V3: Chapter 44: Even on Top, You Can Still Be…
“Liang Di, you… ugh!”
Liang Lin’s eyes widened suddenly, her crimson pupils reflecting two smug, smiling eyes.
Liang Di hooked her arms around Liang Lin’s neck and pulled her down sharply. Liang Lin’s body went out of control and she fell onto Liang Di. Then she felt a soft sensation on her chest, falling into a world filled with cotton.
It was the passionate collision of a basketball and a soccer ball.
To be honest, that sudden impact really hurt a little.
Liang Lin squinted, but Liang Di remained unfazed, kissing her forcefully.
Liang Lin wanted to tell Liang Di not to kiss so hard, but her mouth was gagged, and she couldn’t speak.
“Ugh…”
Liang Lin let out a pitiful whimper, but Liang Di showed no mercy, grinding against her with force. She loved hearing Liang Lin’s sounds like that, full of painful agony.
Okay, Liang Di admits it, she is a sadist, she is a pervert.
Then, she released Liang Lin.
“Sister Liang Lin, now you know, right?”
Liang Lin opened her mouth, about to say something rude, but Liang Di abruptly interrupted her.
“Sister, you’re not being honest.”
After saying this, tentacles extended from Liang Di’s back, binding Liang Lin tightly, layer upon layer, so tightly that the two were pressed close together.
Liang Di loved this warm feeling, like leaning against a fireplace—no, leaning against a fire, a very warm fire. Liang Di savored the warmth.
Liang Lin, however, felt very uncomfortable; she shifted her body slightly.
“No, no, Liang Di, this is too strange. I’m so hot all over, and I’m sweating because I’m wrapped up so tightly.”
Liang Di tenderly kissed the tip of Liang Lin’s nose.
"It's okay, Liang Lin, you'll get used to it~"
Liang Lin: "?"
How the hell am I supposed to get used to this?!
The curse was on the tip of her tongue, but her mouth was tightly sealed by the tentacles.
"Since Liang Lin always wants to prove she's on top, then... this time, I'll be on top."
"....."
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After everything was over, Liang Lin lay panting on the bed. The curse was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't utter it, only breathing heavily.
Huffing and puffing, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. So tired, she felt like she was going to faint on the bed at any moment.
Okay, okay, she really was going to faint, she was going to fall asleep.
Too tired, so incredibly tired.
She'd sleep, sleep first, and then she'd have the energy to curse Liang Di when she woke up.
Thinking this, Liang Lin fell into a deep sleep.
Liang Di, her face full of contentment, propped her head up and looked at Liang Lin.
Liang Lin looked so cute sleeping.
Thinking this, Liang Di leaned closer to Liang Lin's face and gently kissed her forehead.
"I love you, Liang Lin, I'll stay with you forever."
After saying this, Liang Di tucked the blanket in, straightened Liang Lin's blanket, and then closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Hehe.
From now on, I will be the happiest girl, no, the happiest mother.
"Aaaaaaaa!"
Don't misunderstand, it's not because she's injured, it's because she... just blew the head off a tentacle, and its blood splattered all over her body and face.
Just a short while ago, Octaville abandoned them in this tentacle-filled village, saying she wanted to give them a good workout, so...
"Laura, I'm scared... Waaah, I'm so scared."
Gladys grabbed Laura's arm beside her.
Laura's legs were also trembling, and she pulled Gladys forward, trying to comfort her.
"You, you, don't, don't be afraid, we, we'll just keep going. If, if we really encounter danger, the Tower Master will definitely come to save us! She definitely will!"
That's how it's said in all novels.
Octaville is definitely hiding in the shadows, observing them.
So, Laura and Gladys, supporting each other, walked forward, trembling.
Ahead, there was a corner.
Will something bad happen?
A sudden sense of foreboding rose in Laura's heart.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
The corner.
Just as they were about to turn the dim corner, the air suddenly froze, and an indescribable chill rose up their spines. Laura's heart pounded involuntarily; she sensed something was wrong.
Just as they took that decisive step, from the darkness around the corner, a huge tentacle covered in sticky slime suddenly shot out and, without warning, pressed against Laura and Gladys's cheeks.
"..."
"Aaaaaaaah!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the village.
It was Gladys's scream, a piercing wails.
Laura instinctively wanted to scream, but found her voice choked by the sudden terror. Time seemed to freeze; between Laura and this unknown, terrifying creature, only a thin layer of air and a fragile barrier of reason remained.
Every slight movement of the tentacle brought an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing down on her chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.
The tentacle was cold and wet, its surface covered in an unknown slime. It coiled around with unnatural agility, carrying a suffocating stench that devoured all light and warmth.
Laura and Gladys could feel the subtle pulsations on the tentacle's surface, like some creature whispering, trying to invade their consciousness.
The next second.
Thud!
Thud.
The tentacle was severed, falling to the ground.
Laura felt herself being pulled back, stumbling several steps and nearly falling to the ground.
It was Gladys who had intervened, severing the tentacles binding them with her enchanted sword.
“Run! Run!”
Gladys’s voice was hoarse from screaming. She grabbed Laura’s arm and ran for her life, not daring to look back.
But Laura was somewhat dazed, whether from shock or from remembering something unpleasant, she let Gladys pull her forward.
“Huff!”
“Huff!”
“Huff!”
Gladys was panting heavily.
Laura tugged at her.
“Gladys…”
Her voice was weak.
Gladys was getting impatient. “Laura! Don’t talk to me now, just run!”
“No, Gladys, look back.”
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