Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Sauron paused slightly, a warm current welling up in his heart.

Countess Fiana slowly rose, her movements elegant and light.

She walked to Sauron's side and gently removed his clothes for him.

Sauron obediently let her attend to him, feeling her tender care.

Countess Fiana's hands were soft yet strong, and she gently massaged Sauron's shoulders and back.

Her technique was skilled, each press just right, allowing Sauron's fatigue to gradually dissipate.

Sauron closed his eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility and comfort.

In this warm atmosphere, time seemed to stand still.

"Thank you, Fiana," Sauron said softly.

His voice was full of tenderness, warming Countess Fiana's heart.

"Your Highness, it is what I should do," Countess Fiana replied, her eyes sparkling with love.

Ever since Empress Maria arrived in the Northwest, Sauron's thoughts seemed to be occupied by her, and Countess Fiana found it difficult to have the opportunity to be close to him.

For Fiana, before she had tasted the pleasures of love, these things were not taken to heart, but after having intimate contact with Sauron, everything was different.

The time she spent with Sauron was like living in a paradise every night.

It made her intoxicated and unable to stop.

What made it even more difficult for her to give up was that intimate contact with Sauron could actually improve her cultivation, and the speed of improvement was much faster than her own hard cultivation.

This double temptation was like the whisper of a devil, constantly stirring her heartstrings.

Therefore, she took advantage of Empress Maria's presence in the magician corps' camp today to sneak into His Highness the Crown Prince's room.

She knew that doing so was somewhat risky, and once discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But desire was like a surging tide, washing away the dam of her reason.

She longed for her cultivation to continue to improve rapidly, and this desire made her disregard everything.

At this time, in this room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, the water in the bathtub rippled slightly, reflecting the figures of the two people.

Sauron let out a soft laugh: "Alright, stop playing around, hold on tight!" His voice carried a hint of pampering, and an inviolable majesty.

Countess Fiana immediately understood, a hint of surprise and anticipation flashed in her eyes, she turned around and lay on the bathtub, her hands holding the wall.

Her heart beat rapidly, her breathing became rapid, and her whole body trembled slightly with excitement.

Sauron chuckled and turned around, looking at Countess Fiana's seductive figure, a hint of heat flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the fatigue of the war seemed to be thrown behind him, and desire spread wantonly in this small space.

The water in the bathtub seemed to be heated by this ambiguous atmosphere, and the ripples were like the waves in the hearts of the two people.

The room where Sauron and Fiana were located was filled with a warm and fiery atmosphere.

A tapestry with soft colors hung on the wall of the room, depicting a mysterious and romantic scene. In the light of the candles, the pattern on the tapestry seemed to have life, and faintly beating with an ambiguous rhythm.

The floor was covered with a thick velvet carpet. Stepping on it barefoot was as soft as being in the clouds, and every step was like falling into a gentle trap.

In the center of the room, the large bathtub became the stage for this passionate drama.

The bathtub was made of precious marble, and the edges were carved with exquisite patterns, delicate and elegant. The water in the bathtub was clear and warm, and a few delicate petals floated on the surface of the water, gently rippling with the waves, as if telling endless tenderness and sweetness.

The candlelight flickered, casting flickering light and shadows on the water surface, making the entire bathtub look like a dream.

The surrounding air was filled with water vapor, shrouding the figures of the two people, adding a bit of hazy beauty. In this hazy light and shadow, Countess Fiana's graceful figure loomed, making her even more seductive.

Her skin, nourished by the water vapor, was flushed with a slight blush, like a ripe apple, making people want to take a bite.

The window of the room was half-covered, and a breeze blew gently, causing the curtains to flutter gently.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water,洒 on the earth, adding a touch of tranquility and mystery to this night.

However, the two people in the room had no time to care about the beautiful scenery outside the window.

Early the next morning, the morning light shone through the cracks in the curtains, like silk threads,洒 on the bed.

Sauron suddenly opened his eyes, with a trace of undispersed panic still remaining in his eyes. When he saw that the person beside his pillow was Countess Fiana, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, fortunately!" Sauron patted his chest and said, his voice with a lingering sense of relief.

He knew very well that if the person lying beside him was Empress Maria, then it would really be over.

In this mansion, besides him, there were several Saint-level powerhouses staying.

The fluctuations caused by the space teleportation would inevitably escape their senses. If Empress Maria was found to be with him, the complicated relationship between them would be difficult to explain clearly. At that time, a court storm would inevitably be set off, and he did not have the energy to deal with such a situation now.

Just then, Countess Fiana let out a sound and slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were as delicate as flowers with dewdrops in the morning, with a trace of hazy laziness.

She took the initiative to reach out and put her arms around Sauron's neck, with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"So early, don't take a good rest! You worked so hard last night." Her voice was soft and glutinous, with a strong attachment, as if still immersed in the lingering love of last night.

Her hair was scattered on the pillow like a waterfall, intertwined with Sauron's hair, like a picture full of love.

Her body leaned slightly closer to Sauron, and the warmth from the contact of skin made Sauron's heartbeat speed up slightly.

This morning's intimacy made Sauron temporarily forget the worries just now, and indulge in this gentle atmosphere.

Sauron gently patted Countess Fiana's arm and said with a smile: "Dear, I have to get up, there are still many things waiting for me to deal with."

Countess Fiana pouted slightly, and reluctantly let go of her hand, but her eyes were full of understanding and support.