The apocalypse is coming, but thankfully I have a harem of paper dolls.

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People always try to make up for their shortcomings. Recalling the photos left by her mother, Mizuki Shiranui, whose figure was even more voluptuous than that of her older sister, Rinko, the little girl truly felt that her natural talent must have been quite good as well!

Just as Mizuki Yukikaze's thoughts were wandering, Annerose noticed her gaze and asked, "Little sister, why are you staring at me?"

Little...little sister?

Mizushiro Yukikaze was instantly enraged to be addressed that way by Annerose, who was of similar size to him.

You're the little sister! Your whole family are little sisters!

But she managed to control her temper, simply turning her head away and saying irritably, "Hmph! What's so great about them!"

Anne-Lorz: ? ? ?

at the same time.

Luo Jiajun led Rinzi into a room on the second floor that had not yet been occupied.

When Akiyama Rinko and Luo Jiajun asked about this house that stood out from the crowd on the roadside and had everything it needed for water, electricity, and food, they were surprised.

Luo Jiajun simply raised one hand, placed his palm on Rin's back, and gently pushed her to sit down on the soft double bed.

Then, blinking and smiling, she said:

"Isn't it amazing? This is also a kind of mysterious magic, just like my summoning spell, and... the kind of magic that can turn you into a masochist, Rinko."

The so-called spell that could turn Rinko into a masochist was, of course, the special ability that Luo Jiajun had acquired through the Taimanin emblem in the game's encyclopedia a long time ago—[Taimanin Muzan].

[Muzan the Anti-Demon]: When engaging in deep conversations with you, the Anti-Demon's sensitivity increases tenfold, and the rate at which his affection for you increases doubles. Furthermore, during deep conversations, the pain you inflict on Anti-Demon units is reduced by 10%, and an exhilarating effect is provided.

Having already been manipulated by Luo Jiajun in various ways, including rough sex, Akiyama Rinko naturally realized that if the object was Luo Jiajun... she would really like it no matter what.

Even when Luo Jiajun was choking her and brutally invading her seedbed, she wouldn't whimper because she was on the verge of suffocation; instead, she would just blush, giggle, and stick out her tongue...

In fact, during a kiss, if Luo Jiajun could pause midway, separate their lips and tongues, and suddenly slap her—preferably hard enough to make her face tremble—she would find it more stimulating and arousing...

"Woo~!"

Seemingly because Luo Jiajun's words had triggered these shameful memories, the girl subconsciously squeezed her legs together, feeling as if her lower body was already secreting fluid.

Sitting to the side, I watched Rinko with her hands clasped together on her lower abdomen, her fingers intertwined, her head bowed and biting her lip.

And that blushing profile...

"Hehe, Rinko, look at you! Could it be that you already have feelings for your master before he's even done anything to you?" Luo Jiajun chuckled mischievously.

Akiyama Rinko felt extremely ashamed and subconsciously whispered, "No, no... I, I didn't..."

"Hmph! Children who lie will be punished!"

Luo Jiajun sneered, and his large hand immediately covered one of the girl's large breasts, which was barely covered by her white shirt. His knuckles were rough and forceful as he began to squeeze it, as if he wanted to crush the soft yet elastic fabric beneath the clothes.

"Ah~!"

Akiyama Rinko let out a soul-stirring sob.

However, despite Luo Jiajun's rough treatment, she seemed to feel no pain at all. Her delicate face only became more and more flushed, and her cherry-like mouth opened involuntarily, with her rosy little tongue sticking out unconsciously.

Such an expression, coupled with her dazed eyes, only fueled Luo Jiajun's desire to conquer. His large hands, like iron clamps, covered the girl's breasts, continuing to roughly knead them with irresistible force. The fabric of her white shirt groaned under the astonishing force, the buttons taut as if about to burst.

"Ugh... Master... be gentle... be gentle..."

Under Luo Jiajun's manipulation, Akiyama Rinko began to moan softly, but then a stronger, deeper throbbing sensation washed away the insignificant pain.

[Taimanin Muzan]'s ability is like the most precise converter, instantly transforming the brutal force exerted by Luo Jiajun into ten or even a hundred times more tingling sensations, which surge through his limbs and bones like an electric current.

