Before her voice had even faded, Lin Qingyue had already strode over to the bed.
Her arms sank slightly, striking a fierce posture as if she were about to throw the person in her arms onto the mattress.
"Ah!"
Ilanier let out a short gasp, her long eyelashes trembling violently as she squeezed her eyes shut.
However, the expected rough weightlessness and impact never came.
An unusually gentle force supported her body.
She was slowly placed onto the bed, sinking steadily into the mind-numbing softness of the bedding.
That movement was in stark contrast to Lin Qingyue's current fierce "I'm going to take my revenge" aura; it was so gentle, as if she were setting down a fragile, rare treasure.
[Are you kidding me? I could never afford to pay for any bumps or bruises on an SSR-tier hidden character like the Elf Queen! I have to handle her with care!]
Ilanier opened her eyes in confusion.
She realized that beneath Lin Qingyue's seemingly aggressive actions hid a sense of cherishing that even she herself hadn't noticed.
This human...
Just as she thought, she was an interesting contradiction.
The little bit of tension and astonishment in her heart caused by the sudden situation was gradually replaced by a subtle sense of reassurance.
Before she had time to savor this wonderful feeling, a dark shadow with a scorching body temperature loomed over her.
Lin Qingyue leaned in.
With her hands propped on either side of Ilanier's body, she firmly trapped the Elf Queen, who had lived for over 500 years, between herself and the bed.
Kabedon! On the bed!
Standard posture, full aura!
Looking down from above.
Wuhu! Just as planned! Step one: strike a cool pose!
Lin Qingyue gave herself a peace sign in her heart.
The distance between them suddenly closed.
Ilanier could even clearly see her own face, written all over with panic, deep within Lin Qingyue's pupils.
The refreshing scent of sweat on Lin Qingyue's body, mixed with the rich fragrance of flowers lingering from the garden, irresistibly drilled into Ilanier's nose, disrupting her thoughts and making her mind increasingly dizzy.
"What... what are you doing?"
Ilanier looked at the magnified face in front of her, practically screaming "I'm getting my payback," her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would shatter her sternum.
She had lived for over 500 years, and this was the first time she had ever been pinned to a bed in such a domineering and teasing manner.
And by a human girl hundreds of years younger than her, no less.
This feeling... was unfamiliar, thrilling, and carried a trace of... anticipation that she couldn't even understand herself?
"What do I want to do?"
Lin Qingyue raised an eyebrow, gently hooking a finger under Ilanier's smooth chin.
The action seemed frivolous, but the pressure was unexpectedly gentle as she forced the elf to meet her gaze.
"Of course... I want to do what partners should do, and turn this misunderstanding into a reality."
"Didn't The Queen say that in your Elven Race, two women can do it too, and that it's very fast?"
"I've always had a strong thirst for knowledge."
The smile on Lin Qingyue's face grew even more radiant, and her wicked charm made Ilanier's heart tremble, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away.
"So, tonight, I ask The Queen to be my mentor and guide me in experiencing firsthand exactly what the advanced life sciences of the Elven Race are all about."
With that said, she gave Ilanier no further chance to think or refuse.
Lowering her head, she leaned in for a kiss.
"Mmph!"
Ilanier's wine-Red eyes instantly widened.
The soft sensation, carrying an irresistible dominance, acted like a searing electrical current that instantly shattered all her capacity for thought.
Her world was reduced to nothing but the sensation of their pressed lips, all her thoughts crushed into swirling stardust.
Her reserve as a queen and her composure as an elder were completely pulverized in this moment by this sudden "academic exploration."
She was no longer the Monarch who wielded royal power, but a lone skiff swept into the vortex of a storm, her very soul trembling violently under that overbearing invasion.
She instinctively wanted to push the other woman away, but her arms, raised only halfway, fell limply back down, acting instead as a silent invitation.
Deep within her body, a dormant mount of fire that had been suppressed for centuries was thoroughly detonated by this kiss so full of the spirit of exploration.
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An unknown amount of time passed before Lin Qingyue finally brought this lengthy "academic discussion" to a thoroughly satisfying close.
