The apocalypse is coming, but thankfully I have a harem of paper dolls.

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Taking advantage of the situation, Mizuki Shiranui nimbly leaped backward, temporarily escaping the most dangerous encirclement. She turned around sharply, her gaze instantly locking onto Luo Jiajun, who was standing not far away.

Luo Jiajun stood there steadily, his body in a shooting posture. In his hand, he gripped a simple, silver-gray revolver with a cold metallic sheen—"Redemption"! Faint blue energy embers still lingered around the muzzle, standing out conspicuously against the dim sky.

Meeting the astonished, puzzled, and even slightly inquisitive gaze of Mizuki Shiranui, Luo Jiajun's lips curled up slightly, forming a confident and composed smile.

At this moment, on the scorched earth of the Demon Realm, surrounded by bloodthirsty orcs, in the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, their eyes met. The wariness in Mizuki Shiranui's eyes seemed to melt away slightly by this timely help and that smile.

The bond between the two, transcending time and space, began with their joint battle on the battlefield of the demon realm.

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With Luo Jiajun's gun support, the attack of the demon beastmen, which had been surging forward like a tidal wave, was significantly contained and disintegrated.

boom! boom! boom!

Each deep hum of "Redemption" was accompanied by a condensed beam of azure light tearing through the air and precisely piercing the bodies of those demon beastmen.

With the pressure on Mizuki Shiranui greatly reduced, she was able to use her naginata technique more calmly, and wherever the blade flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The orcs' roars were gradually replaced by terrified howls. They watched their companions fall like wheat being harvested, the precise marksmanship and the white-clad female ninja's terrifying blade completely shattering their bloodthirsty courage.

Finally, after leaving behind dozens of corpses, the remaining orcs let out desperate howls and scattered like stray dogs, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the jagged rocks and pervasive demonic energy, leaving behind only a mess of corpses and the pungent smell of blood, testifying to the brief but fierce encounter that had just taken place.

Mizuki Shiranui let out a soft sigh and shook off the beast blood that stained her naginata. Carrying the sword, she strode toward Luo Jiajun, her gaze not lingering on the orc corpses scattered on the ground, but rather, with a hint of inquiry, landing on the simple, silver-gray revolver in Luo Jiajun's hand, whose barrel still bore faint arcs of electricity.

"I never expected you to be a lightning-type ability user, and with such amazing marksmanship."

Luo Jiajun casually tucked the "Redemption" back into his waistband, a half-joking expression on his face: "You flatter me. Those guys were packed together, it was hard for me to even fire a shot that missed."

He spoke casually, as if the precise massacre he had just carried out was nothing more than a simple act.

Of course, this isn't entirely true. Although Luo Jiajun hadn't specifically trained in marksmanship, his extraordinary physical attributes endowed him with unparalleled stability, dynamic vision, and lightning-fast reflexes. Precise control over every muscle in his body made his hand holding the gun as steady as a rock, allowing him to pull the trigger at the perfect moment.

This innate "gun sense," while not quite on par with Bayonetta's "gun-fu" that combines physical skills, prediction, and magic, is already considered a divine skill by ordinary people and even regular warriors.

"Na."

Suddenly, Mizuki Shiranui extended her hand to Luo Jiajun, a bright smile spreading across her face, radiating the vitality and sincerity unique to young girls. She said, "Anyway, thank you for everything. My name is Mizuki Shiranui, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

Looking at the young girl who had finally let down her guard and was smiling radiantly, even though Luo Jiajun had long been accustomed to the beauties like Archina's allure, Bayonetta's languidness, and Rinko's gentleness, his heart still skipped a beat.

He composed himself, then reached out and grasped the hand that was slightly dusty and sweaty but still strong; it felt warm to the touch.

"Well, my name is Luo Jiajun, and I'm a... traveler who accidentally wandered into the Demon Realm."

Mizuki Shiranui keenly sensed that Luo Jiajun was holding back in his words, but since Luo Jiajun had just helped her and clearly meant no harm, and she wasn't one to pry, she simply withdrew her hand and instead asked:

"What's next? Are you going to stay here?"

As he spoke, the young "Phantom Anti-Demon Ninja" glanced around at the desolate and lifeless scorched earth of the demon realm, his tone filled with undisguised disgust.

Luo Jiajun countered, "And you? You've achieved your goal, shouldn't you be leaving?"

“Of course!” Mizuki Shiranui answered decisively. “My goal was to hunt down that minotaur. Now that it has been defeated, I will naturally return to the human world.”

“That’s perfect.” Luo Jiajun immediately replied, his tone natural. “As a ‘misguided intruder,’ my greatest wish is also to leave this place. Why don’t we travel together and look out for each other?”

