LRAB Page 301
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A wicked smile played on Su Hui's lips as he leaned close to Feng Zhanbinghua's ear and whispered, word by word, in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"I want you, body and soul, to be completely mine."
boom!
These words struck Feng Zhanbinghua like a thunderclap.
Her purple eyes suddenly widened, filled with shame, humiliation, and a hint of relief—a sense of resignation she herself didn't even realize.
To become...his thing?
For an "angel" who has just been born and is still full of ignorance about the world, the meaning of this request is too heavy and too... specific.
She looked into Su Hui's deep, azure eyes, which seemed to contain the entire starry sky, and saw no emotion beyond desire within them.
Cold, domineering, and fiery.
She understood that she had no room to refuse.
To resist means to be completely wiped out, just like that red-haired man.
Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back.
She bit her lower lip, her pearly teeth leaving a faint mark on her soft lips.
After a long while, she seemed to use all her strength to squeeze out a whimpering response from her throat.
"Waaah... I understand."
That pitiful little face looked exactly like a punching bag.
Lovely tight.
Seeing her like this, Su Hui's smile deepened.
He released his embrace, but his hand remained on Feng Zhan Binghua's body, gently patting her shapely, pert buttocks, and said in a commanding tone:
"Come on, kneel down first."
Feng Zhanbinghua's body trembled violently as a wave of humiliation overwhelmed her.
But she hesitated for only a second before obediently bending her knees and kneeling before Su Hui on the cold, hard, light-filled floor.
Her pristine white sailor uniform contrasted sharply with the sacred and magnificent surroundings, adding a touch of blasphemous beauty.
"Open your mouth and serve your master with your mouth."
Su Hui's voice rang out again, and while Feng Zhanbinghua was still somewhat bewildered, he gently traced his thumb across her rosy, glistening lips.
Feng Zhan Binghua closed her eyes, with glistening teardrops hanging from her long eyelashes.
With trembling hands, she reached out and broke the shackles that bound the demon.
She let out a faint, mournful cry as that ferocious, scalding hot thing sprang out.
Under Su Hui's gaze, she lowered her proud head and offered her first kiss as an "angel".
Feng Zhanbinghua's cherry-like lips parted slightly as she carefully took the tip into her mouth, her tongue awkwardly licking the smooth surface.
The salty, slightly sweet taste spread in her mouth, causing her to furrow her brow slightly.
"Ugh... Mmm..."
A suppressed groan escaped Feng Zhan Binghua's throat, and warm saliva slid down the shaft, creating a slippery sensation.
Su Hui squinted comfortably as the big guy bounced around in her small mouth, feeling the clumsy entanglement of that soft tongue.
Each swallow was tinged with obvious hesitation, yet it intertwined innocence with taboo, stimulating his tailbone to go numb.
"Yes, like that, slowly suck, curl it with your tongue... a little deeper."
Feng Zhan Binghua's body stiffened, but she still obediently let the big guy slide in deeper.
Her tender oral cavity walls tightly enveloped her, and her soft tongue clumsily swirled around, making soft gurgling sounds.
With each swallow, she felt the burning pulse, and the masculine scent rushing into her nostrils made her cheeks flush.
"Umm...uh-ha..."
She couldn't help but groan, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto the collar of her sailor uniform.
Su Hui's breathing grew heavier, and the forbidden sense of conquest made his lower body even harder.
He enjoyed the girl's clumsy movements; each time her tongue brushed against his sensitive spots, it felt like an electric current running down his spine.
Su Hui’s deep voice rang out as he pressed his palm against the back of her head, guiding her to swallow more deeply.
Feng Zhanbinghua's throat bobbed, making gurgling swallowing sounds, and tears slid down her cheeks.
She opened her mouth wide, trying to take in more, her red lips tightly wrapped around her lips, creating layers of tightness.
"Waaah... Hmm... Cuddle..."
Her moans were tinged with sobs, and she knelt on the ground, her jade-like legs, encased in over-the-knee stockings, trembling slightly.
Su Hui's fingers ran through her flaxen hair, feeling its smooth texture, while his other manhood was enveloped by her warm, moist mouth, sucked like a whirlpool.
He gazed at her full, firm breasts beneath her sailor uniform, which swayed gently with her movements, a flicker of fire in his eyes.
"Well done. Now loosen your collar and let those voluptuous treasures join in."
Kazakiri Hyouka's body stiffened, but she still obediently raised her hand and tremblingly pulled open the collar of her sailor uniform.
Her full, firm breasts were suddenly exposed to the air, her pink nipples slightly erect from nervousness, and her snow-white skin glowed with an alluring luster.
She cupped the two plump snowballs in her hands, sandwiching the large object between them; the soft elasticity tightly enveloped the pillar.
She took a deep breath and squeezed the big guy into that warm crevice.
"Ah... Is this... alright... Master..."
Her voice trembled, filled with shameful sobs, and her cheeks were flushed red as if they were about to bleed.
"well done!"
Su Hui's breathing became heavy. The big guy felt the warm friction under the pressure of the snowball, and each up and down slide brought out a slight pattering sound.
The massive object was tightly gripped by the snowball's smooth skin, and warm, elastic waves surged around it.
Feng Zhanbinghua lowered her head and continued to hold the tip of her tongue in her mouth with her red lips, her tongue circling nimbly in coordination with the kneading of her hands.
Saliva mixed with pre-ejaculate dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her breasts, leaving a wet, sticky residue.
