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

When he woke up again, it was already late at night. The cold moonlight flowed from the window sill like water. Lor gradually woke up from the bed, his beautiful eyes still in trance.

At the end of the dream, the younger self was swallowed up by endless black fog, and creepy laughter and chewing sounds were heard from the fog.

what happened?

Was it a dream? Or was it real? What agreement did my previous life sign with the devil in that stone chamber? Why couldn't I remember anything? And most importantly, when did I travel through time?

“…Was it a dream?” Although I didn’t know why I had such a dream, after sleeping on it, I felt more energetic.

"Where's Annie?" Lor murmured. He vaguely remembered that Annie promised him that she would take him to summon the guardian angel of the Islan family today...

The shattered face of the beautiful woman in the dream suddenly came to my mind, and abyss-like mist was surging in the dark eye sockets.

Lor shuddered and subconsciously hugged himself with his arms, turning his head to look out the window. The moonlight was cold and the manor was silent.

Lor crawled out from under the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his delicate feet, stepped down, but couldn't find his shoes, so he got off the bunk barefoot, walked to the door, and gently pushed it open.

There was no one outside the door.

In the past, there would usually be guards arranged by my aunt, monitoring and imprisoning me day and night, but now, in the middle of the night, the guards are nowhere to be found.

Lor walked out of the room barefoot, his thin body covered only with pajamas. The corridor was quiet, just like in a dream.

No way……

For a moment, Lor could not distinguish between dreams and reality. He only felt that the corridor extended infinitely, shadows began to wriggle in all directions, and some tiny sounds rustled.

"Master, this way..."

Anne's hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and Lor felt that the voice was extremely familiar. As if being lured, Lor walked towards the direction where the voice came from in a daze.

Everything in the dream seemed to be repeated again. The whispers in the shadows kept echoing in his ears, again and again, and Lor understood their words again.

"He finally grew up..."

"It's about to mature..."

"I'm so hungry. I really want to..."

"I'm hungry……"

Those were the demons that had been waiting in the shadows for eight years, hungry and thirsty for fresh life. And Lor was the most wonderful of those lives.

But they can only lie dormant. Lor is a reserved sacrament, and no monster dares to snatch food from the mouth of a real monster.

Lor walked in the manor, his delicate bare feet moving slowly, but it seemed that he was not stained with a trace of dust.

After walking through the long corridor and arriving at the atrium, there is a deep entrance in front of you. Looking down, you can see a spiral staircase leading down to an unknown depth.

There shouldn't be a spiral staircase like this in this manor.

Lor was uneasy and wanted to stop, but he could not control his body. He walked down and down, as if leading to the abyss. He didn't know how long he walked. When Lor regained control of his body, he was already standing in front of an ancient stone door.

Turning his head and looking up, there was darkness behind and above him, endless shadows rolling, and Lor could even hear the beastly roar coming from within.

There is no way back for mortals who have strayed into the demon's territory. This thought suddenly flashed through Lor's mind, and the stone door in front of him slowly opened, revealing the faint candlelight from inside, just like before.

"Master, you are back."

The hoarse voice sounded softly, as if it was right next to his ear, and long, slender fingers brushed across Lor's face.

The maid Annie was standing behind Lor at some point, holding him in her arms with her other hand and burying the back of his head in the surging waves of her chest.

Lor only felt a strong rose scent filling the air, and more and more images began to emerge in his mind.

"Annie... No, you are not. You have never been my maid from the beginning..."

Lor remembered more things. There was no maid named Annie at the beginning. She only appeared after that time, after he signed the contract with the patron saint of Islan...

"Master, my lovely little master, do you remember?"

Annie hugged Lor gently, black mist swirling in her purple eyes. Her slender fingers kept stroking the soft white skin on Lor's neck, as smooth as the most precious silk in the East, and slowly, slowly reached into the collar of her pajamas.

"No..." Lor's body began to feel hot. Having taken aphrodisiacs for a long time, he could not stand such teasing and wanted to break free, but his already weak body became limp in the rich rose scent. If Annie hadn't supported him from behind, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Master, you are a treasure favored by the great gods, and I am a slave serving the gods. Of course, I am your servant, and only I am qualified to be your servant."

Anne's beautiful face also flushed with red, and her eyes became more greedy.

As soon as she thought that this would be a gift to the great God, and that this gift was at her mercy, Anne felt a huge, forbidden pleasure in her heart.

Looking at Lor's weak and soft appearance, his delicate and beautiful lips slightly opened, speaking words of resistance, Anne struggled to pull her hand back from Lor's collar, and couldn't help but gently sniff the fragrance on it, gently licked her slightly dry lips, and her inner desire became more and more violent.

"What a great god! He is nothing but a devil lingering in the abyss..." Lor lay weakly in Annie's arms, letting her hold him and walk towards the platform in the center of the stone chamber.

"There is no difference between demons and gods, young master. You are still young and cannot understand the essence of things. It doesn't matter." Anne's hoarse voice echoed in the stone chamber.

“The god who made a covenant with you is one of the three gods served by my Mystical Abyss Cult, the Goddess of Beauty.

This is the projection of His Holy Land."

"Mortals call it:

"The Temple of Beauty in the Abyss."