The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

Looking at Kate, whose eyes showed infinite disappointment, Li Shanze raised the corner of his mouth: "Why, you are not going to commit suicide out of despair? Your life belongs to me."

"No, although I will soon become unclean, this will not affect my fight against evil, especially the ultimate evil that has defiled the Grand Knight of the Church."

Kate's voice was gritted.

"Perhaps your life is mine, Master."

Li Shanze laughed. He stretched out his right hand to hold Kate's face and stroked her delicate face with his rough fingers.

Li Shanze met Kate's stubborn and resentful gaze and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, I look forward to that day, but please don't make me wait too long."

When the Chevrolet merged back into the traffic heading towards the five-star hotel, the rearview mirror reflected the female rider's newly braided high ponytail - the hair rope was wrapped around it two more times, like two more knots on a gallows.

130 Unclean Knight

Kate's silver cross pendant floated in the ice bucket of room 2806 at the Ritz-Carlton.

Li Shanze used pages from the guest room's Bible to pad the whiskey glass. The thick coated paper absorbed condensation, and the Ten Commandments formed a circle at the bottom of the glass.

It's like a tidings ring, Kate thought.

"What is the Seventh Commandment?" Li Shanze shook the ice in the whiskey glass, squinted his eyes, and admired Kate's figure kneeling on the Persian carpet through the amber wine.

Li Shanze likes this game of conquest very much, so he is particularly patient.

The knight's upper body was naked, revealing the whip marks on his back.

The whip marks drew the shape of St. Andrew's Cross on her smooth back - this mark like the stigma was branded on her pure back by Li Shanze with his belt.

"The seventh commandment is thou shalt not commit adultery, Master," Kate replied, enduring the humiliation.

She was chewing on the humiliation and anger, which fermented in her mouth and brewed into the power of resistance in her heart.

The FBI badge gleamed at her feet, stained with the single malt whiskey that had dripped from her lips.

Kate bit her tongue in pain, and the blood stained the carpet red. Then, her pupils flashed with a cold light like a baptismal font.

She suddenly jumped up and smashed her knee hard on Li Shanze's already hard little brother.

However, this futile effort was blocked by Li Shanze with a palm.

Then, Li Shanze pressed a button on his mobile phone with a smile.

The humming sound of a motor was heard.

All the rebellious strength that Kate had gathered in her body was transformed into a surging spasm with the help of the little toy.

"The great knight's knees can certainly be used to crush evil, but isn't its more important use to beg for forgiveness from the master?" Li Shanze still had a smile on his face.

Kate wanted to punch this hateful smile hard.

He lifted her chin and admired her eyes with a rather aggressive gaze.

Her eyes showed reluctance, unyielding spirit, stubbornness, shame, and lust awakened by the little gift he had given her.

"Yes, Master," she replied helplessly.

When Li Shanze's lips approached her delicate lips, she instinctively closed her eyes.

Because she had used up all her strength to fight back in that knee strike, she could only let his tongue surge in her mouth, let his lips capture her tongue, and let his hands climb up her mountains.

When he finally released her, she nearly chased him for a kiss, and although she managed to control herself, she was already breathless.

She had accepted her fate of being conquered by him.

But he refused to let her go. He pressed the cigar cutter against her throat and teased her, "Your panting during confession was probably not as pious as it is now, right?"

She could only give him a weak and angry look.

His hand moved along her spine and slowly moved downwards. His rough fingers rubbed gently, causing her to tremble violently - this was of course also due to the small toy that Li Shanze stuffed under her white cotton.

The white that symbolizes purity is now in a mess, wet with dew, with patches of it here and there.

His hand continued to move down, untying the tactical straps on her thighs. His movements were careful and gentle, almost like he was carefully dismantling a time bomb.

"It is forbidden to wear any religious symbols other than those of the master while serving him." Li Shanze smiled and raised the tactical bandage in his hand, which still had her body temperature and was embroidered with a cross.

