Shadow of the Evil God

"How can you be so low-moral?" Firth said angrily. "I know everything you did! Even if Corinne was there, you would still go over to her, right? You wouldn't care if Corinne was my mother."

"Don't say that. Although from what you see, Corini must be very beautiful."

Cesar said casually. Maybe he was mentally exhausted, and some of his words were hard to control, so he said them carelessly. Of course, with his personality

, and indeed, she wouldn't care if the other person was the mother of an acquaintance. Upon hearing this, Phils grabbed his hair and pulled him back, throwing her legs over his shoulders and stretching them forward, finally crossing them in front of his neck and strangling him tightly.

His neck was stuck, his throat was stuck, as if

A suffocating sensation followed, making him feel dizzy. At the same time, the dog's face reached out. Her red eyes didn't blink, and she sat silently beside him, watching, as if assessing his mortality risk.

Phils reached out and grabbed his chin, twisting his face upwards, forcing him to look up at her. "If you have even the slightest bit of embarrassment in your heart, you should listen to me now, right?"

"I'll do whatever you say," Cesar said, coughing and trying to catch his breath. Though Phils wasn't very strong, her legs were stronger than her arms. He could pry them apart with a little force, but it would inevitably hurt her. Her face darkened dramatically, and the corners of her lips curved downward. It was clear that Phils had seen what he had done, but at least she wanted to negotiate terms rather than die with him.

For his own sake, he'd better concentrate.

Fils twisted his face hard and said, "Then tell me, do you have no moral burden at all in this matter?"

"To be honest, a little, but not much."

Her expression was gloomy. "Have you done a lot of this before?"

"Well, people have to find something to do to relieve their boredom."

Fils lowered her head, almost eye to eye. She barely blinked, her tone completely flat. She asked, "Has anyone else ever questioned you like this?"

“I didn’t get this close to people before.”

She stared at him intently. "You mean we won't have sex?"

"It just means to have sex."

"What do you mean by just having sex?"

Cesar pondered for a moment, trying to choose his words, but she clasped her legs tighter and twisted her hands harder. Gouzi, seemingly unconcerned as long as he survived, even leaned in to observe him, as if that was something she admired. His suffocation worsened, his dizziness growing more intense, so he hurriedly formed two sentences.

"It means I'm just, uh, having sex, and I'm not going to go too far."

"Is it too much to consider the feeling of suffocation as part of intercourse?" Her tone became increasingly gloomy.

"How did you know that the feeling of suffocation can also be—"

Firth tightened her grip around his legs, choking him back, then loosened her grip slightly. "This is the knowledge our ancestors passed down to us. Do you have any objections?"

"I have no objection! Your ancestors were great and did a great job. But I wouldn't do anything so extreme. You'd better examine your ancestors' records and not accept them all. I think this is a very beautiful and positive thing, and it shouldn't be accompanied by pain, suffocation, and..."

"I want to suffocate you, making your face turn red and beg me to let you go. I also want to bite your tongue and suck your blood, cut your fingers and lick your wounds, and leave bruises all over your body. This can relieve my inner depression and express my suppressed emotions. Although you will be very uncomfortable, I will feel very comfortable. What do you think?"

Cesar paused.

"You don't always think this way, do you?" he asked tentatively.

"That's what I've been thinking all along," Phils replied nonchalantly. "I don't want to say it, but seeing how you're acting, if I don't, I'll just have to watch you go out and relieve your boredom, while I won't be able to relieve the annoyance in my heart."

"If I agree to whatever you say in this matter, can you also let me go a little?" he continued to ask tentatively.

"You can let go a little, but not much," she replied in the same way. "It all depends on my mood, so to put me in a better mood, you should start by licking my feet to please me. Use your tongue to lick my toes carefully, and don't touch them with your fingers. If I tell you where it itches, you can scratch it with the pointy part of your canine teeth. If your canine teeth are not sharp enough, I will sharpen them with a file."

Although his face was tilted upwards by Philis's grip on his throat, he felt dizzy and his breathing was extremely difficult, Cesar still tried his best to force a smile at her and nodded in agreement.

The guy didn't smile. She just pushed him down on the bed and then sat on his chest.

Phils sat on Cesar, studying him for a moment. She tried to reach out with her foot, but immediately pulled it back. She grabbed his face again, bent down, and opened her mouth to sink her teeth into his lips. The sharpness of her canines was terrifying. He ducked in fright, and she missed.