"Be gentle?" Luo Jiajun leaned down, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe and neck. His voice was deep and dangerous, tinged with a strong sense of mockery. "What right does a liar like you have to demand gentleness?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jiajun grabbed the girl's slender yet powerful waist with his other hand, pressing her even closer to him. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the girl could clearly feel the hard outline of Luo Jiajun's already erect and bulging crotch pressing aggressively against her soft lower abdomen.

The burning sensation through her clothes, mixed with the strange, amplified feeling from the rough kneading of her breasts, left her mind blank. She could only passively endure Luo Jiajun's control. Her peach-colored eyes were clouded with tears, her long eyelashes trembled violently, and her tightly bitten lower lip betrayed suppressed gasps.

Admiring Akiyama Rinko's shameful yet decadent appearance, Luo Jiajun quickly became dissatisfied with exploring through her clothes. He grabbed the collar of Akiyama Rinko's shirt with his large hand and tore it open forcefully!

"Tsk-!"

The crisp tearing sound was particularly jarring in the silent room. The fine white shirt ripped open, splitting from the collar all the way to the waist, revealing a stunning black lace bra underneath.

Her snow-white, smooth skin was largely exposed to the cool air. Her delicate collarbone, deep cleavage, and the contours partially concealed by lace created a striking image. The tattered fabric hanging from her arm added a touch of cruel beauty.

“Look into my eyes, Rinko. Tell me, do you like this?” Luo Jiajun said as he began to use his fingertips to press heavily against the already erect nipple through the thin lace of the bra.

"Ugh—!" A sharp, electric shock shot straight to her brain, and Akiyama Rinko jerked her head back, letting out an uncontrollable, tearful scream. Her body trembled violently, and a hot flow uncontrollably gushed out between her legs, instantly soaking her black pleated skirt and inner lining.

"The answer seems obvious!"

Luo Jiajun chuckled, his eyes burning with intense desire. His large hand then roughly tore open the pesky lace clasp, causing her full, snowy breasts, now unrestrained, to spring out like ripe fruit, their rosy buds trembling and standing erect in the cool air.

“So beautiful…” Luo Jiajun exclaimed, then lowered his head without any pity, opened his mouth and took one side into his mouth, his teeth biting and grinding the sensitive tip with a hint of punishment.

"Ooh~ Master~"

Rinko Akiyama's body tensed like a bowstring, the pain and turmoil amplified to the extreme by her power. She felt like a small boat tossed about in a raging storm, about to be swallowed by the surging waves at any moment.

Although reason screamed out shame and resistance, the body honestly yielded, even craving more brutal treatment.

Luo Jiajun's kisses and nibbles traveled downwards, leaving red marks on Akiyama Rinko's fair skin. His free hand was not idle either, roughly lifting Akiyama Rinko's black pleated skirt and probing into her already muddy valley. His fingers, without any foreplay, thrust directly into the tight, moist passage with irresistible force.

"Ah—!" Rinko trembled violently, her body instinctively trying to spread her legs, but Luo Jiajun's strong legs held her down. The man's rough fingers rammed into her body, mimicking the most primal rhythms, each thrust bringing out a large amount of slippery fluid, making a blush-inducing "plop" sound.

"So wet?" Luo Jiajun looked up, a wicked smile playing on his lips, his fingertips maliciously tracing a sensitive bulge inside her. "You say no, but your body says otherwise. Looks like my Rinzi, deep down, is a naughty girl who craves rough treatment~"

"No...no...Waaah~~" Rinko bit her lower lip and shook her head repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes, a mixture of shame and ecstasy. She felt like she was going crazy. The feeling of being forcibly stretched open and wantonly explored, along with the reduced pain and increased excitement brought by [Muzan the Demon Ninja], made her sink into an extreme state of near self-destruction.

Luo Jiajun withdrew his finger, leaving a wisp of crystalline silver thread, then stood up and looked down at Akiyama Rinko, whose clothes were half undone, whose eyes were glazed, and whose body was still twitching slightly.

"It's time for punishment, baby~ lie down properly."

His voice was deep and dangerous, carrying an unquestionable command.

