Chapter 233: Healing
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 233: Healing
Inside the narrow carriage, the pink lighting was sultry, and the atmosphere was thick with ambiguity.
The young girl straddled his thighs, her waist swaying gently like a water snake. Her perfectly shaped, soft flesh constantly rubbed against Muen’s sensitive spots. A delicate fragrance filled the air, stirring the soul, while the glimpses of porcelain skin beneath her slightly disheveled clothes played havoc with his nerves.
This should have been a magnificent moment—a scene that would make any man’s throat go dry, his heart race, and a wicked fire consume his body until he threw himself into a sea of desire.
However, Muen felt no excitement at all. Instead, the Death Premonition in his brain was buzzing incessantly, as if warning him of a tragic future where he would be squeezed into a shriveled husk.
After all, he had just spent several hours entangled with another little fairy. Right now, Muen was still firmly in Sage Time.
Truly, not a single drop was left.
"That... An, now isn't really the right time. How about we do this next time?"
Muen struggled to deal with An’s caresses and kisses as he offered a strained suggestion.
"Why?" An panted softly. "Does the Young Master not like this? Or is it not stimulating enough?"
"No, no, no, it’s plenty stimulating. Absolutely stimulating. And I like it very much." Muen nodded repeatedly, then said with a miserable expression, "But even if it doesn't show on the outside, I’m actually injured. My Mana and Fighting Spirit were completely exhausted in the battle just now, and my physical strength is at rock bottom. It’s really not a good time for this."
"Oh, is that so?" An finally stopped. She hooked her arms around Muen’s neck and looked at him meaningfully. "The reason the Young Master 'can't' right now... is really because of those things?"
"Of course, of course! Why would I lie to you, An?" Muen nodded frantically, his eyes as pure and sincere as those of an innocent child.
"I see..." An said regretfully. "Then there’s nothing for it."
"Phew..."
Watching An slowly climb off him, Muen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It looked like his life was saved.
Between the Senior Sister and An, it was getting a bit too much to handle.
It wasn't that Muen was "incapable"—he felt his abilities in that department were quite excellent. Of the girls he had encountered so far, which one hadn't been easily sent to the clouds of heaven several times over by him?
But he couldn't help it if these girls couldn't be measured by common sense!
And as he had just said, Muen’s body was indeed severely depleted. After a grand battle with a Banshee and facing the pressure of an Evil God, his internal injuries and exhaustion weren't things that could be recovered so easily.
Otherwise, no matter what, he would have properly disciplined this naughty maid who loved to seduce her master!
Muen made up his mind: he had to cultivate hard when he got back. Even if he couldn't master peerless martial arts, he at least needed a pair of indestructible kidneys!
"Sorry, An. I'll make it up to you later," Muen said somewhat apologetically.
Because he couldn't do it with An due to the Senior Sister, he felt a twinge of guilt, as if he had committed a crime.
"Hmm? Why is the Young Master apologizing? And why wait until later to make it up to me? Can't we do it now?" An tilted her head, looking confused.
"Because..." Muen was about to explain, but then he froze.
Now? What did she mean by that?
While he was wondering, he saw An flash a perfect smile and produce a heat preservation container from out of nowhere.
As the container opened, steam billowed out, and a strange scent began to fill the entire carriage.
"This... this is..."
Looking at the dark, murky liquid in the container—which seemed vaguely familiar—Muen’s voice suddenly trembled.
"Knowing the Young Master’s personality, I already guessed this might happen, so I prepared in advance."
An poured the liquid from the container into a small bowl, her tone as gentle as a wife preparing a sobering tonic for her drunken husband.
But the meaning behind her words sent a shiver down Muen’s spine. Dead memories suddenly surged up and began to attack him.
"Is the Young Master happy? This is the Ten-Complete Tonic Soup I brewed specifically for you. And this time, it’s a specially prepared 'Enhanced Version.' I even managed to get some of that precious Dragon * through the Duke’s Estate’s channels."
Ten-Complete Tonic Soup!
It really was that stuff!
Muen’s eyes widened, and he jerked his head away. "I’m not drinking it!"
"Young Master, you’re still so dishonest, even though you drank it so happily last time."
"I was forced to drink it last time too, okay?!"
"Is that so?" An stroked her cheek fretfully and sighed. "But I can't bear to force the Young Master anymore. I’ll just have to use... special means."
"Special means?" Muen asked in horror. "What special means?"
"Why, by personally feeding the medicine to our grumpy little Young Master, of course."
An licked her bright red lips, the blush on her face becoming even more tender. She leaned down, took a sip of the Ten-Complete Tonic Soup, and murmured indistinctly:
"Come, Young Master, take your medicine."
...
...
After that extremely erotic feeding process, Muen lay on the sofa with dead-fish eyes, waiting for the medicine to take effect.
The Ten-Complete Tonic Soup An brought this time wasn't just for that. It contained unknown rare materials and an incredible amount of energy.
As soon as it hit his stomach, Muen’s dried-up Mana and Fighting Spirit began to refill rapidly. The Withered King's Crimson Flame began to burn again, repairing his internal injuries with an efficacy that far surpassed any standard magical potion.
In just a few minutes, the paleness on Muen’s face faded, replaced by a healthy glow—especially his lips, which were now a fresh, vivid red.
But Muen felt as though he had lost something very important.
"The effect seems good."
After the medicine was finished, An observed him closely and smiled with satisfaction. She then straddled Muen again, swaying her body passionately.
"Can we continue now, Young Master?"
Muen glanced at her with his dead-fish eyes, indicating he didn't want to talk.
Even though his physical strength had recovered quite a bit, Sage Mode was still Sage Mode. Right now, Muen felt a sense of inner emptiness. Even though he had just been bullied quite ruthlessly, he didn't have a single wicked thought. What could she possibly do to him?
"Sigh, what a pity. I decided back then that I wouldn't drug the Young Master anymore, otherwise this would be much easier," An said regretfully. "In that case, I’ll just have to use my own methods."
An unbuttoned Muen’s clothes, her tender tongue swirling over his chest.
Muen snorted inwardly, full of disdain.
Is that it? I’m not the same man I was before. This little bit of stimulation...
But before he could finish his internal bravado, he saw An licking her way down.
Down.
Until...
Finally, as Muen’s eyes widened like copper bells, An lowered her head, her red lips parting slightly...
"Hiss—" Muen sucked in a breath of cold air so sharp it nearly caused global warming.
This was because, amidst the slight swaying of her hair, the contrast between An’s dignified, beautiful face and the meticulous way she was performing the act was overwhelming.
It was a heavy, brutal elbow strike to Muen’s sensitive nerves.
Sage Mode was instantly shattered.
"Mm..."
The sudden change caused An to pause her movements. She looked up from below, giving Muen a flirtatious, reproachful glare.
"Young Master is so bad... it’s so big... I can't even fit it all in..."