Void Beetle Evolution Guide

On the second half of the journey, she kept her mouth shut, but she kept cursing the Wild Hunter in her heart. If this guy hadn't been taking advantage of her, would she have shouted herself hoarse? She would have to settle this account with him sooner or later!

Just as she was racking her brains, thinking about how to take revenge on those who humiliated her in the future, a sudden and unexpected pain came from behind.

In an instant, she felt as if her buttocks were being burned by a red-hot iron. The burning pain quickly spread throughout her body, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Portier's eyes widened, her face full of shock and anger. She knew without thinking that it was the Wild Hunt who was behind this. She clenched her hands into fists subconsciously, her nails dug deep into her palms, and if they were not covered by the armor, they would have left bloodstains.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"You despicable bastard!" She screamed hysterically in her heart, "When I break free from these shackles, I will cut you into pieces and make you pay the most painful price for what you did today!"

But at the moment, she could do nothing but be mad in her heart and could only let the humiliation and pain torture herself.Mei, what about me? Mei, what about me? There is no Lin, there is no Lin...

After returning to the city, Ashe first ordered the guards to guard the Frozen Slaves day and night. It would take some time to heat the food, so it would take some time before they could eat.

Taking advantage of this time, Sephy actually found an iron chain and roughly tied it around Portier's neck. The cold touch instantly made her shiver. In order to prevent her from escaping, Sephy found a string of bells from somewhere and hung them on the iron chain. Every time it was shaken, it made a crisp sound, like a slap in the face to her self-esteem.

"We are of the same race, is it necessary for you to go to this extent?!" Portier's eyes were almost spitting fire.

It would have been fine if they had just chained her up, but they actually added a bell to it. This was more than just treating her as a prisoner; it was clearly treating her like an animal.

"It's because we're both evil dragons that I know what kind of person you are." Saifei said, "Remember not to stick out your tongue and lick it, or it will really stick to it."

"Don't treat me like a fool! I'd rather die than lick you!"

Sephy snorted and stopped holding Portier under her armpits. Instead, she pulled the chain and walked onto the street like a pet.

Pedestrians on the roadside cast curious glances, pointed and talked, and some couldn't help but let out low laughter. Portier wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but the iron chain around her neck bound her tightly, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"That's too much. Even your own kind dislikes you. You're hated by both humans and dogs." The voice of the Wild Hunter sounded again, rubbing salt into her wounds.

She clenched her teeth, her cheeks bulged slightly from the effort, her eyes were red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, her heart filled with humiliation and unwillingness.

“You actually bullied our proud Black Ice Queen to tears,” the Wild Hunter said with a click of his tongue. His tone suddenly became gentle, and he said with pity, “Since my family has caused you such a great humiliation, I, as their master, will make up for it.”

"I won't take any charity from you! You definitely have no good intentions." Portier responded coldly, his voice full of vigilance.

"Don't jump to conclusions. Let's see my sincerity first." As soon as the Wild Hunter finished speaking, the void skin armor attached to Portil began to surge and deform.

The skin armor that was originally close to the body seemed to be infused with magic power and quickly transformed into a beautiful and gorgeous long dress.

The whole long skirt exudes a faint blue cold light, just like the sparkle of Arctic glaciers in the sunlight, and like the mysterious aurora in the quiet night sky; the skirt flutters like surging snow waves, each layer sparkles with the luster of fine ice edges, and trembles slightly with Portier's breathing, as if it will turn into crystal snowflakes and drift away at any time; at the cuffs, there is a lace lace as complicated as frost flowers, gently hanging on her arms, and the texture of the lace is like carefully carved ice patterns, and every detail reveals the ultimate exquisiteness.

"How is it? Doesn't it suit your temperament?"

"..."

As a giant dragon, Portier was born with extraordinary appreciation ability. She knew clearly that the precious decorations on the skirt were just fakes made by the skin armor, but even so, the unique design still stunned her.

The dress was obviously made for her.

