Chapter 52: Transformation of a Young Girl

No man could resist such a temptation!

Through their interactions, Irving found that the young lady before him was not at all pretentious or rash, but rather, she was very gentle. Sometimes, she was like a well-behaved kitten, and at other times, she was like a lamb...

A lamb to the slaughter.

Perhaps this was why she had chosen to become a support healing magician in The Other World Game.

Such women were destined to quietly follow behind a strong man, and naturally, Irving would not miss this "cake" that was being offered to him.

Compared to the bedroom assigned to Vicky, the master bedroom had more space.

Irving tossed Vicky onto the king-sized bed, resulting in a soft squeal. Vicky only felt as if she was lying on a cloud, the bed was so soft.

"Irving, be gentle..."

Like all girls experiencing this for the first time, Vicky was both excited and a little nervous.

At this moment, she was wearing a short skirt and a tight black corset, her breasts seemed to be on the verge of spilling out under the dim room light, making one's blood boil. Her fair legs were tightly clamped together, like a bud waiting to bloom.

Irving gave a slight smile, skillfully removed her corset and unbuttoned her short skirt.

Soon, her fair body appeared before his eyes, only her cheeks were extremely red at this moment. "No..." Vicky was completely flustered now. As Irving's hands kneaded her soft body, a wave of numbness rushed over her, even her voice was so weak.

Gradually, Vicky transitioned from initial nervousness to enjoyment.

She didn't know why, but her delicate hands reached up to wrap around this man's neck and she began kissing him until a huge object entered her body slowly.

Vicky only felt her body tremble, a sudden pain swept over her, making her involuntarily clench her fists. Her delicate nails dug into Irving's back, leaving trails of blood.

"Irving... I..." Vicky seemed to notice something. She wanted to quickly escape from the pain, but found that Irving had firmly held her ankle.

"Relax." Irving said lightly, taking control of the rhythm. From slow and shallow, it gradually became smoother with the continuous lubrication of the body fluids. Then he quickened his pace, even going straight into her vagina core.

On the bed, they intertwined, their bodies continuously colliding, making "slap, slap, slap" sounds. The soft mattress was truly coming into its own at this point.

Unfortunately, a large area of the sheets had been soaked, in addition to the sweat from the intense workout, there were also body fluids that had sprayed out because of climax...

After another round of intense onslaught, Vicky felt as if her body wasn't hers anymore. From her initial lying position, she had now changed to kneeling on the corner of the bed. Her fair and plump buttocks were being spanked, leaving a trail of red marks. She could no longer hold on, her waist was in an S shape, and her upper body weakly fell forward.

"That's enough. I've really had enough." Vicky pleaded, her cheeks flushed.

However, at this moment, Irving revealed a grin on his face, directly supporting the massive object on Vicky's chest with his huge palm, forcibly lifting her.

"No..." Vicky shook her head desperately. She initially wanted to resist, but her body instinctively moved against him, bending her waist even more.

As the thrusting became more intense and deeper, a large amount of body fluids splashed out. Until a muffled roar came, Vicky only felt a hot stream entering her lower abdomen, uncontrollably shaking her body. But a hint of satisfaction appeared on her flushed cheeks.

At this moment, she finally completed her transformation from a girl to a woman!

When this hearty battle ended, it was already past two o'clock in the early morning.

After a whole day of playing in the Other World Game, Irving fell asleep on the bed, holding Vicky.

...

The next morning, when the sun shone through the curtains, Irving finally woke up.

Perhaps it was because of last night, he felt his tiredness wiped out, subconsciously looking at the side, but found Vicky was not there.

At this time, a light footstep came from outside the door.

Vicky came in holding a plate, and in her other hand, a cup of warm milk.

"Irving, get up quickly." Vicky said shyly, then placed the prepared breakfast on the bedside table.

Irving gave a slight smile: "Actually, you didn't have to get up so early this morning."

Last night's battle, as it was Vicky's first time and she had no experience in this aspect, coupled with Irving's strong combat power, almost wrecked her.

