The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers - Chapter 172: Questions Answered

In the year Jin Stratus was born, Humanity had long since conquered the stars, with their sights now set on a cosmos filled with unimaginable horrors.Yet in a universe that is but one bubble in an endless sea of realities, on a worthless blue planet beneath a crumbling city, a slum rat named Jin Stratus awakens to his destiny.When the “Door to the Myriad Worlds” descends, Jin steps through, armed with nothing but his unyielding will and his innate comprehension-defying talent—“Against-Heaven’s Understanding.”In the Great Universe of the Starry Sea, where ancient beings can erase galaxies with a sigh and traverse endless light-years in a single stride, Jin is nothing but dust. But with each battle, each world, and each bloody step, he transcends the world that seeks to oppress him, forging himself into a being unrivaled across all realms.[Your Understanding is Against-Heaven.]-You have comprehended the “Bone Marrow Blood Tempering Divine Technique.”-You have evolved “Fist of Falling Thunder” into the “Thunder World Creation Technique.”-You have witnessed the collapse and rebirth of worlds, grasping the “Cosmic Palm Domain.”-You have obtained the “Limitless Incarnation Method.”From the gutter alleys of the Lower Slums to the endless cosmos, Jin Stratus will ensure the world remembers his name—For throughout heaven and earth, he alone… can comprehend it all.And he alone will become the strongest.

Liszt finds himself reborn as a countryside baron in an alternate world resembling medieval Europe. In this world, there are dragons that can discharge metals, elves that can tend to crops, and missions written in mist that only Liszt can see. With the help of the mysterious missions, can Liszt gradually grow from Baron of Flower Town into something greater, claiming the whole continent and beyond?

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”

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