Chapter 371: Conclusion
After activation, contrary to expectations, the black-dressed woman’s right hand grew even stronger. Xia Feng suddenly realized he had been silently influenced again. The Excitation Ring’s activation ability had different effects on different organs. Activating the hand didn’t cause Mu Qingtong any negative reactions; instead, it increased her strength. While the increase was negligible, Xia Feng quickly canceled the activation.
At the same time, [N-level Spirit Artifact: Limb Superman] was optimized. [N·Limb Superman (Optimized Version)] was unlocked, allowing severed limbs to be controlled by thought. For example, a severed right palm could be made to act freely.
To Mu Qingtong’s astonishment, Xia Feng’s right palm detached at the elbow, the fleshy red cut smooth and devoid of any blood. The nimble palm then flew towards the couple’s lower bodies, seemingly intent on dispelling the curse. Seeing this, Mu Qingtong shifted her firm buttocks. Xia Feng tried to guide his palm towards their abdomen but found no gap to exploit. After several failed attempts, Xia Feng’s eyes burned with uncontrollable lust. He abandoned the idea of dispelling the curse and instead directed his palm towards Mu Qingtong’s vital points.
Activation. Mu Qingtong’s expression stiffened. She hadn’t expected this and was caught off guard, her key points unprotected. Xia Feng’s palm cupped and controlled her. However, she was accustomed to such situations and allowed Mr. Xia’s palm to do as it pleased, taking a deep breath to suppress her physiological reactions. With a poker face, she was about to speak when the man’s low, magnetic voice preceded her, “Miss Mu, look at the sky. Is it raining?”
Mu Qingtong raised her beautiful eyes. The moonlight outside remained serene, and the thin clouds hadn’t coalesced into rain, though the mist was growing more humid. Beneath the mist, skyscrapers stood tall. Facing their building, a neighboring skyscraper displayed a vertical LED screen showing a replay of Mu Qingtong in a luxurious gown, singing softly on stage. Ten thousand cheers echoed from the venue. Faint singing drifted through the clouds to the top floor of the building. Mu Qingtong’s long legs under her black dress tightened, leaving no space between them. She lowered her gaze to the man below and pursed her lips, saying softly, “Mr. Xia, you’re mistaken. It’s not raining outside.”
“Oh, is that so?” Xia Feng lay back, his gaze filled with doubt. “Then why is my stomach feeling a bit wet?” Mu Qingtong frowned, her beautiful eyes impassive. She silently shifted her hips back. She could feel the man below reaching a critical point of emotion and frustration, making his entire body burn with intense anger. Yet, he stubbornly suppressed it, unwilling to yield to her verbally. This reminded her of how Mr. Xia had appeared in the Eternal Day Goddess’s arms not long ago, allowing the so-called goddess to violate him without resistance. Mu Qingtong could see that Mr. Xia had a very special emotional connection with that woman, a mixture of dependence and inexplicable absolute trust. Perhaps it was because Gong Changyi had once been Xia Feng’s master during his childhood that he placed such extraordinary trust and bond in this pseudo-goddess. This sentiment displeased Mu Qingtong. She allowed Mr. Xia to submit at her feet, but she would not allow him to acknowledge another god as his master.
“Miss Mu, I’ll give you one last chance. Release the suppression!” At this moment, Xia Feng looked up at her, a cold laugh in his fire-filled black eyes. “Otherwise, I will use the Eternal Day Divine Seal and have Sister Yi deal with you!”
Mu Qingtong’s pupils contracted almost imperceptibly. Beneath the surface of her golden, lake-like eyes, something terrifying seemed to be stirring, on the verge of erupting. “Mr. Xia, I have a question for you.”
“Hm?”
“Do you like Gong Changyi?” she asked softly.
“Naturally.” Xia Feng keenly sensed the change in Mu Qingtong’s emotions. Was she angry? He narrowed his black eyes and smiled. “Sister Yi and I grew up together, and she was my master once. So, of course, I like her.”
“Is that so?” The black-dressed woman nodded. Her beautiful, wet hair fell onto Xia Feng’s thin lips, tickling his cheeks. Xia Feng could feel the firm, plump curve of Miss Mu’s delicate waist pressing down, holding his center of gravity. “Then Mr. Xia, when you were in Gong Changyi’s arms earlier, and she violated you wantonly—” Miss Mu’s clear, beautiful eyes were inches away, her expression calm. “—Did you feel very happy?”
Xia Feng met her golden eyes with a smile, tilting his chin up. “Naturally.”
“Is that so? That’s good then.” Mu Qingtong’s clear eyes were like a tranquil, deep lake, the last vestiges of light on its surface fading. A faint smile curved her lips. It seemed that after being subjected to the humiliation of two evil gods, Mr. Xia no longer needed dignity.
[You have been attacked by ‘Holy Solution: Monarch’s Will’. The target Spirit Artifact is the same level as yours. Replication failed—]
Xia Feng’s pupils dilated. This time, the Monarch’s Will wasn’t silently influencing his thoughts; it was blatant manipulation. He looked up at the black-dressed woman, gazing at her exquisite, noble face with her wet hair clinging to her lips. An inexplicable sense of worship arose within him, making him want to kneel and submit, to acknowledge her as his master. Simultaneously, a sense of guilt and fear of blaspheming a goddess inexplicably surged within him, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably. He opened his mouth, about to confess and beg for mercy, when a flash of strange light emanated from the [Gong] character on his lower abdomen and the [Si] character on his nape. His black eyes, filled with adoration and worship, instantly regained clarity, replaced by anger.
[C-class Spirit Artifact: Intimate New Clothes]
[Through physical contact with the target, you can dissolve clothing on both your and the target’s bodies.]
A hole instantly appeared in Mu Qingtong’s black dress. Xia Feng flipped over, seizing the initiative and pinning her beneath him. Mu Qingtong hadn’t expected Mr. Xia to break free from the Monarch’s Will’s control so easily and even counterattack. She frowned, her firm thighs tensing, locking Xia Feng’s legs as she arched her back and flipped over. The two wrestled, their bodies tumbling and crashing against the floor-to-ceiling window. Their breaths mingled, and Mu Qingtong naturally sensed Xia Feng’s malicious intent to damage her black dress. They both looked down. A hole the size of a fist had torn open in the front of the black dress, revealing a glimpse of red lace trim underneath. Mu Qingtong knew that neither of them would concede in this duel. One would have to submit. However, continuing like this would yield no results. After all, these were merely superficial actions, not stimulating enough. To make Mr. Xia completely lose his will to resist, perhaps only through the act of procreation would suffice.
Lost in thought, Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly sat up straight. Xia Feng was taken aback. Mu Qingtong wore an elegant black dress, but with a casual tear of the hem, it transformed into a half-length, ultra-short black skirt, partially concealing her curvaceous buttocks. Her long, sensual legs were encased in noble black crystal high heels, exuding confidence and arrogance. She knelt on either side of Xia Feng’s thighs in an M-shape, looking down at him with a cold, soft voice, “Mr. Xia, let’s bring our duel to a definitive conclusion.”
[Due to time constraints, the second chapter today will be a well-written bonus chapter of at least 5,000 words, but it will be ready around 2 AM.]
