Celicia sat atop Mu’en, her waist swaying gracefully, her clothes in disarray.
The already half-slipped gown continued to slide downward due to gravity.
Since the highest peak had already been conquered, everything seemed to flow naturally.
Thus, more breathtaking scenery rushed into Mu’en’s mind unimpeded.
Bad, very bad.
This posture, this view.
And that intense heat radiating from Celicia, unlike her usual coldness.
Mu’en felt his brain explode with a buzz, a rush of blood surging to his nostrils, almost gushing out.
“Your Highness, calm down!” Mu’en pleaded, covering his nose with his only free hand, his expression terrified.
“Any further, and this will be inappropriate for minors!”
“Don’t move!” Celicia’s voice remained icy, but now carried a hint of alluring charm, making Mu’en’s heart waver just from hearing it.
“Don’t move…” Celicia lowered her head, pinning down Mu’en’s other hand.
The orchid-like fragrance of the maiden enveloped Mu’en.
Mu’en wanted to struggle, but the young girl sitting atop him felt like an immovable mountain.
At this moment, Mu’en finally understood the importance of strength.
With strength, one wouldn’t be humiliatingly pinned down by a woman, unable to resist.
Damn it, if I survive this, I swear I’ll train harder!
“Evil Dragon’s Blood…”
“Huh?”
Celicia suddenly murmured something.
“The potion… is mixed with Evil Dragon’s Blood. Adding it enhances the potency of the magic potion…”
“Oh, oh.”
Mu’en nodded in confusion, not understanding why Celicia would bring this up at such a critical moment.
Teacher roleplay?
No good, this is getting even more exciting.
“But… Evil Dragon’s Blood has a property: it cannot come into contact… with Dragon’s Grass. Once it does, it activates… the toxicity… of the Evil Dragon’s Blood.”
Celicia’s breathing grew heavier, her words becoming fragmented.
Her expression alternated between clarity and confusion, as if she was still struggling against the potent poison within her.
“In other words… it’s aphrodisiac poison.”
Mu’en suddenly realized that Celicia wasn’t speaking to him at all.
“That toxicity… is incurable…”
She was… talking to herself.
“Incurable. Incurable. Incurable. Incurable. Incurable. Incurable. Incurable… it’s incurable. There’s no antidote.”
She repeated the word “incurable” countless times.
Throughout it all, Mu’en noticed that a certain desire in her eyes seemed to solidify, almost ready to pour out.
Was she… trying to convince herself?
“Except…” Celicia’s eyes suddenly regained a trace of clarity.
She tightly held down Mu’en’s hands, staring into his eyes, her stunningly beautiful face displaying a fierce expression for the first time:
“Mu’en Campbell, this time… you win.
But I swear, I will make you pay tenfold for this humiliation in the future!”
“Huh?”
What?
In the future?
Mu’en hadn’t even processed her words.
Celicia suddenly leaned down, her soft cherry lips pressing against Mu’en’s mouth.
……
“Mmm…”
“Ah…”
“Oh my…”
“I can’t take it anymore!”
“This feeling… it’s bad…”
“I’m reaching the heavens…”
“Pachichi Cake is so delicious!”
Ariel stuffed large chunks of Pachichi Cake into her mouth, the sweet aroma flooding every corner of her brain.
She was utterly satisfied.
Her cheeks puffed up adorably, like a hamster, from eating so much at once.
But she couldn’t stop!
“You really love Pachichi Cake, don’t you?”
Lia teased from the side: “Careful not to upset your stomach.”
“Eating Pachichi Cake won’t upset my stomach. I’ve even evolved a new organ just to digest it.”
Ariel patted her belly: “Let’s call it the Pachichi Stomach. With it, I can eat as much as I want!”
With that, while the nearby nobles were engrossed in conversation, Ariel stealthily moved all the Pachichi Cakes from the long table to her side.
After a moment’s thought, Ariel picked one Pachichi Cake and handed it to Lia: “Want some?”
Seeing the cute and delicious cake, Lia was tempted.
Her family was a lower-tier nobility, rarely having the chance to enjoy such high-quality cake as Pachichi.
But then she glanced down at the mountainous terrain on her chest, which already caused her shoulders to ache from walking. After hesitating, she shook her head, “No, thanks. I’ve gained some weight recently, so…”
“What are you talking about!”
Ariel stuffed the Pachichi Cake into her mouth, muttering angrily: “Here we go again! You’re so lucky, but you don’t even know it. Do you know my pain, you big milk cow!”
“Wh— calling me a milk cow is going too far!”
Lia was flustered, but this only made her look even cuter, tempting one to pinch her chubby cheeks.
“Oh, so you deny it, huh?”
Ariel wiggled her fingers mischievously, eyes gleaming as she lunged at Lia.
“I’ll teach you a lesson, you milk cow! Hmph! Take this!”
“Wah… no… it’s so ticklish, Ariel… there are so many people watching…”
“Isn’t it better with an audience? It’s even more exciting! Here comes another one!”
“Wah…”
The playful tussle of the young girls didn’t disturb the noble lords in their battles, though some adolescent young masters couldn’t help but glance over, muttering under their breath about how this was ruining the nobility’s reputation.
Aaaand then they couldn’t help but glance over again.
“Alright, that’s enough.”
After a while, Lia swatted away Ariel’s wandering hands, her cheeks slightly red as she glared at her, saying:
“Weren’t you supposed to be looking for Princess Celicia? Why are you still here eating cake?”
“It’s fine. I can find Celicia later. It’s not urgent anyway. I just wanted to ask her about some swordsmanship techniques.
If not this time, there’ll still be opportunities at the academy.”
“But I just saw Her Highness leave with that Mu’en Campbell. She hasn’t returned yet. Is that okay?”
“I saw it too!”
Ariel frowned, pouting.
Just the thought of that Mu’en Campbell made her blood boil.
He just relies on his family background, always causing trouble for me at the academy.
And worse, he’s Princess Celicia’s fiancé! How does he deserve that?
Princess Celicia is my prey!
“But it should be fine, right?”
Ariel quickly dismissed her irritation: “In this setting, it’s hard for Celicia to refuse Mu’en’s invitation. After all, that darn Mu’en has a powerful father.”
“Aren’t you worried that Mu’en might do something improper to Her Highness?” Lia blinked, teasingly.
“Pfft, as if! Mu’en Campbell can’t even beat me, with his pathetic skills.”
Ariel scoffed, full of disdain:
“What could he do to Her Highness? Drug her? With Celicia’s intelligence, she’d probably crush him before he even had the chance!”
