Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road

[Ethereal Small World]

Because of the nourishment from the spiritual hot spring, even after she was exhausted and weakened by their endless desires, she quickly regained her strength. But as soon as she caught her breath, they pounced on her once again, unable to resist devouring her intensely. It was as if they wanted to merge their bodies with hers, forever binding her to their sides.

From the spiritual hot spring to their private chambers, the air was filled with intoxicating moans and the rhythmic sound of flesh colliding. Anyone who overheard the sinful symphony of passion between the woman and her lovers would undoubtedly find their cheeks burning red.

Not far from this place, a group of people sat in silence. Some were brewing tea, others were cooking, reading, or practicing alchemy.

"Your expressions look awful," Xiao Nian tilted her head innocently, glancing at the unusually quiet group of men.

"Come and eat. Save your strength in case the master encounters powerful creatures on her journey," a voice echoed from the kitchen. A man emerged, carrying several plates of food made from the finest ingredients of the Ethereal Small World. The rich aroma filled the air, making Xiao Nian’s stomach growl.

"Wow, Big Brother Zhi, your cooking is amazing!" Xiao Nian praised Zhiyi before eagerly digging into the feast before her.

"Speaking of which, Zhiyi, Mu Yang, what are you two doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be looking after Yingyue?" Wang Pei Zhi asked with a puzzled expression, his mouth full of food, cheeks bulging.

"Eat," Bing Xue said flatly.

Wang Pei Zhi and Xiao Nian trembled slightly at his cold tone. Only then did Wang Pei Zhi notice the strange expressions on everyone’s faces. They seemed, jealous. But why?

Without a word, Shenlian Yinzhu suddenly stood up. "I have something to do," he muttered before disappearing into the mountains of the Ethereal Small World.

Xiao Nian, "....."

Wang Pei Zhi, "....."

No one stopped him. They merely continued their meal in silence.

"When will it be my turn?" Huan Huan murmured, his eyes flashing with intrigue.

At his words, the men’s gazes flickered dangerously.

Zhiyi and Jun Mu Yang’s faces darkened, filled with unwillingness, jealousy, and silent rejection. However, they quickly masked their emotions, sighing bitterly.

They loved her more than life itself. Their devotion was no less than anyone else’s. So why couldn’t they be the ones by her side?

But no matter how suffocating their emotions were, they knew the truth, everyone here cherished her. They were all like family now. How could they bear to break one another’s hearts?

Zhiyi and Jun Mu Yang exchanged glances, coming to an unspoken agreement. Whether they approved or not, they would not show it. Everything would depend on one’s own ability to win her acknowledgment.

A cunning, calculating light flickered in their eyes.

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When Shenlian Yingyue awoke, she found herself alone. Her two husbands were nowhere to be seen.

Did they go out to prepare something for her? They often did that after making love.

But she was wrong.

As soon as she opened the door, her two husbands stood there with peculiar smiles on their faces.

"Wife, we’re hungry," Zhiyi said softly.

Shenlian Yingyue, ".....Didn’t we just...?"

"But we’re hungry again, Yue," Jun Mu Yang added, pointing pitifully at the bulge between his legs. The prominent outline made her scalp tingle.

She turned to Zhiyi, hoping for help, but was stunned by the flush of desire on his face.

"Master, I’m hungry too. Why don’t we do it, again?" Zhiyi whispered, wrapping his arms around her. His warm lips trailed down her neck, sending shivers through her body.

The way he hesitated on the word "again" made her heart pound.

As his eyes fell on the red and purple marks scattered across her neck and collarbones, a flash of jealousy and gloom flickered within them, but he quickly suppressed it. The next moment, he returned to his usual gentle self, his lips pressing possessively against her skin.

Shenlian Yingyue looked at her hungry husbands and was speechless. Having multiple husbands was exhausting, yet despite the soreness in her body, the undeniable proof of their endless passion, her eyes softened with affection.

"Yue, come on, feed your husband. I want some milk," Jun Mu Yang murmured seductively, cupping her face as he leaned closer. His hands seductively squeezed her full breasts.

"What milk? I don’t have any!" she huffed, her ears turning a pale shade of red.

Before she could protest further, she was pulled back into the room.

This time, something felt different. They weren’t coming at her together like before. They came one by one.

"A’Zhi, don’t you prefer the back position?" she asked curiously, gasping as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Zhiyi’s flushed face stiffened. His lips twitched before he suddenly leaned down and bit her lips in frustration.

His thrusts became rougher, no longer matching his usual gentle demeanor. He was fierce, wild, and relentless, sending her spiraling into waves of pleasure over and over again.

Shenlian Yingyue was confused. Her husband seemed, mad.

Later, when it was Jun Mu Yang’s turn, she lay in his arms, still dazed from Zhiyi’s intensity.

As soon as he finished the third round, she murmured, "A’Yang, last night you played with my tongue for a long time. It still feels swollen from all your sucking..."

She asked the question so innocently, with such an honest expression, completely unaware of the effect it had on him.

Jun Mu Yang’s smile froze.

"Yue, you’re in trouble now," he growled, a dark gleam of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Without warning, he pinned her down and ravished her like a wild stallion. The bed shook violently beneath them.

"Slow, hahhh, slow down, A’Yang," she gasped, clinging to his tight, muscular body to keep from being tossed around.

"You asked for it, my dearest lovely wife," Jun Mu Yang grinned seductively. Yet, beneath his teasing expression, there was an undeniable storm of emotions in his chest.

As he gazed at the enchanting woman in his arms, a dangerous thought entered his mind.

He wanted to steal her away,

To take her somewhere only the two of them could exist. He didn’t want to share her with anyone, not even those he called his brothers and friends.

Several days later...

Shenlian Yingyue stretched her sore muscles. Zhiyi had just finished bathing her and preparing a nourishing soup.

Jun Mu Yang helped her dress, carefully tying her hair for her upcoming training session.

As she watched their gentle, attentive care, she couldn’t help but twitch her lips.

A few days ago, these same men had pinned her to the bed, showing no mercy. They had broken the bed, forcing her to get a new one.

The moment she regained her strength, they had taken turns pressing her down again.

They had been angry, but not at her.

She just didn’t understand who, or what, they were mad at. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Just as they finished dressing her, two small figures suddenly rushed into her arms.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Lan, you’re here!" she exclaimed happily, hugging them and burying her face in their soft fur.

"Master, we missed you. Don’t you care about us anymore? We haven’t seen you in three days," Xiao Li pouted, his purple eyes glistening with tears. But when he turned to glare at the two men, his tears were replaced with fury.

How dare these two shamelessly lock her away and keep her to themselves!

"Master, why don’t we go out and train more?" Xiao Lan suggested, his usually cold voice softening as he sniffed her scent. While she was unaware, his sharp eyes flickered toward the two men.

Their gazes met.

The tension in the air was undeniable.

"Of course, I care about you!" she quickly reassured them, embarrassed by her own neglect.