No Peeking on Dates! Perverted Couple, Please Ascend to Heaven on the Spot

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds and into the room, Edward struggled upright from his bed.

He threw back the covers, got out of bed, and stretched, his bones crackling loudly.

The battle from last night was still vivid in his mind. The Soul-Severing Clown that had been forcibly "struck down a dimension" and stuffed into a glass jar now lay quietly in a corner of his system inventory, transformed into a one-of-a-kind "figurine."

One down. Who knew what kind of monster would come next? Edward grumbled inwardly as he brushed his teeth.

When he went downstairs, Connor and his wife had already left for work.

A steaming sandwich and a glass of milk had been set on the dining table.

Lily, dressed in a cute pink dress, sat by the table like a well-behaved little angel, her little legs swinging back and forth.

The moment she saw Edward come downstairs, she immediately flashed a sweet smile.

"Good morning, big brother!"

"Morning." Edward sat down and took a bite of the sandwich.

"Jisi, those two newcomers haven't caused any trouble, have they?" Edward asked in a low voice after taking a sip of milk.

He was referring to Emma and Esther.

Ever since his mother had brought those two "troubled girls" home to stay temporarily, the atmosphere in the house had become somewhat delicate.

One was an eight-year-old cold-blooded killer. Another had the body of a nine-year-old child but the mind of a twenty-eight-year-old insane woman—a "fake loli." Then there was Lily, a genuine demon.

Sometimes, Edward wondered whether his home was about to become the Gotham Villain Rehabilitation Center.

Lily blinked her innocent big eyes and answered softly, "Don't worry, big brother. They've been very 'well-behaved.'"

"Emma spends most of her time reading in her room, while Esther is trying hard to play the part of a little girl who 'needs affection.'"

"They both know perfectly well who really calls the shots in this house."

As she said that last sentence, Lily's lips curled into a cold smile that only Edward could understand, one belonging to the demon Malkis.

Edward nodded. He had always been confident in Lily's ability to keep things under control.

Ever since he had given her a brutal lesson with Purification and then subdued her through the system, the demon had been absolutely obedient to him.

With her keeping watch, those two little fiends would not be able to stir up much trouble.

After breakfast, Edward slung on his backpack, mounted his Fenrir Heavy Motorcycle, and roared off toward school.

Several months of peaceful life passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, the world seemed to have returned to normal.

Every day, Edward lived a regular life that revolved around school and home.

Whenever he had the time, he remotely guided Carrie's training with Telekinesis. The once timid and cowardly girl could now effortlessly lift a car with her Telekinesis, and her personality had become far brighter and more confident.

With Alan's "help," Maria had also completely shed her former inferiority complex. She had even made new friends at school, and her whole person seemed to glow.

The three little demons at home were also unusually well-behaved. Under Lily's "training," Emma and Esther seemed to be genuinely heading in the direction of becoming "ordinary girls," at least on the surface.

Everything appeared calm and peaceful, as though time itself had settled into quiet contentment.

If not for the "clown can" in his system inventory that occasionally vibrated, Edward might have almost believed those god-and-demon-like battles had merely been a bizarre dream.

That evening, Edward and Jennifer were on a date at a newly opened French restaurant.

"Master~ Try this. The escargot is quite good."

In the private booth reserved for just the two of them, Jennifer had returned to her succubus nature.

She speared a roasted snail with her fork and leaned forward slightly, her rosy lips nearly brushing Edward's ear as she breathed softly against it.

She wore a black off-the-shoulder gown that perfectly outlined her voluptuous figure.

Under the soft lighting, her skin was whiter than snow, her eyes shimmering seductively. Every smile and every frown carried a deadly allure.

Edward opened his mouth and accepted it, then gently kissed her fingertips.

"It does taste good, but it's still not as sweet as you."

A captivating blush spread across Jennifer's cheeks, and her gaze grew even more hazy.

Ever since she had been subdued by the system and become Edward's "pet," her dependence on and affection for him had grown day by day.

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This intimacy that belonged only to the two of them filled her with incomparable satisfaction and happiness.

A romantic dinner came to an end amid a sweet atmosphere.

Edward walked Jennifer home.

Rather than taking a car, they chose to stroll slowly beneath the moonlight.

The evening breeze brushed past them, stirring the sycamore leaves along the roadside with a soft rustle.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and the dim yellow streetlights stretched their shadows long behind them.

When they reached a quiet park in the middle of the street, Jennifer suddenly stopped. She turned around, rose onto her toes, and wrapped her arms around Edward's neck.

"Master, tonight... I don't want to go home." Her voice trembled with anticipation.

Edward looked down at her, at those eyes that seemed to hold starlight beneath the moon, and his heart stirred.

He said nothing. He merely lowered his head slowly and kissed those soft lips he had longed for.

It was a gentle, lingering kiss.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant. Everything around them blurred away, leaving only their heartbeats and breathing.

Yet just as the two of them sank into that beautiful moment, an indistinct but deeply unpleasant gaze fell upon them from the darkness not far away.

It was not ordinary curiosity or voyeurism.

It was a gaze filled with greed, excitement, and sick desire.

Like two hungry venomous snakes locking onto their prey in the dark, flicking their tongues as they admired the prey's final beauty before devouring it.

Edward's movements paused slightly.

His mental power far surpassed that of ordinary people, and his senses were exceptionally sharp.

He immediately noticed that malicious gaze.

Without giving anything away, he ended the kiss and gently patted Jennifer's back.

"What's wrong, Master?" Jennifer asked in confusion.

"Nothing." Edward's gaze casually swept toward the black sedan across the street.

The car's engine was off, and it sat quietly in the shadows like a dormant steel beast.

Its windows were heavily tinted, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

But Edward could clearly sense that those foul, nauseating stares were coming from that car.

"Let's go." Edward put an arm around Jennifer's waist and led her in another direction, a relaxed smile still on his face as though nothing had happened.

Inside the black sedan.

In the driver's seat, a medium-built man held a pair of high-powered binoculars, a sick smile stretched across his lips. His eyes were bloodshot and gleamed with extreme excitement.

"Oh... God, darling, did you see that? That scene just now... it was so beautiful, practically a work of art." He spoke in a theatrical, singing tone.

In the passenger seat, a fashionably dressed woman with exquisite makeup lit a slender cigarette. She took a deep drag, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and her eyes carried the same twisted excitement.

"I saw it, Bob. That girl is like a black rose about to bloom."

"And that boy, his eyes... very interesting. He seems to have noticed us." The woman giggled, her laughter especially eerie within the cramped car.

"Noticed us? That only makes it more interesting, doesn't it?" The man lowered his binoculars and licked his chapped lips. "Prey that fights back has more 'flavor.'"

"I can feel the 'vitality' on them. It's so fresh, so tempting."

"Then... shall we make our move tonight?" The woman pressed her cigarette butt into the car's ashtray, an impatient cruelty flashing through her eyes.

"No, no, darling, don't rush." Bob shook his head, started the car, and leisurely followed the distant figures of Edward and Jennifer.

"A beautiful work of art needs a little foreplay and buildup. We need to observe them, understand them, and let them welcome the most magnificent curtain call at their happiest, most relaxed moment..."

His voice was filled with a fanatical thirst for murder and the obsession of someone who fancied himself an "artist."

"I'll make them our most perfect masterpiece."

"At the place where they love each other most, I'll use their own blood to paint the most beautiful... flower of love."

As she listened to her husband, the woman let out a satisfied, delighted laugh. Together with the man's sick whispering, it dissolved into the cold night.

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