On the sleeves, tiny ice crystals are arranged in an orderly manner, just like the beautiful dragon scales on her body; at the neckline, a circle of soft white fluff gently surrounds her, echoing her unique snow-white hair.

Wearing this gorgeous long dress, even the iron chain around her neck cannot conceal her shining elegance, like a princess who has fallen from an ice and snow wonderland into the mortal world.

She even had an unprecedented wonderful feeling, as if the skirt had grown out of her body and transformed as she changed from a dragon to a human.

Thinking of this, Portier suddenly felt deeply about the human way of life.

As a giant dragon, flying in the sky and possessing endless treasures, he could never wear such beautiful clothes. He could only treasure them in his lair, watching from afar, and could not experience them in person.

But when she thought that this was done by the Wild Hunter who had humiliated her in every way, she was filled with resentment.

God is so unfair. Why would he let a bad guy have such a unique sense of art and use this beautiful long dress to make her humiliation even more ironic?

"Speak up, are you stunned? I am still very confident in my fashion sense."

"For what you have done to me, I would rather kill you a hundred times or a thousand times. You want to bribe me with a skirt? You're dreaming!" Portier gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words coldly. Every word was filled with bone-chilling coldness.

However, she did not deny the second half of the Wild Hunt's words, and it seemed that she still liked it.

"Bribe you? Don't be so conceited. Gorgeous clothes go with beautiful women. I can use beautiful clothes to make you look more noble, so that I will find it pleasing to the eye and I will feel more conquered when I bully you. Correspondingly, when you wear it, you will feel humiliated because you fantasize that you are still high and mighty." The tone of the Crazy Hunter rose slightly, full of teasing.

The effect of the skirt was immediate. As soon as she put it on, Portier began to care about her image. She stopped making noises and uttering vicious curses, as if she was put on an invisible shackle called education.

"Wear it if you like. You only have a short time to experience it anyway."

Chapter 248: Entering the Dragon Palace

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The banquet continued in a noisy atmosphere. The warm bonfire illuminated the hall. Everyone laughed and chatted happily, and sat down one after another. Portier attended in a gorgeous dress and became the focus of the whole audience.

Ashe put aside past grudges and specially prepared a seat for Portier. This was also the Wild Hunt's intention. They had some things to discuss in detail, such as the plan to go to the Frostguard Fortress, and it would be best if Portier could hear it as well.

It would be great if Lissandra could walk in dreams and convey the message to her through Portil. Otherwise, given the temper of the Frost Witch, she might get restless and send troops to cause trouble.

Although War Mother Ashe reserved a place for Portil, Portil did not show any sign of gratitude.

She looked at the seat prepared for her, her heart full of resentment. The iron chain around her neck was cold and jingled as she moved.

At this moment, she felt like a clown who was brought to a banquet to be laughed at and amused, with her dignity trampled underfoot. The laughter of the people around her became harsh ridicule in her ears.

If her true body had not been imprisoned in this human body, she would have overturned the table and killed people without hesitation, turning this banquet into a brutal tragedy and washing away the humiliation she had suffered with blood.

But no matter how angry she was, she still couldn't change her situation. She was already extremely eye-catching in her fancy dress, and continuing to put on airs would only attract strange looks and put herself on the spot.

Portier suppressed her inner disgust and humiliation and moved step by step to her seat. She bent her knees and was about to sit down when she suddenly felt something strange under her skirt and clearly felt something hard pressing against her sensitive area.

The sudden touch frightened her so much that her whole body trembled, and she stood up again with a "whoosh" like a spring that had been triggered. The amplitude of the movement was so large that she almost overturned the table in front of her.

With eyes full of shock and anger, she quickly turned back to check the chair, but the chair in front of her was ordinary, with nothing special except the smooth seat surface, as if everything that had just happened was just her illusion.

"What are you doing? You're so jumpy." Sephy, who was sitting next to her, glanced at her sideways, thinking that Portier had been tortured to insanity.

