The apocalypse is coming, but thankfully I have a harem of paper dolls.

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Luo Jiajun leaned against the rough tree trunk, his head slightly tilted back, a low and suppressed breath coming from his throat. His hands seemed to hang casually at his sides, but the taut muscle lines and the completely relaxed, submissive posture showed that he was immersed in the ultimate enjoyment of conquest offered by the "loser".

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Is this... is this really the Uehara teacher she knows?

That powerful, proud, and aloof "Electric Shining Demon Ninja"?

Yazu Murasaki felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over her, her cheeks instantly burning hot, and her heart pounding wildly in her chest, almost leaping out of her throat!

However, this shocking scene is far from over.

After a series of intense, blush-inducing swallowing and electric shocks, Uehara Rin seemed to finally be "satisfied".

Slowly, with a languid and alluring posture, she released Luo Jiajun's erection, letting the massive object, covered in her glistening saliva, bounce and expose itself to the cool air.

Instead of getting up and leaving, she supported herself on Luo Jiajun's strong thighs with both hands and slowly, in an extremely seductive manner, stood up.

Her movements were deliberately slow, as if she were showing off her graceful figure. After straightening up, her dreamy, watery phoenix eyes, with an almost provocative allure, gazed deeply into Luo Jiajun's eyes.

Then, under the incredulous gaze of Yazuzaki, Uehara Rin actually took the initiative to reach out a hand and once again grasped Luo Jiajun's burning erection, guiding it towards her own already muddy and slightly open secret entrance!

Then, she slightly tiptoed, lowered her waist, and with an extremely proactive and even queen-like sense of control, slowly and firmly brought that amazing erection into the depths of her own body, inch by inch!

"Yeah~~~"

A long, drawn-out moan, a mixture of satisfaction, pain, and ultimate pleasure, escaped uncontrollably from Uehara Rin's throat. She wrapped her arms tightly around Luo Jiajun's neck, her body coiling around him like vines, and began to move in an active and wild rhythm!

Compared to Luo Jiajun, who was leaning against the tree trunk and passively receiving this proactive "service," Uehara Rin at this moment looked so... proactive, so... hungry! It was as if she was the one in control of this affair, greedily seizing her spoils!

Yazu Murasaki, who was secretly observing, was frozen in place, unable to move, as if she had been struck by a spell.

A tremendous shock, an indescribable shame, and a bittersweet feeling that she herself had never anticipated overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

Her legs instinctively tightened, and an unfamiliar, intense heat surged uncontrollably from deep within her body, instantly soaking the fabric between her legs and bringing a wet, sticky sensation. Her cheeks burned intensely, and her breathing became rapid.

An absurd and shameful thought, like the whisper of the devil, grew and echoed uncontrollably in her chaotic mind:

This...this was supposed to be something she and that guy were supposed to do!!!

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With their extraordinary senses, Luo Jiajun and Uehara Rin had already sensed Yazu Murasaki's presence the moment she stepped into the edge of the forest, her mind racing and her breathing becoming disordered.

However, at that time, Luo Jiajun was aroused by Uehara Rin's bold and skillful provocation, and was completely immersed in the ultimate enjoyment of conquest offered by the "loser", so he had no time to think about anything else.

Since Yazumi had witnessed Uehara Rin's most shameful moment—her kneeling before Luo Jiajun and serving him with her lips and tongue—her remaining sense of shame was replaced by a reckless and indulgent attitude.

Since we've already been seen, let's go all the way and do it thoroughly!

She even deliberately made the sticky water sounds and suppressed moans clearer, as if announcing something to the voyeurs in the shadows.

However, to their surprise, Yukari's reaction was completely unexpected. She neither turned away in shame and anger at witnessing this shocking scene, nor could she impulsively rush out to question or accuse them.

She simply...remained quietly and stubbornly in place, hiding behind the bushes.

As Luo Jiajun passively endured the powerful and skillful undulating movements of Uehara Rin in his standing posture, his sharp peripheral vision occasionally caught a subtle, unusual movement when his gaze swept over the bushes: the branches and leaves of the bushes were trembling very slightly and rhythmically. Combined with the barely perceptible, barely suppressed yet still leaking, nasal breathing…

A thought flashed through Luo Jiajun's mind in an instant:

That silly purple...could it be...hiding on the side...consoling herself?

The idea was somewhat absurd, yet it inexplicably fit the bizarre situation before them.

'Could it be that she has this hidden fetish? Does she enjoy being the victim and watching the whole thing?' Luo Jiajun muttered to himself as he felt the intoxicating sensation of Uehara Rin's tight, winding, and entwined inner flesh.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the intense collision of desires.

