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However, this was also the one who "brought hope to her when she was young, lonely, and helpless," and the one who "accompanied her when she was lost due to amnesia."
When I checked, my favorability rating was only 89, not even 90!
Hmph, Ceressa.
You little brat!
It really is a drafty cotton-padded jacket~
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After looking at Bayonetta's character card, Luo Jiajun came back to his senses and said to the others gathered around the bed in the tent, "Everyone, go ahead and get busy. Bayonetta and I... need to talk alone."
Upon hearing this, Dreyer raised an eyebrow, and after glancing at Bayonetta's alluring figure, a knowing smile flashed in his eyes. The others reacted in turn, but ultimately quietly withdrew from the tent one by one.
The curtain fell, cutting off the faint light and sound from the outside world, leaving only the two people inside the tent.
Bayonetta, in her black high heels, walked gracefully and silently to the bedside. She leaned down slightly, her stunningly beautiful face close to Luo Jiajun's, her bright red lips almost touching his ear, her warm breath carrying a faint, lingering scent of roses as she brushed against his earlobe.
“So…” her voice was deep and magnetic, with a languid teasing tone, “How should I address you? By your name? Or…”
At this point, the witch paused deliberately, drawing out the last syllable with a playful smile, "Or should I call you... Big Brother? Or... Master, like a long, long time ago?"
Luo Jiajun gave a wry smile and shook his head helplessly: "Just call me by my name, as for 'big brother' and all that... let's skip that."
The fact that the title "big brother" came from the mouth of this powerful, sexy, and alluring woman made him feel really uncomfortable.
The current Bayonetta is no longer the little girl who cried for her mother.
After teasing Luo Jiajun, Bayonetta straightened up, her smile vanishing abruptly, replaced by an unusual seriousness.
Through her glasses, her narrow eyes began to sharply scrutinize Luo Jiajun.
Her voice deepened, carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation:
"I thought you had already perished under the siege of those angels, leaving no trace of your body. I never expected you to still be alive, and even summoned me to such a... strange world."
As she spoke, she walked to the only small wooden table in the center of the tent, and sat gracefully against the edge of the table, her long legs crossed, the tips of her black high heels lightly touching the ground.
“Then, my dear 'master'…”
She spoke again, her tone regaining its former air of nonchalant control, but the question went straight to the heart of the matter:
"Tell me, what exactly happened to this world? The ever-present fog outside, those strange 'little cuties' emerging from the cracks, and..."
She slightly raised her chin, gesturing towards the outside of the tent:
"Those loyal 'partners' with varying powers? Weren't they all 'invited' from different worlds by you in the same way?"
Faced with Bayonetta's question, Luo Jiajun took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind about his "dream" experience, and then began to tell Bayonetta about the current state of this world.
Bayonetta listened quietly, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table unconsciously, her eyes behind her glasses deep and unfathomable.
After Luo Jiajun explained the situation, she let out a soft, ambiguous laugh, straightened up, and with graceful, cat-like steps, approached the bed again.
This time, she bent down slightly, bringing her stunningly beautiful face even closer, her bright red lips no more than an inch from Luo Jiajun's nose. Luo Jiajun's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the small, black mole on the corner of her lips, which resembled a bead of congealed blood. Her red lips appeared even more striking in the dim light.
"I understand……"
The woman's voice carried a hint of lazy teasing.
"A world on the verge of collapse, and... a 'big brother' summoner who knows summoning magic and is keen on gathering beauties from various worlds?"
She deliberately emphasized the words "big brother," a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Speaking of which, ever since just now, your gaze... has been lingering on my lips."
As she spoke, the witch extended her tongue and slowly and seductively licked her lower lip, leaving a glistening drop of moisture. Then, her gaze became fixed intently on Luo Jiajun.
"What a lecherous 'big brother'~ Could it be that he's getting lustful towards me~?"
"Cough cough...! Bayonetta, you...!" You Lin want Lin has Yongkong, you Lin are here...
Luo Jiajun was instantly caught off guard and could only cough awkwardly a few times. However, before he could even offer an explanation, Bayonetta suddenly leaned down and cupped his cheeks in her hands.
The woman's movements carried an irresistible gentleness, yet contained a powerful strength. Luo Jiajun could even smell her unique fragrance, a blend of rose and some kind of mysterious magic.
The next second, those two warm, rose-scented, and glossy red lips that he had just been gazing at pressed down on him without any explanation, with a force that seemed to declare sovereignty!
It was a deep kiss, with an undeniable aggressiveness and a strange, complex emotion that seemed to have been brewing for a long time.
Bayonetta's kissing skills were clumsy yet passionate; her lips were incredibly soft, yet possessed an irresistible firmness. Her tongue deftly pried open Luo Jiajun's teeth, demanding with an almost greedy intensity, each entanglement sending shivers down her spine.
Luo Jiajun's mind went blank, and he could only passively accept this sudden gift from the witch.
