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

This reason seemed sufficient. Anne-Lorze immediately got out of bed. She straightened her not-too-disheveled clothes, strode out of the room.

The hallway was quiet. Annerose tiptoed to the top of the stairs. She didn't go down immediately, but stopped at the corner, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the brightly lit living room below.

The living room was empty.

On the coffee table lay the still-wet lollipop Bayonetta had licked, its sweet sheen reflecting the light. The sofa remained as it had been when they left, looking somewhat disheveled.

What about people?

Anne-Lorraine's heart skipped a beat. She held her breath and listened intently.

Just then, a faint yet incredibly clear sound came from downstairs—

"Click."

That was the sound of the master bedroom door closing softly.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the quiet night, in this empty house, it was like a thunderclap, striking Anne-Louze's heart hard.

Her body froze instantly.

The current situation is self-evident.

A chilling coldness, mixed with intense, ignored anger, shot straight from her feet to her head. Anne-Lorraine's face darkened visibly. Her fingers, gripping the stair railing, tightened unconsciously, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

A few seconds later, she turned abruptly, her movements filled with suppressed anger, and strode back to her room without looking back. She slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the quiet second-floor hallway.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom.

The soft glow of the wall lamp cast a warm yellow halo, enveloping the room in an ambiguous atmosphere. The air seemed to still carry the fresh scent of shower gel, mixed with Bayonetta's unique body odor, a subtle fragrance of roses and magic.

They kissed all the way from the doorway to the bedside. Luo Jiajun pushed Bayonetta down onto the soft bed. The belt of her bathrobe had already been torn open during their passionate kiss, and her clothes were disheveled, revealing her muscular chest.

Their lips finally parted, leaving a glistening silver thread that looked exceptionally enchanting under the light.

Bayonetta was breathing slightly, and a beautiful blush rose to her pale cheeks.

Her tongue, extended in an extremely seductive manner, licked the lips that had become even redder from the kiss. Behind her glasses, her eyes shimmered with a lazy, triumphant smile.

"How was it?" Her voice was slightly hoarse with emotion, like a feather brushing against my heart. "The strawberry flavor... wasn't bad, was it?"

Luo Jiajun's gaze couldn't leave her red lips, glistening with saliva like ripe cherries. The soft touch of those lips, the agile intertwining of her tongue, and the rich, sweet scent of strawberries all fueled the fire within him.

Looking at the alluring witch who held the upper hand, Luo Jiajun's voice was low and tinged with uncertainty:

"Bayonetta, are you sure... are you really ready?"

Upon hearing this, Bayonetta's lips curved into an even more alluring and meaningful smile.

She leaned down slightly, her stunningly beautiful face close to Luo Jiajun's, her warm breath brushing against his ear.

"Heh..." You Lin, I want to sing, I want to be empty, you Lin, are you here...?

She let out a soft chuckle, tinged with amusement and a barely perceptible sigh. "I told you, the little Ceresa who used to need your candy and comforting head pats has all grown up."

Her fingertips gently brushed across Luo Jiajun's cheek, the movement tender, but her gaze sharp and direct.

"Don't you understand yet?"

“Beyond you lies Bayonetta, who, strictly speaking, has lived for hundreds of years.”

She paused slightly, then brought her red lips even closer, almost touching Luo Jiajun's lips, her breath sweet as orchids:

"Throughout these centuries, I've long wanted to experience what the so-called pleasures of love between men and women truly feel like~"

Luo Jiajun was slightly taken aback.

Bayonetta's suggestion was like a bolt of lightning, instantly cleaving open a neglected corner of his mind.

Yes! This charming and alluring Bayonetta, whose seductive skills seem to be maxed out, is actually, strictly speaking, an old woman who has lived for hundreds of years...?

The contrast between this realization and reality was so stark that Luo Jiajun was momentarily taken aback.

A newbie who seems to have a wealth of theoretical experience but actually has zero practical experience?

Just as Luo Jiajun was momentarily stunned by this sudden realization, a sly glint flashed in Bayonetta's eyes. She suddenly thrust her hips forward, her movements as swift as lightning!

Luo Jiajun felt a sudden lightness on his body, followed by a dizzying spin. By the time he realized what was happening, their positions had been reversed!

