Free Web NovelChapter 457: Chapter 58: Cranking Up the Intensity
Ailorus’s message was perfectly clear: ’Serve me well, please me well, and your lord will have a grand reward for you!’
Westheid suspected Ailorus had understood his intentions all along. Even without any conditions, he could have borrowed the Thousand Laws Ceremony. At a time like this, what was there to distinguish between what was his and what was hers?
She was just using this as an opportunity to indulge her own particular tastes.
Duke Qinghui was happy to play along. If he could coax Ailorus into a good mood, they could settle the matter amicably.
It was definitely not because he was getting worked up himself! Definitely not!
"Come now, West. Lie down here."
Ailorus said, patting her lap.
When they were alone in the past, they often gave each other lap pillows. Whenever Westheid rested his head on the Elf Lolita’s lap, she would get into character, lavishing him with gentleness and care. It was a form of roleplaying.
But this time... this couldn’t be called cosplay. As Westheid lay his head on her astonishingly smooth thighs, his gaze was met with an exquisitely beautiful face. He could only see half of it, however, because a pair of breasts that defied the Law of gravity occupied the rest of his vision.
"There, there... good boy..."
Ailorus whispered softly, enthusiastically stroking Duke Qinghui’s hair. Normally, this was when Westheid would close his eyes and enjoy her various services, which included but were not limited to: brushing his hair, massaging his shoulders, cleaning his ears, and washing his face. Despite his high level of existence rendering such things completely unnecessary, they were a nice bit of romantic fun.
Duke Qinghui would usually take the opportunity to have a nice nap on the lolita’s delicate lap. This time, however, Westheid found it impossible to fall asleep. His closed eyelids trembled incessantly. As for the reason why...
Ailorus’s other hand... wasn’t behaving itself.
"Hss—Xiao Ai, what are you doing? Why are you..."
Duke Qinghui couldn’t help but gasp. Even though the Elf Sister’s movements were clumsy, her "hardware" was simply too good. Westheid found it hard to resist.
"I learned this from some... study materials. How is it?"
A deep blush crept across Ailorus’s stunning face, and she gently bit her lower lip as she spoke.
The Wind Law Queen wasn’t one to be shy. Even with zero practical experience, she had "observed" plenty of study materials, so Ailorus was quite composed about the whole thing.
Besides, when she’d asked Faticia to... *handle* her fiancé, Star Universe, Ailorus had done some on-the-spot learning then, too. How could she pretend to be some coy, innocent maiden now?!
"Just leave the rest to me, West... Good boy. Look at you. You’re trying to hold back, aren’t you?"
The Wind Law Queen wasn’t a sexually frustrated person, but she’d spent her days watching her beloved lover consort with the noble ladies of her Royal Court. Being forced to just stand by and watch had left her feeling a little frustrated.
This desire had even become a powerful motivation, allowing her to break through several bottlenecks in a short period and master the Wind Law that could distort the very state of spacetime.
In other words, lap pillows, cuddles, and kisses were no longer enough to satisfy Ailorus. She desperately wanted to forge a deeper connection with Westheid.
"Hahh..."
’Bring it on!’ To be honest, Westheid was no saint. He had only put Ailorus off before because he wasn’t into her more youthful appearance; his tastes were perfectly normal and healthy, that’s all.
Now that Ailorus had become a stunning beauty who was perfectly to his liking, Westheid had no reason to refuse a... deeper "exchange" with her.
’Bring it on!’
Let’s fight to our heart’s content! (Close-up on the crotch)
Frankly, unlike his first times with Mivana and Reiya, Westheid felt no sense of panic that his stamina would be drained dry. In her "older sister" mode, Ailorus’s physical constitution hadn’t improved all that much. She also wouldn’t play dirty like Mivana and use the Wind Law to bolster her own stamina.
Therefore, the entire process was quite pleasant and... nuanced.
What surprised and delighted Westheid even more was that, even in the throes of extreme pleasure, Ailorus never forgot their roleplay. The moment he addressed the blonde Elf Queen with certain "forbidden" titles, her passionate infatuation would climb to a whole new level.
Westheid had to admit he was becoming a little obsessed with Ailorus himself. As the King of Wind Law and a member of the Elf Royal Family, her Charm Attribute was terrifyingly high. Especially after she ascended to the Legend Tier, Duke Qinghui could no longer suppress her with his own Tier. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily be captivated by the Wind Law Queen’s astounding Charm.
This had almost never happened in his past experiences. For Westheid to be dominated on the battlefield of Charm rather than stamina... ’It’s absolutely unacceptable!’
’Ancestors, grant me your strength!’
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「The next morning」
By the time the Wind Law Palace opened to the public again, it was already approaching noon. A retinue of attendants and maids entered the bedchamber and immediately set about cleaning the palace and preparing meals.
"Your Majesty..."
Faticia drew closer, her gaze falling upon the Elf Lolita sitting in Westheid’s lap—Ailorus had reverted to her true form. A delicate white nightgown enveloped her petite frame. Her porcelain-white legs swung back and forth as she hummed a cheerful tune, occasionally nuzzling her fiancé’s chin.
"La la la la..."
In stark contrast to the Wind Law Queen stood Westheid. The black-haired, purple-eyed man looked utterly dejected, the very picture of someone who had lost the will to live.
’Wh-what happened here? Don’t tell me Duke Qinghui actually lost to Your Majesty?’
Seeing this, a theory sprang to the purple-haired Elf beauty’s mind, but she immediately dismissed it.
