Chapter 609: Since We’re Seeking Thrills...
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 609: Since We’re Seeking Thrills...
Ten thousand meters in the air, the world felt vast and distant. Even the clouds, which had been drifting lazily just moments ago, seemed to have vanished into hiding.
Below them, the "Black Curtain" derived from the Emperor’s Authority still shrouded the city, ensuring not a single flicker of light or shadow would leak out. However, the sensation of floating in the void with no solid ground beneath him still provided a massive psychological thrill.
More importantly, at this very moment, a breathtakingly beautiful girl—her silver hair brushing her lips, her eyes shimmering like autumn ripples—was before him. Usually as cold as a vast ice field, she was now as radiant and fluid as spring water. She used a slender, tapered finger to provocatively tilt his chin, whispering sweet nothings about how "delectable" he looked...
The stimulation was enough to make his heart nearly explode.
"Uh... Thea."
Muen swallowed hard. Relying on the mental fortitude of his current "unyielding" state, he forcibly steadied his will and reason, dousing the smoldering embers of lust rising within him. Then, he said tremulously:
"I understand that you’re... craving it right now, but can we do this somewhere else? This is a bit too intense, even for me..."
"Shut up!"
Celicia suddenly pressed her hand over Muen’s lips. Her enchanting, sultry expression instantly turned ice-cold again.
She glared at Muen with displeasure, adopting a haughty, authoritative tone:
"We are the newly crowned Emperor of the Leopold Empire. How dare you address Us by Our common name?"
"No... it wasn't you who—"
"Call Us 'Your Majesty'!"
"Wait, what exactly do you want me to call you..."
"Call Us 'Your Majesty'!"
"..."
Fine. It seemed there was no point in trying to use logic with a drunk person.
"Your Majesty..." Muen called out obediently.
"Very good."
Celicia finally nodded in satisfaction.
"Then... Your Majesty..."
Muen continued tentatively, "Could you perhaps withdraw the Power of Authority you've placed on me? I am well aware of your majesty as the Emperor, but being deprived of my mobility ten thousand meters in the air is honestly quite nerve-wracking..."
"You dare command Us?" Celicia’s face tightened again.
"No... I didn't..."
"To dare command the Emperor of the Empire—I shall punish you!"
"Huh? Wait, I—"
Muen cried out in a panic, but it was too late. With a light wave of Celicia’s fair hand, an invisible breeze swept over him. Muen’s clothes instantly fell away of their own accord.
What kind of punishment requires stripping?!
And where did she learn such a convenient way to undress someone? Coach, I want to learn that too!
Muen, who had once been tortured by Liya’s complex Saintess outfit to the point of nearly tearing the fabric, screamed internally.
No, now was not the time for that.
"Thea—Your Majesty, what exactly are you trying to do?" Muen asked, his face pale with alarm.
"Didn't We say? We are going to punish you."
Celicia sat elegantly in mid-air.
Her body was lithe, her curves perfect. It was as if she were sitting upon a queen’s throne, resting her cheek on one hand with her long legs crossed. She looked down imperiously at the "exposed" Muen. Were it not for the unnatural flush lingering on her cheeks, one might have thought she had returned to her former persona as the Ice Queen.
"Punishment? How are you going to punish me?"
Muen’s expression grew solemn. He felt deeply concerned about the "inhumane" treatment he was about to endure.
But there was nothing he could do. He didn't even have the strength to resist; he could only accept it passively.
Sigh, how tragic. The mere thought of it made Muen feel so "sad" that his heart felt like it was going to jump right out of his chest.
"We shall... Hm?"
At that moment, as if noticing something, Celicia’s willow-like brows arched. Her slightly dazed gaze drifted downward, and she saw...
"Why is this thing acting so arrogant?"
Celicia suddenly seemed very angry. She absolutely could not accept that something refused to bow its head before her, the Emperor of the Empire—and was instead standing tall and defiant!
It was decided. This would be the punishment!
Celicia suddenly extended her fair, slender leg—every curve of which was as beautiful as a gift from the gods. Her five toes, white and soft as steamed buns, curled and stretched for a moment. Then, just like that...
She stepped firmly onto that spot on Muen.
"Hiss..."
Instantly, Muen looked up at the rising sun emblazoned on the New Wing Flag. He let out a groan that contained the philosophy of life, the principles of existence, and a deep contemplation on the boundary between pain and pleasure.
"How is it? This punishment?"
"It’s... it’s too much."
"Hmph, you can't handle just this?"
Celicia gave a cold smile and continued to flex her small foot. "It’s not over yet."
Pressing.
Rubbing.
Grinding.
Treading.
Her soft foot moved nimbly—up, down, left, right, flipping back and forth. With the poise of a Queen, she meted out the most severe discipline to every part of this "disrespectful subject."
She even paid special attention to that particularly haughty "head," not letting even the slightest crevice escape her notice.
One foot wasn't enough to cover everything, so she brought the other one over as well.
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Before her, even the most indestructible object would gradually turn into something soft and pliable under the relentless "wind and rain."
Under this torture, Muen’s entire face contorted. Groans of pain escaped him continuously. His body, which wanted to struggle but was completely unable to move, became even more sensitive due to the sheer intensity of the sensation.
