Void Beetle Evolution Guide

The quiet moonlight poured into the room through the window, casting faint shadows on the plump body under the thin nightgown. A pair of smooth feet stepped on the sustain pedal from time to time, and her expression was so gentle that she seemed to have walked out of a painting. Everything looked so beautiful.

However, based on the Wild Hunt's understanding of her, this is most likely just a pretense.

Cassiopeia is not a woman who would be content to waste her time on such meaningless things.

"How come I didn't know you could play the piano?"

"Master?! When did you come?!" The sudden voice in her mind startled Cassiopeia, and the music under her fingers stopped abruptly.

She stood up excitedly, her slender fingers clenched into fists, her words revealing irrepressible excitement, without any trace of her previous calmness.

But she immediately realized that she should answer questions rather than ask them.

"I was so bored when you were away. Even my mother didn't want me to practice the black magic too much, so I could only play the piano to kill time."

Cassiopeia answered in a very aggrieved tone, as if the meaning of her existence was to serve her master, and she didn't know what to do if she didn't follow the Wild Hunt.

The Wild Hunter smiled. It was just for fun. She might really think so, but it was unknown whether she actually did it.Mei I miss you Mei Kong Yong Lin You Yong......

"Then there's no need to practice the piano so late at night. It would be bad if it disturbs other people's sleep."

The Wild Hunt appeared from behind Cassiopeia, who immediately turned around and hugged his neck tightly when she heard the change in voice.

"If I'm not focused enough, how can I convey my thoughts to my master who is far away?" She lifted her legs and hung her body, which was only in a thin nightgown, on him. She pressed her plump breasts against Kuanglie's chest and whispered in his ear, like a coquettish little woman.

"The maids will leave after finishing all the housework during the day. Now there are only my mother and I in the mansion. Instead of letting me practice black magic and become possessed, she thinks it is better for me to practice the piano. She will leave me alone." After she finished speaking, she immediately moved her red lips forward, but the Wild Hunt turned his head to avoid her kiss.

"Is that true?" Wild Hunter said, looking at the moon outside the window, "Playing the piano under the moonlight is indeed very artistic, but given the location of this piano, if you keep playing it during the day it will inevitably be exposed to direct sunlight, and the humidity will constantly change, which will affect the tone over time. I just heard that this piano is in good condition, and it is basically not out of tune, which means that you either don't play it as often as you said, or you just hired a tuner not long ago... Am I right?"

"So you also know how to play the piano. I was careless." Cassiopeia blushed and didn't have the nerve to continue lying. With the Wild Hunt's insight, he could easily expose her lies. It would be bad if she was stubborn and angered him.

"Actually, I learned the news from the inside about the Shadow Island. Thinking that the master would be back soon, I hurriedly picked up the piano I had practiced before and wanted to perform in front of you. Otherwise, what kind of person do you think would play the piano in the cold middle of the night with makeup on and only a thin skirt?"

The Wild Hunt smiled knowingly, as expected his previous guess was correct. He put one hand around Cassiopeia's slender waist and the other hand went down to cover her perky buttocks, caressing them through her thin skirt with a special flavor.

"I thought you weren't cold."

"It's cold but worth it. As long as I'm held by you, Cassiopeia won't feel cold."

After receiving the signal, Cassiopeia immediately reached down and gently stroked the hot meat stick. She had been feeling the stimulation since just now.

What she said reminded Crazy Hunter of some female anchors who play the piano. Not many people watch their serious piano playing, but when they start playing the piano in a borderline way, their number of views skyrocketed, and they were taught a hard lesson by reality.

What Cassiopeia did was no different from what they did, the only difference was that she only wiped it for the Wild Hunt to see.

He has some small suggestions in this regard.

"To be honest, I don't hate your little tricks. If you want to please me, you can put more effort into your clothes. For example, elegant musical instruments should be paired with formal wear..."

"I thought you'd like me to dress a little cooler."

"Dresses can be cool, and you may not know that maid outfits can also be cool..."

"Maid outfit?" Cassiopeia looked up in confusion. "It's so plain and the skirt is so long. What's so good about it?"

