Chapter 132 My palm is still covering his lips...
The freezing rain season in the West is almost over, and warm early spring is just around the corner—the best season in the West. Deya is about to hold a ball to offer some solace to the recently uneasy upper class.
I saw the name "Bernot" on the list of foreign guests.
"Will he come?" I asked Di Yaruo.
“I won’t object if you want to reminisce with him,” Di Yaruo replied with a smile. “He can stay in your room for a few days.”
You're overthinking it.
“I really don’t care about any of that. Look at Haiya,” Diya yawned, “she changes into a different beautiful woman every night, and I just pretend I don’t see it.”
All she wanted was the identity of Haiya as the prince of the Western Frontier.
"Why did you choose Haiya in the first place? There were so many exiled princes," I asked curiously.
“He’s the worst off.” Di Ya Ruo chuckled. “Other princes who are exiled always have a backup plan, such as being helped by their wives’ families, being pulled back by their lovers, or having old allies help them find work. But he has nothing. I need a prince who has fallen to the very bottom of the cliff. He has no choice but to follow you wholeheartedly, which reduces his wicked intentions.”
Is that really the case? I didn't say anything. Haiya had been having other ideas, but I didn't say anything.
On the way to the library, we passed a garden where Haiya was having fun with two heavily made-up beauties. Haiya was naked, leaning against the hot spring pool, while the equally naked beauties were either in his arms or submerged in the water massaging him.
Haiya saw me and waved at me, but I ignored him.
Haiya exclaimed, "What the hell?!" He laughed loudly.
I hurried to the library, spent an hour researching, and was about to take a break when a piece of intelligence was handed to me.
Now that I've become queen, I receive all sorts of new information from time to time, which is an unexpected bonus. I used to live in a closed-off world.
"The spice contract between House Yod and the King of the West was voided, and the King of the West instead signed a contract with the Queen of the South, at a price one-tenth lower than before."
It seems the contract details I peeked at earlier worked. The Queen of the Southern Territory got what she wanted for 400,000 gold; it was well spent.
The spring night was pleasantly breezy, and the chill of the recent freezing rains seemed to have vanished suddenly. The brilliance and liveliness of the dance party added a fiery warmth to the spring night.
The nobles were almost all wearing short sleeves, their slender, smooth arms drawing attention. They danced gracefully in the center of the dance floor, their bare arms draped over each other's waists and shoulders in an ambiguous and alluring manner.
I was the only one wearing long sleeves, which sealed me off quite tightly.
Di Yaruo wore a low-cut, backless, side-slit, semi-transparent long dress that revealed her thighs. Her entire shoulders and back were devoid of any fabric; from her shoulders and back down, there was also no fabric; countless thin golden tassels, adorned with pearls, cascaded down her slender waist like shimmering water, swaying back and forth with the movement of her waist and hips.
That's incredibly open-minded!
Even her pure black thong underwear was barely visible.
She was the sex symbol of the night. Surrounded by several muscular, handsome young men, they pulled out all the stops to win her favor, making her laugh uncontrollably.
Her husband, on the other hand, seemed rather low-key, contrary to his usual style.
He was accompanied only by a wealthy woman with alluring features and captivating, seductive eyes that seemed to have hooks in them; she was clearly a high-class socialite from the upper class.
As for me, I kept a low profile. I dressed conservatively, in a long skirt that covered my neck and feet, and I was all alone.
I poured myself a drink and felt that I had a certain style, quite like a refined scholar.
But I know that's not the custom here.
Primitive emotions and desires are what the people here revere.
"Why did Lord Yori of the East leave the West the day before yesterday? I was planning to invite him for drinks and introduce him to two beautiful courtesans."
"You don't know yet? The spice trade negotiations between the East and West broke down. The South offered a lower price, and the King of the West signed a deal with the Queen of the South."
Two men dressed in noble robes were drinking to my right rear, their voices very low, but I could still hear them.
I was deliberately listening to what the people around me were saying.
"The original contract between the East and the West was leaked, and the South learned of the contract price, so it signed a contract with the King of the West at a price slightly lower than that of the East."
"Lord Jolly is in deep trouble now. He'll probably get a beating when he gets back to the East."
“He is bound to fall out of favor. Lord Abdul has many adopted sons, and they are all vying to climb the ranks.”
The lights suddenly dimmed, and the music became urgent and seductive. I stood up in surprise, about to ask the maid not far away what was happening, when a shrill laugh rang out. A group of noblewomen who had been sitting were pulled, carried, and hoisted onto the dance floor by a group of noblemen who rushed over from the dance floor, the tables, and behind the pillars. Unrestrained and uninhibited laughter echoed through the dance floor. They embraced, danced, kissed, and groped each other to the wild music. One courtesan had been stripped naked, stepping on her own clothes, twisting her waist, sticking out her buttocks, and spinning wildly to the music, laughing loudly at the men.
This scene was comparable to the all-night banquet I experienced in the Western Kingdom court years ago.
Laughter, gasps, screams, and low, almost inaudible moans blended ambiguously with the swirling music, creating a strange, primal, erotic illusion.
I was standing outside the dance floor, lost in thought, when a pair of long, strong hands with distinct knuckles and bulging veins pulled me into the dance floor.
The dim light illuminated his thick, fiery red lips, highlighting his alluring and stunning features, giving him a strange and deadly attraction.
