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The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 404 - 317: A Brief Leisure (2)
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Chapter 404: Chapter 317: A Brief Leisure (2)

As one of the first recognized Divine Consorts, Cleia was originally a member of the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, but she had evidently transcended this identity recently, as she hadn’t been playing with them at all.

Of course, this was because Cleia was visibly busy with official duties, so everyone could understand. After all, if you look into it, though her progress was far ahead of theirs, her completion rate was still on the same level as theirs.

Until this day when Cleia, taking the rare opportunity to gather with her sisters, suddenly received a Divine Oracle to spend the night...

Jealousy had been expressed many times, but unfortunately, it was of no use.

However, they were actually still lucky, because no matter what, they were already solidly anchored, at least they held honorary positions.

It must be noted that during the previous conference, Lynn clearly stated that no more beauties should be recommended to him, and the words of the Deity are as good as gold, like a Divine Oracle, naturally no one dared to disobey.

Never mind that the gap between a Near God and a Deity was just one level; their statuses were worlds apart, let alone choosing consorts for the Miracle Saint Emperor, which was a bit overreaching. Choosing consorts for the Deity might imply that the family tree was too thick...

So in this current version that doesn’t accept new applicants, the Princess of the Six Kingdoms, who had already become candidate Divine Consorts, were indeed fortunate.

Anyway, their fiancé had already Ascended to Divinity, and the future looked endless, so there was no need to rush.

With this mindset, the Princess Alliance bid farewell to Cleia, letting her go back early to prepare adequately.

In the spirit of sisterhood, they still wished her good fortune...

Not long later, Cleia, back in her room, just took a bath to clear her mind, came out wrapped in a bath towel, and went straight to sit by the bedside instead of carefully dressing up in front of the vanity mirror.

Up until today, Cleia had no intention of overly pleasing Lynn, even though he had become the dazzling Deity.

Perhaps in her mind, the four words "World-saving Hero" were more moving to her than the words "True God," because she was neither greedy for vanity nor longing for Divine Blood, but rather cared more about this world.

Lynn was striving to make this world better, even the best, so she was willing to devote everything to him.

As for whether there were personal feelings mixed in, Cleia was unsure, but there probably were, since seeing him getting along with Xue’Er so harmoniously, her icy heart also wanted to smile knowingly, though, in reality, she didn’t smile.

Intimacy huh...

She had actually anticipated such a thing long ago, after all, among the group of Divine Consorts, after Catherine fell, only she remained.

However, anticipation is one thing, being prepared is another matter. In fact, no matter whether Cleia was scheduled for today or sometime later, there wouldn’t be any difference to her.

She liked to let things take their course, accept the arrangements of fate, her first half of life was like this, and she didn’t intend to change for the latter half.

There was no need to change, she didn’t quite understand love, but she could distinguish good from bad.

In this world, she couldn’t find a better partner than Lynn, being his woman was her best destination.

If breaking the curse made Catherine a love-struck girl, then Cleia was undoubtedly a robot.

Her so-called icy cold might not be the demeanor of an ice-cold queen, but rather a mechanical chill...

It’s just that she hadn’t experienced the special relationship of love before, and Lynn hadn’t been a sycophant, so neither side could distinguish clearly.

Of course, at this point, there was no need to ponder over these trivialities. When Lynn as promised came to Cleia’s boudoir, their gazes met in the air; everything was communicated without words.

Uh, that’s the better-sounding version. The reality was that Lynn couldn’t put on a flippant smile in front of Cleia’s cold face, and upon seeing Lynn’s serious demeanor, the originally prepared gentleness she intended had to be put aside, making a similar stern face...

Fortunately, Lynn, after all, had been trained by his harem...God, even if the atmosphere was inexplicably three parts awkward, he could still stiff-up both his head and elsewhere.

Facing the frosty cold Cleia, he could walk ninety-nine steps toward her, with only the last step having an ice-cavern.

However, it was no big deal; even the coldest woman could be melted by him, at least physically.

Thus, before night even fell, divine might descended first.

And then, the ice-cavern melted into a water puddle...

...

The next morning, as if an internal clock was set, Cleia woke early as usual.

Today, she had work scheduled, and yesterday was her only day off in nearly a month. Although she didn’t care about having days off because of her nature, she had to admit that yesterday was her best day of rest.

Because the day was tiring, and the night also a bit draining, she slept particularly well and soundly in the second half of the night.

As for what tired her, well... she had previously participated in intimate whispering among her sisters, as a mere listener, learning a lot about Lynn’s aspects involuntarily.

But during the personal experience yesterday, she found her sisters’ summarized experiences not necessarily accurate; he... wasn’t as unrestrainedly rebellious as they had said, nor did he play his role more wildly than the wildest fantasy.

He was very gentle, considerate, and patient. When she couldn’t manage certain positions due to inexperience, he helped her adjust with care and didn’t think less of her clumsiness.

Moreover, throughout the process of making love, he followed exactly what’s written and illustrated in the books, faithful to the script, a perfect replication with not a hint of deviation.

Just that this kind of educational book was indeed quite extensive, and even though she cooperated with all her might, they only completed the first thirty-six standard positions, feeling that to fully learn and comprehend this course, it might require many more nights and days.

"Up so early? You worked hard yesterday; continue to rest for today..."

Now, Lynn didn’t need sleep at all anymore, yet he enjoyed the feeling of falling asleep while holding his wife’s fragrant and soft body, and thus was more than happy to embrace Cleia as they slept.

Especially because her body, aside from being fragrant and soft, was also cool. To hug her more comfortably, Lynn had specifically raised the temperature in the room; otherwise, he wouldn’t appreciate Cleia’s wife’s magnificence.

"I don’t find it tiring; this is what I should be doing."

Cleia’s various thoughts were both hard to guess and easy to predict; difficult because you wouldn’t know why she thought that way, easy because even if you didn’t understand, you knew she would say and do like so.

"Your duties were arranged by me, and now I’m granting you a day off, isn’t that possible?"

Lynn was reluctant to let go of the cool Cleia in the warm room, wanting to enjoy a bit more of this kind of joy akin to hugging a chilled watermelon on a scorching summer day.

This metaphor wasn’t made carelessly but was rather apt and fitting, as both belonged to an edible level.

"But those are also my obligations."

Cleia didn’t mention insisting on working or never taking a day off, yet it was perceived that way.

"Then, can I at least stay for breakfast before leaving?"

Lynn was still attempting to prolong his stay.

"Of course."

From any angle, Cleia couldn’t possibly disallow Lynn from having breakfast, although with his True Divine Body, he no longer needed to consume any food to sustain life.

"Then...thank you for the treat."

Saying that, Lynn pressed Cleia, who had just sat up, back onto the bed, then started to eat breakfast.

Eh?? Eat me?

There was evidently no such entry in Cleia’s program, but lying there, she started recalling the related books Lynn had her study yesterday, and seemed there was indeed such a page...

That page seemed to talk about...nurturing?

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