Chapter 1298: 56. The Empress’s Shyness

Celicia realized that she had made a very serious mistake.

Because she had been far too careless and had never expected this treacherous subject to actually have the courage to launch a sudden attack now, one of her most important positions had ended up completely undefended.

It was like two armies facing each other, except her central command had been completely exposed beneath the enemy's blade.

This placed her at an enormous disadvantage.

More importantly, by the time she reacted, it was already too late to pull back and defend. Her two long, slender legs had already been completely spread apart, while her opponent had pressed forward and thoroughly blocked her route of retreat.

This bastard... was getting more and more practiced.

Although she did not want to admit it, in a one-on-one confrontation, she had almost immediately fallen into a disadvantage.

"You had better think carefully about the consequences."

Even with danger right before her, Celicia remained calm. Her cold, beautiful eyes revealed a trace of arrogance and disdain:

"If you really do that, what you'll face afterward won't be anything as simple as a little punishment."

"I know."

Muen's movements suddenly became gentler.

One hand slowly stroked its way down from those towering peaks toward the plains, then carefully followed the perfect lines of her abdomen. His touch was so tender that it was as though he were holding a precious treasure, unwilling to show even the slightest disrespect or violation.

Yet he truly was drawing closer.

Beneath that gentle exterior was unquestionably the ferocity and forcefulness of a wild beast. His scorching presence pressed toward Celicia, inexplicably giving her the feeling that she was being overwhelmed.

"I know the consequences might be serious, but no matter how serious they are, it still comes down to being punished. Since I'm getting punished either way, what difference does it make whether it's heavier or lighter?"

"You..."

Celicia's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She suddenly realized that she had spoken too absolutely just now, leaving the treacherous subject before her with no "way out."

And what happened when there was no way out?

Naturally, one fought with everything they had.

A cornered beast was always the most terrifying.

"Let go of me now, and I can be a little more merciful."

Rarely, Celicia's voice softened slightly.

"No!"

But Muen rejected her without hesitation.

What kind of joke was that?

Things had already reached this point, and she expected him to sound the retreat?

If he was going to be an evil villain, then naturally he had to carry it through to the very end!

"If there's punishment to be suffered, then everyone should suffer together!"

Muen gave a wicked grin.

"Take this, my Empress!"

With that, he no longer hesitated.

The Tower of Babylon that had long been poised for battle finally broke through that pitiful final defense and entered the forbidden garden that belonged solely to Her Majesty the Empress!

"You—!"

Celicia had just been about to scold him when her entire body suddenly went taut.

Her head tipped back, silver-white hair scattering wildly.

She stared at the ceiling she had personally arranged and let out a sound through her nose ten times more enchanting than usual.

The depths that had gone several months without comfort were finally satisfied.

Even though she regarded this as a humiliating scene, the pleasure brought by her own body still left her temporarily unable to completely control her instincts.

Every cell in her body seemed to rejoice from it.

The sensation was so intense that it almost seemed to spread all the way into every strand of her hair.

Her long legs, which had been forcibly spread apart, unconsciously tried their best to close again, winding tightly around the steel-pillar-like waist of that treacherous subject.

"Hah..."

Only after nearly half a minute did Celicia finally let out a long breath, her body gradually softening.

"It seems Your Majesty isn't quite as unyielding as I imagined."

Muen smiled ambiguously, leisurely admiring Celicia's changes just now.

His initial movements were still extremely gentle.

He wandered once again through the garden scenery he had not seen for several months, yet he had already skillfully and precisely found her weak points, his movements seemingly casual but anything but.

"Such a big reaction when we've only just started? Could it be... Your Majesty talks so coldly and keeps making threats, but in truth you've wanted this for a long time already?"

Celicia pressed her cherry-red lips tightly together and glared fiercely at Muen, but said nothing.

In truth, although she had indeed looked somewhat disheveled after being caught completely off guard just now, even at that moment, her lips had never opened.

Because right now, after Muen began his assault, those cherry-red lips had become an even more important position than the central encampment that had already been so easily captured before she even realized it.

Her peripheral vision flickered to the side.

This treacherous subject appeared to be concentrating on his attack, but the little container was still bouncing restlessly in his other free hand, seemingly eager to make its move...

That was the true killing move.

No matter how fierce his offensive was, even if she lost miserably on the frontal battlefield, as long as she could endure the storm for a little while, she would still remain Her Majesty the Empress standing high above him.

But once that alcohol went down her throat...

"..."

Celicia's eyes flickered.

No matter how thoroughly the frontal battlefield collapsed, she still held firmly to this final position, waiting for her opportunity to counterattack.

She was the Empress.

She was one of the Empire's great sovereigns.

She possessed immense patience and would never be so easily defeated!

"Mm..."

"Your Majesty, if you want to cry out, then just cry out!"

"..."

"Stop forcing yourself."

"..."

"Smack. As expected of Her Majesty the Empress. Even your little ass feels good to slap."

"..."

