I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

Plotina lowered her head slightly, her fingers twirling her hair unnaturally:

"Next time, if you want to kiss me, at least tell me in advance..."

Lucius:? ? ?

You are invincible.

Leaving the official residence and boarding Plotina's carriage, Lucius was in an extremely happy mood.

This simulation seemed to be much more interesting than he expected, and even Plotina was unexpectedly soft and delicious.

Even the biggest BOSS Plotina has become so easy to bully. It seems that Brother Lu can survive for a long time this time.

Alas, how could the system deceive Brother Lu? I don’t think today’s dream is that difficult~

However, just as the carriage was about to drive out of the gate of Clovis's residence, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road and blocked the way.

She was a petite girl in a purple robe, her long hair with a gradient of silver and black fluttering gently in the wind. There was a strange smile on her beautiful face, and her crystal-like purple eyes were flashing with an ominous light.

Chris: Hi hi! Here comes my brother!

Lucius' smile froze.

"Long time no see, Lucius."

Chris's voice floated into the carriage like a ghost:

"Good morning! Are you happy to see me?"

Before Lucius and Plotina could react, Chris had already appeared in the carriage.

She reached out and grabbed Lucius' arm, pulling hard.

"Lucius!"

Plotina exclaimed and tried to reach out and grab him, but she was a step too slow.

Chris was incredibly fast. The moment she pulled Lucius, she activated space magic, and the surrounding scene was instantly distorted.

The next second, Lucius found himself in an unfamiliar basement.

It was dark, damp, and cold, and the only light came from a few flickering candles on the wall.

"Welcome to my little world, dear Lucius."

Chris licked her lips, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?"

Lucius: ...

I think I've guessed what you're going to do.

"Hey, Chris, can we reconcile?"

Lucius tried to resist, but as expected, his power had been completely blocked and he couldn't even use the most basic techniques.

Lucius now is even more desperate than the second son who was locked in the magnetic field!

"Don't bother, sweetheart."

Chris seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled happily:

"In this special space, only I can use magic."

"You are like a little fly caught in a spider web, completely at my mercy."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Lucius, removing her clothes piece by piece until she was completely naked.

Chris stroked his cheek with her fingers, her eyes filled with morbid obsession:

"Last time I said one night of marriage is a hundred nights of grace, and you told me not to mention things that don't exist."

"Then this time, I will make it a reality."

Lucius involuntarily took a step back, his back against the cold wall.

"Quack! Chris, even if you get me, you can't get my heart!"

"Your heart? What do I need that for?"

Chris chuckled softly, her voice like a bewitching demonic voice:

"I just want...to possess you completely!"

She suddenly stepped forward, held Lucius's face with both hands, and kissed him forcefully.

Lucius's clothes turned to dust in an instant.

Chris released her lips and licked the corner of her lips in satisfaction, with a fanatical light flashing in her eyes:

"Darling~ You taste amazing!"

"I will slowly absorb until I have drained every last drop of your essence."

After saying that, her little hand reached out for the treasured Rod of Truth that Lucius always carried with him.

"Do not......"

Lucius wanted to struggle, but his limbs felt as heavy as lead and he couldn't move at all. He could only let Chris ride on his body as she pleased.

The following time was like an endless nightmare for Lucius.

Chris used her unique way to drain his life force bit by bit, and every contact made him feel weaker than ever before.

His consciousness began to blur, and the scene before his eyes gradually became distorted and dim.

After an unknown amount of time, Lucius could no longer stay conscious, and his body collapsed to the ground like a withered flower.

His vision began to blur, and all he could hear was Chris's satisfied whisper:

"Battle... awesome!"

These were the last words Lucius heard, and then everything returned to darkness.

[The dangers of fate always come suddenly at unexpected moments.]

You were grass-fed by Chrissy.

[——Simulation ends.]

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PS: Yes, kids, Quan Sheng Lao Zhai is back.

The next step is to slowly adjust your daily routine back to normal.

88-Plotina: Could it be that I actually have a very strange habit? (8K5)

The imperial capital of Splenda, the residence of the imperial branch of the Clovis family.

"Boom!"

The crystal glass exploded on the wall, fragments flying everywhere, and the expensive red wine flowed down the wall like blood, staining the precious tapestry red.

Domitian Clovis's face was as gloomy as iron, veins bulged out of his forehead, and his eyes were red as if they were about to spit out fire.

He looked around, searching for the next object to vent his anger on.

"Damn Glade! Damn it!"

He slammed his fist on the desk with a loud bang, and the exquisite ornaments and documents on the desk fell to the ground.

"How dare you reach this kind of cooperation with the royal family behind my back?!"

Fabian, who was standing aside, was trembling all over, his face as pale as paper, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

He had never seen his father so furious. Even when he was given the cold shoulder by the Northern Guardian at a dinner party, Domitian maintained decent restraint.

But now, after learning that Lucius's engagement with the third princess, Plotina, was confirmed, Domitian completely lost control.

"Father... maybe things aren't that bad..."

Fabian spoke cautiously, his voice as soft as a mosquito.

Domitian turned his head sharply, the rage in his eyes almost burning poor Fabian to ashes.

"Not that bad!? Not that bad!?"

He strode towards his son, and Fabian involuntarily took two steps back.

"What do you know? Do you know what this means?"

Domitian's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, and every word was filled with uncontrollable anger:

"This means that Glade has completely consolidated Lucius's position!

"With the royal family as his backing, when Lucius inherits the title, he will be able to wield power more easily, and we—"

Domitian grabbed Fabian by the collar and almost lifted him off the ground.

Their faces were so close that the son could even smell the alcohol on his father's breath:

"Our chance, the chance for the Imperial Capital branch to regain control of Weiss, will no longer have any hope! Do you understand?!"

"I understand..."

Fabian's eyes were filled with tears and his voice was trembling.

However, his weak response only further angered Domitian.

“Look at you!”

Domitian loosened his grip, took a step back in disgust, and looked his son up and down, his eyes filled with disappointment and contempt.

"A man of the Clovis family doesn't even have the slightest bit of aura!"

"You look like a frightened rabbit right now!"

Fabian bit his lower lip and tried desperately to straighten his back.

But under his father's pressure, his efforts seemed so ridiculous and futile.

Domitian walked to the window, gazing at the towering palace tower in the distance, and his voice rang out in a deep voice:

"You are five years older than Lucius. Look at the difference now!"

"How old is he? He's already earned the loyalty of the younger generation and the approval of the royal family."

He turned around and looked at his son with disgust:

"And you? What did you do?"

"Besides following me and bowing and scraping, what else can you do?"

Fabian lowered his head, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain.

Every word Domitian said was like a knife piercing his heart, again and again, without mercy.

"In terms of tactics, courage, and the ability to win people over...Lucius is a thousand times better than you in every aspect."

Domitian enumerated them one by one, as if he were counting all his son's shortcomings.

Finally, he smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes flashing with fatigue and loss:

"You know, Fabian? Sometimes I even wonder if you're my son."

This sentence made Fabian look up, his eyes full of hurt and disbelief.

"Father......"

Fabian pursed his lips, wanting to say something.

"That's it!"

Domitian waved his hand, turned around and continued to look out the window:

"What's the point of saying this? Now that things have come to this, we must find another solution."