The presidential suite's fragrance system suddenly switched to frankincense, and the motor vibrated more violently. Kate's neck tilted back in reflex, knocking over the whiskey glass.

The amber wine slowly flowed down her graceful body curves, over her pubic bone, fermenting the knight's oath into mellow lust. Her defenses had completely collapsed.

However, just when she was about to feel pleasure, the seemingly tireless vibration suddenly stopped.

The female knight opened her eyes blankly and dissatisfiedly, looking at her master. There was ignited desire and raging longing in her eyes.

Seeing that the temperature was almost right, Li Shanze took out the stubborn little toy.

Kate felt endless emptiness, her body twisted, she couldn't help but hug him, instinctively rubbing her breasts against his solid chest.

"Master," she sighed, asking for sex in a subtle way.

This was probably her limit now. No matter how indifferent or indifferent Li Shanze was, he couldn't force her to say anything more explicit.

Perhaps she needs some role models. Li Shanze thought thoughtfully of Claudia.

But that is not today, and not now.

A woman's sixth sense is scary. Even in this situation, Kate still noticed that he was thinking about another woman.

She glared at him plaintively, "Master, please reward me. Grant me glory with your holy spear."

The Great Knight performed exceptionally well.

Li Shanze gladly accepted the appointment. He stood up and pierced through her last line of defense.

The blood-red plum blossoms spread across the white sheets.

The female knight's ten fingers, which were originally used to hold the spear, dug deep into his back, scratching out ten bloody prophecies.

Kate bit the lace edge of the bed curtains, crushing the confession into messy moaning fragments.

The midday sun climbed due south, nailing the female knight's still spasming ankle in a cross-shaped spot of light.

I am already an unclean knight. I have been possessed by an ogre, whose body is heavily tainted by sorcery.

After being conquered physically, before falling into a satisfied sleep, this was the last thought that crossed the Great Knight's mind.

Twilight was like a scalpel, cutting open the bulletproof glass window of Room 2806. Kate opened her eyes to the dripping sound of the melting ice bucket.

The smart shirt was roughly torn into pieces and spread out on the carpet along with her FBI ID, looking like some kind of strange magic circle.

When she raised her leg, the scar on the inside of her thigh was pulled. The pain after the pleasure made her resentful towards the master who caused her pain.

There was no man beside her, and the silence in the room made her feel empty.

This emptiness was unprecedented, and the great knight had never experienced it before.

It comes not only from the mind, but also from the thighs.

She struggled to get up and went into the bathroom.

Her reflection in the bathroom mirror startled her.

Countless red marks left on the collarbone and neck after the lust subsided, which contrasted with the mess between the buttocks.

The corners of his lips, bitten during the day, were covered in blood scabs that looked richer than the red wine at the Eucharist.

She reached out and touched the mirror, and a piece of confetti floated down.

Embedded in her fingernails were gilded scraps of Bible paper—1 Corinthians 7, torn out at the height of her climax: "It is better to marry than to burn with passion."

The problem was that the master was not willing to marry her. She was embarrassed and anxious.

She almost forgot that she had just been injured and raised her foot to kick away the confetti.

However, Kate's foot-lifting action was tampered with by her body's memory. In addition to the tearing pain, her calf felt a pleasant spasm when her foot arched.

She suddenly hated this body that had been trained to be overly sensitive: she could accurately throw a lance to kill evil from hundreds of meters away, but she was helpless against her own betrayal hormones.

In front of the dressing mirror, she gritted her teeth and tightened her corset to the tactical specifications used during training.

The pain of leather digging into my skin was mixed with the lingering numbness of pleasure, and the bruises on my ribs rose and fell with my breathing, like the mark of slavery branded into my flesh.

The cigar cutter that Li Shanze left on the dressing table flashed with a cold light. She imitated Li Shanze before and put it against her throat.

"Oh, that's right, you have learned how to discipline yourself and are now a qualified slave girl."

