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

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Mai Shiranui, however, was far less composed. Leaning against an overturned truck, her long, slender fingers unconsciously twirled a strand of hair at her temple. Her sharp black leather jacket appeared even more stark and rigid in the fog. Her gaze occasionally swept into the depths of the thick fog, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

Zhou Meiling and Mai Shiranui were sitting together, slowly eating a can of eight-treasure porridge that she had found somewhere. During the process, she tried to feed Mai Shiranui, but all she got in return was, "I'm not hungry, you eat."

Without further conversation, the four simply remained there, waiting quietly.

This was their pre-determined strategy—only at noon, when the dense fog was dispersed to a minimum by the sunlight, making it possible to discern roads and directions, would they head south with full force, their destination Kunming.

At other times, especially when it's foggy and you can't see your hand in front of your face, choose to rest where you are, conserve your energy, and avoid getting lost in the fog.

Time flowed slowly in the silence and thick fog. After an unknown amount of time, Mai Shiranui seemed unable to contain her frustration any longer. She sighed softly, breaking the silence.

"Hey……"

Her voice sounded somewhat faint in the thick fog, and her gaze swept over Archina, Jera, and Zhou Meiling, who had their eyes closed. "Do you think we really have a chance to see that guy again?"

Her tone carried a hint of confusion and vulnerability that she herself was unaware of.

Finding a specific person in this seemingly endless fog of death is extremely dependent on luck.

Zhou Meiling's face showed a thoughtful expression, and she said in a low voice, "Theoretically, as long as we're heading in the right direction and keep going, there's a chance we'll meet, but..."

She paused, not continuing, but everyone understood what she meant—the fog and the countless dangers lurking within made her so-called "probability" extremely slim.

Archina kept her eyes closed, as if she hadn't heard their conversation. Only the slight tremor of her white silk-covered chest suggested that she wasn't entirely unmoved.

The thick fog rolled silently and continuously, swallowing the figures of the four women and their bewildered question into the boundless grayness.

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Jinjiang Bridge.

The thick fog thinned slightly, but it still shrouded the surrounding area like a murky curtain. The air was thick with the stench of blood, the putrid smell of entrails, and the peculiar stench of monsters, mixed with the damp chill of the river, creating a nauseating aura of death.

The ground at the bridgehead was covered with a thick, dark red slurry and various shapes of remains: the severed limbs of orc warriors, the mountain of troll fragments, the gutted corpses of bear goblins, and many more goblin corpses crushed like rags.

But even on this blood-soaked battlefield littered with devastation, Luo Jiajun's capsule residence stands quietly like a striking and steadfast fortress.

At this moment, inside the capsule residence, in the first-floor bathroom.

Steam rose, blurring the smooth tiled wall. Warm water cascaded from the showerhead, washing over two naked bodies pressed tightly together.

Luo Jiajun stood behind Qiushan Linzi, his broad chest pressed against her smooth back.

The fragrance of shower gel filled the humid air. Luo Jiajun's large hands, covered in slippery white foam, slipped under Rin's armpits and unceremoniously cupped the girl's heavy, snow-white, and ample breasts.

Shower gel foam was freely applied to and kneaded on her breasts, changing their shapes. Warm palms enveloped the nipples, gently twisting them with varying pressure.

"Thank you for your hard work, Rinko~" Luo Jiajun's deep voice, carrying a hot breath, breathed on Rinko's sensitive earlobe, and his moist lips followed, gently biting the girl's small earlobe.

"Um, no, it's nothing." Rinko's body trembled slightly, a tingling sensation spreading from her earlobe, making her involuntarily bite her lower lip. Her voice carried a hint of suppressed panting as she tried to remain calm and explained, "Recently, my control over spatial power has improved quite a bit. Destroying just one portal at a time outside, like just now, doesn't actually feel very tiring for me anymore."

"Hmm..." Luo Jiajun's arms tightened around the girl's waist, pressing their bodies even closer together, and he said with a wicked grin, "But no matter what, I still have to reward you~"

Before he finished speaking, he thrust his hips forward suddenly!

"Ah!" Rinko exclaimed in surprise.

A thick, hot, hard object forcefully squeezed into the crevice between her buttocks, pressing tightly against that already wet and extremely sensitive hairless secret place.

