Chapter 53: Exploring the Palace (02)

Kael and Seraphine stopped in front of a gigantic gate.

It stood over twenty meters tall. Unlike the rest of the palace, which was mostly black, the gate was a deep gold, standing out against the dark walls as if it were glowing on its own.

"This must be the gate that leads to the lower part of the palace," Seraphine said, stepping closer and holding out her hands.

She didn’t even have to use any force.

Her fingers barely brushed the golden surface when a sharp crack echoed around them. A gust of wind came out of nowhere, its pressure sending her pink hair streaming back.

Seraphine flinched and took a step back, hiding behind Kael, who could only smile wryly.

It was funny to see her—now so much more powerful than he was—all cowering and clinging to his back like a frightened little hamster.

Her fingers twisted in his clothes, her soft breasts squashed against his back.

Kael planted his feet and used his body as a shield against the wind, raising a thin barrier of Qi in front of himself just to be safe.

The doors slid open with a terrifying screech that grated on both their ears, and Seraphine winced, burying her face against his back.

A wave of hot air rushed out through the opening, hitting their faces like the blast from a furnace.

Beyond the gate, there was only a corridor—perhaps fifty meters long—with black walls on both sides.

Pools of magma lay exposed along the floor, bathing everything in an orange glow and making the shadows flicker across the stone.

"Come on, little hamster," Kael called over his shoulder, stepping forward.

"I’m not a hamster! You shameless pervert!" Seraphine let out a high-pitched squeal and stomped out from behind him, falling into step at his side.

Her cheeks puffed out in anger, which only made the nickname fit her even better.

The two advanced cautiously, stepping around the bubbling pools while the heat pressed against their skin.

Kael carried his spear in one hand, the shaft resting across his shoulders. His other hand slid down to Seraphine’s slender waist, fingers closing around its narrow curve.

Her skin was warm through her clothes, and her hips flared out obscenely just below his palm.

Her face was slightly flushed, and she kept her eyes fixed on the end of the corridor.

At the end of the path, a black stone staircase plunged downward. They began to descend, and soon the steps curved into a spiral.

The heat from the corridor still followed them down. A drop of sweat trickled along Seraphine’s neck, slid over her collarbone, and disappeared into the cleavage peeking out of her neckline.

She kept one hand pressed to her chest, gently cupping her enormous, warm tits to steady them as the two quickened their pace.

Her arm held her left breast in place while her hand rested firmly on the right one, her grip tightening until her fingers sank into the sweat-slick flesh and made it bulge between them.

It barely helped. Even pressed against her chest, the two huge milkers still wobbled with every step she took, like twin mountains of jelly.

Their footsteps echoed endlessly, always at the same rhythm, always along the same curve. Every step looked identical to the last.

Seconds turned into minutes.

Minutes turned into hours.

"Is this some kind of illusion?" Seraphine asked with an irritated grunt, stopping in her tracks.

Her breasts carried on for a moment after she stopped, swaying heavily beneath her hand before they finally settled.

Kael stopped as well, frowning. The echo of their footsteps died away all at once, and the silence weighed heavily on their ears.

They had been descending for an hour and a half. Judging by their speed, they had to be at least a few kilometers deep by now.

Kael slid his hand away from her waist and crouched down, pressing his palm against the inner wall of the spiral staircase. He released a thread of Qi, letting it crawl along the stone in search of flaws.

Seraphine had only just broken through, so her Qi senses were still adjusting. Kael’s, however, were steady, and he could perceive everything clearly.

The thread told him they were only about fifty meters from the main level.

He pushed his palm forward, and the black bricks gave way with a dry crack, revealing the hollow interior of the staircase.

It was a relatively narrow passage, but wide enough for two people to squeeze through, and it dropped straight down until it disappeared into the darkness.

"Oh... That’s a pretty crude trick," Seraphine whispered, leaning in to peer into the hole.

She was a little disappointed in herself for letting a trick like that fool her for so long, but she didn’t dwell on it.

"Yeah... I remember reading about this in a book once... Luckily, my senses are sharp, so I had no trouble finding the weak link in the formation," Kael said, standing up and holding out his hand to her.

The longer he spent in that world, the happier he was that the former owner of that body had been such a bookworm.

Well, it was only natural. Born with no prospects of becoming a great warrior, the poor guy could do nothing but immerse himself in the world of fantasy.

Actually, since fantasy stories weren’t that common in that world, he mainly read cultivation novels, stories about beasts, and, of course, books on spiritual arrays.

Without waiting for Seraphine to take his outstretched hand, Kael caught her wrist and pulled her against him.

She stumbled forward and crashed into him.

Her huge, warm breasts mashed against Kael’s powerful chest, spreading wide as they swallowed his firm muscles. The impact set them jiggling between their bodies.

With her clothes in the way, he could still feel her hard nipples poking into his chest, two stiff points standing out against all that softness. A startled gasp escaped her, hot against his collarbone.

"Wrap your legs around my hips," Kael said. He let go of her wrist and slid his free hand down her back to her butt, where his palm settled to support her.

A round, full buttock filled his hand. His fingers sank into the warm softness without coming anywhere near covering all of it. The flesh swelled between his fingers as he tightened his grip, overflowing the edges of his palm.

"We have to go together to fully escape the illusion. If we split up, the one left behind will stay trapped and have to find another weak spot in the formation."

Seraphine held her breath, her face growing even hotter. She shot him a suspicious glance, but Kael met it with a perfectly straight face, and she obeyed anyway.

She gave a little hop, and her full weight dropped into his hand. Her ass cheeks sank around his fingers, the flesh bulging out on every side and quivering for a moment from the landing.

A moment later, her legs wrapped around his hips, her thick thighs parting on either side before squeezing tight.

The heat between her legs pressed against his stomach and her arms slipped around his neck to steady herself.

The new position pushed her breasts a little higher, squeezing them between their bodies, until the top of her cleavage—plump and perfect—sat right beneath Kael’s face, serving as a rest for his chin.

She was so close that the scent of her skin, mixed with sweat, rose straight to his nose.

Kael didn’t waste much time. He stepped up to the edge of the hole he had opened and jumped, taking her down with him.

"Kyaa! Nghnn~ Shit, I hate this!" Seraphine screamed as the darkness swallowed them and their bodies plummeted toward the abyss.

For an instant, the weightlessness made her breasts float up against the underside of his chin, as if they weighed nothing at all.

The wind roared up through the shaft, and Kael’s stomach lurched into his throat.

Seraphine’s pink hair whipped against his face, and her arms locked around his neck so tightly they nearly choked him, dragging his face deeper into her cleavage.