Chapter 640: Palace and New Song

Another week flew by in a flash.

Luo De pushed off the ghoul Pan Ni, who was sprawled on top of him.

She tossed and turned all night last night, yet she slept so deeply—yet somehow insisted on biting his shoulder as if trying to tear off a chunk of meat.

It was hilarious.

Luo De gently lifted the tree spirit Wei An, who was curled up on the bed, and pulled out the pants pinned beneath her buttocks.

Then he had to pry loose the tiefling Lin Saixier and the female orc Amy, who were clinging to his thighs, before he could finally escape the room.

He arrived at the corner outside the door.

Luo De saw Tally, curled up and asleep in the corner.

She was willing to host the [Pleasure Party], but no longer participated herself.

Each time, she stayed just beyond the door, facing the wall, covering her ears and pretending to be dead.

Luo De crouched down and poked her cheek.

Her collagen was packed tight—soft, bouncy, and pliable.

This week’s attempt to seduce the succubus failed again, but there was at least some progress.

After all, she’d progressed from fainting the moment she took off her top, to fainting the moment she took off her pants.

At least she could now tolerate simple contact—holding hands, for instance.

Luo De felt he was being too soft on Tally now.

His nostalgia for the old Tally had reached an equally high level.

“What if I just try while she’s asleep?”

He acted on the thought immediately.

Luo De tossed the pants he hadn’t yet put on onto the floor, then scooped up Tally’s slender back and pulled her into his arms.

She wore a modest, long nightgown—hard to remove.

So Luo De simply lifted it up.

Hm.

Luo De sighed.

Obviously, she wasn’t the old Tally anymore.

The old Tally didn’t need three seconds after meeting to start fighting—she’d consider one second too long.

“Mmm—”

In her sleep, Tally let out a soft, drowsy whimper and curled up tighter.

Forget it.

Overall, a succubus’s body always gave one a strong appetite.

Even though her flat chest and childish features didn’t match Luo De’s taste.

Of course—

Things clearly wouldn’t go this smoothly.

“Click—”

The villa’s front door opened, accompanied by the light tap of hooves on wooden flooring.

Luo De, bent over, saw a large patch of white sunlight flood into the living room beyond the wall.

“I-I’m not worried about you starving! If it weren’t for Yuna begging me to come, I’d never set foot in your filthy room!”

Before the half-unicorn Xiao Ke even appeared, her haughty voice had already pierced his ears.

She stepped past the partition wall, her graceful figure holding a serving tray as she arrived at the fake door between the living room and kitchen.

And thus she saw the scene: Luo De pinning Tally to the table and devouring her.

Luo De released her: “Do you believe I’m just having breakfast?”

“Aaaaaaah!!!!”

“Why are you aaaaaaahing—”

Tally woke up from the screaming.

Half-asleep, she looked up, saw her own posture with Luo De, and let out a shy, piercing shriek.

Then she fainted with a *ga* sound.

“Xiao Ke, good morning.”

At that moment—

Wei An, who had somehow woken up, pushed open the bedroom door, completely naked, her figure elegant, dripping wet as she stepped out.

Screams erupted even louder inside the room.

“Pervert! Scum! Stinking shit! Dirty dog!”

Xiao Ke, tears streaming, hugged the unconscious Tally and the drowsy Wei An protectively, shrinking into the corner, looking pitiful and fragile.

Though the succubus had tormented her many times before,

Tally’s current state after taking the Abstinence Pill stirred Xiao Ke’s maternal instincts—she couldn’t help but want to protect her.

As for Luo De—

He was promptly kicked out of Henry’s Farm Villa after finishing breakfast.

No big deal.

He was going to Coral Bay anyway; he needed to talk to the pink-haired siren Rui Fu.

After that, he had to keep his appointment with the star elf Haili.

Along the shore of Coral Bay.

The cloud elf Lai La Xingyu kicked a pebble irritably off the roadside.

“What’s the point? I can’t write a new song if I don’t have inspiration! Stupid Kamir, always nagging me for drafts!”

She wore the popular coral-bay style hunter’s shorts, exposing her delicate, fair knees and calves.

Her upper body was fully covered by a long-sleeved tunic and hood, hiding her face completely.

She couldn’t stand Kamir’s nagging and slipped out for a walk.

The sun had just risen; distant ships were visible docked at the pier, workers bustling urgently.

The shore where she stood had few people and was closer to the commercial street.

Clearly cleaner and freshly repaired.

“I heard they’re turning this into a public beach for summer swimming. I wonder how they’ll handle the sea monsters.”

The ocean’s unknowns were more terrifying than those on land—few on the continent dared to play near the sea.

Lai La stared at the boundless ocean ahead, feeling inexplicably downcast.

The unfinished new song still echoed in her mind—like a story abruptly cut off, with an unimaginable ending.

“Lai La? Is that Sister Lai La?”

At that moment, an excited voice came from behind.

Another omnipresent fan.

