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His hands roamed over her shapely, firm breasts, groping and massaging them with fervent desire. He buried his face between her breasts, his hands deliberately squeezing them from both sides to envelop his face in their softness. Relishing their supple curves, he inhaled their intoxicating fragrance, losing himself in the moment.
As the man explored Litsi's nipples with his tongue, she crawled onto the bed with an alluring grace. Her hips swayed provocatively, presenting her curves in full view. She lowered herself onto all fours, her head down and her rounded backside enticingly elevated. The man knelt behind her, burying his face between her supple buttcheeks, smothering her with passionate kisses that rained across her most delicate part, his tongue exploring her ravenously.


The world we know is merely one thread in the vast tapestry of the multiverse’s enigma…

It all began with the arrival of a mysterious entity that shattered the tranquility of Chelyabinsk. As chaos unfolded, military efforts only worsened the escalating nightmare. Despite the relentless attempts of the Earth Peace Conservation Union (EPCU)—a clandestine force dedicated to shielding our world from interdimensional threats—the entity eluded capture. Its reign of terror swiftly spread across Europe, marking only the beginning of a far more insidious disaster. The first domino has fallen, setting off a chain reaction that threatens to tear apart the very fabric of our world's existence.

Her name is Lara, and she is the epitome of beauty and luck. Whether as Miss Morris or Mrs. Avila, no matter her identity, she belongs to the noblest class. Mr. Avila is cold, sophisticated, and decisive in the business world, but he is at a loss when it comes to her. He can't have her, hate her, or let her go. In this battle called love, Lara is undefeated. Everyone says she has good luck, but in reality, she is just extremely fortunate to be the one who captured Mr. Avila's heart. Love is like wine, and clearly, Avila is indulging himself in the intoxicating wine named Lara.

My fiancée and best friend, whom I risked my life to protect, sold me to the brutal "Blood Blade Gang . "
They laughed as they watched me being kicked into a pool of radioactive waste like a dog, waiting for me to turn into a pile of bones.
But they didn't know that the deadly radiation not only failed to melt me, but also forcibly ruptured my genetic lock, awakening the [Nuclear Fury].
I rode back to the old camp in her heavily armored vehicle.
Those two scoundrels were still arrogantly bullying me: "I have the Blood Blade Gang backing me! The big shots are coming soon, you're dead!"
I sneered and slapped them away.
Idiots, look back! Your so-called powerful backer is kneeling in the vehicle, lighting my cigarette.