After a moment's thought, Mizuki Shiranui found it reasonable. In this perilous Demon Realm, having a powerful companion would indeed make things safer. She nodded and said, "Alright, let's go together then."

So the two of them set off together on their journey home.

In their search for the portal, the two inevitably encountered several more waves of wandering demonic monsters.

But no matter what kind of enemy they were, they were all quickly and effectively eliminated thanks to Luo Jiajun's precise "Redemption" shots and the sharp naginata of Mizuki Shiranui.

This experience of fighting alongside Mizuki Shiranui, facing danger together, and helping each other on numerous occasions, acted as the most effective catalyst, quickly bringing the two closer together.

Along the way, their conversations gradually shifted from initial politeness to a more natural and casual tone.

Discovering that Luo Jiajun was not only reliable in strength but also quite witty in conversation, Mizuki Shiranui's impression of Luo Jiajun improved more and more.

A few days later, finally, in a canyon crevice where energy was chaotic, the two found a portal emitting a faint glow.

As they passed through the portal, the familiar scent of grass and fresh air filled their nostrils, bringing a sense of relief to both of them. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns that contrasted sharply with the deathly gloom of the demon realm.

Back in the human world, Mizuki Shiranui looked at Luo Jiajun: "What are your plans now? Where are you going?"

Luo Jiajun had already prepared his explanation, and shrugged, saying:

"I'm a traveler, you know, so naturally the next step is to travel the world and go wherever I want."

As Mizuki Shiranui looked at Luo Jiajun, she thought of the help he had given her in the Demon Realm, as well as the strength and character he had displayed, and suddenly a thought struck her.

Her family, the Shuicheng Clan, has always valued talent, especially those with special abilities and reliable character.

After a moment's hesitation, she extended an invitation to Luo Jiajun:

"If you don't have a specific destination in mind for the time being, how about... coming back to the ancestral land of our Water City clan with me for a rest? Consider it a way of thanking you for helping me in the Demon Realm. Please give me this opportunity to treat you well."

Her words were sincere, carrying the frankness of a young girl.

This was exactly what Luo Jiajun wanted to hear, so he immediately agreed:

"Then I shall accept your offer. Thank you for taking me in."

And so, Mizuki Shiranui led Luo Jiajun through dense forests, and after a long journey, they arrived at a tranquil village hidden among the mountains.

In this small village, ancient wooden buildings are built against the mountainside in a staggered and orderly manner, and the air is filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance, creating a peaceful atmosphere of seclusion.

This is the ancestral home of the Water City clan.

As the most outstanding genius girl of the Mizuki clan in this generation, Mizuki Shiranui's return would naturally attract attention within the clan, let alone the fact that she brought back a strange young man. This matter immediately drew the attention of the clan elders and seniors.

After learning that Luo Jiajun had helped Mizuki Shiranui escape danger multiple times in the Demon Realm and possessed powerful "lightning-type superpowers" and accurate marksmanship, several highly respected elders of the Mizuki clan secretly observed Luo Jiajun and even conducted some tests. They quickly confirmed that Luo Jiajun was indeed reliable and had considerable strength.

Therefore, several respected elders secretly conspired and began to plot against Luo Jiajun:

Looking for a son-in-law!

Although the Mizuki clan is a renowned ninja family, they still need fresh blood. Since there are always more women than men among the anti-demon ninja, finding a husband is a common practice in these families. Luo Jiajun's demonstrated potential makes him an excellent candidate. More importantly, he and Mizuki Shiranui have been through life and death together, and they already share a bond.

When the elders privately revealed this intention to Mizuki Shiranui, the valiant young ninja showed neither resistance nor aversion. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

On the one hand, she was indeed very impressed with Luo Jiajun. He was handsome, strong, and reliable in times of crisis, which perfectly matched her potential expectations for a partner. On the other hand, she had been raised by her family since childhood and knew the close connection between family interests and personal choices. She was not the kind of ingrate who only knew how to take family resources but refused to take on corresponding responsibilities and shouted empty slogans of "free love".

Being able to recruit such a powerful ally for the family, and at the same time, someone she doesn't dislike and even quite likes, is not something she finds hard to accept.

For Luo Jiajun, this was simply the perfect script brought to him by the Dream Mirror.

His goal in entering the dream was to establish a deep bond with Mizuki Shiranui, and now that he could naturally become Mizuki Shiranui's husband, it was exactly what he wanted.

Thus, with the encouragement of the elders of the Shuicheng clan and the tacit consent of the two parties involved, a simple yet solemn traditional wedding was soon held in the ancestral land of the Shuicheng clan.

The candlelight flickered, and the music played melodiously.

