Void Beetle Evolution Guide

"I guess you wouldn't dare say that in front of her." The Wild Hunt chuckled, as if he was certain that Portier would behave differently in front of Lissandra.

"..." Portier remained silent, but her flushed face and clenched fists revealed her inner resentment.

"As expected, you are also a person who only takes things according to the situation. If I were not a kind person, you would not be sitting at the table right now, but lying on the plate."

"Kind?" Botier seemed to have heard a huge joke, his chest rose and fell violently with anger, and he laughed viciously. "Black ice magic flows in my blood, I don't think you dare to eat me."

"And then, I still teased you like a toy."

The Wild Hunter grabbed the tender buttocks, leaving a red and swollen mark on them to prove his absolute dominance. After Portier swallowed the humiliation with hatred and silently endured and digested it in his heart, he suddenly changed his frivolous tone and spoke in a deep tone.

"Do you hate Lissandra?" The voice seemed to come from the bottom of the deep valley, carrying an unavoidable sense of oppression, echoing in this silent space, drilling straight into Portier's ears, and striking her already broken heart.

"Don't even think about turning me against you." Portier responded firmly.Mei, I have my own space, but I don't have any Lin...

"What if I could take you away from her?"

"..."

Portier fell silent again, but this time, there was obvious hesitation behind her silence. She never expected that the Wild Hunt could grasp her weakness so accurately.

The memory of the dragon clan is like a brand engraved deep in the soul. It will not disappear with the passage of time or the transformation of growth. Even the hazy memory still in the eggshell is still as clear as yesterday.

To this day, that horrible experience often resurfaces in her mind like a ghost, like a nightmare that she can't escape. Every minute and every second she spends with Lissandra makes her feel uneasy, as if she is in an invisible cage, and the air around her is filled with depression and fear.

There had always been a flame of longing for freedom burning deep in her heart, but at this moment, the Wild Hunter mercilessly aroused it with just a few words, causing her to fall into a painful struggle.

But she quickly extinguished the flame of hope and returned to her cold and arrogant attitude. She didn't think anyone could disobey Lissandra's orders, and no one knew the horror of the Frost Witch better than her.

"Hmph, you'd better take care of yourself first and survive her." Portier closed his eyes tightly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart.

"interesting."

The Wild Hunter chuckled in his heart. He never expected that this seemingly stubborn and fierce dragon girl was actually a proud and arrogant person who longed for redemption deep down in her heart.

He just showed a little kindness to this guy who just hated him to the core, and asked him to stop interfering in her affairs. If he really rescued her from Lissandra's clutches, wouldn't it be a scene of chasing her husband to the crematorium?

So he still planned to continue bullying Portier. The more he hated him now, the more he would love him when the situation turned around later.

"I never thought that I would become a boss for once."

Chapter 250: The Runaway Princess Portier

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At the banquet, Saifei finished the food on her plate in no time and licked her lips with satisfaction.

Feeling only half full, she rolled her eyes and fell on Portier's plate. The latter had his head down, his hands clenched into fists and resting on his thighs, and he hadn't touched a single bite of the food in front of him.

"Aren't you going to eat? Are you not feeling well or something?" She asked hypocritically, with a hint of deliberately disguised concern in her tone, but her real purpose was the food that had not been touched.

As for the life or death of Portier, she didn't care at all.

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable, it's that I'm not in the mood!" Portier retorted unhappily, his brows tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and he deliberately emphasized his tone to stress that there was nothing wrong with his body.

She was filled with anger and humiliation, so she had no time to care about Sephy. However, this seemingly tough response only made the Wild Hunt violate her more fiercely in secret.

"If you don't want to eat it, I'll eat it. Don't waste it." Safi was not polite at all. As she spoke, she reached out to take the plate in front of Portier and then buried her head in finishing the food.

"You should eat something." This time it was the Wild Hunt who persuaded, but with a malicious smile, "Even if you are not hungry, tonight is still a long night. Without sufficient physical strength, you may not be able to make it through."

The Wild Hunt's words clearly foreshadowed the humiliation that Portil was about to suffer. When Portil heard this, his face turned pale instantly and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

When she thought of the terrible situation she was about to face, she had a strong desire to escape. In panic, she looked for help at Saifei who was eating with gusto.

