The apocalypse is coming, but thankfully I have a harem of paper dolls.

Admittedly, there isn't a deep bond between Dreyer and Luo Jiajun like that of Achina, who shared life-and-death experiences in the early days of the apocalypse; nor is there a deep friendship built through swordplay like that of Akiyama Rinko; and there isn't a companionship and protection that transcends time and space, from childhood to adulthood, like that of Bayonetta. They seem to lack the kind of shared experiences that would sustain such a high level of affection between them.

So, how did Luo Jiajun manage to raise Dreyer's favorability rating to such a high level of 74 in such a short time?

The answer is simple, brutal, and almost vulgar—it's all about "doing it."

There is an old Chinese saying: "Familiarity breeds affection."

Another more universal truth is that a harmonious and high-quality sex life is one of the most direct and effective lubricants for maintaining and enhancing the relationship between partners.

A truly "powerful" man, if he can make a woman experience the ultimate pleasure and unforgettable experience every time, then this extreme physical satisfaction will inevitably transform into a strong psychological attachment and admiration.

Moreover, women are naturally drawn to strength, and Luo Jiajun's strength lies not only in his sexual prowess but also in his formidable combat abilities, enough to establish himself and even control the situation in the apocalypse. This combination of "strength" is a fatal attraction for a woman like Dreyer, who admires power and craves excitement.

However, while these principles are straightforward and effective, saying them out loud is perhaps too... blatant? Too... vulgar?

Luo Jiajun really couldn't bring up these "hard truths" directly in front of Bayonetta and Annerose. So he shook his head, a helpless yet slightly amused smile on his face, his gaze meeting Bayonetta's sharp scrutiny:

Does it matter what Dreyer is really thinking?

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Bayonetta and Annerose, who was equally drawn to the answer, and slowly said, "There's a saying, 'Judging by actions, not intentions.' Do you understand what I mean? Whatever her deepest motives may be, as long as her actions show that she's on my side and willing to be used by me, that's enough."

"..." Bayonetta's eyes behind her glasses flickered slightly, like ripples spreading across a calm lake after a pebble has been thrown in. Luo Jiajun's almost "pragmatic" answer clearly took her by surprise. He was not swayed by her provocation, but instead used an almost cold rationality to casually dismiss the question of Dreyer's "motives."

Seeing that Luo Jiajun didn't seem to be taking the bait, Bayonetta pursed her red lips, temporarily sheathing her sharp tongue and falling silent. The air in the living room became stagnant once again.

At this moment, Anne-Lorraine, who had been left standing aside for a long time, finally couldn't hold back any longer. She leaned forward slightly, looked directly at Luo Jiajun, and with a hint of impatience and insistence in her tone, forcefully steered the conversation back to the core issue she cared about:

“Miss Bayonetta, I think what we should be focusing on now is the issue I raised earlier, regarding my inexplicable increase in strength…”

“No.” However, Bayonetta interrupted her again with a crisp, clean remark.

Bayonetta's gaze remained fixed on Luo Jiajun's face, as if Anne-Lorz's words were merely insignificant background noise. The corners of her lips curled back into that enigmatic smile, and her voice regained its previous composure, even carrying a hint of languor:

"Actually, I don't necessarily need to know the specific reasons for the changes in the magic power within my body."

These words made Anne-Lorz frown even more.

Bayonetta continued, her tone carrying a strange certainty:

"Because my intuition is also clearly telling me that this change is benign, positive, and beneficial to me. Since it's not a bad thing, and could even be considered a good thing, why bother digging deeper?"

She changed the subject, her eyes once again gleaming with that inquisitive and seductive light that made Luo Jiajun's heart race: "Compared to that, I'm more concerned about... 'mana replenishment'."

"Then again..."

At this moment, Bayonetta seemed to remember something, and finally shifted her gaze from Luo Jiajun's face to Annerose, whose expression had become quite unpleasant. "As I just said, everything is 'hypothetical,' so I don't completely believe in the so-called 'mana replenishment' either."

Her gaze shifted between Annerose and Luo Jiajun before finally settling on Annerose's face. She parted her red lips slightly and uttered a startling suggestion: "But verifying whether this is true or not is actually quite simple, isn't it?"

Her smile deepened, carrying a devilish allure.

"Well? Miss Annerose, would you like to verify with me whether someone's [mana replenishment] ability is really as...magical as Miss Delaire described?"

"..." Anne-Lorz's expression froze instantly. As if she had heard something unbelievable, her eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief and... offensive anger.

She stared intently at Bayonetta's smiling face, as if trying to find even the slightest trace of a joke.

However, no.

“Absurd!” Anne-Loz spat out the two words through gritted teeth, her chest heaving again from the intense emotional turmoil.

