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What the hell? Why does this scene feel so familiar?
But at this moment, Ye Wen's mind was exceptionally hazy as Bibi Dong carried him into a secret passage within the room.
This was a hidden chamber, but its decor was surprisingly warm and cozy.
In the center stood an enormous bed that looked incredibly soft.
To the side was what appeared to be Bibi Dong's desk for recording notes, along with her vanity and wardrobe.
But before Ye Wen could think further, Bibi Dong removed his shoes and tossed him onto the bed.
At this point, Ye Wen was completely immobile and unable to pay attention to what Bibi Dong was doing.
The sound of Bibi Dong's alluring voice humming a cheerful tune reached his ears, accompanied by the rustling of fabric.
Only a short while had passed, yet Ye Wen felt his numb body beginning to regain a sliver of movement.
But soon, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.
No need to guess—he'd been stabbed again.
At this moment, Ye Wen couldn't even open his mouth to speak.
Suddenly, a sweet fragrance enveloped his nose. For some inexplicable reason, Ye Wen felt a stirring within himself, despite being unable to move even a finger.
A rustling sound came from the side of the bed.
In Ye Wen's line of sight, Bibi Dong had shed her majestic and solemn Pope's robe, replacing it with a purple silk slip dress. Her golden hair cascaded down, and the once aloof Bibi Dong now exuded an irresistible allure.
Looking at her slender waist and stunning curves, Ye Wen's breathing grew heavier.
Bibi Dong casually tossed the dagger aside and, with a dazed expression, leaned forward and pressed herself against Ye Wen's chest.
Sigh~ Sigh~
Bibi Dong greedily inhaled Ye Wen's scent. After a long while, she murmured softly,
"It's all your fault. You know I've always liked you.
Why have you kept pretending nothing's wrong and distancing yourself from me?"
At this moment, Ye Wen was truly speechless.
Even after living in this world for so long, Ye Wen had chosen to remain loyal—or perhaps foolish—to his partners. After all, this world allowed for unrestrained indulgence and the manipulation of the weak.
But soon, Bibi Dong let out a suppressed laugh.
"But it doesn't matter~
Hehehe…
I know, you see. That old woman, Bo Saixi, used improper methods to get you too.
So you'll forgive me later, right~?"
Ye Wen's heart jolted. Damn it, how did Bibi Dong know about the incident where Bo Saixi tricked him?
The mighty Sea God—no, the mighty Sea King—being drugged like that was a dark history that shouldn't be casually revealed!
But Bibi Dong didn't care about Ye Wen's thoughts anymore. As if venting, she tore Ye Wen's clothes into shreds and began to play with him wildly.
MY—!!!
MY—!!!
MY—!!!
In the dimly lit chamber, with his body paralyzed, Ye Wen lost track of time.
Though it was their first time, Bibi Dong was extraordinarily frenzied.
Amidst the pleasure, Ye Wen noticed something shocking: Bibi Dong had unknowingly ascended to godhood.
Looking at the unhidden purple scythe insignia on Bibi Dong's forehead, Ye Wen's expression turned grim. Now he understood why Bibi Dong had been able to control him—there was another god behind this!
Damn you, Rakshasa God! How dare you scheme against me (=_=).
Though Ye Wen, as a man, found this aspect of the experience pleasurable, being constantly pinned down was utterly frustrating.
By the second half, Ye Wen had unknowingly regained control of his body. Seizing the opportunity, he flipped over and took the dominant position, catching Bibi Dong off guard and pinning her to the bed.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly—
Ye Wen felt utterly drained, but there was no helping it. Compared to Ah Yin and Bo Saixi, Bibi Dong was truly a vixen, her stamina rivaling that of a juicer—it was terrifying.
Looking at Bibi Dong in his arms, her skin flushed pink from the aftermath of pleasure, appearing even more alluring, Ye Wen sighed deeply.
I just wanted to be a good husband. What kind of situation is this~
But in this world, it seemed he was the odd one out.
Recently, he'd heard that Yu Yuanzhen had married ten wives for Yu Xiaogang. Didn't they fear he'd die on the bed?
Bibi Dong, now a god-level powerhouse, quickly recovered. However, when she looked at Ye Wen now, her eyes darted away shyly.
Why had she been so impulsive~? They should have spent more time communicating~
Bibi Dong now resembled a mischievous girl who had impulsively done something wrong and felt guilty afterward.
Seeing this, Ye Wen couldn't help but chuckle.
But Bibi Dong's actions were indeed a genuine expression of her feelings for him, albeit tinged with a hint of obsession.
Ye Wen, too, felt conflicted. If he brought Bibi Dong into the household, would the three little ones at home throw a tantrum?
But soon, Ye Wen adjusted his mindset. He was the head of the household, after all.
The children were grown up now—let them be. His wife was his true love.
Tightening his grip, Ye Wen pulled Bibi Dong into his arms.
Feeling the fragrant warmth of the beauty in his embrace, Ye Wen closed his eyes and asked,
"Will you marry me, Dong'er?"
Bibi Dong's body stiffened. After a long while, she shyly yet excitedly responded,
"Mm~"
At this moment, Bibi Dong's heart overflowed with sweetness. Years of self-restraint melted away, bearing the most exquisite fruit of joy.
Especially that affectionate "Dong'er"—how many years had it been since someone called her that so intimately?
However, as much as they both wished it, given their current identities, it was impossible for them to publicly marry. Thus, Ye Wen could only apologize,
"I'm sorry, Dong'er. Our wedding will have to be postponed."
Bibi Dong, though consumed by infatuation and a touch of obsession, still understood the greater picture. For the sake of their grand plan, now wasn't the right time to marry.
But having consummated their relationship, Bibi Dong believed that marriage was merely a formality. She knew Ye Wen better than anyone.
And compared to a formal wedding, Bibi Dong craved more forbidden pleasures.
Pressing the husband of her two once-close confidantes beneath her, the sinful ecstasy thrilled her, especially as she cultivated her malevolent powers.
"Round two," Bibi Dong suddenly purred seductively.
Before Ye Wen could react, he felt his lips sealed once more.
Good grief—
God-level women were too strong in battle.
But as a man, Ye Wen had his pride in this area too. Silently channeling a potent blood-strengthening medicine into his stomach through his martial soul, he roared back to life.
Don't underestimate the Sea God! A mere Rakshasa God!
Another divine battle unfolded as Ye Wen vowed to show the wicked Rakshasa God the might of the Sea God's rod.
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