A few breaths later, Luo En slapped his forehead, suddenly coming to a realization.
"Compensation in flesh? No problem, how well-done do you like it? I'll grill it for you right now!"
With that, he walked out of the tent with a righteous air.
However, as soon as he lifted the curtain, a fair, jade-like hand pressed down on Luo En's shoulder, rendering him immobile.
"No need to trouble yourself, I like it ready-made."
Accompanied by a warm breath, a lazy, flirtatious whisper entered his ear, bringing a tingling itch.
At the sa ti, the sound of swallowing ca from behind him.
"Gulp~"
The beautiful head inched closer to the nape of a certain apprentice's neck, breaths growing heavier. A curling pink tongue scraped over sowhat dry cherry lips, leaving behind a moist gloss in the dark.
She was truly hungry...
But faced with such a sultry and ambiguous scene, Luo En felt not a hint of sentint in his heart.
On the contrary, he instinctively tensed all the muscles in his body, his heart pounding like a heavy drum, and the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
—It was a stress response innate to living beings.
Like a little mouse targeted by a snake in the dark, instinctively alert and wanting to escape.
However, the arm that had landed on his shoulder seed to weigh a ton, preventing Luo En from moving an inch, and he could only watch helplessly as the shadow behind him drew closer... closer...
"Whoosh!"
Just when the two figures in the tent were about to completely converge, the tightly closed curtain was flung open abruptly, and a figure stumbled in between the two, pushing Hecate back and throwing herself onto Luo En.
"Good...good wine, drink up! I want more!"
Astraea?
Looking at the Goddess of Justice searching around in his arms, mumbling incoherently from ti to ti.
Luo En was first stunned, then had a stroke of genius, hurriedly helping up this blond drunkard with a reproachful expression.
"I told you not to drink so much. Look at you, getting drunk and running around. Co on, I'll take you back to rest."
As he spoke, Luo En lifted the curtain, stepping out with feigned composure.
Forward, unimpeded.
Once out of the tent, Luo En imdiately took the drunk Astraea and rushed toward the tent of the Goddess of Justice.
The figures of a man and a woman gradually vanished into the thick night, the cold air pouring into the room through the fluttering curtain.
"Snap!"
The scantily clad purple-haired goddess raised her hands forcefully to her burning cheeks, rubbing them fiercely to awaken her rationality.
Damn it, it was all because of those four idiots at sea that she had used too much of her "Authority."
Otherwise, she wouldn't have let herself be so undignified.
Hecate lifted her head, looking through a tear in the tent roof that she didn't know when had appeared up at the exceptionally bright night sky, her purple eyes slightly narrowed, feeling both annoyed and uncomfortable.
And in front of "her," no less.
The purple-haired goddess sighed, trying to cool down a certain desire within her, whispering to herself.
Never mind, what's happening now isn't important.
Just wait a bit more, just a bit longer...
She had only "watered" it five tis, the "Fruit" wasn't truly "ripe" yet...
But still...
Yet before she could console herself, Hecate couldn't resist licking her dry lips, her eyes flashing with a touch of frustration and a faint glimr of longing.
He slled so good...
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anwhile, in front of the dying embers.
That was close!
Luo En glanced at the tent cloaked in night behind him, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and sighing in relief.
Although he had no idea what had gotten into that woman, his instincts told him:
Hecate was very dangerous at that mont, and the farther away from that woman, the better!
Thank goodness Astraea showed up in ti, or that woman might actually have devoured him alive.
But, there was another problem.
How did Astraea get in? Hadn't she just gone to sleep?
And if he rembered correctly, wasn't there supposed to be Hecate's Authority ddling around the tent?
Could it be...
Luo En's mind was filled with speculation, instinctively shifting his gaze to the side.
"Good wine, drink up! Keep drinking!"
Just then, a drunk figure rose up like a zombie, letting out a boisterous shout.
Imdiately, before Luo En could react, he was plunged into darkness, his breaths growing laborious.
Because two "righteous fruits" had completely obscured his vision.
"Another jug!"
The Goddess of Justice, her eyes glazed, clutched the "large jug" to her chest as if it were a cherished treasure, caressing it lovingly. Simultaneously, her flushed cheeks rubbed up and down the smooth and slender bottle, her blurry, drunken eyes brimming with deep intoxication.
"Yes! Yes!"
Seeing that he couldn't fend her off, Luo En quickly removed the wineskin from his waist and handed it to the drunkard groping him.
Having gotten her way, the thoroughly inebriated Astraea once again rose from the dead, eagerly snatching the wineskin and guzzling down the contents.
And as the heavy effects of alcohol hit her, the Goddess of Justice staggered even more, nearly unable to walk at all.
Luo En, with no other choice, had to support the unrelenting Goddess of Justice and try to drag her towards his own tent.
But perhaps due to the alcohol-addled brain, even while being dragged, she didn't forget to pop the cork occasionally and take several gulps of the full wine bottle.
Luo En dodged the splashing wine from the wineskin while trying to control Astraea's wandering hands, and only with considerable effort did he manage to drag the dead-weight Goddess of Justice, utterly inebriated, to the front of his tent.
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