She took a deep breath, as if trying to force down the anger surging in her chest. The next second, she jumped up from the sofa, her movements filled with barely suppressed rage.

"No need!" Her voice was icy cold, like the polar wind. "I'm a little tired! I'll go rest first."

She left those words behind, her gaze like two icicles, glaring fiercely at Luo Jiajun as if he were the one who had caused all of this. Then, with an aura that seemed to freeze the air, she turned and strode away from the living room without looking back, heading straight for the stairs.

Only Luo Jiajun and Bayonetta remained in the living room. The air seemed to subtly shift the moment Anne-Lorze left. The previous tense, tentative, and fiery atmosphere appeared to be replaced by a more intimate and ambiguous element.

Bayonetta's gaze returned to Luo Jiajun. She leaned back slightly, settling back onto the sofa, her long legs once more elegantly crossed. The soft living room light bathed her in a hazy glow, casting a hazy glow on her mysterious and sensual aura. Looking at Luo Jiajun, her red lips parted slightly, each word seeming to carry an invisible hook:

“Now, Anne-Loz is gone too…” She paused deliberately, her gaze slowly sweeping over Luo Jiajun before finally settling on his face. “Next, it’s time just for the two of us, isn’t it?”

An unspoken allure quickly filled the air with her words, enveloping the two of them. The air seemed to thicken and heat, each breath carrying a heart-pounding excitement…

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"Now, it's time just for the two of us, isn't it?"

Bayonetta's words were like a key, unlocking some invisible valve. The air seemed to heat up, and every breath was filled with a heart-pounding excitement.

Luo Jiajun could clearly feel that a certain part of his body was still stubbornly erect under his bathrobe, proclaiming that it had not ceased to exist because of Anne-Louze's departure.

Bayonetta's gaze seemed to casually sweep over Luo Jiajun's awkward silhouette beneath his bathrobe, a faint smile playing on her lips. She didn't continue the previous conversation, but instead appeared drawn to the snacks scattered in the fruit bowl on the coffee table, precisely picking up a strawberry-flavored lollipop from the pile of colorful packaging.

The plastic wrapper was deftly peeled open by her slender fingers, making a soft rustling sound. She put the round candy into her mouth, her rosy lips immediately enveloping the candy ball, her tongue skillfully swirling and sucking it.

The action was incredibly alluring—her tongue would sometimes lightly lick the surface of the candy, sometimes delve deeper, making subtle, suggestive sucking sounds. She squinted her eyes slightly, as if savoring pure sweetness, but the gesture itself was like a silent, highly suggestive performance.

"This magic trick of conjuring a house out of thin air is truly amazing," Bayonetta said, her voice slightly muffled and tinged with a lazy sigh, her mouth full of candy. "The house even has everything you could want, including snacks..."

She looked up, her gaze behind her glasses filled with inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible mischief, before returning to Luo Jiajun's face. "Why didn't you show me this skill when I was a kid?"

Her question seemed casual, but accompanied by the suggestive action of sucking on a lollipop, every syllable seemed to carry an electric current, precisely stimulating Luo Jiajun's taut nerves.

The movement of those red lips, the entanglement of their tongues, the glistening candy peeking out between their lips and teeth...

Luo Jiajun's gaze was completely fixed on her lips, his mind uncontrollably conjuring up extremely erotic images—imagining that nimble, strawberry-scented tongue, wrapped around and enveloping some sensitive, burning part of his body, what an intoxicating and unforgettable sensation it would be...

This intense visual impact and imagination made Luo Jiajun's reaction under his bathrobe instantly harder and hotter, almost bursting through the thin fabric.

Bayonetta took in Luo Jiajun's reaction, a triumphant smile flashing across her eyes so quickly it was almost impossible to catch.

So she deliberately stopped sucking, gently pressed her tongue against the candy, tilted her head, and asked in an innocently questioning tone, "Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything? Answer my question."

She paused, her gaze lingering meaningfully on Luo Jiajun's face before slowly moving down to a spot on his bathrobe. She added leisurely, "Why do you seem... you've been staring at my lips?"

"..." Luo Jiajun remained silent. He had certainly heard the strong implication in Bayonetta's words, but he was unsure whether Bayonetta would actually take action or was simply enjoying teasing him and watching him embarrass himself.

As for Bayonetta, those who know, know; she's all about flirting and doesn't care about calming people down.

At this moment, seeing that Luo Jiajun did not rush over as she had expected, Bayonetta was not disappointed at all; instead, her interest in her eyes grew even stronger.

She enveloped the candy with her red lips again, sucked hard, making a clear "pop" sound, and then pulled the wet, glistening lollipop from her lips. Then, her tongue slowly and seductively licked the same lips, as if savoring the sweetness, or perhaps making a silent invitation.