After a long while.
"Hiss... I..."
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With a low growl, as the morning sun illuminated the clear sky, a "rainbow" suddenly hung over Muen’s lower body.
"Ugh..."
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Celicia let out a dissatisfied hum from her nose. She lifted her small foot and looked at Muen with a hint of triumph:
"Well? Do you admit defeat?"
"I... I admit defeat."
Muen panted heavily. "Your Majesty, please spare me..."
"We told you, call Us Thea!"
"..."
"It seems you haven't softened up yet."
Celicia crossed her arms over her chest in dissatisfaction. This movement further accentuated the perfect curves of her body. Those two "fruits"—which, while not as bountiful as Liya’s, were still quite heavy—seemed ready to burst forth.
"Look, it hasn't even gone soft yet."
"...I can't help that. Who told me to be in this 'unyielding' phase right now?"
"It seems We must continue the punishment."
"Continue the punishment?"
Muen sucked in a breath of cold air.
The first round of punishment had nearly sent him to heaven. If there was a second round...
"And the second round is even more terrifying!"
"Even more terrifying?"
"That’s right. Because We hate things being slippery, so..."
Celicia’s expression grew even colder. Under Muen’s horrified gaze, she slowly pulled out... a pair of black stockings.
"Hiss... those?"
Seeing the black stockings, Muen inhaled so sharply he nearly caused global warming.
"Hmph, are you scared? The friction of these is nothing like bare skin."
Celicia sneered. She bent her waist slightly, leaning down. Her skirt, already disheveled from her previous movements, slid down, revealing a small portion of her rounded "fruits" to Muen’s eyes.
Then, using both small hands to stretch the black stockings, she slid her foot inside, slowly and bit by bit, enveloping her fair skin.
The boundary between the pure white and the lustrous black rose steadily. Muen’s gaze followed it subconsciously until it disappeared into the mysterious depths of her skirt. Only then did he look away, lost in the lingering afterimage.
"It’s over."
Seeing this, Muen couldn't help but whisper in agony, "I won't be able to hold out this time."
"Hmph, it’s too late for regrets now."
After equipping both small feet with these "terrible instruments of torture," Celicia extended her legs once more. With even more vigorous movements, she resumed the previous punishment.
The sensation brought by the black stockings was several times more intense than before.
Perhaps because she was becoming more proficient, she even began to develop some high-difficulty maneuvers.
Furthermore, Celicia was clearly enjoying herself now. Her expression was one of slight excitement, and that "mysterious place" was occasionally revealed as she moved...
As time passed and more "small rainbows" hung in the sky, Muen finally understood that "unyielding stamina" only existed because one hadn't met the right whetstone.
...
...
"How did it recover so quickly again?"
After an unknown amount of time, Celicia finally grew tired. Her forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
She looked with annoyance at Muen, who was currently on the verge of rolling his eyes back. She discovered that the "disrespectful thing" had already regained its spirit.
Even black stockings couldn't make it submit. What should she use next? High heels?
"Cough... Your Majesty... I mean, Thea... regarding this, I have a suggestion."
Muen finally came to his senses and spoke to Celicia with a weak expression.
"Oh? You have a way?" The Empress tilted her small head, still maintaining her imperial dignity over her subject.
"Of course I do, but..."
Muen struggled slightly and smiled. "You have to let me go before I can teach you."
"...Fine then."
Celicia swayed her head as she thought about it. In her current state of sobriety, she couldn't really think straight anyway. She pointed a finger, releasing Muen’s restraints.
"What is this method you speak of?"
"Come a little closer, and I'll tell you."
"Hmm?"
Celicia obediently leaned in.
And then... she was pulled into Muen’s embrace.
"Mnh~"
The girl in his arms let out a soft moan. Her body stiffened slightly as if she wanted to struggle.
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The Empress, whose consciousness was already blurred, quickly sank into this warmth and heat. She shifted her lithe body, her two firm, powerful legs clamping around Muen’s hand, actively responding to his movements.
Perhaps because it wasn't their first—or even second—time, their movements possessed a certain unspoken chemistry. As they intertwined, they could feel each other’s pull and cooperation.
But ultimately, someone had to take the lead.
Taking advantage of the moment while Celicia’s mind was still groggy, Muen flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
He propped himself up, gazing at her with deep affection.
By now, Celicia’s silver hair was spread out, and her dress was half-undone. Her perfectly shaped, playful "white rabbits" were peeking out shyly. Large expanses of her porcelain skin were exposed, so smooth that not a single hair could be seen.
She didn't have Liya’s bountiful fruits, nor did she have the Senior’s devilish curves, but every part of her was perfect and just right.
Muen’s touch lingered over every inch; he couldn't bear to let go of any part of her.
Celicia stared blankly back at him. The "spring water" in her eyes seemed ready to evaporate into a mist that would completely envelop him.
"So beautiful."
Stroking the corner of Celicia’s lips, Muen could no longer control himself. He whispered softly as he pressed his body against hers.
"There is no need for punishment. I have long since completely surrendered to you, my dear Queen."