Li Shanze clapped his hands and appeared with a smile on his face.

Kate was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Then she was held in his arms.

"What clothes are you still wearing? Take them off." He gave the order arrogantly.

She had no choice but to take off the clothes she had just put on.

"Call Grey's house and tell Charlie that the FBI quarantine process is very troublesome. Let them study the remains of the Liberty Bell first."

After saying that, Li Shanze picked her up and filled her emptiness while she was dialing.

Maybe I should tell Charlie about this.

Kate thought to herself as she called Xia Li as instructed by Li Shanze.

This thought overwhelmed her, and she actively responded to Li Shanze's criticism, but she ultimately couldn't say it out loud.

Maybe my breathing shouldn't be so steady, maybe Charlie can sense something.

The thought gave her waves of joy, like an electric shock, but she somehow managed to maintain a calm yet slightly anxious tone.

After hanging up, her phone fell at her feet and she was pressed firmly against the mirror.

An untamed fire still remained deep in her blurred pupils - the stench of third-level witchcraft pollution on Li Shanze maintained her last clarity.

She was taking in her elegant and beautiful body in the mirror.

131 Alessia's Gift

The smell of frankincense, whiskey soot and passion mixed together, and Alessia rose from the messy Bible remnants in the ashtray.

As soon as he saw Alessia, Li Shanze knew that he had fallen into a dream again.

Strangely enough, ever since killing Bain Benjamin in Fern Town, Alezia has changed her habit of visiting every day and has never appeared again.

This was the first time since then that Li Shanze dreamed of his legal wife - even though Li Shanze and Alessia had never actually met.

Alessia had a lazy look on her face, her red lips were like an evil sword tempered by hellfire, cutting through the mist in the mirror, and the upturned corners of her mouth seemed to carry the intimacy of sulfur.

"My dear husband, you and I are one. I must thank you very much for your help." The devilish wife hugged him from behind, allowing his back to fully feel the impact of her two plump breasts.

Li Shanze had no idea what Alessia was up to.

When they met in the dream before, Alessia had always been aloof. The two of them could not be said to be respectful to each other, but at least they were on edge.

"I don't know what you are talking about, dear. How did I help you?" Li Shanze smiled and turned his head, stroking his devilish wife's cheek with his hand.

Alessia seemed to enjoy the intimacy from her "husband". She narrowed her eyes and rubbed Li Shanze's palm with her cheek.

Then, quietly, she hooked her fingers around his tie, sniffed, and frowned, "Honey, you should learn to spray yourself with some Terre de Hermès."

Of course, Alessia was trying to change the subject, and she succeeded. She successfully raised a question that Li Shanze was more concerned about.

Although as a country bumpkin "Ogre" Li Shanze did not know that Hermès Terre des Hermes perfume is a famous men's perfume, he was able to understand the meaning of the word from Alessia's language and actions.

A cold light flashed in Li Shanze's seemingly blurry eyes: "Oh? Why? Don't you like the smell of me?"

"How could that be? You are my dearest husband!" The devilish wife kissed Li Shanze gently on the cheek. "But, dear, it's hard to hide the undisguised smell of you from others!"

At this point, Alessia pressed her fiery red lips against Li Shanze's ear and whispered softly, "For example, the little beauty lying on your bed."

The breath that came out of Alessia's mouth was like a scorching hot wind from hell, and her long nails that pressed against Li Shanze's throat flashed a cold blue-green light.

She looked as furious as a wife who had caught her cheating husband in bed.

Li Shanze was unmoved, but raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you want a divorce, dear?"

In Li Shanze's opinion, there must be a reason why Alessia did not appear in his dream again until he absorbed the power of will.

Even though Li Shanze himself didn't know what cards he had.

Or was there something so special about him that made this female devil expend so much effort? She tricked him into signing a soul contract and kept appearing in his dreams.

But since she was willing to spend so much effort, there was no doubt that he was valuable, so he planned to take the opportunity to test her.