Chapter 811: New Moves
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 811: New Moves
Volume 6
A sudden gust of wind blew by.
The once clear and bright sky was instantly veiled by clouds. The stars shied away into the shadows, as if the world had drawn a black curtain to shield itself from prying eyes.
Behind that shroud of darkness, an event themed around "love" was unfolding.
"Mmm... Muen, I like you..."
While Muen was still focused on waiting for the countdown to hit one, Ariel had already lunged forward, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a kiss.
Ariel’s lips were soft and cool, like tender, springy jelly. Yet, they carried her signature fierce style—her strike was decisive and precise, hitting the mark instantly.
However, Ariel was ultimately inexperienced in such matters. Her lips rubbed against Muen’s with a gentle friction, but she lacked any real technique. It was as if she didn't know how to take the next step, her movements lingering only on the surface.
Muen snapped out of his brief daze and gazed at the young girl’s face so close to his own. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her expression full of grim determination. Yet, the blush of a sunset cloud had already spread across her features from sheer embarrassment. It gave this Child of Destiny—this Soaring Phoenix who wouldn't blink even in the face of the Reaper’s scythe—an incredible sense of "gap moe."
Muen chuckled inwardly, finding her utterly adorable. He reached out and wrapped his arm around Ariel’s slender waist, which was stiff with tension and trembling slightly.
"Mph!"
Before Ariel could react, she was pulled completely into Muen’s embrace. The unprecedented intimacy made her even more nervous, and she instinctively tried to push him away...
But before her hands could exert any force, Muen took the opportunity to pry open her rosy lips and pearly teeth.
Ariel’s delicate frame shuddered again, and her entire body went limp. She was a powerhouse who could shoulder a thousand-pound greatsword and carve a path through an entire ancient ruin, yet at this moment, she was as fragile as a ball of cotton, allowing Muen to mold her as he pleased.
It felt as if pink bubbles were rising from the ocean floor, blooming within the crystal palace of Ariel’s dreams. A wonderful sound suddenly filled her mind. She opened her eyes, her clear pupils now misty and brimming with a glazed, wandering look.
She had no idea what to do. She only knew that her body seemed to have escaped her control. One moment she was high among the clouds; the next, she turned her head and realized that although she was standing on the ground, she couldn't find the floor at all.
Ariel had a vague feeling that she should reclaim the initiative, but the gap in experience wasn't something that mere determination could bridge. Every time she managed to gather a bit of strength for a counterattack, Muen easily neutralized it, drawing her even deeper into the swirling vortex of passion.
"...Hah!"
Finally, after a kiss that seemed to last an eternity, Muen let go of Ariel.
She panted softly, a sliver of clarity finally returning to her misty eyes, though her entire being was in a state of near-total meltdown.
"How was it?" Muen asked softly.
"It was... average." Ariel tried to curl her lip in disdain, only to find that her numb, tingling lips weren't quite following her orders.
"Average? You looked like you were enjoying it quite a bit."
"It was just average... Mph!"
Adhering to the principle of ensuring customer satisfaction and maintaining a zero-complaint record, Muen immediately kissed her again the moment she gave her "average" review.
Ariel’s body, which had just begun to relax, tensed up once more. Her hands fluttered aimlessly against Muen’s chest, having no idea where to rest.
A few minutes later...
"How about now?"
"Average... Mph!"
A few more minutes later...
"And now?"
"Still aver—mph!"
After an unknown number of minutes...
"...And this time?"
Muen licked his own somewhat numb lips, thinking to himself that Ariel truly lived up to her reputation. Her endurance and lung capacity were indeed beyond the norm.
If it had been Liya, she would have been tearfully begging for mercy by now.
"...It... it was very comfortable... I feel very good..."
Fortunately, Ariel, who had been holding onto her first kiss until moments ago, finally couldn't withstand the intensity and whispered her surrender.
However, her uncharacteristic fragility immediately sent a surge of heat through Muen’s chest.
At some point, the two had transitioned from standing to lying down.
A blanket Ariel was very familiar with had been spread on the ground. Lying there, she could easily see the shy sky hidden behind the clouds through the gaps in the crystals above.
Muen was pressed down on top of her.
