Heroic Death System (Bl)

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In his sleep, Shang Ke seemed to feel a pair of big hands run up and down his body. Waves of heat inundated his senses, as a hard object fiercely penetrated and pounded into his lower body. A hot and familiar sensation tightly twisted inside him. Shang Ke wanted to open his eyes, but his lids seemed to be glued shut, stuck in an endless darkness and constant pleasure as he was.

Why did it feel so real when he was clearly dreaming? Shang Ke gasped and his elven body became more and more sensitive as he was claimed repeatedly. Each time the man thrust deep inside, he couldn't help but tremble. When his body was picked up and given a violent impact from below for the last time, Shang Ke startled awake with a low noise.

He looked around in a daze and saw himself lying on the bed. His exposed skin was pale pink, and his sleeping clothes were messy and wet. The air was filled with leftover elements that had not yet dispersed, like the residual aura left behind by the casting of some kind of magic.

Shang Ke's face took on a strange expression. Was that wet dream just now artificially made? There was a kind of magic called "dream lock" which could pull a target into someone's dream, and what occurred inside would feel like reality. However, this kind of magic only applied to people who were unguarded, or those who had a connection with each other.

Shang Ke cursed. Even if that man was having a spring dream, he didn't have to drag him in...

Meanwhile, Ivan sat stupidly under a tree, still carrying the lingering charm of last night's "spring dream" on his fiery body. The scene in the dream felt too real to wake up from. He remembered how he intruded into Shang Ke's body and pushed into his hot, tight depths again and again, forcing him to make soft croons. Slender legs had wrapped around his waist and bore his incessant demands, while his milky-white skin was covered in traces left by him...

"Ivan." For a while, the elf's gentle voice mixed with the one in Ivan's daydream, until he was called a second time.

"Ivan, are you alright?" Shang Ke looked at his face carefully and felt that he didn't seem to realize that he'd used the "dream lock" on him. If he did, he wouldn't have such a shaken look on his face. If one had strong thoughts, the dream lock could be activated unintentionally, and even the caster may think it to be an ordinary dream.

Ivan raised his head. A few steps away, Shang Ke gazed at him with his head tilted sideways. His long hair was gently pulled up, and his graceful posture was sparkling under the morning light. He recalled how those two long legs wrapped in boots and trousers had just been around his waist in the dream, allowing him to take whatever he wanted... Ivan's lower abdomen went taut, and under Shang Ke's gaze, he folded his legs unnaturally.

"I'm going to collect seeds in the forest. Are you coming?" Shang Ke asked.

Ivan wrapped himself in a cloak and got up to walk beside him.

A group of elves suddenly sprung out from every corner, joyfully slipping into the forest. In the blink of an eye, they all disappeared.

Ivan followed Shang Ke slowly through the woods, and his heated gaze lingered on him from time to time.

Unknowingly, they walked into a sea of flowers and on a flower branch less than half a person's height, gorgeous rain velvet flowers swayed enchantingly in the breeze.

Shang Ke liked this kind of flower very much, but it grew too fast to be suitable to transplant to his own flower field. However, there was a plant called "Heptad Red", that was occasionally found on the runners of this flower. It had a very good beauty effect and was one of the materials for refining some special magic articles.

Shang Ke squatted down and searched carefully for the roots of the rain velvet. His loose collar slipped down with his movements, revealing a white neck. On his skin, there were several traces of blue and purple bruises.