The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Recalling what she had just done and what she had endured, Shirin wanted to cover her face and scream.

That's so shameful!

How could I have done such a thing? How could I...

But the more she thinks back, the more she reminisces about the joy she felt then.

A somewhat intoxicating joy.

Her lips moved slightly, she hugged the pillow in front of her tighter, stretched out her long legs again, and nudged Ning Feng.

It's all your fault!

Why are you so skilled at this?

Ning Feng, with his back to Xilin, silently tidied his clothes, smiling without saying a word.

why?

Are you questioning the page views of a tech guru?

Or are you underestimating the succubus's talent in this kind of thing?

As for the specific reason, you'll have to ask little Jiang Wan...

She made a cameo appearance, providing a lot of practical experience.

By the way, a world where magic exists is really convenient.

Ning Feng glanced discreetly at the clothes scattered on the ground, showing no trace of the recent horrific scene.

Even if clothes and sheets get soaked, they can be restored to dryness with a simple low-level cleaning spell.

How wonderful it is to be a spellcaster!

Unfortunately……

Looking at the torn stockings with pity, Ning Feng shook his head regretfully.

Using restoration techniques on clothing is a bit of a luxury.

However, it might actually be better this way.

Ning Feng's thoughts wandered aimlessly, and the helplessness and confusion he had felt earlier were released along with something precious.

His thinking has reached its peak.

This way of thinking is so fast that it even reminds one of a sage!

After grumbling for a while, Xilin pulled her fair, long legs back under the covers.

Feeling a little sleepy, she leaned back against the headboard and looked at Ning Feng.

His body has also undergone many changes.

It seems even more appealing than last time...

cough cough.

She shook her head and asked softly to Ning Feng, who was dressed neatly:

"So, now... have you come to your answer?"

Hearing this, Ning Feng paused for a moment, then stood up and turned to look at the elf, who looked beautiful from being nourished.

A smile appeared in his eyes as he smiled.

"not yet."

Without hesitation or pretense, he frankly revealed his shortcomings.

Even now, I still don't understand what depravity is.

It's too complicated.

It has also caused too many people to feel sad.

It's hard for anyone to explain exactly what it is.

"However, I've now figured something out."

He walked over to Shirin and reached out to stroke her cheek.

"I am not capable of taking care of everything yet. Right now, I cannot save everyone."

Ning Feng may have a promising future, but at least for now, he can only taste the bitterness caused by his lack of ability.

"Therefore, I no longer expect that I can save everyone in my current state."

Recognize your shortcomings and stop having unrealistic hopes.

Lowering his head, Ning Feng gently kissed Xilin's forehead, then winked at her.

"Another point is that although I can't make everyone happy, I can make everyone unhappy."

what?

Startled, Xilin sensed something was off about his words, but still followed up by asking:

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Now?"

A simple, silver-white longsword was drawn from the void. Ning Feng felt the power within it and chuckled softly.

"I plan to go into someone else's dream and cause a huge scene."

However, that smile looked a little...

Danger.

……

……

Margaret remained trapped, her consciousness teetering on the edge of collapse and lucidity.

Every moment, she felt she was about to succumb to the desires rising within her.

Every single moment.

It was as hellish as hell.

You can't live, you can't die.

"This is... a trial..."

Card……

The incongruous voice brought her to her senses for a moment, and she turned to look in the direction from which it came.

card!

The space before them shattered like a mirror panel, and a figure stepped out from the broken void.

Good evening, miss.

Removing her hat, the gentlemanly succubus gracefully bowed and smiled at the Sleeping Beauty, who was willingly isolating herself.

"I'm bothering you again."

With a warm smile, he repeated it again.

"I'm here... sorry to bother you."

---Aside---

Don't worry, Ning Feng is a man who knows when to do what needs to be done. (Confirmed)

By the way, my goal was to get an extra chapter if I get over 500 monthly votes. I wonder if I'll be able to do that this month. (hint)

Chapter 153 What I want to do doesn't need your consent.

Good evening...or perhaps there is no night here?

The elegantly dressed gentleman touched his chest, seemingly trying to find his pocket watch to check the time, but couldn't find it. In the end, he only took out a pair of glasses and put them on.

hum.

A buzzing sound that no one could hear echoed in their ears.

The dream contained a sense of something foreign.

It was as if something enormous was forcibly squeezing into a space that didn't belong to it.

Savage.

They don't care about the other person's feelings at all.

It rampaged around inside.

The pain, the pain Margaret was already enduring, began to intensify.

She forced back the feeling that her soul was being torn apart and spoke with difficulty:

"How...did you come back?"

Margaret didn't know if she was dreaming; she just felt it was absurd.

What's happening here?

What exactly is this man trying to do?

What does his presence here signify?

Why did you have to be so ungrateful to come back?!

If you don't leave, this world will become your prison!

Why are you unwilling to obediently listen to others?

"I've already said it, I don't need your help!"

Splash!

Struggling, Margaret raised her head and glared at the man who was inches away.