You are all my wings!

Unfortunately, her opponent was Lyon.

Even after a short rest, Camille's flushed skin remained.

Gritting her teeth, she finally made up her mind and shouted through gritted teeth:

"I'm not fighting anymore! I surrender! That's it, slaves it is!"

In terms of raw talent, Lyon is indeed far inferior to Camille.

However, due to his diverse methods and the fact that his upgraded Shadowless ability was comparable to an epic-level ability, he continued to dominate Camille for the better part of half an hour.

However, Leon knew that even without using the Poems, Camille still had epic combat skills at her disposal. With multiple traits and even some magic from the necromancer, she could probably hold her own against him and even have a chance to defeat him while enduring the debuff.

However, she is proud and seems unwilling to use epic-level combat skills to fight him.

She may have even vaguely realized that she had created that series of pleasures just now.

If they keep fighting, they'll probably end up just having their bodies played with.

"Miss Camille, are you really going to admit defeat? Do you still have any trump cards up your sleeve?"

"Humph."

Camille did not answer.

"If you admit defeat, then we'll have to sign a slave contract. Are you serious?"

"Sign it, sign it. I doubt you'd dare do anything to me."

Camille had to admit that, when the time came, she didn't seem to resist becoming Lyon's slave.

"Not necessarily."

Lyon gave a cryptic smile, his expression suggestive.

Camille scoffed, "If you dare to write any strange terms, I'd rather break my promise and not acknowledge the bet we just made."

[Character Camille's affection level increased by 2%, current affection level 73%]

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm a gentleman."

Lyon calmed Camille's restless heart and began to explain the details of his terms.

The core principle is the previously mentioned principle of not harming each other; this is the key.

The other rule is that Camille must obey Leon's orders when he requests to use master privileges.

However, Leon's master privileges can only be used in proper situations and cannot be used in various scenarios such as eroticism, training, violating personal dignity, or violating public order and good morals.

He explained each of these terms in detail and wrote them down for Camille to check carefully.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Leon noticed that when Camille saw the last part of the terms, she seemed to show a barely perceptible hint of disappointment.

It was fleeting and very subtle.

Several people nearby, witnessing the unfolding events and awaiting the contract ceremony, began to discuss the matter.

Ophie Marceau's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly:

"This guy is supposed to be a legendary dragonman, shouldn't he have the dignity of a strongman? But how come he agreed to the bet after just a few words from Leon, and gave up so quickly even though he still had the strength left? It's like he wants to be Leon's slave... Does this guy have some kind of hidden fetish?"

She recalled her own peculiar habit: possessing Lyon entirely.

Could it be that Camille seems normal, but actually has the opposite quirks to me?

So the reason she suddenly became strange halfway through the fight was because she was repeatedly tortured by Leon with that invisible and shadowless sword, and was getting pleasure from it?

Britta glanced at Ophimasso indifferently:

Are you overthinking this?

Ophimosa raised an eyebrow: "What, do you know why Camille conceded defeat?"

Britta turned her head and said, "I don't know, don't ask me."

Ophimosa looked suspicious.

Did Britta see something through her divine authority?

Nearby, Iris pricked up her ears and noticed the conversation between Britta and Ophimaso.

She thought to herself, "Is Camille really the type who enjoys being abused?"

“Machiru, do you think we should bring Ophimaso over and form a united front?”

Iris whispered to Maggie.

Maggie was shocked. Wasn't Iris extremely ashamed before?

"No, what's wrong with you now?"

"You don't want to?"

Iris raised an eyebrow, her eyes clear and bright.

"I just felt something was off about you. Weren't you very resistant before?"

"The past is the past, the present is the present."

A blush crept across Iris's fair cheeks: "With one more person, although we can't have Lyon all to ourselves, Lyon can do more interesting things, and the experience seems to be better."

Since starting the three-person game, Iris has unexpectedly found herself happier.

It's a really strange feeling.

It's because I enjoy the feeling of competing with Maggie and then winning her favor.

Or is it really true, as he said, that he likes Lyon's fancy footwork?

Maggie looked at Iris and sighed, "Actually, I also think it's possible to do it this way, but I'm afraid the princess will be difficult to deal with."

In fact, Maggie also felt that it was time to form a united front.

