392: With her dragon spear pointing diagonally towards the rest of her life, even a Valkyrie needs a title!

The mahogany door clanged shut behind them, isolating the tipsy jeers and alcohol fumes from the women downstairs.

Su Mo tossed Long Xiya onto the round bed and followed, pressing his body down onto hers.

The mattress sank under their weight, and Long Xiya’s fiery red hair spread out across the bedding.

“Su Mo, you... let go!”

Long Xiya no longer possessed any of her usual battlefield bravery; her golden vertical pupils trembled violently as she pushed against Su Mo’s shoulders with her hands.

She was still wearing her crimson Dragon Scale Armor, the cold, hard scales pressing against Su Mo’s chest, which only heightened his desire for conquest.

“Let go?”

A mischievous smile hung on Su Mo’s lips as his fingers slid along the edge of the armor near her neck, touching a small patch of burning hot skin.

“Great Beauty Long, downstairs just now, your father personally handed you over to me.”

“What, having second thoughts now?”

Su Mo’s other hand accurately grasped her ankle.

She was wearing crimson Combat Boots there, the armor joints exuding a metallic texture.

His movements were swift; his fingers pried open the buckle on the side of the combat boot, preparing to remove the obstructive gear.

“I see you really want to be a ‘Dragon Knight’...”

Long Xiya noticed the movement on her foot and felt utterly humiliated and enraged.

She was the pride of the Long Family, a favored child of Xia, and had never been treated like a doll to be manipulated.

Just as Su Mo was about to take off her first combat boot.

A stream of crimson-gold light suddenly emerged from the void without warning.

“Buzz!”

The heavy Dragon Spear let out a long resonant cry, its tip radiating scorching fire waves as it positioned itself horizontally in front of Su Mo’s groin.

It was barely two centimeters away from the vital spot that determined the happiness of his lower half of life.

The dark red runes on the Dragon Spear flickered, and the high temperature it emitted was nearly enough to burn through Su Mo’s trousers.

Su Mo’s movements froze instantly.

He looked down at the spearhead, sharp enough to pierce Demigod Armor, then looked up at Long Xiya's resolute face.

“Great Beauty Long, are you playing for such high stakes?”

Su Mo's Adam's apple bobbed. Although his playful expression hadn't changed, cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

He had personally witnessed the power of this spear.

If this spear landed, even a golden right kidney probably couldn't save him.

“Su Mo, listen to me.”

Long Xiya’s face was flushed red, but the hand gripping the spear shaft was extremely steady.

She stared into Su Mo’s eyes, her golden pupils filled with arrogance and her last line of defense.

“The contract is signed, and I recognize you as my Liege.”

“But the contract clearly states that you are the Sovereign and I am the Retainer. That is a bond of the soul, not a transaction of the body!”

“You cannot rely on the power of the contract to force me to do something against my will.”

The Dragon Scale Armor plates on Long Xiya’s chest Rose and fell with her rapid breathing, creating a breathtaking curve.

“I, Long Xiya, have lived for over twenty years and have never bowed my head before a man.”

“You saved Kui'er and helped me kill a Demigod. I respect you as a hero, but that doesn't mean you can casually treat me like those... women used to pleasure you.”

Su Mo raised an eyebrow, his hand still resting on her ankle, not daring to move rashly.

“So? You want me to treat you like a Revered Ancestor?”

“I don't care for reverence.”

Long Xiya turned her head away, her voice suddenly softer, carrying a note of stubbornness.

“Since you accepted my family assets and took my contract, I should be your... Proper Wife.”

“I demand a title.”

“You must formally propose with all the traditional rites—the Three Matchmakers and Six Rituals—and legitimately marry me in front of everyone in The Capital.”

“Otherwise, if you dare to force yourself on me today, I will cripple you first, and then kill myself right here on this bed!”

Su Mo was stunned.

He looked at this woman who, despite being so shy she was practically steaming, was still pointing a spear at him and demanding a title.

Why were all these high-status women so headstrong?

The former Elf Captain Irina had also stubbornly demanded that he propose marriage to the Forest Queen.

Long Xiya, noble Daughter of an Aristocratic Family, possessed an inherent reserve and pride that clearly couldn't be erased by simple conquest.

Su Mo rubbed his nose and sighed.

“A title, a title—why are all you women so fixated on these two words?”

“Am I, Su Mo, the kind of person who would abandon someone after seducing them?”

“Hmph, who in The Capital doesn't know about your romantic escapades outside?”

Long Xiya pushed the spear tip forward by one millimeter.

“Lin Wan, Shen Yufu... and even that Fallen Queen, dare you say you didn't harbor impure intentions toward them?”

“My Long Family cannot afford this disgrace.”

“If you want to have me, you must give an explanation to the whole world.”

Su Mo looked at the cold weapon so close to him and suddenly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Alright, alright, you win.”

“Although I, Su Mo, love beautiful women, I also know how to cherish my own woman.”

He moved back slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression growing a bit serious.

“I agree to marry you.”