"You're not allowed to hide!" She was so angry that her cheeks puffed up and her face turned red. "You said you would cooperate with me and please me!"

Cesar curled his lips. “Aren’t we talking about licking your feet?”

Phils pressed her face hard against his, her canine teeth rubbing against his ears: "Now I don't want to bite your mouth, stick out your tongue and let me bite it!"

"Well, people have an instinct to avoid pain. Your canine teeth are so sharp, I subconsciously want to avoid you. It's not my fault."

"You mean to say this instinct is beyond your control?"

"That's right, unless you restrain me."

"But I don't have enough strength..." she muttered softly.

"Then we can talk about it later, what do you think?"

"We can't talk about it later," Firth immediately denied. She looked around and immediately found a suitable target: "Let her do it."

Cesar subconsciously glanced at the faceless person who looked indifferent: "She? What?"

"She doesn't obey my orders, but she obeys yours.

, and you obey my orders. I asked you to ask her to come and restrain you, so you have to let her come and restrain you, is there anything wrong with that?"

She spoke as if it were a feudal lord and his vassals and peasants.

"Yeah, uh, yeah," Cesar said.

"Then let it come over."

Cesar had no choice but to ask Gouzi to come over and help. The guy didn't refuse, just came over and hugged him, let him lean against her chest, and then forcefully pried his mouth open. He struggled to move his lower facial muscles, but his mouth couldn't open any wider, nor could it close. He could only watch as Phils stuck her finger into his mouth for a long time.

Phils poked and prodded, glaring at him with disapproval. When his mouth was stretched to a pulp, she grabbed his tongue, pulled it out, and bit it. Cesar's eyes widened as he felt a sharp pain and blood splattered all over his mouth. If he weren't already susceptible to death from blood loss, he might have ended up biting his tongue to death.

She scratched his chest with her nails while pursing her lips, biting and pulling his tongue out until it was completely trapped in her mouth. Cesar took a long breath, the stinging pain lingering as he felt the softness of her thin lips. His injured tongue was trapped between them, tightly wrapped by her saliva-filled mouth, causing him to lose consciousness.

She first bit with her fangs, then licked with her soft tongue, clinging to it like a little snake, sliding over every inch of the tongue. Her snake tongue licked back and forth at his wound, and her small mouth took it in and sucked hard, which made people feel stinging and numb.

Phils seemed satisfied with the licking, so she stuck out her tongue and wiped the corner of her lips, which were oozing blood. She took a small bottle and placed her bare feet on his chest. A stream of water flowed down her calf and formed a clear stream on the arch of her foot.

The dog finally let go of his mouth and blinked at him innocently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Don't you have any doubts in your mind?" Cesar asked her.

"Isn't this the pleasure of sex?" Gou Zi asked back, "Bai Yan even enjoys stabbing people with a dagger."

"I said, could you please stop mentioning the eye rolls and don't tell me about his extreme hobbies."

Firth poured the entire bottle of light blue herbal juice onto her feet, then pushed them against his face. Her face was already flushed, but the corners of her lips were still curved downwards. "This is what I mixed to heal your wound. I don't want to apply it on you now. Use your still bleeding tongue to lick it clean for me, until there's not a drop left."

"If you hadn't bitten my tongue, this wouldn't have been difficult," Cesar complained.

"That's why I wanted to bite your tongue!" She glared at him. "I wanted to see if you could bear the pain more or if you enjoyed it more."

Hearing this, Cesar ran the tip of his tongue along the concave arch of her foot. Phils immediately pursed her lips tightly, and her slender toes tensed and stretched straight.

"If you can't help it, you don't have to hold your breath with your lips pursed," he said.

Phils pushed harder and pressed her toes against his nose. "Stop talking!"

Chapter 46: There is only so much skin on the human body

Cesar found it difficult to describe the way Phils expressed her feelings. On the surface, she seemed clumsy, but in fact, she was crazy and not only disrespectful but also had a strong sense of pain. She was extremely obsessed with mutual possession, as if she wanted to merge her whole soul and body to be satisfied. As if physical contact was not enough and she had to explore deeper into the surface.

Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that she has been surrounded by corpses, altars, and evil monsters since she was a child.

Although Firth had learned to feign indifference, following the example of the Count and his companions, she might not possess normal emotional awareness deep down. A while ago, after a few drinks, she had taken advantage of this opportunity to cling to him all night, her teeth biting into his neck and shoulders, her nails clawing at his back and even the back of his head, like a spider gone wild. By morning, Firth hadn't let go, her canine teeth already sinking into his flesh.

