Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Countess Fiana quickly retracted her hand, taking a step back to create some distance from Soron. "Your Highness, please respect me. I am a noblewoman, not a woman to be casually invited to share the night."

Her voice became firm. Although she was still somewhat afraid of Soron's power, she wanted to maintain her dignity even more.

Soron frowned, beginning to feel remorse for his impulsiveness.

He knew his behavior had already offended Countess Fiana, and if this matter were to spread, it would negatively impact his reputation.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his attitude.

"Countess, I apologize. I was out of line. Please don't mind it. I know a way to quickly break through to the eighth rank, but the process is somewhat unspeakable. I was presumptuous."

Countess Fiana curtsied again, glancing at Soron with a mixture of anger and relief in her eyes.

She quickly turned and left the lord's mansion.

Her heart was beating fast. She didn't know what kind of repercussions this matter would bring her, but she knew that she had maintained her dignity in this moment.

Because she was Soron's chief adjutant, they often became entangled when the night was quiet.

Initially, this intimate relationship was full of passion and novelty.

Soron's leadership and masculine charm attracted Jennifer, while Jennifer's intelligence and unique feminine charm also fascinated Soron.

However, as time passed, the situation changed.

It was fine at first, but now Jennifer was finding it hard to cope.

Soron's vigorous energy left her exhausted after countless nights.

She found that she was no longer able to handle this intimate relationship as easily as she had at first, and both her body and mind began to show signs of fatigue.

Now, she no longer felt jealous; in fact, she strongly supported Soron finding a few more women to help.

In this special world, strength and cultivation were crucial, and Countess Fiana was a very good candidate.

Fiana not only possessed a charming appearance, but her cultivation had also reached a critical point.

In Jennifer's opinion, if Fiana could be with Soron, it might help Soron take another step forward.

Soron glanced at Jennifer helplessly. He knew that his behavior just now was somewhat rash, and he understood what Jennifer was thinking now.

"I know what you're thinking, Jennifer, but my behavior just now was indeed inappropriate. I can't force others just to satisfy my own desires."

Jennifer walked to Soron's side and gently stroked his face.

"Your Highness, I understand your thoughts. But you must know that in this world, improving your strength is very important. If more women like Countess Fiana were by your side, it would greatly help your cultivation and our cause."

Soron took Jennifer's hand and sighed softly. "I understand what you mean, but I don't want to use this method to gain power. I hope to improve myself through my own efforts and battles."

Jennifer frowned slightly, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Your Highness, you are too stubborn. You must know that sometimes relying on the strength of others does not mean you are weak. Moreover, we are now facing many challenges, whether it is the threat from the orcs or problems from other forces. If your strength can be quickly improved, we can better cope with these challenges."

Soron fell into deep thought. He knew that Jennifer's words made sense.

In this world full of danger and competition, improving one's strength could indeed bring more security to oneself and one's forces.

But deep down, he still felt some resistance to this method of improving his cultivation by relying on the strength of women.

Jennifer saw Soron's hesitation and continued to persuade him, "Your Highness, look at those great heroes. They didn't all walk alone on the road to improving their strength. Sometimes, being with the right person can not only increase your strength but also gain more support and wisdom."

Soron raised his head and looked into Jennifer's eyes. "Jennifer, I will consider your suggestion. But I need some time to accept this idea."

Jennifer nodded. She knew that Soron needed time to think and change, but that didn't stop her from facilitating the development of things.

She had her own little plan in mind. Although Soron was still hesitating, she believed that as long as she pushed things along a little, things would develop in the direction she wanted.

Soron took the opportunity to lift Jennifer onto the table. His eyes were filled with an uncontrollable desire, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he said, "Now that the serious business is over, it's time for us to cultivate." His so-called "cultivation" was just a euphemism; in reality, it was the intimate act between him and Jennifer.

Faced with Soron, who was like a dog gnawing on her body, Jennifer felt very helpless.

She looked at Soron's eager appearance, feeling a mixture of joy and helplessness in her heart.

So, she could only let Soron strip her naked.

Soron's movements were very hurried, his hands roaming freely over Jennifer's body, and he occasionally let out some low gasps.

Jennifer closed her eyes, trying not to think about the current scene, and her thoughts began to drift elsewhere.

She thought of her original intention when she became Soron's adjutant. At that time, she was full of longing for the future, hoping to make great achievements by Soron's side and help him achieve a great cause.

But now, she was caught in such an awkward and helpless situation.

She sighed secretly in her heart, wondering how long this situation would last and whether she would ever be able to truly realize her ideals.

Soron, however, was completely immersed in his own desires, oblivious to Jennifer's complex thoughts.

He only felt that Jennifer's body was a source for him to relieve stress and gain power.

In this process, his movements became more and more frantic, and Jennifer could only silently endure all of this.

A warm and somewhat oppressive atmosphere filled the room, and the outside world seemed to be cut off from them.

At this moment, they seemed to be bound by an invisible force in this small space, carrying out a special "cultivation."