Chapter 118. I still lost to him. ...
When I regained consciousness, it was already midnight.
We actually spent the whole day doing it on the sofa, on the carpet, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, on the bed, and under the bed.
I've forgotten how it all happened; everything was chaotic and crazy.
I slumped back on the sofa, feeling utterly weak. He held me tightly in his arms, as if he didn't want to be apart from me for even a minute.
Someone knocked on the door midway through the meeting and cautiously told him that a meeting was about to start, but he didn't respond at all.
Exhausted, I hugged his waist and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight, and he was still beside me. I was startled.
Our battleground has shifted to the bed, and I slept soundly in bed.
"Why didn't you go to the morning council?" I asked, wrapping my naked body in the sheet.
"I just want to be with you." He sat up naked and gently embraced me.
I pushed him away. "I'm up."
Wrapped myself tightly in the sheet, I hid in the dressing room, put on a light blue dress that was completely airtight, and combed my long hair before coming out. I saw him handing something to the maid at the door.
"What's that?" I asked curiously as I walked over.
The maid quickly bowed and left. He turned around, frowning at me. "Aren't you hot dressed like that?"
"So you won't get any lustful thoughts again," I said.
He smiled slyly and mischievously, "Even if you wore a sheet of iron, I would still be tempted."
I had no time for flirting with him. I stood on tiptoe to look in the direction the maid had left. "I think I saw you give her the bedsheet."
"Yes," he surprisingly admitted, "it's a bed sheet."
"Would you voluntarily hand over the bed sheets to the maid to wash?"
"It's not for washing, it's for making a record with the Queen," he said.
"What record?" I was completely confused.
He gently embraced my waist. "If the girl who spends the night with the king is a virgin, she needs to have a record made with the queen. She doesn't need to take contraceptives and can get pregnant in the first month. If she is not a virgin, she must take contraceptives for three months. She can only get pregnant with the king's permission in the fourth month."
"The purpose of this is to prevent confusion of the royal bloodline and to prevent the birth of offspring who are not the monarch."
I didn't say anything for a long time.
“I never dreamed that my girl would still be a virgin, after being the mistress of two men and the wife of one man.” He hugged my waist tightly, his face pressed against mine. “I have to admit, I am overjoyed.”
That day, I insisted on taking the contraceptive pill, and he had no choice but to agree.
At the same time, I told him, "I am not your mistress. Even if we had this relationship, I would not be your mistress. At most," I paused, "a casual lover."
“Okay, casual fling.” He replied lazily.
My blood-stained sheet was sent to the Queen, and it is said that the entire court was shocked. Six months later, when the news spread, it was said that Benoît, Mamboa, and Artis became the laughingstock of the court.
“I have to admit that I’m just an ordinary person,” I said to Di Yaruo in the dungeon. “I also have human weaknesses and can do irrational things when driven by desires.”
Di Yaruo laughed and said, "Just enjoy yourself, why think so much? He's an extremely handsome man. If it were me, I would eat him too."
At the midnight banquet, there was singing and dancing, fine food and wine, and beautiful women performing dazzling dances. The Elf King's queen and her four mistresses, dressed in their finest attire and beaming with smiles, sat on luxurious and comfortable cushions, surrounded by a group of noblewomen and young ladies.
I was surrounded by some unfamiliar young ladies, but as they saw my aura growing colder, they discreetly left.
Perhaps it was because I had lost my virginity that I had an indescribable feeling. It took a long time for this feeling to subside.
Many people were sitting in the banquet hall, and many were standing. I quietly got up and, like I used to do when I was a tutor, silently moved through the crowd, hoping to glean some information.
But after walking around, I didn't hear any useful information.
The banquet quickly reached its climax. Noblemen and ladies rushed onto the dance floor to dance with the dancers. They laughed, twirled, and spun around, occasionally embracing, somewhat like the dances of ethnic minorities.
A slender, pale hand with pink nail polish suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulled me onto the dance floor, and started dancing with me. I was startled and spun around twice before I could see who it was. I was so shocked that my legs froze, and I couldn't jump anymore.
The heavy makeup and thick foundation couldn't hide her tired and haggard features.
It's Aife! My fiancée from the desolate land of Bernot, and the one I even married!
How did she end up here?
"Let's dance to our hearts' content, the midnight revelry has begun!" shouted a nobleman, and the dance floor erupted in even louder laughter, pushing the atmosphere to its climax.
“Perhaps we can cooperate,” Eve said quickly in a low voice, turning around. “You want to leave, and I want to leave too.”
"Why are you here?" She pulled me around in a circle again.
"Having lost their usefulness, they were sold by Luo Xi and, after many twists and turns, ended up here."
Two alluring ladies suddenly hopped over with giggles, separating us. I was pulled into a whirling dance by one of the ladies, while Ai-Fu was pulled aside by the other.
After returning to my room from the dinner party, a maid thoughtfully reminded me, "The first lady you danced with tonight is a high-class socialite. It's best to avoid associating with her."
"High-class courtesan" is a euphemism used in aristocratic circles; its direct meaning is a high-class prostitute.
