Miss Pamela lives alone in a mushroom house.
Alan knocked on the door and entered the dimly lit room.
On the round table, besides the lamp, stood a crystal ball with a golden base.
The bowl-sized crystal ball shone with a hazy, magical glow.
On the surrounding walls, bizarre and illusory images were reflected.
It was like a slideshow of Alan's past life.
Pamela, clad in a black cloak, was fiddling with the crystal ball.
Her golden hair flowed down like a cascade.
She looked like a beautiful yet eerie little witch.
"Hey, hey, hey... you're here."
Pamela raised her head, gave Alan a sly smile, and waved.
"Come here, take a look at what this is."
Alan, curious and wary, slowly approached.
Pamela extended a pair of flawless, white hands and gently stroked the crystal ball.
She muttered something, as if activating some kind of spell.
The crystal ball shone brightly!
Alan squinted his eyes to avoid the bright light.
The light faded, and a scene emerged within the crystal ball.
It was Julie's bedroom!
Julie and Olivia, embracing each other affectionately, whispered.
"Hehe..."
Pamela's smile was devilish.
Her beautiful face, incredibly sinister.
"Ever since I awakened my fourth-level 'Scrying Technique,' I've discovered that beneath this world's boring surface, it hides many fascinating secrets."
"Pamela, prying into others' privacy like this is unladylike behavior," Alan said coldly.
"Haha! Lady?" Pamela glanced at him. "Mr. Allen, even if I didn't do this, would you still consider me a lady?"
Alan was speechless.
Even if all the ladies in the world died, Pamela wouldn't be able to bear that title.
Pamela's gaze returned to the crystal ball.
"I've been secretly observing Julie and Olivia for some time."
"From the beginning, I felt there was something odd about them."
"Now, I can responsibly draw a conclusion."
"Julie, she's quite normal."
"But Olivia..."
She pointed at the blue-haired girl in the crystal ball, a strange smile on her face.
"This little girl is quite interesting...Mr. Allen, do you feel that?"
Alan's scalp tingled!
Pamela's hint was quite explicit.
As a time traveler, how could he not understand? In an instant, all his doubts were resolved.
Why did Olivia care so much about Julie?
She might even accept Feilin's advances to please Julie.
Even though she didn't love Feilin.
"Pamela, I don't want to talk about this," Alan said gravely.
"Julie and Olivia are both my friends. You're putting me in a difficult position!"
"If you're calling me in the middle of the night just for something as frivolous as this, I'm sorry I won't keep you company!"
Just as he was about to stand, Pamela grabbed him.
The blonde's face was filled with anger.
Without a word, she glared at him fiercely.
Alan silently activated his "Soft Bone Flesh Armor," preparing for a showdown.
He had long wanted to test the waters: just how powerful was Miss Pamela, the strongest of the younger generation of the South Island Warlock Academy?
Beat her up and vent my anger.
I hope Angel doesn't mind.
However, the situation unfolded unexpectedly.
Pamela, for once, held back her anger.
The scowl on her face was replaced by a hint of sneer.
"Tonight, while I was monitoring Julie's bedroom, I got an unexpected surprise."
"You and Julie's passionate scenes were excellent. I was very satisfied with them."
"But that was just a warm-up. Now it's my turn as the heroine to act opposite you!"
Heroine?
Rival?
What's the connection?
Alan couldn't help but wonder if Pamela had become possessed.
To the point where she couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality.
She even thought she was playing a role in a meditative world.
"Young lady, please respect yourself!" Allen said in a deep voice. "Your words and actions are not like those of a lady."
"Haha! Why are you mentioning the word 'lady' again?" Pamela was clearly annoyed. "Do you think this little moral blackmail trick will work on me?"
"Student Allen, everyone else has the right to demand ladylike manners from me, but you don't!"
"You hypocritical fellow! You talk nicely, but in your heart, I've never been a lady!"
"In your eyes, I'm not even worthy of being a human being!"
Pamela suddenly stood up.
