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

"Ah... let me see..."

Just like pinching a tiny ant, the Lord of Purgatory used his claws made of shadows to pinch Lor's arms and lifted them above his head.

He lifted the young man in front of his scarlet vertical pupils and looked at him carefully, releasing boundless malice without any concealment.

Lor felt like he was facing a blood-red sun. He took a deep breath, calmed his panicked expression, and looked into His eyes.

The opponent is the god who is best at fighting. If we fight him head-on, he will surely be defeated. But that doesn't mean he has no chance...

He narrowed his eyes, hesitating whether to shoot that special snake arrow at Him, an arrow condensed from the snake people's desire for survival and their wish to defeat Purgatory.

It is the last resistance of this ethnic group in the face of their impending destruction, and it should have a special attack bonus against the Lord of Purgatory.

"Mmm, delicious little master..."

"You are going to be eaten by me..."

His voice became hoarse and low again, as if he was imitating something.

Wait, imitation?

Lor's eyes flickered, as if he realized something, and his clear and beautiful eyes revealed disgust and disdain.

"You deserve it too?!"

The continuously flowing viscous lava seemed to be still for a moment, and after a brief silence, it completely boiled.

He seemed to be excited.

"What did you say?!"

The shadow claw that pinched his arm seemed to have only exerted a slight force, but it made Lor feel as if his arm was disabled. He endured the severe pain and spoke coldly.

"I say, you, a disobedient dog, are you qualified to touch me?"

"..."

The heavy breathing sounded like thunder, accompanied by saliva dripping onto the ground. The scarlet pupils seemed to be trying their best to open wide, reflecting the boy's appearance as clearly as possible.

That lovely and flawless appearance, coupled with that proud posture, something deeply hidden in this bloodless and tearless body is surging up.

Something called desire.

It was as if He suddenly realized that there seemed to be some other pleasure besides eating...

As a god, every thought would not appear without reason. Perhaps it was the remaining influence of that strange incarnation.

But He did not care and accepted it with pleasure.

As the thought emerged, the snacks in front of him became more and more tempting, so he did not make any other moves, but just stared at the boy in front of him and continued the role-playing game.

For Lor, the desire that suddenly rose up in him was as bright as a lantern in the dark night, and he almost immediately made clear his direction.

When it comes to desire, we are not afraid of you having it, but afraid of you not having it.

"Put me down quickly!"

Lor raised his head proudly and gave the order in a reserved and cold manner.

He was also a little nervous, but unexpectedly, the shadow claws that were restraining his hands actually loosened, and the boy's body fell on the palm full of sticky and wriggling tentacles.

He naturally frowned, looking at those sticky shadow tentacles entwined around his legs, and said with disgust:

"It's so dirty."

"..."

Then those shadow tentacles slowly faded away, revealing a pair of white and delicate feet, and a look of satisfaction suddenly appeared on the boy's delicate face.

"That's good of you. I'll reward you."

Hearing this, the pair of scarlet pupils flickered, making the light in the area flicker.

Are there any rewards?

The game seems to be getting more and more interesting.

Lor stepped hard on the monster's palm, as if to vent his dissatisfaction. Of course, this kind of force was more like a massage or teasing.

At least where people stepped on, the deep shadows also caused ripples.

The young man raised his head, looked at the huge head that was hard to tell what kind of creature it was, and said with a stern face.

"You have to bow your head when accepting the master's reward! Don't you know that?!"

Then, the shapeless head, which was constantly wriggling like the body, slowly moved down and came in front of the boy, looking at him with interest.

Watch as he uses the divine light to gather into a golden arrow in his hand.

Is this an attack on yourself?

The monster blinked but did not stop him. To him, the alien divinity was just food.

He watched as Lor raised the arrow and, without any hesitation, pierced his palm, and golden blood filled with divinity overflowed.

The scarlet vertical pupil suddenly condensed, and a snake-like tentacle wriggled out from the huge body, with a ferocious mouth opened on the top, directly catching the dripping blood.

Then it climbed up from the bottom and swallowed the boy's bleeding palm without mercy.

"Relax!"

Lor scolded coldly, staring into the sun-like pupils in front of him without any fear, with a look that could not be refused.

"I'll let you loose!"

"..."

The tentacles slowly loosened, and Lor's hand was safe and sound, but faint teeth marks could be seen on the wrist. If it weren't for his determination just now, perhaps at this moment, the entire palm would have been bitten off and swallowed into the other party's stomach.

Lor looked at the tentacles that were still spitting out their tongues and licking the blood from the wounds, with an expressionless face, as if he was training a dog:

"What I give you is yours. What I don't give you, you can't have. Do you understand?"

"..."

"What am I asking you about?!"

After a long silence, there was finally a response after the boy spoke impatiently.

"……Yes."

“This is my good dog.”

As Lor spoke, a trace of fatigue appeared on his delicate face. The other party's sucking was a squeeze-like sucking, which only lasted for a short while before eating up most of the divinity in his body.

She eats more than Miss Yasha, like a bottomless pit...

The boy subconsciously wanted to stretch his hand back, but found that the shadow tentacle split into two new tentacles and entangled his arm.

"I still want..."

"I want more..."

“He” said this eagerly, completely lacking the so-called honor and dignity of a God. He did not care about being humiliated by a tiny human, and even enjoyed playing this role-playing game.

It seemed that he was being controlled by Lor, but in fact, the malicious intent that seemed to want to swallow the world into its belly never subsided for a moment.

His goal from the beginning to the end was to eat Lor up completely, the only difference was how much fun this meal could bring to him.

"I am so hungry……"

He murmured, and countless tentacles squirmed and grew on his palms. They climbed up Lor's legs, went around his slender waist, and entangled his arms, forcing him to form a bound cross.

Lor lowered his head, his long hair falling like a waterfall, entangled with the sticky black tentacles, almost indistinguishable from each other.

He whispered, "Are you being naughty again?"

But the other party seemed to no longer want to continue this game, and he slowly opened his mouth.

"Satisfy me..."

There were no teeth or tongue in the open mouth, only countless tangled shadow tentacles. Lor looked at this hellish scene slowly approaching him, shook his head, and said:

"That's not okay."

"A disobedient dog can't eat anything better."

……