They come from humble backgrounds, but due to their noble lineage, they can still move freely within aristocratic circles. They are beautiful and have excellent figures, but they have little money or assets to rely on, and usually can only depend on men for financial support or receiving gifts after sleeping with them.
“I enjoy hanging out with socialites,” I said. “They’re really good in bed, and I’d like to learn from them.”
The maid's face turned bright red, and she didn't try to persuade her any further.
The second night, I even summoned Aife, and the two of us stripped naked and sat on the bed waiting for the Elf King. But that night, the Elf King did not come.
Aifu and I chatted discreetly for a while.
We soaked in the warm pool, tracing the characters of the Eastern Frontier on the water's surface with our fingers—the strokes were incredibly fast, disappearing in an instant. Sometimes we had difficulty understanding each other's meaning, but after a couple of strokes, we generally got it.
After soaking for about an hour, a maid came to report: "The King will not be coming tonight. Lady Aifu, please leave."
The morning sunlight peeked through the thick curtains, and I had no choice but to get up. A maid draped a white bathrobe over me, while Aifu, still dripping wet, got up, walked to the door, grabbed a towel, wrapped herself in it, nodded to me, and left.
After putting on a long dress, drying her wet hair, and wearing a golden crown and flowing snow robes, the Elf King appeared at the door.
I smiled at him, walked over and hugged him, rubbing my face against his chest. "I thought you would like a threesome."
He chuckled. "Where did you learn all this?"
"Does this even need to be taught? Desire is a human instinct." I smiled innocently. "I also want to learn from her how to please a man."
"What trick are you up to now?" His golden eyes gleamed. "If you really had such intentions, you wouldn't have remained a virgin until now."
"I've only just discovered how interesting things are between men and women. I want to learn more, and it would be best to observe in person to learn faster."
“I don’t want you to witness this in person,” he said, putting his arm around my waist as we walked out of the room. “Women are petty and jealous. If you really see this, you’ll definitely give me the cold shoulder.”
“I’m different, really. I’m very generous, so I can learn from you.”
His steps abruptly halted, his voice turning cold and sharp, "You haven't fallen in love with me yet, have you? I can't stand even if there's another man by your side."
“Men and women are different,” I said fearlessly, and stepped forward. “Men are more possessive, while women, out of survival needs, are willing to share a man with multiple women, just to make a living.”
"So, you're willing to be my long-term mistress?" he suddenly laughed and asked me with great interest.
“I don’t need your food,” I smiled innocently. “I’m only relying on you for now to survive, but this is only a temporary relationship.”
"A temporary relationship? You gave me your virginity for a temporary relationship, aren't you losing out?"
“It’s worth it,” I said innocently. “You’re so handsome, have such a great body, and are so skilled. I got to enjoy it, so it’s not a loss at all.”
He laughed loudly, his laughter hearty and deep, full of masculine allure.
I'm serious. I'm a little annoyed by his smile. In modern society, only wealthy women can afford to be with someone as talented as him. I'm getting it for free, and he's even providing me with food and lodging. I'm really not losing out.
But in this battle between men and women, I still lost. I desperately resisted him, only wanting a normal relationship between a man and a woman, even if it meant being an interrogator in the "eighteenth level of hell," but in the end, I couldn't resist the desire between men and women and lost to him.
The next day, I arrived at the temple where the ceremony was held on the third day of the Elf King's wedding. Pushing open the brass doors engraved with roses and lilies, I passed through an open courtyard with a dozen or so columns, and smelled the fragrance of petals and essential oils emanating from the gold and silver lamps on the walls of the hall, before arriving at the main hall where a huge altar made of pure gold was placed.
I originally wanted to find an opportunity to see the Queen's portrait, but I unexpectedly saw the Queen's image on the mat under the altar.
The Queen was kneeling before the ancestral tablets when she saw me and gently stood up.
She wore light makeup, her long hair reached her waist, and she walked gracefully towards me in a snow-white, floor-length dress. I thought of the Elf King.
No wonder they're from the same race; even their walking posture and inner temperament are very similar.
"I didn't expect to see you here." She was surprised.
I gave her a slight bow and said, "I just came to take a walk since I had nothing else to do."
"Are you here to see the portrait of the Elf Queen?" she asked, revealing the truth in one sentence.
I neither denied nor admitted it.
She smiled slightly, and even her smile resembled that of the Elf King—both being upper echelons of the Elf race, they were remarkably similar in their speech and mannerisms.
“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. The temple’s secret door can only be opened during important rituals.” She suddenly took my arm, very familiarly, as if we were close sisters. “But don’t be too disappointed. She’s from the Houns family. If you contact someone in their family, you might be able to get her portrait.”
Was this some kind of hint? My heart skipped a beat.
“But don’t let Wang know,” she put her finger to her lips, making a “shh” gesture. “He doesn’t like you using your powers right now, and he’s afraid you’ll run away again.”
My heart skipped a beat again.
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Author's note: I've been experiencing a bit of a bottleneck lately... sigh...
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