Sometimes she even missed the days before she was famous—at least then she didn’t feel constantly watched.

Lai La sighed inwardly but immediately put on her professional smile.

She turned gracefully.

“Good morning~~”

The moment the words left her lips, she nearly froze.

Before her stood a dusty, ragged man in a patched-up mage robe.

He rushed forward, waving his arms wildly, eyes wide, pupils dilated.

“Lucky day! I just arrived in Coral Bay and ran into you! Can I record you, Sister Lai La?”

“Ah, sorry, our company doesn’t allow solo recording stones with individuals.”

“Then can I hold your hand? I love you, Sister Lai La—I attend every one of your concerts.”

Lai La stepped back half a pace.

Forced calm: “Thank you for your support, but I’m sorry—I have something urgent, I must go now…”

“Go?”

The man’s smile twisted suddenly.

“Why didn’t you reply to my letters? Sister Lai La, why did you throw them away? You promised you’d love your fans forever.”

Lai La’s smile froze; a sliver of silver-white blade flashed before her eyes.

She instantly remembered the recent threatening letters.

Lai La herself had poor talent, and as a cloud elf studying the hardest path—vocal music—she had virtually no combat ability in the early stages.

Instinctively, she reached for the necklace around her neck—a daily-use protective magical artifact.

Her hand grasped nothing.

Lai La realized in horror: she’d sneaked out and brought nothing with her.

The blade flashed; her coat split open, revealing snow-white skin.

“Don’t be afraid, Sister Lai La—we’ll never be separated again.”

“No—”

*Slap!*

A giant hand reached in unseen and seized the dagger as it swung again.

The dagger seemed suddenly fused into a massive boulder—no matter how the man tugged, it remained frozen midair.

“What the hell? Playing with this shit in my territory?”

Lyla Starwhisper looked up in shock and saw a tall, sharply chiseled, unnervingly handsome man standing beside her.

A gradated golden sword and a porcelain-white sword hung at his belt, emitting no magical ripples, utterly unremarkable in appearance.

Yet this man radiated overwhelming, heavy presence—just one glance revealed he was no ordinary person.

“It’s you!?”

She cried out in delight.

Memories of singing for the Dragon-Slaying Squad surged instantly—the face of the man who had leapt onto the stage and crushed the explosive backdrop—merged with the man before her.

“Who the fuck are you? Get lost! She’s my girlfriend!”

“Look at yourself—a wild mage. Do you even deserve to be here?”

Luo De twisted hard, and the dagger instantly slipped free from the man’s grip.

He tossed it lightly upward, caught the hilt in reverse, and drove it with a wet *thunk* into the man’s waist.

The man didn’t react at all.

Only when searing pain pierced his mind did he scream, clutching the wound and turning to flee.

But under the agony, he took only two steps before collapsing slowly to the ground, weakly bleeding and gasping for help.

“Oh! You can’t just kill him like that!”

Lyla cried out in panic.

She reached for the magic stone to contact her agent Camille—grasped nothing but air.

Luo De regarded her coldly: “Lyla Starwhisper, right? I didn’t come to save you. But in Coral Bay, I had no choice but to keep you quiet until the concert ended.”

“But you’re killing him! How can a lord just kill someone so casually?”

Lyla grabbed his coat, trying to stop him from leaving.

Luo De had no intention of answering. He shoved her aside without mercy and strode toward the sea.

By the rocks waited Siren Reef, Rive.

Her pink hair still flowed gracefully, her peach face and crimson lips brimming with allure.

She licked her lips, watching the man on the shore slowly dying, and swallowed.

The sea surged against her chest, lifting the soft mounds with each wave.

“Lord Luo De, shall I just eat him for you?”

“Enough talk. Why did you call me here?”

Rive shrank back, daring not to retort.

She explained obediently: “Our sisters discovered a massive palace in a certain trench—clearly teeming with more mutated sirens, and also swarming with sandflower merfolk. We didn’t dare enter.”

“A palace? Discovered? You’ve lived in the Monster Sea for years—and now you’re discovering this?”

“Isn’t that right? We were puzzled too. I used to go to that deep trench all the time—there was never any palace. It just appeared out of nowhere. Oh! Lord, the big star’s coming.”

“You know her?”

“Of course. We often sing her songs to lure people into the sea.”

“.”

Lyla Starwhisper approached hesitantly.

Just as she opened her mouth, she saw the stunningly beautiful pink-haired siren by the rocks—and those hateful rolls of fat—and froze.

The man who had saved her twice, Luo De, wore a cold expression, showing not a trace of guilt over killing.

The sea breeze stirred as the rising sun lit both of them.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman.

The alluring siren, eyes raised, face filled with sorrowful longing; the cold, heavy sovereign of the deep, utterly heartless.

Watching this scene.

Lyla Starwhisper was stunned.

The inspiration that had long stalled in her mind began to turn again.

A new song, depicting an impossible love between two races locked in eternal opposition, slowly took clear shape.

(End of Chapter)