This exhilarating battle finally came to a close as both players reached their peak almost simultaneously, leaving them trembling with excitement.

With Luo Jiajun and Uehara Rin's extraordinary physical strength, a battle that could last from day to night, or even longer, would be no problem. However, the current environment was not private enough, and there was also Yazumi standing nearby. If they continued, there was no guarantee that more people who accidentally stumbled in wouldn't see them, and then the situation would truly be difficult to manage.

Most importantly, Yukari Yazu never left. Both Luo Jiajun and Uehara Rin were fully aware of this. Although they didn't exchange a single word during their intense interaction, a strange understanding had formed—neither of them wanted to leave Yukari Yazu awkwardly standing on the sidelines like an outsider.

However, Uehara Rin hadn't figured out how to face Yatsu Murasaki for the time being.

Her previous decision to go all out against Luo Jiajun was impulsive, influenced by the power of the [Anti-Demon Ninja Muzan], and also partly due to Luo Jiajun's undeniable strength in defeating her. But now, with her anger subsided and a sense of satisfaction, she has calmed down. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

'I can't meet with Xiao Zi right now! That jerk has to be held responsible!'

With this in mind, Uehara Rin simply gave Luo Jiajun a look, not caring how he interpreted it. Then, she pretended not to notice Yazu Murasaki and hurriedly left, saying she had a class to attend later.

Luo Jiajun watched Uehara Rin's figure disappear, shook his head helplessly, then quickly straightened his clothes and turned to walk towards the big tree where Yazu Murasaki was hiding. His footsteps rustled clearly on the fallen leaves, each step seeming to strike a chord in Yazu Murasaki's taut heartstrings.

Behind the tree, Yazu Murasaki leaned against the rough trunk, her legs tightly pressed together in a pigeon-toed stance, her body trembling slightly. Her usually spirited face was now flushed with a shy blush, like a ripe apple, spreading all the way to her ears and neck.

Her breathing was still rapid and disordered from the aftermath, her eyes lowered in a panic, afraid to look in the direction from which the footsteps came. On the ground at her feet, a small, dark, irregular patch of water silently told the story of the torment she had just endured alone.

A moment later, Luo Jiajun's footsteps stopped as he approached. Yazu Zi's body instantly stiffened like a stone, and she even subconsciously held her breath.

Luo Jiajun's figure loomed over her.

As Luo Jiajun leaned down slightly, his face, brimming with a playful smile, came very close, almost touching her nose. Luo Jiajun's gaze first swept over her flushed cheeks, then landed meaningfully on the wet patch at her feet, and the curve of his lips deepened.

"I see……"

Luo Jiajun's voice, tinged with a mischievous chuckle, broke the suffocating silence. "Looks like, rather than watching those virtual things through a screen, our Xiao Zi... prefers the immersive experience of a live broadcast? Hmm?"

This blunt, almost humiliating teasing struck like a needle into Yazumi's sensitive nerves. She abruptly raised her head, glaring at Luo Jiajun with a mixture of shame and indignation, her fists clenched so tightly her nails almost dug into her palms.

"You...you bastard! Stop talking nonsense! You're twisting the truth!"

However, her angry rebuke seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Luo Jiajun's powerful aura and that familiar presence.

When Luo Jiajun moved closer and almost pressed himself against her, the little bit of resistance that Yazu Zi had just mustered melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the sun.

The scent emanating from Luo Jiajun, a mixture of sweat, desire, and unique male hormones, was like the most powerful catalyst for her. Their daily intimate encounters had already created a deep memory and dependence within her body.

Being suppressed by Luo Jiajun at such close range, and smelling his scent, an irresistible tingling sensation instantly shot up her spine and spread rapidly to her limbs, making her body, which had just calmed down a little, weak and sore again, almost unable to stand.

"Oh? I'm distorting the truth?"

Luo Jiajun's voice deepened, carrying an undeniable penetrating power. One of his hands had already quietly slipped under Bajin Zi's skirt, his fingertips precisely touching the still damp and sticky core area. The sensation made him let out a knowing chuckle:

"Tsk, look, the evidence is conclusive, it's all wet. It seems that my and Uehara-sensei's 'performance' just now was quite effective. It's become your self-consolation entertainment, Xiao Zi?"

"Ugh~!" When her sensitive spot was touched, Yazu Murasaki's body trembled violently, and a short whimper escaped her throat. She was so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She wanted to argue, to push Luo Jiajun away, but her body betrayed her will, pressing even closer to the burning source.

