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In addition, it can be confirmed that they now genuinely want to be intimate with Lu Mo—although they don't have as much affection for Lu Mo as Theresa, their friendliness towards Lu Mo has increased somewhat thanks to Beatrice's previous assistance.

Lu Mo could clearly sense the emotions of the two people, which made him feel subtly awkward.

Since the two of them have so quickly and proactively shown him goodwill, it wouldn't be right for Lu Mo not to reciprocate, especially since both of them are characters who would be highly favored even if they weren't his wives.

If you refuse now that they're being so enthusiastic.

But we can't ignore Theresa.

Fortunately, calming Theresa is not much harder than calming a cat; a little scratching of her chin will do the trick.

The quietness of Theresa led the two to mistakenly believe that Theresa had not taken the initiative, so they subtly hinted at it to Lu Mo.

Judging from this scene alone, it's hard to imagine what their attitude towards Lu Mo was before.

Now, in front of Lu Mo are Theresa's pleading eyes, and below him are two "older sister figures" whom he both respects and loves, extending kindness to him.

Therefore, Lu Mo could only touch Theresa's head with one hand while simultaneously comforting the two people below with the other.

Although the movements were relatively normal, Lu Mo felt as if he was taming a kitten on top and a puppy on the bottom.

I felt like a pet store employee.

Seeing the current state of the three of them, Lu Mo felt that if they were to meet each other, there would definitely be some interesting developments.

He could easily have enjoyed the happiness of being with the three of them by using a little trickery, but Lu Mo just wouldn't.

In a way, I can understand what it feels like to have multiple relationships.

This kind of thing is indeed tempting. You can feel it when you secretly whisper sweet nothings to different people and other people behind their backs, let alone when someone directly touches your head.

It's even more exciting than time management, since several people are present.

"Hmph, little Mo is being naughty..."

A woman's voice, tinged with a lazy smile, suddenly rang out, just as the atmosphere was about to shift from ambiguity to something more exaggerated.

It is Beatrice.

She had somehow moved to the other end of the long table, her eyes shimmering with amusement and amusement.

Despite having her perceptions altered, she wasn't too dissatisfied with it; in fact, she felt a bit proud.

It was like the exaggerated expression of someone who thinks their junior is doing a great job, which made Lu Mo, who is usually thick-skinned, a little embarrassed.

Beatrice's slight resentment stemmed from Lu Mo's excessive immersion in the moment.

They actually forgot about their older sister and became obsessed with other people. She could have done it too, she could even wear cat ears and a cat tail belt.

As for Shiyu Qiluo, Cheng Lixue, and Theresa, they were now somewhat embarrassed and sweating profusely after being awakened by this voice.

Beatrice is Lu Mo's true love; none of them are.

Although the hypnosis has not been lifted, they remain very conscious in this respect!

Theresa realized how embarrassing her behavior had been.

Shigure Kira and Cheng Lixue knew that Beatrice was aware of their existence, yet they still acted that way.

This is incredibly embarrassing in two ways.

However, Beatrice did not even glance at them.

From beginning to end, all she could see was that scoundrel who was looking at her with an innocent expression.

Lu Mo's expression seemed to say, "They did this on their own initiative; it has nothing to do with me."

"Alright, the game is over." Beatrice's voice was full of affection but also carried a hint of warning. "That's enough for today. Don't bully them anymore."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Lu Mo's smile changed instantly, as if it were a signal—after all, he was the master, wasn't he?

That night, in the master bedroom of Shaniat Castle.

On the enormous, ornately carved European-style bed, large enough to accommodate seven or eight people rolling around on, Lu Mo leaned leisurely against the soft headboard, just like an emperor waiting to visit his harem.

I didn't feel anything when I first slept with Kiana.

Sleeping with four people at once now really gives me a sense of the luxury of old-fashioned aristocracy.

If it weren't for this situation, it would be really hard to enjoy it—after all, the people I know live relatively simply.

Of course, no room could be more luxurious than what he was experiencing. Around him were four equally breathtakingly beautiful, deadly alluring bodies.

They were not sleeping princesses, but rather waiting for their "master's" favor with an attitude full of obedience and expectation.

Beatrice lay on her side to his right. She wore only a gossamer-thin silk nightgown, her long, snow-white hair cascading like a waterfall onto the soft silk pillow. Her azure eyes, shimmering with a gentle light, were fixed on him, unblinking. A slight smile played on her lips, ready to do something with him at any moment.

Theresa curled up at his right foot. Her small body, like the most clingy kitten, was tucked into a ball, her head resting on his ankle.

As for those little hands, they were restless, gently stroking his calves, while his jewel-like eyes were filled with childlike curiosity and a greed that represented his true age.

Shigure Kira occupied his left side. Unlike Beatrice, she didn't cling to him intimately, but kept a fist's distance from him, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

She changed into a set of black lace that exuded a forbidden aura.

This somewhat reflects the uniqueness of her age—younger than the older generation, but the oldest among the new generation.

Those deep blue eyes were filled with a complex mix of struggle and despair, as if a battle between heaven and man was raging within them.

Although she was hypnotized, she experienced the wonderful feeling of being with Lu Mo, and she really had to admit that Lu Mo was very good at making her feel comfortable.

As for Cheng Lixue, she lay down at his left foot. Compared to the initiative of the other three, her behavior appeared much more passive.

She simply lay there, her hands folded on her flat stomach, her eyes darting away as she gazed at the magnificent crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Her abnormally flushed cheeks and slightly disordered breathing betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

The close relationship she had with her master had a significant impact on her.

