Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Inside the bathroom.

Emma has now completely opened her heart.

The tingling sensation from below

Has caused all her thoughts to grind to a halt.

She's like a cute octopus, tightly clinging to John's naked, strong body.

John's waist is still persistently moving forward.

With every thrust of his dragon, a muffled collision of bodies can be heard,

Accompanied by Emma's moans, intertwining into the most pleasing symphony.

"Johnny... you're so good... aren't you tired?"

Between breaths, Emma voiced out her sole concern.

This man has been holding her the entire time, his muscles tensed.

There's no slowing down in his movements.

Hearing her, John chuckled: "Tired? Not a chance."

Not only did he not stop his movements, but he also accelerated the rhythm of his attacks.

Emma is completely lost in the forceful impacts over and over again.

Her sizable mountains are tightly pressed against John's chest,

The curve, nothing short of dramatic.

Who knows how much time has passed, perhaps half an hour, or even an hour...

Accompanied by Emma's high-pitched scream, and John's deep grunts.

Their movements finally started to slow.

Emma is panting heavily, her hands tightly around John's back.

Her head resting on John's shoulder.

She's like a fish out of water, desperately seeking for the scarce oxygen in the air.

John is still holding this little girl.

They're still connected below.

Contact at zero distance, as if fused into one.

"Ah, you naughty thing, let me down. The bath is practically the same as not having one."

After a good half a day's rest, Emma finally regains her strength.

She opens her mouth slightly, her pearly white teeth biting John's shoulder.

The cute picture of a bullied girl.

John reveals a satisfied smile.

He grabs a towel, wrapping both of them inside.

Still holding Emma, he steps out of the bathroom where they've stayed for so long.

Emma dries her naked body.

Looking down, she gasps for air.

Even in its flaccid state, the dragon still looks enormous.

Veins bulging, seeming to want to rise at any moment.

Emma quickly averts her gaze, panicked like a lost bunny: "I'll... I'll go dry my hair..."

John, without getting dressed, lies down on the soft bed.

After a short rest, he bends over to pick up an elegantly packaged box from the side of the bed.

With a wicked smile, he opens it.

Inside the box were the toys he'd prepared earlier...

When Emma emerged, hair dried and wrapped in a towel,

The sight of neatly arranged items on the bed left her stunned.

Bunny girl lingerie with little rabbit ears...

Air hostess uniforms in black and white lace...

Beautifully designed Lolita pleated skirts...

Emma's small face scrunched up into a bun: "Johnny, you big bad wolf, what on earth are you planning to do?"

John raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips: "What do you think? Didn't I tell you earlier? I've specifically prepared a bunch of lingerie that's your size."

"How about you pick out something you like and put it on for my viewing pleasure?"

Emma, trembling, extended her hand.

But she didn't dare to pick up any of them.

Her makeup-less yet stunning face was full of fear.

"No... I'm all weak and wobbly from earlier. I don't have any strength left. And you still want to go again..."

Emma was apprehensive, exclaiming, "Johnny, you're a pervert. If this continues, I'll... I'll be done in by you..."

Seeing her acting so adorably scared,

John couldn't help but feel affection for her.

The flames of desire that had just died down in his heart ignited once again.

Seeing the dragon showing signs of rising again,

Emma screamed in shock.

But she was interrupted as John yanked off her towel and pulled her onto the bed...

Her body sprawled out, the room was filled with an intoxicating charm.

...

After another passionate battle,

The two finally lay in each other's arms, satisfied and calm.

Looking at the mess of the large bed,

Emma let out a soft "oh", covering her face with her hand.

She was too shy to show her face.

John, on the other hand, let Emma's small fists pound against his chest,

A contented smile spread across his face.

John suddenly said, "By the way, there's a party in a few days. Would you accompany me?"

Emma, her face still flushed, looked up curiously: "What kind of party?"

John nonchalantly said, "Remember the little girl I saved by the river a few days ago? Her parents invited me to her birthday banquet to thank me in person. It just so happens that I need a female companion."

Emma retorted, "Someone like you, would you ever lack a female companion?"

But inwardly, she was overjoyed.

In her eyes, John willing to take her to such an occasion

Was akin to an official announcement.

