The Queen

Volume Three

Title: Chapter 23: The Queen

‘Nothing bad will happen, right?’

In the quiet courtyard, Wei’er paced back and forth outside the room door, a flicker of hesitation and struggle occasionally crossing her plump face.

She certainly wasn’t worried about Ewan Campbell.

Her concern lay with the President.

Though she knew the President could be incredibly fierce when drunk, a sober reflection reminded her that she had placed the intoxicated President in a room with a man.

A man and a woman, alone together?

While she understood that the President was in a berserk state, making it difficult for anyone to take advantage, or even approach her, still…

It was that notorious Ewan Campbell, after all. Who knew what despicable tricks he might employ?

What if, by some unfortunate turn, he tainted the President’s purity?

‘No, I must check!’

Wei’er took a deep breath and pressed her ear to the door, beginning to dismantle the array that sealed the room.

She couldn’t fully deactivate it, of course; the risk would be too great. She only intended to partially disarm it, just enough to discern the sounds within.

Bang!

Yet, the moment she began, a thunderous crash from inside the room made her delicate body tremble with fright.

‘Wh-what’s happening?’

Startled, Wei’er quickly plastered herself against the door, straining to listen further.

Bang!

Bang, bang, clatter!

All manner of loud noises erupted from the room, as if two wild beasts were locked in combat, savagely destroying everything around them.

The sheer magnitude of the commotion made Wei’er feel as though the entire house was shaking, even just pressing against the door.

‘Th-this intense?’

Wei’er swallowed hard.

This kind of ruckus was far greater than the last time the President accidentally had a sip of wine.

Had the President’s tolerance for alcohol worsened?

Terrifying.

‘It seems I was overthinking things.’

Amidst her astonishment, Wei’er couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage was utterly impossible. Who could possibly take advantage of a human T-Rex?

Only…

‘Poor Ewan Campbell.’

Even without seeing it with her own eyes, Wei’er could already envision Ewan Campbell being thoroughly ravaged by the President.

‘Please don’t die…’

Listening to the terrifying sounds from the room, Wei’er clasped her hands together, crystal tears welling in the corners of her eyes, and offered a sincere prayer: “At worst, even if you remain the President’s annoying fiancé, I won’t speak ill of you anymore.”

After her prayer, Wei’er silently rose, silently reactivated the array, and then silently reinforced the entire sealing formation.

She effectively welded the door shut.

****

Just as Wei’er had suspected, an intense battle was raging within the thoroughly sealed room.

However, after both individuals launched their ‘strongest’ attacks and simultaneously erred, this fierce engagement began to veer in a peculiar direction.

There were no longer any discernible moves or tactics, nor any abilities or techniques.

Instead, the two became entangled, much like common market women brawling.

Grabbing hands.

Pressing feet.

Tearing clothes.

Biting.

Rolling back and forth.

Everything they touched was knocked over, shoved aside, and reduced to fragments.

Interspersed with the chaos were occasional furious curses.

Like two monstrous creatures, they savagely destroyed everything.

They wrestled from one end of the room to the other.

The candlelight flickered.

Documents on the table scattered everywhere.

The room grew increasingly hot.

And this close combat, imperceptibly, began to change its nature.

Perhaps it was the alluring glimpse of spring as Celicia’s clothes were torn open, or perhaps Ewan’s lips accidentally brushed hers in his strenuous efforts to suppress her.

It was like a spark falling into a powder keg, long primed by alcohol.

Like a bolt of lightning striking the earth, it exploded instantly.

Grabbing hands transformed into intertwined fingers.

Pressing feet became bodies rubbing together.

Biting turned into kisses landing on every patch of skin.

There was no longer a need to tear clothes, for they had already been shredded into scattered fragments, leaving only a thin final barrier between them.

Celicia’s fully revealed, perfectly ample form, her flawless, jade-like skin made even more luminous by the black lingerie, acted like the most potent poison, stimulating Ewan’s nerves. He fiercely pulled the girl, who was momentarily beneath him, into his embrace, as if to forever fuse her with himself.

And the girl, too, writhed her delicate body like a water snake. Under the surging hormones and intimate contact, her sensitive spots were gradually awakened and stimulated by Ewan. Lust swelled in her heart, combining with the alcohol to lift her consciousness ten thousand meters into the sky, enveloped by countless warm clouds.

She instinctively welcomed Ewan, even beginning to anticipate his next move, hoping he would breach that forbidden zone and bring forth endless clouds, rain, and nourishment.

But just as that final, gossamer-thin line of defense was about to be breached, Ewan’s movements abruptly ceased.

He propped himself up from Celicia, his eyes bloodshot, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, like a wild beast in heat.

Desire burned through his will like a raging fire, and the tension between them was like a trigger about to be pulled, demanding immediate release.

Yet, perhaps it was the alcohol evaporating with his sweat, or perhaps some deep-seated conviction, that allowed a sliver of clarity to return to Ewan’s mind at this final moment.

‘Damn it, what am I doing?’

He looked down at the girl still gasping beneath him.

Her name was Celicia.

She was the Empire’s exalted princess.

The pure white witch admired by countless people.

She was noble, aloof, and pure.

If she were to lift her foot, the men eager to lick it would form a line stretching from Belrand’s Queen’s Avenue all the way to the palace gates.

Yet, this girl, as pristine and undefiled as a snow lotus, this girl whom every man dreamed of, was now beneath him, writhing her perfect, fair body, her eyes seductive, her breath fragrant, thrusting to meet him.