Their breaths brushed against each other's faces, gradually becoming heavy and hot.
"I still find it a bit hard to believe."
Muen caressed Ariel’s cheek, making her mouth pout slightly, then moved his hand downward, following her swan-like neck to explore even more exquisite and beautiful places.
"What... what don't you believe?"
Ariel was once again becoming dazed by the scorching atmosphere, so much so that she didn't even have the energy to stop Muen’s wandering "salty pig hands."
"I can't believe we’re actually having this moment."
He thought back to the very beginning, when he had first arrived in this world.
His initial crisis had been the "Destruction Ending" where he would be caught by Ariel while harassing Celicia. To avoid that fate, he had done so much and put in so much effort, only for things to spiral into a series of ridiculous outcomes.
Back then, she was the person he wanted to avoid most. She was the most arrogant, unrestrained, and fearless Soaring Phoenix protagonist of the story, while he... was merely a yellow-haired villain, destined to be defeated by her and serve as her stepping stone.
Who would have thought that the Soaring Phoenix protagonist of the story would one day end up with the stepping stone?
If this were the original novel, the readers would have probably flamed it as a "trashy work" that defiled the story.
But for the people within the story—for the Soaring Phoenix protagonist and the yellow-haired villain—this was wonderful...
Because this wasn't some bullshit plot forced together by a brain-dead author. It was a natural love story between two people who had journeyed together from a life-and-death crisis to the present.
In this world, is there any script more beautiful than a classic love story?
No.
That was Muen’s answer, and he believed Ariel would say the same.
"I... I didn't expect it either..."
Ariel couldn't help but fall into her own memories.
What kind of person was Muen Campbell in her eyes at the start?
Arrogant, vulgar, conceited, and stupid—someone who did whatever he wanted just because he was a Duke’s son. He was the person she hated most.
And now, that Muen Campbell she hated had long since become a blur. In his place... was the Muen Campbell she loved most.
"Has your contamination been completely cleared?" Muen asked suddenly, looking into Ariel’s eyes.
"Yes, it's gone. This time, Teacher checked me inside and out very thoroughly. There are no traces of contamination left," Ariel said.
"I see... but I’m still a little worried."
"Worried? Why?"
"Didn't your teacher fail to notice it last time? The Love God is extremely cunning and treacherous. We have to be cautious." Muen spoke seriously.
"But Teacher was very careful with the inspection this time..."
"It’s not enough."
"Not enough?"
"Your teacher’s inspection isn't enough. I need to check too."
"You?" Ariel blinked. "You know how to check for Evil God contamination?"
"For anyone else, no. But if it's you, Ariel, I can."
"How... how do you want to check?"
Sensing something, Ariel’s tone suddenly became tense.
"I want to..."
Muen leaned into Ariel’s ear and whispered slowly in a devilish, intoxicating voice:
"Check to see if you’ve truly been... corrected."
"!"
More and more red clouds piled up on Ariel’s cheeks. With nowhere else to go, the blush even turned her small ears a bright crimson.
A few strands of hair stuck to her forehead with a light sweat, adding a touch of alluring charm to her. Muen gently brushed the hair aside and asked:
"Is that a no?"
"..."
Ariel’s eyes darted around. Her delicate body shifted between swaying and stiffening, her hands moving restlessly as if they didn't know where to go...
It wasn't until a long time had passed that Muen saw Ariel give a nearly imperceptible nod. Her cherry lips parted slightly as she said something.
"What?"
Muen had actually heard her, but he deliberately asked again. "What did you say?"
"I... I said okay."
Ariel gave Muen a fierce glare, but in her state of total embarrassment, even a Soaring Phoenix protagonist didn't have much killing power.
"You... you go ahead and check."
"Alright."
Muen lingeringly kissed Ariel’s earlobe and whispered:
"I’m starting, then."
His already-prepared "salty pig hand" struck directly, reaching for the belt of Ariel’s dress.
But before Muen could perform his max-level "clothing removal technique"... he felt a sudden, forceful shove, and his vision spun.
Ariel, finding strength from who-knows-where, had pushed Muen down onto the ground, stopping him.
"No, I don't need you to do it!"
