Chapter 247: The Queen
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 247: The Queen
"Nothing... nothing bad should happen, right?"
In the quiet courtyard, Wei'er paced back and forth outside the room, a look of hesitation and struggle flitting across her round, doll-like face.
She wasn't worried about Muen Campbell, of course.
She was worried about the President.
She knew the President could be quite ferocious when drunk, but now that she had calmed down and thought about it, she realized she had left her drunken superior alone with a man.
A lone man and a lone woman, sharing a room?
Granted, the President was currently in a berserk state; far from letting anyone take advantage of her, it was difficult for anyone to even get close.
But...
This was the notorious Muen Campbell, after all. Who knew what despicable means he might employ?
If he were to accidentally defile the President’s innocence...
"No, I have to check!"
Wei'er took a deep breath and pressed herself against the door, beginning to undo the array sealing the room.
She couldn't undo it completely, of course—that would be too risky. She only deactivated a portion of it, wanting to listen to the movement inside.
Thud!
The moment the seal loosened, a massive crash from inside the room made her delicate frame shudder in fright.
"Wh-what's going on?"
Startled, Wei'er quickly pressed her ear tighter against the door to keep listening.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud, thud, crash!
A series of heavy impacts echoed from within, sounding as if two wild beasts were brawling, brutally destroying everything in their path. The commotion was so violent that even through the door, Wei'er felt as though the entire house was shaking.
"It's... it's this intense?"
Wei'er swallowed hard.
This was far more chaotic than the last time the President had accidentally taken a sip of wine. Had her behavior while intoxicated gotten even worse?
Terrifying.
"It seems I was overthinking things."
While shocked, Wei'er couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of her was out of the question; who could possibly take advantage of a humanoid dragon?
However...
"Poor Muen Campbell."
Even without seeing it with her own eyes, an image of Muen Campbell being ruthlessly ravaged by the President appeared in Wei'er's mind.
"Please don't die..."
Listening to the terrifying sounds from the room, Wei'er clasped her hands together, a crystalline tear glistening in the corner of her eye as she offered a sincere prayer:
"If you survive, I won't speak ill of you anymore, even if you're still the President's annoying fiancé."
After her prayer, Wei'er silently stood up, silently resealed the array, and then silently reinforced the entire formation once more.
She welded the door shut, metaphorically speaking.
*
Just as Wei'er suspected, an intense battle was indeed unfolding within the sealed room.
However, after both parties had simultaneously unleashed their "strongest" strikes—and both had simultaneously missed—the battle had begun to evolve in a very strange direction.
Long gone were any formal techniques or patterns; long gone were any special abilities or skills.
The two were entangled like common street brawlers.
Grabbing hands.
Pinning legs.
Tearing at clothes.
Biting.
Rolling back and forth.
They knocked over, crushed, and pulverized everything they touched.
Their struggle was punctuated by the occasional muffled curse. Like two monsters, they brutally destroyed everything from one end of the room to the other.
The candlelight flickered.
Documents from the desk flew everywhere.
The room grew increasingly sweltering.
And this physical brawl, before they knew it, suddenly changed in flavor.
Perhaps it was the glimpses of skin revealed when Celicia’s clothes were torn, or perhaps it was the accidental brush against her lips while Muen was laboring to suppress her.
It was like a spark falling into a powder keg that had long been primed by alcohol.
Like heavenly thunder igniting earthly fire, it exploded instantly.
The grabbing of hands turned into fingers interlacing.
The pinning of legs turned into the friction of limbs.
The biting turned into kisses falling upon every inch of skin.
There was no longer any need to tear at clothes, for they had long since been reduced to fluttering fragments; only a final, thin barrier remained between them.
Celicia’s perfectly full form was now fully revealed. Her skin, set off by her black lingerie, appeared even more radiant—flawless, like creamy white jade. It acted like the most potent poison, overstimulating Muen’s nerves. He pulled the girl, who was temporarily beneath him, into a fierce embrace, as if trying to merge her into his very being forever.
The girl writhed like a water snake. Under the influence of soaring hormones and this intimate contact, her sensitive points were being awakened and provoked by Muen one by one. Lust surged in her heart, working with the alcohol to lift her consciousness ten thousand meters into the sky, wrapped in countless warm clouds.
She subconsciously met Muen’s movements, even beginning to anticipate what he would do next—anticipating him breaking through that final forbidden zone to bring forth an endless storm of moisture and pleasure.
But, just as that last barrier, thin as a cicada's wing, was about to be breached, Muen’s movements suddenly stopped.
He propped himself up over Celicia, his eyes bloodshot, his breath heavy, and his body drenched in sweat. He looked like a beast in heat.
Desire burned through his will like a wildfire, and the tension between them was like a trigger about to be pulled, urgent and unavoidable.
Yet, perhaps as the alcohol evaporated with his sweat, or perhaps due to some deep-seated resolve, Muen’s brain regained a sliver of clarity at this final moment.
Dammit, what am I doing?
He looked down at the girl beneath him, who was still panting softly.
Her name was Celicia.
She was the high and mighty Princess of the Empire.
She was the Pure White Witch, admired by countless people.
She was noble, cold, and pure.
If she so much as lifted her foot, the people wishing to lick it would form a line stretching from Belland’s Queen’s Avenue all the way to the palace gates.
And yet, this girl—as noble and untainted as a snow lotus, the girl every man dreamed of—was currently beneath him, her perfect white body writhing, her eyes misty with desire, her breath like orchids as she arched to meet him.
