When Lin Luo woke up, he found himself in a terrible state… or perhaps, a blissful one. Arcueid was draped over him, her small frame clinging to his chest like a koala, knees bent. Shiki Ryougi slept on his left, resting her head on his arm, while on his right, Ciel lay embracing his arm, curled up against him. Not only were both her legs entwined around him, but like a small child, she was sucking on his fingers, occasionally giving them a little pull in her sleep.

As for Aozaki Aoko, she wasn't lying on Lin Luo; rather, she was the one being lain upon. At that moment, Lin Luo's head rested nestled between her full breasts. If he shifted his gaze slightly, he could see a expanse of milky white flesh, accompanied by a rich scent that made him feel as if he had been transported to paradise.

But!

Paradise was only the present moment and the immediate past. Looking at the four ravaged bodies around him, smeared with various unidentifiable stains, he knew very well that once they awoke, he might instantly find himself heading to Hell to have intimate chats with King Yama’s wife and daughter.

Lin Luo was perfectly clear about everything that had transpired before. Influenced by that mirror, the only thing he couldn't control was his own body; his consciousness, however, remained lucid. Therefore, during the period when the mirror "controlled" him, every shameful act he performed on the four women beside him—acts worthy of an entire encyclopedia—was still vividly imprinted in his memory.

Recalling those colorful acts of humiliation, even Lin Luo, whose skin was as thick as a city wall, felt a degree of inability to look at himself directly. He could easily imagine the expressions on the faces of these four women when they woke up... the idea of just managing a simple smile was utterly impossible!

Lin Luo instinctively glanced down at Arcueid. She