Zongman: Reincarnation in the Other World, but Goblin

At that time, she couldn't get out of bed the next morning. She felt a burning pain when she moved a little. The pain didn't ease until the third day.

Fortunately, Lady Gavina was there and cast healing magic on her, otherwise she would have had to stay in bed that day.

"Jana, it's actually okay... we can get up at noon." She looked away guiltily with an unnatural smile on her face.

"Oh, really?" Eliza came closer playfully, her eyes full of teasing, "But I remember someone didn't even get up at noon."

Janna blushed even more, and she hit Eliza lightly, "You little girl, stop making fun of me."

"Okay, okay, I won't say any more." Eliza smiled and waved her hand, "But, Freya should be very happy tonight."

"Well, Lorraine is very gentle to her." Janna nodded, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes, "She will be fine..."

“Is this…is this so…”

Babel didn't notice anything strange about Janna, but instead began to think about what would happen to him.

“Ah…” Janna suddenly had an idea and her expression became a little strange.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Janna?"

Babel asked with full of curiosity, his tone tinged with concern.

Janna came back to her senses and raised her lips slightly, "Nothing, just thought of something interesting."

"It goes without saying." Janna nodded slightly, a sly smile flickering in her eyes. "But I'm really curious, what time will Freya wake up this afternoon?"

Babel couldn't help laughing, "Hmm... that stupid princess has such a good physique, maybe she can get up earlier? After all, she is the highest level among us, almost on par with brother Lorraine~"

"Uh... is it that exaggerated?"

Anne, who had been sitting aside and eating the barbecue seriously, opened her eyes wide with an expression of disbelief on her face. After all, she had never personally experienced the scene described by Bronya.

Although Janna had mentioned related topics when chatting with them before, it was just talk on paper after all. Lacking real experience, she found it difficult to understand the profound meaning contained in it.

"That's not an exaggeration at all, little sister Annie."

Xu Leiya sighed softly, her tone revealing the vicissitudes of life of a person who has experienced it all.

Although she looks as cute as a little girl, she speaks in a very mature manner: "When you are tortured like me for a whole night one day, you will understand."

"Hmm..." Hearing this, little Annie couldn't help but blushing, and muttered softly: "Huh! I knew it, that pervert! He actually harmed so many sisters, and he always touches my thighs, how hateful!"

As she said this, she angrily took a bite of the barbecue in her hand, as if she was biting Lorraine's big barbecue skewer, wanting to vent her anger on her sisters.

After swallowing a mouthful of barbecue, she stole a glance at the plump lizardwoman sister beside her. Unable to suppress her strong curiosity, she whispered, "Sister Cana, did you not get up until the afternoon of the next day the first time?"

Janna's thoughts were brought back to the night of her first experience, and a faint blush instantly appeared on her cheeks.

She didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the other concubines, smiled a little uncomfortably, and replied softly: "Well, it's actually okay... I'm just a little tired."

As she spoke, she deliberately shifted her gaze, as if trying to hide her inner shyness and embarrassment.

"Canna, can you please stop interrupting us?" Bronya interrupted their conversation and brought attention back to the main topic.

"It's nothing serious..." Janna sighed, "It just occurred to me that Babel and Freya prepared a lot of leeks, oysters, kidneys and other things for Lord Lorraine yesterday."

Babel immediately understood what Janna meant and his face turned even redder. “Yes, we put a lot of thought into replenishing Lorraine’s body last night.”

Janna blinked and said with a hint of mischief in her tone, "Then we can only wish Freya good luck."

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On the other side, in Freya's room.

The passion in Lorraine's heart surged like a tide. His hand gently stroked Freya's cheek, feeling her warmth and tenderness.

Freya closed her eyes tightly, soaking in this loving moment. Her body trembled slightly, a resonance of happiness rather than a tremor of nervousness.

Freya raised her head slightly, and her beautiful face looked even more elegant and refined in the moonlight.

Her eyes, as bright as gems, were now gazing lovingly at the strong boy in front of her - Lorraine.

She gently stretched out her white, jade-like, work-of-art arms and gently hooked them around Lorraine's neck. Her movements were so natural, as if she had done this countless times.

Her warm breath gently brushed past Lorraine's ears, carrying with it a faint fragrance.

Her voice was like the sound of nature, and she whispered softly: "Lorraine...please treat me gently."

Along with her gentle voice, the white sheets seemed to feel the tenderness and quietly stained with a faint blush. This blush was particularly eye-catching on the white sheets, as if adding a different color to this romantic encounter.

Because Freya has a unique physical condition, and the repair potion she developed herself can repair the damaged magic barrier, so as long as she is willing, every intimate contact with Lorraine can be as beautiful and dreamy as an angel descending.

In this fantasy world, their love story is like a beautiful piece of music, playing in every corner.

And because when Freya and Lorraine first met, they didn't know each other and had some misunderstandings and even fought. Now Freya decided to do this in order to make up for the impact she had on Lorraine at that time, allowing Lorraine to experience her new magic barrier again.

Lorraine kissed the corner of Freya's eyes gently, licking the tears that seeped out of pain.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Lorraine whispered to comfort her, gently stroking her cheek.