"...How did you change back into dragon form?" Portier tried her best to make her voice sound steady, but the slightly trembling ending still revealed her inner fear and anxiety.

"You can change if you want to. If you can't, that's your problem." Without even looking up, with food in her mouth, Saifei replied vaguely, not thinking that she could turn into a dragon and escape.

"..." Portier lowered her head in disappointment. She had already tried to control the transformation with her mind. If this body had not shown any reaction, she would not have asked.

Just then, she saw Ashley stand up and say to everyone, "I have something to take care of. Everyone, eat and drink. If there is not enough, tell the cook."

The War Mother left the hall in a hurry, which made Portier feel even more tormented and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles every second.

After sitting there for a while, Portier made up his mind and stood up like Ashe and left his seat. He had the idea of throwing the jar into the air and just wanted to escape from this depressing place.

"Where are you going?" Saifei asked from behind, like an invisible rope that made Portier's steps suddenly freeze.

"I... I'm going to go out for some fresh air." Portier turned slightly to the side and carefully observed Sephy's reaction with his peripheral vision. His heart was beating like a drum, afraid that his lie would be seen through at a glance.

"Oh, don't run around." Sefi just raised her eyelids casually, still chewing food in her mouth, her voice unclear, and then she lowered her head and continued to eat, not caring about Portier's departure.

Portier couldn't believe her ears. She never thought that she would be allowed to go through just by saying it tentatively. She felt mixed emotions, angry and wanting to laugh.

What made her angry was that in the eyes of this so-called fellow, her own safety was not as important as a meal. The humiliation and unwillingness in her heart made her chest heave violently.

What made her laugh was that she managed to slip out so easily. She had originally thought that it would be a difficult process, but now her tense nerves were relaxed a little, and she just wanted to get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

After leaving the hall, she ran towards the ice lake with a clear purpose. Whether out of love or fear of tripping herself, she even lifted the hem of her skirt to prevent it from dragging on the snow.

"Are you starving? What makes you think you can escape from me?" The Wild Hunter was puzzled. He had never left Bodiel's body during this period. But even so, Bodiel still wanted to escape in a clumsy way.

"..." Portier said nothing, but just ran forward, her swaying, weak figure like a runaway princess.

"You're the one who decided to go outside this time, so don't blame me for not being gentle with you."

The tentacles that had been gently wriggling before suddenly began to impact violently without any warning, like a piston in an engine cylinder, effortlessly breaking through the layers of wrinkles and reaching the deepest point it could reach.

"Well...!" Portier endured the pleasure like an electric shock, and his snow-white cheeks involuntarily turned red.

She could feel that the frequency of the Wild Hunt's attack was in sync with her pace. If she quickened her pace, the frequency of the attack would increase. If she slowed down, the frequency would also become slower.

This made her feel humiliated, because it seemed that she was the one who was asking for it. But she couldn't stop running.

After struggling for a while, Portier didn't want to care about anything else and the only thing on his mind was the thought of escaping.

She gathered all her strength, controlled her long and beautiful legs wrapped in white silk, and ran forward desperately. The bell on her neck made a crisp echo on the icy lake.

The beautiful silver-white hair danced wildly in the wind. Every step she took was carried out with a desperate momentum, as if she could break free from the body that bound her in the next second and transform into a majestic dragon, soaring in the vast sky.

But she still underestimated the wonder of this primitive sport. The weak legs forced her to slow down, otherwise the intense pleasure of back and forth penetration would immediately cause the spasm of her flesh walls, discharging a large amount of crystal warm current.

She had a premonition that once she touched that forbidden area, she would lose all strength to escape and become a pitiful creature to be played with by others.

Portier dragged her steps to the place where the slave demons were frozen before, trying to wake them up and take her away. However, a figure suddenly appeared in the snow and wind, which startled her.

"What are you doing here?" Ashe's eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and instantly locked onto Portier. As soon as he saw her, he immediately reached out to touch the ice bow behind him, without even a trace of the drunken look on his face.

"I was just wondering, what are you doing here?"

Portier pretended to be tough in his response, but unexpectedly Ashe openly stated the purpose of her coming here.

