Chapter 248: Poor Muen Campbell!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 248: Poor Muen Campbell!
Muen opened his eyes.
He had lost count of how many times he had woken up from these brief bouts of unconsciousness.
Though only a single day had passed, it felt as long as a century.
It was now the morning of the second day—or perhaps noon. Bright light streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a glow on Muen’s profile like the Holy Light bestowed by the Great Holy God.
His expression was clean and pure. His eyes, as clear as lake water, held not a single trace of desire.
Even though the silver-haired girl was currently beside him, the rustle of her clothes revealing glimpses of an exceptionally alluring spring scenery, he didn't even have the urge to turn his head.
Heh, women.
Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.
Female beauty is nothing more than a stumbling block on a tough guy's path to greatness.
He didn't need it.
He looked upon it with disdain.
He had long since seen through the illusions of the world.
At this moment, even if a hundred beauties stood naked before him, striking provocative poses, his heart wouldn't flutter in the slightest.
He had already converted to the Great Holy—
...Alright, the truth was he had simply been drained dry.
This time, it was "not a single drop left" in the literal sense.
Recalling the passion of the previous night, Muen felt like weeping but had no tears. His wide-open, dead-fish eyes were filled with humiliation and helplessness.
Three whole hours!
He had actually been pinned down and ravaged by that girl for three whole hours!
Three hours of madness and devastation had swept through him like a storm, scavenging every last bit of his "resources."
By the end, what came out was basically no different from water.
As a result, even after resting for so long, he was still stuck in Sage Time the moment he opened his eyes.
Where is the justice?
Where is the law?
So what if you're a little stronger than me, a little more overbearing, and a little more noble?
What's there to be proud of? If I hadn't exhausted myself earlier and been in poor condition, I definitely could have...
"How much longer are you going to sleep?"
At that moment, the girl appeared by Muen’s side. She gave his arm a light kick with the tip of her toe and said coldly, "Can't you stand up? Do you need me to help you?"
"Who... who says I can't stand up!"
Muen snapped in fury. He performed a "carp leap" to spring to his feet. Although his legs felt a bit weak, his vision went dark for a second, and he nearly threw out his back...
At the very least, he couldn't lose the battle of momentum.
Muen puffed out his chest, glared with wide eyes, and said overbearingly, "I'm doing perfectly fine!"
"Is that so?"
Celicia arched a shapely eyebrow but said nothing more. She turned around and began tidying up the aftermath.
The madness of the previous night had left the entire room in a state of utter wreckage.
As Muen watched Celicia’s beautiful face, he suddenly dazed for a moment.
He had to admit, even though the "after-effects" were severe, everything that happened last night had been incredibly intense.
The girl’s haughtiness, her unbridled dominance, her unabashed, melodious cries—and that moment when they were about to reach the peak of desire, when her endless icy plains melted once more into a spring tide that nearly drowned everything...
Just thinking about it caused Muen’s Sage Mode—which even a hundred beauties couldn't shake—to show signs of breaking.
However, the current Celicia had returned to the cold, aloof persona Muen was familiar with.
Her expression was haughty, and her movements were elegant. Though her gait was slightly strange, and she occasionally knit her brows as if a certain movement had triggered a lingering ache, she still looked like a noble Queen inspecting her territory as she walked through the trashed room in her light-colored dress.
Even when she occasionally stepped over the messy traces left behind by the previous night's frenzy, her expression didn't change in the slightest.
It was as if she didn't care about last night at all.
Muen didn't know if Celicia’s initiative last night was the result of residual alcohol combined with uncontrollable lust, or if the girl truly felt something different for him. But seeing her act as if nothing had happened was a bit of a blow to his ego.
But do you really not care?
Looking at Celicia, whose eyes were frozen over with ice making it impossible to glimpse her true thoughts, a bold idea suddenly occurred to Muen.
How about I test her?
No sooner said than done.
Muen finished dressing and approached Celicia step by step, a wide smile suddenly plastered on his face.
"Celicia~"
"What is it?"
"I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"Let me get a little closer, then I'll tell you."
Muen walked right up to Celicia. They were close—so close they could smell each other's breath.
But Muen wasn't satisfied. He slowly leaned in, inching closer while cautiously observing Celicia’s expression.
At this distance, Muen only had to tilt his head to easily kiss the girl’s fresh, tender lips. For this Princess, who usually didn't let members of the opposite sex—or even Wei'er—get this close, this was already a forbidden zone.
Yet Celicia did not pull away. It was as if she truly didn't care about this man’s proximity anymore. She was merely dissatisfied with Muen’s sluggishness, her brow furrowing as she said, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't waste time!"
"What I wanted to say was..."
Seeing this, the corners of Muen’s mouth curled into a slight smirk. He leaned intimately against Celicia’s ear and, mimicking her tone from the night before, whispered softly:
"...Ya~"
The sound faded.
For a moment, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
Muen straightened up in confusion and looked at Celicia.
Then, his smiling face instantly froze.
Because at that moment, massive patches of crimson began to bloom across the girl’s silver-white skin.
That flush was like the burning clouds of a sunset, rapidly taking over the cold girl’s entire face. Even her swan-like neck turned a deep, rosy red.
She looked exceptionally charming and cute.
But the price of that cuteness was... beneath the layer of piercing ice in the girl’s eyes, a mixture of volcanic shame, annoyance... and killing intent began to congeal.
Wait, I didn't know the reaction would be this big!
Muen’s body began to tremble with fear. He immediately shouted in an attempt to fix things, "I was joking! I didn't mean to tease you, I just—"
It was too late.
A gargantuan force slammed into Muen’s abdomen, nearly making his eyes pop out of his head.
In the split second before he was sent flying, Muen heard Celicia’s voice, saturated with shame and indignation:
"Muen Campbell, forget everything that happened last night!"
"If you can't forget it, I'll help you forget!"
"Using the physical method!"
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"It's been a whole night!"
Outside the door, watching the sun climb higher, Wei'er grew nervous again.
She counted on her fingers and calculated, "Based on the time, the President should have regained her senses by now. But if she's awake, why hasn't she asked me to open the door? This formation doesn't block Voice Transmission Stones."
"Or did some accident happen?"
As if thinking of something, Wei'er covered her cherry lips with her small hand and gasped instinctively, "It couldn't be... that Muen Campbell was beaten to death, could it?!"
At that thought, even though she didn't like Muen Campbell, Wei'er began to panic. She hurriedly deactivated the formation.
But before she could even open the door, she heard a loud BANG. A figure smashed right through the door, turning into an afterimage as it flew out.
The figure crashed head-first into the perimeter wall of the courtyard, buried under collapsing bricks and stones, leaving only a well-shaped backside sticking out.
"Is that... Muen Campbell?"
Wei'er’s beautiful eyes widened instinctively.
Judging by his aura, he didn't seem dead.
But why did he suddenly fly out at a time like this?
Could it be... he was brutally ravaged by the President all night?
Images of Muen Campbell being hung up and whipped by Celicia appeared in Wei'er’s mind. Her face flushed slightly as she instinctively turned her head to look inside the room.
She couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
The room was a total wreck. The tables, chairs, and stools had all been reduced to splinters. Even the large bed she had specially prepared for the President had completely collapsed.
Just how intense of a battle must have taken place for the room to end up like this?
Thinking of this, Wei'er couldn't help but look back at the figure buried in the rubble. A glint of pitying tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
"How pitiful, Muen Campbell... you must have suffered so much last night."