Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Having already tasted it once, Elise wasn't in such a hurry as the others. She patiently guided Wild Hunt's hands to support Iser's slender waist, while she herself continued to hold the bottle opener, letting the tip sink into the neck of the bottle to ensure that there wouldn't be any slippage or embarrassing incidents during the opening process.

"Hey, you're ignoring me, huh? Then I'll do it myself!" Ahri shouted, then stretched her legs over Iser and climbed onto her back.

For a moment, their full buttocks were stacked together like double cheeseburgers, sinking into each other's flesh, creating an extremely wanton composition. Even if Wild Hunt couldn't see it, just slightly stroking the salty, plump flesh with his hand made his blood boil.

"You just know how to bully Iser because he's indecisive and can't speak properly. You vixen aren't exactly honest people either." Elise snorted, feeling the throbbing veins in her palm urging her on. She immediately thrust her hips forward, pushing Wild Hunt's buttocks, and sounded the horn of attack.

As usual, Wild Hunt would think about things during sex. But this time, he completely blanked out his mind, letting his retinue do as they pleased, becoming a slave to his desires.

Pushed from behind by Elise, he didn't think twice. With his arms around Iser's waist and his hips working together, he broke through the thin barrier in an instant. Ignoring his torn wounds, he fought on like a wound-up toy, bleeding profusely.

Iser let out a groan of pain. She wasn't numb; she just couldn't express it. But this level of pain meant nothing to her. Instead, the pleasure of being filled relieved the constant cravings her body had felt since she realized she had become sexually aroused.

Each thrust felt like a back scratcher, thoroughly cleaning every itch-inducing nook and cranny of her body that her hands couldn't reach. Lingering in the throbbing, tingling pleasure, even her breathing rhythm matched the thrusts, trying to soothe the burning, hard muscles.

Moreover, she had Ahri as her mouth substitute. Although the target of the Wild Hunt's attacks was Ysher, Ahri, who was clinging tightly to Ysher, also enjoyed the aftershocks of the collision, wrapping her fox tail tightly around the Wild Hunt's waist.

Caught in the crossfire, she hallucinated that she was also being violently assaulted. Each time her hard lower abdomen pressed against her plump buttocks, she felt the sensation and let out a moan of pleasure. Her hands also unscrupulously grabbed Iser's soft breasts beneath her, kneading the full, soft, and bouncy breasts into the shape of ten fingers.

Elise, that wicked woman, was no ordinary person either. Not only did she help Wild Hunt enjoy her best friend's company from behind, but she also occasionally manually changed the Wild Hunt's tracks.

Every now and then, a piping tip covered in maple syrup is inserted into another cream puff that is gradually closing up due to thermal expansion and contraction. The constant friction generates heat, causing them to expand again and maintain their wildly hunted shape.

Under her skillful hands, the white cream puffs burst open one after another, filled with thick cream. The sticky white filling was continuously squeezed out and flowed down her crotch. The only difference was that one of them had a little strawberry jam mixed in, so the taste might be a little different.

Chapter 336 Your Uncle Spoils Her, Right?

Elise, that woman, said she would make things chaotic and tumultuous, and she truly did.

From daylight on the first day to nightfall on the second, the four indulged in pleasure and succumbed to lust in Elise's luxurious love nest.

Even Iser, who was just beginning to experience love, was mercilessly drawn into the revelry and dragged into a dozen rounds of fierce battle.

After a period of unrestrained revelry, everyone was exhausted and fell asleep one after another, embracing each other in their large bed.

Fortunately, the Wild Hunt is not human, so there are no limits to that and it cannot be drained. Otherwise, after this, he would only feel sore back, weak legs and all-over weakness.

Even at this point, on the morning of the third day, Wild Hunt was still woken up by the wicked woman who had slept soundly all night and was full of energy.

The passion before each parting is so intense that it's almost unbearable.

"Let's leave it at that this time. If this continues, it'll never end. I'll worry if I don't see Kasha for too long." Wild Hunt's gaze swept across the bed, glancing at the sleeping...

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The other two, still swaying precariously, patted Elise's plump, white buttocks, signaling her to get up. All three still had red welts from earlier on their bodies.

"So you still have your eye on Kai'Sa. Looks like Elise wasn't trying hard enough to make you forget other women." Elise sighed, but instead of obeying the Wild Hunt's orders, she increased the frequency of her head shaking. "Alright then, I'll finish this quickly and then send you and Ahri on your way."