"......" Portier bit his lower lip and said nothing.

She sat down again in confusion. Having experienced it before, she sat down very slowly this time, as if she was testing something.

Just when her butt was about to touch the chair again, that strange feeling appeared again, hard and hot, reaching the sensitive spot, as if it was going to squeeze open the clam doors on both sides and enter the dragon's nest.

Portier's body froze instantly. She didn't need to reach out to touch him to know that it must be the Wild Hunt who was causing trouble under the skin armor, pointing his disgusting tentacles at her weak spots, waiting for her to sit down on him. The dress that the Wild Hunt had specially prepared for her before was obviously prepared for this moment, to cover up his atrocities.

At this moment, she was neither standing nor sitting. In order not to expose this unspeakable humiliation in front of everyone, she could only remain in the seat awkwardly, neither sitting nor standing.

"Can I not eat? I don't like the atmosphere here, I want to go outside and get some fresh air." Unable to bear it any longer, Portier mustered up the courage to whisper to Sephy. Her voice was slightly trembling, with a hint of caution, and her eyes were filled with an eagerness to escape.

Sephy was busy eating the food on the plate. When she heard what Portier said, she looked up and glanced at her. Her eyes seemed to say, "Are you kidding? How could I let a prisoner like you escape?" Then she continued to eat.

Portier was extremely disappointed and could only endure the strangeness and pray that the party would end soon.

At the banquet, everyone was already chatting enthusiastically, with laughter and joy, and no one noticed that Portier was different. She was like a forgotten loner, bearing the claws of the Wild Hunt alone in this lively atmosphere.

"Ahri, is your illness okay? I'm sorry that the itinerary had to be changed because of me." Ashe asked Ahri with an apologetic look and handed her a cup of hot drink.

Ahri covered her lips lightly, sneered, and said, "It's okay. Come to think of it, if it weren't for you, I would probably be left in Hearthland to recuperate and miss the trip to Frostguard Fortress. As for me, I actually want to meet the Frost Witch who has lived from eight thousand years ago to the present day and see what she looks like."

"He seems like a scary person?" Talia asked curiously.

"Some people will see her in their dreams, but few know her true appearance. If you want to see her, you can only wait until the time comes." Ashe nodded slightly and continued, "Speaking of the Hearth Village, I know nothing about forging, so I have to select a group of devout Hearth Family members to go with me. Otherwise, even if Ornken teaches me the skills to forge True Ice weapons, I won't be able to grasp the key points."

"Are you planning to bring guards with you to Frostguard Fortress?" asked Kassadin.

Ashe shook her head slightly, her expression a little solemn. "There is a huge gap between Lissandra and me in strength. It doesn't make much difference whether I bring guards or not. It's better to accept the invitation alone. At least this way, it will appear more sincere. As for the group of Hearthmen, I plan to act separately from them and move those slave demons back to the Frostguard Fortress. After leaving the fortress, I will go to Hearthtown to meet up with them... But I don't know if I can still get out."

"Don't worry. With us here, there will be no problem!" Everyone spoke out to comfort her and dispel the gloom in Ashe's heart.

"Then give me two days to prepare, and we will set off in two days."

The bonfire was blazing, the warm light was flickering, and the girls were sitting around it, chatting happily.Mei, what about me? You are empty and there is no Lin Youyong...

In the corner, the two dragon ladies were in completely different states. One was concentrating on the food in front of her, eating with relish, her cheeks bulging. The other was fidgeting, not eating either, just holding the bell to prevent it from making any sound.

Sephy was eating happily when she saw Portier next to her. She frowned and put down the half-eaten, greasy grilled Enuk ribs.

"Why don't you sit down? What are you doing standing there with your butt sticking out? Are you trying to ruin the atmosphere?" Saifei shouted at the top of her voice, her tone full of impatience.

"...None of your business." Portier turned away and said coldly. At this moment, she didn't want anyone to notice her at all, and hoped that it would remain like this until the end of the party.

