Lucas Hughes looked smugly at the two bottles of Drunken Dream Death in his hand, his entire face contorted grotesquely.
Like a demon awakened from Hell, ready to drag people into the abyss.
After days of dedicated research, the original Flibanserin had evolved into Drunken Dream Death.
The drug he developed now was even stronger than before.
A couple of days ago, he tested it on a woman of immaculate purity.
For so many years, that woman had always been aloof, with such an arrogant demeanor.
After taking his Drunken Dream Death, she immediately turned into the most debased, most wanton creature in this world.
She knelt at his feet, begging continuously, crying and shouting.
In such a pathetic and lowly state, even now thinking of it made Lucas Hughes's blood boil with excitement.
Speaking of which, that woman resembled Chloe Simpson quite a lot.
Thinking back to when he first pursued Chloe, wasn't she just like that?
