However, haste makes waste.
With this kind of ambiguous interaction between a man and a woman, he believed it wouldn't be long before Francesca, this 'fat meat' within reach, would surely not escape.
Guilliman stood up and walked to the small lake.
However, the scene that met his eyes left him stunned, and the fire in his chest began to burn again.
Francesca, having finished her bath, had put back on her white sheer long dress.
However, while silk clothing is quite effective at covering the body when dry, once soaked by lake water, it becomes almost transparent, creating a unique, tantalizing charm of wanting to cover yet revealing.
The Elf Queen, dressed in such a transparent silk gown, sat gracefully on a rock by the lake.
Her slender and graceful figure, illuminated by the moonlight, looked just like a legendary fairy, possessing a shimmering, soul-stirring beauty.
Damn it! He wished he had a camera right now to capture this breathtaking scene and preserve it forever.
Guilliman was mesmerized, even showing signs of'standing at attention'.
It wasn't until Francesca chuckled and looked at him with a rather teasing and meaningful gaze that the Witcher came back to his senses. He simply jumped into the water himself to take a bath.
After a few tens of seconds, Guilliman stripped down to just his underwear, washed his clothes and armor, but his attention was always drawn to Francesca's exquisite figure.
He was wondering if he should be a little braver, if it was time to make his move?
Suddenly, Francesca frowned, her elegant and beautiful smile faltering. She reached out to cover her lower abdomen, a pained expression on her face.
"What's wrong, Francesca!"
Guilliman quickly stood up and walked to the Elf Queen's side, reaching out to support her.
Francesca didn't refuse. Her smooth, jade-like, incredibly delicate body leaned directly into the Witcher's embrace. Frowning, she said:
"It's nothing serious. It must be the Evil God's curse reacting."
"I'll just control my magic to continue suppressing it, and I'll be fine."
Guilliman nodded, one hand supporting the Elf Queen's shoulder, his gaze irresistibly drawn downwards along the neckline of her dress, peeking inside.
Two small, exquisite, but undeniably beautiful treasures were exposed by about half.
Fantastic!
The curse on his body, after a full day of grinding and wearing down, had been completely cleared, earning him a total of four thousand Soul Power. Coupled with the gains from clearing the Evil God's Cave, his total Soul Power had climbed to twelve thousand.
It was practically an unsurpassable peak for him in recent times.
Seeing Francesca's discomfort, and given that they had talked and were no longer strangers to each other.
Guilliman was silent for a few seconds, then spoke:
"Francesca, you must have heard about me lifting the striga curse from Princess Adda, right?"
Francesca didn't answer the question. Instead, she met his gaze, or rather, gave him a look, and said:
"Mr. Witcher gentleman, could you please move that a little? You're pressing against me, and it's quite uncomfortable."
Guilliman looked down and realized that his 'good brother' had, without him noticing, been tempted and was now pressing against the Elf Queen's slender back.
He cleared his throat, quickly shifted his body, and then, feigning seriousness again, said:
"The striga curse is a very complex curse."
"Foltest sought many sorcerers and various renowned individuals, but none could lift this curse."
"It wasn't until I intervened and saved Adda that she fully recovered. This was also the beginning of my friendship with the Temeria royal family."
Francesca chuckled, then teased:
"Friendship? You, Mr. Witcher, who people call the 'Princess's Lover,' actually say it's friendship."
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