Chapter 412: Another Choice

Beneath the completely shattered tower, five dreadful forces were still tearing into one another.

Each of those powers alone was enough to bring about an unspeakable calamity. Yet now, they clashed and devoured each other within the vessel of a single human body—using it as both medium and battlefield. Colors intertwined and bled into one another, staining the heavens, painting a vision that looked like the very end of the world.

But perhaps the struggle had grown too fierce for any of them to notice anything else. Because of that, Liya—the harmless little lamb—found herself in a relatively safe position.

Even so, though she was weak, Liya knew she had to do something. She couldn’t just sit by and let Muen’s consciousness be swallowed and erased by those powers.

Liya bent down, her delicate, fragrant tongue tracing slow circles across Muen’s chest.

His muscle lines were perfect but not overly bulky—each one shaped as though divided by the hand of a goddess, every curve filled with the explosive power of a leopard.

This was a body forged through countless trials.

Liya could feel, with painful clarity, the strength contained in the body she held in her arms—and even more than that, she could feel the magnetic pull that this nearly perfect male form exerted on the opposite sex.

At least on her, it was very strong.

She almost wished she could stay in his arms forever—held tight, pressed close... with all her strength.

However, although she had seen his bare upper body before, this was the first time she had come into such close, personal contact.

As for just now... just now she had been far too shy to look carefully.

But now, she truly had the time and the chance.

Imitating the way Muen had done earlier, after her tongue traced over a few sensitive spots, Liya extended her slender hand and gently moved it up and down over that burning heat.

The searing temperature and the solid, powerful thickness in her palm still made her heartbeat quicken.

Before long, feeling that the thing had risen even higher—now hard as steel—Liya shifted, swung her leg over, and straddled Muen’s body.

Her skin, white and smooth as polished jade, contrasted perfectly with Muen’s faintly bronzed tone beneath her.

Liya didn’t rush to go any further. Instead, she moved her hips, pressing their most secret parts together and rubbing gently.

It was a movement that, for a man, was no different from an aphrodisiac—especially coming from Liya, whose pure, lovely face still carried the shy innocence of a young girl untouched by maturity.

The sensation was enough to drive any man mad. If Muen were awake right now, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist—he would already have drawn his weapon and carried out justice on the spot.

But for a woman, this act was indeed deeply shameful.

"I... I’m not that kind of lewd, wicked woman."

Blushing deeply, Liya looked down at the lover beneath her and murmured as if to console herself:

"But... in that book I read, it said this could... {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} um... stimulate it better..."

From Liya’s rosy lips slipped a soft, sweet sound.

A certain heat—and wetness—began to flow gently from another place.

Her gaze gradually turned hazy, as if confirming what the book had claimed—her movements there grew smoother, even producing soft, wet puchi puchi sounds.

So she hesitated no longer. Her gentle hands slid downward as she lifted herself slightly, then... with a subtle thrust of her slender waist—

she took him in completely.

"Mm~"

Her swan-like neck arched high, carrying a trace of pain yet far more pleasure—her sweet, rising voice lifted into the air like a bird taking joyful flight.

Liya began to move, her motions growing gradually more fluid and practiced.

After a while, she leaned down again.

Her full, slender thighs wrapped around the man’s waist. Pressed against his broad chest, they flattened slightly—and perhaps because of his towering frame, her pale flesh seemed to spill softly from the sides.

Clumsily, she pried open Muen’s lips and teeth, sharing her breath and moisture with him.

As she soared once more toward the clouds, she offered up all the sacred essence from above and below.

"Muen... you have to come back."

She whispered the words thickly, her voice trembling with devotion toward her beloved.

......

......

"So dark."

Standing in a space of total blackness, Muen let out a heavy sigh.

He vaguely remembered that just a short while ago, he had been doing something incredibly pleasant—but by the time he came to his senses, he was already surrounded by a darkness so thick he couldn’t even see his own hand.

"So... where the hell am I?"

Muen scratched his head in frustration.

The darkness was too deep to gather any useful information.

Staring into it wasn’t getting him anywhere, so he pinched his thigh.

"Tss... hurts. Guess this isn’t a dream, then."

More exasperated than before, Muen unconsciously raised one hand.

Then he froze, confused at himself—why had he even raised his hand for no reason? Did he think he could shoot light from it or something? He wasn’t Ultraman.

"Looks like I’ve got no choice but to walk forward and see."

So Muen started walking.

In the darkness, nothing stood in his way, and he was able to move forward without obstruction.

He didn’t know how long he walked—long enough for his sense of time to go numb. When he’d almost come to accept that darkness was the only color of this world, a soft glow suddenly split through it like waves parting.

The light was gentle yet brilliant. Even standing within the pitch-black void, his eyes didn’t feel the least bit strained. Rising on his toes, he saw that it was a small sunlit path.

The road was smooth, bathed in warm sunlight, with flowers blooming on both sides and the air filled with birdsong and fragrance.

At the end lay a cozy courtyard—grapevines covering wooden trellises, a chair gently rocking, and from time to time, happy laughter echoing through the air, tugging at his heart.

After walking through darkness for so long, this road was so captivating that he could almost hear a voice deep within his heart urging him to go forward.

Then, under the same light, he noticed—there was another road within the darkness.

Pitch-black, terrifying, rugged, lashed by cold, howling winds.

That path had no visible end, winding endlessly into the depths of shadow—into the unknown.

"So... I’m supposed to choose?"

Muen rubbed his chin, thinking.

He looked carefully at both paths, then muttered:

"What a cliché setup. Do I even need to think about it?"

A bright, flower-filled road suddenly appearing in the middle of darkness—this was like a forty-year-old man seeing a young beauty in lingerie waving him over to the bed. It was naked temptation, plain and simple.

Even a three-year-old would know something’s wrong!

In a situation like this, it’s either a honey trap, or a setup to make you take responsibility for someone’s mess. Worse yet, maybe it’s a deliberate snare—someone craving his sexy body and strong kidneys, planning to do unspeakable things to him until he’s completely ruined... anyway, definitely a trap!

"Then I’ll take this one!"

Muen gritted his teeth, tearing his longing gaze away from the sunlit path, and prepared to step onto the dark one.

"Sigh."

Just then, a soft sigh drifted to his ears, followed by an ethereal voice.

Startled, Muen turned around and saw not far away a vague silhouette.

Its gender was indistinguishable, like a cloud of mist barely shaped into human form.

But he could feel the unmistakable sensation of a pair of real eyes fixed on him.

The shadow looked at him and asked softly,

"Do you truly wish to take that path? To abandon what you’ve been pursuing and walk into the unknown dark road? On that path, it will be very difficult for you to find the happiness you desire."