The intense heat and astonishing hardness made her tense up instantly, then she leaned back involuntarily, sinking deeper into the man's firm embrace behind her.

Luo Jiajun let out a satisfied sigh, feeling the smoothness and warmth of the girl in front of him. No longer satisfied with just kneading, his large hands, covered in foam, began to trace down the exquisite curves of the demon ninja, gliding over her flat and firm abdomen, across her smooth waistline, and finally covering her pert and round buttocks.

Then, separating the two plump buttocks, Luo Jiajun's palms, slick with shower gel, rubbed the flesh, while his fingertips explored downwards along the deep crevice of the buttocks.

Rinko's breathing suddenly quickened. She tilted her head back slightly, resting it on Luo Jiajun's shoulder, her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling wetly.

She could clearly feel Luo Jiajun's fingers sliding and pressing between her buttocks like a nimble little snake, and occasionally he would even boldly part the two tender labia and gently sweep across the slightly parted peach blossom slit at the entrance.

"Mmm..." A suppressed groan, thick with nasal tone, escaped from deep in Rinko's throat, its sound trembling at the end.

That groan was like a spark igniting dry tinder, completely igniting Luo Jiajun's desire.

Without further hesitation, he tightly embraced Rinko's slender waist with one hand, and with the other hand, he lifted one of her long, jade-like legs, spreading it apart and raising it.

Warm water continued to wash over the two of them, splashing everywhere. Rinko's body was positioned in a slightly forward-leaning posture with her buttocks sticking out, perfectly welcoming the invasion from behind.

Luo Jiajun straightened his back, and his already pent-up dragon found the entrance that was already muddy, warm and tight. Without any resistance, it slowly and firmly sank into the girl's body and began to conquer her. Each powerful thrust brought a dull thud, mixed with the sound of flowing water and Rinko's suppressed, intermittent moans.

Luo Jiajun held Rinzi's waist tightly, feeling the amazing suction and tightness of her body. Each withdrawal brought out a splash of glistening water, and each penetration reached the softest part of her womb, causing the girl in front of him to tremble.

His gaze greedily captured Rinko's flushed skin, her taut arches, and the snow-white waves of her breasts that swayed violently with his thrusts; the visual stimulation and the physical sensations intertwined to create a surging tide.

The bathroom was filled with steam and the air thick with the scent of desire. Heavy breathing mingled with soft moans, primal and intense.

After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by a low growl from Luo Jiajun and a high-pitched, almost sobbing scream from Rinko, their two tightly joined bodies convulsed violently. Luo Jiajun gripped Rinko's waist and abdomen tightly, pouring his burning seed into that warm depth. Rinko, meanwhile, was overwhelmed by the intense throbbing within her body, leaving her mind blank, only able to utter unconscious, soft moans.

……

After the passion.

The two washed off the slickness and sweat, then slid into the large bathtub together and sat facing each other.

The warm water enveloped my tired but satisfied body, bringing ultimate relaxation.

Rinko leaned against the edge of the bathtub, her eyes closed languidly, a blush still lingering on her face from the passion. Luo Jiajun, meanwhile, was fidgeting in the bathtub, restlessly playing with her delicate feet soaking in the water.

The girl's snow-white feet had beautiful arches and rounded toes like pearls, appearing even whiter after being soaked in warm water. Luo Jiajun's thumb gently touched the soles of her feet, eliciting a slight tickle and a soft tremor from the girl.

He lifted one of the jade feet with great interest, brought it close to his eyes and examined it carefully, then did the same to the other one.

Rinko opened her eyes, her misty gaze filled with confusion as she looked at Luo Jiajun's actions.

Luo Jiajun's lips curled into a wicked smile as he cupped her two wet, smooth feet in his hands and brought them together. Then, he guided those warm, slippery feet to slowly clamp down on his erect penis, which, despite having just released its pent-up desire, was still proudly erect with bulging veins.

“Rinko…” Luo Jiajun’s voice carried a hint of lazy hoarseness and suggestion.

Rinko Akiyama was taken aback at first, then her face flushed again.

She instantly understood Luo Jiajun's intention. Although shy, she only bit her lower lip slightly and did not refuse.

Then, the girl's toes curled up slightly, with a hint of tentative shyness, and then her soft, boneless feet began to gently and awkwardly move up and down, gripping the hot, hard object.

