Wendy felt he was truly wronged.
How did this blame end up on him?
If men had no backbone, did women?
Weren’t you just dangling like a trinket a moment ago?
But before he could spit out that complaint, the scene unfolding before him made him swallow all his words.
Astreia completely ignored their little squabble.
Her emerald star-like eyes shimmered with the light of a hunter.
She climbed right over Wendy, and in one motion scooped up Laxana, who was still lying on Wendy, drowning in shame and grievance.
The entire movement was fluid, exuding an undeniable force.
“You! Let me go! What are you doing?!”
Laxana shrieked, her limbs flailing in the air like a cat caught by the scruff, struggling desperately but unable to budge the other woman.
The bit of strength she had just recovered was as fragile as paper before Astreia.
“What am I doing?”
Astreia stood by the bed holding her, a mischievous and sweet smile on her face.
The words she uttered almost made Laxana’s blood freeze.
“Fucking you, of course~”
With that, Astreia shifted her grip, grabbing Laxana by the calves and hoisting her upside down, then spun her around.
Laxana’s vision whirled.
When she steadied herself, she found herself in an unbelievable position, “propped up” by Astreia.
To maintain balance, her arms instinctively wrapped around Astreia’s neck behind her, while her entire torso hung suspended, facing outward, directly toward the man on the bed who was staring at them in shock.
Her back pressed tightly against Astreia’s warm chest and abdomen.
This position…
Boom.
Laxana’s mind exploded.
Countless improper picture books—ones she’d obtained through certain special channels, depicting all sorts of bold scenes—frantic pages flipped through her mind.
One page was frozen on this very pose.
Shame, terror, and an inappropriate, strange association stirred up by those books instantly shattered her reason.
The blush that had just faded flared up again, burning crimson across her face, neck, and even her ears, tinged with a delicate pink.
“Astreia! You lunatic! Put me down now!”
She used every ounce of her strength, screaming a sharp roar.
“Or I swear, even as an undead, I will never forgive you!!!”
Yet this curse full of resentment sounded like harmless praise to its instigator.
Astreia ignored the lady who was about to faint from shame, only chuckling as she cast her playful emerald gaze at Wendy on the bed.
“Prince…”
“Tonight, we must teach this disobedient Mage a good lesson.”
“If she gets brave later and suddenly puts a Lightning Collar on me, that would be terrible~”
Wendy stared blankly at the scene.
Laxana was held in front of Astreia in an extremely convenient position, trembling slightly from shame and fear.
Her golden hair hung messily, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, adding a broken, tragic beauty.
Those violet eyes were filled with moisture, looking at him in terror and despair.
It was…
This image…
This composition…
This eroticism…
“Hiss!!!”
Wendy inhaled sharply, feeling an electric current shoot from his tailbone straight to his crown.
The drowsy spirit from being drained was suddenly injected with ten thousand times the vitality.
His back no longer ached, his legs no longer weak, and he was completely refreshed.
Train Bento!
It was the legendary Train Bento Pose!
This dreamlike position, only existing in fantasy, was actually going to be experienced in person!
This placement, this angle—it was the perfect combination of mechanics and ergonomics.
It could maximize the saving of the male’s strength while achieving ultimate intimacy, directly detonating every sensation.
Who could resist this!
Seeing Wendy’s eyes light up and his eager look, ready to charge forward, Laxana’s heart sank to the bottom.
A huge, unspeakable awkwardness mixed with disappointment and confusion churned inside her.
Why?
Why didn’t he resist?
You’re a guy, being treated like this—shouldn’t you feel humiliated?
In the heroic epics and romance novels she had read before, when faced with coercion by witches, female demons, and dark elves, the male protagonists always resisted to the death, fought desperately.
Could it be…
Were those all fake fantasies created by authors?
Actually… do guys… enjoy this kind of thing?
Or…
Laxana’s gaze involuntarily fell on Astreia’s victorious smile.
Or had Wendy been completely trained by this woman to be so shameless?
At this thought, Laxana’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by a hand, sour and bitter.
The flames of jealousy nearly burned her to ashes.
She loved Astreia.
They had been closest comrades since childhood.
She also loved Wendy, the kind of love that wanted to be with him forever.
But whenever she saw Astreia and Wendy together—especially when Astreia possessed Wendy in this forceful, domineering way—she felt her heart split in two.
Half cheered for her comrade’s strength, while the other half screamed in pain over her stolen treasure.
This contradictory feeling was driving her crazy.
Astreia seemed to see through her inner struggle and confusion, tightening her arms around her.
The Princess Royal lowered her head, bringing her lips to Laxana’s ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear.
“Laxana, you always do this.
You want to love but dare not.
You want to let go but care about ridiculous pride.
You watch me get everything, and deep down, you’re insanely jealous.”
“You’re such… a troublesome little dummy.”
“But it’s okay.”
Astreia’s lips curled into a dangerous smile.
“Today, I’ll give you a hand.”
“I’ll make you feel so good you forget everything, completely let yourself go…”
With that, she gave Laxana no time to think, dragging her nearly unresisting delicate body forward, charging straight at Wendy on the bed like a knight launching an assault.
On the other side, Wendy, already eagerly waiting, instinctively met her charge.
Seeing his handsome face, full of desire and excitement, rapidly approaching…
“Wendy! D-Don’t come any closer!!!”
Laxana’s pupils sharply contracted, every hair on her body standing on end, letting out the most despairing cry of her life.
No!
If it happened one more time now!
She would definitely, definitely break down!