Dressed in traditional attire, Luo Jiajun and Shuicheng Shiranui completed the ceremony in the presence of their clansmen, officially becoming husband and wife. Their predestined relationship, born in a dream, blossomed and bore fruit at this moment in the ancestral land of the Shuicheng clan.

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Upon arriving at Shuicheng Village, an ancient village nestled deep in the mountains of Northeast China, Luo Jiajun immediately sensed a tranquil seclusion. The wooden houses were built against the mountainside, with wind chimes hanging from the eaves, tinkling softly in the breeze; the stone paths meandered, with moss growing in the cracks; the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, the scent of earth, and the faint aroma of incense.

The villagers here are dressed in simple or traditional clothing, and their words and actions exude a sense of composure and order from a bygone era. Time seems to flow exceptionally slowly here, and everything is immersed in an ancient and tranquil atmosphere.

However, Luo Jiajun never expected that this "ancient" tradition would permeate the local customs so thoroughly.

He and Mizuki Shiranui, who met and fought side by side in the perilous Demon Realm, returned to the Shiranui clan only a short time ago, and just like characters in old-fashioned folk tales, skipped the dating stage and directly entered the hall of marriage with the matchmaking of their elders and the tacit consent of both parties.

There were no romantic moments, no lengthy periods of adjustment or testing; it was as if their shared experience of life and death in the Demon Realm, and the strength and character they displayed to each other, formed the most solid foundation. This rapid progress stirred a strange ripple in Luo Jiajun's heart—could this be the destiny woven by the "Mirror of Dreams"?

This is a bit too... direct.

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Red candles burned brightly, illuminating the meticulously decorated bridal chamber. The lingering scent of incense from the wedding ceremony mingled with the night dew and the fragrance of plants drifting in from outside the window.

Mizushiro Shiranui sat gracefully on the tatami mat covered with a clean white mattress. Her pure white Japanese wedding dress made her skin look even whiter than snow. Her usual heroic and spirited temperament was softened by this solemn attire, revealing an unprecedented gentleness and tranquility.

Her long, black hair was carefully styled and adorned with traditional flower hairpins, with a few strands gently falling beside her cheeks. She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes casting small shadows in the candlelight, and her cheeks were flushed with the shy blush unique to a bride.

Luo Jiajun stood before Shuicheng Shiranui, his gaze tenderly falling on his newlywed wife, his heart filled with countless emotions.

Then Luo Jiajun approached, sat down next to his wife, and said softly:

"I never imagined... that we would become husband and wife like this."

Luo Jiajun's voice carried a touch of dreamlike emotion, as well as a heavy sense of cherishing this extraordinary encounter.

Upon hearing this, Mizuki Shiranui raised her head. Her bright eyes, illuminated by the candlelight, resembled water-filled obsidian. She smiled gently, her voice much softer than usual:

"Although it was a bit... hasty, but... Anada (darling), you didn't refuse, did you?"

As she spoke, Mizuki Shiranui's gaze was honest yet tinged with inquiry, as if she were confirming her husband's feelings.

Luo Jiajun smiled, a warm and sincere smile that dispelled the last trace of restraint in the bridal chamber. He reached out and gently took the hand of Shuicheng Shiranui, which was resting on her lap; the touch was cool and delicate.

"Refuse? Ha, it's my honor to marry a wife like Shiranui. You're so gentle and virtuous, capable in the kitchen and on the battlefield, and what's more... so beautiful. I'm overjoyed, how could I possibly refuse?"

This straightforward praise made Mizuki Shiranui's heart skip a beat, and a sweet, warm current instantly flowed through her body.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her smile, like spring flowers in bloom, dispelled all her shyness, leaving only the joy of being praised by her husband.

She gave Luo Jiajun a reproachful look, her eyes sparkling with girlish charm: "I didn't realize, Anada... that you could be so glib."

Even so, the upturned corners of her mouth and the smile in her eyes betrayed her inner enjoyment.

Looking at her bright smile, Luo Jiajun felt a surge of warmth in his heart. Inside the bridal chamber, red candles flickered, a warm fragrance wafted through the air, and his beloved was by his side, her eyes sparkling; the atmosphere had reached its most enchanting moment.

So, Luo Jiajun slowly moved closer to Mizuki Shiranui, his warm breath gently brushing against his wife's smooth cheek.

Luo Jiajun's gaze was deep and fixed on Mizuki Shiranui's eyes, which were filled with shyness and expectation. His voice was low and seductive as he spoke meaningfully:

"I have an even more 'smooth talker' side, want to experience it?"

"..." Mizuki Shiranui's heart suddenly raced, like a drumbeat.

She understood the blatant implication in those words, and her cheeks instantly turned as red as ripe apples, even her small earlobes were tinged with crimson.