Bayonetta had somehow nimbly rolled off the bed, like an elegant yet dangerous cat, and slid to the foot of the bed. She then took the initiative, pinning Luo Jiajun down on the bed.

“Now…” Bayonetta’s voice came from below, with a hint of lazy teasing and undisguised inquiry, “Let me have a good ‘taste’ of what kind of ‘magic’ my ‘big brother,’ or rather, my master… really holds.”

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Jiajun felt a cool yet incredibly nimble hand lift the hem of his bathrobe. Then, the bathrobe, which was practically useless to him, was stripped off by Bayonetta and tossed onto the carpet beside the bed.

Luo Jiajun's muscular body was exposed without reservation to the warm yellow light and to Bayonetta's burning, inquisitive gaze. Especially between his legs, his already erect penis, radiating astonishing heat and size, now pointed straight upwards like a drawn sword.

Bayonetta's gaze, as if it were tangible, fell upon that burning, erect penis. Behind her glasses, her eyes flashed with undisguised amazement and intense interest.

"Ha... indeed... extraordinary indeed."

She whispered, her voice slightly hoarse.

The next second, under Luo Jiajun's gaze, Bayonetta lowered her head slightly and leaned closer to the erect penis that was radiating an astonishing heat.

She didn't immediately take it in, but first extended her wet, slippery tongue, and as if savoring the most precious delicacy, she slowly and carefully licked it upwards from the very bottom of the erect scrotum.

The touch of his tongue was warm and slippery, possessing a strange magic. The slow and deliberate movement, like a feather brushing against him, carried an electric-like tingling sensation that instantly swept through Luo Jiajun's entire body, causing him to involuntarily tense his abdominal muscles and let out a suppressed groan.

Bayonetta seemed quite pleased with Luo Jiajun's reaction. She tilted her head slightly, her tongue deftly tracing the prominent, knotted veins on his erect penis, feeling its vibrant life force and astonishing heat. Her movements were both earnest and deadly allure, like that of a student learning.

Finally, her tongue, like a serpent, coiled around the erect, large tip that was already oozing with glistening liquid.

"Mmm..." When that wet, warm tongue, with tentative force, licked the most sensitive tip of the glans, a strong, almost overwhelming sensation, like a high-voltage current, instantly pierced through Luo Jiajun's spine! He gasped sharply, his body jerking upwards uncontrollably.

Bayonetta seemed amused by Luo Jiajun's reaction, letting out a low, mischievous chuckle.

Without further hesitation, she parted her red lips slightly, with a determination akin to declaring sovereignty, and slowly and irresistibly took that hot, hard, and astonishingly large erect tip into her warm mouth!

"Hiss—!" Luo Jiajun felt his erection instantly enveloped by an extremely soft, warm, wet and tight sensation!

That feeling was so wonderful, so intoxicating!

Bayonetta's mouth seemed to have a life of its own; her soft tongue, like the finest velvet, tightly enveloped and wrapped around him. And the witch didn't rush to swallow or spit; instead, she first used the nimble tip of her tongue to meticulously feel and grind the invading object.

Her movements carried the awkwardness of a beginner, yet were brimming with a bold and direct desire to explore. Every lick and entwine of her tongue, every suck and squeeze in her mouth, precisely stimulated Luo Jiajun's most sensitive nerve endings, bringing forth a continuous, almost overwhelming, wave of intense pleasure.

Luo Jiajun's breathing became heavy and rapid, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to suppress the low growl that was about to escape his lips.

Bayonetta seemed to be gradually getting the rhythm right. She began to try swallowing and spitting, her red lips enveloping the erect shaft, her head rising and falling rhythmically. Each deep throat produced a soft whimper from her throat, the sound mixed with the slurping "tsk tsk" of saliva, which was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Although her skills were still a bit raw, her focus, her dedication, and the domineering attitude that came from the very core of a witch—the desire to control everything—created a unique and irresistible charm.

Especially when she raised her eyelids and looked at Luo Jiajun through her signature thin-rimmed glasses with her dreamy amber eyes, her gaze held a mixture of triumphant control, excited exploration, and a hint of flame ignited by passion...

This dual impact of sight and touch made Luo Jiajun feel as if he were at the crossroads of heaven and hell, and the dam of his reason was teetering on the brink of collapse under the surging waves.

