The Lord God Descends into League of Legends - Chapter 4

Mo Chen gasped for a moment before slowly recovering. He looked back, a look of embarrassment washed over him. He’d been so hasty in pushing Sona away that he hadn’t paid much attention.

Only then did he realize his hands were completely entangled in Sona’s uncontrollable majesty. He felt the softness of his hands, the hardness of his palms, and his heart skipped a beat. But when he saw Sona’s pale face, her expression on the verge of tears, the slight ripple in his heart vanished.

The moment Sona threw herself at Mo Chen, she was completely stunned. She stared at the Grand Duke, whose face flushed crimson beneath her. After being pushed away, she stood there, completely stunned, unsure of what to do.

It took a moment for Sona to recover from her panic. Her hands wavered in confusion, unsure what to do. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound emanated. Her face flushed with anxiety, tears welled in her eyes, and she looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

“Okay, it’s okay. It was just an accident.” Mo Chen, noticing Sona’s uneasy expression, calmly touched her magnificent br3asts through her thin pajamas before slowly withdrawing his hands and offering solace.

Hearing his words, Sona gradually calmed down. She clutched the hem of her clothes, her head lowered, as if she had done something wrong and awaited her master’s punishment.

“Pa pa.” Mo Chen, noticing Sona’s guilty expression, slapped her butt twice, making a crisp sound. He smiled and said, “This is your punishment. Okay, stop feeling guilty.”

Only then did Sona realize she was still sitting on the great Grand Duke. Hearing Mo Chen’s words, she quickly climbed off him, her face filled with joy, tears streaming down her face.

Her master had forgiven her; she no longer had to worry about being driven out and living a lonely and hopeless life. Sona lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Look what I brought you, a beautiful new dress.” Mo Chen, seeing Sona’s tearful face, picked up an exquisite box from the ground, opened it, and revealed the gorgeous dress inside, comforting her.

It was a gorgeous blue dress, its edges embellished with fine gold thread, a work of art.

Sona gazed at the dress, which shimmered with a soft, pale blue light, unable to believe it would be hers. She pointed at the dress, then at herself, looking at Mo Chen expectantly, as if to say, this beautiful dress was truly for her.

“Of course it’s for you, little fool,” Mo Chen said inwardly, amused at Sona’s adorable expression.

This was his masterpiece, painstakingly crafted for most of the night. He had drawn a picture of Sona’s dress from his memory, and then two skilled seamstresses drew the final, low-cut dress. While I can’t say it’s an exact replica of the one in the game, it’s at least 90% similar.

Now that he had acquired this lovely Sona, how could he not find her the right outfit? Mo Chen surveyed Sona’s voluptuous figure, anticipating what she would look like in the low-cut dress.

Hearing Mo Chen’s words, Sona trembled as she took the most gorgeous dress she had ever seen. She caressed the smooth fabric, feeling its softness, her heart awash with excitement.

“Don’t you want to try it on?” Mo Chen observed Sona’s delighted expression, a flicker of anticipation crossing his face.

He couldn’t wait to see what Sona would look like in this dress, a dress that only existed in the game.

Sona hugged the gorgeous blue dress tightly, nodded her head, and then, in front of Mo Chen, removed her moon-white nightgown.

Mo Chen watched Sona changing clothes before him, his heart froze. He gazed at Sona’s radiant, jade-like body, her br3asts jiggling with each movement, and felt a surge of bl00d rushing to his face. Although he couldn’t see his own face, he knew he must be blushing.

He struggled to avert his gaze from Sona’s delicate, jade-like body, muttering to himself, “Oh my God!” to himself, barely managing to prevent himself from turning into a beast and pushing down the delicate, flower-like Sona.

“Don’t worry, Sona’s only fifteen, still a child. Wait another year and she’ll be an adult. We can eat her then.” He forced himself not to look at Sona, comforting himself by the rustling sound of her changing clothes.

Perhaps Sona isn’t little anymore? Mo Chen’s mind suddenly flashed to the image of those violently jiggling br3asts, and he couldn’t help but wonder.

For a moment, lost in his thoughts, he felt someone tugging at his clothes. He turned and saw Sona already wearing the low-cut dress he had made for her.

Mo Chen stared at Sona, who looked like she had stepped out of a video game. He was stunned, his eyes filled with admiration. She was truly even more beautiful than the character in the game.

As he surveyed her, Sona’s slender, white hands twirled the hem of her long dress. Her pretty face flushed, her head lowered, her heart filled with joy.

“Gurgle!” Just then, Sona’s belly growled in protest, breaking the silence in the room. She blushed, covering her burning face with her hands, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

The Grand Duke would surely dislike her; this was truly rude, she thought bitterly.

“Well, you didn’t eat last night, so you must be hungry. Come with me, I’ll take you to breakfast.” Mo Chen, amused by Sona’s shy expression, took Sona’s delicate, long hand and led her out of the room.

Sona gazed at the Grand Duke, clasped in his white robes, feeling the warmth of his large hand gripping hers. A touch of shyness and nervousness washed over her.

Inside the dining room,

Sona sat in a comfortable, elegant recliner, her face brimming with restraint as she gazed upon the exquisite pastries and fragrant milk tea on the table.

She watched Mo Chen devour a piece of cake carved with delicate roses, and couldn’t help but swallow her saliva. However, facing the exquisite cake, she didn’t dare to touch it. She had never imagined that a piece of cake that was just for eating could be carved so delicately.

“Eat it. Only when you are full can you have the energy to train.” Mo Chen looked at Sona’s reserved face, her cute look of wanting to eat but not daring to do so, and smiled as he placed a piece of exquisite tea cake in front of her.

Sona carefully picked up the exquisite cake in front of her and put it into her cherry mouth. Suddenly, an unprecedented sweetness bloomed in her mouth, and the faint floral fragrance made her feel as if she was in a bright sea of ​​flowers.

Her eyes, which could speak, could not help but narrow into two crescents with joy, and a happy smile appeared on her reserved little face.