After a long, long time, Bayonetta slowly withdrew. When their lips parted, a trail of ambiguous, glistening silver thread stretched out, strikingly visible in the dim light.
Bayonetta was slightly out of breath, a faint, almost imperceptible blush rising to her cheeks, which stood out beautifully against her pale skin. She looked at Luo Jiajun's clearly bewildered face, and her lips curled into that signature languid yet slightly wicked smile again, her voice a few decibels lower and hoarseer than usual:
"Don't get me wrong, this is just... a belated thank you."
Her fingertips gently brushed across Luo Jiajun's lips, wiping away the spot.
The voice gradually lowered:
"Thank you for being alive. Thank you for your companionship and...hope during my most lonely, helpless, confused and lost times."
Her gaze, peering through the lenses, seemed to pierce through time and space, revealing the little girl who had cried on the giant bridge, and the figure who had fought alongside her after she lost her memory and before her strength had fully returned.
For Luo Jiajun, these were just things he had experienced in his "dream".
But what he didn't understand was that for Bayonetta, this was a very distant memory.
After all, hundreds of years have passed since Ceresa, who cried for her mother, grew into Bayonetta.
Such a long period of time has only allowed those cherished memories to ferment and deepen.
After a deep kiss, Luo Jiajun, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, reopened Bayonetta's character card and checked her favorability rating again—sure enough, it had risen to 90.
In retrospect, the extra special reward given by the [Legendary Summoning Card] is indeed quite good. It's like Bayonetta has already become part of her harem the moment she was summoned!
Sure enough, the game in my mind shouldn't be called "Hyperdimensional Apocalypse Game".
It should be called "Hyperdimensional Harem Game"!
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Bayonetta's lips were soft and warm, carrying a sweet rose scent, intertwined with an indescribable magical aura unique to her, easily igniting the flames hidden deep within Luo Jiajun's body.
The feeling came swiftly and directly, as if all the blood was rushing to a certain place, causing Luo Jiajun's breathing to become heavy.
However, just as she was being fully aroused and about to break through the dam of reason, Bayonetta, like a cunning cat, gracefully took a step back.
The warm touch and intoxicating aroma suddenly vanished, leaving only a slight chill.
She stopped, her eyes, hidden behind her glasses, filled with undisguised laughter. Her gaze landed precisely and with a hint of amusement on Luo Jiajun's crotch—there, a noticeable bulge faithfully reflected Luo Jiajun's current state.
"Ah la~"
The witch parted her red lips slightly, drawing out the syllable, her voice filled with mischief and knowing understanding:
"I knew I wasn't wrong~ Someone really has... ascended to the Starfield~"
She deliberately pronounced a word softly and slowly, like a hook, teasing Luo Jiajun's nerves.
And as soon as she finished speaking, she extended her tongue once more, with a deliberate, almost theatrical seduction, slowly and meticulously licking her full lower lip. As her tongue swept across her lips, it left a glistening trail of moisture, which stood out vividly in the dim light of the tent.
Having done all this, she looked at Luo Jiajun with a leisurely air, a smile playing on her lips as if she controlled the whole situation, while maintaining a perfectly appropriate distance. Her posture clearly indicated that she wanted to enjoy Luo Jiajun's current state of burning desire yet unable to obtain it, a state of utter embarrassment.
It's really burning so hard, but they won't let me do it.
Seeing Bayonetta's "I love seeing you helpless against me" expression, Luo Jiajun couldn't help but shake his head slightly and laugh silently.
The saying "A girl changes drastically at eighteen" is so true. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentences.)
And it's not just her appearance that's changed. The once gentle and sweet Ceresa has now become a true queen. Every smile and frown exudes charm, and every glance is captivating, leaving one breathless and helpless.
But Luo Jiajun wasn't a monk who had never eaten meat. This little provocation, while making his blood boil, wasn't enough to make him lose his mind and rush into indulging in meat right now in this doomsday camp where monsters could attack at any moment—he still had that much self-control.
So, whether Bayonetta was playing some kind of "chase and escape" game with Luo Jiajun, or simply wanted to see Luo Jiajun make a fool of himself and enjoy having him under her thumb, Luo Jiajun had no intention of following her script.
After a brief shake of his head and a light laugh, Luo Jiajun's smile quickly faded, his eyes regained their clarity, and even carried a hint of retaliation.
He suddenly raised his voice and shouted towards the outside of the tent: "Dreyer!"
Both being "witches," this player, who hails from eroge games, is a true heavyweight in the realm of "burning." If Bayonetta's flirting is an art with a sense of distance, then Dreyer's passion is magma that can melt you instantly.
Delaire was already standing not far outside the tent, listening intently to the sounds inside—after all, Bayonetta's teasing "Rise of the Stars" hadn't been quiet. Hearing Luo Jiajun's call, she almost immediately lifted the curtain and entered, bringing a fragrant breeze with her.
"Master, did you call me?"
Delaire's voice was so sweet it could drip honey, and upon entering the tent, his captivating eyes immediately caught... well, that undeniable, stubborn bulge on someone's pants.
