After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 39 Counterattack

After Lamia fell asleep, she leaned against Tom's arms lovingly. "Lamia, how strong do I have to be to keep you here forever?"

After Tom put Lamia on the bed, he walked out of the room quietly. Lamia, who should have been asleep on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes. She didn't know where Tom had gone, but this was her chance.

Lamia held her dizzy head. She was indeed drunk, but she just didn't show it as obviously.

Lamia staggered to the ground, took out the hidden thing from under the bed, and poured it into her mouth. It was so bitter that tears came out. She almost suspected that the Phoenix Tears sold to her by the boss were expired, otherwise why would they taste like this, just like the smell of Ron's stinky socks.

After a while, Lamia felt something inside her body break free from its shackles, and her lower abdomen felt hot, as if something was flowing.

"Clean it up." Lamia tentatively cast a small spell on herself, and her messy hair moved on its own, gradually becoming neat, and even the wine stains on her clothes disappeared.

Lamia was now truly certain that her magic power had been completely restored, but the potential crisis was not resolved - she didn't know the reason why her magic power disappeared, and she could lose it again at any time.

"Who is it?" Lamia frantically recalled everyone she knew, even classmates she met for the first time.

"Lamia? Why are you up?"

Just as Lamia was stunned, Tom suddenly pushed open the door and walked in with a glass of lemonade in his hand.

"Lie to me again."

Tom approached slowly, his shoes clacking against the floor. "Now that you're awake, drink this."

Tom had no expression on his face. The light from above shone on his face, outlining his perfect jawline and his eyes that flickered.

"Okay." Lamia took the cup, took a sip, and spit it out immediately. You can imagine how unpalatable a cup of unsweetened lemonade is.

"Don't spit it out. Swallow it all." Tom pinched Lamia's chin and forced her to swallow the lemonade in her mouth.

"That's enough, Tom." Lamia grabbed his wrist and pulled hard, easily breaking free from Tom's grip.

"Lamia, your magic power has recovered." Tom seemed to have known it for a long time, and even smiled and clapped his hands.

"So, Tom, you are no longer qualified to tell me what to do." Lamia pushed Tom onto the bed and stepped hard on his head with her black high heels, but unexpectedly, Tom didn't even dodge. He just watched with a smile on his face as Lamia's foot landed next to his head.

"Don't you see the situation clearly? Why don't you hide?" Lamia pinched Tom's neck hard until his face turned red, and then she let go.

"Are you happy? That's how you treated me before." Lamia looked at Tom coughing awkwardly and smiled viciously.

"I'm so happy, Lamia, I like you doing this." The satisfaction on Tom's face was almost overflowing, and his eyes were wide open.

Lamia froze.

At this moment, Tom seized the opportunity and pulled Lamia down on the bed. "Lamia, this time it's your turn to take the initiative."

Lamia's nose was pressed against Tom's lips, and the warmth from them made her rub it involuntarily.

And Tom's next action made her want to run away - he actually opened his mouth and licked her nose.

"What are you doing?" Lamia climbed up from him, touching her wet nose, feeling a little at a loss. No one had ever dared to do this before.

"That's so cute, I can't help it." Tom blinked innocently. He had thrown his coat aside long ago. The collar was wide open, revealing his skin underneath.

Lamia turned her head away. "Put your clothes on."

"Don't you like it?" Tom deliberately widened his collar, revealing the strong muscles on his chest and something red somewhere.

"Lamia, do you want to touch it?" Tom pulled Lamia's fingers and moved them towards himself. "You are the first one."

"Don't do that." Lamia broke away.

"You are really different now. I am very unhappy." Tom lowered his head, exposing his white neck to Lamia.

She stared almost intently, unable to look away.

Lamia then realized that her bloodthirsty instinct was linked to magic.

"So that's how it is. Then come and drink it." Tom chuckled and pushed open the collar on the side of his shirt. The throbbing blood vessels exuded a fatal temptation.

No! Don't believe him!

Lamia screamed wildly in her heart, but her gradually shrinking pupils and slowly extending fangs showed that her desire was almost uncontrollable.

"Don't resist, Lamia, I agree to you doing this to me." Tom led Lamia step by step to relax her guard, his hand wandering around Lamia's neck, ready to help her one last time at any time.

Lamia felt as if she was walking on cotton, feeling dizzy all over, and her eyes were filled with Tom, who was emitting a charming scent.

"Come on, Lamia, you're hungry."

Tom's voice kept ringing in Lamia's ears, like the whisper of a devil.

Finally, Lamia couldn't suppress her surging desire, and threw herself on Tom, sucking on his neck obsessively.

"Good girl, you did a great job." Tom kept stroking Lamia's head with his hand.

When Lamia regained consciousness, she discovered that the magic power in her body was rapidly dissipating. She looked at her hands in horror. So this is what it was like.

She suddenly looked at Tom who was lying on the other side. He was still sleeping, as if he had consumed too much last night.

"Tom, you'd better not know." Lamia used up the last bit of magic to turn Tom on the bed into a snake.

"This is your punishment, Tom, enjoy it." Lamia felt happy. She couldn't kill Tom, but she could play with him.

The little snake on the bed seemed to have sensed something and slowly opened its dark eyes.

Lamia lowered her head, "Tom, do you hate me now? Hahaha, you really want to kill me, right?" Lamia was happier when she thought about how angry Tom would be.

But the black snake just stuck out its tongue and climbed up her arm until it stopped at her shoulder. Lamia heard a slight sound in her ears, accompanied by the touch of the snake's delicate and cold scales.

It's Tom, he's rubbing Lamia.

Lamia then realized that Tom was not angry at all. Instead, he was really enjoying what she said.

"Tom, just wait, I have plenty of ways to deal with you." Lamia felt that she had just been deceived by Tom. He wished to stay with her forever. Now that he had turned into a snake, Lamia couldn't move him away for a while - even if she got rid of him, he would crawl up again.

"Come on, Tom."

Tom's increasingly bold actions made the sensitive Lamia difficult to adapt.

She grabbed the snake's head and pulled the crawling Tom out of her chest. She looked into his dark eyes and said, "Can you be a little more honest?"

Tom, who had turned into a snake, had no intention of paying any attention to Lamia and just went into her arms. However, his scales were so smooth that Lamia kept slipping out of his grasp and couldn't catch him at all.

Lamia's magic power was completely exhausted at this time, all her magic was ineffective, and Tom returned to normal in an instant.

Lamia, who should have run away, didn't dare to move at all - Tom was facing her naked body, and her own clothes were tattered and could hardly cover anything.

It was all Tom's fault for jumping into Lamia's shirt the moment he transformed back, and sure enough, her clothes were torn.

"Isn't this a good thing?" Tom said without hesitation, looking at Lamia affectionately with his blue eyes.

"Go put on your clothes first." Lamia blushed, not daring to look at him. It was because Tom's body was so...

"No rush. You turned me into a snake just for this moment. I have to satisfy you first." Tom walked forward slowly until he forced Lamia into a corner.

"Lamia, so you like me like this."