The Golden Saint King's Secrets Were Worth That Much? Were Delusion's Connections Really That Powerful?

On the soft carpet, Ilis stroked Su Yi's black hair as he lay in her arms.

Ilis felt wonderfully comfortable, with an indescribable sense of relaxation and exhilaration.

Their wild abandon just now seemed to have shaken loose all the impurities that had accumulated in her soul.

She had never felt so at ease.

Or so warm.

For that hour and more, she had been able to discard all reason and pretense, freely letting her true nature loose.

It was an exhilaration and freedom Ilis had never experienced in her entire life.

From childhood onward, she had endured all manner of restrictions, followed by pressure and pretense.

Then, after becoming a keeper of secrets, she had also had to witness and experience countless twisted, filthy memories.

She was always on edge, never daring to relax.

Over the years, she had even forgotten what her true self was like.

What was her nature really like?

What was it like to indulge herself without caring about her safety or how others saw her?

And in that hour and more, she had experienced an unprecedented release and comfort.

Whether he pinned her beneath him or she pinned him beneath her, she could completely abandon her usual pretense and restraint, unleashing her raw, unfiltered self.

She did not have to care about anyone's judgment as she pursued and enjoyed humanity's most primal release and pleasure.

She felt that her mind and will had been cleansed by that wild release.

Her heart, which had always trembled before, had been nourished.

"The secret lore was right."

Ilis half closed her eyes, swaying her pale feet like a languid spirit serpent.

Her fair fingers played with Su Yi's hair, her voice soothing and relaxed.

Su Yi lifted his face from where it had been buried in Ilis's