Void Beetle Evolution Guide

She couldn't understand their movements at all from the beginning.

Isn't that the place used for... the cycle of the five grains?!

Why do we need to plug this in?!

Won't it hurt to have something that big inserted? Won't I die?

Why does it seem like they're enjoying it even more?!

Lux's eyes are so wide open because that's the size of her face.

The Wild Hunt reached out before her, kneading her soft, white breasts encased in her long dress, shaping them into various grotesque forms. The shameless demon joined in, kneeling behind the Wild Hunt and licking his crotch with his tongue, while using the whip rope to pull back and forth across his wrists that were wrapped around Cassiopeia's, aiding the two in their act of intercourse, causing the femme fatale's delicate body to tremble.

Driven by instinct, Lux initially had some clue, but the arrival of a third party made her lose all understanding. This chaos made the already erotic scene even more impactful.

Vayne, standing to the side, didn't frown at all from beginning to end, unable to understand why this devil would willingly be someone else's lapdog.

Looking at the barely visible point of union, Lux bit her lower lip, clearly feeling a bewitching sensation in her lower abdomen.

She wanted to explore the mysteries of her own body, but her hands were dangling outside the tub, leaving her helpless. She could only try to position herself in Cassiopeia's position while imagining the sensation of a giant rod penetrating her.

Just as the two bodies visibly tensed up, creating a highly dramatic final scene, the string in her heart snapped, her mind went blank, and all she could see was the wild spectacle of a flood breaking through a dam, mixed with thick white cream puffs pouring down.

Lux was jolted awake as she watched the Wild Hunt pull his massive member out of that place, glistening with an obscene sheen and covered in a large amount of unknown liquid, and walk straight toward her.

Is it...is it my turn now?

Really...really are we going to put this in our mouths?!

No! Absolutely not!!

But if we don't do this, we won't have anything to eat, and the hunger caused by the pesticide treatment is unbearable for most people...

Just as the girl's vest was in disarray, Wild Hunt stopped and looked down at her terrified face.

He frowned, stopped approaching, and turned to Cassiopeia, saying, "At least take her to take a bath, okay?"

As expected, she was rejected. Lux was on the verge of tears, her self-esteem shattered. Now, even homeless people on the street would probably avoid her.

Even through the bucket, you can smell the stench emanating from her. Wild Hunt would never sleep with such a filthy creature. His skin armor can clean up excrement, but that doesn't mean he has a taste for it.

The skin and nail system primarily function by precisely providing the host with the nutrients needed to maintain vital signs, rendering the digestive system redundant and thus eliminating waste production. As for sweat and dander, they are not really a problem.

“It was my oversight,” Cassiopeia readily agreed, unwilling to lift a finger herself, and then shifted the blame to Evelyn: “You move her out.”

"Damn you..." Evelyn wanted to curse the two scoundrels, but in the end she succumbed to their tyranny and obediently carried the manure bucket out.

As for the girl in the bucket, she said nothing. How could the illustrious Miss Crown Guard have fallen to this state? Once pride is shattered, it can never be pieced back together; she had given up trying to think.

After a thorough rinse, the girl regained some of her senses. But the changes that had occurred to her body were something that no amount of water could wash away.

Leaving aside the festering sores, when Lux noticed that her originally small and cute pink breasts had turned into two huge lumps bigger than her head hanging on her chest, so heavy that she felt a pain in her chest even without holding them, and so filthy that she just wanted to cut them off on the spot.

That pitch-black halo, filled with an unknown amount of filth, was more filthy than even the most ravaged prostitutes. The crimson buds had turned into moldy seeds, their large openings seemingly filled with indelible grime, appearing dirtier than a belly button that hadn't been cleaned in decades.

Further down, a layer of greasy tire tracks had appeared on the once flat abdomen. The dense black forest had replaced the smooth plain, and the firm, restrained clam meat had turned into outward-facing butterfly wings, drooping down like two wrinkled, tattered rags, making one feel disgusted and as if there must be some terrible disease inside.

However, while her torso had become so enormous, her hands and feet remained as white and slender as a young girl's, making her resemble a pig. The contrast between the two made her body appear even more repulsive, utterly devoid of beauty, and extremely unnatural.

Witnessing the changes in her body firsthand, the girl's love of beauty was once again severely damaged.

At this moment, she had lost the sense of relief she felt after coming out of the tub. She only wanted to jump into the fire pit to burn off her excess fat, or go back into the tub to avoid the strange looks from others.