“Once I finish up with the current affairs, I will personally go to the Long Family to propose marriage, letting everyone in The Capital know that you, Long Xiya, are my woman.”

Hearing this, Long Xiya’s previously tense shoulders finally relaxed.

A flicker of joy passed through her golden vertical pupils, but she quickly suppressed it.

“It seems you know what's good for you...”

The Dragon Spear transformed into a stream of light and re-entered her Sea of Consciousness.

She nervously tugged at the battle armor she was wearing, preparing to flip over and get off the bed.

“Wait.”

Su Mo suddenly reached out and grasped her ankle again.

Long Xiya's body stiffened, and her heart, which had just settled, leaped up again.

“I will give you a title, but that is for the Grand Wedding.”

Su Mo’s eyes sparkled with a teasing, mischievous smile, and his movements were irresistible.

“Right now, you are still my Fiancée, and also my Retainer.”

“Before the wedding, we won't take that final step, but you have to pay some ‘interest’ first, right?”

“What are you doing...”

Before Long Xiya could finish her sentence, she felt a chill on her foot.

Su Mo deftly unbuckled the heavy crimson combat boot.

With the dull thud of the metal armor hitting the floor, a beautiful foot tightly encased in sheer black Stockings was exposed to the air.

Under Long Xiya’s Combat Boots, worn from years of fighting, she was surprisingly wearing Stockings that created an extreme contrast.

Illuminated by the light, the black fabric gave off a hazy beauty, outlining the breathtaking curve of her arch.

Her foot shape was exquisite, slender yet powerful, and her ankles appeared very toned due to years of training.

“Su Mo, you... let go of me!”

Long Xiya was utterly mortified!

She would rather fight the Demon Lord to the death on the battlefield than be... fondled by this man.

The skin, wrapped in the silky texture, transmitted a warmth from his large, thick palm that made her heart flutter.

“Don't move, I'm testing the equipment compatibility.”

Su Mo spoke nonsense with a serious face.

Long Xiya’s body suddenly curled up, her toes restlessly curling under the thin silk fabric, looking like pink pearls.

“Look at these boots of yours, they're all metal, how uncomfortable for your feet?”

Su Mo not only didn't let go but intensified his actions, skillfully starting to remove the other boot.

“As my ‘Dragon Knight,’ you'll have to fight alongside me everywhere in the future, so the comfort of your feet must be guaranteed.”

The moment the second combat boot landed, another section of perfect black curve was displayed before him.

Long Xiya was completely buried in the quilt, and due to shyness, her usually fair neck was tinged with pink.

She bit the corner of the pillow, allowing the man to "misbehave" on her body.

She cursed him as a scoundrel in her heart, yet the subtle sense of intimacy transmitted through the contract prevented her from getting truly angry.

“These Stockings... the quality is mediocre. I’ll get you a few pairs with Attribute Bonuses later.”

Su Mo's finger lightly pinched the soft flesh behind her knee.

Long Xiya let out a soft cry, her golden long hair spread across the bed.

She looked at the man who was enthusiastically 'studying' her... feeling both helpless and strange.

This scoundrel was greedy and lecherous, but the look in his eyes when he agreed to marry her was genuine.

“Have you collected enough interest...”

“What's the rush?”

Su Mo’s mouth curved into a smile.

“Since we can't do the ‘main event,’ let’s talk about... how to build rapport.”

The lights in the bedroom were quietly dimmed amidst Su Mo’s mischievous laughter... The next morning.

When Long Xiya walked out of the room, looking somewhat dazed, she happened to see a group of women waiting by the door.

Rose leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a teasing smile on her lips:

“Oh, our Commander Long, was last night exhausting?”

Irina looked at Long Xiya's slightly swollen red lips and the brand new Stockings of a different style, snorted, but her eyes held a hint of recognizing a "fellow traveler."

Shen Yanbing blushed and quietly asked, “Sister Xiya... Su Mo didn't bully you too much, did he?”

Before Long Xiya could answer, Su Mo’s lazy voice drifted out from inside the room.

“Bullying? Not really. I just taught her how to wear her new equipment.”

Su Mo leisurely walked out, stretching languidly and looking refreshed.

He glanced at the room full of stunning beauties, and a surge of ambition Rose in his heart.

The Contest of Ten Thousand Nations was won, National Destiny was secured, and the Old Ancestors had all backed down.

Now, within Xia, he was truly the Uncrowned King.

“Alright, stop staring at the New Wife here.”

Su Mo clapped his hands and looked at Lin Wan and Shen Yufu.

“The ‘compensation’ from those Aristocratic Family Magnates should have arrived, right?”

“It has arrived.”

Lin Wan pushed up her glasses, regaining her cool, Mature Woman demeanor, though the look in her eyes toward Su Mo held an undeniable heat.

“The assets of the Wang Family and Zhao Family have been seized. The Mythical-grade Materials and Game Currency sent by the other families are enough to fill your villa.”

“Very good.”

A flash of ruthlessness and ambition appeared in Su Mo’s eyes.

“With these things, next...”

“I will initiate the Third Advancement and completely solidify the authority of the Netherworld Cinder Lord!”