Perverted Otherworlder
/ Perverted Otherworlder 61 I'm not Joking
"I must say, he got some immortal balls to be able to do that," whispered an onlooker.
"I don't think their pursuers would dare to do that either when they know that those fairies came from that kingdom," said a gossiping old woman.
Biane was moaning in pleasure as her face couldn't become any redder then now, "Ahn..."
"P-p-please stop it ..." whispered Biane.
(Fine, I don't want to humiliate you any further either ... eh? My hands! It wouldn't stop!) thought Lyon as he became palpitated.
"Pl-ease ... no ... more, ah! Not the tip!"
(Why am I feeling so good, being touched by this beast!) thought Biane as she slowly drowned in pleasure.
Clemora had her words stuck in her throat, whenever she was about to say something it got erased when she saw her sister's state.
Since the farthest of Clemora's memory, Biane had a very bossy attitude. She always led something whenever the opportunity presented itself. She was definitely a role model for the other kids. Brave, unyielding, proud were the things even Clemora herself admire.
But now, that image took a hundred and eighty degrees turn. Her haughty face was no more, her pride was no more. For the first time, she finally saw her sister struggle.
Lyon's hand was fondling her breast with delicate movement, to be exact, like milking a cow.
(It's coming something is coming!) thought Biane as her body started trembling.
*kyaa
With a pinch to Biane's nipples, she reached climax and lost all her strength in an instant.
Lyon caught her falling body and noticed that she was still breathing heavily. (What a strong woman, I have to admit, if I was the one that climaxes under gravity pressure, I would accept if the earth decide to swallow me) thought Lyon.
Lyon decided to hold her up and walked to the side of the arena where the medic team already assembled.
"Sorry, I might overdo it a little," said Lyon as he walked.
However, Biane couldn't utter a voice at all, so she leaned toward Lyon's chest and bit it instead.
"Ouch, hehe ... I deserve that, you know, you are really cute Biane," said Lyon with a sunshine smile.
His statement cause Biane's face turned red once again and bit Lyon's chest even harder.
"Okay, that started to hurt."
As the medic team retrieved her to be treated there was a visible bit mark on Lyon's chest.
*tap
*tap
Lyon walked back leisurely to Clemora who was still on all fours and squatted in front of her.
"Well?" Lyon sadistic smile showed itself once more.
"Eek! ... I surre-" before Clemora could wave the white flag, Lyon shut her mouth with his hand. While his other hand just unbutton her top and explore the twin heaven mountains.
With one quick motion, Lyon put the sexy white lingerie bra inside his ring.
Clemora's eyes turned glassy, as warm liquid began to build upon the edges.
Despite her graceful demeanor, she was a crybaby to the heart. But Lyon was not a bastard either, even if he was a pervert to the very soul.
Seeing the woman about to cry, he retracted his arm that shut her mouth.
"I surrender!" Clemora's shout signaled the end of the match.
*zing
Lyon deactivated his magic and the pressure on Clemora's body instantly vanish. However, her body was already exhausted and her vision became blurry.
*hold
Lyon held Clemora up like Biane and walked to the side of the arena to the medic team.
Clemora's head was resting on his shoulder as she was worried about what happened next. People would talk about this event secretly and their name would be tarnished.
Lyon noticed her worried as he saw the tears finally raining down on her cheek and also his chest but unbeknownst to everyone including the judge itself, Lyon was absorbing the heaven and world's energies all this time.
"The winner of this round, Lyon Torga!" said the judge.
*cheer
The boys were ecstatic as they directly provoking the girls by biting the 'Avenger Dumpling' fiercely.
As Lyon gave Clemora to the medic team he walked slowly to the center of the ring, "Hello everyone who was seeing the battle, I'm very grateful if you don't tell anyone what's happened." said Lyon with a smile.
(Yeah right, I doubt anyone could shut their mouth up) thought the crowd.
"This is not a request ..." then Lyon's voice became deeper and violence, "It's an order!"
Lyon write a spell in the air with really dense energy, "Soul Spell, King's Order!"
*zing
The rainbow-colored spell struck fear to everyone's eyes while a rainbow magic brand covered the whole place including the crowd and bystanders.
The judge and other experts had no time to cancel the magic as they were struck dumb by the enormous size of the magic brand.
"Ahh! What is this thing?!" a weird black sigil suddenly appeared on the people's body under the magic brand.
"Forceful Contract?!" the experts instantly understand the black sigil on their bodies.
"No way! Not possible! How can that kind of spell exist?!" said another expert.
"It disappeared? Oh, wait no! It engraved on our soul!" said the judge.
"Order! The one who even thinks about the match shall have their cultivation reset while speaking means death!"
This powerful spell also had demerits, the caster's life expectancy shall be waived by three hundred years as a cost. A Divine Realm cultivator had zero chance of getting struck by this spell unless its soul was comparable to the Soul Realm or a low leveled Half-Divine Realm cultivator.
*shrink
The magic brand on the sky slowly disintegrated and vanish.
*zing
"Ahhh my cultivation! it's gone!!!" said someone in the crowd.
"Ahh, mine too!" said another,
"He is dead! My friend is dead!" said a newbie as he saw his friend fell to the ground lifeless.
*clap
"Now you know I'm not joking," said Lyon with his hand behind his back.
On the bed, the closed eyes of Clemora had a smile on her face.
Chapter end
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