If anyone doubted the possibility of someone having such a great talent for flipping skirts and tugging stockings, there was only one answer: Andrew Lloyd, the Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family, could do anything! The Moonlit Apothecary had finally quieted down. Andrew glanced at the sky, deciding against reopening for the day. Shutting the grand doors, he prepared to head back to the Moonlit Sanctuary. "Dr. Lloyd! Thank goodness you're still here. I wouldn't have known where to find you otherwise!" A young boy, out of breath, rushed up to the doors of the medical center. Spotting Andrew, his face lit up with relief. Andrew studied the boy and asked, "Who are you? Do you need something?" The boy, no older than thirteen or fourteen, looked sharp and clever. He quickly responded, "Dr. Lloyd, sir, I'm from the Aicker family. I'm Dr. Aicker's youngest apprentice, and Francesca is my senior." Andrew nodded in realization, smiling. "Ah, so you're Fran's junior. What's
Simon's expression turned dark. "Do you think I wanted this? If I didn't trick you into drinking this Enthralling Essence, would you ever willingly give yourself to me?" Before Francesca could respond, Simon's face twisted with rage as he shouted, "No! Your heart is full of that Andrew Lloyd, that useless pretty boy!" "I just don't get it," he continued, his voice filled with frustration. "Compared to me, your childhood companion, what is Andrew anyway? He's nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man!" Francesca swallowed hard, her throat burning as if flames were licking up from within her. She was wearing a cropped white T-shirt and tight jeans, but under the effects of the Enthralling Essence, she felt an uncontrollable urge to remove her clothes. Yet, in the last moments of clarity, her rational mind forced her to stop. "Andrew would never stoop to your level, doing something so vile and disgusting to his own junior! And now that you've hurt my grandfather, Simon, I swear I'll
Simon retorted with disdain, "What right do I have? It's because I, Simon Gaal, managed to get rid of this useless trash all by myself! "He's nothing but a sweet-talker and pretty face who won over the hearts of young women like Fran and Lauren. Even a hundred Andrews wouldn't be a match for a real man like me!" Simon scoffed and laughed aloud. "As for the so-called skills in medicine that you and Fran claim he has, it's all because of your personal bias toward him that you're willing to make those unbelievable claims! How can a youngster like Andrew achieve anything at his age? Even if he started studying medicine from the moment he was conceived in his mother's womb, it's still far from enough. "Meanwhile, I grew up in a conducive environment since I was a kid and learned in various medical fields. Furthermore, I have learned from the forbidden techniques in your secret chamber. Before me, Andrew is nothing but a bug. He should thank his lucky stars he's not here right now. If
"No, I can't hold it anymore. Francesca, you're mine, and mine alone…" With a guttural roar, like a wild beast, Simon lunged forward. Francesca silently screamed in her mind, "No!" Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. At that moment, she recalled the time when she was still afflicted with her condition, a state that had made her incapable of intimacy. Back then, she had been grateful when Andrew had cured her, giving her the chance to experience love and the hope of family life. But at that moment, she regretted it. If this was how it would all end, Francesca wished she had remained the way she was—untouched, and unable to be violated. Suddenly, the solid wooden wall of the grand hall exploded into splinters. Andrew stepped through the debris, lowering his leg, his face dark and menacing. "Stripping down naked in broad daylight and drugging your junior? Simon, are you performing some avant-garde performance art here?" Andrew sneered as he moved to block Franc
Simon crossed his arms, fists flying with ferocity, his face twisted with rage. Andrew's eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto him. With one hand, Andrew intercepted Simon's strike mid-air and grabbed his throat with a vice-like grip. Two powerful punches—one to Simon's nose and another to his crown—left Simon screaming in agony, blood spraying from his face. His nose was broken, and crimson streams poured freely, choking him with every breath. "Andrew, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Simon roared in desperation, trying to activate his dark art. But no matter how he tried, his body refused to respond. His meridians felt frozen, immovable, and powerless against Andrew's crushing grip. Andrew sneered. "Aren't you the one who loves stripping and behaving like a beast? Fine, I'll help you fulfill that desire—make you a 'man' who will never stop. Let's see how long you last before you burn out." A cold, glinting silver needle appeared in Andrew's palm. His hand move
Simon let out a sharp cry, tumbling across the ground as blood spurted from his mouth. His entire body trembled in fear, his mind on the verge of collapse. He could not believe how vast the difference in strength between him and Andrew actually was. The dark arts he had been so proud of, along with his ambush using deadly poison powder, had not even made a dent. On the contrary, if Cedric had not spoken up on his behalf out of their old ties, Simon was sure he would already be dead by now. As luck would have it, a cab happened to drive by. Simon threw the door open, jumped inside, and barked, "Drive!" The driver stared at him in shock. "Dude, are you practicing for Halloween? Why are you covered in blood?" Simon's face contorted with pain, and he roared, "Are you going or not? One more word and I'll take you out with one strike!" Terrified, the driver slammed on the gas and sped off. … Meanwhile, back at the Aicker residence, chaos erupted. Cedric's apprentices had been r