"Coo-choo... Slurp... Coo-choo coo-choo..."
Her movements gradually became more skilled, and the alternating stimulation of the soft, bouncy snowballs and the warm, moist lips caused Su Hui's body to tense up slightly.
The forbidden pleasure was amplified in the sacred environment. Her purity as an angel was defiled step by step, but it brought a different kind of desire to conquer.
Su Hui's fingers wedged into her disheveled flaxen hair, gently tugging and guiding the rhythm.
That angelic, pure body was now completely under his control, giving him layers upon layers of pleasure.
The whimpering of Feng Zhanbinghua gradually turned into a soft moan.
Her jade-like feet were slightly curled on the floor, and her toes shone with a rosy and translucent luster through the thin fabric of her over-the-knee socks.
While admiring the beautiful scenery beneath him and enjoying the young woman's services, Su Hui didn't forget his business.
His other hand reached out towards the core control console of "Bethlehem Star" not far ahead.
It was a complex three-dimensional structure composed of countless light bands and runes, serving as the central hub of the entire aerial fortress.
When Su Hui placed his palm on it, his "Power Control Domain" talent was instantly activated.
hum-
The entire planet Bethlehem trembled violently. In the core control panel, the complex spells and permission settings that originally belonged to the Right Flame were instantly washed away, analyzed, and reconstructed like a sandcastle built on a beach before Su Hui's higher-dimensional power of law. [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.]
Countless pieces of information about this aerial fortress flooded into Su Hui's mind like a burst dam.
Its structural principles, energy source, and application of techniques... everything was instantly understood and controlled by him.
This "Kingdom of God," which was built by Right Fire with the utmost dedication, combining the knowledge of 103,000 books of magic with the power of the faith of the world's Christians, completely changed its master in less than ten seconds.
Su Hui stood in front of the control panel, his gaze piercing through the walls of the temple, looking down at the blue planet below.
In his view, the Earth's surface was covered by countless densely packed red dots.
That was a battleground, a place of artillery fire, magic, blood, and death.
He had a thought in his mind.
The divine radiance that enveloped the surface of the "Star of Bethlehem" softened instantly. Immediately afterward, an invisible wave containing absolute will rippled outward from the fortress, instantly enveloping the entire Earth.
On the icy plains of Russia, the Drive Armor of Academy City is engaged in a fierce battle with the magicians of the Russian Cult.
suddenly,
Whether it was the soldier pulling the trigger or the magician chanting incantations, everyone's movements froze at the same moment.
An irresistible, soul-deep authority forcefully halted all their hostile actions.
A voice simultaneously resounded in their minds.
"The war is over."
The voice was calm, yet it contained an undeniable power of law.
On the battlefield, a mage who had just raised his staff, preparing to unleash a burst of fireballs, froze in place.
His expression shifted from ferocity to bewilderment, and finally to a deep-seated awe.
His staff fell to the ground with a thud.
Opposite him, the pilot of a powered armored vehicle had already locked onto the target and was about to press the launch button with his index finger.
But after that voice rang out, his fingers felt as if they were being subjected to a billion tons of pressure, and he could no longer move them an inch.
He looked at the bewildered mage on the screen, and the murderous intent in his eyes receded like a tide.
It's not just this battlefield.
In Europe, in Asia, and in every corner of the world where conflict is taking place.
English knights laid down their swords, French magical societies ceased their battles, and throughout the world, all soldiers, magicians, and ability users engaged in combat simultaneously and involuntarily laid down their weapons.
The Third World War, which lasted for weeks, swept the globe, and displaced countless people, was abruptly brought to a halt in just this short sentence.
There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.
All that remained was the sound of the wind and snow howling.
Inside the temple on the Star of Bethlehem, Su Hui still stood in front of the control panel, controlling the world with one hand and the angels with the other.
He glanced down at the girl beneath him, who was struggling to swallow and whose eyes were brimming with tears, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
From then on, a new era of absolute peace under his rule, Su Hui, began.
185. The pre-departure revelry [7.2k]
"The war is over."
Su Hui's declaration was not made through sound or radio waves, but rather in the form of a higher-dimensional law, directly imprinted on the soul of every intelligent life on Earth.
It is not advice, nor a command, but a statement of fact.
Just like proclaiming "the sun rises in the east," it has become a new axiom that is beyond question and cannot be violated.
On the Russian ice plains, the mages and Academy City troops who had just been fighting to the death suddenly stopped all their movements at the same moment.
A Russian religious magician stared blankly at the spell that was about to take shape in his hand. The raging fire magic was now as docile as an ordinary campfire, no longer able to gather any destructive power.
Across from him, the pilot of the powered armor stared blankly at the red warning flashing on the screen: "Weapon system forced offline," his mind a complete blank.
Panic, anger, murderous intent... all emotions related to the battle were forcibly extracted and soothed from their consciousness in that instant by an irresistible force.
All that remains is an absolute awe and submission to that power, stemming from the instinct of life.
Inside Buckingham Palace, London.
Princess Kellysa, who had just stabilized the situation, and the Knight Commander were watching the global war through a screen when that will descended, and everyone in the command room froze.
The remaining high-ranking members of the Roman Catholic Church in the Vatican, upon sensing that will, collectively coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.
Their belief system, upon which they depend for survival, is as fragile as paper in the face of that absolute law.
The world fell into an eerie silence at that moment.