"Hm? That reaction just now couldn't have been..."

"..."

"Come on, little kitty. Give me a meow!"

"...!"

...

One attacked.

One defended.

No one knew how much time passed.

The treacherous subject committing the offense of defying his sovereign continuously tried to capture that final position, while Her Majesty the Empress, determined to preserve the last trace of her chance at victory, endured Muen's attacks again and again through sheer force of will.

At this moment, a layer of alluring crimson had already spread across her snow-white body.

She looked like a snow lotus atop a high mountain stained by the scarlet glow of sunset, breathtakingly beautiful.

And yet even so, her eyes retained their final clarity.

They remained as cold as an icy lake.

Her cherry-red lips, already bearing the marks of her teeth, had not opened even once from beginning to end, denying Muen even the slightest opportunity to invade.

"Impressive."

At this point, even Muen could not help praising her.

With his current strength, an all-out offensive from him was more than one level stronger than it had been several months ago.

If this had been Ariel, she would probably already have started whimpering and begging for mercy halfway through.

Yet Her Majesty the Empress before him merely looked somewhat disheveled.

And even that disarray came from instinct and was difficult to control.

Her mind itself remained completely clear!

If this continues, I'm going to lose.

After all, their flesh was joined together.

Even though there was no obvious movement on the surface, Muen could still feel the power continuously accumulating within that delicate body.

Naturally, the lofty Empress would never simply allow him to humiliate her.

She had long since prepared to counterattack in secret and was merely waiting for the right opportunity.

She had already made up her mind that when that moment came, she would make this treacherous subject suffer ten times, a hundred times the pain and punishment!

"It seems I can only use my ultimate move."

Seeing this, Muen sighed helplessly.

It was as though that move was simply too despicable, too terrifying, to the point that even he had to mentally prepare himself before using it.

"Hmph..."

Yet in response to Muen's sigh, Celicia merely gave a disdainful cold snort through her nose.

Things had already come this far.

What else could he possibly do?

He was merely pretending to threaten her.

There was no chance she would be frightened.

"Hehe... It seems Your Majesty hasn't thought of that possibility at all."

Her icy gaze was bone-chilling, but Muen merely chuckled without the slightest concern.

Then he slowly bent down and leaned close to Celicia's ear.

Just like that, he bluntly revealed his so-called "ultimate move."

"Your Majesty, surely you don't think that little mouth of yours is the only place capable of absorbing alcohol."

"..."

Celicia's pupils suddenly contracted.

She immediately realized what he meant and began struggling with all her strength, but Muen moved even faster than she expected.

Almost the instant he finished speaking, one finger lightly touched the soft flower bud.

"Wait—"

Celicia, whose nerves had been stretched to their absolute limit, finally opened her mouth and cursed:

"Pervert, don't you dare... Mm!"

Then her cherry-red lips were fiercely sealed by the wicked mouth that had already been waiting for exactly this moment.

Muen revealed the evil expression of someone whose scheme had succeeded.

He opened one hand.

The container inside it had long since been completely empty.

What Celicia had been watching so vigilantly was nothing more than an illusion created with illumination magic.

Part of the wine had already been transferred into Muen's mouth beforehand.

"Mm!"

Celicia's delicate body twisted.

Her pearly teeth remained tightly clenched as she attempted one final resistance.

But Muen seemed to have discovered her weakness.

Once again, he lightly touched that soft flower.

"!"

Her final defense was broken just like that.

The sweet, bitter, and pungent wine mixed with saliva and continuously passed between Celicia's cherry-red lips.

Only that nimble little tongue remained, desperately trying to resist.

But it was completely futile.

Gulp.

Gulp...

"Cough, cough!"

Their lips separated.

Celicia coughed violently, then raised her head.

The icy lake within her eyes had already completely melted, replaced by ferocity and rage like an erupting volcano.

"Despicable! To actually use a trick like that..."

"What do you mean, despicable? When fighting an opponent as troublesome as Your Majesty, naturally I have to use every method available, don't I?"

"You think this is enough to defeat me?"

Whether because she was simply too angry or because she truly felt disdain, Celicia actually sneered again.

"Hm?"

"Ridiculous!"

Taking advantage of the instant Muen froze, she suddenly shoved him hard and surged forward.

The situation reversed in an instant.

Her silver-white hair spilled loosely around her.

Her gemstone-like eyes returned to their usual cold clarity.

She raised her head slightly, her expression arrogant, her entire being radiating an indescribable pride as she looked down at Muen as though he were an insect.

"Who do you think I am? I am Celicia Leopold, Empress of the Empire! Yes, alcohol did indeed make me lose my composure before, but that was in the past!

"Once, twice, even three times—but absolutely never a fourth or fifth! The me of today has long since stopped fearing something as trivial as that!

"Absolutely never!!"

...

One minute later...

"...Ah."

The adorable creature with unfocused eyes twisted in Muen's arms, continuously demanding heated kisses:

"Muen... I love you..."