Only a single line of defense remained between them.
No, it couldn't even be called a line of defense.
Because with just one forceful thrust, he could completely possess this Princess, making her find pleasure beneath him.
No one could blame him, for this was merely an accident.
A beautiful accident.
But.
If I do this, how am I any different from the first time?!
Just like the first time he had "obtained" her—though it had been the result of his foolish plan, the ultimate ending had been caused by various accidents.
Yes, an accident.
But it was unfair to the girl. This wasn't coming from her own subjective will; it was the influence of external factors.
Before, it was a potion. This time, it was wine.
It was profoundly unfair.
"Not... not going to continue?"
Celicia noticed Muen had stopped. Her hips lifted slightly, as if searching for the heat from a moment ago. She raised her eyes, which had turned into a misty haze from the alcohol, and gazed at Muen in confusion.
Hiss...
Celicia’s current dazed and adorable state—the polar opposite of her usual coldness—and her seeking movements further stimulated his nerves. His "steeled spear," which had already survived two rounds of battle, felt as if it might explode.
But Muen gritted his teeth, suppressing the fire of lust that threatened to detonate him where he stood. He leaned down and kissed Celicia’s forehead.
"I'm sorry. I told you before... more than your body, I want your affection. So, Celicia, I won't do something you'll hate ever again."
As he spoke, Muen couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating, bitter smile.
The bullet was chambered, yet he was holding back at the final second. If this were a story, readers would probably curse him as a spineless coward.
But it didn't matter. He didn't want this "lovely" Princess to suffer again.
This was enough.
However, what Muen failed to notice was that the girl’s supple body had stopped writhing.
"When you truly have feelings for me in the future, we'll continue."
Leaving behind these heartfelt words, Muen prepared to get up. If he stayed like this any longer, he feared he really wouldn't be able to control himself.
Crack...
In that moment, he thought he heard a crisp sound, like ice freezing.
No, that wasn't right. It wasn't "like" ice.
Muen slowly turned his gaze toward his hands, which were braced on the floor. A thin layer of frost had formed, freezing his hands to the ground and making it impossible to pull away.
With a stiff expression, Muen looked down.
Beneath him, the girl was silently watching him.
However, in those ice-blue eyes, the misty vapor was condensing, turning into water, and then slowly freezing into ice.
The girl’s cheeks were still slightly flushed, and her skin still radiated the lingering scent of desire. But her expression had become incomparably cold.
Just as Muen remembered it.
"Is this..."
She’s sober?
Muen froze for a moment, then realized.
Of course. If he could use intense physical activity to naturally expel the alcohol from his system, Celicia certainly could as well. In fact, since her realm was higher than his, she should have been even faster.
Thinking of this, Muen suddenly shuddered, his face twisting into an expression of extreme awkwardness.
Because right now, the girl was still pinned beneath him. Both were wearing only thin undergarments, which were quite disheveled from their struggle.
"Ce... Celicia, this is an accident. An accident, you know?"
Muen explained frantically, "I had no intention of doing anything to you. I already stopped, and I can leave right now..."
Leave...
He couldn't leave.
Because Celicia was still freezing Muen’s hands in place.
"Celicia?" Muen gave a bitter smile. "Could you let me go?"
"..."
Celicia remained silent, staring at Muen.
She scrutinized him. Looking at Muen’s face as he struggled to suppress his desire, her expression flickered momentarily, as if she were contemplating a certain thought or a certain sentence.
The ice continued to freeze.
However, no matter how pure or hard ice was, once it melted and refroze, it would inevitably contain something different. And the things frozen within that ice would remain far longer and far deeper than they would in an ordinary person.
"Celicia... melt the ice, okay?" Muen continued to speak cautiously. "I won't do anything to you. I'll leave immediately—"
Before he could finish, the ice melted.
Muen was overjoyed and was about to pull away when he suddenly felt two soft, slender hands wrap around his neck.
Then came a familiar sense of vertigo.
The world spun, and Muen found himself pinned beneath the girl.
"Eh?"
Muen was stunned. What the hell? Again?
"Celicia, what... what are you doing?" Muen cried out in alarm.
Celicia sat upright atop Muen, her nostrils flaring as she still panted slightly from the lingering lust. Her skin shimmered with an alluring luster under the candlelight.
With a wave of her hand, their final barriers fluttered away simultaneously.
That pair of perfectly shaped "jade rabbits" escaped their confinement and were revealed before Muen, standing firm.
"Wh... what?"
Muen stared at the sight that made his throat go dry, speechless and dazed.
"Are... are you still not sober?"
"Muen Campbell, for a grown man to dither and ramble so much... aren't you ashamed?"
Celicia finally spoke, her voice cold and clear.
She lowered her head, staring into Muen’s eyes, a trace of a disdainful, cold smirk curling at the corner of her mouth.
"Also, when did you develop the delusion... that you could control me?"
As she spoke, while Muen’s eyes widened in shock, she lifted her hips slightly. Her slender hand reached down to grasp that burning heat.
Then, she guided it home.
Her delicate body suddenly thrust downward. Accompanied by two simultaneous gasps, the spear accurately breached the hidden valley, unstoppable.
The girl’s silver hair danced as her body rose and fell violently, drenched in fragrant sweat.
She tilted her proud head back like a high and mighty Princess... no, that wasn't right. In this moment, she was more like a cold, arrogant Queen, guiding her only knight as they charged deeper and further, over and over again!