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Qiong was like a lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves.
The next moment, the menacing pack of wolves moved, ready to devour their tempting prey.
When there is less than one system.
"..."
Amidst the sprawling, jade-like body, Qiong lay in a gentle embrace that no male could resist, her expression subtle.
The soft, slender bodies of the nine red-haired beauties around her twitched involuntarily.
A flurry of actions, but the score was 0-9.
Yes, the nine Tirispeius only lasted an hour before the dome.
no way.
The interconnectedness of the five senses and six consciousnesses is convenient in many ways, but it can also be quite troublesome at times.
Qiong upgraded from double to nine times step by step, the whole process was gradual, even so, when all the female and male bodies were being penetrated at the same time, she would still feel her brain go blank for a short period of time.
And the Saintess ladies got nine times the amount on their first try!
Twice, just twice, and she completely fainted.
Even so, it was perhaps thanks to the slight numbing and stimulating effects of the secret brew that this Saintess Legion was able to be routed in one go.
"Miss Titi, this won't do."
Those who only flirt and don't destroy are probably all from Qiong.
He has never been provoked and then abandoned.
With her left arm around Tibao and her right arm around Tian, her legs were held between Tining and Tixiao respectively. She pushed away the Qiong on Tisong's body and kissed Miss Titi.
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Volume 1: Chapter 857 Last Place, Times Have Changed
It might be a little embarrassing to say, but that's the truth.
In the competition for the Golden Courtyard, our dear saintly ladies unfortunately came in last place.
They came in last place in this competition.
The Long Night Moon and March 7th are undoubtedly tied for first place.
Second place went to Miss Hathaway.
Qiong's resistance to beautiful girls is so strong that even if they strip naked and perform a sexy dance in front of him, he can remain calm and composed, and even comment on whether their movements are not up to standard.
However, on the other hand...
Besides being a masked fool who transcends vulgarity, Qiong is also a nameless stranger with a pioneering spirit.
His soul is etched with a pioneering spirit and an unyielding pursuit of the unknown world.
Every exploration is a challenge to the unknown, a breakthrough of the boundaries between the unknown and the known on the compass of fate.
You can make him maintain a normal mindset when facing a naked, beautiful girl; there's absolutely no problem with that.
But if you ask him to face the dazzling and alluring unknown before him, how can he resist the urge to explore it?
This is practically preventing cats from scratching yarn balls and huskies from having fun!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
The banner of exploration must be planted on every unknown coastline!
Thus, fueled by a pioneering spirit, Qiong, filled with awe and a thirst for knowledge, embarked on an imaginative and in-depth exploration of Miss Hazel's unique physical structure.
Of course, Hazel would not refuse Qiong. Qiong was the reason for her existence, and she would cooperate with whatever the king asked her to do.
Under the siren girl's unwavering obedience and gentle tenderness, Sora transformed many hidden unknowns into known ones.
For example, look, since Heather's body is made of highly pure spiritual water, then theoretically it is drinkable, right?
Then the problem is coming.
Where is the best place to drink it?
how is the taste?
Is it as sweet as spring water, or as rich as honey?
What are the essential differences between it and traditional breast milk in terms of nutritional value and taste?
Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.
A deeper question is: can a siren girl without even a uterus get pregnant?
What does it feel like to use your belly button?
What would it feel like to see white tadpoles swimming around in the water inside a girl's clear, transparent belly?
In short, Qiong has pioneered cutting-edge knowledge that carbon-based life forms could hardly grasp even with their boundless imagination.
Miss Hazel's cooperation, or rather, her unconditional indulgence, provided the perfect experimental environment for this scientific research.
The third place went to Mrs. Xia Die.
That day, Qiong found Xia Die sitting at her desk on the third-floor terrace, deep in thought as she looked at her manuscript.
Her ethereal and exquisite profile was bathed in the morning light. Her willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly furrowed as she bit her pen. Half a day passed, but only a few words were added to the manuscript.
"Butterfly, did you get stuck?"
Qiong lay lazily on the rocking chair next to him, teasingly playing with the purple Rubik's Cube rolling on his lap.
Tell me about it, maybe I can give you some inspiration.
As a bookworm and fool who has been reading for over ten years, Qiong believes that his ideas are absolutely a game-changer for the literary fiction world of Onfaros.
We need to consider not going too far ahead of schedule.
Half a step is genius, one step is madness. Onfaros's worldview is still lagging behind the most cutting-edge novel concepts in the galaxy.
"Your Excellency, it is like this."
Two rosy clouds rose on Xia Die's fair cheeks, and her moist lips pursed repeatedly, struggling for a while before she seemed to have made up her mind.