"My favorite snack is lollipops, do you know why?" Looking at the candy in her hand, which was covered in her saliva, Bayonetta's tone was languid with nostalgia. Before Luo Jiajun could answer, her gaze refocused on his face, and her eyes behind her glasses became deep and complicated, with a touch of tender reminiscence. "It's all because... when I was little, someone used to give me lollipops all the time."

These words were like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates of Luo Jiajun's memory. The dreamlike experience from before clearly surfaced in his mind—the little girl Ceresa in the world of Bayonetta, with her double braids, round-framed glasses, and tattered doll.

She was always timid, yet she was very dependent on Luo Jiajun, who had helped her find her "mother." Every time Luo Jiajun took out a lollipop to coax her, her big eyes would light up with surprise, and a shy yet satisfied smile would appear on her chubby cheeks.

She would carefully take the candy, as if holding some precious treasure, and then stick out her little tongue to lick it little by little, her innocent and pure appearance forming an extremely strong contrast with the sexy, alluring, and charming witch Bayonetta in front of her.

The woman sitting in front of Luo Jiajun at this moment, Bayonetta, is not the two separate beings in the dream (the young Ceresa and the amnesiac Bayonetta), but a complete individual with all her memories from childhood and adulthood.

She possesses both Ceresa's innocent and dependent past and Bayonetta's mature and alluring present.

As Bayonetta recounted her childhood experiences, the image of the soft, obedient little Ceresa in Luo Jiajun's mind instantly became incredibly clear and vivid.

Looking at the stunning face before him, and remembering that she was once a little girl who needed his comfort and sweets, a strange, almost guilty feeling quietly rose up, instantly overshadowing the surging passion he had just been stirred up.

Bayonetta keenly noticed the change in Luo Jiajun's eyes. She saw the raw, almost explosive rage in his eyes quickly fade, replaced by a gentle, complex light. This was completely unexpected. She had anticipated that Luo Jiajun would be embarrassed, unable to contain himself, or even furious, but she never expected this reaction.

The ambiguous atmosphere she had carefully created seemed to have been caught off guard by this unexpected change.

Just as Bayonetta was slightly stunned by this unexpected turn of events, Luo Jiajun suddenly moved.

He stood up without hesitation and walked straight to Bayonetta, sitting down close beside her. The sofa sagged slightly under his weight. The distance between them instantly became intimate; Bayonetta could even feel the warmth emanating from his body. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

Turning to the side, Luo Jiajun's gaze focused intently on Bayonetta's face, his expression carrying an unprecedented seriousness and gentleness. He spoke abruptly, his voice low and clear: "May I touch you?"

Bayonetta was slightly taken aback, then a look of understanding flashed in her eyes.

She assumed Luo Jiajun had finally succumbed to his urges, simply adopting a more "gentlemanly" approach. So, the corners of her lips curved back into that signature, languidly alluring smile, and she leaned forward slightly, closing the already close distance between them, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Oh? How exactly does the touching method work?"

The witch's voice was seductive, and her eyes were filled with suggestive anticipation, as if encouraging the man before her to explore more intimately.

However, Luo Jiajun's next move once again left her stunned.

It was only because Luo Jiajun didn't touch her neck, collarbone, or the stunning curves encased in her tight-fitting clothes as she had imagined. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand. His warm, broad palm gently and steadily landed on her short, jet-black hair, as dark as the deep night sky.

The touch of his palm against her hair was unexpectedly soft. Luo Jiajun's hand didn't apply pressure; it simply stroked her head gently, with a soothing quality, just like... just like a long, long time ago, on that huge, desolate bridge, when he comforted the weeping little Ceresa.

A powerful sense of familiarity, originating from the depths of her soul, instantly struck Bayonetta, and countless long-forgotten fragments of memory surged into her mind like a tide: the helpless crying on the cold bridge, the comfort of being stroked on the head by a warm hand, the sweetness of a lollipop melting on her tongue, the sense of security of being protected behind her...

Those emotions belonging to "Ceresa," buried deep within her by the long years, were completely awakened in this simple gesture. Her amber pupils contracted slightly, her body stiffened for a moment, and her eyes behind her glasses were filled with an indescribable tremor. It was as if, in this moment, she had transformed back into that small girl who longed for warmth and support.

His hand remained on Bayonetta's head as Luo Jiajun lowered his head slightly, his gaze gently gazing at the alluringly beautiful face before him. The passion in his eyes had almost completely vanished, leaving only a gentle smile and a faint sigh.

"Serissa, you've really grown up..."

"You have become who you should be now..."

“This, Bayonetta, is so charming and beautiful.”

Under Luo Jiajun's soft whispers, the long-lost feeling of being cherished as "Ceresa" stirred a bittersweet ripple in the softest part of the witch's heart.