Before Andrew realized it, Francesca had torn off every piece of clothing, including her underwear. The rough force she used left faint red marks on her smooth, fair skin. Yet, Francesca seemed oblivious to the pain, writhing in his arms as sweat glistened on her flushed body. Andrew knew they were out of time. If she did not find relief soon, the consequences would be dire. Taking a deep breath, he muttered apologetically, "Sorry, Fran!" Then, he scooped her up and hurried toward her bedroom. Francesca's warm breath tickled his ear as her eyes shimmered with desire. "Andrew, I don't blame you… I want this. I want… to give myself to you," she whispered between ragged breaths, her voice filled with anticipation. … Meanwhile, Simon's escape led him to a gated mansion on the outskirts of Jayrodale's wealthy district. He staggered toward the entrance, only to be blocked by a scowling security guard. "Get lost, freak! Who the hell do you think you are?" the guard barked, ey
"I'm sorry, Andrew, but I can't marry you!" Christina Stevens declared coldly in the CEO's office of Stevens Corporation. She sat behind her desk, looking elegant in a black lace dress, her demeanor icy and aloof. Across from her sat a handsome man in modest attire. Andrew Lloyd could not believe what he was hearing and asked, "Christie, what do you mean? What happened to the promise between us?" They had agreed to tie the knot on the day Stevens Corporation went public, marking the end of their three-year courtship. "Since we've been dating each other, I'll be frank," Christina replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her stunning features exuded grace and beauty with every movement. "Andrew, don't you think the gap between us has grown too wide? It's like we're from different worlds now. Forcing this relationship won't do you any good. For me, it would be… a burden." A burden? Andrew was stunned, never expecting Christina to say such a thing. If it had not
Before Andrew realized it, Francesca had torn off every piece of clothing, including her underwear. The rough force she used left faint red marks on her smooth, fair skin. Yet, Francesca seemed oblivious to the pain, writhing in his arms as sweat glistened on her flushed body. Andrew knew they were out of time. If she did not find relief soon, the consequences would be dire. Taking a deep breath, he muttered apologetically, "Sorry, Fran!" Then, he scooped her up and hurried toward her bedroom. Francesca's warm breath tickled his ear as her eyes shimmered with desire. "Andrew, I don't blame you… I want this. I want… to give myself to you," she whispered between ragged breaths, her voice filled with anticipation. … Meanwhile, Simon's escape led him to a gated mansion on the outskirts of Jayrodale's wealthy district. He staggered toward the entrance, only to be blocked by a scowling security guard. "Get lost, freak! Who the hell do you think you are?" the guard barked, ey
Simon let out a sharp cry, tumbling across the ground as blood spurted from his mouth. His entire body trembled in fear, his mind on the verge of collapse. He could not believe how vast the difference in strength between him and Andrew actually was. The dark arts he had been so proud of, along with his ambush using deadly poison powder, had not even made a dent. On the contrary, if Cedric had not spoken up on his behalf out of their old ties, Simon was sure he would already be dead by now. As luck would have it, a cab happened to drive by. Simon threw the door open, jumped inside, and barked, "Drive!" The driver stared at him in shock. "Dude, are you practicing for Halloween? Why are you covered in blood?" Simon's face contorted with pain, and he roared, "Are you going or not? One more word and I'll take you out with one strike!" Terrified, the driver slammed on the gas and sped off. … Meanwhile, back at the Aicker residence, chaos erupted. Cedric's apprentices had been r
Simon crossed his arms, fists flying with ferocity, his face twisted with rage. Andrew's eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto him. With one hand, Andrew intercepted Simon's strike mid-air and grabbed his throat with a vice-like grip. Two powerful punches—one to Simon's nose and another to his crown—left Simon screaming in agony, blood spraying from his face. His nose was broken, and crimson streams poured freely, choking him with every breath. "Andrew, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Simon roared in desperation, trying to activate his dark art. But no matter how he tried, his body refused to respond. His meridians felt frozen, immovable, and powerless against Andrew's crushing grip. Andrew sneered. "Aren't you the one who loves stripping and behaving like a beast? Fine, I'll help you fulfill that desire—make you a 'man' who will never stop. Let's see how long you last before you burn out." A cold, glinting silver needle appeared in Andrew's palm. His hand move
