Black Lace Panties

The closer Black got to the panel, the faster his heart pounded.
This wasn’t a game—it was reality.
If caught trespassing in the empress’s private chamber, he wouldn’t just die.
He’d be executed—slowly.
Not devoured by a sea dragon—but flayed alive over three thousand cuts.

Empress Elizabeth was a Swordsman—a Lv.91 Emperor-Tier · Starlight Swordsman.
Her perception was extremely sharp.
She’d sense anyone approaching.

But according to the game, when she was in her chamber, she disabled her perception—to cultivate her high-tier skill [Sword Heart].

And in her mind—no one would be daring enough to enter her private space.

After several deep breaths, Black slowly pushed open the panel.

A sliver of light slipped through.
Using it, he saw the panel led to a wardrobe—just a tiny gap between them.

Black waited, listening—no sounds.
He pressed the back panel of the wardrobe and pushed upward.
Just like in the game—it moved.

Once there was enough space, he slipped into the wardrobe.

But the moment he entered—clothes buried him.
Silk fabrics brushed against his hands, soft and warm.
A faint night-blooming cereus fragrance filled his nose.

He struggled—nearly suffocated—before finally crawling out.

Elizabeth’s taste is… unique.
A supreme empress should wear peony or rose—something majestic.
But night-blooming cereus?
That’s more suited for a gentle, married woman.

No time to dwell.
Black peered through the wardrobe’s crack—surveying the entire chamber.

The room was massive—could fit everyone on the Hodir.
No wonder.
This wasn’t just a bedroom—it was a private palace.

Yet the decor was simple: a large bed, wardrobe, desk, low table, and a few chests.
Clearly, Elizabeth valued efficiency.

The desk was piled with documents—neatly stacked.
No sign of Elizabeth.
Where was she?

Perfect timing!

Black decided to act fast.
While she was gone, he’d steal the Violet-Gold Dragonbone, then vanish.

It’d take under a minute.
The risk of getting caught? Minimal.

Hand on the wardrobe door—about to push—footsteps echoed from outside.

He yanked his hand back—heart in his throat.

Holding his breath, he peeked out.

It was Elizabeth—and her aide, Lucy.

F**! What are the odds?!

Elizabeth looked exhausted, as if preparing for a bath.
She spoke quietly with Lucy, then removed her outer robes and sat at the low table.

Lucy picked up a comb, gently brushing the empress’s long hair.

Overcome by fatigue, Elizabeth leaned back, eyes closed—dozing off.

She wore only a pale moon-white robe, the collar slipping off one shoulder—revealing a swan-like neck, collarbones like delicate butterfly wings.

The fabric was thin as cicada wings, clinging tightly to her chest—outlining full, tempting curves.
Candlelight cast shifting shadows across her bust.
The sash at her waist hung loose—exposing a sliver of golden skin.

But most intoxicating?
The robe hugged her hips—accentuating a plump, peach-like rear.
As she shifted slightly, the full, round silhouette teased through the sheer fabric—rising and falling with her breath, like a ripe fruit resting on silk.

If that peach were to sit on me…

Such a vision—any man would lose control.

And this was the most exalted empress of the empire.

Do not look! Do not look!

Black immediately stopped fantasizing.
He grabbed a cloth and blindfolded himself—nose already bleeding.
As a virgin, this was too much for him.

After forcing himself to turn away, he reopened his eyes—only to freeze.

The cloth he’d grabbed?
It wasn’t ordinary.

Black stared at it—then at Elizabeth—face turning to stone.
He nearly screamed.

It was a black lace undergarment.
Intricate, seductive patterns—delicate cutouts.
He couldn’t even imagine how it’d look on a woman.

This was Elizabeth’s room.
This was her wardrobe.
So whose underwear was this?

Needless to say.

Red blood streamed from his nose—he couldn’t control himself.

Never expected it!
The empire’s most dignified empress—so stern in public—had such a wild side in private?!

This was the greatest scandal—one that’d get him executed on the spot!

No…
Black couldn’t believe it.
How could anyone have such a huge split personality?

Strict in public, lewd in private?
This only existed in smutty novels!

And the game never mentioned this!

He stared at the lace underwear—then came to a conclusion.
This was new.
Never worn.

It was probably a gift—Elizabeth accepted it, but never intended to wear it.

It had to be!
Otherwise—the empress’s entire image would collapse!

Enough!
I’m here for a mission!

After calming down, Black decided to wait until Elizabeth went to bathe.
Then—he’d strike.

So he waited—and waited.

Outside, silence.
Elizabeth seemed asleep.
Lucy continued brushing her hair.

Just as Black was dozing off—the back panel of the bookshelf moved!

!!!

He jolted awake—face pale as a ghost!

He stared in disbelief at the rising panel—heart pounding like a war drum!

Someone else had entered—through the same secret passage!

Who?

Black had never been this terrified.
If he could, he’d nail the panel shut—lock the intruder out.

But that was impossible.
Any noise—both of them would die.

So he could only watch in despair as the panel rose—inch by inch—revealing the intruder’s face.

?!

What the hell?! Am I hallucinating?!

Jiaye?!
Why is she here?!