The room was extremely dark, and the only source of light was the reflection of the rippling waves on the bathtub in the distance, flickering along with the rolling waves.
A strange, twisted chandelier hung from a high place, surrounded by decorative candlesticks. White candles stood on top of the chandelier, covered in tear stains, as if they had never been lit before.
The Weeping Madonna and the Last Supper were naturally present. A reverse cross shaped ornament hung on the bookshelf opposite the bed, surrounded by a circle of withered black tulips.
Further away, the huge rose garden was sleeping in the night sky. Through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling window, one could easily see the flickering of fireflies and the quiet appearance of the moonlight.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, on the big black bed, the man hugged his magician from behind, his fingers sliding along the lines of the other party's spine, loving it so much that he couldn't bear to part with it.
Beside them, the huge golden cage was empty, only the cold and hard base could be seen.
After a certain unlucky Onmyoji accidentally fell in, the owner of the dormitory mercilessly threw the bed covered with rose petals into the sea together with it. Perhaps it left some kind of psychological trauma, even the golden cage created by the outbreak of bad taste had no place to be used. It was really a pity.
"Are you looking for me, Baby?"
The demon's voice was sweet and lazy, revealing a sense of satisfaction after a full meal, which made people angry.
The hair band that usually tied the man's black hair up was missing. Zong Jiu thought carefully and remembered that he was pressed against the wall, unable to move because of the puppet strings tied to his body. In order to not fall from the sky, he could only reluctantly hook his legs around the man's waist. He was so angry that the ends of his eyes turned red.
Obviously, the curse only needed to be broken once, but the demon's one time was equivalent to five or six times Zong Jiu's cursed state.
Unfortunately, he succumbed to the chaos before the curse was broken. His whole body was soft, and he could only speak intermittently, angrily scolding the guy for not keeping his words. In the end, he didn't even have the strength to scratch the man, so he could only frantically tear off the things on his body.
He tore off the hair band, loosened his tie, and lost the buttons on his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest.
The demon didn't stop at that time, but instead, he magnanimously allowed Zong Jiu to cause a ruckus. Occasionally, he would look up from his black hair and glance at him with a half-smile, using another method to make the magician's toes curl up and shudder and shut up.
Thinking of these details, Zong Jiu felt his fist harden.
He sneered and threw a punch at him.
Unexpectedly, the demon didn't dodge.
This guy was very showy on the bed, not wearing a single piece of clothing. The white-haired youth's fist landed solidly on the center of his naked chest.
However, because Zong Jiu had just recovered from the curse, he was still not sure how to control his strength. Although it looked fierce, it actually didn't have much strength.
. of the demon's of the demon's strength, of the demon's's's strength, the strength of the punch, the demon's of strength of of of of strength of the strength of strength...
"Baby, you're so cruel. You almost hit his heart. "
Therefore, the man did not even frown. Instead, he pretended to sigh with emotion and pulled the white-haired youth's slender wrist, causing the latter to fall into his arms. While stifled laughter came from his chest, he lazily gave the other party a cold and deep kiss.
It was this action that made Zong Jiu realize that he was only covered by a thin black blanket. He struggled for a while before it slipped off, revealing his smooth back.
Zong Jiu gave him an uppercut straight to his chin.
This time, he used all his strength. He didn't show any mercy.
The demon's expression didn't change. He rubbed his sore jaw. Just as he was about to speak, he was kicked off the bed again.
The demon was speechless.
He watched as the white-haired demon looked down at him from the bed, his fingers playing with the poker cards he took out from his Backpack.
The magician's hand was full of Joker cards. He seemed to be particularly fond of the Joker and Joker cards. The black and white jokers on the cards were brightly colored and eye-catching.
"Baby …"
The cards whizzed through the air and gave him a warning.
The magician's hair stood on end as if someone had stepped on his tail. "Don't call me that disgusting name!"
Seeing where the cards in Zong Jiu's hand were pointing, the demon immediately changed his words. His dark golden eyes were filled with innocence. "Then what should I call you?"
"Mr. Magician? Mr. Magician? Little Magician? "
He pretended to sigh and said, "These forms of address are too cold and distant. They don't match our close relationship at all."
When he said the last few words, the demon lowered his voice and sounded particularly ambiguous. Zong Jiu was speechless.
The black-haired demon met the demon's gaze. He stretched his limbs and revealed a perfect smile.
"How about … my dear?"
What made this scene unbearable was that when he was kicked off the bed by Zong Jiu, he wasn't wearing anything. When the demon caught sight of Zong Jiu's cards and gaze, he became visibly excited again.
Zong Jiu was speechless. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
He could only say that he couldn't be more flirtatious.
After a long pause, Zong Jiu said with a complicated tone, "I'm flattering you by saying that you're always in heat."
"You've misunderstood me, my dear."
The demon smiled and pointed in front of him. "You see, I'm only this passionate towards you."
Zong Jiu didn't bother to say anything. He jumped off the bed and walked barefoot into the elevator of No.1 Dorm. He pressed the button to go to his room.
Strangely enough, his actions were not obstructed by the demons. Even the puppets that he was secretly on guard against did not appear in the darkness or the shadows.