"We are not talking about the same thing. Just alter it to suit your taste. Of course, if it's too cold in the middle of the night, there's no need to wear so little and wait. It won't be too late to change when I get here."

"Okay, I know what you mean."

The Wild Hunt's concern for his followers reveals a touch of humanity, which is what Cassiopeia likes most about him.

With her sweet agreement, the topic of cross-dressing ended there.

The Wild Hunt also took this opportunity to take out Lord Michael and hand it to Cassiopeia.

"This is the gift I promised to bring you. It's called the Holy Grail, and it can keep a corpse from decaying. It's very simple to use. Just pour water into the Holy Grail and feed it to the corpse. As for why I chose this..."

The Wild Hunt briefly explained to Cassiopeia the origins of Lord Michael.

Of course, this is a beautified version - the infatuated king, in a rage, to save the assassinated queen, flattened the enemy country to obtain the Holy Grail, kept the queen's body intact, and tried every means to resurrect her, even if it meant being spurned by the world.

As he expected, no woman could refuse the deep love behind this gift. Even a wicked woman like Cassiopeia was moved and held the Holy Grail with tears in her eyes.

It was not just a casual act, and she was no longer at the age where she would be moved to tears by a tragic love story.

What really touched her was the thoughtfulness of the Wild Hunter in selecting the gift.

The gift itself is not important, what matters is the thought behind it.

Chapter 200: Tuning the piano? Flirting!

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"Are you really going to give me such a precious gift?" Cassiopeia held up Saint Michael and confirmed carefully.

"They're not very precious. The most practical use of them is to put some fruit and wine in them to keep them from spoiling." The Wild Hunter said casually, as if what he gave away was not some precious national heirloom, but just a small item that could be found everywhere at a roadside stall.

"You underestimate it. If doctors knew there was a container that could hold organs without them rotting, I wonder how crazy they would go." Cassiopeia praised its magic and had already thought of ten thousand ways to use it.

"If you like it, take it." Since the World Rune, the only thing that the Wild Hunt lacks now is that he can't revive the dead. There is no injury that he and Kai'Sa can't heal, so naturally he doesn't like this thing.

"Hmm~" Cassiopeia put the Holy Grail aside. It was not that she did not value this holy object, but she had more important things to do. She grabbed the Wild Hunter's hand, placed it on her private parts, and pressed her hand against the pair of small hills: "Master, Master~ Cassiopeia has been following your instructions and has not masturbated during this period of time. Come on, feel it, it's very wet inside."

The femme fatale was so impatient that she almost pushed her hips up to let the Wild Hunter touch her. He rubbed it with his fingers for a few times, vaguely feeling a dampness coming through the fabric, and the air was also stained with a faint silver smell.

“How can it be wet if it hasn’t been touched?” The Wild Hunter asked his soul-searching question.

"Because I'm the master's sex slave, I get wet as soon as I touch the master's private parts~" Cassiopeia immediately put the Wild Hunt's index finger into her mouth and sucked it, while raising her eyelids and looking at him with a drawn look.

"You're so perverted, how could I have a sex slave like you."

The rubbing of the fingertips brought a slight tingling sensation, and coupled with the master's insults and disgusted looks, Cassiopeia's breathing suddenly became rapid.

She was a good girl in her parents' eyes, and no one had ever scolded her since she was old enough to understand. Therefore, Cassiopeia's tolerance limit was very low.

If someone spoke rudely to her face, given her vengeful personality, she would definitely find a way to bite back with her venomous fangs.

Only the insults from the Wild Hunter could make her feel extremely excited, with streams of heat surging from deep within her body, which she would try every means to suck back.

"Well--"

Cassiopeia continued to hold the Wild Hunt's index finger in her mouth, while lifting the hem of her skirt with both hands. The Wild Hunt accepted her invitation and reached into the black lace fabric.

The garden was flooded with liquid and needed a gardener to take care of it. The crystal liquid was all over my thighs, and the narrow triangle of cloth could not resist the flood.

It seemed that no foreplay was needed, as Cassiopeia was ready to be penetrated. However, the Wild Hunt still pinched the flower bud with two fingers, kneading it gently, constantly provoking the sensitive nerves of the femme fatale.

