The muffled sounds of Monik’s urgent gasps echoed from within the stone chamber, her body relentlessly rising and falling against Liang Xiaoke’s. Liang Xiaoke had initially resisted, but as the medicine took hold and wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, an unknown surge of strength erupted, allowing him to shatter the shackles he couldn't break moments before, pinning Monik beneath him...
Whether zombie or man, in certain moments, when a primal desire swells to its zenith, true, formidable power can be unleashed.
A strange, subtle energy flooded into Liang Xiaoke’s core, but lost in the throes of ecstasy, he paid it no mind, driving forward with reckless abandon...
Having consumed perhaps hundreds of pounds of pure Yang Flower—a fact known only to the most dedicated—Liang Xiaoke was truly feral. His speed accelerated rapidly, approaching the vibration rate of an engine. Monik, belonging to the Heavenly Wolf Clan, possessed an extraordinarily resilient physical body, yet her cries transformed from soft moans to unrestrained howls, and then, finally, to sharp screams of agony...
The frantic Liang Xiaoke’s eyes were bloodshot, and he could almost see sparks igniting below him—flames born of friction! For an act of intimacy to generate actual sparks suggested a coupling so unique it might be unprecedented, if not utterly unmatched in history.
Finally, just as Monik neared total collapse, Liang Xiaoke’s body convulsed violently, and he slumped forward, collapsing heavily onto her chest, drawing ragged, gasping breaths.
Such violent exertion had drained nearly all his strength, demanding more stamina than even his battles with Monik. Yet, in this particular contest, Liang Xiaoke had clearly claimed absolute victory; Monik lay beneath him, utterly still, unmoving—if not for the slight rise and fall of her chest, one might have mistaken her for deceased.
The demonic markings that had adorned her face had vanished, leaving behind a visage that was already beautiful, now rendered breathtakingly exquisite.
As she slowly regained her composure and strength, her breathing gradually normalized. It was undeniable that the physical constitution of the Heavenly Wolf Clan had achieved a level of robustness that defied belief.
“You absolute brute…” Monik murmured petulantly, preparing to launch a punch at Liang Xiaoke, only to stop abruptly, noticing that the demonic markings, which had just been on her face, had now appeared on his. She paused, stunned.
“Are… are you alright?” Monik knew the method to break the curse but had no comprehension of the severe repercussions it might inflict upon the one who lifted it for her.
Liang Xiaoke, utterly spent, heard her inquiry and slowly, painfully, rolled off her body. Meeting her gaze, which held a flicker of genuine concern, he immediately rolled his eyes heavenward: “Don’t tell me you were unaware of the aftereffects of breaking that curse?”
“I truly didn’t know there would be any side effects, much less that it would transfer into you…” Monik’s face crumpled with wounded innocence.
“…” Liang Xiaoke was momentarily speechless, but seeing the clear honesty in Monik’s eyes, he knew she was likely telling the truth.
“How… how are you feeling now?” Seeing the demonic symbols overlaid on Liang Xiaoke’s skin, Monik asked again. Regardless of everything, he was now her man, and she felt compelled to protect him.
“This curse has tormented you for years, what do you think?” Liang Xiaoke responded with another dramatic eye-roll.
“I… I…”
“You what? I made such a tremendous sacrifice for you. How will you repay me?”
“How do you wish me to repay you?” Monik inquired.
“From this moment forward, you are my woman. You will listen to everything I say. Do you understand me?” Liang Xiaoke commanded loudly.
Monik intended to retort, but seeing the unsettling patterns of the markings on Liang Xiaoke’s face, she found herself unable to speak the objection. Instead, she nodded with surprising gentleness.
Monik’s instant, unwavering nod momentarily surprised Liang Xiaoke. Was this woman truly demonic or human? Why did she seem so inherently kind?
“Then can you tell me how you are doing? This curse was cast by my elder sister…” Monik finally couldn't resist asking.
“You know how potent this curse is, right? Alas, such a curse is arguably the finest of its kind under heaven. Your sister is truly formidable to have devised such sorcery. Once afflicted, it transfers eternally. If you pass it to me, I can only pass it to another, and with each transfer, its power intensifies. Eventually, everyone who has ever borne the curse will be annihilated by its sheer force. What terrifying magic…” Liang Xiaoke’s expression grew solemn.
“Ah… then you…” Monik’s face registered shock. According to Liang Xiaoke, this meant he could never touch another woman again, as the curse would simply keep propagating?
“Heh heh, this curse is potent, true, but it harbors a fatal flaw: it only works on living beings. I am a zombie, long dead and decayed. When the curse’s energy reached me, it naturally dissipated. I even used the power of the Nine Nether Qi to dissolve the curse’s residual essence into my own strength, hahahaha!” Liang Xiaoke suddenly burst into loud laughter, realizing this only after personally experiencing the curse’s touch.
Hearing that Liang Xiaoke was ultimately unharmed, Monik finally let out a breath of relief, but her relief quickly curdled into furious rage...
“You bastard, you nearly killed me just now!” she exclaimed, clenching her fists and slamming them against Liang Xiaoke’s chest...
“Hehe, you can’t blame me for that; who told you to feed me so many kilograms of **? Ouch, it seems to be stirring again...” Liang Xiaoke smoothly caught her arm, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
“You fiend, I can’t take any more!” Monik struggled to sit up, and Liang Xiaoke wasn't truly intending to resume, especially since the area between her legs remained inflamed and crimson. Because of this, Monik managed to leap off the bed, moving to flee toward the side, only to be halted by a massive, booming sound... The two looked at each other, a shared spark of confusion flashing in their eyes...