"I'm here to look for the scattered black ice, otherwise it would be easy for someone else to get into trouble if they picked it up. What about you? You can tell me now, right?" These black ice can only be handled by someone who is both an Iceborn and a host of skin armor. Ashe couldn't stay out of it, so she came over when the banquet was halfway through.

"I...I came out to get some fresh air." Portier subconsciously tugged at the hem of her skirt, her eyes flickering, and her voice unconsciously lowered a few notes.

"That's great, come and help me collect the black ice." How could Ashe not know what Botier was planning? He just wanted to take the opportunity to escape. However, she did not point it out, but quietly found a way for him to back down.Mei, I don't have time, Yong, Lin has Yong...

Portier was in a dilemma. She had finally managed to get away from everyone's eyes. Maybe she could get away with a little more effort. But if she rejected Ashe here, who knew what would happen. The Wild Hunter was always there, and she didn't know how long his patience would last.

Just when she was hesitating, the voice of the Wild Hunt suddenly appeared in her mind and made the final decision for her.

"Promise Ash that you can sleep in a warm room tonight. Otherwise, I will strip you naked and throw you onto an ice floe in the snow."

Portier was stunned. Leaving her outside? Wasn't this deliberately giving her a chance to escape?

However, just as a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart, it was extinguished by the Wild Hunt.

"Don't even think about running away. I'll nail the other end of the chain firmly into the ice."

"You devil! You are not even a human!" Portier was so angry that he was shaking all over. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, his eyes slightly red.

"You're right, I'm not human."

Although the Wild Hunt proposed two options, he couldn't just leave Portier naked outside. Even if this was just a toy for him on a whim, he wouldn't allow others to peek at him.

Therefore, there was only one choice from the beginning to the end, and the other options were just used to scare Portier, although she couldn't choose them either.

In the end, Portier had to agree to Ashe's request and went with her to collect the leftover black ice on the ice.

It was impossible to run away, the only way was to ask Lissandra for help through dreams while sleeping.

This was simply a nightmare. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she did not want to show her incompetence and weakness in front of that person.

Chapter 251: Between resistance and surrender, I chose to give up

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Portier and Ashe were searching for black ice on the ice layer separately, and they gradually separated because of their different search directions.

Portier was extremely perfunctory about this task that she was forced to take on. After Ashe disappeared from her sight, she immediately straightened her back, no longer willing to maintain her previous bent posture of searching.Plum has no forest, no forest, no sky, no forest, no poetry...

However, with the Wild Hunt, the "overseer" who follows her everywhere, she has to do it even if she is extremely reluctant.

"Find it carefully for me. If you don't find ten dollars, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Damn it!" Portier couldn't help but curse under his breath.

She also hoped that she could convey the news here by talking to Lissandra in her sleep, so that the powerful Frost Witch would rescue her.

In order to have a safe place to rest tonight, Portier had no choice but to follow the Wild Hunt's request and lean over again to anxiously search for black ice on the ice.

The cold wind was like a knife, cutting her cheeks painfully, but she no longer cared about that at the moment. She walked forward along the icy wave, her eyes fixed on the ice beneath her feet, not missing any suspicious signs.

Soon, she found a piece of black ice at a place where ice patterns intersected.

Judging from its appearance, this piece of black ice should have fallen from the slave demon. It is only the size of a thumb, like a sealed black gem, tightly frozen in an inch-deep layer of ice.

"How am I going to get it out without an ice axe?" Portier asked.

"Aren't you a proud dragon? Figure out a way yourself." The Wild Hunter deliberately didn't tell her the various uses of the skin armor, just to see her worry.

Portier clenched her fists in anger, and cursed the Wild Hunt in her heart. If the damned Wild Hunt hadn't forced her into this fragile human body, with her dragon power, it would have been effortless to take out the black ice.

But then, she suddenly realized that if she could really turn back into a dragon, why would she need to go to so much trouble to find black ice? She could just spread her wings and fly away, and she would be able to completely escape from the predicament.

She found herself increasingly taking on the perspective of this body, which caused a subtle psychological change that made her extremely irritated.

