Movira felt both angry and amused at the same time.
She had tasted the fruit wine herself. The alcohol content really wasn’t high. She could only sigh that Seraphina’s alcohol tolerance was still far too low.
She made up her mind internally that she would never let her touch alcohol again in the future!
After helping Seraphina back to the bedroom and laying her on the bed, the other girl refused to lie still. Instead, she reached out and tightly grabbed Movira’s clothes.
A pair of unfocused eyes struggled to focus as they looked Movira up and down. Then she broke into a silly smile and spoke in a drunken tone:
“Beau… tiful person… born with… with such looks… truly… are you… willing to… share… share the same bed… with me… or not?”
Right after that, she began babbling a bunch of words Movira couldn’t understand at all, mixed with quite a few… vulgar and indecent phrases.
Movira looked at this Seraphina who was completely different from usual and was so angry she laughed.
“You little rascal, what kind of messy things have you been watching normally…”
Fortunately, she had already prepared in advance. She secretly used a memory crystal to record this scene, planning to properly “educate” her once she sobered up!
At that moment, Seraphina suddenly pulled with surprising strength. Of course, it was mostly because Movira didn’t resist, so she was directly yanked onto the bed.
Immediately after, Seraphina flipped over and actually straddled Movira’s body!
She looked down at her from above. Her hazy eyes carried an unprecedented bold and direct emotion.
Being trapped beneath Seraphina in this position, watching her eyes that had become moist and slightly stringy from drunkenness, feeling the scorching body heat coming from her, and the body fragrance mixed with the scent of alcohol…
Movira felt her own breathing involuntarily grow heavier. A certain impulse that had been suppressed for a long time also showed signs of loosening. She silently chanted “calm down” in her heart, trying hard to maintain composure while also attempting to sober the other up a little.
“Seraphina! Wake up a bit. Look at me — who am I?!”
“I… I’m very clear-headed!” Seraphina pouted in dissatisfaction. Her cheeks also puffed up as if she were angry. She then reached out and started pulling at her own collar.
“It’s just… so hot… But, perfect… Beautiful person, don’t rush. Wait for me…”
Seeing that she was about to take off even her innermost layer of clothing, Movira finally couldn’t bear it anymore. She flipped over and reversed the situation.
This time it was she who firmly pinned Seraphina beneath her. She quickly wrapped her tightly in the blanket to prevent her from catching a cold.
Seraphina was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon, with only a flushed little face exposed. She looked up at Movira above her. Not only was she not afraid, she even smiled even more like a lovesick fool.
“…So proactive? Could it be… that you… can’t wait anymore… and want my… mm…”
Before she could finish speaking, Movira truly couldn’t listen anymore. She quickly pointed a finger at her. Seraphina’s eyelids immediately grew heavy, and she tilted her head and fell into deep sleep.
Although Movira was reluctant to use magic on Seraphina, she really didn’t dare imagine what kind of explosive words she might blurt out next.
Wasn’t Seraphina quite innocent before? Or could it be… those books?
…Seraphina had already finished the third book?! Speaking of books, Movira hadn’t paid attention to them for a long time. Could it be that the scale of those books was getting bigger with each one?
Movira grew suspicious. She quickly used magic to find the third book hidden in the bed seam and casually flipped through a few pages…
Case closed.
She almost ground her teeth as she shouted toward the door, “Dekalorin! I’m not done with you!”
When Seraphina struggled to open her eyes at noon the next day, she felt a splitting headache. Her throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire! Her entire body felt like it had fallen apart.
“Awake?” Movira’s voice came from beside her. It sounded no different from usual, yet somehow felt much colder.
Seraphina squinted over. The other was sitting on the chair by the bedside. On the small table beside her were a cup of clear water and some light food.
“Mm… My head hurts so much.” Seraphina pressed both hands against her head. Her voice was terribly hoarse.
“You got drunk.” Movira handed the cup of water to Seraphina. “Drink water first.”
Seraphina didn’t reach out to take it. Instead, she let Movira feed the water directly into her mouth. Only then did she feel a little relief from the discomfort.
She tried to recall the fragments of last night in bits and pieces. Her memory stopped at the scene before she started drinking the fruit wine. Everything after that… was like looking through layers of fog, blurry and unclear.
Movira then brought a wet towel and helped wipe her face and hands. The entire process was very silent, which both warmed Seraphina’s heart and made her feel uneasy.
“Eat something. An empty stomach will make you feel worse.” The other brought over a bowl of warm porridge. The atmosphere grew a little colder.
Seraphina couldn’t help swallowing. She had a feeling that something big was waiting for her.
But looking at the bowl in front of her… at this point, she might as well eat first.
“Feeling better?” Movira asked.
Seraphina didn’t know how to answer. She cautiously nodded, her eyes never leaving Movira’s.
As expected, Movira’s expression suddenly darkened. The coldness in her voice became even more obvious.
“Seraphina, I already told you not to drink so much, but you refused to listen!”