It was unclear how much time had passed—perhaps just a few minutes, perhaps an eternity. When Bayonita once again swallowed deeply, her tongue deftly tracing the most sensitive crevice at the tip of his erect penis, Luo Jiajun could no longer suppress the torrent that had reached its climax!

"Ugh—!"

A deep, beast-like roar burst forth from the depths of Luo Jiajun's throat.

He thrust his hips upwards with a sudden movement, his hands uncontrollably pressing Bayonetta's head against him, drawing her even closer. Streams of hot, thick life essence erupted like a volcanic eruption, gushing forth and pouring into the depths of the witch's warm mouth!

Bayonetta's body stiffened visibly, seemingly caught off guard by the sudden outburst. But she did not back down; instead, she swallowed hard, absorbing the scalding liquid containing Luo Jiajun's life essence.

Her cheeks bulged slightly from the effort, and a few tears even welled up in the corners of her eyes, giving her an unusual and breathtakingly fragile appearance.

When the last lingering sensation finally subsided, Luo Jiajun collapsed heavily back onto the bed as if all his strength had been drained, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

Bayonetta slowly raised her head, leaving behind her still-erect erection. A trace of white, glistening flesh remained at the corner of her lips. Her tongue, extended, slowly and seductively licked her lips, rolling the trace into her mouth, as if savoring its unique flavor.

Behind the lenses, a strange light shone in his eyes—an indescribable sense of satisfaction and excitement, as if he had discovered a new continent, brought about by the filling and enhancement of his magic.

"So, this is what 'mana replenishment' is..."

Her voice was languid and hoarse after their lovemaking, with a hint of sudden realization and amazement, "Indeed... it lives up to its name."

Then she leaned down, getting closer to Luo Jiajun again, her red lips almost touching his ear, her warm breath carrying the scent of strawberries and some indescribable magic.

"So, my dear master, is it your turn to 'taste' me now?"

Her fingertips, slightly cool, gently traced Luo Jiajun's sweaty chest, moving downwards until they finally rested on his erect penis, still firm after ejaculation and covered in their combined fluids.

The clothes she wore, which were essentially woven from magic and hair, quietly slipped away at this moment.

Looking at the face so close to his, so alluring, and at the undisguised desire and expectation in the witch's eyes, Luo Jiajun took a deep breath, suddenly flipped over, and pinned Bayonetta down once more.

This time, Luo Jiajun's actions were undeniably forceful and aggressive.

"Don't beg for mercy later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jiajun's waist suddenly thrust forward!

"Well--!"

Bayonetta let out a short whimper, a sound filled with both pain and ultimate satisfaction. Her long, slender legs tensed instantly, then wrapped tightly around Luo Jiajun's strong waist like vines.

At this moment, the two bodies merged completely and without reservation.

The centuries-long wait and curiosity of the Bayonetta were finally ignited and filled by Luo Jiajun in the most primal and direct way.

In the bedroom, only blush-inducing gasps, moans, and the sounds of intense physical contact echoed in the quiet night...

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The soft yellow light shone on the bedroom floor.

The smell in the air had changed; it was no longer the refreshing scent after a shower, but a mixture of sweat, a peculiar rose fragrance, and a more primal, intense aroma.

In a corner of the bedroom, a full-length mirror reflects the image of two figures intertwined and merged.

Luo Jiajun's movements carried a power; with each step forward, he was embraced by an indescribable warmth and depth. Each step deeper felt like exploring the unknown, and each departure brought a tremor deep within his soul.

The witch's response was like an unpredictable melody—her body had its own language, sometimes like vines tightly entwining, pulling Luo Jiajun deeper into the vortex; sometimes like the softest support, guiding Luo Jiajun to make his vigorous thrusts time and time again.

Suppressed sounds kept escaping from the depths of their throats, not from pain, but from a kind of trembling that came from the soul. The sounds rose and fell, like the tides, or like distant thunder, each change echoing the most intense collision in their hearts.

Bayonetta's fingers were icy cold, sinking deep into the taut muscles of Luo Jiajun's back, a silent demand, as if trying to pull them out of their bodies and completely intertwine them. Her long, slender legs, now brimming with wild power, were tightly wrapped around Luo Jiajun's waist. Each burst of strength from Luo Jiajun caused her toes to tense, her arches to tremble slightly, leaving brief but powerful marks in the light and shadow.

