Magician Online - Chapter 135 A Trap

A captivating turn of events occurs when a charming new character, the wizard Shinji, becomes entwined with the destinies of Alvin, the brave young swordsman, Milis, the enchanting priestess, and Renka, the sultry ranger.

Together, they forge a bond that transcends mere camaraderie, evolving into the epitome of a flawless team.

Yet, hidden from Alvin's unsuspecting gaze, a scintillating secret simmers beneath the surface.

Behind closed doors, Shinji, Milis, and Renka succumb to the intoxicating dance of passion, plunging into a world of unbridled pleasure.

All the while, Alvin remains blissfully unaware of the forbidden desires that play out behind the curtain of their shared adventures.

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Raymond wakes up in an unfamiliar world, inhabiting the body of a 15-year-old boy who shares his name. In this realm, one's profession defines their destiny, but the boy Raymond now embodies had recently failed to awaken any profession, facing a future of obscurity and ridicule. Confused yet determined, Raymond discovers a mysterious system panel exclusive to him. This system grants him the ability to awaken multiple professions, each unlocking unique powers and skills. However, to access these professions, he must complete specific awakening requirements, setting him on a path filled with challenges and quests.Embarking on his journey as an adventurer, Raymond traverses vast landscapes, from enchanted forests to ancient ruins. Along the way, he confronts formidable foes, solves arcane mysteries, and forms bonds with a diverse cast of characters—fellow adventurers, mystical beings, and even former rivals. Each trial not only enhances his abilities but also unravels secrets about the world's hidden truths and the origin of his unique system.Through trials and tribulations, Raymond transforms from a boy deemed a failure into a legendary figure whose actions could reshape the fate of the world. His journey is a testament to resilience, the pursuit of self-discovery, and the profound impact of the connections made along the way.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”