The rage in her eyes was almost insane!
"You, boy, you call me a 'blonde beast' and a 'pretty beast' behind my back. Don't you think I know?!"
"I have to say, you're quite good at giving people nicknames!"
"Today, I'll show you how much of a beast and animal I am!"
Pamela suddenly opened her cloak.
She was wearing only a pair of white stockings!
"Alan, come here! Do to me what you did to Julie!"
Alan took a deep breath.
Pamela's flawless body dazzled him.
It took immense willpower to gather his composure and firmly shake his head at her.
"Excuse me, I refuse!"
"You have the most perfect body."
"But your soul is cruel and filthy, it makes me sick!"
"I can't stand scum like you!"
"If I can't stand it, you have to!"
Pamela stepped forward, proudly declaring, "Because, this is my order!"
"Why do you order me?" Alan took a step back, increasingly convinced that she was mentally ill. "You don't have the authority, nor the strength!"
Pamela took another step forward, not allowing him to dodge. Her beautiful sapphire eyes gleamed with madness.
The words she spoke grew increasingly brazen, vile, and vicious!
"Student Allen, I know you're strong. One-on-one, I might not be able to defeat you."
"But if you don't want the negotiations between Silver Moon Monastery and the South Island Federation to break down, you'd better not piss me off!"
"What do you mean by the bigger picture? I am the bigger picture!"
"If you want to consider the bigger picture, you have to keep me happy!"
"Indeed, I can't do anything to you."
"But don't forget, your good friends, Feilin and Julie, hold their lives in my hands."
"I'll kill them, wipe out their entire families, with just one word!"
"You don't want to bring disaster to your friends because of your willfulness, do you?"
"And then there's the person you care about most..."
Pamela's smile grew even more shameless.
"Alan, you don't want anything to happen to Angel, do you?"
"If you want him well, then just listen to me."
Alan stared at her for a long moment.
The exchange of glances ignited a strong atmosphere of hostility.
Pamela was heartless and ruthless!
Alan still had concerns.
In the end, the one with the concern had to compromise.
"If you insist on humiliating me in this way, I can tolerate it."
Alan suppressed his anger and negotiated with Pamela.
"But you must agree to three conditions."
"First, you must not harm my friends."
"Second, you must not abuse your power for personal gain or retaliate."
"Finally, and most importantly, tell me how Angel is doing. I must see for myself that he's safe before I can rest assured—"
"This is so annoying!"
Pamela, like she was having a sudden bipolar attack, screamed hysterically!
"Angel! Angel! Angel!"
"You bastard!"
"I'm standing here before you, and all you can think about is Angel! I hate you!"
Pamela yelled, letting out her anger, and her ferocious face gradually calmed down.
Alan wanted to ask her how long she had been experiencing this mental illness, but Pamela interrupted her impatiently.
"Okay, stop talking."
She grabbed Alan by the collar, forced him toward her, and blocked his mouth.
...
Alan soon discovered a shocking truth!
Pamela, this heartless, blond beast...
She had absolutely no experience in that kind of thing?!
He wanted to stop.
Pamela wouldn't let him back down.
Even though it was her first time, she still maintained her domineering attitude.
Afterward, Alan knew Pamela must be feeling terrible.
Alan felt no sympathy for her, but why was all this happening?
Even then, Alan still felt a sense of unreality.
As if he were in a bizarre nightmare.
He couldn't help but ask Pamela a sensitive question.
"If you love Angel, you should have saved your precious virginity for him. If you don't, why not let him go?"
Pamela held a handkerchief, a look of melancholy on her face.
"It doesn't matter whether I love Angel or not. What matters is that I won't allow him to stop loving me! He'll never get over me!"
With that, she turned and was about to throw the blood-stained white handkerchief into the trash can.
Alan sighed, snatched the handkerchief from her hand, and put it away.
"If you want revenge on him, there are plenty of men lining up to pursue you."
"You have a ready-made lapdog around you, like Hicks."
"Why do you have to force me to do such a disgusting thing?!"