The delicate skin on the soles of her feet and the soft embrace of her toes created a wonderfully different yet equally intoxicating sensation compared to the tightness inside her body. Luo Jiajun leaned comfortably against the bathtub wall, letting out a long, satisfied sigh, watching the water ripple gently with the movements of Rinko's feet.

Enjoying Rinko's unique and gentle service, Luo Jiajun had a sudden thought and quietly brought up the game interface that only he could see.

Then, in the [Team] section, I opened Rinko Akiyama's character card.

【Akiyama Rinko】

Favorability: 93

Current state: Satisfied, Attached, Shy

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Seeing that Rinko's favorability rating had reached "93", Luo Jiajun felt a surge of warmth and satisfaction in his heart.

A girl like Rinko is gentle yet firm, with a pure heart. Once she's made up her mind, the increase in her affection for her is a natural progression, which is reassuring.

After closing Rinko's character card, Luo Jiajun habitually opened the [Map] again.

However, just as Luo Jiajun's gaze casually swept across the game map, his pupils suddenly contracted!

On the map, north of Jinjiang Bridge, within Qixian County, just a few kilometers from their current location, two unusually glaring icons suddenly appeared in a previously peaceful area—scarlet skulls symbolizing [high-value targets]!

"Two bosses?" Luo Jiajun's heart skipped a beat. This meant that just a few thousand meters to the north, there was likely a portal, and two powerful boss-level beings had just passed through it and arrived on Earth!

Destroying the portal to advance the mission, testing the power of the new weapon "Redemption," and more importantly, killing high-value targets to obtain generous rewards... Several thoughts flashed through Luo Jiajun's mind in an instant.

Opportunity! Danger and opportunity coexist!

A strong sense of urgency and excitement instantly overwhelmed the romantic atmosphere in the bathtub. Luo Jiajun abruptly sat up straight in the water.

"Rinko!" His voice was deep, with an undeniable urgency. "I suddenly have something urgent to attend to. Shall we get it done quickly?"

Before Rinko could fully react, Luo Jiajun had already quickly adjusted his position. He cupped Rinko's still somewhat bewildered cheeks and the back of her head with both hands, straightened his waist, and brought his "stabilizing force," which had just been enjoying the gentle caresses of her jade feet and was still full of fighting spirit, to Rinko's moist lips without saying a word.

"Ugh..." Rinko only had time to let out a muffled whimper before the thick, hot tip forcefully pried open her teeth and thrust directly into the depths of her wet mouth.

Luo Jiajun slightly exerted force in his waist and hips, beginning a rapid, tentative thrusting motion. His mind was already focused on his target to the north, and his movements were impatient and rhythmic.

Rinko was forced to endure the sudden penetration, her throat instinctively contracting and swallowing. Her breathing became heavy and disordered. Luo Jiajun held her head firmly with both hands, controlling the depth and speed of the penetration, feeling the soft embrace of the inner walls of her mouth and the unconscious entanglement of her tongue, but at this moment it felt more like a quick release.

"Ugh... Ugh... Cough cough!" Just after Luo Jiajun's short and powerful thrusts, Rinko suddenly let out a very strange choking sound, as if the excessively deep and fast-paced impact had caused something to rush into the depths of her nasal cavity. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

Luo Jiajun then withdrew.

"Pfft..." Rinko leaned forward violently, bracing herself with her hands on the edge of the bathtub, and coughed violently.

As she coughed, some milky white, viscous liquid, mixed with saliva and a little water, spilled out awkwardly from her slightly parted red lips and delicate nose, dripping down her chin and spreading ripples on the surface of the bathtub water.

At this moment, the demon ninja's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were filled with tears from coughing, making her look both disheveled and pitiful.

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Several kilometers north of Jinjiang Bridge, within Qixian County, on a highway shrouded in thick fog.

Time flowed slowly in the deathly silence, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. The thick fog surged silently and continuously, swallowing the figures of the four women and Mai Shiranui's question, which was filled with confusion and unease, into the boundless deathly grayness.

However, this deathly silence did not last long.

At a certain moment, Zyra suddenly opened her eyes! The delicate vines wrapped around her wrists instantly tightened! Archina also abruptly opened her scarlet eyes, her icy gaze piercing like a tangible object into a certain direction deep within the fog. Mai Shiranui and Zhou Meiling reacted immediately afterward, assuming a defensive posture.

