What was pleasure?
Put simply, it was anything that could make a target feel happy.
It could be desires of the flesh.
Mating was one of the most basic and widespread forms, something all manner of creatures delighted in tirelessly.
It could also be all kinds of money and treasures.
Benefits—enough benefits—could make many people feel joy from the bottom of their hearts.
Naturally, it could also be burning, killing, looting, and plundering.
After all, fighting and killing could sometimes ease one's mood. Those bloodthirsty murderers who killed as naturally as breathing were typical examples.
In short, the sources of pleasure were extremely broad. As long as it felt good, nothing was taboo!
And now.
Sensing the heartfelt delight radiating from Luohu in the distance.
As a vessel of the Power of Pleasure, Morten naturally felt immensely pleased as well.
He practically wanted to cheer on the spot!
Moreover, the Demonic Bloodline within him was continuously sending out obscure murmurs that nevertheless echoed through the depths of his soul.
That power was urging him, urging him to let the other party attain that supreme pleasure...
Especially when the two sides possessed powers of the same origin, this was even more so!
It left him exceedingly impatient!
As someone highly compatible with the power of the Slaanesh Demon Army, someone who had not merely cast aside such trivial things as honor and chastity but had completely thrown away even his bottom line.
He could very clearly sense that the power within Luohu, though entirely different in form from the power within himself—so different that they could be called wholly unrelated—was indeed of the same origin as his own power. It came from the same place, or perhaps simply from the same existence. They craved one another!
This situation immediately gave Luohu's