"No, I can't hold it anymore. Francesca, you're mine, and mine alone…" With a guttural roar, like a wild beast, Simon lunged forward. Francesca silently screamed in her mind, "No!" Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. At that moment, she recalled the time when she was still afflicted with her condition, a state that had made her incapable of intimacy. Back then, she had been grateful when Andrew had cured her, giving her the chance to experience love and the hope of family life. But at that moment, she regretted it. If this was how it would all end, Francesca wished she had remained the way she was—untouched, and unable to be violated. Suddenly, the solid wooden wall of the grand hall exploded into splinters. Andrew stepped through the debris, lowering his leg, his face dark and menacing. "Stripping down naked in broad daylight and drugging your junior? Simon, are you performing some avant-garde performance art here?" Andrew sneered as he moved to block Franc
Simon retorted with disdain, "What right do I have? It's because I, Simon Gaal, managed to get rid of this useless trash all by myself! "He's nothing but a sweet-talker and pretty face who won over the hearts of young women like Fran and Lauren. Even a hundred Andrews wouldn't be a match for a real man like me!" Simon scoffed and laughed aloud. "As for the so-called skills in medicine that you and Fran claim he has, it's all because of your personal bias toward him that you're willing to make those unbelievable claims! How can a youngster like Andrew achieve anything at his age? Even if he started studying medicine from the moment he was conceived in his mother's womb, it's still far from enough. "Meanwhile, I grew up in a conducive environment since I was a kid and learned in various medical fields. Furthermore, I have learned from the forbidden techniques in your secret chamber. Before me, Andrew is nothing but a bug. He should thank his lucky stars he's not here right now. If
Simon's expression turned dark. "Do you think I wanted this? If I didn't trick you into drinking this Enthralling Essence, would you ever willingly give yourself to me?" Before Francesca could respond, Simon's face twisted with rage as he shouted, "No! Your heart is full of that Andrew Lloyd, that useless pretty boy!" "I just don't get it," he continued, his voice filled with frustration. "Compared to me, your childhood companion, what is Andrew anyway? He's nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man!" Francesca swallowed hard, her throat burning as if flames were licking up from within her. She was wearing a cropped white T-shirt and tight jeans, but under the effects of the Enthralling Essence, she felt an uncontrollable urge to remove her clothes. Yet, in the last moments of clarity, her rational mind forced her to stop. "Andrew would never stoop to your level, doing something so vile and disgusting to his own junior! And now that you've hurt my grandfather, Simon, I swear I'll
If anyone doubted the possibility of someone having such a great talent for flipping skirts and tugging stockings, there was only one answer: Andrew Lloyd, the Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family, could do anything! The Moonlit Apothecary had finally quieted down. Andrew glanced at the sky, deciding against reopening for the day. Shutting the grand doors, he prepared to head back to the Moonlit Sanctuary. "Dr. Lloyd! Thank goodness you're still here. I wouldn't have known where to find you otherwise!" A young boy, out of breath, rushed up to the doors of the medical center. Spotting Andrew, his face lit up with relief. Andrew studied the boy and asked, "Who are you? Do you need something?" The boy, no older than thirteen or fourteen, looked sharp and clever. He quickly responded, "Dr. Lloyd, sir, I'm from the Aicker family. I'm Dr. Aicker's youngest apprentice, and Francesca is my senior." Andrew nodded in realization, smiling. "Ah, so you're Fran's junior. What's
Andrew unexpectedly felt a wet sensation on his hand. For a brief moment, a wave of desire threatened to consume him, but just as quickly, his unwavering self-discipline took over, and he stopped himself. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Andrew asked softly, withdrawing his hand and planting a gentle kiss on Lauren's forehead. "You're so annoying!" Lauren pouted, playfully hitting Andrew's chest with her delicate fist. Her legs still felt weak, and a strange sensation lingered in the center of her being—a feeling she'd never experienced before. It was unfamiliar but irresistibly enticing. Andrew chuckled apologetically. "Maybe it's because I finally let go of some old emotional baggage. I couldn't help myself. If you weren't ready, I wouldn't have done anything to push you." Lauren's heart swelled with joy. Andrew's desire for her, his willingness to claim her entirely, meant that she was now the only woman in his heart. The shadow of the past—her rival, Christ
Andrew held Lauren's delicate hand tightly and said with conviction, "Now, I've found someone I truly care about. Everything in the past is behind me—it's gone for good." Lauren's cheeks flushed red in an instant. With Francesca still present, she felt shy and tried to pull her hand away. But Andrew tightened his grip and gave a gentle tug, pulling Lauren toward him. "Ah!" Lauren exclaimed softly, falling into Andrew's arms. Before she could react, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist, holding her close. A shiver ran through Lauren's body like an electric current, leaving her feeling weak and her ears burning red. She stammered softly, "Dr. Lloyd, y-you… don't do this. Fran is still here. Let go!" Andrew chuckled. "No, I don't want to." Francesca, sitting nearby, felt a pang of discomfort as she watched the two of them so intimately close. Her heart felt hollow and uneasy. Yet at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment. She no