Outside of the house, Dementia's muffled groans were resounding in the quaint forest.

"Is he going to be our dad?" Troll 1 asked.

Troll 2 picked a worm on the side and slurped it in one gulp. "Maybe. Mother likes him."

Troll 3 picked his nose and flung a giant booger to the side. "I like him. I like his mask."

"Does that mean we can't eat him?" Troll 1 asked with a finger over its thick lips.

"I don't think so. Least you want mother to scold you," Troll 2 said.

"Even just a little piece?" Troll 1 bargained.

Troll 3 scratched his head. "I don't think so. Ma said to leave him alone 'cause we'll die if we don't."

The three looked at each other before they laughed and resumed hunting for animals in the forest.

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All my life, I thought about what it would be like to get rid of this annoying virginity status off me. I never knew that it felt like marshmallows inside there. Fluffy, warm, juicy marshmallows.

It's quite addicting, in fact, and it easily tops my favorites from here onwards.

However, as much as I enjoyed the euphoria and climax, I had to cut my pleasure short. There were so many things that I must do.

I was about to get up, but the fingers sprawling over my chest prevented me from getting out of bed. Looking to my side, an ethereal woman with greyish luminous skin with beads of black hair falling to the side of her face was looking at me with her imploring, mesmerizing pair of eyes. Her soft skin was like porcelain, reflecting the soft light. Her red lips were full, and a sheen of sweat coated her naked form.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" she slurred.

I grabbed her hand away and stood to my feet while I picked up my clothes and wore them piece by piece. She just laid on the bed, staring at me up and down while licking her lips as her eyes rested on my crotch.

"I got to say that I enjoyed this thirty minutes . . . immensely." She giggled.

[Your relationship level with Dementia increased!]

She got up from the bed, and the blanket fell onto the floor, revealing her naked form. Her breasts were enormous but full and proud, while her hips were wide, swaying as she went to me and helped me dress.

"I have to go. I have things to do," I told her and stopped when she tiptoed, and her face was just inches from mine. Her hot breath fanned my lips, and her breasts pressed against my chest. But my focus was on her pair of mesmerizing black eyes that swirled with greenish hues.

"Is that so?" she mewed, biting her lips.

I couldn't resist and kiss her. I slip my tongue inside her mouth and love how she sucked it readily. Her groan enticed me to stay for another thirty minutes, but I had to leave.

Athena and the others are waiting for my return.

And then something clicked in my head. Maybe I could stay at Dementia's house until the Blood Rain passed? In that way, I didn't have to make all that trouble in Roselake. I could have a shortcut to my problem.

I stopped kissing her and grabbed her shoulders before looking at her straight in the eyes. "Can I stay here with you?"

She laughed, eyes twinkling. "You can stay here even for hours."

She misunderstood me, and I explained further, "Like for days."

". . ."

Her smile dropped together with my hope when she paused.

She took a step back and escaped from my hold. "I'm afraid you can't."

I didn't understand that logic. I could come in here and stay for hours but not sleep overnight.

She explained when she saw the frown on my face. "A player couldn't sleep in my house since this world prevented a player from sleeping in any inhabitants' house. Unless it's an inn, if it's your house, or if a player belonged to a territory, then he can sleep anywhere in that territory."

System, is that true?

But she's my minion. What belongs to her belonged to me.