Liora did not answer Max’s question right away. She only lowered her head further, her shoulders starting to tremble softly. A few seconds later, a small sob escaped her lips, broken and uneven, as if she had been holding something in for far too long.Aurora reacted immediately. She knelt down on the grass and gently took Liora’s hands in hers. “Hey… why are you crying? Try to calm down first,” she whispered warmly, her voice full of motherly concern even though they had just met.“You can talk to us. Did something bad happen to you again? We are here. We will not leave you alone,” Aurora continued.Max stayed silent beside them, watching. He was already used to seeing Aurora like this. His wife truly had a heart that was too soft for this world. They had only just met, yet Aurora was already treating Liora like a younger sister who needed protection.Max was not surprised. That was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with Aurora. Her kindness was sincere, though it often made h

Liora did not answer Max's question. She only gave a thin smile, her black eyes shining with unnatural confidence. With a slow and deliberate movement, she placed the tea tray on the corner of Max's desk. Then, without any hesitation, she stepped forward and sat right on Max's lap.Her body was light, but there was something wrong with the warmth coming from her skin. It was too cold, too controlled.Max stiffened immediately. "What do you mean by this?" he asked.Liora did not answer with words. Instead, she wrapped both arms around Max's neck. Her fingers gently touched the back of his neck, as if she had done this thousands of times before. Her face moved closer, and her breath brushed his cheek."My pussy has been so dry, Sir," she whispered. Her voice was low and pretended to be shy, but her eyes looked hungry. "It has been a long time since I was fucked. From the first day I saw you... I knew. You are too handsome. Too strong. I want to feel your body inside me."Her fingers cra

Aurora kept walking without looking back. Her steps were fast but unsteady, as if every breath was a struggle. Her tears finally broke free on the silent path, her shoulders shaking hard while the suitcase in her hand dragged behind her, its wheels scraping roughly against the asphalt. The night air felt cold and cruel, pressing against her chest that was tight with the pain of betrayal. Behind her, Liora followed with small, hesitant steps, keeping her distance as if she did not want to disturb her, yet close enough to appear loyal. Her face was still pale, and her wet eyes continued to glisten under the streetlights. “Madam Aurora…” Liora called softly when they finally reached the main road. Her voice was gentle and careful, like touching an open wound. “Do not cry like this. This is not your fault.” Aurora stopped. She lowered her head, her breath uneven, tears falling without control. “I am sorry,” she said between sobs, her voice almost breaking. “I am truly sorry, Liora. I d

Max stood on the side of that quiet road, his chest rising and falling slowly as his mind worked at full speed. The portal had already closed, but the trace of its energy had not fully faded. The air around him still trembled faintly.He knew very well this was not an ordinary portal. It was a demon portal, the kind created not only to move from one place to another, but to deceive perception, twist direction, and trick anyone who tried to enter without permission.Even though Max’s power had reached a level that the martial world called infinity, he did not act recklessly. He understood one thing that set demons apart from every enemy he had faced before. They were not fighters who relied on pure strength.Instead, demons were master manipulators, liars who turned truth itself into their deadliest weapon. A portal like this could not be broken by force alone. The smallest mistake could trap him in endless illusions, or worse, make him lose his way and never return.Max closed his eye

Varak fell silent for a moment after his own words lingered in the air. His smile was still there, but behind that calm expression stirred a wave of impatience that nearly broke through his control. He had waited too long. Watched from afar for far too long. Aurora standing before him was not a coincidence, but the answer to an ancient urge he had kept tightly restrained.There was something about Aurora that called to his instincts in a dangerous way. The warmth in her voice, the vulnerability behind her gaze, even the hesitation she had shown moments ago all merged into a single desire that almost made him slip through his own words. Varak realized it. He had almost said too much. Almost allowed his deepest intent to become clear.Before Aurora could think any further, Liora stepped forward quickly. Her voice was gentle yet alert, as if she were used to closing the gaps Varak left behind.“What Varak means is not like that,” she said with a small smile, then turned to Aurora with an