After being taken back to the basement and forced to stand in front of the Wild Hunt, Lux tried her best to hide the strangeness on her body, but how could she hide it?

The dark halo was like a spreading virus, so large that she couldn't cover it with her hands. No matter how she tried to hide it, it would be seen.

At that moment, she wasn't thinking about covering up her shame at all; she was only thinking about covering up her ugliness because she had nothing left to cover up.

The changes that occurred in her physical body finally made Lux's form no longer resemble a normal person, and she began to loathe her filthy self.

Wild Hunt glanced at her twice, still finding it unacceptable, and had Cassiopeia find a new barrel to stuff her in, preferring to keep her out of sight.

Then he sat down on the barrel, slammed his manhood into Lux's face, and reluctantly shouted, "Open your mouth."

As Lux was mercilessly whipped by the hard object, she instinctively opened her mouth, but only a crack appeared.

"Do I really have to give in here?" the girl asked herself.

She may have been wrong, but were the actions of these abusers right? How can one succumb to evil?

"Did you order them to capture me?" The girl suddenly asked, her intense resentment driving her to ask.

"So what if it is?" Wild Hunt said bluntly.

"..." After a moment of silence, Lux organized her thoughts, "I admit that this matter started because of me, and I was also protected by my family and did not receive the appropriate punishment. But this is not a reason for you to be above the law. A truly fair judgment should be made by the people."

As her words became clearer, her gaze grew increasingly resolute: "I will absolutely not yield to you. Even if I am guilty, I should not be punished by you who use despicable means!"

Chapter 538 Corporal Education

"What a stubborn fool. Looks like you're determined to never admit your guilt." Wild Hunt grinned as he looked at Lux, who had mustered the courage to talk back to him. It would be so boring if she just gave in like that.

“I plead guilty, but you have no right to punish me,” Lux retorted defiantly. Deep down, she felt she had been treated unfairly.

Wild Hunt shook his head and retorted, "Laws are also made by people, and the problems often arise precisely from those who make the laws. You say let the people decide, but what if even the people are deceived by them?"

“You knew the problem, yet you still tried to exploit this loophole to escape punishment. Therefore, you deserve to be punished, rather than worrying about who should carry it out.”

"Since you think my words don't carry weight, then I'll take you to find someone who truly has weight. Don't deny your guilt then."

"Okay!" Lux was speechless. She gritted her teeth and agreed. As long as she didn't have to suffer torture here anymore, that was better than anything else.

Thinking he had escaped unscathed, Wild Hunt suddenly changed the subject: "But before that, you should first demonstrate your learning achievements. After all, you don't want to appear in this state, do you?"

"Ugh—" Lux's expression shifted several times, but she ultimately succumbed to the Wild Hunt's tyranny, opening her mouth in utter humiliation. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

The scorching heat hit her face, and the dried-out penis, which hadn't been washed after intercourse, reeked of an indescribable fishy stench, and was placed right on her face.

It was disgusting, but what right did she have to complain now? She had become such a grotesque mess that even she despised herself. To regain her virginity, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and go for it.

However, just getting to this step almost drove Lux to the brink of collapse. Her mind was restricted, but the thing kept swinging back and forth in front of her and refused to go in on its own. She struggled to open her mouth to receive it but got whipped all over her face, looking like a stupid fish that had been caught.

She finally got to eat, but the small opening of the barrel restricted her head's movement. Every time she moved her head, it bumped against her throat, causing her to cough and vomit. Despite trying everything, she couldn't satisfy Wild Hunt, and after several attempts, Wild Hunt's patience ran out.

"You useless brats from noble families, you won't even eat when I feed you!" Wild Hunt grabbed Lux's head and shoved the food down her throat.

Lux struggled violently, nearly suffocating; this was completely different from what she had seen. Why was Cassiopeia wearing such an expression of enjoyment when she was clearly in so much pain?

She certainly wouldn't understand, because she lacked Cassiopeia's awareness. For the latter, any physical contact with the Wild Hunt was sweet, and the more forbidden the touch, the more excited she became; what she sought was not merely physical pleasure.

Wild Hunt grabbed Lux's hair hastily, shoved a few mouthfuls of cream puff into her mouth, and left. After getting up, he went straight to Vayne, who thought he couldn't get any pleasure with Lux and was coming to vent his anger on her. She immediately clenched her fists, ready to fight back at any moment.

But to his surprise, Wild Hunt only glanced at her a few times before leaving. What did that mean? He'd rather hunt a boar than lay a hand on her? Was she really that unattractive?