Hearing her say that, the Wild Hunt stopped insisting and looked down at Elise, who was throating straight up. His scarlet eyes were filled with a confused sense of satisfaction, and his long eyelashes trembled as he deep-throated her.

As if remembering something, Wild Hunt suddenly asked, "By the way, you've been down here for almost two days. During the time you disappeared, weren't you afraid that someone would come looking for you in the office?"

“Don’t worry, I have a spider slave.” Elise answered casually while busy eating breakfast. Seeing the Wild Hunt frown, she explained, “It’s the helmsman from the Pilgrim’s ship when we first met.”

"Now that you mention it, I do remember." Wild Hunt recalled the tall helmsman, who always wore a wide black robe and stood tirelessly on the deck, steering the ship, for two weeks straight.

In reality, the figure beneath the black robe wasn't human at all, but rather a humanoid form constructed from a swarm of spiders. While spiders may have simple minds, their tens of thousands of brains, under the Queen's grand-scale banter, had somehow condensed into a degree of intelligence sufficient to handle daily affairs.

"How does it feel to be the governor of the Shadow Isles?" the Wild Hunt asked again.

"It feels like I've embarked on a brand new and promising life, all thanks to you, my dear God."

Elise sucked on the saliva that had spilled from the corner of her mouth, and then began to vigorously lick and suck, using all her strength to extract the warm soy milk from her stomach.

Wild Hunt, still in a state of morning erection, was squeezed to the extreme by Elise's vacuum-like stimulation. Before long, he felt a numbness in his waist, and a familiar feeling surged into his heart. He held her head and poured her another full glass.

"Mmm...mmm..." Elise swallowed, her throat bobbing up and down. The amount was quite large, but she took it all in, sucking out the last drop before spitting out the vajra-like thing that looked like it had been waxed and was shiny with water.

"And this area shouldn't be wasted either..."

Then, Elise murmured softly, seductively lifting a strand of hair stained with semen and putting it in her mouth, before casting her gaze toward the Wild Hunt, like a little bitch begging for her master's reward.

……

Soon after, Ahri slowly woke up on the soft bed. Recalling the madness of the previous night, it all felt unreal, like a dream.

However, the lingering tingling and soreness in her body clearly reminded her that those crazy experiences were not illusions, but real events.

After a tender moment, the two packed up and set off. Standing at the entrance of their love nest, Ahri told Wild Hunt about her original request.

"My benefactor, could you please accompany Ahri on this journey? I'm still a little afraid to explore the secret vault alone."

“No problem. That was my plan all along: to take you to the vault and make sure you’re safe before leaving. I already asked Kasha for leave for that.”

"I see, how thoughtful of you." Ahri was very grateful for Wild Hunt's thoughtfulness and couldn't help but hug him.

"Alright, alright, let's talk on the way." Hearing Elise urging her from the side, Ahri simply didn't let go, clinging tightly to Wild Hunt, just like when they came in, and moved through the giant trapdoor spider's silk.

She raised her eyelids to secretly observe Wild Hunt's reaction. Seeing that he did not refuse, she was overjoyed and rubbed her head against his cheek, her tail wagging incessantly to express her inner excitement and joy.

The Wild Hunt caught the spider silk shooting from above and used it to suspend them in mid-air; however, the two were not rising, but falling.

Elise explained, “I will lead you to the secret passage to avoid the sight of the soldiers on the ground. Otherwise, even as the governor of this place, I cannot explain why you outsiders would suddenly appear in the camp.”

The secret passage was at the foot of the Thick Throat, well hidden and safe enough. This passage was much longer and steeper than the tunnel they had come through, and unsurprisingly, some ambiguous accidents occurred.

Unlike Elise, Ahri doesn't have flexible appendages. Faced with the spiderweb-covered, slippery, and difficult-to-climb stone wall, she has no way to get a foothold. She can only rely on Wild Hunt behind her, pushing her hips with both hands to help her climb the steep slope with difficulty.

When Ah Li finally crawled out of the tunnel, he was panting heavily, especially his buttocks, which felt almost numb. The prolonged compression felt like a slap mark on his buttocks.

Wild Hunt glanced around and realized that they had left the area of ​​Hylia Port and arrived at a withered flower garden on the outskirts of the city.

The exit they had just climbed out of was an inconspicuous dry well in the flowerbed. The bottom of the well was covered with a lid made of spider silk and dead branches and leaves, which completely blocked the secret passage inside.

"You've got a knack for finding good spots," Ahri said, peering into the well and clicking her tongue.

