Three Gods' Desire Catalyst, Forced Kiss

Xie Antong's mind spun, Lust's desire-laden voice replaying endlessly by her ears, eroding her rationality.

A tender embrace was a hero's grave—there had never been anything wrong with that saying. It was just that, this time, their roles were somewhat reversed.

Feeling the presence of the face before her, Xie Antong lowered her head again like an ostrich.

No, she absolutely could not look at this guy. She simply could not bear it—it was like looking upon an ancient god!

At times like this, the downside of having an overdeveloped brain became apparent. She could clearly reconstruct every detail of Lu Ce's face with extraordinary clarity.

Looking at that purple mask was practically the same as looking at his face. Her brain could even automatically fill in his expression, generating it in her mind to match his tone of voice.

This was a little too absurd...

She had never felt like this before. Why had she never realized that, under certain circumstances, Lust was even more troublesome than the other masks?

She admitted that she liked Lu Ce, but rationality should always have held the dominant position in her mind. Yet now, her reason was on the verge of being shattered!

With her head lowered, she tried to brainwash herself. She had even shut down every All-Knowing Eye focused on Lust!

What kind of... challenge was this?

The hand clutched tightly in his grasp was already somewhat numb from lack of blood flow. She no longer had the strength to squeeze back and could only let him hold it.

She felt as though she was about to collapse. Her body had begun trembling slightly.

At that moment, the Love and Desire avatar inside Lu Ce was so furious that it had started swearing.

*Fucking %￥#%T@ Joy, what the hell was