As he spoke, Luo Jiajun slowly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and released his already erect and throbbing weapon, radiating heat.

Rinko Akiyama's body trembled instantly.

When she met Luo Jiajun's eyes, which burned with desire and a thirst for control, her remaining rationality made her panic, but a stronger, almost pathological desire surged from deep within her body.

She trembled, obediently turning around, her hands braced on the soft mattress, her pert, round buttocks raised high, facing Luo Jiajun. Her tattered shirt hung from her arms, revealing her smooth back and waist; her black pleated skirt was pulled up to her waist, the dark knee-high socks creating a striking visual contrast with her snow-white thighs.

Luo Jiajun admired the perfect body before him, so powerful yet so utterly submissive, his eyes burning even more intensely. Without any preamble, without even using his hands to guide her, he simply rubbed his burning tip roughly against the wet, muddy entrance a few times, feeling the girl's body tremble.

"Are you ready for your punishment?"

He bent down and forcefully kneaded Rinko's firm buttocks with his large hands, leaving clear finger marks.

"Um~ Master, Master... please, please punish Rinko as you please."

The girl buried her burning cheeks in the sheets, her voice trembling with sobs and a sense of helplessness, despair, and sacrificial submission.

"as you wish."

The moment the words left his mouth, Luo Jiajun suddenly bent down!

"Uhhh-!!!"

A scream, a mixture of pain and ecstasy that nearly burst from the girl's throat, then erupted from her mouth.

Luo Jiajun let out a satisfied sigh, feeling the intensely tight, warm, and still violently spasming embrace. He didn't give Rinzi any time to adjust, his hands gripping her slender yet resilient waist tightly, like riding a wild horse, and began his ferocious conquest!

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Springtime charm is in the air, shrouded in mist.

We conquered enemy strongholds and scaled fortifications time and again.

Cherry blossoms fluttered down, soaking into her delicate skin.

New frost has already moistened Yumen Pass.

...When Luo Jiajun woke up, it was already late and the room was pitch black.

In bed, Rinko nestled in his arms, still fast asleep.

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder—Luo Jiajun and Linzi enjoyed themselves several times, and after getting tired, they would fall asleep in each other's arms, thus passing the wonderful time together.

As Luo Jiajun woke up and got out of bed, Rinko seemed to sense it as well, and slowly woke up with a slight tremor in her eyebrows.

"Well……"

"Xiao Luo?"

Subconsciously, the demon ninja, who believed in the Bushido spirit, seemed to have forgotten her master-servant relationship with Luo Jiajun. Her affectionate "Little Luo" revealed that she felt not only respect but also love for Luo Jiajun.

Upon hearing the affectionate "Little Luo," Luo Jiajun raised an eyebrow, paused slightly, then turned around. In the dim light, he looked at Rin, who was still sleepy on the bed with a blush on her cheeks from their passionate encounter. He deliberately put on a stern face and asked in a pretentious tone:

"Huh? Rinko, what did you call me just now?"

Rinko paused, her hazy pink eyes blinking. She seemed to realize the name she'd just blurted out, and a look of panic and grievance immediately crossed her face. She quickly corrected herself, her voice soft and sleepy:

"I'm...I'm sorry, Master..."

Looking at her like this, Luo Jiajun chuckled inwardly. He then lay back down on the bed, gently stroking the girl's soft, deep blue hair with his large hand, his fingertips lightly gliding across her delicate, slightly flushed cheeks, and whispered with a smile:

"What I mean is, given our current relationship, shouldn't Rinko call you something more intimate?"

He leaned closer, his voice seductive, "Come on, call me 'husband' and let me hear it?"

Upon hearing this, Rinko's peach-pink eyes widened instantly, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her fair cheeks visibly flushed a deeper blush, which spread all the way to her ears and neck.

She opened her mouth slightly, seemingly hesitant to speak, but under Luo Jiajun's smiling and expectant gaze, she finally called out shyly and in a barely audible whisper, "Husband...husband."

That soft, sweet "husband" made Luo Jiajun's heart flutter with joy, as if a warm current had flowed into his heart. He reached out again and gently stroked the girl's head, like stroking a docile and lovable kitten.

