Chapter 233: Don’t Make a Noise—He Calls My Name Even in His Dreams

The last ink blot on the sheepskin parchment was perfectly absorbed.

The rustling sound of the nib across the paper came to an abrupt halt.

Wendy panted heavily, the quill in his hand dropping to the floor with a pat.

He was still nestled in Xi Ya’s arms, beneath him those breathtakingly long, jade-like legs, and the rich, overwhelming scent of lavender lingered around the tip of his nose.

His brain buzzed from the extreme pleasure of creation, while his body trembled with excitement from prolonged stimulation.

At the peak of both spirit and body, he felt as if his soul had been drained away, leaving only the most primal craving.

“Senior…”

The Prince closed his eyes, waiting for the next wave of tenderness.

“I still want more…”

“More…”

Xi Ya looked down at the beast in her arms—still unsatisfied, utterly lost—and her bright red lips curled into a cold, cruel smile.

“Greedy little thing.”

Instead of granting his wish as usual, she slowly leaned in and blew a soft breath near the Prince’s ear.

“Whoosh—”

A strange, bright purple dust swirled around the Prince’s face along with her breath.

Wendy shuddered violently.

His tightly shut eyes flew open, the longing and heat inside them freezing in an instant before rapidly fading, replaced by pure blankness and emptiness.

The next second, his body went limp, like a doll stripped of all bones, and his head lolled to the side as he fell into a deep sleep.

Sweet and defenseless.

“Tsk, tsk, such a good boy~”

Xi Ya smugly moved Wendy to the sofa and brushed the nonexistent dust off her skirt.

After finishing all this, she leisurely walked to the closed side door.

Her hand rested on the doorknob, and she gently pulled it open a crack.

On the carpet of the corridor outside, a figure was sprawled out with limbs splayed.

Miss Klein’s mage skirt was wrinkled into a mess, her golden hair spread messily around her.

Her usually proud little face was flushed red, and a suspicious trail of drool hung from the corner of her mouth.

Even in sleep, she seemed to be savoring something, her body twitching from time to time.

“Heh, what a waste.”

She walked out of the secret chamber with unhurried steps, effortlessly bent down, and scooped up the petite Laxana like carrying a disobedient cat, holding her with one arm.

Back inside the secret chamber, she casually tossed the unconscious young lady down beside Wendy.

She even “kindly” adjusted her posture to make her look more “elegant” in sleep.

The secret chamber door clicked shut again.

Under the soft lamplight, the two most renowned prodigies of the Valoran Kingdom were both unconscious, utterly defenseless against the outside world.

Xi Ya gracefully walked to the armchair beside the fireplace and sat down.

A wineglass filled with a crimson liquid had appeared in her hand at some point.

She gently swirled the drink, admiring the “masterpiece” she had created with her own hands.

Her purple eyes sparkled with the cunning and calculation of a hunter admiring its prey.

She reached out with her other hand and lightly traced her fingertip over her pale collarbone.

A faint bite mark remained there, left by Wendy during his moment of passion.

After an unknown amount of time, Laxana on the sofa twitched violently a few times.

She was jolted awake by a sudden, intense sense of emptiness.

Like an addict forcibly cut off from a drug supply, the weightlessness of falling from the clouds made her whole body ache.

In the empathic link, the continuous, blush-inducing pleasure from Wendy had stopped.

She snapped her eyes open.

For a moment, her mind was blank.

What came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling and the flickering warm firelight from the hearth.

She found herself lying on an incredibly soft and comfortable sofa, covered with a lavender-scented blanket.

Where was this?

She shot up in terror.

The first thing she saw was the opposite side.

On the other sofa, Wendy was sleeping quietly.

He was wearing a silk bathrobe, its collar slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone.

Slightly damp, dark blue strands of hair clung to his cheek.

His sleeping face was too peaceful, the corner of his mouth even curved in a satisfied smile.

Everything came crashing back into Laxana’s mind.

“Wendy!”

She wanted to pounce, to shake this man bewitched by the fox spirit awake and interrogate him fiercely!

But just as she leaned forward, a soft, smiling female voice sounded from not far behind her.

“Don’t wake him up.”

“—!”

Laxana’s movements froze instantly, as if struck by a petrification spell.

That voice…

Her neck twisted like a rusted gear, making a creak as she turned her head inch by painful inch.

From the shadows cast by the bookshelves, a tall, slender figure emerged slowly, wineglass in hand.

It was Xi Ya.

Her gentle, beautiful face wore a perfect smile, and her purple eyes sparkled with an eerie light in the candlelight, as if they could see through the soul.

“Welcome, Miss Klein.”

Xi Ya swirled the crimson liquid in her glass, her tone light as if chatting with a friend.

“It looks like my ‘teaching’ was quite effective. Even you were ‘influenced’ into falling asleep.”

The librarian deliberately emphasized the word “influenced.”

Laxana’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

She knows!

This woman had known from the beginning about the secret of the empathic link between her and Wendy!

“You… what did you do to him?!”

She questioned fiercely but with a bluster that failed to hide her trembling voice, which quivered with guilt.

Uncontrollably, her mind began replaying everything she had “seen” through the link: the gentle massage, the ambiguous bath, the decadent lap pillow, and finally the shameful embrace…

“What did I do to him?”

Xi Ya walked up to Laxana and leaned down slightly.

The lavender fragrance, more intense than usual, mixed with a faint scent of wine, assaulted her senses, aggressive and inescapable.

“Don’t pretend, little cutie.”

Her voice was lowered, like a lover’s whisper, but it made Laxana feel like she was falling into an ice cave.

“When I helped him relax his shoulders and neck, did your shoulders also feel that soft touch?”

“When I wiped his body dry, did your skin feel lighter too?”

Xi Ya extended a slender index finger, its tip cool, and flirtatiously traced along Laxana’s tense jawline.

“When he sat on my lap and wrote those words…”

“You… were you enjoying it too?”

Boom!

Laxana’s brain exploded completely, burned with shame and fury.

She couldn’t refute it.

Not a single word.

Because everything this woman said was true.

Her link with Wendy had allowed her to share all the ultimate pleasures.

In a sense, she was not a bystander at all; she, like Wendy, was an equal victim toyed with by this woman’s hands.

Just as she was about to faint from shame again, Wendy on the opposite sofa stirred restlessly.

As if having a sweet dream, he murmured in his sleep, his words slurred.

“…”

“Xi… ya… ap…”

Those few faint words pierced through Laxana’s last psychological defense like two sharpest daggers.

Xi Ya slowly straightened up, her smile growing even brighter, like a poisonous flower in full bloom.

Right in front of Laxana, she turned and walked over to Wendy, gently tucking the corner of the blanket in.

Her posture was tender, like a virtuous wife.

“You see.”

“Even in his dreams, he’s thinking of me.”

Xi Ya turned her head, a glint of triumph in her purple eyes, and looked at the now utterly heartbroken Laxana.

“Miss Klein.”

“Could I ask you for a favor?”