Lying on her side next to Ilanier, she kept one arm domineeringly draped across the other woman's body, posing just like a bandit king returning in triumph.
A fragrance so rich it nearly made her dizzy lingered at the tip of her nose.
It was the freshness of a forest after the rain, mixed with the unique sweet scent of overflowing life energy.
Holy shit...
Lin Qingyue let out a contented sigh in her heart.
My weird knowledge has increased!
No wonder Elves are so indifferent when it comes to physical desire! "Spiritual communion" is way more stimulating than the physical alternative!
Not to mention that taking a two-pronged approach means 1+1 > 2!
Even though I don't have the "weapon" to commit the crime—literally lacking the equipment—my theoretical knowledge and hands-on skills from my past life are still fully intact!
Well, this is great. We've kissed, done the deed, and even got "children" out of it... Does this mean I've become the Elf Queen's sugar baby?
And a sugar baby who brings kids to the job at that! This career trajectory is the ultimate shortcut—I've totally won!
She looked at Her Majesty the Queen beside her, who had completely lost all her strength and didn't even want to move a finger, and a huge sense of accomplishment of clearing a hidden BOSS welled up in her heart.
Ilanier's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes hung with crystal moisture, and a magnificent crimson spread from her beautiful cheeks to her fair neck.
Her chest was heaving violently, obviously not having recovered from the storm just now.
She felt as if she had been forcibly infused with the entire Spring of Life, her soul so full it was bursting.
Every trace of Magic Power in her body was cheering uncontrollably, even dissipating as spots of golden light on the surface of her skin, flickering with her breaths.
This feeling... was stronger than meditating alone for 100 years.
"Hey, are you alright?" Lin Qingyue poked her sweat-soaked cheek with a finger.
It took Ilanier a few seconds before she slowly opened those glistening wine-red eyes.
She looked at Lin Qingyue, her eyes no longer holding the majesty of a queen, leaving only a kind of laziness and bewilderment after being completely defeated.
"Qingyue..."
Her voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable, faint as a gossamer thread, as if speaking would exhaust all her strength.
"You... you... reckless thing!"
"Right back at you." Lin Qingyue hummed, the thrill of her successful revenge putting her in an excellent mood.
"That's what you get for laughing at me earlier, deadpanning those explanations just to lure me in."
Ilanier didn't have the energy to bicker with her. She simply turned on her side and, like a kitten seeking shelter, willingly burrowed into Lin Qingyue's arms.
She buried her burning cheek in the crook of Lin Qingyue's neck.
"I'm so tired..."
She murmured coquettishly in a barely audible voice.
"It feels like... my body isn't even mine anymore."
Lin Qingyue held the soft, fragrant body in her arms, feeling the other woman's gradually steadying heartbeat and even breathing.
The little thrill of causing trouble in her heart was quietly replaced by a softer emotion.
She gently patted Ilanier's smooth, delicate back, comforting this several-hundred-year-old... pure-hearted queen who had just learned a new position for the first time.
Sigh, forget it. Seeing as she was so cooperative and the atmosphere for our 'academic exchange' was so good, I won't hold it against her.
Still, her reaction... why does she seem like a complete novice who hasn't even held hands with anyone before?
Lin Qingyue asked a soul-searching question in her heart.
'Just this, and she dared to claim she was wild in her youth?'
'I thought she had a rich romantic history, an experienced veteran who had lived for hundreds of years, but it turns out she's just a theoretical scholar who has only ever driven on a simulator!'
Lin Qingyue sighed inwardly.
'But then again, the physique of the Elven Race is simply too ridiculous.'
'I feel like I've just whetted my appetite, and she's already suffered an energy overload and completely crashed?'
'A single kiss is enough to overload her... Is this the legendary collapse-at-first-touch type BOSS?!'
The moonlight in the garden remained bright and clear, filtering through the lush foliage to cast mottled light and shadows.
The bedchamber was completely quiet, leaving only the soft, intertwined sounds of their breathing.
The misunderstanding had truly been confirmed now!