The sky gradually darkened, but Selene showed no sign of leaving.

  Draven followed cautiously behind them, keeping his steps close.

  Only Liliana stayed on his side, pouting her lips, looking so cute that Draven couldn't help but reach out and lightly scratch her.

  Since Selene hadn't mentioned leaving, he didn't dare to forcibly send anyone away.

  Outside, the slaves finishing their day's labor gradually returned to the village.

  Several hundred female slaves slowly came into view. Selene's gaze sharpened, as if she could see through their every move.

  Upon entering the village, Selene stopped. Standing in the training ground with a smile on her face, she said she noticed Draven had improved quite a bit and was willing to personally give him some guidance.

  "Guidance?" Draven muttered inwardly."Are you planning to beat me up?"

  He had no idea how he'd offended the lord, but that fake smile on her face was all too familiar.

  It was the same expression she'd worn when scolding Bran and his gang. Now that smile had shifted, and he had become the one being lectured.

  The two stood facing each other on the training ground.

  Draven already knew about the succubus binding oath and wasn't afraid of Selene going all out.

  But her posture made it clear she was serious—not joking around.

  He felt unsure and didn't dare make the first move. He planned to find an excuse to fake some moves, then pretend to fall and lie down. I'm shameless enough; she can't be that cruel to me, right?

  That was his plan, but it didn't go as he intended.

  After standing for a while, Selene noticed he showed no fighting spirit, his face slack and weak, which made her blood boil with anger.

  As the lord, facing a leader-level werewolf lord, she took the initiative to attack. Not only did she strike, but she also used a weapon—a long whip that lashed fiercely toward him.

  Draven let out a startled yell and hurried to dodge.

  But the whip seemed alive, following him relentlessly no matter how he dodged. Watching the werewolf lord scramble and flee in embarrassment, Selene felt extremely satisfied.

  She couldn't harbor murderous intent against the Demon Lord, nor dare to hurt him directly. But she could always try attacking the gaps around him.

  Her eyes flickered with an unusual light as she felt unprecedented enjoyment.

  Poor Draven. The dense whip shadows made it impossible for him to distinguish real from fake.

  Whip marks swept past him, the powerful gusts carrying strong impacts that made each whip shadow feel tangible.

  Viola and Martha watched anxiously as the werewolf lord fled in disarray across the training ground. Liliana was so angry her teeth ground noisily.

  That wicked woman was clearly bullying her werewolf lord! If Viola hadn't pulled her away, she would have transformed into a brown bear and sat Selene down hard.

  After a while, Draven's steps became erratic, his breath rapid. The lord-level pressure combined with the black whip shadows left him completely overwhelmed and off-balance.

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  Selene was obviously picking on him—treating him like a monkey toying with a toy!

  Draven gritted his teeth, thinking of how to find an opportunity to fake surrender and flop down. Suddenly, his ankle tightened, and he silently cursed.

  Sure enough, the whip tip wrapped around his ankle gave a gentle flick, cleverly making him lose his balance. Instinctively, he wanted to activate his levitation technique to stay upright but forced himself to hold back. I was worried about faking surrender, but here's my chance!

  Who knew, the very next second his backside hit the ground, and he let out a sudden roar like being electrocuted, springing up abruptly!

  Opposite him, Selene had already put away her whip and laughed out loud without any concern for her dignity. Her whole body shook with laughter, and even the flesh on her chest bounced.

  Draven had no mood to enjoy it. At that moment, it felt as if his backside had been pierced by a large hole, the pain making him grimace.

  Seeing the werewolf lord rolling on the ground, Viola finally lost patience and hurried over to check on him.

  Martha followed closely behind, while only Liliana clenched her fists and roared as she charged toward Selene.

  Unexpectedly, just as she reached Selene, Selene reached out and gently placed her hand on Liliana's head.

  Liliana suddenly threw a punch, but it was easily dodged by the other party, not even brushing their clothes.

  She tried to transform into a giant bear but was suppressed by an inexplicable force, unable to fully unleash her power.

  Unwilling to admit defeat, Liliana tilted her head, opened her mouth, and fiercely bit down on Selene's hand with her sharp white teeth.

  Selene quickly withdrew her hand, showing a look of helplessness, her eyes filled with a trace of exasperation as she looked at Liliana.

  "Don't worry, he just fell on a sting from a Violet Carpenter Bee. It's nothing serious—he won't die."

  She casually added,"Also, remember to tell him not to think he can challenge the lord just because he's got the Violet Carpenter Bee on his side."

  With that, Selene turned and floated away, her laughter echoing through the air. Causing the Demon Lord a little trouble was a relief for her.

  Draven lay on the bed, groaning in pain, holding the bee sting that Selene had pulled from the tail of the Violet Carpenter Bee at some point.

  Such a tiny thing caused him almost unbearable pain! No wonder lord-level beings didn't want to mess with these bees.

  It wasn't deadly, but the pain was excruciating.

  Viola cautiously pressed the fur soaked in cold water against the werewolf lord's sore backside.

  Even the slightest touch made Draven cry out in pain.

  "That annoying woman!"

  "I'm going to catch her sooner or later and give her a good spanking!"

  Draven cursed loudly, losing all semblance of dignity with his increasingly wild words.

  Liliana's eyes sparkled as she kept giving him advice, and the two of them egged each other on. Somehow, Draven's pain lessened a bit.

  Viola couldn't help but chuckle, exchanging a glance with Martha. Seeing the werewolf lord's spirit recovering, they finally relaxed.

  Draven's naturally loud voice and uninhibited foul language had made the whole village hear his curses clearly.

  Linda sat by the table, troubled enough to almost want to cover her ears. Before her was a stretched-out piece of animal hide, and she hesitated over whether to record his words.

  At Selene's residence, Lydia hadn't seen Selene all day. When she asked Selene's maid, she was told Selene had gone out on some business, but no one knew where exactly.

  Lydia sighed deeply, feeling that her daughter had grown up and become disobedient. She did have something to discuss, so she decided to wait at Selene's place.

  After all, as Selene's aunt, no one could stop her.

  After waiting all night, Selene finally returned just before dawn, smiling lightly.

  As soon as she entered, she saw her aunt waiting there. The smile on her face stiffened, and her eyes flickered nervously.

  Lydia was the person who had raised Selene since childhood.

  Seeing her now, her mood was as complicated as when she herself had gone through puberty.

  "Did you go to the Black Flag Territory?"

  Lydia asked directly. Selene's face flushed slightly, her gaze wavering as she hastily lied,"No, not at all! I was just stretching and testing some mid-level power."

  Having found a suitable excuse, Selene quickly walked toward the bed, pretending to yawn, mumbling,"Aunt, is there something you need?"

  "Nothing, I'm going to rest," Lydia said with a bitter smile, shaking her head. Seeing Selene like this, what else could she say?

  Selene, however, seemed quite happy.

  Lydia watched as Selene covered herself and lay down, pulling the animal hide over her face, and didn't expose her lie.

  She understood Selene's tough nature, but she couldn't stand her teasing.

  As for the succubus skills Selene had refused to learn, Lydia hadn't taught her either—but now it was about time.

  She'd heard there were several women in that Black Werewolf's house...

  Thinking about this, Lydia quietly closed the door behind her, forgetting what she originally intended to discuss with Selene.

  Once her aunt left, Selene lifted the animal hide, her phoenix-like eyes shining brightly, showing no sign of sleepiness.

  But her mind couldn't help recalling the werewolf lord rolling on the training ground, howling in misery, and a faint smile tugged at her lips.