Then she pursed her lips slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering rapidly like startled butterfly wings, but she neither flinched nor refused, remaining silent as shyness and anticipation silently spread within her. This silent consent was more captivating than any words.

Without further hesitation, Luo Jiajun gently cupped his wife's burning cheeks in his hands, his fingertips feeling the smoothness and warmth of her skin. His gaze lingered on Mizuki Shiranui's rosy lips for a moment, then he slowly lowered his head and covered those soft and fragrant cherry lips with his own.

At first, it was just a gentle touch, like a feather brushing against a petal, carrying a sense of tentative exploration and cherishing.

Mizuki Shiranui's body stiffened slightly, then slowly relaxed under Luo Jiajun's gentle guidance. She responded awkwardly, her tightly closed teeth gently opening as Luo Jiajun's tongue patiently tapped them open.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths mingling, and an unprecedented, dizzying sweetness and thrill instantly swept over them. Luo Jiajun's kiss deepened, becoming passionate and possessive, as if he wanted to meld Mizuki Shiranui into his own body.

Mizuki Shiranui, who had initially been passively enduring the situation, began to respond clumsily and cautiously, her hands unconsciously climbing up Luo Jiajun's broad back, her fingertips slightly curled.

The red candles burned silently, their wax dripping and pooling on the candlesticks. The temperature in the bridal chamber seemed to rise with each lingering kiss. Their breaths became rapid and hot.

After an unknown amount of time, their lips reluctantly parted, leaving a trail of saliva. Mizuki Shiranui's eyes were glazed, her chest heaving, her slightly swollen lips adding to her allure. Luo Jiajun's eyes burned with a fiery passion; no longer content with the lingering kiss, his hands began to roam over his wife's body.

His long, slender fingers, seemingly possessing a magical quality, deftly untied the ribbons of his wife's elaborate wedding dress. Layer upon layer of white fabric were gently peeled away like flower petals, revealing an equally white undergarment that accentuated her figure even more.

Mizuki Shiranui's body trembled slightly, shyly wanting to curl up, but driven by a stronger desire from the depths of her body, she slightly puffed out her chest, as if making a silent invitation.

When the last layer of restraint was removed, Mizuki Shiranui's young and vibrant body was finally revealed to Luo Jiajun without reservation.

The candlelight streamed across her smooth, delicate skin, outlining breathtaking curves. Her full breasts stood proudly erect, the nipples like newly blossoming buds, subtly rising in the cool air. Her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, descending to a sudden, blossoming fullness and firmness in her hips, forming a perfect pear shape. Her long, straight legs were pressed together, conveying both girlish shyness and a sense of strength.

Luo Jiajun's breath hitched, his eyes filled with amazement and fascination.

He sighed softly, leaned down, and buried his face deeply in those two maddeningly soft mounds. Like an infant thirsting for rain, he greedily sucked and licked the buds at their tips, skillfully teasing them with his tongue.

The warm touch and intense stimulation caused Mizuki Shiranui to tremble violently, and uncontrollable, soft, and sweet moans escaped her lips: "Mmm... Anada... Ah..."

Her body became burning hot, and a strange, surging heat surged wildly from deep within her lower abdomen, quickly overwhelming her reason.

Her hands unconsciously slipped into Luo Jiajun's hair, sometimes pressing hard, sometimes trying to push away the overly intense stimulation, but in the end she just held on tightly, like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

Luo Jiajun's lips and tongue lingered on her chest, leaving traces and red marks. His other hand was not idle either, covering the other fullness, feeling its amazing elasticity, and kneading the sensitive tip with his fingertips, bringing a double, crazy wave.

As the intense stimulation left Mizuki Shiranui feeling weak and disoriented, one of her soft hands unconsciously slid down, and with curiosity and instinct, touched Luo Jiajun's already erect and rock-hard member.

The astonishing size and heat made her fingertips tremble, as if she had been burned and wanted to pull them back, but Luo Jiajun's large hand gently pressed down on them, guiding her to awkwardly grasp the scalding root.

"Ugh..." Feeling the pulsation and hardness of the giant object in her hand, Mizuki Shiranui let out a muffled whimper, and a stronger emptiness and longing surged from the depths of her body.

Luo Jiajun knew the time had come. He temporarily released the intoxicating softness, raised his head, and his eyes burned with fire.

He supported Mizuki Shiranui's supple waist, gently helping her lie down on the tatami mat covered with a clean white mattress. Mizuki Shiranui obediently lay down, gazing at her husband with hazy eyes, filled with complete trust and surrender.

The next second, Luo Jiajun gently lifted Mizuki Shiranui's long, straight legs, placing them on his broad shoulders. This position revealed Mizuki Shiranui's most secret valley to him without reservation.