You are all my wings!

"Don't you understand my personality?"

Leon exited his Shadowless form and said:

"What I said is true. I love the bouncy and tender texture of Maggie's the most, and I also love the softness and smoothness of Iris's the most. I love them both the most."

Normally, this kind of impartial rhetoric would work, because Leon added an aura of trust, which dissolved their potential fighting spirit and made them believe his words. They then imagined that Leon was just afraid of hurting Maggie/Iris.

But today, perhaps spurred on by the group of women outside, or perhaps because Maggie and Iris were at odds, neither of them accepted.

Iris said, "This time you absolutely have to say who's number one!"

Maggie shrugged: "Iris is still too immature. It's supposed to be a big battle, yet she's still arguing about this... However, I also hope that Leon can give us an answer, otherwise when we're all going to do [something] later, it will be hard to decide who goes first and who goes last, who goes first and who goes last, won't it?"

Chapter 409 Iris: Maquill, it's my turn.

Hearing Maggie's blunt and explicit words, Iris almost fainted.

Why is Maggie always able to face shame without fear?

Iris could only force a red face and glare at Leon, even though she might break down at any moment.

“Magical, I think we should discuss this issue in terms of suitability, because my love for you is equal to yours, so the winner should come together, that way we can prove that we are the perfect trio.”

Lyon shamelessly said.

He only dared to say such things to Iris and Maggie at the moment, because their favorability towards him had already reached a considerable level.

As for Ophimasso, given her strong aversion to Britta and her unclear attitude towards Iris and Maquill, he didn't let her join the super battle tonight.

Moreover, Ophimosa also has a demon in his heart. Although its strength is not as great as the Divine Shackles, and it has even been suppressed by Ophimosa to a great extent, it is still a troublesome thing. The foreplay between the two needs to be longer and the atmosphere needs to be built up more.

Iris was so ashamed that she forgot to accuse Leon of diverting attention from the problem and changing the subject.

She twisted her shoulders, her slender legs trying to press inwards.

She felt ants crawling underneath her.

"Leon, isn't this sacrifice too great for you?"

She asked hesitantly, her previous arrogance completely gone.

"No, absolutely not!"

Lyon said generously.

"why?"

Maggie couldn't help but say:

"Don't lie to me!"

The Light Elf, the only demon, possesses a body of exceptional purity and refinement, how could it be compared to the filthy ordinary human?

The secret lies in its benefits to both body and mind; those who understand, understand.

[Villain Machiru's favorability +2%, current favorability 116%]

[Character Iris's affection level +2%, current affection level 125%]

Maggie immediately looked defeated, rubbing her legs together repeatedly.

Her eyes, one red and one gold, shone like dazzling gemstones, veiled in a misty haze, gazing at Lyon with tender affection.

Then Leon pointed at Iris and said:

“Iris, you’re so flexible, you’re perfect for sitting on my lap.”

Iris felt as if Leon's words were tangible, attacking every sensitive spot on her body, making her unable to utter the question even though she wanted to ask Leon who was better.

Shame on me! Why am I so ashamed?

Trying to shake off the strange emotions in her heart, she thought, I need to curse Leon, to curse him severely, how could he be so filthy!

Did he want to do this a long, long time ago?

That damned Leon!

I'm going to yell at him, yell at him really hard!

So she glared at Lyon again:

"How can I cooperate with you?"

She froze as soon as she said it.

Wasn't I going to criticize Lyon?

"It's alright, Iris. Leave everything to me. You've all done so much for me, worrying about me every day. It's time for me to serve you properly."

Lyon said this.

"No, I want to serve you too!"

Iris was about to yell at Leon, but when she spoke again, she changed her mind.

She wondered if she was the kind of person who would say she was disgusted and ashamed, but actually looked forward to it.

Damn it, how could this be?

Just as the two innocent girls, Iris and Maggie, were defeated by Leon's overly explicit words, Leon seized the opportunity to launch his war offensive.

He grabbed the two of them and strode onto the bed.

Iris screamed, her fair and luminous body thrashing about, clearly showing more joy at letting go of her persona.

Maggie seemed to be drunk, her face flushed as she said:

"Lyon, I want to try some too."

