If Celia had been able to maintain her balance through sheer will just a moment ago, then this single lick drained every ounce of strength from her body.
It was as if a hidden switch had suddenly been flipped; a tingling numbness surged from the tip of her ear and instantly swept through her entire body.
She could clearly feel the strength that had been supporting her crumbling in that moment.
Feeling the body in her arms go limp in an instant, leaving behind nothing but soft whimpers, Onyxia finally pulled back a short distance.
She looked down, watching Celia’s tightly closed eyes and the frantic trembling of her long lashes.
Even the girl’s breathing had become ragged and pitiful.
Yet, the arms encircling her held her entire weight steady.
She said nothing, only lowering her head again.
This time, she continued to trail light kisses over that still-burning and sensitive ear tip.
Celia shuddered uncontrollably once more, letting out a muffled whimper.
Her body went completely soft in the other woman’s arms, abandoning all futile resistance.
Her reason teetered on the edge of collapse amidst the tingling sensations of being repeatedly touched in such sensitive spots.
However, a final spark of sanity allowed her to squeeze out a series of broken requests in a trembling whisper during a brief lull.
“Don’t, don’t be like this… Ilyas is still right there watching.”
Onyxia’s movements came to a halt.
She lowered her lashes, looking at the pitiful sight of the girl in her arms — eyes shut tight and even the base of her ears flushed a deep red — but the smile on her lips only deepened.
“Don’t be like this?”
She repeated slowly, her warm breath brushing against Celia’s hyper-sensitive ear. “Because Ilyas is watching?”
Celia nodded hurriedly. “Yes, Ilyas is right there. You can’t do this.”
“You’re right, Celia,” Onyxia said, her tone carrying a hint of praise.
“With someone else present, I really shouldn’t… continue like this.”
A faint sliver of weak hope rose within Celia due to the change in her tone.
In the next second, she heard Onyxia speak in a matter-of-fact voice toward Ilyas’s direction.
“But Ilyas isn’t a bystander, is she? Ilyas, why are you just standing there in a daze?”
“Didn’t we agree to do this together?”
Celia’s eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with shock.
She opened her mouth in a futile attempt to speak, but no sound came out.
With an expression of sheer disbelief, she looked into Onyxia’s smiling eyes and then instinctively turned toward Ilyas.
Standing there, Ilyas seemed as if she had been struck by an invisible whip upon hearing Onyxia’s call, and her entire body jerked violently.
Her cheeks were so red they looked ready to bleed, and her eyes were as panicked as a startled fawn.
She didn’t dare meet Celia’s gaze at all.
But this time, she didn’t try to hide herself again.
Under Onyxia’s smiling gaze and Celia’s shocked, dazed stare, Ilyas took her first step with agonizing slowness.
Step by step, she shuffled over to the two of them.
Ilyas was now close enough to feel the heat radiating from Celia’s body and close enough to catch the faint, aggressive scent lingering on Onyxia.
She stopped, her hands clenched nervously against her chest.
Her body was as rigid as a statue, and she was even holding her breath.
Onyxia finally retracted her gaze with satisfaction, refocusing on the face of the completely stunned Celia in her arms.
She leaned in until her nose was almost touching Celia’s, her voice dropping to a low, playful whisper.
“See? She’s here.”
“Now… there are no bystanders.”
While one of her hands remained steady around Celia’s waist, she lifted the other and naturally took hold of the hand Ilyas was clutching to her chest, gently guiding it toward Celia’s abdomen.
“Ilyas,” Onyxia’s voice sounded like a seductive lure, “Celia is shaking… Touch her and see, isn’t she burning hot?”
The moment Ilyas’s fingertips brushed against Celia’s skin, she recoiled as if she had been scorched by fire, only to be firmly held in place by Onyxia’s hand.
At the touch, Celia let out a short, sharp gasp.
Her body jerked, wanting to curl inward, only to find herself surrounded by warmth on both sides, with nowhere to escape.
Her vision blurred, and her senses were completely thrown into chaos.
On one side was Onyxia’s scorching breath; on the other was Ilyas’s shy yet real touch.
Then there was that sentence that shattered her final illusions — ‘Didn’t we agree to do this together?’
The final thread of reason she had tried to maintain to keep her dignity finally snapped under the silent pincer attack of the two women.
She abandoned all futile thoughts and struggles.
“Wait, wait… I, I only have one request…”
She buried her burning face deeper into the crook of Onyxia’s neck, sounding unmistakably pathetic.
“Can we… can we go inside? Out here is… not very good.”
“No,” Onyxia refused outright.
“Mm, don’t, wait, wait! Not there… Ilyas, why are you also… *whimper*…”
Celia’s broken whimpers trembled in the humid air, but Onyxia only let out a low laugh.
“Celia, you were too fast,” she said, her voice saturated with unabashed amusement.
Her gaze didn’t leave Celia’s flushed, dazed face as she lightly rubbed the girl’s cheek with her finger, calling back her wandering consciousness.
“But look, Ilyas and I… we haven’t even started yet.”
The meaning hidden in those words made Celia shudder violently, the broken whimpers catching in her throat.
“We… can’t just stop like this, right?”
“We have to be fair.”
Her breath brushed against Celia’s sweat-drenched temple.
“And we also have to… be honest.”
Celia wanted to shake her head, wanted to struggle, but all her strength and all her words only turned into whimpers that echoed over the Hot Spring Pool.
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