Chapter 193: Feeding Play — A Shura Field

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Wendy was halfway to melting.

Laxana, that little vixen, was getting better and better at knowing exactly how to handle his weak spot.

Just one sentence, one look, and a gentle blow of air was enough to make the Prince’s heart itch.

A current of electricity surged from the base of his ears through his entire body, leaving him without even the thought of resisting.

He allowed the two of them to sandwich him, one on each side, as they led him to a secluded corner deep within the restaurant.

The location was excellent, right next to a massive floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside was the Mage Academy’s meticulously maintained courtyard, where exotic flowers and rare plants competed in brilliance.

Wendy was pressed into a soft sofa chair, with Astreia and Laxana by his side.

Although many eyes were turned toward them in the Mage Academy’s restaurant, the atmosphere here was ultimately different from the Military Branch.

There were a significant number of male students in the Academy, and while the girls also found Wendy’s ruinously beautiful face to be breathtaking, they were much more reserved.

They only stole glances from afar or whispered with their companions; they did not pounce directly like those female hooligans from the Military Branch.

But before Wendy could catch his breath, Laxana and Astreia had already brought over a dazzling array of delicacies.

There was roasted squab shimmering with a honeyed glaze, a mountain of pan-seared lobster tails, caviar garnished with gold leaf, and various exquisitely shaped pastries.

The Prince was sandwiched between two peerless beauties.

To his left was Astreia’s cold fragrance, reminiscent of a snowy mountain peak, and to his right was Laxana’s lively sweetness, like a summer orchard.

The two distinct yet equally intoxicating scents intertwined, wrapping him firmly in their embrace.

“Open your mouth.”

Astreia used a small silver fork to pick up a piece of tender, succulent roasted meat and held it to Wendy’s lips.

Almost at the exact same time, Laxana picked up a strawberry dusted with powdered sugar and leaned in with a giggle.

“Wendy, try mine first. It’s really sweet!”

In an instant, cold sweat broke out on the Prince’s forehead.

‘Oh no, it’s a lethal choice!’

But he knew how to solve this problem.

Astreia was his primary partner and his most important ally on this grand chessboard.

Her status had to be upheld.

Meanwhile, Laxana was Astreia’s best friend and a vinegar jar that could explode at any moment.

He could not afford to offend either, but he had to distinguish between primary and secondary importance.

Wendy made a decision in a split second.

He first turned his head and gave Laxana an apologetic yet somewhat placating smile.

“Be good. Wait a moment; you’re next.”

Then, he turned back to meet Astreia’s subtle gaze.

He obediently opened his mouth and ate the piece of roasted meat.

The meat was tender, the glaze sweet without being cloying, and it practically melted in his mouth.

However, the Prince did not taste a thing.

All of his attention was focused on Astreia’s face.

Only when he saw the faint, almost imperceptible curve of satisfaction at the corner of the Princess Royal’s lips did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The first trial was passed.

He immediately turned his head toward Laxana without a moment’s pause.

The smile on Miss Klein’s face had vanished, and the light in her beautiful large eyes had dimmed quite a bit.

She looked at Wendy gloomily, saying nothing, just holding the strawberry there.

Crying inwardly, Wendy hurriedly opened his mouth and took in the strawberry along with the tips of Laxana’s fingers.

A soft, warm sensation followed.

Laxana’s fingertips trembled slightly, as if she had received a small electric shock.

The sweet and sour flavor of the strawberry burst in his mouth.

Wendy chewed diligently while looking at Laxana with his most sincere expression, hoping she would calm down.

Laxana huffed and finally withdrew her hand, but her expression remained sour.

Just when Wendy thought the matter had passed, a sharp pain suddenly erupted from the soft flesh of his waist!

He nearly cried out in pain, his entire body shuddering.

It was Laxana!

She was looking forward with a beaming smile as if nothing had happened, yet her hand beneath the table was ruthlessly pinching Wendy’s waist, even giving it a harsh twist.

The Prince grimaced in pain but did not dare resist.

He could only cast a plea for help toward Astreia on his other side.

In response, the Princess Royal simply raised a glass of red wine with elegance and took a light sip.

She used the rim of the glass to hide the slight upward curve of her lips, putting on an “I didn’t see anything” act as she enjoyed the show.

It was over.

The two of them had formed a united front.

Wendy completely gave up resisting.

He leaned back into the sofa, adopting a resigned posture of “do with me what you will.”

He no longer expected to have a normal meal.

Sure enough, for the remainder of the time, he was reduced to a mere vessel for the two women to feed.

From the left, Astreia would offer a piece of fish; from the right, Laxana would stuff a piece of cake into his mouth.

He had no room for choice and could only mechanically open his mouth, chew, and swallow.

What was even more lethal was that as the atmosphere grew more harmonious, the two women’s actions became increasingly bold.

Wendy felt like a slice of ham caught in the middle of a sandwich.

Astreia’s body carried a hint of coolness.

She appeared dignified, but her slender, beautiful legs were pressed against his under the table—intentionally or not—and that warm elasticity constantly transmitted through the thin fabric of his trousers.

Miss Klein, on the other hand, was like a small furnace.

Her entire body was practically draped over him, her breath brushing against the hollow of his neck from time to time.

The hand holding the food would also inadvertently graze his lips, sending bouts of numbness through him.

The Prince completely gave up on thinking, falling into a state of chaos.

He could not even tell if he was eating roasted meat or dessert anymore; his mind was filled with the intertwined scents and the constant, wonderful sensations.

‘Whatever. Just let the world end already.’

He simply closed his eyes, putting on an air of leisure as if he were actively “enjoying” it.

Seeing Wendy’s resigned attitude, the two women exchanged a glance.

Both saw a triumphant smile in the other’s eyes, and their actions became even more excessive.

Just as this subtle and ambiguous atmosphere reached its peak, a crisp, melodious, yet somewhat haughty voice rang out before their table.

“Excuse me, are you His Highness Prince Wendy Black?”

Wendy opened his eyes.

A figure stood by the table, one hand over her chest as she bowed to him.

The newcomer was a tall young woman wearing well-fitted, pale gold armor.

The edges and joints of the armor were traced with intricate silver Magic Patterns, making it look less like combat gear and more like a work of art.

A cascade of brilliant golden hair draped down her back like a waterfall, and she wore a perfectly practiced, commercial smile.

She completely ignored the two equally noble women beside him.

From head to toe, every part of her was shimmering and glowing, as if she were terrified that others would not realize how wealthy she was.

Wendy’s train of thought veered off course.

‘This outfit… I probably couldn’t afford it even if I sold myself.’