Entering the newly erected tent (the original one having been destroyed by Lahart), I turned to Yue, who had followed me, and said, "Yue, didn't you mention teaching me the Holy Light magic? Where should we begin?"

Yue's rosy face suddenly blushed like fire, and she lowered her head deeply, exhibiting a shy demeanor.

Curious, and about to inquire, I was interrupted by Ayame, who whispered, "Master, have you forgotten? Only angels and demons can use Holy Light magic and advanced dark magic, respectively. It's because of that connection you have with me, that you can use advanced dark magic. Now, Yue wants to teach you Holy Light magic, and there's only one way..."

At this point, she, too, blushed shyly and lowered her rosy face.

It dawned on me, and as I looked at Yue, whose alabaster skin now carried a hint of pink, I revealed a sly smile. Stepping forward, I lifted her chin, gazing into her azure eyes.

Summoning courage, Yue met my gaze. From her eyes, I discerned her feelings and loyalty towards me. Leaning down, I kissed her while, with a wave of my right hand, created an invisible barrier around the tent, isolating us from sight and sound.

In the air command tent, Xia Nong stood not far away, contemplating our captain's tent with a pensive expression. The usually icy demeanor on her pink face now bore a subtle layer of melancholy, resembling a resentful beauty, captivating anyone who laid eyes on her.

The voice of Naval Commander Luowei sounded from behind her, "Xia Nong, love when you can, this melancholy doesn't suit you. Although our captain is peculiar, he has managed to capture the hearts of Princess Ayame and the 'Dawn Angel.' He possesses unmatched strength and can indeed bring you happiness."

Xia Nong abruptly turned around, only to find Luowei standing three steps behind her. Absorbed in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed his arrival.

Aware of Luowei's feelings for her, Xia Nong appreciated them but felt no romantic inclination towards the exceptionally handsome man. However, the captain, with his eccentric behavior and seemingly flirtatious demeanor, had managed to stir emotions within her, leaving her feeling strangely unsettled for the first time.

Gazing at the tent enveloped in the barrier, she sighed softly.

Inside the tent, the undressed "Dawn Angel" Yue moaned and whimpered beneath me, her alabaster skin blushing with a captivating hue. The vibrant red petals on the felt beneath us resembled roses in full bloom.

Ayame, with her naked body, crouched beside us, her eyes filled with fiery passion. Uttering irresistible moans, she longed to replace Yue, eager to receive my affection.

Yue's desire, suppressed for thousands of years, had been completely ignited by me. She had shed her purity and flawlessness as an angel, indulging, screaming, and dedicating her love wholeheartedly.

For a man, turning a saint into a wanton woman is a source of pride.

Although Yue's body was a manifestation of energy, every aspect felt tangible, even down to the virgin red that appeared. Her warmth and moisture provided an exquisite sensation.

Suddenly, Yue's limbs wrapped around me like an octopus, and she screamed incessantly. I felt a surge of holy energy transmitted directly from our union. Yue's body shivered violently, her screams turning into seductive murmurs. Soon after, she collapsed like a puddle of mud on the felt, fainting.

The conflicting forces of light and darkness within me were a tumultuous battle. I, relying on my limitless magic power, forcibly suppressed them, but they didn't truly merge into one. Each force altered my constitution separately, generating a plethora of chaotic energy. If I hadn't redirected most of it into Ayame and Yue just now, I would have succumbed to madness long ago.

However, Ayame and Yue, being pure angel and demon, were unharmed by the chaotic energy; instead, it enhanced their power.

As the chaotic energy wreaked havoc within me, becoming unbearable, I suddenly envisioned Xia Nong's cool and aloof figure. I executed the "Spatial Shift" magic, instantly appearing in Xia Nong's tent.

At that moment, Xia Nong, wearing a delicate, gossamer-like gown, was looking into a mirror, an unprecedented action since becoming a "Dark Dragon Rider." She was surprised by the sudden, overwhelming presence.

My sanity barely intact, I forcibly restrained the surging desire within me and said, "General Xia, quickly knock me out, or I might do something regrettable. Hurry!"

Startled by my condition, Xia Nong exclaimed, "Captain, what's happening? What's wrong?"

Ignoring the lack of clothing, she rushed forward to support me.

A captivating fragrance wafted through the air, and my last shred of rationality dissipated. I tightly embraced her, passionately kissing her. Xia Nong, caught off guard, raised her palm to strike my head, but halfway through, she stopped.

In her moment of hesitation, I seized her cloves-scented tongue, teasing and savoring it. Simultaneously, my hands delved into her clothing at the chest.

Xia Nong, already captivated by me, couldn't withstand such teasing. The condensed true qi in her body dissipated into nothingness. A rush of heat spread through her entire being, her gaze lost, and her body softened, succumbing to my advances.

With the shattering of the gossamer gown, Xia Nong's naked, well-toned body emerged before me. She whispered, "Captain, from now on, Xia Nong belongs to you. If you abandon me, I'll die for you to witness."

In the sealed tent, the renowned "Dark Dragon Rider" Xia Nong offered herself to a man from another world—a man for whom she would sacrifice everything.

When I awoke from the madness, I found Xia Nong's athletic, naked body entwined with mine. Her serene and beautiful face, marked by tear stains, bore a contented smile as she slept deeply.

Untangling myself from Xia Nong's limbs, I stood up, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease, as if I had undergone a profound transformation. Something seemed to be behind me.

Casually turning my head, I caught sight of a mirror. To my astonishment, two wings, one pure white as snow and the other pitch-black as ink, gracefully extended from my back, a striking contrast of black and white.