Chapter 846: Chapter 434: Coronation of Pure Desire
The price, of course, was that it felt fucking amazing.
So amazing it was actually too much.
"No, no! I don’t want to come anymore, let me go!"
Olivia let out a sharp yet unwilling... wait, that’s not Olivia?
Halfway through, Louis awkwardly realized something seemed off.
The hands Ais had been using to pry open the little swan’s legs, her face full of viciousness before, had somehow quietly loosened at some point, and her whole body was now leaning weakly against the girl, trembling.
Maybe by accident, the teapot had been knocked over at some unknown moment, warm tea rippling out and soaking the floor around them, silently speaking of Ais’s sorrow.
How did it turn into this?
She couldn’t remember anymore.
The brain that had still been able to stay calm earlier had openly chosen to shut down.
Olivia’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
Under normal circumstances, of course she couldn’t beat Ais at this.
But why did Ais have to throw herself into his arms?
Did she never stop to think about who it was that Louis "mercilessly tormented" day and night with countless clones, so stuffed she’d even gotten a belly?
It sure as hell wasn’t Ais.
Back then the little swan kept dispelling clones, lying on the bed in such a miserable state, more than half the corners of the sheets were soaked with the tears of that poor "little sister"; even now thinking about it still gave her the chills.
Did they really think the little swan didn’t like this sort of thing even a tiny bit?
Like it or not?
Of course she liked it.
But was she scared?
She really was scared too.
Succubi are supposed to be battle-hardened veterans; in the previous life she’d have been one of those brothel girls whose jade arms have been pillows for a thousand men and whose vermilion lips have been tasted by ten thousand without exaggeration.
By rights, with Louis’s innate incubus bloodline plus the "Seven Deadly Sins – Lust", he should be doing much worse than that.
Swapping a new bride every night in the bridal chamber would’ve been totally within expectations.
Yet the result was so unexpected.
Louis was too restrained.
So restrained that a lot of people had forgotten what a succubus’s nature really was, and just how outrageous the Sin of Lust actually is.
But only the little swan knew that at certain times Louis would fully unleash his craving for some things.
Unfortunately, she was the only one who knew, and had experienced it deeply enough.
Queen of Shadow Country?
Heh!
Old woman, you really think just because you’ve become a bit more charming and coquettish, that means you can just take everything in stride?
You’re nothing but a little lamb that’s never experienced any of this.
Thinking of this, the little swan leaned close to Louis and said:
"Louis, d-don’t stop, y-you’ve always wanted to fuck like crazy, right? T-then give it everything you’ve got, use e-every trick you can."
She was in agony too.
That abnormal pleasure was about to burn her brain dry.
But she refused to lose.
At least she absolutely could not admit defeat in front of Ais.
She’d already thought it through.
Ais was the kind of person even more stubborn than she was.
The Queen of Shadow Country had always been stubborn to a hopeless degree; otherwise she wouldn’t have just sat there watching as her life force was drained away back then.
And the clone that her memories had merged into just so happened to be the condensed form of all her own stubbornness.
Only with a personality like that could she abandon all illusions and resolutely walk the path of protecting her loved ones.
With two types of stubbornness fused together, some things might have changed, but when it came to personality, there would be no obvious softening.
—If anything, it had only grown stronger.
In this situation, simply trying to threaten the black swan was impossible.
If you really push her, she might very well trigger some "mutual destruction" special stunt.
So she’d been consciously guiding her all along.
Guiding that still relatively pure version of herself to willingly step into this trap.
If there weren’t any extra emotions, then she’d create extra emotions herself.
Just like Louis...
His Sin of Lust didn’t look that scary on the surface, but if you really tasted it carefully, you’d realize this authority was one of the rare ones that could massively influence others.
Even an Emperor’s Iron Guards had to pay a huge price to wield the Emperor’s power.
But Louis’s women didn’t need to.
You could even say that compared to the Iron Guards, the price they paid was basically nothing.
You can’t exactly call it "a bloody price" just because you got poked by your lover, right?
Even if, yeah, there really was blood.
But no matter what, the situation right now was extremely serious.
The black swan’s anger had already reached a critical point; Olivia didn’t want to provoke her any further.
So she used an even nastier, more underhanded method.
Which was to simply have Louis go at her directly.
The terror of the Sin of Lust had never lain in its straightforward destructive power.
It was a subtler, deeper kind of influence.
The little swan herself didn’t resist that influence, and neither did Sister Wang.
So the two of them had chosen to let that tender, bone-deep sweetness spread unchecked; after all, it constantly deepened their bond with him.
That was pretty good.
Especially at certain times, it could motivate Louis to a great extent, so he wouldn’t...
Wouldn’t so easily develop the idea of leaving the two of them behind.
That sense of insecurity had clung to the little swan from beginning to end.
She figured Sister Wang was worried too.
With Sister Wang’s personality, she would never say something like that outright.
But the little swan wanted to chain him down.
There weren’t many people she was familiar with, and even fewer she cared about.
Louis was one of them.
Just as she and Sister Wang had become the reason Louis stayed, Louis and Sister Wang had also become the reason she fought.
She was willing to give up a lot for that.
Say she didn’t care about her dignity, or that she indulged Louis too much if you want.
But this was her choice.
And also... the black swan’s choice.
Thinking of this, there was no trace of that silly, dopey look in the eyes of the once-lively girl.