I was terrified and struggled desperately to break free, but he held on even tighter.
"Let me go, Bernard!"
Everyone else is jumping, but you're just standing there.
"Mind your own business!"
He suddenly pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips. I was stunned, my mind went blank for five or six seconds.
Five or six seconds later, I felt the music vibrating, the crowd stirring, and screams, laughter, gasps, and groans gradually reaching my ears.
I broke free from his embrace and covered his lips with my palm to stop him from continuing. But he touched my palm with the tip of his tongue.
His tongue was soft, but when it touched me, it became so hard, passing through my soft palm to my fingertips.
My heart stopped for a moment.
His strange, blue eyes held a kind of mad obsession that vanished in an instant.
I was dragged into his eyes, feeling a bit confused and disoriented.
It was a dangerous omen, but I found myself not wanting to wake up, wanting to remain intoxicated by the crazy music and strange gazes, unwilling to wake up.
My palm still covered his lips, and his warm breath brushed against my ear.
His lips pressed against mine again.
My hand slid down automatically as his breath drew nearer.
We kissed deeply again, lingering and passionately embracing, tightly pressed together, inseparable, burning hot.
Forgive my vulnerability, forgive my acceptance, forgive my involuntary emotions.
I melted in his passionate kiss, kissing him fiercely and wholeheartedly, as if it were the last day of the world.
I kissed him passionately, oblivious to everything else, and into my body.
It penetrated my soul.
It exhausted all my reason.
We kissed for a very long time, and I didn't want to stop.
The lights suddenly came on, and some nobles hissed loudly. Some beautiful women and handsome men, their clothes disheveled and hair loose, abruptly awoke from their passionate kisses or caresses. Some fled, their faces flushed, while others continued their frenzied kisses. Many more, with disheveled hair, lifted their skirts or tied their robes, and hid in the shadows. A few screamed and were swept up by men and carried away to a secluded place.
The nobles burst into laughter, and the intense, suggestive music started up again. They danced in the ballroom, laughing and whistling, creating a lively atmosphere that almost lifted the ceiling of the banquet hall.
I had already been led by Bernard to the shadowy corner of that column. He kissed and nibbled at the tip of my ear, his voice slightly hoarse, "I want to go to your room."
I pressed my hands against his burning chest, trying to cool him down.
"No."
He pleaded ingratiatingly, "Just once, please?"
"No."
He kissed my lips again, forcefully and fiercely, as if trying to completely silence my "no".
The kiss grew more intense and wilder. This time, I felt suffocated and the world spun around me. In just a few seconds, my vision filled with stars, and I fainted...
When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.
When the maid drew back the floor-to-ceiling curtains, the dazzling sunlight streamed in, turning the beige floor a golden hue.
I covered my eyes with one hand.
"Should I draw the curtains?" the maid asked considerately.
"Hmm, pull it up a little."
After my eyes adjusted to the light, I put on my outer robe and was about to get out of bed when the maid said, "Why don't you take your medicine first and rest in bed for a while before getting down?"
"Take medicine? What kind of medicine?"
"Medicine to prevent miscarriage."
I heard the most terrible thing I've ever heard, and it was confirmed half an hour later.
Di Yaruo told me that I was about three months pregnant.
"Impossible, impossible," I murmured, unable to believe it.
"The Elf King's, right?" Di Yaruo smiled and tossed me a bunch of grapes. "I heard pregnant women like sour things, and these are a bit sour."
I didn't answer, and I almost burst into tears. "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"Why is it impossible?!" Di Yaruo looked at me with great interest.
“I only had sex with him once,” I said with difficulty, “and I took contraceptive pills afterwards.”
Di Yaruo patted the back of my hand with a smile, "Contraceptives don't always work."
"Where's Bernard?" I couldn't help but ask as Diya was about to leave my room.
"He disappeared after he found out you were pregnant. I don't know where he went."
As dusk fell, the setting sun painted the sky a fiery red, making the spring evening in the Western Frontier exceptionally beautiful.
I sat alone by the hot spring pool in the garden, dipping my feet into the warm water. The gentle warmth caressed my skin, and before I knew it, my whole body felt warm.
“I actually really like this ending,” a teasing male voice said. “Last night when you two were kissing, I was worried you might be pregnant.”
I looked up and saw it was Haiya.
The last rays of the setting sun illuminated his thin, sharp face, softening the harsh lines of his jaw.
"Can kissing cause pregnancy?" I kicked the pool hard, splashing water everywhere.
“Judging from the way he was acting, you really might have gotten pregnant.” He laughed. “Luckily you stopped later. If you had moved on to the bed, he might have caused you to miscarry.”
"If I had known I was pregnant, I would have let him have sex with me," I said weakly. "An abortion would have been better."
He laughed as he sat down next to me and dipped his feet into the hot spring. “Miscarriage can kill people, it really does. My mother died from a miscarriage. She bled all over the bed. I saw it with my own eyes. My father beat her so badly that she miscarried.”
"No wonder you have such a violent temper." He was just imitating me. I glanced at him, moved away from him.
He glanced at me and said, "So what if he's violent? I like it."
I didn't want to talk to him anymore, so I simply stood up and prepared to leave.
“Bronze anklets,” he said suddenly.
"What?!" I was stunned.
"For a time, my father fed me a drug to make me mute and forcibly sent me to the Black Castle, the land of death."
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