"Besides..." Luo Jiajun didn't give her a chance to breathe, continuing his logic, his voice carrying an almost cruel clarity, "Xiao Zi, didn't you already know that I was a married man? And what happened? Didn't you still do those things with me every day, enjoying it immensely?"

As he spoke, Luo Jiajun's fingertips lightly brushed against that warm, moist area, eliciting an even more intense shudder from Yazu Zi and a suppressed groan.

His words were like a sharp knife, dissecting the shame and contradictions that Yatsu Murasaki was trying to cover up with anger.

Yes, she knew from the beginning that Luo Jiajun had a wife, yet she still succumbed. This realization left her speechless, and all her explanations seemed so pale and laughable. More subtly, when Luo Jiajun pointed out that she herself was not the "first" and did not have a "monopolistic" stance, the bitterness and latent hostility she felt towards Professor Uehara Rin were instead diluted by an indescribable, distorted sense of "shared suffering."

She truly didn't want to fall out with Professor Uehara Rin; they shared a deep teacher-student bond. Luo Jiajun's words inadvertently gave her a way out, an excuse to avoid facing the more complex emotional conflict.

"Of course, no matter what, it was indeed my oversight to leave Xiao Zi hiding here alone to 'solve the problem.' I'll... make it up to you properly, okay?"

At this moment, while Luo Jiajun was asking questions, his body had already taken action.

The moment the words left his mouth, Luo Jiajun's other hand deftly unbuckled his belt. The erect penis that had previously displayed its power inside Uehara Rin, still burning with heat and intense aura, sprang out again, standing erect in front of Yazu Murasaki's lower abdomen.

A strong scent, a mixture of their bodily fluids and Luo Jiajun's unique aroma, wafted towards Yazu Zi, instantly shattering her last remaining shred of reason.

She felt her brain go blank, all her thinking ability was taken away by this familiar yet deadly scent, and all she could make were meaningless, hot and broken gasps from her throat.

Luo Jiajun, however, showed no intention of waiting for her reply. He lifted one of Bajin Zi's long, strong legs with one hand and wrapped it around his waist, while using his other hand to steady his astonishingly large erection. He then thrust his hips forward with a sudden movement!

"Hmm~!"

"Eeya~~~~!"

"Oh, oh, oh soo soo soo soo..."

With a sudden, sharp cry of pain mixed with extreme pleasure escaping Yazumi's lips, Luo Jiajun had already pinned her firmly to the tree trunk, beginning a new and powerful conquest. The silent forest was once again filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, sticky splashes, and the woman's unrestrained, melodious, and high-pitched moans.

This situation is rather ironic.

When Uehara Rin left in a hurry, he was still thinking that Yazu Murasaki's situation would be a mess that would be difficult to clean up, requiring Luo Jiajun to explain and appease her in a frantic manner, and there might even be a fierce conflict.

She passed the hot potato to Luo Jiajun and chose to temporarily escape. However, Luo Jiajun easily solved the problem that Uehara Rin found extremely difficult with just a little effort.

No matter how shocked, ashamed, bitter, or angry Yazumi had been before, it was obvious that at this moment, Luo Jiajun had used the most primitive and effective method to...seduce her!

Her arms were tightly wrapped around Luo Jiajun's neck, her body swaying and rising with his powerful thrusts. What came out of her mouth was no longer angry rebukes, but utter surrender, broken yet satisfied.

The rough bark rubbed against her back, causing a slight stinging sensation, but also adding to the erotic thrill.

The wind in the forest seemed to carry warmth, caressing their sweaty skin and swirling fallen leaves, yet it couldn't dispel the increasingly pervasive, intense, and scorching atmosphere of ambiguity.

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As Yazumi was seduced by Luo Jiajun in the most direct and primal way, a potential crisis of teacher-student conflict was thus absurdly yet logically resolved.

Based on chronological order and social standing, Uehara Rin was the newcomer. As a teacher, she couldn't possibly stoop to competing with her student for his affections. This subtle barrier of social status ironically became a buffer zone maintaining a semblance of calm. With Luo Jiajun mediating, a strange, tacit balance was established among the three.

Of course, this kind of "harmony" is not a romantic relationship in the traditional sense.

The relationship between Luo Jiajun and them was more like that of lovers.

In his spare time, Luo Jiajun would appear at Yazumi's training room or Uehara Rin's temporary residence at will. There was no fixed "schedule" among the three of them, and everything was done casually.