Pamela squinted at him, her finger tilted under his chin, a mischievous smile on her face.
"It's precisely because you won't lick me that I want to fuck you!"
"Angel cares about you more than he cares about me!"
"And you, you treat me like a scoundrel who's taking advantage of Angel!"
"The look in my eyes reveals my deepest disgust!"
"Since you two treat me this way, I certainly have every reason to retaliate against you!"
"I'll use this method to get back at Angel and disgust you at the same time. It's the best of both worlds, so why not?"
Alan frowned and asked her as calmly as possible:
"Don't you care about the price you've paid?"
Pamela shook her head and smiled, stretching beautifully.
"I'm so happy right now, in every sense of the word!"
"For now, I won't tell Angel about our scandal, unless you don't listen to me."
Alan heard the hidden meaning in her words, and his heart churned.
"Isn't this one time enough?"
Pamela shook her head and sneered, her eyes growing fiery.
"Not enough, of course not!"
"If this happens once, there will be countless more!"
"As long as I live, I won't let you go!"
"Even after I die, I'll haunt you!"
Alan, unable to bear it any longer, abruptly sat up in bed.
He grabbed his clothes, wanting to get away from this crazy woman as quickly as possible.
Pamela sat up as well, snatched his clothes, and threw them away.
"You want to leave now, brat?"
"You wish!"
"This night is still long."
"I haven't had enough of torturing you yet!"
Slap!
The crisp sound echoed through the bedroom.
Alan, unable to bear it any longer, slapped her across the face.
Her beautiful cheeks suddenly turned red and swollen!
Pamela showed no sign of weakness, screaming and lunging at him, biting him!
Alan finally managed to hold her down, pointing his finger at her nose and angrily scolding:
"Pamela, I wasn't wrong about you!"
"You're a beast! A pervert worse than an animal!"
Pamela, despite his barrage of insults, actually laughed.
"Haha! Have you had enough?"
"If you've had enough, then crawl over here! Lick my wounds!"
...
The next morning.
As Alan left, he was brutally humiliated by Pamela once again.
The blonde, blue-eyed young lady hung a storage bag around her slender ankle.
She swung her delicate feet at Alan.
"Mr. Allen, come over here and kiss my feet and put on my shoes and socks."
"This purse is my tip for you."
"I don't want your dirty money!"
Alan blurted out.
Pamela wasn't angry. A smile lingered on her red lips as she swung her feet lazily.
Her beautiful feet, illuminated by the morning light outside the window, were so white they looked almost transparent.
The purse jingled crisply.
"Haha! Just in case you didn't know, I'm giving you a heads up."
"The storage bag doesn't contain gold or silver coins, but magic stones."
"I've inquired about your worth."
"This money is my down payment."
"If you don't want it, I don't mind."
"I have leverage over you anyway, so you have to comply."
"You're saving me money, so I don't mind getting it for free."
"If you think this helps you defend your manly dignity... haha, whatever makes you happy."
Alan had already reached the door.
Hearing her sarcastic remarks, he gritted his teeth and turned back.
In life, sometimes you have to be realistic.
After all, she had already humiliated him.
Taking the money, while humiliating, is better than getting nothing.
Pamela, this woman, is domineering and unreasonable! But there was one thing she said that Allen had to agree with.
Infidelity, like drugs, is addictive.
Once, countless more.
After that night,
Almost every night, Allen was forced to go to her room and satisfy her demands.
To be honest, Pamela was beautiful and had a great figure, which brought him great pleasure.
However, the thought of her being his best friend's wife always made him feel deeply guilty afterwards.
He wanted to end this immoral relationship.
Unfortunately, Pamela wouldn't let him refuse, repeatedly threatening the safety of the Griffin siblings and Angel to force him to comply.
Alan knew he was being exploited by this blond beast, but he was helpless. He could only suppress his guilt and repeatedly submit to her tyranny.
It was late at night and quiet.
In the bedroom, Alan and Pamela had just made out.