If Phils had bitten his lips at that time, his lips would have sunk in by the early morning of the next day.

As an alien species, the dog is extremely tolerant in terms of love and desire. This guy is clearly a human, but behaves like an alien, which makes Cesar feel a sense of identity reversal.

Yet, perhaps it was precisely because Phils was human that she displayed such a strong sense of self, unwilling to give in. While the Faceless One lacked common sense, repeatedly fooling Cesar into thinking she was raising a child, aside from her identity as a dog—a person without a role model—she was more like a composite of both her father and mother.

The so-called father and mother actually represent the omnipresent sense of tolerance.

When the Faceless One plays Libio, he's essentially using Libio's identity to be the perfect father, ultimately embodying that identity with his father's sacrifice. Furthermore, when the fake white eyes protect his escape, and when she feeds him fish at the harbor, they're both displaying the characteristics of both his father and mother.

Even if Cesar asked her to be a dog, a non-existent person who would make her look innocent and ignorant,

She accepted this without any objection and acted like an ignorant child.

This is also a concession and an accommodation.

The Faceless One didn't offer any opinions, nor did she refuse. He took a few steps forward, and she took a few steps back. This was actually what annoyed Cesar the most.

:9三6壹!999This kind of tolerance can make people addicted and intoxicated, but it is unreasonable. It comes from an inexplicable contract, and the other end is connected to an even more unreasonable alien god.

Could it be that just because the Faceless One had devoured him whole once and reborn him, she was his mother in this world? Was it because of this that she was so tolerant?

This idea is really incredible.

Soon, the stinging sensation of his tongue made Cesar realize that people's ways of expressing their love were not entirely consistent, and sometimes they were far from their apparent personalities. The best opportunity to spy on a person was to appreciate the way they acted in bed.

Phils placed her bare little foot on his face, sometimes bent like a crescent moon, using her slender toes to pin his tongue, and sometimes straightened, her face flushing red as he licked the soft flesh on the sole of her foot. Her shiny leg also bent slightly, sometimes rising, sometimes retracting, as playful and mischievous as her little foot, almost creating a kind of enchanting magic.

Cesar bit her toe, his teeth scraping across the rounded pad, biting it inwards, and then gently sucking on it. This toe was exquisitely adorable, soaked in hot water until it was white and soft, making him want to savor it with his teeth and tongue. He could not only lick the potion off the toe, but even lick off a layer of skin.

At this moment, Phils rubbed her snow-white buttocks against his belly, her whole body agitated, and she tilted her head back, turned her face away, and bit her lower lip, which was glistening with saliva. And his mouth, which kept breathing out hot air, gradually kissed her instep, feeling the distinct joints of her soles.

He grasped her calf, pinching her delicate calf and gently massaging it. He bit the instep of her foot with his upper teeth and the sole of her foot with his lower teeth, tracing from the ball of her foot across the entire soft arch, all the way to her ankle and heel. Her breathing intensified, and Cesar immediately bit down with his lower teeth, digging into the skin of her heel.

This warm little foot is really elastic.

Phils couldn't hold back her low moans, which gradually rose in pitch until they became high-pitched, almost uncontrollable whimpers. At the same time, her legs rubbed back and forth, and a stream of clear liquid splashed onto his chest and dripped down.

He kissed her ankle joints and then moved up along her calves to her warm knees, then bit a small bite in the hollow, just like she bit his neck and shoulders. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she leaned over, strangled his neck with both hands, opened her mouth and bit his lips, making his mouth sink into it.

Another stinging kiss followed. Phils bit and licked the blood from his mouth, whispering indistinct words into his ear. Finally, she thrust both index fingers into his mouth, scratching it. Her face showed no ecstasy, only dissatisfaction. Even with a blush on her face, she kept her lips pursed, as if she could never find spiritual satisfaction and so wanted to continue this behavior forever.

Cesar asked her what it took to be satisfied.

"I don't know," said Phils, and then added, "There'll be plenty of time to try later. I'm going to try everything I can. When you get a knife and I can heal you quickly, I'll stab you."

"Uh, what did you say?"

"With this hope as my goal, I will study even harder how to heal your wounds. Once others can no longer kill you with their stabs, I will be able to poke and bite you as much as I please."

