Chapter 1195 - 190: Super Cultivation—Bayonetta’s Moonlight and Su Li’s Divine Chosen Realm_4

Chapter 1195: Chapter 190: Super Cultivation—Bayonetta’s Moonlight and Su Li’s Divine Chosen Realm_4

The threshold of the Divine Chosen Level is already at his feet! And the value of the Moon Priestess in his embrace, far more precious and complex than he initially imagined.

Perhaps it was her first time experiencing such pleasure, and over the years, she had accumulated a vast amount of Moonlight Power, which she released all at once to Su Li, allowing him to directly break through a major realm! He advanced directly to the Divine Chosen Tier.

This cultivation would inevitably enable him to reach even higher tiers as time goes on!

Meanwhile, the aftertaste of the extreme waves slowly receded.

Bayonetta lay limply on the disheveled bed, like a fish gently returned to shore by the tide. Her long hair was scattered like clouds, covering the pillow’s edge. With her eyes closed, her chest rose and fell slightly, each breath carrying an unprecedented, bone-deep sense of laziness and satisfaction.

Deep within her, the emptiness and burning pain that had long gnawed at her disappeared, along with the cold despair brought by the council’s conspiracy. Instead, there was a strange, warm, and overflowing feeling, as if every cell was soaked in warm water and relaxed. This feeling... is this what true happiness for a woman is? She had never experienced it before. Last night’s shameful and twisted dream, compared to this very real sensation, seemed as pale as a poor joke.

She could clearly feel the warmth and weight from beside her. Su Li lay next to her, his breathing not fully settled, his strong arm loosely wrapped around her waist, his palm slightly calloused, resting against her smooth skin, bringing an odd sense of security.

Bayonetta slowly opened her eyes, her long lashes quivering. The eyes that had once been full of struggle, pain, and determination now looked like gemstones washed by water, all sharp edges gone, leaving only a kind of hazy laziness and... a hint of softness she hadn’t even noticed herself. She turned her head slightly to look at the near-proximity Su Li.

Su Li was also looking at her, his gaze deep, carrying a calmness and a hint of inquiry post-incident.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of their interwoven breaths. The air was filled with the special scent left after their intimacy, mixed with the lingering sweet fragrance on her body and his burning masculine scent.

"How do you feel?" Su Li’s voice was a bit hoarse, breaking the silence. He was referring to her physical state, whether the curse was truly lifted.

Bayonetta didn’t answer immediately, just looked at him, her eyes complexly transitioning. A moment later, she softly exhaled a breath, the air brushing against Su Li’s jawline, carrying warmth and a hint of languid sweetness.

"Much better." Her voice was also hoarse from the aftermath, but no longer contained the earlier pain and despair. Instead, it was smoothed over like sandpapered, with an unusual magnetism. "Better than ever before..." She paused and added, her cheeks involuntarily flushing, recalling that extreme sensation a moment ago that seemed to throw her soul into the clouds. It was not madness brought by the curse, but purely her own, incredibly satisfying pleasure. For the first time, she knew that being a woman could be like this.

Su Li watched as her cheeks flushed and the dreamy sheen in her eyes, which hadn’t completely faded, understood clearly. He slightly tightened his arm, bringing her closer to himself. Skin touching, warm and reassuring.

"And... after?" Su Li asked softly, gazing directly into her eyes. This was a key question. The curse was lifted, but her identity, her situation, and those unresolved conspiracies were significant troubles. How would she handle herself next? Return to the City Lord’s Mansion? Face the council? Or...

The laziness in Bayonetta’s eyes instantly faded a bit, replaced by a sharp clarity, but this sharpness was quickly covered by an even more intense emotion. She didn’t speak; instead, she suddenly stretched out her hand, her slender fingers still warm, gently caressing Su Li’s cheek, her fingertips tracing across his jawline.

Her movement carried a familiar sense of possessiveness, as if confirming something.

Then, she slightly propped herself up, her soft bosom pressing against his arm, leaning close to his ear. Her warm breath, mingled with her unique fragrance, sprayed onto his earlobe, her voice lowered, yet brimming with undeniable, almost provocative charm:

"After? Heh..." She chuckled softly, the laughter tickling like a feather across the heart, "Lord Su Li... taking such advantage of someone, do you plan to turn your back on them now?"

Her fingertips playfully drew circles on his chest, lifting her eyes, her eyes, now re-energized, fixed intently on him, no longer harboring previous resentment or despair, only a straightforward, almost hooked smile and determination.

"Those in the council, they won’t spare me." Her voice turned cold momentarily, then softened again, carrying a natural reliance, "Now... I’m yours. From inside out, marked with your imprint." Her gaze boldly swept over his bare chest and returned to his face, the meaning beyond words.

She lay back in his arms, snuggling against him, like a cat that’s found a warm nest, lazy yet with a bit of undeniable dominance. "So... you have to take responsibility." She extended her smooth arm, wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, their noses nearly touching, warm breaths mingling. "Take me away from here. Away from this hellhole. I don’t want to just taste sweetness, only to be dragged back into Hell by those sewer rats."

Her eyes were intensely serious, carrying a sense of lightness and calm after breaking ties completely. The past identity, shackles seemed to shatter in that total surrender of body and mind earlier. Now she only wanted to hold onto the man who pulled her from the Abyss and gave her a new experience.

Su Li looked at her enchanting face just inches away, etched with a "you’re stuck with me" expression, feeling her soft body leaning without reservation. The last sliver of doubt in his heart dissipated. He chuckled softly, pulling her entirely into his embrace, placing a kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Alright," he replied decisively, with an undeniable strength, "I’ll take you away."

Bayonetta gave a satisfied hum, closing her eyes again, burying her face deep into his neck, greedily absorbing that reassuring scent from his body. The corners of her mouth subtly curled into a relaxed, sweet, and hopeful arc.