"Of course. If it's you, Pink Fairy Lady will always welcome you~"
A soft voice mingled with enchanting moans, like a spark setting dry kindling ablaze.
In an instant, Elysia felt her body being tossed into the air.
Then came a melodious, alluring song like that of a siren.
The next day.
Awakening from deep sleep, Moros opened his eyes and looked at the sleeping beauty beside him.
Elysia's pink hair, usually groomed impeccably, now fell messily over her shoulders. Large stretches of snow-white skin appeared and vanished in the faint morning light, as though carrying the freshness and tenderness of morning dew.
She nestled naturally against his side, their breaths entwining in an indescribably harmonious intimacy.
Neither of them was an ordinary mortal. Their pleasure had not left them deeply exhausted; instead, it had further kindled their passion.
Thus, after the first round of pleasure ended, they began their second and third rounds of exploration and exchange...
Only when bright light spread across Sydney's horizon did Moros and Elysia finally cease their battle and fall asleep.
Gazing at the breathtaking sight before him, the necromancer did something exceedingly rare: he cast aside his heavy thoughts about magic, advancement, and the future.
He simply lay there quietly, appreciating the beauty before him with the purest heart.
Time passed little by little. Like a shy painter, the setting sun gently pulled aside the curtains and scattered a soft golden glow throughout the room.
In that gentle light, Elysia slowly opened her hazy eyes and leisurely returned from the depths of her dreams.
She lazily stretched her graceful body, her unintentional charm like a flower blooming in the morning light, exuding an enticing fragrance.
However, subtle discomfort soon rose from deep within her body.
It made Pink Fairy Lady lightly furrow her