Chapter 121

“Chapter 121: Beautiful Lady, I’m Love-Struck!”

Huh?

Why did I think that?

In an instant, Lynn suddenly found an unfamiliar image flashing in his mind.

Inside a carriage, chaotic thorns, a mask suddenly removed, and a woman’s shocked and angry yet embarrassed face.

The image disappeared quickly, causing Lynn to shake his head.

Staring at the soft and alluring woman in his arms, along with the faint rose scent wafting from her, he suddenly felt his heart rate slightly quicken.

At the same time, a strange mix of anxiety and sweetness surged within him.

This isn’t right!

Feeling his body suddenly react, Lynn took a sharp breath.

If the aloof and indifferent Witch Miss brought a sense of chilly spiritual temptation, then the beautiful lady before him, in terms of figure, looks, and aura, brought him unmatchable physical stimulation.

Simply put, Lynn was feeling a bit too motivated.

I… want to sleep with her?

No, how is that possible?

Usually very straightforward, Lynn instantly realized his current situation.

Even though this was his first encounter with the legendary Her Highness the Princess, her appearance was oddly familiar to him.

Because this was indeed the face of Witch Miss.

But what she was doing right now was not only incomprehensible to Lynn, but it was also something that could never be seen from the Witch Miss.

The cold and jaded Witch Miss would actually fall so passionately into his arms, letting him princess-carry her?

This… this…

Although he knew it wasn’t the same, Lynn still felt overly stimulated.

A certain dark little thought rushed into his head all of a sudden.

Just as Lynn was wrestling with his desires, he suddenly felt a weight on his neck, as two icy jade-like hands, like little snakes, wrapped tightly around him.

The woman’s crimson eyes radiated intense heat, as if she wanted to engulf him completely.

“Naughty little bad dog,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “want to run away? Want to escape from your owner’s side?”

“Tell me… how should I punish you?”

Yet, despite the words, the sickly emotion in her eyes, along with the tone mixing excitement, conveyed sheer joy of reclaiming something lost.

It felt like a dream.

With her movements, the distance between them was instantly closed.

Close enough that Lynn could almost feel her sweet and heated breath, along with the slight quickening of her heartbeat.

This isn’t right!

This woman is also very off!

Meeting for the first time, why does it feel as if he were drugged?!

And what’s with the “bad dog” thing?

Running away from home?

Escaping from the owner?

Why can’t I understand a single word she’s saying?!

Feeling her gradually tightening grip, along with her tongue unconsciously licking her lips, Lynn, although completely puzzled, felt his rationality instantly submerged by impulse.

At that moment, as the woman moved, the bouquet of roses he had placed in his arms fell out, landing in the cleft of her chest.

Looking at the red flower in her arms, the woman seemed momentarily stunned.

Seizing the moment, gazing at the woman’s exquisite fair face, the dark thought of desecrating the Witch Miss in Lynn’s heart could no longer be restrained.

“Though it’s our first meeting,” he gazed into her beautiful crimson eyes, deciding to no longer hide his current thoughts, “this bouquet seems very fitting for you.”

The woman in his arms gasped, her breath heating up more and more.

Lynn felt the jade hands on the back of his neck tighten even more, as if they wanted to turn into a python, making him suffocate in this fiery atmosphere.

Though something in his subconscious warned him against saying the next words to this woman, or things would escalate uncontrollably.

But at that moment, with a beauty in his arms, a wave of impulse surged in Lynn.

A desire to say something cheeky.

Unable to hold back.

“Also, beautiful lady… I think I’m love-struck!”

Whoa!

He said it!

This is the future cold and jaded Witch Miss!

And also the exalted Third Princess of the Empire, Ivyst Roland Alexini!

If this were in the Temple of the Gods, there’s no way he could dare to say such flirtatious words.

But now, the white-haired woman’s initiative and passion made him speak out this line without thinking.

It uniquely satisfied his dark and damp desires.

So exhilarating!!!

At the Temple of the Gods, the Sorceress of the End lay back on the cool ground, letting her silken white hair spread beneath her.

She raised her slender, pale fingers, allowing the light to shine through and cast various shadows on the wall.

Not knowing how much time had passed since Lynn left.

Yet the Witch Miss, for some reason, lost the calm and composure she usually had while reading.

And she didn’t know what was on her mind.

At a certain moment, a sudden flash of memory surged in her mind.

As if the time that stopped a hundred thousand years ago had resumed flowing.

Upon realizing what had happened, the Witch Miss’s expression changed slightly, then became a bit unpredictable.

She clenched her silver teeth, subconsciously sitting up, her dainty fingers tightly clasped together.

Even wrapped in her black gauzy skirt, her swelling bosom inexplicably rose and fell rapidly.

After some time, she took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

Regaining her icy demeanor, a strange emotion flickered in her eyes.

