke had not existed to intimidate the vampires on the other side of the Wall of Eternal Night, the territory of Eternal Night would have swallowed up more land, and all the mortals in the principality would have become prey to the vampires, turning the entire principality into a bloody hunting ground.

Such history often occurred during the expansion of the Eternal Night Empire. Under this distorted class ecology and external threats, the Grand Duke was like a god in the Principality.

If Ilandani has already succeeded to the throne, then when Lor faces her, the first thing he can do is to offer everything he has to please her. There is no other possibility.

The inheritance of the Grand Duke's position is not something that ordinary people can intervene in. Lor feels that the road ahead is bleak and he sees no hope. Pinning his hopes on Ilandani's obsession with his body is not a long-term solution.

Even if she is also a transcendent, there must be a huge gap between her and the current Grand Duchess Eliza before she ascends the throne.

Even if the Grand Duke fell into madness, she would not be able to deal with it. Otherwise, she would not need her help at all and would enter the Grand Duke's throne and play the role of a loving mother and a filial daughter.

While Lor was lying on the bed thinking hard, he did not notice that a pair of violent eyes slowly opened in the shadow under the bed, and the darkness began to boil, spreading an ominous aura bit by bit.

It was as if black tentacles formed by shadows slowly climbed up from the edge of the bed, quickly climbed to the end of the bed, and burrowed into the quilt.

When Lor began to realize that something was wrong, something suddenly wrapped around his ankle. The sticky, wet and cold touch made him shiver. He let out a slight cry of fear, his face full of panic.

The soft and slippery tentacles wrapped around Lor's ankles and lifted him up, then split out into more black tentacles and attacked Lor directly.

Lor wanted to shout, but one of the tentacles covered his mouth, and then he was tied up and hung up.

It seemed to be sniffing the vague fragrance that still lingered in the room. The head of the largest tentacle squirmed and then turned into a hideous giant mouth. A hoarse, eerie female voice came out of it.

"You can't get away this way, young master."

The voice seemed to be filled with suppressed anger, as if something that belonged to her was taken away by someone else, with a horrifying brutality that made people's hair stand on end.

"Let us fulfill our unfinished contract."