Without any tools at hand, Portier could only kneel on the ice and use his fingers to pick at the ice. Although the skin armor was disguised as gloves, it still provided some protection, at least much better than using bare hands.

However, as soon as she bent down, the Crazy Hunter who had been waiting for a long time found the right moment to spread open her tender buttocks, which looked very full because of being raised high, and inserted the hot and muscled spear deep into the layers of folds.

"Hmm...!" The sudden stimulation made Portier frown and his pupils tremble in panic.

Now the tearing and stinging pain at the beginning was gone, but the pleasure of being filled was equally not to be underestimated. Unprecedented stimulation swept through her body, and the muscles at the roots of her thighs spasmed uncontrollably, making her soul tremble uncontrollably, and she subconsciously clamped her buttocks.

"Ha...ah..." The faint and suppressed panting sound rose and fell on the ice surface with the frequency of the Wild Hunt's thrust, complementing the crisp sound of the bell. Portier knew that she could not stop anything. At this point, she could only let the Wild Hunt play with her body at will. She gritted her teeth and continued to scratch the ice surface with her fingers, scraping out fine ice chips with her nails.

But shaved ice is just a simple repetitive mechanical movement that does not require much brain power to think, so she couldn't help but focus all the extra attention on herself.

There were strange movements under the skin armor, and although the Wild Hunter did not show up, Portier felt as if there was a man pressing on her from behind, thrusting his hips hard against her buttocks.

The round buttocks were deformed in the collision, and the private parts of the two people were tightly combined together, making waves of silvery watery sounds that only she could hear.

Because she was leaning over, her plump peaches were plucked at will and used as reins to steer a carriage. A pair of big hands pressed them deeply, leaving red and swollen marks. It was painful and pleasurable, and the tips of her two peaches became excited and hard with blood. The astringent bulges could be seen through her skin.

A tingling sensation spread throughout his body, and a burning heat gradually radiated from deep in his abdomen, causing Portier to break out in a sweat even in the cold weather.

She didn't understand why humans could feel comfortable when their bodies were violated. They couldn't even control their own bodies. No wonder they were an inferior race.

However, feeling the waves of pleasure coming over her, she suddenly understood why the Wild Hunt was so keen on this kind of thing.

Even she, under the continuous onslaught of pleasure, gradually sank into the ocean of desire, and even her remaining rationality was submerged, making it impossible to think critically.

The waves of pleasure sapped Portier's strength, sucking away her control over her body like a black hole.

My breathing lost its rhythm, my body started to heat up, my bones became softer and softer, and the strength of my shaved ice became weaker and weaker. All the strength to hold my head up was drained away, and I rested my head on my arms, only my butt was still raised high.

The Wild Hunter fumbled around the wet and messy entrance of the garden, found a particularly raised small particle, and attacked the tiny spring buds with a violent and violent attack.

"Uh... um..." Portier's already dilated vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and the numbing sensation flowed through her body like an electric current, causing her to contract her buttocks, which had already been stretched to the extreme, again and again until her muscles kept spasming in protest.

The moan that could no longer be suppressed flowed out quietly between the lips and tongue. It seemed as if something had broken through the gates in the slightly bulging belly of the goddess of beauty, and an explosion was brewing. The burning desire made the body twist restlessly.

Seeing this, the Wild Hunter launched a final sprint, and the big stick drove in unhindered. The tight flesh walls around it also responded to the extreme, with layers of folds twisting and wrapping around it, tightening and sucking violently. The ultimate pleasure surged into his mind, and he couldn't help but spurt out large streams of thick white puffs, filling the wet and hot acupuncture points.

"Ahhh!!!" With a gentle cry that had been suppressed for who knows how long, Portier's nerves finally broke silently. Her brain went blank, her body trembled violently, and a large amount of moisture began to seep out from below. Her legs finally couldn't support her anymore and she collapsed.

The whole person lay on the ice, trembling like a stranded fish, trying hard to correct his disordered breathing.

"Aren't you going to fight to the end? Why are you like this?" The Wild Hunter patted Portier's butt, but she just twisted a few times and didn't mean to get up. She lay limply on the ice as if her bones and muscles had been pulled out.

"It's all because of you, you pervert!"