"There's only so much skin on a person's body." Cesar regretted saying it as soon as he finished speaking, because he discovered that this sentence had another potential meaning.

Phils immediately declared, "I can also cut open your flesh and admire your internal organs! I want to bite your heart, lick your lungs, and kiss your stomach and liver! Yes, one day I can do that, and you have to stay awake and watch me do it with your eyes wide open."

Then she bit his hand, biting his index and middle fingers all the way down until the tips of his fingers touched her throat. "Hold me," she murmured. "If you make me feel too much pain, I'll bite your fingers off. Of course I won't eat them. I'll reattach them to you later."

Fils was very thin, with a young chest and a delicate waist. In his eyes, she looked like a child. Only her legs had gained some weight from the arduous journey, and her hips were round, so she couldn't be called narrow. "I can't guarantee it. You look not only petite, but also fragile," Cesar said, pushing himself up and holding her with his free hand, pinching the soft flesh at her waist.

"You only say that because you're tall and strong."

She bit his finger, her body already pressed against him. In fact, he had restrained himself for so long because he felt that he would inevitably hurt her, and he also knew that he couldn't restrain himself for much longer. If she had just slept with him silently like she used to, it would have been fine. But now that she was so impulsive, his personal moral level had plummeted to the bottom.

As Cesar pierced her, his fingers were instantly stung with pain. Blood spurted from both ends, and he bit harder, causing her to bite harder.

When Phils finally let go

His fingers, he bit her bloody lips, hugged her and kissed her. Her buttocks in his palms were like two smooth velvet cushions, delicate and smooth to the touch, his fingers sank into them, leaving clearly visible scratches.

She began to cry, half in pain and half in anger. Sometimes she asked him to be gentler, and sometimes she wanted to bite his neck and shoulders. She was basically fighting with him.

"Wait a minute," her face flushed, making her look pitiful, "I, I'll cast a spell first to avoid--" She screamed and bent her body backward in his arms like a soft willow branch.

After a while, Phils came over and bit his shoulder while panting and crying. "You bastard, I haven't avoided, avoided--"

"This has nothing to do with what happened to you, it has to do with what happened to me," Cesar reminded him.

"Is that so?" she grunted, shifting her hips in a way that made him gasp. "I don't know the details," she said, "except that we should avoid getting pregnant at this time. Just cast a spell, and then we can do whatever we want."

After Firth's spell was finished, they continued beside each other, thrashing back and forth on the bed. The second time, she was still trembling with desire, and the third time, she was completely unconscious. "That's all, you have training tomorrow," Firth muttered. "Now you should forget about what happened in the bell tower."

Cesar pulled the quilt over him. In the warmth of the fireplace, he could feel her skin burning. She stroked his chest with her small hands, her expression revealing something she wasn't thinking, but it tickled him.

"Maybe we should clean it up first," he said.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Her voice was a little nervous.

"Why is it Ming..." Cesar felt a little numb under his body, "Why is it still like this? Tell me the truth, I've let you bite me so many times."

"Uh, I was half-conscious earlier and used the wrong inner language, which led to a misalignment between the two semantics that complemented the outer language. The result was that I paralyzed your physiological activity instead of blocking it. But!" Phils immediately declared, "To express my apology, you can keep it in my body forever. When the effects wear off in the early morning, I'll apply the medicine to you. I guarantee it won't die."

"I don't know what this apology means, but if you ever need to cast a spell for the first time and don't have any practical experience, you could warn me in advance."

Chapter 47 Your Ancestors Are a Little Too Extreme

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When Cesar woke up, he found that they had really spent the whole night like this, both lying on their sides, in the same position. However, he still felt numb and stiff.

Last night, half asleep, half awake, the stiffened snake was still halfway free, but by the end of the night, it had sunk to the bottom. It seemed to be making careful, minute-by-minute advances, determined to find ample space. All night, it crawled through the passage like a sleepwalker, gradually pushing past obstacles until it finally hid at the very bottom.

It makes full use of every tiny space to shield its body, fitting perfectly into it, so that even a little more space cannot enter.

If Cesar had done it himself while he was sober, he would not have been able to do it to this extent.

Phils's eyes were still closed, her long, soft lashes draped over her irises. She looked unaware, but she was actually feigning sleep, a flickering movement when he wasn't paying attention. Her head rested on his left arm, her hands clutching his right wrist, resting on her chest. Even in her dreams, she gnawed on his fingers, leaving a wet mess and numerous teeth marks.