Looking at the "bedtime scene" before him, a satisfied smile appeared on Lu Mo's face. It was enough to drive any man crazy.

He slowly extended his hand, not touching the perfect "saint" who was so close at hand, nor teasing the "(quasi)bishop" who was playing with fire, but bypassing them and setting his sights on the seemingly most "unwilling" and upright "valkyrie".

"Sister Lixue, you're so far away from me...do you not like me?"

These words, filled with grievance and probing, were undoubtedly fatal to Cheng Lixue, who was not currently under hypnosis.

"No...no!" Hearing Lu Mo's voice almost made Cheng Lixue feel a shock.

She almost instinctively retorted, her voice trembling slightly due to extreme tension and panic.

She sat up abruptly in bed, not even bothering to straighten her clothes which had become slightly disheveled from the movement, and stared intently at Lu Mo with her anxious and fearful eyes.

Her feelings were indeed a little complicated...

Her relationship with Lu Mo was a bit awkward—after all, Beatrice wasn't the real Beatrice, so she wouldn't cause any displeasure or misunderstanding to the "master" she was supposed to serve.

Cheng Lixue's body moved forward on the soft mattress, little by little, with a kind of pilgrimage-like devotion, toward the man who was half-lying on the bed, looking at her with a playful expression.

Finally, she stopped in front of him and slowly lowered her head, which was usually full of determination and sternness.

"I'm sorry, Master..."

Her voice was as soft as a sigh, yet it was filled with absolute, unquestionable obedience and humility.

Clearly, in this script, her performance had the greatest impact among the group.

"Li Xue...it's not that I don't like you. It's just...it's just that I haven't gotten used to being so...intimate with Master..."

Upon hearing this humble and submissive reply, a satisfied smile appeared on Lu Mo's face.

Li Xue is an obedient disciple—but that only makes Lu Mo want to bully her even more.

Under normal circumstances, this hardest and most difficult-to-crack "ice" melts at an unimaginably fast speed for me.

If, in the real "past," I were to do this in front of other people...

Lu Mo's smile grew even brighter.

"Oh? Is it just... that you're not used to it?"

His voice carried an obvious, malicious mockery. He didn't give Cheng Lixue any chance to explain; he simply reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, then, without any mercy, yanked her sharply in his direction.

"what……"

Cheng Lixue let out a short gasp, instantly losing her balance. Almost instinctively, she tried to struggle and regain her footing.

But her strength seemed so pale and powerless under Lu Mo's seemingly small but skillful pulling.

After all, Cheng Lixue was afraid of offending Lu Mo.

Her body traced a graceful arc in the air, and then, like the softest feather, she floated lightly yet firmly into a soft, warm, and loving embrace.

The aura of my master...

Cheng Lixue was stunned for a moment, then quickly snapped out of the strange thought.

She... fell into Beatrice's arms.

On one side was the "saint's" full, warm bosom, radiating maternal warmth; on the other side was the "master's" scorching embrace, filled with aggression and possessiveness.

Cheng Lixue felt her brain completely blank, filled with a dizzying sense of happiness.

Although Beatrice was slightly younger than her.

But she sensed her master's (mother's) presence.

The sense of disorientation became increasingly apparent.

Lu Mo, however, took all of this into account.

He looked at his arm, which was sandwiched between two equally perfect bodies, and felt the two completely different yet equally intoxicating softness.

The desire that he had been deliberately suppressing, which had become even more insane and greedy, finally erupted completely, like a flood bursting through a dam.

How can having just one be enough?

Such an exquisite beauty...

Of course...

That's why it's most wonderful to enjoy it together at the same time.

It's okay, all four of mine are the same... Ah!

"Come here, all of you."

Lu Mo's voice no longer carried any trace of the innocence of a "child," but was filled with the unquestionable authority and command of a "master."

Upon hearing this instruction, the four women, who had each occupied a corner of the bed, instantly stiffened.

They exchanged a glance instinctively, and then, like four exquisite marionettes controlled by invisible threads, they slowly began to crawl toward the tiny "deity" sitting in the center of the bed.

Their movements were incredibly seductive.

Beatrice, like the most elegant white swan, stretched out her long, slender limbs, full of sacred beauty.

Theresa, on the other hand, was like a clingy little kitten, wriggling her adorable, petite body covered in white silk stockings.

Shigure Kira – naturally, it's not about singing to showcase her charm, but rather about exuding the composure of an elder.

Cheng Lixue, on the other hand, was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. Although her movements were slightly stiff, they carried a heart-stopping, forbidden, and heroic air.

It makes you want to break her, to make her submit.

Finally, the four of them stopped in front of Lu Mo in a symmetrical and aesthetically pleasing pose.

"Lie down."

Lu Mo issued another order.

This time, his voice even carried a hint of obvious, impatient urging.

The four of them dared not hesitate for a moment.

With perfect coordination, they simultaneously rolled over and lay side by side on the soft and spacious bed in a supine position.

They used their four equally flawless yet uniquely charming bodies without any pity to demonstrate their obedience before their common "master".

Their bodies nestled tightly together, forming a unique tapestry woven from the finest, warmest flesh and blood—

—A living, breathing bed.

Lu Mo looked with satisfaction at the stunning scenery before him, a scene so beautiful it could drive any man mad, filled with an atmosphere of decadence and luxury.

Then, he stood up, spread his arms, and like a hawk about to pounce on its prey, without hesitation, swooped down towards that "bed" that was filled with deadly allure and exuded a four-colored fragrance.