Ariel sat atop Muen and gritted her teeth. "I’ll do it myself!"
"...You really want to do it yourself?"
Though she seemed to have regained her usual domineering aura, the shyness and flush on her face couldn't lie. She was clearly still extremely embarrassed; it was just that her strange pride wouldn't allow her to let this damnable blonde bastard have his way with her.
"Stop talking. I... I can do it myself."
Ariel snapped at him, though it sounded more like she was encouraging herself.
She took deep breaths, controlling her hands—which were usually so nimble but were now acting quite disobedient—and slowly began to undo the fastenings at her waist.
Muen said nothing and didn't resist. To him, this scene was an incredible display of beauty and charm.
Ariel undressed slowly. But in the face of time that seemed to have hit the pause button, this deliberate slowness was meaningless. The white dress, custom-made for her by Belland’s finest tailors, was soon tossed aside.
Underneath was also white, but trimmed with pink lace—both pure and cute.
Ariel hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and shed her final defenses, appearing defenseless before Muen, using only her hands to shyly cover the vital areas.
Only then did Muen realize that Ariel’s body was even more wonderful than he had imagined.
Though she wasn't the "curvy while dressed" type, she wasn't a barren wasteland either. Two small, perfectly shaped mounds sat upon the plain of her chest, just small enough to be covered by a single arm—tiny and very cute.
The slight lack of volume in the chest was compensated for by the perfection of the rest of her. Whether it was her jade-like arms or her long legs, they were firm and slender, like white jade carvings.
Especially that waist—it was truly a "willow waist" that Muen could easily encircle with both hands. Yet it wasn't weak or fragile; as Ariel occasionally tensed her body in nervousness, the faint lines defining her abdomen highlighted her athletic grace.
"Does... does it look good?"
Ariel was incredibly shy... yet she harbored the same sense of expectation.
"It looks good," Muen answered seriously. "Very good."
"Then..."
Ariel’s expression suddenly turned fierce. "It’s time to look at yours!"
With that, Ariel pounced, stripping Muen of his defenses in short order.
After they were both "honest" with each other, Ariel felt a bit lightheaded.
A man’s body truly made her heart race and her face flush even more.
"What... what do we do next?"
After fully admiring Muen’s physique, Ariel, determined to keep the initiative and not lose face like she did during the kiss, found herself at a loss.
How... how was she supposed to do this?
Though she had peeked before, actual operation was a first. Ariel felt as if she were standing at the base of a massive Mage Tower. She was no longer the omnipotent Ariel, but a regular girl, fretting over how to conquer this high tower.
If she were a Queen, she would use a sword hilt to coldly conquer the tower. If she were a Devil, she would use her tricks and cunning to make the tower submit. If she were an elegant maid, she would use her professionalism to make the tower drown in bliss. If she were a pure Cleric, she would use endless Holy Light to soften the tower.
But what about her? What should she do?
"What to do? It’s simple."
Muen had no intention of helping. He said:
"Have you forgotten your best move?"
"My best move? Heavenly Fire Draw?"
"Exactly. Since you know how to draw the sword from the sheath..."
Muen leaned into Ariel’s ear and smirked. "Then you surely know how to perform this move in reverse."
(Section Rectified)
"..."
Ariel’s eyes widened. Reverse it... how is that the same thing?
But since things had reached this point, Ariel was absolutely unwilling to let this jerk, who was clearly waiting to see her make a fool of herself, help her.
And so, to conquer the high tower, she began to climb step by step, until... (Section Rectified)
"Reverse... reverse..."
Ariel murmured those words, putting all her usual learning and comprehension skills to use. She began to think about how to complete this so-called "perfect reversal" so that this annoying guy wouldn't look down on her!
And so, after an unknown amount of time...
Just as the stars in the sky were about to fall asleep, a song containing a pained grunt finally made the starlight hide shyly back into the clouds.
The song grew longer and longer, as if a top-tier vocalist were honing her voice, yet it contained hints of pain, as if the singer had stubbed her toe during practice.
Finally, when the song reached a certain crescendo, the singer swept away her previous gloom and finally sang the song to perfection.
(Section Rectified)
It seemed that Ariel had finally succeeded in learning a new move through her song.