Her gaze lingered there for a moment, a knowing smile curving her lips, before she slowly turned to Luo Jiajun's face. "What are your orders, my dear master?"
Luo Jiajun remained expressionless, as if he hadn't been the one who had just been aroused. He raised his hand and pointed without hesitation at Bayonetta, who was standing beside him with her arms crossed, watching the scene with amusement. In a tone that was both accusatory and extremely serious, he said:
"She blackmailed me... no, she seduced me!"
This accusation was earth-shattering, carrying an unreasonable and blunt tone.
The air inside the tent seemed to freeze instantly.
Bayonetta's knowing, mocking smile froze instantly. Her eyes widened slightly, seemingly completely unprepared for Luo Jiajun's move.
Dreyer was also stunned, and the bewitching smile on his face froze for a moment, as if several huge question marks appeared in his mind.
She glanced at Luo Jiajun, who was pointing at Bayonetta with an "righteous" expression, and then at Bayonetta, who was clearly a little dazed after being accused. Her mind couldn't quite process what was happening.
So what is Luo Jiajun up to this time? Is he tattling? Or... some kind of trendy sexual play?
The two witches, with their contrasting styles but both well-traveled and knowledgeable, were momentarily bewildered by Luo Jiajun's dry humor, and an eerie silence fell over the tent.
Derek was indeed experienced; her mind worked quickly. Her gaze swept back and forth between Luo Jiajun's still-unsettled "key area" and Bayonetta's beautiful face filled with astonishment. Combining this with the conversation she had vaguely overheard earlier, she instantly "understood."
--oh!
It must have been this woman next to him who provoked Luo Jiajun, set him on fire, and then ran away, leaving Luo Jiajun in this awkward and uncomfortable situation!
Having figured this out, Dreyer's smile returned, even more alluring than before, her eyes gleaming with a "leave it to me" light.
She swayed her serpentine waist and walked seductively to Luo Jiajun's side, almost pressing her body against him. She also glanced at Bayonetta with a hint of provocation and smugness in her eyes, as if saying, "Watch me."
Then, following Luo Jiajun's words, she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice:
"Really? Miss Bayonetta actually did such a thing?"
She deliberately covered her mouth exaggeratedly, then leaned closer to Luo Jiajun, her breath sweet as orchids:
"Then, my dear master, would you mind telling me exactly how Miss Bayonetta seduced you?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "seduce" when she said this, with a strong sense of teasing.
Luo Jiajun sat on the bed, watching Derek's exaggerated acting and cooperative attitude, secretly amused, but his face remained tense.
He cleared his throat and, mimicking Bayonetta's earlier action, stuck out the tip of his tongue and hastily, even clumsily, licked his lips. The movement, of course, lacked Bayonetta's allure; it was purely a perfunctory demonstration, just enough to convey the meaning.
“That’s it—” Luo Jiajun said succinctly.
"Oh, I see?" Dreyer immediately understood, drawing out his words with a "I totally get it" gleam in his eyes.
She cooperated with Luo Jiajun without hesitation, hunching her soft upper body like a docile cat and pounced on Luo Jiajun's lap. Her hands were also placed naturally on Luo Jiajun's waistband, as if she was ready to untie Luo Jiajun and provide "fire-extinguishing" services at any time.
And it's not just about posture.
She tilted her head back, her beautiful face radiating an aura of "loyalty" and "service," her rosy tongue slowly and suggestively licking her lips as she stared intently at Luo Jiajun.
"So, Master, is there anything... that you need my help with? I'd be very happy to assist you."
The implication in her voice, coupled with her poised movements, couldn't be clearer—she could immediately resolve her master's "urgent crisis" at a single command.
Unlike Bayonetta's distant and teasing seduction, Dreyer's is a true, undisguised "burn."
She seemed completely unconcerned that Bayonetta was watching, and her posture suggested that she was about to actually pull down Luo Jiajun's pants and help him "cool down" with her actions.
Bayonetta's face darkened completely the moment Derek threw himself onto Luo Jiajun's lap and put his hand on his belt. The surprise and amusement she had felt at being outmaneuvered by Luo Jiajun vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, intensely displeased scrutiny.
She crossed her arms, her eyes behind her glasses sharp as knives, coldly staring at Dreyer's self-sacrificing manner, then sweeping over Luo Jiajun's seemingly helpless but actually acquiescing face. An inexplicable sense of irritation suddenly welled up, causing her to subconsciously purse her lips.
Just as Delaire's fingers began to tighten slightly, seemingly about to pull down Luo Jiajun's pants, Luo Jiajun finally reached out and gently pressed Delaire's wrist, stopping her movement.
"Alright, alright, that's enough." Luo Jiajun's voice returned to its normal tone, even taking on a serious and earnest air.
He pushed Dreyer aside, stood up, and his gaze swept over the two very different witches in the tent. His tone, like that of a great sage, carried a deep sense of anguish: