Muxuan lay leisurely on a rock, eyes slightly squinted as he looked at the Black Mist blocked by the light not far away.
Lusechi had nothing left to teach. After teaching Roman some basic physical training, he went to oversee the construction progress of his Mage Tower.
As for Mosen… he had been driven off by Lusechi to help herd sheep.
“Your Holiness, isn’t it about time to start?”
Muxuan’s brow twitched at the sound of the voice. Turning to look at Qiansitelin, who wore a lingering smile, Muxuan suddenly felt a headache coming on.
He had finally found such a relaxing spot with no one around where he could lie quietly for a while. In the end, he was still found by this person, Qiansitelin.
“Fine… I really give up on you…”
Somewhat reluctantly lifting the disguise on her body, Muxuan stood up bashfully.
“One must accept defeat when they lose a bet, Your Highness. Besides, you’ve been wearing that for so long, it’s time for a change.”
Looking at Muxuan’s soft and fragrant appearance, Qiansitelin felt that her mood for the day was wonderful. She could dress her Highness in a new outfit again!
“Don’t go pinching me like dat!”
Before they even entered the house, Qiansitelin’s hands restlessly reached for Muxuan’s fair and tender face, constantly kneading and squishing it.
Muxuan really could not take it and slapped Qiansitelin’s hands away.
“Waaaa… Your Highness is acting cold toward me again…”
Qiansitelin covered her hands, looking aggrieved. It was as if Muxuan had committed some heinous crime against her.
Helplessly clutching her forehead, Muxuan grew discouraged, and the ahoge on her head went limp.
‘I just won’t resist…’
She sighed internally. Muxuan had already given up. Even if she resisted, Qiansitelin would always find an opportunity to mess with her. It was better not to resist at all.
“Just do whatever you want…”
Soon, Muxuan and Qiansitelin entered the house. The rustle of clothes rubbing against each other echoed continuously from within. Then, suggestive sounds that invited wild imagination drifted out.
“Your Highness… if you do this, we won’t be able to finish changing your clothes.”
Qiansitelin poked Muxuan’s rosy cheeks, which looked like they could drip with moisture, her tone somewhat helpless. Muxuan’s hands were firmly covering her private areas below. No matter how hard Qiansitelin tried, she could not pry them open.
‘Didn’t you say I could do whatever I wanted?’
Qiansitelin reached out her claws unhappily, occupying two high grounds in an instant.
“Waaa!”
After letting out a cute cry, Muxuan tried to free one hand to stop her, but Qiansitelin seized the opportunity to reach lower.
“Eeek!”
As a sensitive area was touched, an indescribable sensation rushed to her head. The ahoge on top of her head stood up as if in response to a stimulus.
“Don’t…”
Muxuan’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s. Her face was flushed with shame as she constantly twisted her small body. Most of her clothes had already been stripped off by Qiansitelin, revealing a vast amount of snowy white skin and presenting an enticing, beautiful sight.
“Your Highness, stop struggling. It will be over soon, and it will feel very good.”
Qiansitelin lifted a strand of hair, her forehead gently resting against Muxuan’s. Warm air escaped her red lips, but her hands did not slow down at all.
Muxuan’s eyes instantly turned into dizzying swirls, and her entire body went limp.
“Ugh…”
Indistinct sounds kept coming from Muxuan’s mouth. Her head was already in a daze.
“Tsk. Your Highness, you have a strange illness.”
‘Huh? What strange illness?’
The ahoge that had gone limp suddenly stood up again. Although her brain could no longer process information and she could not sense the slyness in Qiansitelin’s tone, Muxuan still showed a confused expression.
“Pfft—”
Amused by her Highness’s dazed and cute look again, Qiansitelin answered the confusion.
“Your Highness is flawlessly clean.”
!?
As soon as the words left Qiansitelin’s mouth, Muxuan’s brain went into overdrive and she immediately realized the meaning.
“Eeek—!”
Hurriedly pushing Qiansitelin away, Muxuan curled her body up and covered her burning face. Steam seemed to be rising from the top of her head.
Qiansitelin watched her Highness with interest, her face full of a delightful smile. Just at the very last moment, she had finished putting a new set of innerwear on Muxuan.
“You…”
Muxuan wanted to say something, but the words would not come out.
‘So hateful!’
Internally, she was going crazy. On the outside, she was like a cat with its fur standing on end, staring fiercely at Qiansitelin. Who would do something like this? Looking at her private parts and then teasing her about it!
‘If I were still a man, I would definitely show Qiansitelin what a monster looks like!’
Glaring at Qiansitelin, Muxuan ignored the fact that she was still barely wearing anything and pushed Qiansitelin out directly.
With a *bang*, she slammed the door shut. Muxuan panted, her small chest heaving up and down.
After finally managing to calm her turbulent emotions slightly, she looked at her large patches of exposed fair skin and then at the magnificent yet complicated dress before falling into a deep silence.
—
Qiansitelin stood outside the door, looking at the wooden door Muxuan had tightly closed. She was not too dejected.
Her face was slightly flushed, and her breathing was a bit erratic. Her small tongue lightly circled her lips as if savoring the sensation from just now. She was not in a hurry; her little Saintess would definitely come out to find her soon. After all, she had specifically chosen the most difficult dress to put on. Even for herself, it would take 30 minutes to wear it without help.
Fiddling with the ring on her finger, Qiansitelin took out **[Lylasell]** again. A strange power was transmitted, making her frown, but it soon relaxed.
“Those old fogies… aren’t they dead yet?”
Even if they were not dead, they probably would not last much longer. How pathetic. Instead of turning to the Light… they threw themselves into that bottomless darkness.
It was a distress signal, but Qiansitelin had no intention of going to the rescue. Once those morally corrupt old men were no longer constrained, she had stopped trusting them altogether. Moreover, this signal was likely bait to lure in some desperate fool.
She would need to remind her little Saintess later. It would not be good if she fell into the trap of those old men; they were all incredibly devious.
*Creak—*
While Qiansitelin was still lost in thought, the sound of the wooden door opening came. She immediately turned her head, putting **[Lylasell]** away.
“Um, Qiansitelin… I don’t know how to put this on…”
Looking at the small head poking out of the doorway and the hesitant, shy expression, Qiansitelin immediately broke into a smile.
“Alright, Your Highness. I’m coming right now!”