“A cunning rabbit has three burrows, you know.” Elise smiled slyly. “Actually, I also plan to dig a tunnel to the secret vault, so I can avoid the checkpoints along the way and take the relics inside without anyone noticing.”

"Being a governor is such a hassle." Ah Li wasn't envious at all; she couldn't stand that kind of backstabbing and intrigue.

"It's alright, I'm actually enjoying it so far."

"By the way, Elise, tell your men to avoid going too far east, to give Ahri more time," Wild Hunt instructed. "A vault that can house the Visha's clan must be quite large, and Ahri will likely have a hard time exploring it all on her own in a short time."

"Waaah, you're so kind, my benefactor~" Ahri was deeply moved and threw herself into Wild Hunt's arms again.

"Okay, then you can spoil her as much as you want. I'm not jealous at all."

Elise deliberately dragged out her words, speaking in a sarcastic tone, and even glanced at Ahri. Ahri wasn't going to back down and immediately glared back, instantly creating a tense atmosphere between them.

A few seconds later, the tension vanished completely, replaced by playful banter and jokes.

"Alright, that's all I can take you this far. The rest of the way is up to you."

"Then you should go back quickly. With my benefactor by my side, there's nothing to worry about."

Elise stepped forward and pressed her crimson lips to Wild Hunt's, offering a kiss. She hadn't tied her hair up today; her long, red hair flowed gracefully as she turned, disappearing into the dry well along with its owner.

Chapter 337 The Spirit of Nature

After leaving Elise's love nest, Ahri headed east on the island.

If Wild Hunt remembers correctly, the Vessag's secret vault should be near the east coast, but exactly where? Is it on the surface or underground? We'll only know once we find it.

However, Ahri wasn't in a hurry. Spending more time on the search meant that the Wild Hunt could stay with her longer.

Walking on the Shadow Isles once again, Ahri felt a completely different emotion.

She still remembers that when she first arrived on the island, a thick black fog spread like a surging tide, and vicious ghosts were hidden in the fog, which was terrifying.

Ahri, all alone at that time, was terrified with every step she took. In the end, she was unfortunately captured by Thresh and imprisoned, where she almost starved to death due to lack of supplies.

But now, the black mist has dissipated, the curse has been lifted, and Ahri walks in the sunlight, protected by the Wild Hunt. She no longer feels fear. She even has the leisure to stroll and stop, carefully observing the surrounding scenery.

Centuries-old curses have warped everything on the Shadow Isles beyond recognition, leaving them in a state of ruin rarely seen from the outside. However, setting aside the dangers, this...

The unique scenery possesses a strange beauty, offering a distinctive charm.

The trees along the roadside were twisted and crooked, and yellow sap flowed from the wounds on the rotten black bark, as if some animal had frantically clawed at the trunk, leaving it mottled and broken.

As she walked, Ahri's fox ears twitched, as if she had heard something. She stopped and looked with her amber eyes at a thicket of thorny ferns. In the shadows of the jungle was some kind of long, green, slender creature, making a rustling sound as it moved.

"It's green, is it a rat snake?" Ahri was pleasantly surprised, as green was a rare color on Shadow Isles.

Whether it's snakes or something else, if life begins to appear on the lifeless Shadow Isles, it means that nature has recovered from its wounds and the ecosystem is about to revive.

With a hint of curiosity, Ahri went forward to investigate, only to discover that the writhing, long, thin object was not a snake, but a tree root.

“Living…roots…what’s going on?” Ahri was stunned.

"Could it be Maokai?" Wild Hunt guessed. Of all the sentient plants on the island, he could only think of Maokai.

"Maokai? Is that the nature spirit who survived the great destruction and still stubbornly lived on the island?" Ahri had only heard Elise mention that they had encountered Maokai.

She was rescued by the Wild Hunt from Thresh's prison. If she had joined them earlier, she might have met Maokai together.

Even old trees have a few new buds. Now that the curse has dissipated, it's estimated that it has begun to sprout new branches.

“Hmm, perhaps we can follow the tree roots to find Maokai,” Ahri suggested. “We’re not entirely sure of the exact location of the vault, so we can ask Maokai. As the oldest being on the island, he might know something.”

Wild Hunt thought Ahri's idea was pretty good, so he gave her a heads-up beforehand, "That guy has a bad temper, so you'd better be prepared to be turned away."

"Give it a try, it's better than us searching aimlessly like headless flies."

Following the roots of the tree, Ahri found a strange, ugly tree in the center of the forest. Among the many dead trees, the green leaves growing on it were one of the few green things on the island.