No one cared about Vayne's thoughts. She had never been on the Wild Hunt's list from beginning to end; she was simply unlucky enough to stumble upon it. The Wild Hunt never intended for her to do anything. What could she possibly do?

In the basement, Miss Mianwei, who had been forcibly given oral sex, had her eyes rolled back, and a mouthful of thick semen remained in her mouth for a long time, struggling with whether to swallow it or spit it out.

In the end, hunger triumphed over reason. Even if he vomited on the lid, it would only stink up his own body. He might as well endure the stench and swallow it down to bring some comfort to his rumbling stomach.

But then again, she managed to get it done, but it seems she didn't quite satisfy the other party... She wondered if they would use that as an excuse to keep the antidote.

As it turned out, she had worried unnecessarily.

A short while later, Cassiopeia came over with a syringe and, after much rambling, inserted it into her neck.

"To be honest, Master is too kind. He even gave you the antidote after your performance. After this injection, your body will be back to normal in less than a day, and even your injuries will be healed. You won't have to suffer this torture anymore. Come upstairs with me to eat something and rest for a day. Tomorrow, I'll let you go see the judge."

"Such a good thing?!" Lux was almost overwhelmed by the sudden surge of happiness, her face flushed as she repeatedly said, "Thank you... thank you..."

The Wild Hunt's method of slapping someone first and then giving them a sweet treat is still very effective at dealing with innocent young girls like this. Compared to the vicious Cassiopeia, Lux suddenly felt a bit more favorably disposed towards him.

Although it was the Wild Hunt who ordered her to be forcibly tied up, he only wanted her to realize her mistakes because of her "wickedness," and Lux ​​could understand this intention.

The method used was simply inappropriate; having Cassiopeia administer the box torture was too extreme.

Fortunately, the other party was reasonable. As soon as he arrived, she was relieved and was even allowed to go find the judge on her own.

In order not to disappoint the other party's good intentions, Lux vowed that she would not run away halfway and would settle the matter of right and wrong and give each other justice!

……

In a dense forest in northern Demacia, the ice dragon Portil lay relaxed under a large tree, leisurely swishing its tail and teasing several newly hatched dragons, letting them tug at its fur with their tiny teeth without getting angry.

Although these young dragons were as white as she was, they were not her offspring, but rather the offspring of a white dragon couple.

After the Darkin War, she searched for the Wild Hunt frantically. She first went to Uzeris, but found no trace of Cassiopeia, so she traveled north through Demacia back to Freljord, where she asked another familiar, Ashe, to confirm whether the Wild Hunt was still alive.

But just a mountain range away from Laxtak, she had to attack a farm to fill her stomach, and because she couldn't evacuate in time, she was besieged by dragon riders.

Already wounded in the battle, she was further injured and forced to flee into the nearby forest. The dragon riders gave chase, but a white dragon that had gone out to hunt for food appeared and scared them away, thus saving Portil from danger.

The white dragon, like her, was covered in fur, suggesting they were likely related by blood, which naturally fostered a sense of closeness. Seeing her wounded, it took her back to its lair to recuperate.

Then Portil encountered another female dragon and a litter of baby dragons, learning that they were mates and had just hatched. The male dragon had gone out to find food for his young.

Out of consideration for their shared kind, the couple took in Botil. During this time, she also consumed the livestock that the male dragon had captured, gradually regaining some of her strength, and also became familiar with the mother and son.

However, due to her previous rampage over Demacia and attacks on farms, the male dragon is finding it increasingly difficult to hunt. In addition, he also has to take care of feeding the mother and cubs as well as the sick, and is gradually becoming overwhelmed.

So they discussed it and decided to send out another adult dragon to hunt for food. Pottier wanted to repay the couple for their help, but because he was still injured and unfamiliar with the surrounding area, he was left behind.

Of course, guarding the baby dragon was also a sign of the couple's trust in her. In order not to disappoint their expectations, Portil treated the baby dragon as her own child.

Looking at the vibrant dragon cubs, Portil was also overcome with maternal instincts. Unfortunately, the effects of the black ice rendered her infertile for life, and the only thing that could potentially repair her congenital defect—the Void Armor—was forcibly removed.

Thinking of this, she missed Wild Hunt even more and wanted to have a few little dragon cubs with him.

Once her injuries heal, she will continue her search for her husband. Another competitor has already made their move, which is practically a forfeit; then no other dragon will be able to compete with her!

Chapter 539 One Tree Cannot Support the Whole

Portil was still playing with the little dragon, unaware that danger was approaching.