The man propped his head up and smiled as he watched the white-haired youth leave.
As expected, after a few seconds, the scene around him changed. The borders of the dark room started to blur. It gradually merged with another pure white dorm that was filled with Nordic coldness. Finally, it connected from the middle and became a brand new dorm.
Zong Jiu had just gotten off the elevator. He was about to unwrap his bed and take a shower when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He looked up and saw the black-haired demon lying on the ground not far away. He didn't seem surprised that Zong Jiu would turn around and appear here again.
Zong Jiu didn't need to ask. He knew that someone had used their authority as a teacher to forcefully join the two dorms together.
"My dear." The demon curled his lips. "As the leaders of two forces, I think it's necessary for us to keep in touch whenever and wherever we want."
"So … do you want to do it again?"
The man fearlessly continued to invite him. He felt that it was a good idea.
A punishment instance dungeon and a bed in a trainee's dorm were two completely different things.
The Magician who was controlled by desire was delicious and juicy, but what really made the demon stop was always the cold and rational soul that emanated madness from the bones.
If only he could eat the Magician in his rational state …
The demon licked his lips, and the smile on his face widened.
However, what greeted him next was a series of beatings that fell from the sky like a violent storm.
The demon was speechless.
Zong Jiu had wanted to do this for a long time.
He didn't use anything. He didn't use any weapons or special items. He was just bare-handed, relying entirely on his own physical strength. Each punch was fiercer than the last, and every punch hit the flesh. During this period, he even specially greeted the demon's face that made one's teeth itch. In short, he beat the demon up violently.
The demon didn't make a sound. He didn't resist. Instead, he indulged the demon by putting away the puppet threads that might cause the Magician to fall. He wrapped his fingers around the white-haired youth's slender fingers and massaged his shoulders. He teasingly asked if he was tired. This made the demon look more like a considerate lover. Zong Jiu was like a spoiled and unreasonable canary.
Zong Jiu was speechless.
It didn't hurt much, but it was humiliating.
Beating someone with high defense with bare hands wasn't a wise thing to do. Not only would it give him no sense of accomplishment, but it would also tire him out.
But in view of the other party's current appearance, which was really an eyesore, Zong Jiu endured it and finally stepped on the demon's chest, looking down at him from above.
The Magician's toes were beautiful. Just like his hands, every inch of them was taut. They were exquisite like a piece of art on display.
Following the demon's angle, he could easily see the smooth and beautiful calves under the black blanket. Looking up, he could even see the faintly discernible liquid that he had purposely left in the other party's body not long ago, and was now pitifully dripping out due to the extent of her movements.
The man's golden eyes darkened.
He locked onto his prey. Danger. It was like a storm was brewing.
Just as Zong Jiu noticed his gaze and wanted to step on his face, the demon suddenly grabbed his ankle. With a sudden force, he turned around and pressed the Magician onto the thick carpet.
The sheet fell limply to the ground, together with the intertwining silver hair.
Black and white, the ultimate visual feast.
The man praised, "Baby, you're so beautiful."
Zong Jiu, who was temporarily suppressed due to his carelessness, didn't want to be outdone. He summoned the main system and added all the remaining Scam and Horror Instance Dungeons, including the survival points from the previous rating, to his basic physical attributes. He smiled coldly and wrestled with the demon.
Their battle was intense. They were evenly matched, neither of them willing to take a step back. But neither of them would always be at a disadvantage.
After a while, the Magician clung onto the demon's shoulder and bit down hard. The next second, the demon grabbed his neck from behind and pressed a deep brand on the back of his neck.
The smell of blood, which was as cold as iron, spread throughout their confrontation. It was undoubtedly the most exciting thing, causing the two's eyes to be dyed with a fighting spirit that was completely different from the past.
Not far away, shadows were slowly creeping around the battlefield.
Without their master's interference, they didn't dare to cross the line.
Even further away, Zong Jiu's cats were so scared that they all ran into the bathroom. They curled up into small balls and hid under the bathtub. The cats, who were usually sleepy, opened their eyes wide and their ears erect, paying attention to the wind and grass around them.
As they fought, the cold air seemed to be tainted with an inexplicable heat.
With their current open and honest attitude, it was obvious what kind of changes had occurred.
In this kind of intense battle where there was no obstruction, it was only natural that he would be able to do so.
The demon glanced at the Magician's wet mess, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.
He purposely exposed his weakness and waited for the magician to sit on top of him and proudly announce that he was the winner. Then, he smirked maliciously and grabbed the magician's slender ankle, penetrating him.
Zong Jiu grabbed the demon's hair, kicked the ground with one foot, and nimbly escaped.
There was a soft "pop" in the air, and they separated immediately after the contact.
Without the puppet strings and shadows, the demon wouldn't be able to gain the upper hand against the Magician.
But he never got tired of this game between him and the Magician, where he could get different rewards for grabbing and letting go.
It was another round of fighting.
It was no different from the previous battle filled with blood and bites.
They were like two ferocious beasts. Only they could smell each other's scent, and they shared their joy without caring about each other.
Further away, the sky was still dark.
Maybe it would never be.