My Husband's Subordinates Want to Take Me to Bed Every Night- Chapter 23
Chapter 23 : Romantic Little Erotic Books in the Library
(Posaton is reading the book to Lien)
The heroic Qisler raised the sharp sword in his hand and pointed it at the dragon in front of him. He said,
"Red Dragon, today we will definitely kill you, die!"
The fiery red dragon flapped its huge wings wide open and closed, and a strong wind pressure was blowing from its side, intending to blow away the brave man in front of it.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that the black-feathered demon in front of him was no longer the smug brat he was a thousand years ago.
The frizzy appearance in memory, with the eyes of a newborn calf overlapping with the black eyes full of murderous intent at this moment. When its thoughts returned to the millennium, Qisler, who was flapping his wings, had already come to him.
The brave warrior of the Demon Race raised his sword in his hand.
The Dragon's eyes reflected a black figure, but it didn't have time to dodge.
The point of the sword pierced deeply into its eye plug, and the blood stained his vision and the unforgettable the black figure.
The Dragon howled.
The crystal nuclei wrapped in the blood-red eyes immediately popped out, like a fiery meteor, across the king's face.
The Dragon suddenly fell straight backward, like a puppet with broken strings.
Memories of the past with Qisler came to my mind, and I saw the tit-for-tat confrontation from the first time I saw it.
Things change and stars move, like a marquee.
It turned out that the future it was looking forward to had already ended when Qisler pointed his sword at it.
When it was thinking about how to keep Qisler by its side forever, the other party only thought about how to kill it.
So sad, so resentful.
The Dragon fell to the ground without a sound.
Qisler's thousand-year long-cherished wish finally came true.
He waved his wings and came before the Red Dragon, and gently closed the wide-open eyes of the evil dragon, thinking it was the reward for his mercy to his subordinates over the years.
"Farewell, Dragon."
Qisler picked up the fiery red spar lying quietly on the ground.
The fist-sized irregular block still retains a fiery temperature, but the crimson light above it has long since dimmed.
The dragon slaying warriors who came back from their bloody war were surrounded by the residents of the city, and the crowd was singing about the heroic deeds of the demon warriors.
Qisler was immediately invited into the palace.
The palace of Nuoda is filled with beautiful women.
Those goddesses who used to regard him as sand wither, now one after another send eyeballs to him, hinting to him overtly and secretly at the ball that cleansed him up.
Qisler smiled and rolled his eyes, shuttled on the dance floor, looking for which beauty to have a good night with tonight.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time, for a thousand years.
As night fell, the woman's clean naked body turned her back to him, bathed in the moonlight.
Qisler touched the women on the big bed, the bare back that was as smooth as silk, the milk balls on the chest that protruded like flower buds, and the woman's plump pussy.
The callused hands that had been dancing with swords for a long time moved up and down the woman's body like teasing. He opened his mouth and sucked into the woman's small ears. Qisler curled the corner of his mouth and asked: "You used to regard me as sand, now you see me again?" Why did you climb into my bed?" He rubbed the woman's snow milk vigorously in a vengeful manner.
Glancing at the breasts overflowing from his fingers, Qisler felt a burst of relief.
He had dealt with the Dragon for so long, just waiting for one day to defeat it, waiting for one day to become a hero of the king city, and let those goddesses who once looked down on him and rejected him climb onto his bed one by one.
Qisler raised his eyebrows, waiting for the woman's reply.
Under his teasing, the woman panted and groaned, begging him for mercy...
???
She heard something...
The healing and mournful style in the first half is then covered by the collapsed plot in the latter part.
While she was recalling the experience of listening to the Dean's story in the orphanage, and was immersed in the love and hatred between the dragon and the brave man, why did the male protagonist named Qisler suddenly change his mind?
Lien opened her dark starry eyes, leaned straight on the backrest, and turned her head to look at the brown book in Posaton's hand.
"Wait a minute."
Posaton stopped reading, still smiling warmly, but Lien saw that undisguised smile.
Although the white-haired demon's expression didn't change much, Lien could feel it.
She glanced at the white pages of the book. The last volume clearly showed a scene of a brave man defeating a dragon. So why did the style become so strange!
She really wanted to snatch the book from the man's hand, but if she did that, not only would she look embarrassed, she would also not be able to understand the words on the book, so it would be useless.
Lien put her hands on the table and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down and cover up her gaffe, but her beautiful eyebrows subconsciously formed a deep groove.
Posaton looked at the delicate face of the woman with frowning brows, her thin lips opened and closed.
"Queen, maybe you didn't read the full name of the book, there is a small mark at the bottom."
How can she understand that!
Lien slandered in her heart, but still pretended to be calm and made a monotone, "Oh?"
Posaton raised his eyebrows, but did not expose her.
"The full name of this book is..."
"The Return of the King: Those goddesses who were plagued by evil dragons and regarded me as sand climbed onto my bed one by one"
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