A bloody battle has begun.

……

“Magical, it’s my turn now.”

Iris looked at Maggie with envy.

"Hmph, Lyon said I'm suitable for this position."

Iris blushed:

"In short, you invited this battle, and you forcibly started it! So you are responsible for ensuring its successful conclusion!"

"Fine, I'll forgive your rudeness just now."

Iris's eyes lit up, but she met Leon's ambiguous smile and immediately became shy.

Leon patted the bed and laughed, "Iris, you were the loudest one just now. Why are you so shy now that things are about to happen? This won't do. When Orpheus comes, won't you be completely defeated?"

Iris walked over in a daze, completely ignoring the mention of Ophimasso by Leon.

Meanwhile, Maggie was savoring the wonderful moment and didn't listen carefully.

……

[Villain Machiru's favorability +2%, current favorability 118%]

[Character Iris's affection level +2%, current affection level 127%]

……

After a while, both women collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

"You've rested. Remember to seize the time to train. I just channeled a lot of magic power into you. Make the most of this opportunity. I'm going to train in the basement. Don't disturb me, or you might get hurt by the aftershocks of my sword light."

"Ah."

Faced with Leon's exceptional skills and physique, which resembled that of a powerful monster, the two delicate women were already defeated.

His long neck was covered with beads of sweat.

……

A dark figure silently leaped out of the room, crossed the lobby, and headed towards Ophimaso's room across the street.

Lyon.

A soft, bird-like voice gently rang in my ears.

It's Britta!

Lyon then realized that Britta, using her divine authority, had been hiding to one side and had thus detected the Shadowless Form.

Knowing he could no longer hide, he simply stepped out and stood in front of Britta.

The moment they appeared, a beam of holy light enveloped the two of them; it was clearly a holy-type soundproofing magic.

"Did you have a good time with Iris Marchio?"

Britta's narrow eyes curved slightly at the corners, giving her a half-smile.

Leon chuckled dryly: "It would be even more fun if Rita were here."

"Grumpy."

"I'm serious."

Lyon gazed at Britta, his deep eyes reflecting her pure and graceful face.

Britta paused, then extended her slender, white hand, her fingers, as white as jade, gently caressing Lyon's face:

"Okay, I'm glad to hear you say that."

Lyon then grabbed Britta's hand.

"I'm also glad you're happy."

He pulled Britta closer and embraced her.

Then, it went down.

Britta naturally wouldn't refuse, and she didn't mind the slight lingering scent on Leon's body. She took a deep breath and went to meet him, a strange blush spreading across her cheeks.

After a while, Britta took the initiative to separate.

Her heart was beating erratically, her fair skin showed a sickly pallor, and even her long legs seemed weak and unable to support her weight.

Clearly, the divine shackles are beginning to exert their power.

Leon immediately embraced Britta, then activated the Light of Life and the Light of Soul, covering Britta's body.

After a moment, she slowly resumed normal breathing.

She gazed at Lyon and murmured:

"The gods are truly heartless, making me bear the greatest responsibility while preventing me from enjoying even the slightest bit of joy."

"Rita, I will definitely help you break free from your bonds, and after that, I will let you enjoy the pleasure I give you every day."

"I'm looking forward to that day."

Britta laughed: "Go ahead, I just want to get your W before Orpheus does, so she doesn't have to wait too long."

Lyon asked in surprise, "Rita, you don't mind?"

"What's there to mind? I can't ask for too much anyway. With your charm, it's normal for more people to like you."

Britta gently shook her head:

"If Ophimasso hadn't provoked me, I wouldn't have bothered with her at all."

Leon couldn't help but swipe down again.

If only other female leads were as considerate as her, then she wouldn't have to worry about not having enough wings or not being able to save the world.

Unfortunately, even Iris is prone to jealousy and rivalry.

Unfortunately, the most convenient poses cannot be developed at the moment.

After a while of lingering in each other's arms, Britta turned and went back to her room. After all, she couldn't stay in bed for too long; the constraints would only become more and more severe.

"Rita, take advantage of the state after I channeled your magic and focus on improving your magic. Even though there are gods around, the demons have been ruling our world for a long time, so we must never let our guard down."

"I will."