A line of Demacian soldiers, clad in armor and armed with weapons, were groping their way forward through the dim forest, following the footprints left by a dragon.

They received orders that recently, dragons have been rampant and dragon plagues have been raging, presumably due to the birth of young dragons, which has greatly increased the evil dragons' demand for food, leading them to begin invading human territory.

If we can annihilate the evil dragon and bring the young dragon back to the camp, that would be a great achievement!

The dense grass spread out beneath their feet, and although the soldiers tried to keep their footsteps down, the noise from their boots rubbing against the grass still alerted Portil.

She suddenly raised her head and let out a low growl. Hearing the warning, the young dragons scurried back into their tree hollows, their nests.

It was too late to move the baby dragon away. Portil was on high alert, ready to face the battle.

Minutes later, the soldiers arrived at the dragon's lair. They immediately spotted the baby dragons peeking out from the huge tree hollow and their faces lit up with joy.

The newly hatched dragons were already much larger than adults, but the soldiers were completely fearless, reaching forward with their hands on the hilts of their swords.

"Be careful, soldiers!" a white-haired scholar wearing a golden branch shouted. "Mother dragons usually don't stray too far from their cubs. Carefully check the surroundings and make sure she's gone before you act. And act quickly, or we'll all be doomed if we delay until she returns!"

The captain nodded and ordered his men to spread out and check the surroundings. Just then, they all felt a chill on their heads, and then saw the treetops above them trembling. Branches snapped and crashed to the ground, falling into the grass.

Heavy footsteps echoed, accompanied by the crackling of breaking trees and a low, chilling roar. A figure emerged from the dense forest, pushing aside the thick vegetation to reveal a massive head full of sharp teeth, a cold glint rolling from the depths of its throat.

“Little beauty…” Dragon egg scholar Mayne remained motionless. He had seen many dragons, some large enough to crash through city walls in a siege, but none were as beautiful as the one before him.

Its pale fur flowed like a stream across its body, its glowing horns contained powerful magic, and its wings, covered in lightning veins, were dazzlingly beautiful. Moreover, it exuded an icy chill, and branches beneath its feet froze and broke easily, clearly indicating that it was a mutated species.

The creature looked down at them and let out a soft roar that was enough to make those standing stumble and fall.

"Let's retreat. We can't snatch the baby dragon in front of an adult dragon. Be careful with your steps and don't provoke her into taking any rash actions. We'll make plans when the main force arrives."

Mayne offered advice, but the ice dragon attacked first upon hearing it. These humans needed to return for help; she couldn't let them leave alive!

The ice dragon took a deep breath, and its long neck immediately lit up section by section, causing the temperature to drop sharply.

"Oh no, she's about to unleash her breath attack!" Mayne shouted a warning.

"Steel Flash Formation!"

At the captain's command, the soldiers immediately formed a battle formation. Before the dragon's breath could fully accumulate, they formed a square formation, all kneeling on the ground, hiding their bodies behind the huge kite shields, huddled together, forming an iron wall.

The next moment, a chilling dragon's breath erupted. Wherever the cold air swept, the grass instantly froze, turning into countless thin, brittle ice blades. Yet, despite the extreme cold, the shield wall only formed a layer of frost. The soldiers hiding behind the shield wall shivered, looking extremely cold, but did not turn into ice sculptures as Portil had predicted.

For a fleeting moment, Portil's icy blue vertical pupils revealed the strangeness of the soldiers' shields and even their armor. Flash Steel, a special steel forged from anti-magic stones, was what had weakened the power of her breath!

Thinking of this, Portil angrily crushed the frozen, brittle branches beneath her feet and began to climb down the thick trunk. What could have been a swift and decisive victory now required more effort, which she found extremely troublesome.

If she hadn't been injured and unable to unleash her powerful breath, these human soldiers would have been utterly unable to withstand her attacks. Now, she can only exhale icy winds, which are greatly weakened and absorbed by the anti-magic stone. After these two losses, she can't even freeze a single person.

Seeing the ice dragon stop breathing, the soldiers put down their shields and hurriedly started moving around, shaking off the frost from their bodies. Their faces, red from the cold, showed a hint of pride.

The Steel Tempest formation is the foundation of many Demacian tactics, requiring every soldier to have unwavering faith in the shields they and their comrades hold. As long as they stand firm, the kingdom will prosper.

However, blocking the dragon's breath did not mean they could defeat it. The vast difference in size meant that even a casual wave of the dragon's hand could easily destroy their formation.