When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Chapter 316 A Group of Corrupted Monsters Chapter 413: Chapter 316 A Group of Corrupted Monsters On the other side, Prohibition held up a goblet filled with blood wine and sipped on it without changing her expression.

Blood soaked her lips, turning into the most resplendent crimson lipstick.

She sat on the woman’s lap and slightly turned around, with her arms wrapped backward around the woman’s neck.

Then she smiled, brushed aside the hair by her temple, leaned down, and began to transfer the blood wine from her mouth into the other’s.

After spilling all the blood wine, she first leaned back slightly, their lips parting.

Then she gently exhaled in front of the woman’s nose like a kitten, breathing out a scent that stirred the woman’s predatory instincts.

Then she kissed down again, her tongue still laced with the scent of blood, lightly scraping the woman’s palate.

...

It was akin to brushing a lion’s teeth with fresh meat, an incredibly dangerous act.

But because of this, when combined with her innocent face, it seemed exceptionally seductive.

—Prohibition watched the other’s captivated gaze and her lips curved slightly upward.

“Take me with you, my master…” she whispered seductively into the woman’s ear, her breath a mix of alcohol and blood.

In her bewitched, hollow pupils gleamed an adoration, accompanied by a charming dimpled smile.

She certainly knew how to stir a Son of the Moon’s desires.

The Sons of the Moon were the darlings of the Path of Love, naturally attaining Transcendent level on this Path.

Like Giants on the Path of Strength and Gryphons on the Path of Authority, they could progress through the first few stages simply by accumulating enough strength, without needing to complete any advancement ritual.

The Path of Love was one that emphasized savagery, bestiality, and instinct, it was a path dedicated to procreation.

For this reason, Sons of the Moon normally wouldn’t choose Blood Slaves of the same sexual orientation as themselves.

If they liked men, they would choose female Blood Slaves and vice versa—to prevent themselves from falling in love with them.

When a Hunter falls in love with their prey, it means they have a vulnerability, becoming a joke.

However, for the Sons of the Moon on the Path of Love, their fierce and unpredictable emotions were also very easy to confuse.

To prevent themselves from falling in love with their prey—which in turn meant they were very prone to falling in love and could become extremely dangerous, obsessed, extreme, losing all reason—was also a Curse.

The Path of Love was a cursed path, and walking it resolutely meant one would inevitably face the curse.

The strong possessiveness of Sons of the Moon would also prompt them to take risks for their beloved.

Compared with intense emotions, reason could easily be discounted.

From this perspective, Sons of the Moon were a species easily provoked, antagonized, and beguiled into traps.

Hence, it was nearly impossible for a Son of the Moon to possess the adaptability of the Path of Wisdom.

Indeed this was the case.

The surviving Daffodil Duke, known to the Son of the Moon community, was destined to die for love in the future.

—Certainly, male Sons of the Moon usually didn’t like to restrain their desires; they preferred using various methods to fulfill their multiple desires simultaneously.

Because of this, regardless of the Son of the Moon’s gender, young, pure, and nobly-born aristocratic girls were the most favored as Blood Slaves.

Prohibition was privy to such esoteric knowledge because she herself was a Son of the Moon.

As a Son of the Moon of the Fifth Power Level, her rank was far above most present in the room.

She had once been caught in the throes of this curse and thus remembered how to properly invoke them.

Because Sons of the Moon could easily confuse emotional impulses while Lifedraining—if hunger coincided with a plethora of complex emotions like bloodlust, the drive to hunt, conquer, possess, or pity, it was easy for affection to be triggered.

The more overlapping emotions, the easier it was for feelings to be conveyed.

She slightly raised her head and swallowed the now unpleasant blood.

Her lips curled into a gentle smile as she turned back to look at the woman she had beguiled, her smile coy and charming.

She held her head high, extended her crimson tongue, licked her lips, and allowed a thin line of fresh blood to trickle down from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her neck.

It was almost like a hint to “tear along the dotted line.”

The woman finally couldn’t resist her own instincts and swept her up in an embrace, kissing her neck.

Elsewhere.

Lily, who had transformed into a black-haired youth, felt nothing but boredom.

He wore thin pajamas and an unbuttoned robe, revealing strong pectorals and abs, and carefreely feasted in the waiting hall.

Unexpectedly, the food here was pretty good—there was roast beef, chicken, lamb soup, and oysters.

Additionally, there were plenty of fresh fruits and strong liquors, only lacking in some carbohydrates.

Even after he had eaten his fill, nobody picked him.

— What am I doing here?

Lily, with a chain hanging around his neck, squatted beside a pillar, boredly watching as his companions were led away, while he nibbled on a turkey leg and belched.

He heard that on the girls’ side, they could only eat fruit and had to drink a lot of liquor.

Wondering whether the young master would get hungry...

He courteously tossed the bone into the trash can and lifted his glass for a drink.

— This liquor isn’t bad.

Let’s have some more oysters, folks.

And just then, Lily suddenly felt something extra in his shadow.

“Listen up, sir, remain calm.”

A deep, hoarse voice that roared like a lion emanated from within her heart, “I’ve taken you hostage, don’t speak now...”

“— Shadow Demoness!”

Recognizing the familiar voice and feeling the response of the essence of shadows bestowed by the Shepherd’s Nurturing within her, Lily felt a mix of surprise and worry as she responded mentally, “You’re here?

But...

without your protection, what will become of the young master?”

The Shadow Demon paused uncharacteristically at those words.

“...

He said he doesn’t need my protection.”

The Shadow Demon answered coolly, “And how did you get here?”

Hearing this, Lily also paused in the act of eating an oyster.

He looked up and downed the oyster in one gulp.

“How else,” Lily replied lightly and composedly in his mind, “captured by the Sons of the Moon, obviously.”

“...

Hah, a bunch of depraved monsters.”

The tone of the Shadow Demon was complex, filled with hatred.