Both Yukari Yazu and Rin Uehara succumbed to the extraordinary pleasure brought by Luo Jiajun, enjoying the languid satisfaction after their bodies were fully explored and satisfied. They didn't ask for anything more, seemingly accepting this relationship mode that required no commitment and focused solely on the present moment.

This somewhat surreal period of happiness lasted for nearly a month. Until this day, the peace was shattered—Uehara Rin received a new field mission, the destination was far away in Europe, the situation was complicated, and he had to set off the next morning.

On the night before her departure, she took the initiative to meet with Luo Jiajun. No words were needed; their passion ignited instantly. That night, they were locked in a passionate embrace, as if trying to make up for their separation in advance, indulging in unrestrained pleasure throughout the night.

...As morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting hazy shadows on the disheveled bed, a rich, unique scent, the afterglow of passion, filled the air.

Luo Jiajun's strong body remained on top of Uehara Rin's curvaceous form, maintaining the most intimate "planting" position. With one last powerful thrust of his hips, a surge of hot life essence once again flooded into that already filled, warm depths.

"Ugh—!"

Rin Uehara let out a long, satisfied sigh, her arms tightly wrapped around Jiajun Luo's neck, her long, strong legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, as if trying to lock in this last bit of tenderness.

She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes glazed over, her red lips parted slightly, breathing softly, feeling the thrilling fullness within her and the lingering afterglow of being completely possessed.

Luo Jiajun didn't immediately withdraw, but simply remained pressed against her, feeling the warmth of their skin against each other and the resonance of their heartbeats. He lowered his head, his chin gently resting on Uehara Rin's neck, his hot breath spraying onto Uehara Rin's sensitive earlobe, his voice deep and slightly hoarse:

"How long do you expect to be back from this trip?"

Rin Uehara, still panting, answered haltingly:

"Hmm... it's hard to say... the mission location this time is... in the heart of Europe, which is very far... and the situation is also quite complicated... even if everything goes smoothly, at the earliest... at the earliest, it will probably take one or two months."

One or two months is the most optimistic estimate. Unexpected events can occur during the mission, and any setback could extend this timeframe to several months or even longer.

Luo Jiajun propped himself up, his deep gaze fixed on the woman's phoenix eyes, which now held a languid allure. He reached out, his fingertips gently brushing against her sweat-dampened temples, his voice low and earnest: "Soon... I'm afraid I'll have to leave the academy, and I don't know when we'll see each other again."

The Mirror of Dreams will eventually come to an end; Luo Jiajun is giving Uehara Rin a heads-up in advance.

His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in Rin Uehara's heart.

Then, Uehara Rinkan's legs around Luo Jiajun's waist tightened unconsciously.

Silence spread through the room, which was filled with the morning light, with only the sound of their still-unsteady breathing clearly audible.

After several seconds, Uehara Rin chuckled softly, a deliberately lighthearted laugh attempting to break the sudden heaviness in the atmosphere: "Heh, so... you're serious?"

It's as if they're telling Luo Jiajun that, to put it nicely, they call each other lovers, but to put it bluntly, they're just friends with benefits.

Separation is inevitable, so why make the atmosphere like this?

Luo Jiajun merely narrowed his eyes slightly and asked her, "Have you ever been in a relationship before?" (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the question.)

This was the first time Luo Jiajun had asked Uehara Rin such a question, and Uehara Rin couldn't help but laugh, saying to Luo Jiajun:

"Let me tell you something common sense: a woman's hymen can break during strenuous exercise. You don't think I've had other men just because I didn't bleed the first time we had sex, do you?"

Clearly, she was subtly telling Luo Jiajun that he was her first man.

This answer was clearly exactly what Luo Jiajun wanted to confirm. A barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed across his eyes. Then, without warning, his erection, still deeply buried inside Uehara Rin, maintaining its astonishing hardness and heat even after just releasing, thrust violently to its deepest point!

That scorching hot tip, like a battering ram, precisely and forcefully breached the last line of defense of the soft palace gate!

"Ugh, so sweet!!!"

This sudden, intense shock, reaching the deepest part of her soul, caught Uehara Rin completely off guard! She let out a sharp, almost distorted cry! Her body arched violently upwards as if struck by a strong electric current, her neck arched back, revealing her vulnerable Adam's apple, her eyes rolled back in a daze, and her rosy tongue slipped uncontrollably from her slightly parted lips, trembling slightly.

Luo Jiajun leaned down and precisely captured her fragrant tongue in his mouth, sucking and entwining it domineeringly for a long time before slowly releasing it, leaving a trail of ambiguous saliva. Then he pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching, their breaths mingling.