The passionate moans came softly in the depths of her throat, and before she entered, Cassiopeia's hips were already twitching in extreme excitement.

The Wild Hunter grabbed Cassiopeia's fat hips and lifted her up. After pulling her fingers away, she felt a little empty in her mouth, so she hugged the Wild Hunter's neck and put her face into his neck.

The cool, thin red lips kept breathing and kissed his cheek gently, as if looking for a warm nest for the lonely tongue.

While they were kissing passionately, he placed the femme fatale on the piano. As soon as her plump and elastic buttocks touched the black and white keys, the piano below her began to moan indiscriminately, speaking for Cassiopeia, whose mouth was blocked.

"Hmm... Hmm... Hmm?!" Cassiopeia was startled when she heard the sound, and quickly asked the Wild Hunt in a humming sound that only she could hear, asking if he was really going to do it on the piano?

The Wild Hunter answered her with practical actions. He tore open the already wet cloth with one hand, and rubbed a gap in the tightly closed nest. Then he raised his ferocious python and let it in, greedily exploring every area he could reach and sinking into the deepest part.

Cassiopeia's upper mouth was blocked, but her lower mouth was stretched open, and the thing she wanted penetrated into the slippery and warm passage and filled it up. As the Wild Hunter's waist moved, she made uncontrollable sounds, and a faint fragrance immediately rushed into her nostrils.

The Wild Hunter lifted her legs up again, and she had to put her hands on the keys to keep her balance. Every violent impact made obscene notes flow out from under her body.

Cassiopeia's heart almost beat when she thought that her mother might hear her lewd pleasure. She wanted to stop the Wild Hunt, but she couldn't bear to risk the thrill of being on the edge of ruin, so she wrapped her legs around his waist.

How could she not know that the Wild Hunter wanted this tense atmosphere to stimulate her, to make her contract her muscles harder for a more pleasurable experience.

These were his usual tricks, and she should have thought of them when she set the location in the piano room.

After warming up, the Wild Hunt gradually got the feel of the game.

He forcefully tore off Cassiopeia's pajamas, and a large area of white flesh collapsed from her chest like an avalanche. A pair of plump and beautiful breasts were immediately exposed to the air, swaying up and down with the impact that penetrated her soul, vaguely drawing a circular trajectory.

The charming sweat slowly flows down the skin, gathering at the fold of the southern hemisphere and the cute belly button. Along the vest line all the way down, you can see the slightly bulging belly slightly bulging in the constant collision.

The Wild Hunter reached out and grabbed the rippling flower chamber, his ten fingers easily sank into the plump softness, and kneaded it into an obscene shape. Because he used too much force, the blue veins were also revealed under the white skin, which looked extremely tempting.

He pounced on her and buried his face deep into the soft white peach. His hot breath hit the fragrant valley, like a spring breeze, fueling Cassiopeia's desire again. After enjoying the suffocating facial cleanser, the Wild Hunter gathered the two grapes together and sucked them at the same time, as if to suck out the non-existent milk.

Cassiopeia held on with both hands, but in the end she was no match for the ferocious beast, and her body was pressed against the piano and frantically examined. She bit her harsh red lips, her messy hair stuck to her temples with sweat, and her absent-minded eyes exuded an irresistible charm under her trembling eyelashes.

Enduring the impact on her buttocks, with her flesh walls filled with hard heat, and the chaos on her chest and between her lips and tongue, Cassiopeia felt like she was being sent to the clouds step by step.

However, at this moment, footsteps were heard in the marble corridor outside the house. The familiar scene made the two frown, and both felt a little unhappy.

"Your mother always shows up at inopportune times." Wild Hunter complained, not feeling at all that he was being too ostentatious.

Cassiopeia deeply agreed. Although this was the care that a mother should have for her daughter, it came at the wrong time.

"Let's...get her out of here together."

Cassiopeia said, panting heavily. After her first experience, she was no longer so nervous.

The lust that had been suppressed for so long had turned into an irreversible fire, and she was determined to indulge it even at the risk of being discovered.

"You are really outrageous." The Wild Hunter grinned, "So, how are you going to deceive her?"Mei I miss you, you are empty without Lin You...