At the same time, a barely perceptible cold snort escaped her lips.

“This time… I’ll let you win.” Upon seeing the slightly wilted rose drop into her embrace, Ivyst’s previously chaotic thoughts paused momentarily.

Flowers?

Is this for me?

At that moment, Ivyst suddenly recalled the three requests she had made during the last hypnosis session.

The first request was that when she awakened, the first thing she saw must be him.

This request had already been fulfilled when they were at the Soren Mountain Range.

The third request was to make the world aware of Ivyst’s majesty and let them witness how excellent her subordinate truly was.

He had naturally accomplished this as well, even perfectly so without flaw.

Finally, the second request was to provide the bouquet of roses that had been missing last time.

Though she had said it out of anger at the time, wishing to punish him for not getting the flowers she wanted.

Yet even so, he still remembered her wish.

Moreover, he even uttered something about “love-struck,” which nearly made her faint.

It was as if he were a little puppy squatting in front of her, whining and wagging its tail for affection.

Ivyst’s breath grew even hotter.

In her disordered thoughts, she seemed not to catch the strangeness in Lynn’s words, nor did she dwell on the phrasing of “first meeting.”

A strange feeling arose in her heart.

My little puppy is just too cute!!!

In an instant, an intense possessiveness made her want to crush Lynn into her embrace and greedily kiss his forehead, savoring his scent like a spoiled pet.

Yet just as this thought emerged, Ivyst suddenly felt a wave of intense drowsiness flood her mind.

Her vision slightly darkened, as if all her strength had been drained in an instant, and her head unwittingly leaned against Lynn’s shoulder.

Damn it.

Why now?

She tried biting her tongue to wake herself up, yet it proved futile.

With the sleepiness washing over her like a tide, Ivyst slowly closed her eyes, her crimson eyes dimming slightly.

The arms that had wrapped around Lynn’s neck gently slid down his chest.

Just before she fully dozed off, she mustered her last strength to grab hold of his collar, as if fearful he would fly away from her again.

“Just hold me and don’t let go.”

Ivyst whispered her command in a barely audible voice.

What’s going on?

Watching Ivyst faint from just his cheeky words, Lynn felt a bit at a loss.

But recalling her final command before losing consciousness, he could only hold her steadily in his arms, afraid to wake her.

Thanks to the enhancement from the Heart of the Flaming Dragon, Lynn’s physical prowess was now vastly superior to before.

Moreover, Ivyst was naturally light, making her carry feel effortless.

However, he couldn’t help but wonder how long this woman intended to sleep.

Gazing at Ivyst’s serene sleeping face, Lynn silently thought.

Originally meant to be the regal princess, she now resembled a quiet, obedient little cat nestled in his arms, peaceful and beautiful.

This was another side of her, different from the Princess and the Witch Miss.

Damn it.

Why is this woman so unexpectedly sweet?

As he pondered, a real cat suddenly pounced over from afar.

“Naughty guy!!!” Afia wrapped her arms around Lynn’s neck, tiptoeing to nuzzle his chest, tears rolling down her cheeks, “Wah! I thought you…”

The cat’s body was incredibly soft, even in human form.

Seeing this, Lynn shushed her with a finger, gesturing towards the white-haired woman in his arms.

Afia paused, then reacted, gently letting him go and lowering her head to look at the princess nestled in Lynn’s embrace.

“She hasn’t slept for over a month,” Afia seemed a bit sympathetic, wiping away her tears while explaining softly, “Perhaps she finally let go of her obsession and the exhaustion built up these days crashed over her all at once.”

So that’s how it is.

Lynn understood.

He felt a bit curious.

What kind of obsession did this woman have that allowed her to go over a month without sleep?

Afia seemed eager to cuddle with Lynn, suddenly transforming back into a black cat and leaping onto his shoulder.

She purred, nudging her head against Lynn’s cheek, occasionally emitting a “mew” sound.

At the same time, Greya and Morris finally rushed over.

Looking at Lynn’s unharmed body and familiar smile, they nearly wanted to shout loudly and pop a hundred champagne bottles in celebration.

However, realizing that the princess had already fallen asleep, the words they hadn’t uttered abruptly choked in their throats.

Their expressions looked quite comical.

Whoa dude! How did you survive?!

Unable to speak out loud, Greya communicated through sign language, eyes wide in amazement.

“Let’s talk about that later.”

Lynn suddenly shifted his gaze behind Greya and Morris.

It was evident that everyone was currently lost in the joy of Lynn’s revival.

They were all curious about his experiences over the past month.

Yet at that moment, some less than welcome guests still lingered around.

“I’m actually quite curious too,” Felix walked slowly towards Lynn, softly speaking, “about everything, both before and what you’ve caused today.”

“Can you enlighten me a bit, Lynn Bartleon?”