It was four or five in the morning, the sky still a fish-belly white. A mist diffused through the air, lending the entire world a sense of obscurity.
But as time passed, light arrived on the eastern horizon with brisk steps, the blue-black silk of the sky gradually illuminated by a golden glow.
A few soft, cotton-like white clouds were smeared with a captivating orange-red by the dawn's rays, their edges trimmed in gold.
Weather like this was perfect for watching the sunrise.
After all, such a magnificent and majestic scene was well worth seeing.
However, at the very hour of the sunrise, a certain someone was fast asleep, snoring away.
It wasn't until the alarm by the bed began to ring that he finally opened his eyes.
The golden-eyed God of War climbed out of his bed, stretched lazily, and shook his head with force.
The events of last night wove themselves into memory, rushing in like a tide as his mind came into focus, making his just-awakened brain feel sluggish all over again.
...Did I really do too much?
The young man thought, reflecting on how last night's consumption had been a little too high.
Li Zihan's physical strength was a bug; this was an obvious fact.
The Saint Graph of a demigod hero, the boons from multiple divinities, the rebirth ritual of a God-Slayer, the enhancement of a Herrscher—an Apostle of God...
With a pile of buffs stacked on top of each other, one could only imagine the scale of his body's capabilities.
Even after provoking a whole host of girls, he had always been able to use his great art of time management and his superhuman physical constitution to placate them all, and even find the time to go out and provoke other girls.
However...
A bug can be resisted with another bug.
The young man thought, never having imagined that last night would unfold the way it did.
Yesterday, he had received an invitation from Miss Altrouge.
Rationally speaking, agreeing to such a thing before settling the grudge between Altrouge and the Upper Immortal was, in fact, an act of courting death.
But—
Li Zihan was a bug. He had Clairvoyance and Bites the Dust; he could evade the worst possible outcomes.
Therefore, he very naturally chose to get it on with Miss Altrouge that night.
First, though, he had to persuade Durandal and the Upper Immortal.
With the mentality of "paying his public grain first before going out to hook up with another girl," the scumbag began his nightlife.
And then—
And then, things went wrong.
"Did something happen? You're in such a rush."
As if she already had some premonition, after he had finished with Durandal, the Immortal named Fu Hua smilingly pulled Kirie Kagarino—who was said to be willing to serve as a servant-concubine—over to his side.
"Relax, I won't hold this against you."
"However, as a price, you are forbidden from using any time-based abilities or healing magic tonight."
And then—
And then, that Immortal demonstrated another use of the Divine Key of the Mental Domain, Fenghuang Down, to the man who had never really delved deep into its power.
Amplification of the senses.
Having almost forgotten how many times he had injected himself into the Upper Immortal's body, and having just barely managed to placate her, the man was then, at her "suggestion," made to fuck Kirie Kagarino—who seemed more starved than impassioned. For the first time, he felt a sense of weakness.
He had to admit, if the girls around him started developing their abilities in the direction of bedroom fun—or rather, sex management—and he was barred from using his healing and time-based abilities, he probably wouldn't be able to hold out.
But—
He still managed to succeed in the end.
The young man shook his head, then cast a restorative spell on himself to regain a bit of his energy.
He then went to lift the blanket, but the sensation that reached his hand was that of silky, high-end fabric. He looked down and saw a white cloth stained with the red of a broken maidenhead...
This clearly belonged to a certain princess.
Seeing his own masterpiece, the young man who had left his mark on that "loli yet mature" vampire yesterday recalled the sensation of her slightly cool body gradually heating up with desire, and his own body reacted honestly.
"Mmm—"
The Japanese-style loli curled up on the young man's chest was stimulated by a certain limb and opened her eyes, an involuntary and rather distressed sound escaping her throat.
She sat up abruptly, and the blanket covering her back slid down with the movement, instantly exposing her slender waist and skin so fair it could daze the eyes of others to the air.
Under such stimulation, a certain someone very naturally rose up, extending his claws toward the doves on the girl's chest.
For the sake of a date with Altrouge, he had nearly been KO'd by sex management!
Not taking a little more advantage simply wouldn't be right.
"Lightly gathering, slowly twisting, wiping, and plucking again" are the techniques for playing the pipa, but they seem to have an excellent effect when used on a beautiful woman as well.
"Getting horny so early in the morning, is that really okay?"
The expression on the princess's jade face remained calm and elegant, but the blush of passion on her cheeks had indeed become more pronounced.
"Well then, do you hate this kind of behavior?"
As if teasing her, Mr. Bulldozer, having recovered some of his vigor through restorative magic, chuckled.
"Who knows?"
The princess snuggled against the young man's chest like a cat, speaking in a lazy drawl.
During the process of their union, she had acquired a massive amount of mana.
Coming from the bodily fluids of a man who was backed by the mana of two Beasts, the quantity of magical energy was a bit beyond imagination.
She had a premonition that as long as she continuously exchanged mana with him, she would very quickly recover her own power.
She would once again reclaim her identity as the King of the Dead Apostles.
A slight smile graced the lips of Miss Altrouge, whose power was only a single tier below that of the strongest True Ancestor—the White Princess—and whose combat strength was roughly equivalent to three times that of Gilgamesh.
At that time, the title of the orthodox ruler of the Dead Apostles would belong to her.
Moreover—
The face of a certain Immortal flashed through her mind.
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Once I recover my full strength, I'll be able to fight that bastard, won't I?
The smile on the face of the King of the Dead Apostles, whose power at her peak was in no way weaker than a certain Immortal's, was brighter than it had ever been before.
As she was now, she had not only reaped a rather nice relationship but had also successfully put a hat on that Immortal's head. For her, this development was undoubtedly a reason to be happy.
If she could beat that woman and make her a concubine or something, that would be even better.
For that to happen, I'll need to recover my strength quickly.
The girl, who was now very satisfied with her husband and eagerly anticipating the day when Fu Hua would have to bow to her in greeting, slowly knelt down. Her slender, jade-like hands gently rose, touching the area below the young man's abdomen.
"But, who told me to be your wife?"
"Properly satisfying a husband's desires is also a wife's duty, isn't it?"
The princess gazed at her husband with her bewitchingly potent red eyes, her smile carrying an unprecedented seductiveness.
And then—
She lowered her head.
Amidst someone's sharp intake of breath, her beautiful, jade-like face leaned forward, a smooth, fragrant tongue extending from her cherry lips...