CCXLV. New Year's Eve Carnival

Overly sensuous scenes struck his heart like a potent drug injected directly through a syringe, the plunger fully depressed. After a tingle on his scalp, Liszt had lost all logical thought.

The fashion sense of Dreya was indeed moving, whether it be Goria's V-shaped dress straps and lush gauze revealing her slender curves, or Meredith wrapped in purple lace, her tall, wild legs laid bare.

They were like thunderbolts piercing straight through Liszt's mind.

In the middle, Mo Yutong covered her mouth with one hand and with the other, she shielded the custom-made garment of intertwined straps that made her feel somewhat ashamed.

This was a masterpiece, the pinnacle of art!

Liszt's mouth went dry; he knew he must join them right away.

"Don't get any wild ideas, you're just a shared... Emperor of Rome."

Goria had been given a forewarning and didn't particularly like Liszt. She saw him as merely a tool among sisters, a case of loving the house and its crows.