Soon, Soleana arrived at the door of the piano room.

Cassiopeia's behavior has been a little strange recently. Apart from the most basic black magic practice, she has been practicing the piano in the piano room all day long. She is like a performer who is about to perform on stage, frantically sharpening his sword before the battle.

Playing the piano is, after all, a refined art, and if Cassiopeia is determined to improve, Soleanna will not prevent it from becoming her advantage, as long as she does not neglect her magical practice.

But now, hearing the chaotic piano music in the middle of the night, she could no longer sit still. She was worried that her well-behaved daughter, whom she had carefully raised, had gone crazy, so she hurried over to check on the situation.

"My dear daughter, what happened to you in there? Why is the piano music so chaotic?!" Soleana raised her hand and knocked on the door twice, asking worriedly.

"Dear mother, don't worry, your daughter is flirting. Please go back and rest. After that, I will go back to my room to sleep." Cassiopeia's reply came from behind the door.

"Tuning the piano? Since when did you learn to tune the piano?"

Cassiopeia's answer was full of doubts. Soleana was not only Cassiopeia's mother, but also a member of the Black Rose. Her insight was far beyond that of ordinary people and she could not be easily fooled.

Although she misheard the flirting as tuning the piano, she knew clearly that her daughter had not learned this skill. Moreover, Cassiopeia had never demonstrated the so-called absolute pitch before, and she could not tune the piano just by listening.

The strangest thing was that when Cassiopeia answered her just now, the chaotic piano music did not stop, which was not in line with normal speaking habits at all.

Normally, even if you don't want to open the door, you should immediately stop what you are doing and answer the question properly. This is the respect you should show to your parents.

Everything around her seemed strange, which made Soleana very concerned.

Without hesitation, she reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it to open it.

Chapter 201 Great! We are saved!

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There was a click, and the sound of the lock being stuck came from the door, followed by Soleanna's puzzled question.

"Cassiopeia, why did you lock the door?"

"Of course, it's to prevent you from disturbing our world of two again." Cassiopeia said so. However, she only whispered it to the Wild Hunt, and didn't dare to tell her mother directly.

Locking the door was the reason why she was so fearless. Otherwise, even if the Wild Hunt took her away like last time, there would still be a mess left behind.

The pajamas that were violently torn and thrown away casually, and the water stains on the piano keys and the ground, cannot be hidden immediately.

When Soleana comes in and sees it, no matter how she explains it, it won't be so easy to fool her.

"Please wait a moment, it will be ready soon!" Cassiopeia replied casually, then turned around and immersed herself in the pleasure.

"Master, you are so mean~ I was talking to my mother, and you didn't help me, but you kept talking back to me~"

"You unfilial daughter, how dare you say that to me? If I really don't move, you won't be happy."

The Wild Hunter loosened his bite on the tip of the peach, looked at Cassiopeia's aroused expression, and then he grabbed and kneaded the huge white peach with teeth marks on it, pressing hard in circles as if he wanted to put his handprint on it as well.

The latter seemed to be controlled by remote control, and she was swinging her hips hard like a little bitch welcoming her master home to cater to the long gun that was clamped between her buttocks.

She tried her best to suppress her moans so that her mother outside the door would not hear them, but the greedy clams under her waist indulged in the "jiujiujiu" sound of friction.

The plump buttocks were soaked with sticky sweat due to the fiery temperature, and as the wild hunter thrusted, they slid on the black and white piano keys, and the body could slip and fall at any time.

The strong smell of hormones filled the entire piano room. Cassiopeia used her remaining sanity to think, but she could not figure out how to drive away her mother who was still lingering outside the door.

"Ah... Master~ This is not... a solution. Tell me, what should I do...?..." She tried to hold up the piano with both hands, her full and soft snow-capped breasts dangling in front of her chest, and the absurd pleasure was still flowing under her body.

"You're only focused on having fun. Do you really have even one tenth of your concentration to find a solution?"

"How can I do that? You're almost breaking my brain~"

"After all, it's because of me, otherwise you wouldn't be like this."

"Don't say that. I am willing to be your slave... It's so hot inside. I have completely become your shape~!"