There is movement!

The four women were facing the same direction.

They heard heavy, rhythmic footsteps, accompanied by the scraping and clanging of metal, approaching from afar, piercing through the thick fog, clearly coming from the direction they were wary of! The footsteps they heard were quite dense, clearly more than one, and rapidly closing in!

The four of them tensed up instantly. They quickly adjusted their positions, forming a simple defensive formation, with Archina's tall figure standing at the front; Zyra's body shimmered with green light, and several tough vines quietly sprouted from the ground; Mai Shiranui had somehow pulled out a folding fan; and Zhou Meiling gripped her Frost Impact Gun tightly.

The thick fog churned and twisted violently, as if stirred by an invisible force.

One, two, ten!

Numerous shadowy, extremely tall and imposing figures rapidly appeared, magnified, and approached in the fog!

They were clad in heavy, dark metallic armor that covered their entire bodies, with large rivets connecting their joints. Each step they took produced a dull clatter, as if pounding on one's heart. Their helmets covered their entire heads, revealing only two points of scarlet, bloodthirsty light. They were generally over two and a half meters tall, like cold, steel fortresses.

This is a group of heavily armored orc warriors armed to the teeth!

Leading the way, piercing the mist like a sharp blade, was an exceptionally tall figure. He was half a head taller than the surrounding orc warriors, his armor thicker and more menacing, the shoulder guards resembling grotesque beast heads. In his hand, he held a gigantic weapon of extremely fierce design: a two-handed crescent-bladed greatsword over two meters long, its blade gleaming with a cold light!

The group, like heavily armored tin cans emerging from a hellish furnace, abruptly stopped about ten meters from Achina and her group. The heavy clanging of their armor ceased abruptly, bringing with it a heavy sense of oppression.

silence.

Only the thick fog flowed silently.

The lead orc, wielding a giant moon-blade axe, slowly rotated his massive, horn-shaped helmet.

Those two crimson eyes, like searchlights, coldly swept over the four women blocking the way. When the orc realized that the four women were not his own kind, but humans, a violent, chilling, and seemingly primal hatred erupted from those two crimson eyes!

"...Huh? A human?"

A deep, hoarse voice, with a metallic, scraping quality, came from beneath the helmet. The voice was filled with undisguised contempt, disgust, and… a boiling, visceral killing intent, as if it held a deep-seated, irrepressible hatred for the entire human race.

In an instant, a chilling murderous intent froze on the fog-shrouded highway!

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The incident happened suddenly, and Luo Jiajun was worried that if he arrived too late, the northern portal would shrink back into a spatial rift, or the two bosses that had suddenly appeared would move to some other, more distant place.

Therefore, speed is of the essence. After feeding Rinko a large mouthful of milky white essence, Luo Jiajun hurriedly left the bathroom and changed his clothes.

Before long, everyone in the group gathered in the living room on the first floor at Luo Jiajun's call. Luo Jiajun didn't explain the specifics, only saying that he had to go out for a while and would return as soon as possible, and specifically called out Akiyama Rinko, Rosemon, and Dreyer.

The others who weren't chosen immediately started asking questions. "You, Lin Youyong, want Lin Kong? What about Lin Zaizai...?"

Leda: "Master, it's dangerous outside. Why don't we all move together?"

Mizushiro Yukikaze: "Hmph, arrogant guy, doesn't he know how to let Rinko-neechan get some rest!"

Bayonetta: "Oh dear~ Is someone trying to hide from us and play some weird games outside?"

2b and Anne-Loz also expressed their opinions, and Ye Yibu leaned close to Luo Jiajun's leg and gently nibbled on Luo Jiajun's sleeve, wanting Luo Jiajun to wear it.

Luo Jiajun frowned, immediately adopting the imposing manner befitting a leader, and addressed the women in an unquestionable tone: "This is the only route Achina and the others must take to return to Kuncheng from the south. Someone needs to stay here. Besides, didn't I say I'd be back soon? Or are you really so afraid that you think those monsters in the mist outside can easily threaten me?"

After speaking, Luo Jiajun's gaze swept across the faces of the women in the room, and they all fell silent. After all, Luo Jiajun's strength was undeniable; he was basically the one carrying the team in every "Peak Match."