Seraphina’s heart skipped a beat. She knew she couldn’t escape the “aftermath reckoning.”
“I’m sorry…” Knowing she was in the wrong, she could only lower her head in shame and mumble softly, “I really won’t drink next time.”
Movira looked at her like this and snorted coldly.
“Next time? Do you know what you said last night when you were drunk?”
“I… what did I say? What did I do? I don’t remember…”
She could only pray now that she hadn’t done anything too outrageous.
But the other didn’t speak. Instead, she handed over a crystal.
Seraphina knew how to use it. She carefully infused a trace of magic power into it. Immediately, the scenes from last night appeared before her eyes.
Her pulling Movira and calling her “beautiful person,” saying those teasing words…
When the image finished playing, Seraphina’s entire body stiffened as if she had lost her soul. She sat motionless on the bed. Her eyes widened and her expression changed rapidly — from pale at the beginning, to flushed red, and finally to ashen gray.
“This is me?! Is this really me?!”
“Heaven… just let me die… How am I supposed to face Movira after this…”
She desperately wished time could flow backward. She would absolutely never touch that bit of alcohol again.
Watching Seraphina’s expression of utter despair, Movira finally spoke slowly, breaking the dead silence.
“Speak. How should I punish you? Hm? You improper little thing whose mind is full of indecent thoughts all day.”
“Pun… punishment?!”
Seraphina came back to her senses. Her voice carried a crying tone, both afraid and ashamed.
“If you did something wrong, shouldn’t you be punished?”
Movira raised an eyebrow and crooked a finger at her.
“Come here.”
Seraphina’s heart was pounding like a drum, but she didn’t dare disobey. She could only slowly and tremblingly move to the edge of the bed, come in front of Movira, and lower her head.
Suddenly, she felt the world spin. She let out a startled cry as Movira easily pulled her over. She was pressed face-down across the other’s closed legs.
“Wait! Sister, don’t—!” Seraphina instantly understood what was about to happen and struggled in panic. Her hands tried uselessly to push herself up.
However, what responded to her was only a palm raised high and then accurately falling down!
Smack!
A crisp slapping sound suddenly exploded in the room.
It didn’t hurt very much, but that burning sensation, wrapped in a sense of shame, clearly imprinted itself on her skin through the fabric of her sleepwear.
Seraphina’s whole body trembled. All her pleas for mercy got stuck in her throat and turned into a short whimper.
“Ah… mm…”
There was a pause. This kind of interval made Seraphina even more flustered and uneasy than continuous slaps.
Movira’s palm didn’t immediately lift. Instead, it stayed there briefly.
Smack!
The force was perfectly controlled — not enough to cause real injury, but sufficient for the slightly painful stimulation to shoot through her entire body like electricity.
Seraphina couldn’t help biting her lower lip, trying to suppress the sound that was about to escape. Her fingers gripped tightly onto Movira’s thigh.
Each subsequent slap was accompanied by the slight trembling of that soft flesh. That elastic softness even rebounded against Movira’s hand.
At first Seraphina could barely endure it, but as the slaps continued one after another, the accumulated sensation eventually broke through her defenses.
Her eyes quickly turned red.
“Wuu! Mm… Sister, I was wrong… I really know I was wrong…”
She began sobbing and begging, her voice intermittent. Her body also trembled lightly from crying, which made that soft flesh shake even more intensely under Movira’s strikes.
“I won’t dare next time… Please spare me… wuu wuu…”
She twisted her waist, trying to dodge Movira’s palm, but the other simply held down her lower back with one hand, leaving her unable to move.
This feeling of being completely controlled made her feel even more helpless, and strangely deepened a certain palpitation deep in her heart.
Listening to the person beneath her begging with a crying voice, feeling the soft flesh under her palm grow hotter, Movira finally delivered one lighter slap. Hearing that Seraphina was about to lose control of her whimpers, she finally stopped.
She gently rubbed the area that had already become hot. Her palm didn’t leave the soft flesh, but instead carried a comforting intention.
“Have you remembered this lesson?”
“I remembered…” Seraphina sobbed and nodded repeatedly, her eyes brimming with tears. Her voice was weak and soft. “I’ll never drink again… and I won’t dare act like that again either.”
Movira let out a deep sigh. She helped her up and pulled her into her embrace, then hooked the blanket over and covered Seraphina with it.
Seraphina naturally collapsed into Movira’s arms. Her cheek pressed against her shoulder. The lingering burning sensation kept reminding her of everything that had just happened, making her so embarrassed she almost wanted to curl into a ball.
Movira lightly patted her back and used her fingers to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
“Alright, stop crying. You have to be good and listen from now on. This time you were lucky it was at home. What if it had been outside? What if I wasn’t by your side?”
Although these words made Movira herself feel quite scared, she still had to say them — to build up Seraphina’s sensitivity to danger.
“I… wuu, I understand.”
(Human Empire Arc · End)