Feeling Luo Jiajun's doting caress, Rinko's body involuntarily relaxed, pressing her cheek closer to Luo Jiajun's palm, a happy smile curving her lips slightly. She felt as sweet as if she had been coated with honey, all her previous shyness replaced by this sweet warmth.

……

A little later, the two changed their clothes and went downstairs. The scene in the living room made Luo Jiajun pause for a moment, then he couldn't help but chuckle.

In the center of the living room, a mahjong table had appeared out of nowhere, clearly a temporary creation by Dreyer using magic.

In the previous version, when the team was stationed at the mall, Luo Jiajun taught Delaire and the others how to play mahjong. Of course, this was all for the sake of providing sexual services. The rule they set was that whoever lost at the mahjong table had to massage Luo Jiajun with their feet under the table until the next round was over, hehe~

Right now, in the brightly lit living room, Derek is sitting languidly in his chair, his slender fingers elegantly arranging cards, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

Across from her, Rose Beast was deep in thought; in another seat, Yukikaze's small face was scrunched up as she stared at the messy cards in front of her, muttering to herself, clearly frustrated by her losses; Annerose sat next to Yukikaze, petite in stature but exuding an air of authority, her small face tense, looking very serious, but judging from the few chips in front of her, she was clearly a novice with a poor record.

"Bang! Hehe, a straight flush, I won again!"

At that moment, Dreyer knocked over the cards in front of him and laughed like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

"Waaah! Not again!" Yukikaze wailed, glaring angrily at Dreyer. "You definitely cheated!"

Anne-Loz slammed her hand on the table in frustration: "Damn it! I almost won!"

Rose Beast shook its head helplessly, wondering what Yukikaze and Annerose had to be so anxious about. It was just pure entertainment; since they had nothing to do without Luo Jiajun's instructions, they were just passing the time and it didn't involve any gambling.

At the window, in stark contrast to the situation in the living room, 2B and Rita stood out as if they belonged there. Both stood ramrod straight, faithfully guarding the window and not engaging in any playful activities.

At the entrance, Ye Yibu, as before, quietly lay there guarding the door, its furry ears twitching occasionally as it sensed the movement outside.

As Luo Jiajun and Qiushan Rinko walked downstairs, they immediately attracted everyone's attention. Xuefeng even snorted without any politeness, her little mouth pouting high, her eyes filled with accusation and dissatisfaction that Luo Jiajun had monopolized her Rinko sister all day.

Luo Jiajun, however, seemed oblivious to Xuefeng's small mouth that could hold an oil bottle, and walked straight to the table piled with mahjong tiles and chips with a relaxed smile on his face.

He looked at the game with interest, then glanced at 2B and Rita standing guard by the window, and said loudly, "Hey, playing mahjong is so boring. It can only be played by four people, and it's easy to argue."

His gaze swept over everyone, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "How about we play something more fun? Let's call 2B and Leda over too, and we can all play 'King's Game'? The loser, well..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, his eyes sweeping over the female members with a wicked grin, clearly plotting some kind of "punishment."

However, just as Luo Jiajun finished speaking, everyone's attention was drawn to him, Xuefeng was about to jump up to object for the sake of objecting, Anne-Loz showed curiosity in her eyes, and Dreyer raised an eyebrow with a playful smile...

“Roar, ahh ...

A roar that shook the heavens and the earth, filled with rage and ferocity, erupted suddenly from the depths of the thick fog outside the house, like a thunderclap on flat ground!

That familiar, soul-shaking roar, accompanied by a tangible shockwave, slammed violently into the walls and windows of the house!

"Crash!" The living room chandelier swayed violently, its light flickering wildly!

The mahjong tiles were jolted and bounced up, scattering all over the floor with a clatter.

Startled, Yukikaze covered her ears with a cry of surprise. Annerose's face turned deathly pale instantly. The relaxed expressions on Rosemon and Draiel's faces vanished, replaced by solemnity and vigilance.

At the window, 2B and Rita instantly went into high alert, weapons appearing in their hands almost simultaneously, their sharp eyes piercing through the glass window towards the direction from which the roar came.

At the entrance, Ye Yibu suddenly stood up, his hair standing on end.