Chapter 15: The Joys and Sorrows of Young Girls Do Not Align
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 15: The Joys and Sorrows of Young Girls Do Not Align
Celicia sat atop Muen, her waist supple and her clothes in disarray.
Her already half-fallen formal dress slid further down, surrendered to the pull of gravity.
Because the highest peak had already been crested, everything else followed as a matter of course.
Thus, even more wondrous scenery surged into Muen’s mind without any further obstacles.
This is bad. Very bad.
This posture, this view.
And unlike her usual icy demeanor, a scorching heat was now radiating from Celicia’s body.
Muen felt his brain explode with a bang. A rush of hot blood surged toward his nose, nearly erupting.
"Your Highness, stay calm!"
Muen used his only free hand to cover his nose, his expression one of pure terror.
"Any further and this is going to become R-rated!"
"Don't move!"
Celicia’s voice remained cold, yet it was now tinged with a strange, seductive allure. Just hearing it made Muen’s heart waver.
"Don't move..."
Celicia lowered her head, pinning down Muen’s other hand.
The orchid-like fragrance of the young girl enveloped him.
Muen tried to struggle, but the girl sitting on him felt like a mountain, pinning him down so he couldn't budge.
At this moment, Muen finally understood the importance of strength.
With strength, he wouldn't be humiliated like this—pressed down by a woman, unable to resist.
Damn it, if I survive this, I’m definitely going to train hard!
"Evil Dragon Blood..."
"Eh?"
Celicia was suddenly muttering something.
"In the potion... it was mixed with Evil Dragon Blood. Adding Evil Dragon Blood to a potion can enhance its effects..."
"Oh, right."
Muen nodded, completely bewildered. He didn't understand why Celicia was explaining this at a time like this.
Teacher roleplay?
Oh no, I’m even more turned on now.
"But... Evil Dragon Blood has a specific trait. It cannot come into contact... contact with Dragon's Herb. Once it does, it triggers... the toxicity of the Evil Dragon Blood."
Celicia’s breathing grew heavier, to the point where her speech became fragmented.
Her expression flickered between clarity and confusion; she was clearly still fighting a desperate battle against the potent toxin within her.
"Which is to say... it becomes a lust poison."
Muen suddenly realized that Celicia wasn't talking to him at all.
"That kind of toxicity... has no cure..."
She was talking to herself.
"No cure, no cure, no cure, no cure, no cure, no cure... there is no cure. There is no antidote."
She repeated the words "no cure" over and over again.
During that process, Muen noticed a certain desire in her eyes, nearly condensing into something physical, ready to overflow.
It was as if she were... convincing herself.
"Except for..."
A flicker of clarity suddenly returned to Celicia’s eyes.
She pinned Muen’s hands down with a death grip and stared into his eyes. For the first time, a look of such ferocity appeared on her exquisite face:
"Muen Campbell, this time... you win.
But I swear, for this humiliation, I will make you pay ten times over in the future!"
"Huh?"
What?
In the future?
Before Muen could process her words, Celicia suddenly leaned down.
Her cherry lips were soft as they pressed against his, sealing them shut.
...
"Mmm..."
"Ah..."
"Oh my god..."
"I can't take it anymore!"
"This feeling... it's incredible..."
"I'm in heaven..."
"Pachich cake is just too delicious!"
Ariel stuffed large chunks of Pachich cake into her mouth, the sweet aroma filling every corner of her mind.
She was completely satisfied.
Because her mouth was so full, her cheeks puffed out, making her look as cute as a hamster.
But she simply couldn't stop!
"You like Pachich cake way too much," Liya, standing beside her, remarked. "Careful you don't get a stomachache."
"You don't get stomachaches from Pachich cake! I specifically evolved a new organ just to digest it," Ariel said, patting her stomach. "I call it my 'Pachich Stomach.' With this, I can eat as much as I want without fear!"
As she spoke, taking advantage of the nearby nobles being preoccupied with their conversations, Ariel stealthily pulled all the Pachich cakes on the long table toward herself.
After a moment's thought, Ariel picked one up and offered it to Liya. "Want some?"
Looking at the cute and delicious-looking cake, Liya felt a pang of temptation.
Her family was only low-level nobility; she rarely had the chance to eat high-end treats like Pachich cake.
But she looked down at the towering peaks on her chest—the ones that usually made her shoulders ache just from walking—and after a moment of hesitation, she shook her head.
"Forget it. I've gained weight again recently, so I'd better..."
"What?!"
Ariel stuffed the cake into her own mouth and huffed, "There you go again! You don't know how lucky you are. Do you have any idea how much I suffer, you big dairy cow?!"
"Wh— 'Big dairy cow' is a bit much!"
Liya flushed with embarrassment and annoyance, but the look only made her appear more adorable, making one want to reach out and pinch her round cheeks.
"Oh, so you're still not admitting it?"
Ariel’s fingers wiggled nimbly as she lunged at Liya with a glint in her eyes.
"Let's see if I can't teach you a lesson, you big cow! Hah! How's this move?!"
"Waaah... stop... it tickles, Ariel... people are watching..."
"Isn't it better if people are watching? I'm even more excited now! Take this! And this!"
"Uuuu..."
The girls' playfulness didn't disturb the battles of the noble lords, though a few adolescent noble sons couldn't help but steal a few glances. While their eyes wandered, they made sure to mutter under their breaths about the "disgrace to noble reputation."
Then they couldn't help but look a few more times.
"Alright, stop it."
After playing for a while, Liya swatted away Ariel’s wandering hands. She gave her a red-faced glare and said:
"By the way, weren't you looking for Princess Celicia? And yet here you are, still eating cake?"
"It's fine. I can find Celicia later. It's not like I have anything urgent; I just wanted to ask her some questions about swordsmanship. If I can't do it today, I'll have plenty of chances once we're at the Academy."
"But I just saw Her Highness leave with that Muen Campbell, and they haven't come back yet. Is that really okay?"
"I saw them too!"
Ariel frowned and pouted.
Just thinking about that guy, Muen Campbell, made her annoyed.
He only acted out because of his family background, constantly making things difficult for her at the Academy.
Most importantly, he was actually Princess Celicia’s fiancé. How could he possibly be worthy!
Princess Celicia was her prey!
"But it should be fine," Ariel said, quickly tossing her annoyance aside. "In a setting like this, it's hard for her to refuse Muen Campbell’s invitation. Who told that damn Muen to have such a good father?"
"Aren't you afraid Muen Campbell might try something improper with Her Highness?" Liya blinked, teasing her.
"Pfft, please. With Muen Campbell’s amateur skills? He can't even beat me."
Ariel curled her lip in disdain.
"How could he possibly do anything improper to Her Highness? By drugging her? Princess Celicia is so smart; before Muen Campbell could even think of it, she’d have him pinned to the ground and ruthlessly ravaged!"