Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The moment Soren saw Countess Fiana, he was startled, but he quickly regained his composure.

He frowned slightly, his voice carrying a hint of heat, as he knowingly asked, "Fiana, what are you doing?"

Having reached the peak of the seventh rank, after the successive breakthroughs of the Gluttony and Lust breathing techniques, he found that his need for these two aspects was becoming greater and greater.

Countess Fiana, however, didn't mind. Her rose petal-like lips curved slightly upward, outlining a charming arc.

"Your Highness, you are truly charming tonight. After the great battle, you are like a triumphant war god, making me unable to resist," she said, running her finger lightly along Soren's chest, her eyes burning with intense desire.

Soren casually grabbed the hem of Fiana's skirt and reached inside.

Going commando!

"Dear Soren, do you know how much I've missed you?" Countess Fiana parted her lips slightly, her voice as melodious as a nightingale, full of temptation.

Her waterfall-like long hair fell on Soren's chest, the itching of the strands causing Soren's heart to tremble slightly.

"Fiana, you are like an elf in the night, suddenly breaking into my dreams," Soren's lips curled upward.

He reached out and gently stroked Fiana's face, his fingers gliding over her delicate skin, bringing a slight shiver.

Fiana moaned softly, her body pressing closer to Soren, her lips close to Soren's ear, breathing softly: "On the battlefield, every time I saw you charging into battle, my heart was in my throat, the fear of losing you almost swallowed me."

Soren hugged her tightly, responding affectionately: "Silly girl, how could I leave you so easily? Every battle I fight is to protect such a beautiful existence as you, for our common future."

Between words, a fiery flame ignited in their eyes, and emotions flooded like a bursting dam.

They quickly intertwined, lips pressed against lips, as if to merge each other into their souls.

Fiana's arms tightly wrapped around Soren's neck, her body embracing Soren tightly, feeling each other's heartbeats and body temperature.

Soren's hand gently rested on Fiana's back, each touch causing Fiana to tremble slightly, the two of them immersed in this sweet and warm atmosphere, forgetting all worries and anxieties, only each other's love permeated in this deep night's tent.

In a deep kiss, their hearts drew closer, as if they were the most precious existence in the world.

The tent was filled with tenderness and affection, and the shallow breathing sounds intertwined, composing a love-filled movement.

They used affectionate eyes and gentle embraces to express their love for each other, blooming their own flower of love in this northern wilderness border, in this place full of war and smoke.

After a long time, the two lay in each other's arms, foreheads touching, their eyes full of love and longing.

Soren gently brushed away the hair on Fiana's forehead that was soaked with sweat, and said softly, "You are my comfort in this cruel war, the softest corner of my heart."

Fiana smiled, tears of happiness flashing in her eyes, and kissed Soren's lips lightly: "You are also my everything. No matter what the future holds, I will live and die with you."

Fiana would never have imagined that on this bed, where she and Soren had just shared passionate moments, another woman had spent intimate time with Soren not long ago.

She was immersed in the joy and love of reuniting with Soren, her eyes only on the man in front of her who fascinated her. "Are you going back after this great victory?" A hint of nervousness was revealed in Fiana's eyes. She was afraid that Soren would leave and return to the power struggles of the imperial capital.

Once Soren returned, it would be difficult for them to meet again in the future. She was really reluctant to part with Soren, especially after experiencing such sweet moments.

Soren looked at her nervous appearance, smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

He reached out and gently pinched Fiana's delicate nose, and said, "With a beauty like you in the Northwest, what reason do I have to leave? This place has our memories, your concern for me, and the unfinished business. Moreover, as long as you are by my side, the Northwest is like paradise to me. How could I be willing to abandon you and return to the cold imperial capital alone?"

His voice was low and magnetic, and every word was like a warm spring breeze, brushing over Fiana's heart, gradually calming her originally nervous heart, and a sweet smile bloomed on her face again.

She even had the confidence to advance the time to reach the Saint Realm by ten years, or even more than ten years.

By then, she would stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world and become an existence to be admired.

This idea emerged in her mind, making her cherish the time with Soren even more, as if Soren was the key to her path to the pinnacle, the most important treasure in her life. She snuggled tightly in Soren's arms, feeling his body temperature, and looked forward to a better future.

Fiana frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes, and whispered: "The family has sent me a message that the news that you have a way to help break through to the Saint Realm has spread throughout the imperial capital. You also know how attractive the Saint Realm is to cultivators.

In addition to the two in the palace, there are many old monsters hidden in the dark who have already set their sights on you. They can do anything to reach the Saint Realm. Do you want to go back to the imperial capital to avoid the limelight? In the imperial capital, with the protection of His Majesty the Emperor and the power of the palace, those people will be somewhat afraid."

When Soren heard this, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he became interested.