As Leon met more and more women, Maggie gradually realized that the more aloof and arrogant a woman was, and the more she looked down on men, the more easily she was conquered by Leon's charm.

Intelligent beings, after all, have an instinctive need for emotions. Even gods have had many divine couples in mythology, which have been passed down as beautiful tales.

Like the seemingly flirtatious but actually very conservative Bai Shaqilai from last time, and the dark elf Helvie who clearly had never been with a man, they were both beautiful and powerful, yet after only a month of getting to know each other, they both became very amiable towards him.

They were clearly enemies, yet they suddenly switched sides.

It is clear that more powerful women will join Lyon's harem in the future.

Maggie felt that she had already seen this scene.

Therefore, she was the first to actively promote multiplayer games.

"Ophimaso is indeed a bit difficult to deal with."

Upon hearing this, Iris frowned her long, thin eyebrows and pondered for a moment before saying:

"Why don't we try to test her?"

Machiru patted Iris on the shoulder: "Then it's up to you. Although you two had disagreements before, time has passed. With your status as a pure-blooded elf, I believe she will still give you face."

Iris was a little scared. After all, she was about to bring up such a shameful thing. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing?

"Want to go together?"

She tugged at Maggie, but couldn't budge her.

"I'm fine with it. I'm just a little witch with no background or support, and I'm from the Bloodline School."

Maggie turned and stared at Iris, saying earnestly:

“Iris, you are Lyon’s very first love. It’s only when you bring this up that your authority as the first person is highlighted, isn’t it?”

Iris paused, then said, "That makes sense."

"Since you're the first one to invite her, who's the third, shouldn't she have to think about it carefully?"

"Too."

"Then hurry up and go."

Maquilu shoved Iris in the back, sending her stumbling towards Ophimaso.

Iris felt a little awkward and looked up to meet the gaze of Ophimosa, who was nearly ten centimeters taller than her.

“Yo…yo Ophimaso, we haven’t really talked in detail lately.”

She delivered her opening remarks awkwardly, a hint of unease showing on her youthful face.

Ophimosa: "What is it?"

She didn't give Iris a friendly look. Although they had been living under the same roof recently, it was a fact that Iris and Maggielu had taken away her time in Lyon.

"It's...that's..."

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to say them.

After all, Iris was pushed by Machiru. In her heart, she wanted Machiru to speak, but she didn't expect to be fooled and end up in a situation where she had to speak.

After calming herself down, she slowly began to speak.

"Me and Maggie."

"Ok?"

"Let's get together tonight."

"so what?"

Do you want to come along?

At this point, Iris had completely gone all out, her gaze unwavering!

Several shocked gazes swept over from the side.

Britta's pure and holy face couldn't quite hold back anymore. Was Iris so filthy? Had she been corrupted by Leon?

Hamra thought with satisfaction, "My little Iris has really grown up."

Ophimosa was also stunned. Was Iris really this lewd by nature?

What are we going to do together?

"You know."

"I don't understand!"

How could Ophim Marceau possibly accept the invitation?

Accepting this means acknowledging Iris's number one status!

"Hey, why don't you reconsider? It's very interesting."

Iris's bright yellow pupils sparkled.

"I'm not considering it... but if you come to my room, I might consider it."

Ophimasso initially intended to refuse, but then a thought struck him: instead of refusing, he should present her with a difficult condition to make Iris back down.

Moreover, if Iris is willing to come over, wouldn't that be acknowledging her status as the boss?

If they submit, then it's not necessarily unacceptable.

After all, Ophimasso understood that Iris had taken the initiative to come to him, which was nothing more than being provoked by Camille.

Therefore, the challenges that Ophimasso will face in the future are indeed considerable.

It seems necessary to engage in appropriate factionalism.

Upon hearing this, Iris frowned.

Even if she was naive, she naturally knew what Ophim Marceau was thinking.

However, she didn't want to refuse immediately.

Ophimosa's personality actually led her to offer conditions, which definitely needs to be discussed with Machiru.

"Let me think about it."

"Sure, think about whatever you want, and contact me when you've decided."

Ophim Marceau remained calm and collected, thinking to himself, "Sure enough, I didn't give in before, which is why I have such a high degree of initiative now."

Iris and Magiru, having suffered such humiliation and loss of national sovereignty, can now only humiliatingly beg for help from themselves.