Its roots emerged from the black soil, forming legs; its branches became sturdy arms; its clusters of burls were its joints; and its few green leaves were as sparse as the hair on a middle-aged man's head.

"What a magnificent tree spirit!" Ahri exclaimed, gazing up at the enormous creature before her.

Maokai seemed to be lost in a deep dream, its massive canopy motionless in the wind. Seeing it standing motionless in the forest, Ahri crept closer and summoned the Spirit Pearl to illuminate the totem-like face on the tree.

Under the light, the tree spirit sensed something; its hollow eye sockets glowed, its leaves rustled, its beard-like roots slowly unfurled, and its figure grew taller. It opened its mouth and emitted an ancient tone.

“You are… Vasani…”

Ahri perked up her ears. Although the tone was slightly off, she could tell that Maokai was saying "Visha Ning".

She responded excitedly, "That's right! I am the last Vasani in the world! Maokai the Eternal, do you know my people?"

The phosphorescent light in Maokai's eyes flickered, as if recalling the distant past: "Yes... my hospitable Vasani, whose wine was so good that even the roots of the trees were intoxicated by it, but unfortunately they all died in that disaster." Maokai said in a deep voice, "I am very glad to see Vasani again after a thousand years."

Perhaps it was because the Curse of Ruin no longer bothered Maokai, or perhaps Ahri's people had interacted with him, but the endless rage that lingered around the Twisted Tree also disappeared, and he was not as difficult to get along with as the Wild Hunt had said.

"We broke the curse of ruin, but those who died can never come back," Ahri said sadly.

"Oh? You were the ones who prevented the disaster?"

"Yes," Ahri answered truthfully.

“No wonder the black mist disappeared.” Maokai showed some surprise, leaning forward slightly, its decaying body creaking. “Vasani, what’s your name?”

"I don't know my name, but everyone calls me Ah Li."

"Ah Li. Thanks to you all, Blessed Island has finally seen the light of day again, and I no longer have to fight those undead day and night. This should be a happy thing, but..." Maokai's tone changed, full of helplessness.

"Just what?"

“My roots used to draw water from the unpolluted blessed waters deep within the island, but now they’ve vanished along with the black mist.” Maokai asked, “Ahri, do you have any clues?”

Ahri's face flashed with embarrassment upon hearing this. After all, it was they who had taken away the source of the Fountain of Life—the World Rune—that had left Maokai without the Blessed Light to draw upon.

It is important to know that the Fountain of Life is the origin of Maokai. It is the natural spirit born from the spring water and the guardian of this island.

"Well, actually, the black mist and the blessed water come from the same source. When the black mist problem is solved, the blessed water will inevitably disappear as well," Ahri explained, downplaying the issue.

“I see. What a pity.” Maokai let out a heavy sigh. “Well, it’s fortunate that the curse of ruin was lifted. Otherwise, those undead would keep resurrecting with the help of the black mist, and we would never be able to kill them all.”

"What impact will the lack of nourishment from Fuguang Water have on you?"

"It's nothing, just a bit slower to recover. If I have the strength, I'll drive out all those humans who have recently come to the port ruins!" Maokai's branches shook angrily, and some of the few leaves he had left fell.

Chapter 338 The Vessag Secret Treasury

"Why do you do this?" Hearing that it was related to Elise, Ahri couldn't help but ask the reason, wanting to help her resolve this hidden danger.

"Humans are the originators of the Curse of Ruin. Years ago, a group of people sailed to the port and unleashed the Great Ruin, destroying my once beautiful home. I hate humans as much as I hate the dead." Maokai's empty eye sockets gleamed with vengeance, and the leaves rustled like an old man's beard trembling with rage. His voice was heavy and slow, yet deafening.

Ahri said, embarrassed, "But they look... like they've come to rebuild the Shadow Isles."

"Hmph! Humans have no credibility with me anymore. I will not let them set foot in my home again. Once I have gathered enough power, I will drive them all away! Ahri, you shouldn't have anything to do with them, right?"

Maokai stared blankly at Ahri, as if trying to see right through her, making Ahri feel guilty. She mumbled, "Uh... I understand how you feel. Their country has also launched a war against my homeland."

"I'm sorry, Elise, I can't help you anymore." Ahri silently prayed for forgiveness in her heart.

She could not vouch for the Noxians' character, for they, like the Kamavia a thousand years ago, were instigators of war. The reconstruction of the Shadow Isles was not for ecological restoration, but for the sake of the contained objects on the island.