Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The winner's privilege is to enjoy the loser's exhausted body, seasoned with his angry emotions.

Alric never thought he would end up in such a situation.

He clenched his teeth, let out a suppressed roar from the depths of his throat, and struggled even more fiercely.

This feeling of being completely controlled made him extremely irritable, especially when facing this mysterious guy who repeatedly provoked him.

However, his struggle only pleased the other party.

An unyielding will only fuels the desire for control.

Jinchen's gloved hand reached out from behind.

Alric turned his head to avoid it, but his jaw was lifted up again and his mouth opened.

Then, her fingertips pressed the base of his tongue almost violently.

Alric shuddered, a surge of humiliating rage rising to his head.

He tried to resist with his tongue and bit down with his teeth, but the resistance seemed futile and embarrassing.

The strong feeling of suffocation made Alric unable to control his short and dry heaves.

The green pupils suddenly contracted and rolled upwards uncontrollably, the eyelashes trembled rapidly, the vision became blurred and flickering, and even consciousness was instantly withdrawn.

So embarrassing.

This feeling of being completely controlled and powerless was a very strange feeling for Alric.

Over the years, he has rarely encountered an opponent who could put him in such a situation.

As I realized this, a strange, tingling feeling crept up my spine.

This feeling made him want to kill the invisible man in black in front of him even more to continue the excitement.

Alric tried to ignore the stranglehold, gathering strength again and tensing his body in an attempt to break free.

He was defeated, unwilling, and angry for this failed battle.

"Don't let me know who you are!"

Alric took advantage of the moment when the other's fingers loosened slightly and squeezed out a hoarse curse, the words dirty and violent.

Jinchen chuckled softly and automatically ignored his dirty words, thinking that the angry hum was more beautiful than any music.

He placed his hand on the fragile, beating pulse at the side of his neck and bit down.

"I told you, baby," Jinchen's tone was filled with evil pleasure.

"My name is... Chen."

Jinchen admired the breathtaking blush that quickly rose up on Alrick's cheeks, a very moving color.

He was fascinated and placed a few small kisses on the hot cheeks, with pity and cruelty coexisting.

At the same time, he fully abides by the rules of this dark game and punishes the losers.

Alric could no longer stand.

He struggled unbearably, feeling completely enjoyed.

Resistance and struggle only result in more devastating punishment, which is like the taming of a loser.

Alric's eyes kept rolling upwards, looking at the blurry ceiling in the darkness.

This battle, from being evenly matched at the beginning to being absolutely suppressed at this moment.

Alric realized that there was no way he could defeat this pervert by force tonight.

During the day he was stingy in showing mercy to others.

He is in control at night.

But within this day, it was overturned in two completely different ways.

The extreme and violent twists bring about the thrilling pleasure of life and death.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +15, totaling 25! 】

Jinchen curled his lips, exerted force with his arms, turned the unconscious Alric over, and held him in his arms from the front.

A wet kiss fell upon Alric's parted lips.

"Baby," Jinchen's voice was hoarse and teasing.

"You're pretty awesome, aren't you?"

All of Alric's murderous intentions tonight were eliminated in a completely passive way.

He leaned on Jinchen's shoulder, breathing heavily, with a slight pain in his neck.

Jinchen used her moist fingertips to gently wipe away the mess from the corner of his lips.

The two of them were so close that their noses almost touched.

This overly intimate and controlling action made Alric's scalp tingle.

"You dare!" Alric, not realizing something, suddenly glared at the vague silhouette in the darkness. Even though he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, the anger in his eyes was about to materialize.

"Next time," Jinchen chuckled happily.

He lowered his head and placed his warm lips on the skin over his left heart, leaving a mark.

Alric's shirt had been torn into a mess during the struggle, and Jinchen slowly and methodically buttoned it up for him one by one, as if he was sorting out his own belongings.

"Next time, I'll come back to enjoy something else."

After fastening the last button, Jinchen let go of Alrick.

In a flash, he grabbed Alric's fist that was about to attack him, and brought his calloused hand to his mouth and bit it, leaving the mark overlapping with the previous one.

"Have a nice evening, Scarlet Gentleman." Jinchen's voice returned to its magnetic lowness. "This is...a reward for you."

He pressed two metal medallions into Alric's palms.

Then, without waiting for Alric to react, Jinchen pushed open an old window next to him that had been covered in dust for a long time.

The dim moonlight finally poured into the darkness, outlining the tall and thin figure in a black cloak, hazy and unreal.

Alric stumbled after him and saw the man raise his hands and lazily step back a few steps, then without hesitation lean back and climb out of the window.

This is the third floor!

Alric rushed to the window and leaned over to look down.

Downstairs was a narrow, damp alley, filled with miscellaneous items but empty.

The man disappeared without a trace.

"Madman!" Alric held onto the window frame and cursed under his breath. The dampness made him extremely irritated.

Alric tugged at the collar of his shirt and walked back into the light with a gloomy face.

Bearded Locke and the other two were waiting there anxiously, and they were obviously relieved to see him come back.

"Oh my God, where did you chase that person to? Is nothing going to happen?" Locke looked at his slightly messy hair and unusually red lips and asked worriedly.

Alric waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine.

He spread out his palms, and with the help of the kerosene lamp on the counter, he finally saw the two cold objects in his palms.

It turned out to be the Griffin Medal!

Alrick clenched his hands in shock, turned his back and took a closer look. The Griffin Medal was their proof of identity in infiltrating the Griffin Gang.

He and Locke had been dealing with many parties in the black market for the past six months, spending a huge amount of money, and only managed to get one with great difficulty.

this person……