Sweat, indistinguishable from its own, streamed down the skin that clung to it. Each friction of skin against skin was like sparks flying, igniting an even deeper desire.

Luo Jiajun could feel that the ancient and immense power within the witch was awakening and surging with this most primal rhythm, violently colliding, intertwining, and merging with his own vigorous life force.

This fusion of energies is far more profound than the physical body itself. It's like an invisible bridge is built between the two, eliminating even the barriers between their souls.

This kind of fusion, seemingly reaching the level of the soul, brought an impact far more intense than ordinary pleasure, delivering a suffocating satisfaction. In this ultimate intimacy, Luo Jiajun and the witch beneath him gave to each other and took from each other.

When that ultimate wave, carrying the deepest throbbing of the soul and the most intense release of energy, sweeps in unstoppable, time seems to be stretched out, and then frozen in an instant.

"Ah~~~~~"

With a sharp groan, Bayonetta's body arched upwards abruptly, her neck bending backwards into an astonishing arc, revealing the veins clearly visible beneath her fair skin.

At the same time, Luo Jiajun let out a low roar, like a wounded beast, using his last strength to pour out the most primal and fervent aspects of his life, along with all the turmoil and longing deep within his soul, without reservation and completely into that honey pot that had accepted him completely, now scalding hot, trembling, and seemingly possessing infinite capacity for containment.

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The next day, Luo Jiajun woke up slowly in a strange, slippery, warm, enveloping sensation.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting hazy streaks of light into the room. The intense passion of last night had faded considerably, but a faint, lingering scent of roses and... a more intimate, morning-like stirring remained.

At this moment, Luo Jiajun slightly opened his eyes, his vision still a little blurry. The first thing that caught his eye was Bayonetta's short, jet-black hair, as dark as night.

The witch, who had woken up at some unknown time, was lying on top of Luo Jiajun. The blankets had slipped down to her waist, revealing her smooth shoulders and back and her breathtaking curves. She lowered her head, intently burying her face between Luo Jiajun's legs.

That moist, warm, enveloping sensation came from the witch's current movements. Her rosy lips were pressed tightly against and enveloped Luo Jiajun's naturally awakened, vibrant energy. The movements carried a languid yet almost subservient rhythm.

Her tongue, like the most nimble fish, gently glided and entwined over the sensitive tip and shaft, bringing waves of subtle yet tingling currents that reached right to the nerve endings. Each suck was delivered with just the right amount of pressure, unhurried and unhurried, as if savoring a delicate breakfast, or as if awakening a dormant power.

Luo Jiajun sighed comfortably, his body sinking into the soft bed, letting the pleasant warmth spread from his lower abdomen to his limbs. His hand unconsciously rose and gently stroked the back of Bayonetta's head, his fingertips digging into her soft hair, as if in encouragement.

Bayonetta seemed to sense Luo Jiajun's response, letting out a muffled, satisfied hum. Her tongue moved more skillfully and gracefully, and the wet, entwining sensation deepened, as if trying to draw the hot, erect member deeper into the warmth of her mouth.

Just as this intoxicating, almost irresistible, tender trap was about to be broken, a clear knock on the door abruptly shattered the idyllic atmosphere in the bedroom.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound was not loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a lake, instantly creating ripples.

Luo Jiajun frowned slightly, pulled back to reality from his comfortable reverie. His hand on the back of Bayonetta's head tightened slightly, signaling her to stop. However, the witch beneath him seemed oblivious to the knocking, or perhaps simply didn't care. She lifted her eyes behind her glasses, glancing quickly at Luo Jiajun. Instead of displeasure at being disturbed, her eyes flashed with a cunning, almost mischievous light.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Jiajun felt that the warm and moist place enveloping him suddenly burst out with an amazing suction force!

Bayonetta's cheeks suddenly caved in, her red lips like the strongest suction cups, clinging tightly to his erect tip, while a forceful swallow escaped from deep within her throat. The feeling... was as if a vacuum vortex had instantly formed inside her mouth, with a terrifying force that seemed to forcibly suck his spinal cord, even his soul, from its most sensitive opening!