Chapter 113: Do You Want to Die from Exhaustion?
Some things, once chosen, have no turning back.
Going back would only lead to greater losses.
Take what they were doing right now, for example.
If she continued, she would acquire a child she absolutely needed as her heir.
But if she stopped now, it would have all been in vain.
Moreover, this kind of business was everyone’s joy, not just Axi’s.
Thinking this over, Airael realized she hadn’t really lost much in this endeavor.
Any slight psychological barriers became much easier to overcome.
After a fierce battle, as the two of them came back to their senses, the sky was already darkening.
Lying in bed, Airael lightly closed her eyes and breathed softly.
At that moment, she felt like she was falling apart.
However, the that was filled before was very real.
Arthur, beside her, also looked quite exhausted.
As the saying goes: only dead cows work the fields, not damaged lands.
He had not only exerted physical strength but also “vitality.” Granted, he was quite spirited normally, but who could keep up with several rounds like that?
Though entering this sage mode didn’t feel very pleasant, looking at Airael lying next to him, Axi still felt quite happy.
People say, “Beauty and land.”
He already had the beauty, and next up was the land.
If he could achieve both, he would truly be a successful man.
With thoughts of success dancing in his mind, Arthur turned and pulled Airael into his embrace.
Their skin pressed together once more.
Just as Airael was resting, she was suddenly interrupted, and she glared at him, annoyed, “What do you want? Still want more? Aren’t you afraid of dying from overexertion? If you’re going to die, just go ahead, don’t bother me; I need my rest now.”
With that, Airael decided to ignore the very pitiful Arthur.
He hadn’t meant to do it in a specific way.
He just wanted to hold Airael and enjoy the feeling of having the beauty in his arms.
He had no desire to exhaust himself completely.
His wonderful life was only just beginning.
Although Airael scolded him, she didn’t actually pull away.
Instead, she buried her head in his chest and comfortably rested.
In this moment of weakness, having a robust and reliable chest to lean against felt pretty nice to Airael.
So, she said what she said but didn’t actually pull away.
Of course, if Arthur dared to take things further, that might be another story.
Perhaps she would put a stop to it.
But the thought of completely draining him and leaving him exhausted seemed pretty tempting too.
Fortunately, Arthur made no further advances.
Seeing that Airael only scolded him and took no other action, a smile blossomed on his face as he looked at Airael nestled in his embrace.
With one hand, he gently stroked her flowing golden hair.
If only he could hum a lullaby, it would feel like putting a baby to sleep.
Not disturbed any further, Airael soon fell asleep.
Right after, Axi also drifted off.
They slept through to the next morning, missing dinner entirely.
During that time, Celia and Aurora came to look for them, but the two deep sleepers were oblivious to their arrival.
To this, Celia and Aurora could only assume they were out for something.
The next morning.
A sliver of sunlight peeked through the curtains into the room.
In bed, the pair of beauties were still peacefully nestled together.
This scene was pleasing to the eye but easily provoked feelings of envy and jealousy.
Once rested, Airael was the first to open her eyes.
What met her gaze was a wall of flesh, still marked with traces from their earlier activities.
Gazing at those marks and recalling yesterday’s events, Airael’s cheeks flushed.
Those marks were all left on Arthur.
With claw marks, kisses—one could imagine the intensity of it all.
While she had a few psychological barriers at first, she had gradually succumbed, even taking the initiative at times.
Feeling Arthur’s hands still holding her, Airael reached out to move them aside.
Her movements stirred the nearly-rested Arthur awake.
Seeing Airael attempting to break free from his embrace, he too sat up alongside her.
“You’re awake! Good morning!”
Airael glanced at him and casually greeted him.
In truth, she was quite flustered and couldn’t wait to get dressed.
Having once been a man herself, she understood that men tended to possess more energy in the morning.
Especially someone like Arthur, who was a vibrant young lad.
He must have somewhat recovered after a night’s rest.
After their wild antics yesterday, they couldn’t afford another such day today.
The moment he was lured by Airael so early on, Arthur inevitably felt something stirring within him.
However, he also knew better.
“Good morning!”
Thus, he simply returned the greeting, withholding any further action.
At that moment, Airael was already slipping into her snug undergarments, beginning with the sheer stockings that would be visible outside.
Each motion was undeniably enticing for Arthur.
Particularly as the white silk slowly climbed from Airael’s delicate foot up to her fair thigh, tightly hugging her body.
“Today we have something planned to do, plus I’m really hungry now, so you can’t go wild.”
She said, while dressing herself.
“What’s on the agenda for today?”
Axi asked, showing great respect for Airael’s opinion, suppressing his inner desires and not interrupting her.
He couldn’t recall if they had made any arrangements for today.
It seemed they had nothing planned.
“What do you think?”
Airael countered, now fully dressed, staring at Arthur still lounging on the bed.
Arthur was flaunting his impressively sculpted upper body.
Airael was well aware of his good physique.
Revisiting those indescribable events left Airael’s face burning once more.
“I can’t remember.”
At this point, figuring out any plans was proving difficult for Arthur, and he simply replied with straightforwardness.
“Who was it that made such grand promises yesterday about taking action, rather than just talking big?”
Fully awake now, Airael smiled at him and “kindly” reminded him.
“Ailia, this matter can’t be rushed; it requires a slow approach, and we need a proper plan as well.”
Hearing her mention the affair, Arthur chuckled and added, “And my queen is certainly you; no one can take that away.”
“I never wanted to be your queen! Now, get up quickly, or I won’t wait for you to have breakfast.”
Airael retorted disdainfully.
As for the earlier topic she raised, she decided to drop it; that matter indeed required a slow approach.
