In the sky, a dark red blood moon rose, casting an eerie glow over the Abyss, shrouding the land in an unsettling hue.
John had been wandering through the Abyss for three days, slaying countless Abyss demons and reaching level 170. He had plundered a substantial amount of attributes, significantly boosting his power once more.
Moreover, his Wrath of the Gods talent had continuously upgraded, now reducing his skill costs by 50%.
However, further upgrading had become difficult, as it required the slaying of 60 sixth-tier epic bosses.
While the Abyss was teeming with powerful demons, sixth-tier epic bosses were rare, forcing him to search slowly.
“I should have saved those sixth-tier epic Abyss demons,” John sighed in regret, his attention drawn to the mountain before him.
The blood-red moonlight bathed the entire peak in a sinister crimson, making it look as though it were made of flesh and blood-a chilling, eerie sight.
Strangely, there were hardly any Abyss demons in the vicinity, as if they were afraid to approach the mountain.
“Could there be a treasure on this mountain?” John’s curiosity was piqued, and he used Sword Flight to ascend to the summit.
The bitterly cold wind howled around him, but his strength was more than enough to withstand it.
He soon reached the top, where the landscape was barren, offering no visible signs of anything special.
“Huh, someone’s here?” John exclaimed, his eyes drawn to a graceful figure at the peak.
She was clad in a flowing black dress, her long hair billowing in the wind. The most striking feature was the single horn on her forehead.
It was Sara!
The dark red moonlight bathed her, illuminating her delicate face. She radiated a blend of purity and allure, embodying a perfect balance of light and darkness.
John couldn’t help but be captivated. Sara’s beauty and graceful, noble demeanor were on par with that of Sini and the others.
“Hmm?” Suddenly, he frowned, a pained expression crossing his face as the fox demon curse chose this moment to flare up.
“Undead Lord, what should I do?” He frantically sought the advice of the Undead Lord in his mind.
“Isn’t there a stunning beauty right in front of you?” The other’s teasing voice echoed in his head.
“Don’t joke around! That woman is an eighth-tier powerhouse and an expert in lightning magic, which comes with soul-damaging effects.” John didn’t dare entertain any thoughts about Sara, even though she was breathtakingly beautiful-she was also deadly.
The Undead Lord mocked, “Look at you, so spineless. The unicorn clan absorbs moonlight to cultivate, and at this time, they’re at their weakest, unable to fully unleash their power. You might have a chance.”
“What happens when she recovers?” John was exasperated. While giving in to the urge might bring temporary relief, the consequences would undoubtedly be deadly.
The Undead Lord sighed, “Then there’s nothing more I can do for you. This time, with the fox demon curse acting up, you might completely lose your sanity. I suggest you leave immediately.”
“I guess that’s all I can do,” John muttered, swallowing hard as he struggled to suppress the flames of desire burning within him.
The fox demon curse wasn’t fatal; if he could just endure it, everything would be fine.
He turned to leave, but the fire in his heart only grew stronger, as if another demon within him was slowly awakening.
His vision blurred, and all he could see was the captivating figure bathed in moonlight, drawing him in with an irresistible allure.
“Sigh, you’re on your own now,” the Undead Lord’s voice echoed in his mind before it faded away, closing off all his senses. He knew what was about to happen and didn’t want to endure the torment.
John had no response; he had completely lost his mind, overwhelmed by the powerful fox demon curse. All that remained in his heart was desire.
He turned back and began walking toward Sara, step by step.
“Who’s there?” Sara sensed someone approaching and called out coldly, immediately halting her cultivation.
“Hmm? Human, it’s you? What are you doing here?” She relaxed slightly when she recognized John, a smile forming on her lips. She didn’t notice anything unusual about him.
Gulp!
John swallowed hard, his eyes blazing with desire as he stared intently at Sara, his breathing growing heavier.
“Human, what’s wrong with you?” Sara frowned, sensing something off about him.
John didn’t respond. Instead, a low growl, almost animalistic, rumbled from his throat as he lunged at her.
“You’re courting death!” Sara’s expression shifted to one of shock and fury. How dare this human try to take advantage of her!
Boom!
She raised her hand and struck John’s chest with all her might.
[You have been killed by an eighth-tier legendary unicorn. Undying and Immortal talent activated…]
The notification flashed, but John was unharmed. Instead, Sara’s attack only enraged him further. Taking advantage of her momentary surprise, he grabbed hold of the horn on her
forehead.
“Ah!” Sara gasped. Her horn was a sacred part of her body, off-limits to anyone.
“Human, let go of me!” she shouted, panic rising in her voice. With John’s hand gripping her horn, she felt a surge of electricity run through her, leaving her body numb and her strength
drained.
By this time, John had already pinned her down.
Rip!
Her long dress was torn open, revealing her snow-white shoulders.
“Bastard, I’ll kill you!” Sara’s eyes turned blood-red with rage. She had never suffered such humiliation before. She clenched her fist and struck John again, this time with all her might.
Boom!
