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Fu Hua's body stiffened abruptly.

An indescribable, complex sensation, a mixture of softness, warmth, and suffocation, instantly traveled from her cheeks and chest.

"How does it feel, my darling Hua Nu?" Lu Mo's voice, tinged with a teasing laugh, came from above her head. "—Isn't your junior's body... much more interesting than yours?"

“…You…shameless!” Fu Hua’s voice was muffled.

“Master,” Cocolia’s voice carried a hint of flattery, “—would you like me to use a little more force?”

That...bastard...!

The humiliation and despair in the "script" were instantly overwhelmed by a more real, angry feeling of being "slapped in the face."

She knew, of course, that Lu Mo wouldn't actually make any difference to their relationship because of things like body shape.

Her pride has never been in these empty external things.

but……

In this way...

To use another woman's "assets" to so openly and blatantly "humiliate" oneself...

He... he definitely did it on purpose!

In those cold, despairing eyes, a genuine rage, driven by a scalping impulse, flashed uncontrollably.

"Ah……"

A crisp, light laugh broke the silence.

It is Black Kirin.

She watched this dramatic scene unfold before her, a genuine smile playing in her dark, inky eyes.

For this red iris to show such an expression...

It's a pity the original owner is already dead; otherwise, it would have been really interesting for her to see this scene.

No, now that the original body is gone, then I am the original body.

There's nothing to regret.

But in the end, this man really does have something.

Although Fu Hua was burning with anger, she didn't let that emotion linger on her face for even a second.

The genuine murderous intent vanished instantly, perfectly transformed by her superb acting skills into a deeper sense of despair and humiliation, fully meeting the requirements of the script.

Fu Hua wouldn't erupt at that level.

However, Lu Mo had no intention of giving up.

"It seems that this alone is not enough."

But this level of anger towards Fu Hua is not enough, so we can only...

Lu Mo walked up to the two intertwined bodies, and with a few quick movements of both hands, easily flipped them over.

"Ugh...!"

“Ahh…!”

“Cocolia,” Lu Mo commanded without waiting for their response, “Lie down.”

"Yes, Master."

Cocolia obediently lay her hot body on her back on the cold ground, as if she had prepared a soft bed for him.

"As for you..." Lu Mo looked at the beautiful prisoner whose hands and feet were held down by him, with an expression on her face that said, "What else do you want?"

“Master,” Cocolia’s voice came from beneath Fu Hua, “would you like me to help you press her down a little tighter? After all, her body… is much smaller than mine.”

“No need,” Lu Mo chuckled. “She can’t escape.”

He slowly lowered his head and pressed his body completely against hers.

Together with Cocolia, they crushed Fu Hua into a sandwich.

"Now……"

His voice, carrying the triumphant declaration, slowly rang in Fu Hua's ears.

"Tell me, my Hua slave..."

"This game was specially prepared for you."

"How do you like it?"

"...Don't even think about it!" Fu Hua's face blazed with defiant fury. She tried to struggle, but the two women held her down even tighter, with Kiana and Himeko even joining in the effort. "Even if I die, I will never let a man like you touch me!"

"Is that so?" Lu Mo's face still held that confident expression. "Still so stubborn, my Hua slave."

"Go away...!"

"It seems you won't understand just by talking." Lu Mo chuckled lightly, ignoring her "protest" and slowly lowering his head.

"Well……!"

Fu Hua's body stiffened abruptly, and her once cold and angry eyes were instantly filled with astonishment and disbelief.

An experience that was both familiar and terrifying to her sprouted wildly from the deepest part of her body like vines.

No—that's my current experience with this kind of thing.

Fu Hua bit her lip hard, trying to swallow back the sob that was about to escape her lips.

No matter how well she portrayed herself as loyal and unyielding, her true situation was still...

"You're really stubborn." Lu Mo looked at her stubborn appearance and had an expression that said, "I knew this would happen."

He slowly pressed his lips to her earlobe, which was also slightly red from endurance, and whispered in a seductive voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Good wife."

This affectionate nickname, which carries the connotation of being "outside the script," caused Fu Hua's previously tense body to soften completely in an instant.

Those once stubborn and resistant, aloof eyes were now completely replaced by a look of tenderness and indulgence.

She looked at the man in front of her, who always liked to tease her in all sorts of naughty ways, and her heart was filled with helpless doting affection.

No matter how angry she is, Fu Hua softens with just one sentence.

After all, he was being affectionate with her again.

“…You,” she sighed softly, her voice devoid of any anger, only filled with boundless tolerance, “…what tricks are you planning to play now?”

"Hehe," Lu Mo's laughter was full of a sense of "success," "You understand me best."

He leaned close to her ear and continued in a tone that seemed like a "discussion" but was actually no different from a command:

"Don't you think that Miss Ji Lin over there is... a little too engrossed in what she's watching?"

