Wizard: The exploration panel keeps me pure.

Chapter 175 Pure and Innocent

"It's hot, so hot!"

The boy lay on the bed, muttering to himself. The hair stuck to his head and the sweat soaking his clothes proved that what he said was true.

Ron felt as if he were in a furnace, surrounded by endless flames.

But he couldn't find a way out, so he could only thrash around inside the furnace. The flames seemed to cling to his body, constantly entangling him. Even though he wasn't fully conscious, his body's instincts still made him scratch at everything around him, trying to find something to relieve the heat.

Just as Ron was rolling around on the bed, a soft, delicate body suddenly threw itself into his arms.

What Ron felt first was not how soft the body was, but the intoxicating fragrance that made his previously hazy consciousness feel a little clearer.

When I opened my eyes, the blurry figure in front of me was holding me.

His long, black hair kept rubbing against his chest, like a docile kitten trying to please its owner.

He had no idea what had happened; he felt as if he were in a dream.

Everything I saw was so illusory and blurry that I couldn't see its true appearance.

However, his body's instinct made him hold the person in his arms tightly, his hands like iron clamps, as if he wanted to meld the person into his body.

The other person didn't seem to find anything wrong with his rough actions; instead, they cooperated by continuing to explore his body.

The clothes that were originally clinging to the two of them fell to the ground after a short time.

A steamy scene suddenly unfolded in the room.

Unfortunately, when Latour, who was behind the gate to the secret realm, saw this scene, he quickly took a few steps back, and then with a gentle wave of his right hand, the gate closed instantly, and the scene inside disappeared from his sight.

The old man shook his head slightly, his white hair swaying as if he were a drummer beating a drum before a war, or a pom-pom in the hands of a cheerleader on a football field.

He swayed slightly in the air as he moved.

He strolled over to the side, then plopped down, crossed his legs, and began to close his eyes and concentrate: "Young man, I hope the little guy knows how to control himself, otherwise that lady might really drain him dry, and then it will be hard to explain to those two girls."

The old man kept muttering incoherent words.

If Ron were standing here right now, he might be so angry that he would lose his mind and rush up to fight the old man in front of him, determined to leave a deep impression on him.

An innocent person, just like that, lost their purity.

When people are happy, time always slips away quietly and quickly without them noticing.

When Ron woke up, he felt a sense of relaxation mixed with exhaustion, a feeling he was very familiar with, having experienced something similar in his previous life.

Lying in bed, feeling his naked body and the soft, unclothed body wrapped around him, the boy was suddenly in a state of confusion, not knowing what to do.

When he regained consciousness, the memories of his previous frantic and relentless demands immediately surfaced in his mind.

This plunged him into a deep state of self-doubt:

Could it be that I really am a pervert? Otherwise, why would I have been so rough back then?

I shook my head, trying to banish the thought from my mind. Some things, the more you don't want to remember them, the more they will leave a lasting impression on your mind.

Ron is now facing this situation. Looking at the beautiful face of the sleeping woman beside him, he doesn't know whether he should leave or not.

Two little figures were pointing at his head and muttering in his mind.

The rational side of him told him, "Let's go, let's go. Just pretend this never happened. You know nothing. The things that happened behind that woman's back are not something you can get involved in now. Rather than getting yourself involved in this little thing, you might as well be a jerk. This isn't the world of your past life. This might be important to you, but to others, it's just a trivial matter. Why do you care so much?"

But after the rational little man finished speaking, the emotional little man immediately pushed him aside, then pointed at his eyes and said, "Look at me carefully and tell me, can you do that? If you really do that, are you still you? Are you still Ron, who has memories of two lifetimes? Once these things are done, there's really no going back. No matter how much you try to make up for it later, it will be useless. You really need to think carefully before you decide, don't let a momentary impulse cloud your judgment—"

And so, reason and emotion were intertwined wildly in his mind, sometimes telling him he should leave, and sometimes telling him he should stay.

The boy found himself in this state of hesitation, until—

"Waaah~"

Just as the boy was thinking about all sorts of random things, the woman lying next to him suddenly let out a soft whimper, and then he saw her peach-blossom-like eyes slowly open.

When Seridwin woke up, he felt a strange sensation on his body. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes at first, but then he instantly understood everything that had happened.

Even if you've never eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. In a woman's long lifespan of over 3000 years, she has seen far more things than Ron could imagine.

At this moment, those eyes, as beautiful as flowers and as clear as water, appeared so dazzling and bright under the light, no longer covered by gauze.

Ron was involuntarily drawn to the other's gaze and became completely absorbed in it for a moment.

Just as the boy was gazing intently into Seridwin's eyes, the Moon Lady suddenly spoke: "Hmm~ What time is it now?"

Upon hearing the question, Ron immediately realized what he had just done, quickly averted his gaze from the other person's stunning face, and shook his head to indicate that he did not know.

The Moon Lady seemed to understand what the man lying beside her was thinking. A charming smile curved her lips, and her slender hands, hidden under the covers, suddenly reached out and turned the boy's head toward her. Their eyes met in mid-air.