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Hearing the words of Shasha and the others, I thought for a moment and muttered to myself inwardly, "Being bored isn't good. The joy of a cuckolded wife lies in watching you have lewd sex with other men. If the performance is flat, then it's no fun." I paused, my gaze sweeping over the Hero, and quickly formulated a new plan. "To be honest, the Hero has indeed been a bit too comfortable lately. It's time to add a bit of 'suffering' joy to his itinerary."
Hearing this, Shasha's pink eyes lit up. She was the first to react, smiling seductively. "Darling, you really are ruthless! Just as we say it's a bit boring, you start arranging stimulation~" Her tone carried a hint of mockery as she stroked the Hero's hair, as if already imagining the lewd scenes of the journey.
I turned to look at Shasha, a wicked smile curling my lips. "Don't be in such a hurry; I have another task for you." I paused, my gaze shifting toward the hospital room door, and whispered, "Ever since the competition began, I noticed an observer has been peeking. He didn't run away until it ended."
Shasha narrowed her eyes, reacting quickly. "The doctor who examined me?" Her hand stopped playing with the Hero's hair, and a flash of interest appeared in her eyes.
I nodded, my tone low. "I just remembered that his identity is not simply that of an ordinary doctor. Besides, he watched the whole thing and knows my identity and yours." I paused and instructed, "We can't have anyone being loose-lipped."
Hearing this, Yeli flexed her wrist, and a murderous intent instantly appeared in her eyes. "In that case, should I be the one to deal with him?" Her tone was cold, her fangs slightly bared, as if ready to hunt.
I waved my hand to calm her down and whispered, "Killing him directly is useless and will only cause unnecessary trouble. I feel we can utilize his value instead. Since Shasha had contact with him before, I'll leave this to her." I looked at Shasha, cupped her chin, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. After our tongues intertwined and we parted, I looked at her and instructed, "Give him some 'benefits' and make him cooperate with us."
Shasha giggled and returned the kiss on my lips, her tongue briefly plundering my mouth. When she parted, she said seductively, "Fine. Since that's the instruction, I'll take on this task."
I nodded, my gaze sweeping the room, and whispered, "As for the others, continue to maintain the illusion that I am hypnotized. Let's give the Hero a reassuring 'heart-tonic' first." I paused, my gaze falling on the Hero, a flash of mockery in my eyes. "When I was fucking you with him last night, his reaction was even greater than before. Especially when he was watching me thrust into Shasha and Loxi... his eyes were both jealous and excited... tsk tsk, it's like he's developed a cuckold fetish."
Shasha giggled. "Darling, are you saying the Hero is starting to enjoy the pleasure of being cuckolded?" Her slender hand again lightly stroked the Hero's face, as if she had found a new toy.
I gave a cold laugh and whispered, "We can't draw a conclusion yet, but his reaction certainly looks like it. Having done it for so long, perhaps he's bored of you too. Since your interest in him is waning, he might be the same. After all, what you can't get is always what you crave and desire most."
Meanwhile, in the Royal Palace's bedchamber, Dreamy was dressed in a thin gauze nightgown, her long azure hair scattered casually over her shoulders. She leaned against a carved chaise longue, her slender hand lightly stroking Nami beneath her as if comforting a pet. Nami was kneeling naked before her, devotedly licking Dreamy's pussy. Her demonized tail flicked lightly, and her horns gently rubbed against other parts of Dreamy's lower body. Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes full of intoxication.
Behind the gauze curtain, a black-robed informant stood bowed to the side, whispering, "The news of the secret meeting at the frontier is confirmed. Minister of Military Affairs Jardin, Bishop Haraldin of the Holy Light Church here in the Crystal Kingdom, and the First Prince Claudef himself met. They plan to join forces to suppress the Hero, clear out your influence, and deal with the threat of the Demon King's army."
Hearing this, Dreamy narrowed her emerald eyes, a cold smile curling her lips. "So, was all of this the Prince's plan? Compared to the King, that fellow is quite clear-headed." Her slender hand stroked Nami's cheek as she whispered, "To think he's been secretly planning so much under the guise of the Minister of Military Affairs. If I hadn't taken precautions earlier, he really would have kept me in the dark."
Nami looked up, her tongue retracting as she spoke in a low voice, "Mistress, what should we do next? Do you want me to take action?" Her voice carried a hint of urgency, and her tail flicked, reflecting her anxiety.
Dreamy crooked her finger, pulling Nami onto her. Her slender hand slid over Nami's body, gently kneading the mounds of her breasts that had undergone secondary development after her modification, teasing Nami until she gasped repeatedly. She kissed Nami's red lips, her tongue plundering wantonly in her mouth, saliva pulling into crystalline silver threads. When they parted, she whispered, "Nami, after so much 'treatment,' your body is almost recovered." She paused, a flash of mockery in her eyes. "Though I can rely on you to relieve the sexual desire triggered by the old King's teasing, I really have no choice but to let go when the time comes."
Hearing this, a flash of excitement appeared in Nami's eyes, and she couldn't help but say excitedly, "Mistress..." She couldn't help but work harder to tease Dreamy, relieving her mistress's desire as a form of reciprocation.
Dreamy gave a seductive laugh. Her slender hand slid to Nami's honey-pot, gently kneading her clitoris and teasing her until her body trembled. She whispered, "In a few days, the Hero will depart to subjugate the Minister of Military Affairs. Under my orders, you will return to his team and set out together." She paused, her gaze sweeping over Nami's body. "By the way, experience the taste of 'reunion' again."
Hearing this, Nami could not suppress the thoughts in her eyes. When "reunion" was mentioned, the image that surfaced in her mind was not the Hero, but me—the Demon King who had trained her, destroyed her, yet made her succumb. Her honey-pot unconsciously moistened, the demon markings on her body flashed, and her body began to radiate a thick, lewd aroma. She nodded and whispered, "I will complete the mission!"
Dreamy nodded in satisfaction, leaned down to kiss Nami's red lips again, her tongue plundering her mouth wantonly, teasing her until her eyes rolled back and her body went limp on the chaise longue. The candlelight in the bedchamber flickered, reflecting the image of the two women entwined.