She held the manuscript paper up to hide her flushed face, revealing only a pair of purple eyes misty with embarrassment:
"I... I'm stuck on a scene description... But I've never experienced anything like that, so I can't imagine what it feels like at all..."
"It's normal for an author to write about the feelings of something they haven't done."
Why are the most popular authors of pure romance novels often Xiao Chu Nan, who has never been in a relationship?
Because they've never truly been in a relationship, the love they imagine is the most beautiful aspect, making viewers involuntarily smile like doting aunts.
But if a seasoned writer were to write it, the result would be completely different.
This has advantages, but also disadvantages.
For example, how could a struggling author who writes about a super-rich person, who has never even been to Starbucks or a high-end supermarket, possibly portray the details of the super-rich person's life realistically?
The problem with Xia Die now is clearly the latter.
"That's easy. You can write it once you try it, or you can ask others for their feelings. What kind of situation is it? Let me give you some thoughts."
Qiong lay on the rocking chair, kneading and playing with the little one.
"Kiss, kiss..."
Xia Die's response was so faint it was almost inaudible. Qiong, who was rocking in the rocking chair, stopped and looked over. He saw Xia Die's face was flushed and her eyes were darting around, not daring to look at him.
"Huh? (A kiss?)"
The purple Rubik's Cube had a loading icon on its head that spun around, as if it had suddenly become curious about it, but since it had no mouth, it couldn't experience it even if it wanted to.
The moon is absent in the long night, and the sky remains unconcealed.
"It's simple, I know how, I'll teach you."
Qiong grinned and kissed the girl's pink lips, not just a quick kiss, but a deep French kiss.
After a long while, Qiong finally released his grip, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied.
"How does it feel? Is it enough to write 800 words?"
His hot breath sprayed on her neck, and Xia Die went limp like a spring pond, trembling softly in Qiong's arms, her voice sweet and saccharine, tinged with extreme shyness:
"Thank you, sir. I... I think I understand..."
Not only did I learn what kissing felt like.
Moreover, this is another first for me and you, our first kiss.
"Sir, there is one more plot point that I would like to ask you to teach me."
Xia Die buried her entire face in Qiong's shoulder.
What was the situation?
"Um...yes..."
Xia Die bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled. She raised her watery eyes, glanced at Qiong quickly, and then looked away in a flash. Shame and longing were locked in a fierce battle in her eyes.
In the end, she couldn't bring herself to say it. She buried her face in Qiong's chest and stuffed the manuscript paper covered with delicate handwriting into Qiong's hand like handing over a hot plate.
Qiong was somewhat puzzled, so he got up and took a look at the manuscript.
"Ok?"
He was immediately taken aback.
My butterfly!
What are you writing?
Is this even allowed to pass censorship?!
Did Onfaros publish books without censorship?
R18 erotica!?
However, since the process is not very detailed, it is hard to say whether it counts as R18 or not. The scene in which Xia Die Ka Wen is located is the key scene where the female protagonist pushes the male protagonist back and...
"It's simple, I know how, I'll teach you."
Qiong hugged Xia Die and lay down on the cushion sprinkled with pink and purple petals.
"Come on, let's start the scenario simulation. You're the female lead, and I'm the male lead. We'll do it according to your script."
For the bright future of Onphalus's literary career, Kyon willingly served as a stepping stone, dedicating himself to art!
"My apologies, Your Excellency..."
Xia Die's cheeks flushed red. She knelt awkwardly beside Qiong, her eyes darting left and right across the empty terrace.
Shyness and bashfulness intertwined to form a whisper as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet with unparalleled clarity—a resolute decision:
"Could you...could you go to my room...? We'll be seen here..."
From then on, Mrs. Xiadie would often knock on Qiong's door with a blush on her face, using high-sounding reasons such as seeking inspiration, checking details, and verifying the authenticity of the descriptions.
And that book, "Eternal Love," which embodies her countless moments of shyness and passion, and is full of private fantasies, is an uncut version.
Its only loyal reader, who can provide constructive suggestions for improvement, is Qiong.
Qiong also thoughtfully recreated the scenes that Xia Die enjoyed in the novel.
The two once developed a certain tacit understanding.
Xia Die will write an R18 novel called "Eternal Love" for Qiong to read, and Qiong will then perfectly recreate the scene that Xia Die fantasizes about in bed.
It can even provide optimization suggestions based on user experience.
The beauty and excitement of such play are beyond words.
The last ones to get to eat meat were the saintly ladies who were obsessed with invention.