Saifei had always disliked her, and now that this person still dared to show her displeasure, it gave her an excuse to target her.

"I told you to sit down, so you have to sit down! Stop throwing tantrums at me!" After saying that, she didn't even bother to wipe the sticky grease off her hands. She put them directly into her mouth and licked them. Then she reached out and pressed heavily on Portier's shoulders. With force, she tried to force her onto the chair.

The assist from Saifei directly made the tip of the gun hit the gap between the two fleshy mounds, reaching a precarious point. The extremely shocked Portier tried his best to resist, suspecting that they were in collusion, but he was still no match for Saifei's great strength and was forced to sit in. All the efforts he had made before to avoid being violated were wasted.

The hard tentacles pierced her lower abdomen and penetrated deep into the dragon's palace, bringing her a tearing pain. The pain was so severe that she instinctively shed tears and her body couldn't stop shaking slightly.

"What? Are you feeling aggrieved? Is your butt more noble than others? Others can sit but you can't? It can't be that you have hemorrhoids." Saifei, who was standing aside, was still scolding without knowing the truth. She just felt that this fellow was extremely pretentious. He started crying just because his clothes were dirty, even though his skin armor clearly had self-cleaning function.

"..." Portier endured it alone without saying a word, biting his lower lip so hard that his teeth almost dug into the flesh, tears welling up in his eyes but stubbornly refusing to fall.

Her anger and humiliation reached the peak at this moment. At the same time, she also hated her own weakness and the situation of being bullied. She could only curse the Wild Hunt and Safi over and over in her heart, and tortured and killed them hundreds of times to vent her hatred.

Chapter 249: The Proud Dragon Lady Longing for Redemption

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Outside, the snow was falling heavily, covering the ground in a vast expanse of white. Inside, the house was bustling with activity, with a warm bonfire burning brightly. The orange-red flames were dancing happily, illuminating the entire space with warmth.

People sat together, laughing and talking, the atmosphere was very lively. The table was filled with rich food, the aroma of hot barbecue filled the air, making people salivate, and the sound of clinking wine glasses intertwined into a cheerful melody.

Meanwhile, in a corner where no one was paying attention, Portier was undergoing the most humiliating test of his life.

She sat on the stool, her body trembling slightly with anger and unwillingness, her teeth biting her lower lip so hard that it almost bled. Her hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, her knuckles turned white due to the force, her chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was filled with heavy depression.

The bustle around her had nothing to do with her. At this moment, she felt as if she was in an ice cellar, with the chill spreading from her heart to her whole body.

Under the skirt, the tentacles of the Wild Hunter had quietly pushed open the layers of wrinkled flesh and pressed deeply against the entrance of the Dragon Palace. Even in the tearing pain, the dragon girl who had just transformed into a human could clearly feel the strength of the blue veins with this fragile and sensitive body.

"I didn't expect you were still a fledgling?" This unexpected discovery made the Wild Hunt pause for a moment, and he didn't immediately rush to the Dark Path. He was a little confused: "Isn't it said that dragons are lustful? Saphie can't find a suitable partner because she is too big, so what's the reason for you? I see that you have been an adult for a while, and a female dragon like you... Logically, you should have no shortage of followers, right?"

It was the first time for the Wild Hunter to enter the Dragon Palace. He didn't know if the female dragon had that membrane. Logically, it was highly unlikely that the female dragon had that membrane. It should have been formed after she turned into a human form. However, he was not concerned about the membrane, but whether the other party had had that experience.

Portier hated the Wild Hunt so much that he kept his lips tightly shut and refused to say a word to him. Only his rapid breathing revealed the immense hatred in his heart.

"You won't tell me, right? Then I'll have to study carefully what's the difference between your body and others." As soon as the words fell, the skin armor separated another tentacle, which crawled towards the back door next door, preparing to attack with two prongs. This brand new body should not have been touched by any filthy things.