[You have been killed by an eighth-tier legendary unicorn. Undying and Immortal talent
activated…]
John remained unscathed, and his equipment began to fall away as if by some unseen force.
Sara set on the ground, a big one jump up on her face.
She scared and want to run, but her horn is catch by John. It seems like take her life.
Slap!
Her dress has been dropped. Her white skin and perfect figure show more charming under the
blood moonlight.
She can’t resist and pushed down by John.
That big one strongly get in her, without foreplay.
“Ah…” Sara shout, her body trembled, feels like her under slashed by him. Bleeding and
painful. Her nail stab in his skin.
“Human, get off me…” her tears drop and struggle, and shout from pian.
John knew nothing of mercy. His mind was consumed by an insatiable desire, driving him to
plunge deeply before abruptly pulling back and thrusting again with relentless speed, igniting the flames of passion within him.
“Ah! It hurts so much…” Sara cried out in panic and helplessness, her voice trembling with
pain. She tried to push John away, but for some reason, she couldn’t muster any strength in her body. All she could do was endure his relentless torment.
“Human, please… don’t do this…” Her brows furrowed deeply, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, filled with humiliation and pain.
What was even more terrifying was that under John’s relentless assault, her body began to
respond involuntarily.
Blood, mixed with other fluids, seeped from her lower body, slightly dulling the pain, yet the
strange sensation only grew stronger.
This terrified her even more-she couldn’t let this human take advantage of her.
“Bastard, I’ll castrate you, I swear…” Her words were abruptly cut off as her mouth was
invaded, a tongue forcing its way past her teeth.
She widened her eyes in shock, feeling a strange sensation that filled her with shame and fury.
Without a second thought, she bit down hard.
The taste of blood filled her mouth.
“Mmm!” John’s face twisted in pain, but he briefly regained a sliver of clarity. He quickly
pulled his tongue back, only to have his desire and anger surge within him once more, making
his movements even rougher.
“Ah…!” Sara screamed repeatedly, her eyes pleading as she looked at John. “Human, please, let me go. I promise I won’t kill you.”
But John, lost in his own frenzy, paid no heed. He grabbed her forehead with one hand and pinned her hands down with the other, mechanically thrusting and pulling. “Bastard…” Sara cursed, her feet unable to find purchase on the ground, while the pain in her
body gradually eased.
As a Legend of the Eighth Rank, Sara possessed remarkable resilience, which helped to dull
her pain but, paradoxically, intensified the strange sensation she felt, as if it was piercing directly into her soul.
Furious and resisting internally, she bit down on her lip, trying to use the pain to ward off the unwelcome pleasure.
But John’s relentless assault continued, battering down her inner defenses.
“Mmm!” She bit her lip harder, her brow furrowed, and her toes dug deeply into the soil as
her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.
To her shock, she climaxed, unable to suppress it under John’s rough treatment. “Human, I will tear you apart!” she cursed inwardly, even as the sensation of joy blossomed
within her like a blooming flower.
She couldn’t let John realize she had climaxed, or that she had found any joy in it.
But John wasn’t focused on her at all.
The curse of the fox demon that gripped him hadn’t lessened; in fact, it had grown stronger.
He was merely venting his pent-up desires with ruthless intensity.
The forceful impacts continued, gradually eroding Sara’s rationality. “Mmm…” She let out a soft moan, her mouth slightly open.
And then immediately reacted, overwhelmed by a mix of shame, anger, and confusion.
She wanted John to finish quickly, yet at the same time, she didn’t want to let go of the overwhelming sensation.
Her emotions were in turmoil, and even her desire to kill John was diminishing.
…
On the mountaintop, under the moonlight, an indescribable scene unfolded.
John held Sara tightly, his movements rough and unyielding. After enduring for four hours, he finally reached his first climax.
“Mmm!” John let out a low growl as he thrust deeply, unleashing a powerful, scorching force
that surged through him like a torrent.
“Ah!” Sara couldn’t help but let out a pained breath. The turmoil within her body made it
impossible to hold back any longer. She opened her mouth slightly.
Gasping for breath as she climaxed alongside John, feeling a mix of shame, grievance, pain,
and an unfamiliar, intoxicating pleasure.
Sara didn’t know what she felt at that moment, tears streaming down her face. “Human, let me go… I promise I won’t kill you…” Her voice lacked the earlier killing intent,
instead carrying a note of desperation.
At this point, the curse’s grip on John had weakened significantly, and he regained his sanity.
But seeing the delicate, disheveled, and pitiable beauty beneath him filled him with dread.
He had actually surpassed Sara!
Although it hadn’t been intentional, he knew she wouldn’t forgive him and would likely kill him to vent her anger.
If he was going to die anyway, why not indulge a little longer?
John gritted his teeth and pretended to remain under the curse’s influence, continuing his
rough thrusts.
“Please, human, let me go… you’ve already had your way with me…” Sara’s tears streamed down her cheeks as she begged desperately.
The sensation was strange-both irresistible and slightly painful. She prayed it would end
soon.
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