The mature and alluring facade she had meticulously constructed for Bayonetta seemed to crack slightly in the face of this title and this gesture. She felt a strong pang in her heart, and a long-lost urge to rely on something quietly began to grow within her.

Bayonetta remained silent for a few seconds, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if trying to calm the turmoil in her heart. When she slowly raised her eyelids, she met Luo Jiajun's gentle gaze once more. The previous playfulness and seduction were gone from her eyes; in their place was a complex emotion, tinged with nostalgia and a hint of barely perceptible vulnerability.

“Yes…” Her voice was much lower than usual, with a hoarse quality that came with the passage of time, “Ceresa has grown up, and I am now—Bayonetta.”

This statement is profound. It is both a farewell to the past and an affirmation of the present. She reminisces about the feeling of being cherished as "Ceresa," but she is also reminding Luo Jiajun, and herself, that the little girl who needed to rely on is gone. Now standing before Luo Jiajun is the powerful, independent Bayonetta, a witch who controls her own destiny.

She is no longer the little girl who needed candy or a pat on the head for comfort.

However, immediately after this somewhat aloof declaration, Bayonetta's gaze shifted abruptly. The complexity and vulnerability vanished quickly, replaced by a more intense, direct, and undeniably aggressive flame!

It was as if the tender touch she had just experienced had ignited a more primal and intense desire deep within her heart—a desire that belonged to "Bayonetta".

She gave Luo Jiajun no more time to think or react.

A pair of slender hands rose like serpents, gently yet firmly cupping Luo Jiajun's cheeks with an irresistible force. Her fingertips were slightly cool, touching Luo Jiajun's warm skin, bringing a slight shiver.

Luo Jiajun could clearly see the intense emotions surging in her narrow eyes behind her glasses, emotions that almost devoured him—there was nostalgia, palpitations, aroused desire, and a kind of... resolute determination to prove something.

Immediately afterward, under Luo Jiajun's slightly surprised gaze, Bayonetta's stunningly beautiful face rapidly approached. She tilted her head slightly, and her red lips pressed down on his with a precise, assertive force!

It was a deep kiss.

It carries the rich, sweet aroma of strawberry lollipop residue.

Her lips were soft and incredibly elastic, like the sweetest fruit. Her tongue, with an undeniable aggressiveness, deftly pried open Luo Jiajun's teeth, forcefully invading with an almost greedy demand, vigorously entwining, sucking, and exploring every inch of Luo Jiajun's oral cavity.

The sweet strawberry scent instantly filled their mouths, mingling with her unique, rose-and-magical body fragrance, creating a dizzying and fatal allure.

This kiss was no longer Ceressa's dependence, but Bayonetta's conquest.

It was passionate, tender, and possessive, as if it wanted to completely and undeniably imprint the tender touch of the moment and all the complex and unspeakable emotions into the depths of Luo Jiajun's soul through this deep kiss.

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On the second floor, in a simply furnished bedroom.

Anne-Loz leaned against the headboard, her arms crossed over her chest, her long legs crossed and resting on the edge of the bed, a lingering sense of unease etched on her brow.

Everything that had happened in the living room was now replaying in her mind:

Bayonetta's languid yet playful gaze, Luo Jiajun's seemingly serious but actually embarrassed appearance, and of course, Dreyer's blatant hints before leaving, and... Bayonetta's last absurd suggestion!

"Let's verify together whether the 'mana replenishment' is true?" Annerose snorted coldly, her chest rising and falling slightly with her breath. This suggestion was a blatant trampling of her dignity! Did that Bayonetta, relying on her strength and mysterious origins, act so recklessly?

But deep down, the inexplicable restlessness didn't stem entirely from anger. A more hidden emotion, one she didn't want to delve into, was churning within her, causing her to grab a handful of her beautiful hair in frustration.

"Damn it... what am I even thinking?" she muttered to herself, trying to dispel the jumbled thoughts.

However, a sudden conjecture popped up uncontrollably at this moment, so clear that it startled her—Could Bayonetta really be downstairs right now... doing something with Luo Jiajun to verify that absurd "mana replenishment" effect?

The moment this thought arose, it was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, instantly creating even larger ripples. An indescribable bitterness, mixed with a sense of offended anger, gripped her heart tightly.

'Clearly! She was here first!'

The thought was so abrupt, so illogical, that even Anne-Lorze herself was startled. She shook her head violently, as if trying to shake off the absurd idea along with all those troubling emotions.

"What a joke!" she hissed at herself, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her amber eyes. "How could I possibly have such thoughts? That lecherous summoner, and that nonsensical witch... let them do whatever they want! What does it have to do with me!"

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the restlessness in her heart.

Yes, that's it! She was just... just a little thirsty. That's all.

There's juice in the fridge in the living room downstairs; she just wants to grab a bottle to quench her thirst!