Freya's long legs tightly wrapped around Lorraine's waist. The pain and satisfaction surged into her mind, almost making her consciousness a little blurred.

Unexpectedly, after Lorraine returned from the Lizardman Tribe, the scale of the disaster was even more terrifying than before.

At this moment, Freya also felt that she was a little careless and should not have used so many repair potions.

However, this is only the beginning and the night is still long.

Lorraine's movements were gentle yet firm, and every one of his actions was full of affection.

Freya finally realized the consequences of Lorraine's tonic, and her body was dancing along to the beautiful rhythm of the music.

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Chapter 205 Freya: Master, how come you are so powerful?

"Um... Master Lorraine~ How... How did you become so powerful?"

Freya narrowed her beautiful eyes, and looked at Lorraine with a hint of coquettishness and expectation while whispering. Her eyes flashed with endless desire for Lorraine, but also a little worried, afraid that her physical strength could not keep up.

Lorraine smiled, with a sly look in her eyes, "Hehe, you little pink rascal, I asked you to add so much toppings to me, do you regret it now?"

Freya pouted, with a hint of grievance in her eyes, "Who told you to be so domineering? I just want to help you become stronger."

Luo Lin's mouth curled up slightly, and he touched her head lovingly, "Okay, don't worry, I will control the strength."

He waved his fingers gently and continued the magic ritual of applying magic liquid to Freya.

Freya felt the warm magic liquid gradually covering her body, and every drop brought a gentle touch. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling the delicacy and tenderness when Lorraine cast magic.

"Lorraine, you've really changed." Freya said softly, with a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Well, yes, in order to protect you, I have to become stronger."

Lorraine replied in a low voice, with determination in her voice.

He performed the magic ritual with great concentration, his fingers gently stroking the air, each movement filled with power and tenderness.

Freya felt the power of magic flowing through her body, and her worries gradually dissipated.

She opened her eyes and looked at Lorraine's serious and focused expression, her heart filled with warmth and gratitude.

Then Lorraine began to inject the magic liquid with all his strength, and the following things happened:

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After two rounds of fierce fighting, Freya felt that her physical strength was gradually exhausted.

She was once chosen as a candidate for the Hero of Magic because of her extraordinary talent, but this also meant that she devoted most of her time and energy to the study of magic and knew almost nothing about physical labor.

On weekdays, no matter the big or small matters in life or the various trivial matters in cultivation, the servants took care of them carefully and she didn't need to do it herself.

However, it is this long-term pampering that makes Freya so vulnerable when facing real challenges.

When Lorraine released the powerful magic liquid again, Freya finally realized that she had reached her limit.

Her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, her breathing became rapid, and the images in front of her eyes began to blur.

Although she was filled with reluctance, her body was as honest as a traitor and told her mercilessly that she could not hold on any longer.

At this moment, Freya had no other choice but to put down her proud head and self-esteem and beg Lorraine: "Please... don't go on..."

There was a hint of trembling and despair in her voice, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

Lorraine held Snow Milk's white penis tightly, leaned close to Freya's ear, and whispered softly, "Don't worry, I will always be by your side to protect you and will never go in..."

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"I'm sorry... I couldn't help it... You are so attractive, I just can't resist your charm..."

"Really?" Freya's voice was mixed with some joy that was hard to conceal, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"Although it is a little difficult to accept such a huge amount of magic power for a while, I think I can endure it."

Three fifty-seven in the morning...

"Hmm... isn't it... over yet?"

"It's almost over...it will be over soon..."

"That...that won't work...Huh,...Huh...It's still early...I won't allow you to get married so soon...

"Okay, I'll try my best...

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Lorraine could no longer hear anything. He seemed to be back on the battlefield, commanding his troops to advance towards the enemy like a tidal wave. Bullets cut through the air, making sharp whistles and whistling past his ears.

When the shells exploded, huge orange-red flames illuminated the surroundings. The troops rushed into the enemy positions like waves, engaging in close combat with the enemy, with sparks flying between swords and shadows. Lorraine's brave attack ignited the passion of the soldiers, shouting and attacking one wave after another, without any retreat.

In the midst of the war, Freya's heart returned to her childhood. It was a night when her father, who was full of poetic inspiration, took her on a night tour of Dongting Lake.

When the boat reached the center of the lake, a storm arose. She lay in the cabin of the sloop, feeling the surge of the waves, which caused the fragile boat to shake violently.

The strong wind and heavy rain lashed the ship like countless whips, and the ship sometimes jumped to the top of the waves and sometimes fell heavily to the bottom of the valley.

In the intense dizziness, she felt a pleasure of being freed from the restraints.

Suddenly, the storm swept across the lake and rolled away, and the lake returned to calm. The black-sailed boat drifted quietly with the waves, the hull swaying gently.

The bright moon was reflected on the water, and the fishing lights flickered in the distance, like a quiet painting. Freya seemed to hear Fan Zhongyan's poem: "The long smoke cleared, the bright moon a thousand miles away, the floating light shines like gold, the still shadow sinks into the jade. The fishermen sang to each other, what a joy."

At this moment, she felt unprecedentedly tired, as if she had experienced a battle with the wind and waves, as if all the sea spirit of her life was revealed at this moment.

Just like a long and exhausted desert traveler who finally gets a moment of peace.