Karl looked at Triss, clearly surprised, but pretending to be angry, and felt a bit strange inside.
Instead of immediately gently comforting her like an ordinary boyfriend, he frowned, deliberately pretended to be angrier, and quickly walked over to her.
"Merigold! You didn't even notice who was coming, and you just threw a fireball?! Are you trying to kill your partner?!"
Seeing that instead of apologizing, Karl looked as if he was the one in the right and even angrier than she was,
Triss's feigned angry posture suddenly couldn't hold up.
Her expression changed slightly, a little guilt appeared in her eyes, and she quickly turned her head and tried to explain: "Sorry, Karl, I... I didn't mean to, who made you... suddenly..."
But Karl didn't listen to her explanation at all and grabbed Triss, who was wrapped in a bath towel.
Amidst her surprised cries, he lifted her up.
Then, heading towards the bedroom, he almost roughly dropped her onto the large, soft bed.
"Ah! Karl! You! What do you think you're doing?!"
Triss was dizzy from the fall, the towel slightly askew, and she cried out in surprise and anticipation.
Karl stood by the bed, looking down at her, a "furious smile" on his face, interrupting her.
"I don't want to hear it! Today, I'm going to teach you a profound lesson! To show you the consequences of throwing fireballs at your own man!"
...
Time passed, and the sky outside the window was completely dark.
In the bedroom, the newly replaced large bed of Triss's, which looked particularly sturdy, hadn't broken this time and was still performing its duties steadily.
Candles in the candlesticks burned, casting a warm, flickering halo.
Triss collapsed into the disheveled bed, her originally fiery red hair now even more disheveled, scattered across the pillow like seaweed.
She stared blankly at the reflection of the flickering candlelight on the ceiling, her fair face enticingly flushed with extreme satisfaction.
She didn't even lift a finger; her whole body was completely drained.
It took her a while to recover her strength, and she struggled to raise a weak hand, slapping it against Karl's chest beside her with feigned anger.
But this force was more like an ambiguous caress between lovers than a slap.
She slightly turned her head, her eyes mixed with undiminished pleasure, half-truth, half-false, her voice afterward hoarse and lazy.
"Karl! You bastard... you... you really want to make me die in bed?"
Karl lay on his side, supporting his head with one hand, while the other easily held her "attacking" wrist, his fingertips gently stroking the back of her delicate hand.
A playful smile on his face, he looked at Triss, who was as lazy as a cat in his hands, and asked: "Huh? Listen to the way you're cursing... it seems like you haven't learned your lesson well enough?"
Before he finished speaking, his hand holding Triss's wrist tightened slightly, and he was about to embrace her again.
Triss felt the force coming from his hand; her face slightly paled in fear, and the remaining pleasure was instantly replaced by a new wave of "fear."
She hastily resisted, though her struggle seemed very weak, and she cried out again and again: "No! Don't! Karl! I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"
"I'm sorry! I solemnly apologize to you! I shouldn't have thrown a fireball without seeing who it was! Forgive me this time!"
After the frolic and pleas for mercy, silence fell over the bedroom again, only the faint sound of their calm breathing remaining.
Karl didn't actually continue the "conquest"; he knew Triss's limit.
Although the protection of the bio-field could guarantee she wouldn't be hurt,
the depletion of energy and sensory stimulation were real, and she had indeed reached her limit.
Triss snuggled up to Karl, her palms unconsciously and gently caressing his well-defined chest, feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat at her fingertips.
Her head rested in the crook of his strong arm, and she seemed lost in thought, her gaze fixed on an invisible point in the air.
Her expression was extremely serious, her brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes drawn tight, and her eyes flickered with struggle and hesitation.
In the end, it seemed some decision was made, giving way to a slight firmness.
After a long pause, she suddenly spoke, her voice still slightly hoarse, but clearly: "Karl..."
"Huh?" Karl looked at her.
Triss raised her head, her gaze meeting his, her tone serious and thoughtful: "Maybe... you could find a few more sisters?"
"..." Karl was stunned upon hearing this, almost thinking he had misheard.
Triss... suggesting he find other women? This was completely inconsistent with the style of the sorceress he knew.
In his eyes—whether Yennefer, Triss, or other well-known sorceresses—
regarding emotions and relationships, they are usually very strong and possessive, and sharing is never allowed.
If a partner dares to cheat, the other party will most likely not argue, but directly "freeze the technique" and turn him into a decoration in the collection cabinet.
Although he isn't afraid of these spells, he has his own principles and will respect Triss's feelings and their relationship.
Triss didn't know what Karl was thinking; she continued to speak to herself, with barely perceptible grievance and helplessness in her words, but with relief.
"Actually... I really don't want to share you with anyone."
"I want to monopolize your love, your attention, your everything."
She slightly bit her lower lip: "But... I thought about it carefully. Am I being too selfish?"
"I only care about my own feelings, I think about keeping you with me, but actually, I don't care about your... needs."
Her cheeks flushed, and her voice lowered: "I... I'm about to pass out, and you... only once."
"If this continues for a long time, you must be very uncomfortable, right? I've heard... I've heard Keira say that a man's heart is like an untamable wind, hard to tie down."
"Perhaps you could use spells or other methods to temporarily restrain your body, but over time, feelings will fade, and even resentment will arise..."
"I don't want that, Karl. I don't want you to feel suppressed and unhappy because of me."
She took a deep breath, as if mustering all her courage, looked into Karl's eyes, and said firmly: "So I've decided to let you go. You can have other women..."
She paused, immediately raised a finger, and emphasized: "But! There's a condition! You can't touch those loose women! That's my main point!"
After listening to Triss's unexpected but heartfelt and conflicted words, Karl's heart felt a mix of emotions for a while.