Only one barrier remained between them.

No, it could barely be called a barrier.

For with a single forceful thrust, he could utterly possess this Princess, making her writhe in pleasure beneath him.

No one could blame him, for this was merely an accident.

A beautiful accident.

But.

‘How is this any different from the first time?!’

Just like the first time he had taken the girl, though it was due to his foolish plan, that outcome was ultimately caused by various unforeseen circumstances.

Yes, an accident.

But this was unfair to the girl.

It wasn’t from her subjective desire, but from external influences.

Before, it was medicine.

This time, it was alcohol.

Extremely unfair.

‘N-not continuing?’

Celicia also noticed Ewan’s halt, her exquisite buttocks slightly lifted, as if searching for the previous heat. She raised her eyes, which had turned into a hazy mist under the influence of alcohol, and gazed at Ewan with confusion.

Hiss…

Celicia’s innocent demeanor, so utterly contrary to her usual aloofness, and her continuous yearning movements, further stimulated his nerves, making his iron spear, which had already endured two rounds of battle, feel as though it might explode.

But Ewan gritted his teeth, suppressing the fiery lust that threatened to make him detonate on the spot, and lowered his head to kiss Celicia’s forehead.

“Forgive me. I said before that I desired your favor more than your body.

Therefore, Celicia, I will not do anything you dislike again.”

As he spoke, Ewan couldn’t help but let out a self-deprecating, bitter laugh.

The bullet was already chambered, yet he held back at the last moment. In a novel, a man like him would surely be cursed as a softie by countless readers.

But it didn’t matter. He didn’t want this ‘adorable’ Princess to suffer again.

This was enough.

However, what Ewan failed to notice was that the girl’s delicate body had seemingly ceased its writhing.

“When you truly grow fond of me, we can continue then.”

Leaving these words of utmost sincerity, Ewan prepared to rise.

If he stayed like this any longer, he feared he truly wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Click…

But at that moment, he seemed to hear a crisp sound, like freezing ice.

No, that wasn’t right; it wasn’t ‘like.’

Ewan slowly turned his gaze, looking at his hands braced against the floor.

At that moment, a thin layer of ice had frozen, adhering his hands to the ground, preventing him from pulling them free.

Ewan lowered his head, his face rigid.

Beneath him.

The girl was silently watching him.

Only, in those icy blue eyes, the misty vapor was continuously condensing, turning into water, then slowly freezing into ice.

The girl’s cheeks were still faintly flushed, her skin exuding the lingering scent of passion.

But her expression was now utterly cold.

Just as Ewan remembered it.

‘This is…’

She had recovered?

Ewan froze for a moment, then realized.

Right, if he could expel alcohol from his body through intense exercise, Celicia should be able to as well. In fact, given her higher cultivation, she should recover even faster.

At this thought, Ewan suddenly shivered, an extremely awkward expression crossing his face.

Because the girl was still pinned beneath him, both of them wearing only thin inner garments, which were somewhat disheveled from their previous movements.

“Ce-Celicia, this was an accident, an accident, do you understand?”

Ewan stammered a frantic explanation: “I had no intention of doing anything to you. I’ve already stopped, and I can leave right now…”

Leave…

He couldn’t leave.

Because Celicia was freezing Ewan’s hands.

“Celicia?”

Ewan offered a bitter smile: “Will you let me go?”

“…” Celicia remained silent, gazing at Ewan.

She scrutinized him carefully.

As she looked at Ewan’s face, strained with suppressed desire, her expression occasionally became blank, as if she were contemplating something, or some words.

The ice continued to freeze.

However, no matter how pure or hard the ice, once it melts and refreezes, it will inevitably incorporate something different.

And these elements frozen within the ice will endure longer and more profoundly than in ordinary people.

“Celicia… can you melt the ice?”

Ewan still spoke cautiously: “I won’t do anything to you; I’ll leave immediately…”

Before he could finish, the ice melted.

Ewan’s spirits lifted, and he was about to withdraw when he suddenly felt two soft hands encircle his neck.

Then, a familiar sensation of the world spinning.

Ewan was already beneath the girl.

“Eh?”

Ewan was stunned.

What the hell? Again?

“Celicia, what… what are you doing?” Ewan cried out in alarm.

Celicia straightened her body, sitting astride Ewan. Her nostrils flared, still lightly panting from lust, her skin gleaming with an alluring luster in the candlelight.

With a flick of her delicate hand, their last remaining barriers simultaneously drifted away.

The perfectly formed twin jade rabbits broke free from their confinement, revealed before Ewan, still pert and inviting.

“Wh-what?”

Ewan stared at the parching sight, speechless with shock: “You… you’re not sober yet?”

“Ewan Campbell, you’re a grown man, why are you chattering on with so much nonsense? Aren’t you ashamed?”

Celicia finally spoke, her voice clear and cold.

She lowered her head, staring into Ewan’s eyes, a sneer of disdain curling her lips: “And, when did you get the impression… that you could control me?”

As she spoke.

In Ewan’s suddenly widened eyes, she subtly lifted her graceful hips, her delicate hand reaching down to grasp the fiery shaft.

Then…

Her lithe body thrust down abruptly, accompanied by two simultaneous gasps. The long spear accurately breached the secluded valley, unstoppable.

Her silver-white hair danced, her delicate body heaving violently, drenched in fragrant sweat.

She lifted her proud head, like an exalted princess… no, at this moment, she was more like an aloof Queen, guiding her sole knight to charge, charge, and charge again into the deepest, furthest reaches!