Chapter 85: The Second Man

“Luo, ah, Luo, ah…”
Keir’s image flashed once again in his mind, accompanied by a smaller version of Wang Luo. The two of them, bare and unguarded, began to wrestle intimately in his imagination.
Wang Luo tried to shift his focus, but it was impossible. The most primal urges inside him drove him forward, the heat within his body relentlessly assaulting his nerves, teasing the limits of his self-control. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.
Suddenly, he was pulled into a slightly cool embrace. Wang Luo nearly moaned aloud, on the brink of losing himself. The gentle, chilly breath against his ear made him want to surrender completely, to melt into those refreshingly cold lips.
“Get off!”
A final sliver of reason allowed Wang Luo to act—he bit hard on his tongue, the pain bringing him back to his senses for a moment, and he let out a low shout.
With what little strength he had left, he tried to push away the embrace that so entranced him, but instead he was held even tighter. A large, slightly cold hand slipped beneath his clothing, the faint friction making Wang Luo’s body tremble involuntarily.
“Mm…”
A muffled, pleasurable moan escaped from him before he could stop it, and Wang Luo was momentarily stunned, his resistance flaring up once more.
“Ah…”
Suddenly, his lower body was enveloped in a tight grip; Wang Luo couldn’t help but let out another moan. Before he could react, the hand began a gentle, rhythmic motion through the fabric.
In that moment, as he was completely enclosed, Wang Luo’s last shred of clarity was stripped away. His hands instinctively wound around Harold’s neck, his breathing ragged as he pressed his lips to Harold’s, his hands drifting downward without conscious thought.
With a faint sound, a flash of blue light flickered. Clothes lay in shreds, a large, cool hand pressed against a fierce little dragon, moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
Riiiip—
His clothes were torn apart, and Harold’s passion flared instantly. He toppled Wang Luo to the ground and began to savor him in detail…

************************************************

Thud, thud, thud…

Beneath the moonlight, two figures—one blue, one red—intertwined, their battle aura shining brilliantly. Each clash of their swords sent a sharp, ringing note into the night.
Suddenly, the blue figure shuddered violently, the blue light around him drawing in abruptly. He looked toward a distant spot, his gaze seeming to pierce every obstacle and shoot straight into a certain underground den.
At that moment, inside the den, two entangled figures were locked together. The upper figure thrust downward, and two voices cried out in pleasure, echoing through the silent cave.
Muffled grunts drifted through the deeper recesses, where a cave bathed in blue light revealed a massive blue serpent sprawled across the ground. At its lower half, a fanged boar gleefully gnawed at a bright red, hardened mushroom sprouting from the serpent’s body, emitting satisfied snuffling noises.
Suddenly, the mushroom gave a faint tremor. The boar grunted with excitement and attacked the mushroom with renewed ferocity.
Suddenly, a pale liquid seeped from a crack at the mushroom’s tip. Before it could even spurt upward, a waiting maw intercepted it, and the boar, undeterred, swallowed the entire mushroom in one gulp.
Completely absorbed in extracting every drop, the boar failed to notice the blue serpent’s body shudder slightly at that moment; the serpent’s eyes fluttered but did not open.
In a flash, all movement ceased. The blue serpent returned to its motionless, deathlike state, indistinguishable from a freshly slain snake.

************************************************

Bang—
In the darkness, the two entwined bodies abruptly broke apart. A surge of greenish energy burst forth, colliding with an incoming fist and sending a series of impacts echoing through the cave.
“Wang Luo, relying solely on your raw strength, you can’t beat me. Please, stop!”
Watching Wang Luo attack him in a frenzy, Harold called out. His words only seemed to spur the onslaught, the punches coming faster and faster.
“Wang Luo, it’s my first time too. Let’s sit down and talk this out. Liking men may not be widely accepted, but on the Continent of Tianxuan, it’s not unheard of. I wasn’t sure if I liked men either—not until I met you.”
“I swear on the honor of the Fengge family, every word I’ve said is true. Wang Luo, after half a year together, have you really felt nothing of my affection? Wang Luo!”
“This time, what happened between us was truly a last resort. I’d hoped to wait until you were willing—if you hadn’t been poisoned, I never would have done this. It was the only way to save you!”

“Wang Luo…”
…
While fending off Wang Luo’s attacks, Harold tried to reason with him, his tone earnest and patient. He could understand Wang Luo’s reaction—after all, Wang Luo was still very young.
“Phew…”
Exhausted, Wang Luo exhaled deeply, not sparing Harold a single glance as he strode toward the back of the cave. His fists clenched so tight that his nails dug into his flesh, and inwardly, he repeated to himself again and again: I don’t like men. I don’t like men. I don’t like men…
Harold opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. With a sigh, he followed at a distance, ready in case danger arose.
“Hmm? A magical beast is advancing in rank!”
Suddenly, Harold sensed a surge of elemental energy from the blue-lit depths of the cave; an abundance of earth-element energy was converging there, clear evidence that a magical beast was evolving.
Wang Luo, who was already on the move, also noticed the elemental disturbance and quickened his pace. In no time, he reached the chamber. By now, the strange fragrance had dissipated, the mushroom on the blue serpent’s body had retracted, and the boar lay beside the serpent, enveloped in an earthy yellow aura as it began to advance to the fourth tier.
Extending his spiritual senses, Wang Luo examined the blue serpent carefully. This sky-blue serpent was similar in size to the one that had wounded Old Lion in the magical beast forest—perhaps even larger.
But no matter how closely Wang Luo observed, he could sense no elemental energy inside the blue serpent. Apart from a faint blue watery sheen, there was no trace of life; it was as if the snake had long been dead, its body preserved in perfect condition.
Casting a glance at Harold in the distance, Wang Luo’s eyes flashed with a complex emotion. Gritting his teeth, he began chanting softly, and a wall of earth slowly rose from the ground, sealing off the cave entrance and blocking Harold’s view.
With a swish, his bone sword in hand, Wang Luo’s eyes gleamed. In a heartbeat, he struck, hacking down at the blue serpent’s vital spot.

Another World Azure Dragon 85 — Chapter Eighty-Five: The Second Man, complete!