"Shouldn't we add some more interesting juicy details to get her into character faster?"

"...So?" Fu Hua had already guessed what he was going to say next, and her voice was filled with undisguised laughter.

Let's do something a little bad.

“So,” Lu Mo’s voice carried a pleading tone that softened Fu Hua’s heart, “cooperate with me, okay? Make some… pitiful and lewd sounds.”

"Only in this way can we better arouse the curiosity of a strong person in her heart, right?"

"understood."

Fu Hua's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it carried a sense of indulgence, as if to say, "Since it's what you want, then I'll do it for you."

"Then... you must be a little gentle."

Fu Hua was also a little worried that Lu Mo would get too involved and go overboard.

“Of course,” Lu-Mo placed a kiss on her cheek as a “reward,” “after all…”

"—You are my dearest...wife."

The next moment, that tenderness between lovers vanished completely.

Lu Mo's movements became rough and aggressive again. Fu Hua, on the other hand, completely immersed herself in her "role."

"...No..." Her voice carried a suitable degree of pleading, achieving a tantalizing effect of feigned reluctance, "Please...let me go...my body...feels so strange..."

Her performance was so real; she perfectly captured the contradiction and despair of constantly struggling in the face of absolute power, yet uncontrollably succumbing to this pleasure.

"Ah...stop...! I...I can't speak...kill me...!"

Hei Jilin, who was standing to the side, gradually deepened the look in her dark eyes, which had initially held a hint of amusement.

I really didn’t expect it.

She knew Lu Mo was powerful, and she knew he was good at playing games. But to be able to transform that "Red Kite," more stubborn than ten-thousand-year-old ice, into this state...

It's unimaginable.

Is this man's talent in this area so outrageous?

With a flash, he silently appeared on that ambiguous "battlefield".

She ignored the man who was having a great time.

He simply looked at Fu Hua's current appearance and then naturally sat down on her slightly arched body with a little force.

“You…” Lu Mo stopped what he was doing, looked at this uninvited “intruder,” and raised an eyebrow slightly. “Do you want to be like her?”

“No,” Hei Jilin shook her head, her cold and beautiful face still bearing that arrogant expression, “I’m not here to beg for mercy.”

These words left Fu Hua feeling somewhat hopeless.

Even Black Ji Lin, as Ji Lin's "copy," is this heartbreaking. What will happen when Ling Sha, oh no, Dan Zhu and the others arrive...?

"Then what are you doing?"

“I’m just,” Hei Jilin’s lips curled into a sly smile, “a little curious about the content of the show you’re currently hosting.”

"Really?" Lu Mo chuckled. "So, how did you find the observation?"

"Hmm..." Hei Jilin pretended to ponder for a moment, then gave her "evaluation", "The impression is not bad, but I always feel like I can't grasp something."

"Oh? Then what do you suggest we do?"

"How about I help you... to liven things up a bit?" Hei Jilin's words revealed her undisguised interest.

If it were Ji Lin, she wouldn't be so direct; after all, she's the one who's involved in the scandal.

How to liven things up?

“It’s very simple,” Hei Jilin said with a “kind” smile. “I’ll get involved a little so you can have more fun.”

“And you…” she drawled, her suggestive gaze seeming to say, “You should understand the rest.”

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, who was saying "adding to the fun" but was actually eager to "get on stage," Lu Mo's smile became increasingly dangerous, even a little lewd.

“What if,” his voice held an obvious hint of amusement, “I also used you to add to the fun?”

Hehe, upon hearing this, Hei Jilin showed no fear, but instead let out a pleasant chuckle.

"That depends on whether you... have the ability."

Anyway, this doesn't mean she's entered the harem.

“Very good,” Lu Mo nodded in satisfaction. “Remember, you delivered this to me yourself. Don’t blame me for… being impolite.”

Chapter 243 Black Princess Lin Returns to Her Heart

“Very good,” Lu Mo nodded in satisfaction. “You delivered this to my doorstep yourself. Don’t blame me for… being impolite.”

"Bring it on, my dear Your Majesty." Hei Jilin's face still held that arrogant expression. She even beckoned to him with her finger, "Let me see just how far your impoliteness can go."

However, Lu Mo's next move completely exceeded her expectations.

He did not "conquer" her in a more brutal and aggressive way, as she had imagined.

He even chose to kneel on one knee.

"...What are you doing?" Hei Jilin's eyes showed considerable confusion. "A new trick? Trying to beg for mercy this way?"

“No, this isn’t a plea for mercy.” Lu Mo raised his head, a frank smile on his face. “I just… want you to see something new that didn’t exist in your time.”

Although theoretically this thing might have existed in ancient times, Lu Mo really didn't believe that something so outrageous existed during the time of Ji Lin.