"We agreed before that I would handle all the domestic matters since I'm living here." Vicky said.

She had already made up her mind that since she chose this man, she would follow him for the rest of her life.

Because whether in reality or in the game, this man was her only reliance.

After breakfast, Irving glanced at the arrival notice of the second round of disaster.

[Countdown: 05:21:32]

In just over five hours, the second round of disaster would arrive.

Last night, while Irving and Vicky were enjoying the pleasure brought by their physical intimacy, other players in the game were working overnight to build shelters...

"Irving, when are we going to enter the game? Sophia said yesterday that our shelter can't withstand the attack of the second round of disaster." Vicky started to worry.

"She said?" Irving shook his head with a smile. "The shelter is the last line of defense. Once it's destroyed, we'll be in an irretrievable situation. That's because she has no other means and can only rely on the shelter."

In fact, not only Sophia, but the vast majority of players and guilds in the game, put all their energy into upgrading the shelter, yet they did not realize how foolish this behavior was!

"Okay, you should rest in bed for a while. I'll call you when I'm going to enter the game." Irving said, and calmly went to the computer.

He opened the forum and began browsing the trading section.

"Cataclysm Approaching! Dawnlight Guild Urgently Preparing for Battle—Heroic Players Welcome! "

"How to Efficiently Stockpile Resources and Supplies? Share Your Tips! "

"What Are Your Preparations for the Cataclysm? Join the Discussion! "

…

There were countless posts like these. As Irving scrolled down, his eyes suddenly stopped on several posts with the same keyword.

""Public Enemy Number One" has appeared! All players across the server are gathering to hunt down this notorious player! "

"The Will of Blue Star has surprisingly offered a legendary piece of equipment as a bounty... Does anyone know what heinous deeds the player labeled as 'Public Enemy Number One' has committed? "

"High bounty for information on the 'Public Enemy Number One' player! Collecting a large number of 'Tracking Crystals'!"

Irving casually clicked on one of the posts to take a look. It was posted just over half an hour ago, yet there were already hundreds of players signing up to join the hunt for the "Public Enemy Number One".

Seeing how eager the players were for the legendary weapon, Irving couldn't help but laugh, "Seems like no one knows my location yet…"

Although he was bound as the "Public Enemy Number One" and would emit a special energy wave every 24 hours, other players needed to have a [Tracking Crystal] to briefly detect his location.

At least until the second wave of the cataclysm arrived, no players would come knocking at his door. This thought gave Irving some temporary peace of mind.

He continued to browse through the discussion section. The players' focus was split between the impending second wave of the cataclysm and the sudden appearance of the "Public Enemy Number One" player.

Irving left comments under several posts, expressing his desire to join the guilds' "hunt" operations.

As soon as he posted, he received numerous invitations from various guilds.

Little did they know, the "Public Enemy Number One" they were desperately searching for was sitting behind the chat screen.

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When Irving went downstairs, he saw a delivery man holding a large bag of packages. Inside were all the basic materials Sophia had bought from the trading section yesterday to upgrade their shelter.

In the game.

Sophia was sitting atop the arrow tower of the shelter. Outside the walls, a horde of beasts spawned from the altar were lingering, refusing to leave. Her expression grew increasingly grim.

"Just over three hours left, why aren't they here yet!"

Sophia picked up a stone and hurled it towards the wall. An angry beast roar followed, and the sturdy walls were struck violently a few more times.

"Damn, if I knew it would be like this, I might as well have died in the cave…" Sophia sighed repeatedly.

To her, even though the outer wall was covered in thorns, its defenses were too flimsy compared to the shelter built by her family guild.

All the materials bought yesterday were delivered to Irving's house, but he wasn't around to upgrade the shelter.

As time ticked away, the once bright noontime sky darkened gradually.

This was the prelude to the second wave of the cataclysm.

Sophia was anxious and frustrated, but mostly she felt helpless…

"Sophia, we're here!"

Vicky's voice rang out.

Sophia turned to look behind her, and her gaze immediately fell on Irving, who was walking leisurely. The suppressed anger in her heart ignited instantly.