Ella thought to herself, I didn’t want to say it at first, but you insisted I had to, so if I have to say it, this is all I can say—no choice.
A strong sense of racial pride drove her.
What are you saying, choking to death?
Don’t be ridiculous, it’s so late, go to sleep.
Eeek?!
Are you really choking me?
Ella’s long, beautiful legs snapped together, clamping down on Vina’s mischievous little hand.
But the flesh on her thighs was smooth and soft, slippery, unable to block her from trying to stir up trouble.
Seeing her panties on the verge of being lost, Lala was spinning around in a panic.
She was really spinning.
“Don’t move! Stop it!”
“I’ll stop your—!”
Vina shouted angrily.
“I’m someone who keeps my word! If I say I’ll choke you to death, I’ll choke you to death!”
How infuriating, this big-chested woman.
It was so hard to finally have a heartfelt conversation with someone, talking about a past too painful to recall, and the deep life lessons buried within.
But all she got in return was this kind of reaction.
“Do you know why your name has a grass radical, Little Ai? Because you’re naturally lacking in the wood element of the five elements.”
Damn it! Fuck!
“Uuu, I’m not!”
As her panties were about to be lost, Ella grew anxious, lowering her head to try and check the situation.
But her own large rice cakes completely blocked her view, so she couldn’t see what Vina’s little hand was doing, leaving her burning with anxiety.
Damn it, rice cakes, besides blocking my line of sight, don’t you have any other positive uses?
Wait, really none?
Suddenly, Ella realized something.
She’s the little loli, I’m the big-chested woman!
Just as Vina was busy with her mischief, she suddenly felt a massive force crash into her, knocking her flat onto the futon, her little hand naturally pulled away.
She was about to get up for round two when a pair of large white rabbits pressed down on her with overwhelming momentum.
Anyone who has played basketball, or even basketball games, knows that a smaller player needs a lot of skill to go against a bigger one—delicate dribbling, dreamy footwork, agile changes in direction, lightning-fast breakthroughs, and dazzling hand techniques.
But for the big against the small, all you need is pure brute force.
Pa!
That was the sound of the big white rabbits pressing against her little face.
“Uuuuuuuuuuu! (Damn big-chested woman, let me go!)”
“Not letting go!”
Ella couldn’t explain how she knew what Vina wanted to say.
Anyway, it was probably about the same.
When someone is being pinned down, there are only a few things they’d say.
It’s not like she’d say “This feels so good” or anything.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! (You think I’ll just sit here and wait to die?)”
The clever little head was suppressed by the rice cakes, but it couldn’t stop two free little hands.
Do you still remember the ultimate move of the small against the big?
Flexible, delicate, dreamy, and masterful ball control skills!
“Eeek!”
Ella felt a shiver run through her.
“You—stop it—stop!”
“Uuuuuuuuuuu!”
No need to translate; the meaning was clear enough.
A night that was supposed to be about exchanging secrets and heartfelt confessions somehow turned into mutual harm.
And in the end, Ella trembled all over, feeling a warm current in the cold winter night—gentle and comforting.
Then she fell asleep from exhaustion.
Of course, even after falling asleep, she didn’t get off Vina’s face.
It was a sweet, comfortable sleep.
The only problem was her chest felt oddly cold.
That was because Vina, pressed down by the rice cakes, had to manipulate the wind element from that spot just to breathe.
As for why she didn’t just blow Ella off with the wind—
Don’t ask.
It definitely wasn’t because the wind wasn’t strong enough.
“Uuuuu!”
Zzzz
“You can go back now.”
That morning, when Celes returned from her jog, she heard her master say this.
She paused slightly.
“But Master, I haven’t finished listening to your teachings.”
“You’ve heard all you need to. The rest is up to your own thoughts.”
The former Kingdom Chief Sword Saint cleared his throat.
“The rest is just repeating the same things over and over.”
To be honest, all the philosophical things worth saying had pretty much been said.
What else did you want him to teach you?
He couldn’t very well tell you about how his own she ran off with someone else.
Even if you wanted to hear it, your master wouldn’t want to say it.
“Alright, then please take care of yourself.”
Celes went back to where her Dragon Hawk was waiting at the outskirts of town, mounted it, and prepared to return to the Royal City.
Her master came to see her off.
“Child, remember this—when fate arises and falls, flowers bloom and wither, extremes turn to their opposites, fortune and misfortune depend on each other.”
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I heard it from a Bardic Mage passing by the village entrance once.”
As the Dragon Hawk spread its wings and soared into the sky, this was the last thing Celes heard her master say.
***
The next morning, Ella slowly woke up.
Feeling something pressed under her big white rabbits, she suddenly remembered what she did last night.
Startled, she quickly sat up and reached out to touch Vina’s upturned little nose.
Hm, still breathing.
Thank goodness.
If something really had happened, she wouldn’t even know how to explain it to anyone.
“Did you think I’d be stupid enough to get smothered by your chest?”
Vina opened her eyes, glaring at her in exasperation.
Ella opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally managed, “You started it last night.”
You made the first move, I retaliated with the chest.
It was hard to say who won or lost in last night’s battle—both sides attacked and both experienced rare moments of delight.
And regarding the entire ordeal, Vina had only one thing to say:
“Don’t you dare tell anyone what I said last night, or I’ll definitely choke you to death!”
You said the same thing last night…
Ella thought this in her heart, but said aloud, “No problem. But you have to keep my secret safe too.”
If you skip the passionate battles of pressure and ball control in the middle, this was just a warm story about girls exchanging little secrets.
After that, Vina still went to see the local Count of Herli.
According to her, giving him the cold shoulder yesterday was just to make her stance clear and let the other side get a sense of things.
Going to see him now was unavoidable.
After all, the town was so big, with so many people working on the streets every day, it looked too chaotic.
This was a small town, not a checkpoint; there was no place where one man could hold back ten thousand.
Those out-of-control Magicians could easily slip past through a side alley.
But as the ruler of the town, the Count of Herli could stop anyone passing through.
The Count’s mansion was at the very center of town—a beautifully designed little castle, very clean, with people cleaning everywhere.
As for the interior decor, having also lived in a castle, Ella found it strange that there were windows and balconies on all sides of the upper floors, making it look like a watchtower.
“Young ladies, the Count invites you in.”
After going upstairs, Vina refused the lunch invitation, insisting on discussing business directly.
Ella finally saw the ruler of this small town.
To be fair, the Count of Herli wasn’t bad-looking.
He didn’t have the pot-bellied physique of Mayor Lil or Tai Dingjue, nor the gloomy face of the Lanai Family from Harbor City.
In fact, he was rather elegant.
“Some out-of-control Magicians will pass through here. We’ve already learned their route and set up an ambush. If they come, fire will reduce this place to ashes. There’s already been a victim in the Royal City.”
Vina laid out the situation clearly in a single sentence.
It might not be entirely true.
If their goal wasn’t here and they were just passing through for supplies, they might not cause any harm.
Or maybe, like in the Royal City, a few unlucky people would be burned to death at random.
She said it this way just to make the other side cooperate, not really intending to “save” the place.
The Count of Herli, however, was very serious.
“It does sound grave. I understand. I’ll have people keep a strict watch and monitor everyone passing through.”
As he spoke, he walked to the window and looked down.
Vina’s eyebrows knit.
“You don’t have to be too strict. They’ll need supplies and rest, so just—”
“Excuse me, please wait a moment.”
The Count of Herli raised his hand, signaling for his guard captain to come over, then pointed to a spot on the street below.
“Why isn’t that person working? Why are they resting?”
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