Portier shuddered, her eyes wide open. She was still unfamiliar with this body, and she had never thought of such a way to play. She instinctively pulled up her anus, trying her best to contract her sphincter to resist the invasion of the evil flesh touch, and her beautiful pink skin suddenly turned into a brilliant daisy.

But a loophole cannot be blocked no matter how hard you try.

The Wild Hunt shrinks the tip of its limbs to the size of a leech, accurately finds the weak spot and wriggles in, then continuously transports biomass to the front end, causing it to swell rapidly like blood congestion, effortlessly stretching the tight sphincter.

With her back garden lost, Portier was overwhelmed with unprecedented panic. She dared not imagine what would happen next.

"Please, don't do this... I'll tell you! I'll tell you..." She, who had always been stubborn, seemed to have her backbone pulled out at this moment. She pleaded tremblingly with a cry that was difficult to conceal.

"Isn't it too late to make amends now?" The Wild Hunter sneered. Since he had already come in, there was no reason for him to return empty-handed. He began to rub the plump buttocks and soft breasts.

"......What do you want in exchange for letting me go?" Portier endured the invasion all over his body. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

"Well, let me think about it. If you tell the truth, it will be nothing more than a butt plug. But if you don't obey, don't blame me for making you cry."

"..." Portier gritted her teeth and tried to convince herself to accept the Wild Hunt's proposal. Her voice was dry and hoarse as if it had been polished by sandpaper. She spoke reluctantly: "In fact, I didn't take the initiative to join Lissandra, but I was adopted by her since I was a child..."

In a voice as thin as a mosquito, Portier used a few key words to string together his experiences.

Hundreds of years ago, the ambitious Lissandra collected a batch of precious dragon eggs, about a dozen in total, from all over the world and placed them in one place for incubation.

She saw the great potential of these dragon eggs, and before they were hatched she could not wait to cast black ice magic on them, attempting to corrupt them with this dark and cold power, hoping to directly give birth to powerful black ice dragons.

This process was full of surprises. The influence of black ice caused the hatching rate of this batch of dragon eggs to be pitifully low, less than one-third. In the end, only a few dragonlets struggled to break through the eggshells and came to this cold world.

But fate was not on their side. One of the baby dragons was so corroded that it no longer had any dragon shape and died a few minutes after hatching. The others also died one after another due to the side effects of the black ice. In the end, only one female dragon survived and grew up.

The only surviving female dragon was Portir, but she was not the perfect creature that Lissandra wanted. The corruption of the black ice made her lose her reproductive ability. She was a flawed dragon with no reproductive value and could not give birth to a real black ice dragon for Lissandra.

"You escaped because you are infertile?" The Wild Hunt pondered, "You should be thankful that you are infertile, otherwise Lissandra would definitely treat you as a breeding machine and make you lay eggs for her continuously for hundreds of years."

"Are you qualified to say that?" Portier raised his head stubbornly and questioned the Wild Hunter who was constantly invading him.

"I am different from her. At least I won't be a bandit and take other people's eggs. You can blame yourself for your bad luck for messing with me." The Wild Hunter's voice was full of teasing, and he didn't stop his actions, fully enjoying Portier's anger and helplessness at the moment.

Under the skirt, the hot and hard tentacles began to patrol back and forth in the deep path. The movements were relatively gentle and did not further increase the pain of losing virginity.

The foreign body in the back garden did not move, stretching the anus like a cork. No matter how much Portier squeezed and contracted, he could not get it out, which made him secretly happy.

Under his constant stimulation, the tight flesh walls began to secrete glandular fluid to lubricate the channels to reduce frictional resistance. The feeling of pain gradually disappeared, replaced by an electric-like pleasure that made the whole body hot.

The human body is truly magical. The Wild Hunter simply repeated the mechanical piston movement, and Portier's lower body turned from dry to wet. His body automatically adapted and gradually produced pleasure.

Realizing that his body's transformation was caused by some powerful giant, Portier only felt more disgusted.

"That's all just quibbling! In my opinion, you are no different from her." She gritted her teeth.