The current relationship between the two was somewhat uncertain.

Although they were living together, they hadn't officially defined their relationship.

They just tacitly maintained this ambiguity and subtle passion.

Emma was not entirely confident.

Such an excellent man surely had no shortage of outstanding women around him.

Could a student like her really occupy the heart of a man like him?

John, of course, had no idea about the myriad thoughts racing through her mind.

He simply pinched the soft pink cherry at the peak of Emma's chest and said with a mischievous grin, "Where do all these other women come from? There's only you, isn't there?"

Emma was taken by surprise as her sensitive area came under sudden attack.

The rosy flush that had just faded rushed back to her cheeks.

She quickly retreated into the quilt, wrapping herself tightly.

Only a small head emerged as she warned, "Alright, alright, let's go. But no more messing with me. I'm all swollen down there..."

...

As John exerted his dominance, taming Emma, the little sprite,

In the world of Godslayer,

A conspiracy against him was being quietly hatched.

Darklord had arranged to meet Wolf Guild's vice leader in a private room in a small tavern.

This time, he brought only SoulSong with him.

Wolf Howl, from the Wolf Guild, also came alone.

The fewer people who knew about their conversation, the better.

"Wolf Howl, now that we're alone, feel free to share your plan," Darklord said, his face lighting up at the thought of John's downfall. 

He was so excited he was shaking.

However, Wolf Howl didn't address the matter at hand, instead eyeing SoulSong suspiciously. "And who might this be?"

Darklord arrogantly introduced him: "Let me introduce you to the strongest player in our guild, SoulSong. He's nearing level 60, equipped with rare blue gear and he has the rare 'Wind Knight' class."

Wolf Howl showed no interest, dismissing it with a shrug. 

He had no interest in SoulSong's prowess.

In his opinion, the strongest player of a second-tier guild like Darklord's was just a big fish in a small pond.

Wolf Howl had agreed to cooperate with Darklord purely to target John.

He was startled by their previous encounter in the Raging Forest. 

His own abilities, once a source of pride, seemed paper-thin before John.

Even his stealth ability, passed down from his master, was seen through by John.

Like Darklord, Wolf Howl was a man driven by envy, hating anyone stronger than himself.

So, he understood that John was his Achilles heel.

Only by defeating John could he focus on his own path as an assassin.

"Get to the point, my time is valuable," Darklord said, growing impatient with Wolf Howl's silence.

Wolf Howl merely smiled coldly. "So, you brought an underling to our secret meeting, Darklord. Don't trust me?"

Darklord responded with a sly smile, "You don't understand SoulSong's background. He and Galewind used to be best buddies. If he hadn't switched sides, I wouldn't have been able to target Galewind right after the server opened."

Darklord bluntly revealed SoulSong's dirty past. 

SoulSong remained expressionless and silent throughout, standing behind Darklord like a statue.

"Oh?" Wolf Howl suddenly seemed interested. 

"So, Darklord, you've targeted Galewind in the past?"

With a gloomy face, Darklord confessed, "Yeah, I went through a lot of trouble to mess with Galewind's character, gave him the most useless initial class. But that bastard must have had a lucky streak or something because he still managed to level up."

Wolf Howl, his eyes flickering, didn't quite buy Darklord's explanation.

What a joke!

From what he had seen of Galewind's strength, it didn't seem like something one could achieve starting from a useless account.

Based on Wolf Howl's years of gaming experience,to reach Galewind's current power level, one would at least need a super lucky character,

with numerous adventures along the way, allowing one to far surpass the average player at this stage.

A useless start turned into a treasure?

Wolf Howl silently scoffed in his heart.

Little did he know, his fleeting guess was the only truth.

At this point, Darklord turned his skeptical gaze to Wolf Howl. 

"Honestly, Vice Guild Leader Wolf Howl, how can you be so sure that your plan can take down John? Even if you have such a method, shouldn't it be Wolf Prime, the Guild Leader, negotiating with me?"

"Do you even qualify?"

Wolf Howl sneered inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged:

"To be frank, my boss has lost some of his nerve and wants to make peace with Galewind, so I came to see you behind his back."