For some reason, Alan's nose felt inexplicably itchy.
He couldn't help but sneeze twice in a row.
"Thinking, scolding, and complaining! Who did you offend, kid? To the point of being scolded behind your back?"
Pamela asked with a half-smile.
"If you're scolded behind your back, you should sneeze. You should sneeze all day long!"
Alan retorted angrily.
"If I sneeze, it's probably because you're saying something bad about me!"
Pamela picked up a white handkerchief and wiped his nose.
Although her words were harsh, her hands were unusually gentle and considerate.
Pamela stretched, flexing her charming curves.
Alan knew this was a signal from the young lady. She'd rested enough and felt ready again.
She was itching to launch a second battle. Just then, a ball of light, a communication device, quietly emerged.
Within the ball, Pamela's secret symbol flickered.
"What a bummer!" Pamela sat up with a gloomy face. Alan also sat up, a cold sweat breaking out for the sender.
If it wasn't something extremely urgent, sending a message at this critical moment would ruin the young lady's mood... I'm afraid it would be bad luck! "Hmm? It's from Hicks.
Isn't he on night patrol?" Hearing Pamela mutter to herself, Alan suddenly remembered something.
According to Pamela's rotation, it was Alan's turn to patrol the mushroom garden entrance with Hicks tonight.
As a result, he was dragged along by Pamela for a tryst, delaying his work.
Alan dared to claim his innocence.
As for Pamela, did breaking the rules she had set herself count as a violation of the law?
After using the "Communication" spell, Pamela's face immediately darkened.
She hurriedly rose and dressed, saying to Alan:
"Something's happened!"
"The enemy is attacking the mushroom garden at night. Let's go support!"
...
Time went back half an hour.
Alan and Pamela were still having a tryst.
Meanwhile, Hicks, Pamela's number one lapdog, led a team of sorcerers on patrol near the mushroom circle.
The night wind was sharp, the chill biting. Hicks was freezing cold, yet a rage welled up inside him!
"Alan Panthers, you bastard!"
"You knew you had a night patrol tonight, yet you skipped it!"
"How dare you disobey the rules set by Miss Pamela? You're completely outrageous!"
"You're a lazy, lecherous bastard!"
"You must be in a woman's bed right now, living a life of debauchery!"
"You'll be waiting for me, jerk!"
"Tomorrow morning, I'll complain to Miss Pamela, and you'll have to bear the consequences!"
Hicks, grumbling, had no time to focus on his duties.
He was completely unaware that, deep in the mushroom forest, pairs of malicious eyes were secretly watching him.
...
Akbar, Beiting, and the group of Beast Cult sorcerers behind the brother and sister.
All dressed in night clothes, they activated "Fighting Qi Camouflage"!
Their figures vanished collectively into the dim forest.
The first-level martial skill "Fighting Qi Camouflage" isn't truly invisibility.
The magical energy that permeates the body forms a thin film that creates a visual illusion, blending the enchanter with the surroundings.
Tonight, the Beast Worship Cult, the Human-Demon Cult, and the Northern Island Warlocks will launch a joint assault on the mushroom garden!
The Wolf Clan has a crucial mission.
Capture the mushroom garden with lightning speed!
The natural teleportation array within the mushroom garden is the only way to enter the secret realm.
Control the teleportation array, and the Human-Demon Cult and the Northern Island Warlocks will be able to enter the secret realm smoothly and unleash their slaughter!
Completing this mission will not be easy.
Fortunately, the Lang family had good luck.
The defenses of the mushroom circle were unusually lax tonight.
Originally, two fourth-level sorcerers were supposed to lead the patrol.
For some reason, only Hicks was present tonight.
The other fourth-level master had yet to show up.
Hicks's grumbling voice drifted through the night breeze.
He seemed to be complaining about his absent partner.
This was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for the Lang family!
Under the cover of "Fighting Spirit Camouflage," the Lang family members crept closer to the mushroom circle.
Beiting was the first to strike.
A silent spell—Poison Cloud!