The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

23. The Queen

“It shouldn’t… cause any trouble, right?”

In the quiet courtyard, Veer paced back and forth outside the door, a hint of hesitation and struggle occasionally appearing on her round face.

She certainly wasn’t worried about Mu En Campbell.

She was worried about the president.

Although she knew the president could be quite fierce when drunk, upon calming down to think, she had put the drunken president in a room with a man.

A solitary man and woman, sharing a space?

Though she knew the president was in a rampaging state, it was difficult to even get close, let alone take advantage of her.

But…

After all, it was that infamous Mu En Campbell, who knew what despicable means he might employ?

What if he accidentally tarnished the president’s purity…

“No, I need to check!”

Veer took a deep breath, leaning against the door, starting to lift the seal on the room’s array.

Of course, she couldn’t completely lift it; that would be too risky.

She only lifted a portion, wanting to listen for any sounds inside.

“Bang!”

But just as she lifted it, a loud crash from within the room startled her, causing her delicate body to shudder.

“What… what’s going on?”

Weir was startled and quickly pressed against the door, continuing to listen.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang bang clatter!”

Various loud noises erupted from within the room, as if two wild beasts were fighting inside, violently destroying everything around them.

The tremendous racket made Weir feel as if the entire house was shaking, even though she was just pressed against the door.

“Is… is it this intense?”

Weir swallowed hard.

This commotion was far greater than the last time the president accidentally drank some alcohol.

Could it be that the president’s drinking habits have worsened again?

Terrifying.

“It seems I was overthinking it.”

While surprised, Weir couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It was impossible to take advantage of the situation; who could possibly take advantage of a humanoid T-Rex?

But…

“Poor Mu En Campbell.”

Even though she couldn’t see it with her own eyes, Weir’s mind conjured an image of Mu En Campbell being ruthlessly ravaged by the president.

“Don’t die…”

Listening to the terrifying sounds from the room, Weir clasped her hands together, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes, and sincerely prayed:

“At worst, even if you remain the president’s annoying fiancé in the future, I won’t speak ill of you anymore.”

After her prayer, Weir quietly stood up, silently sealed the formation, and then quietly reinforced the entire array once more.

She completely welded the door shut.

…

Just as Weir had guessed, within the completely sealed room, an intense battle was taking place.

But after both of them unleashed their “strongest” strikes simultaneously and then made mistakes at the same time, this fierce battle began to head in a strange direction.

There were no longer any techniques or rules, and no abilities or skills.

The two of them became entangled like street brawlers, grappling with each other.

Grabbing hands.

Pressing feet.

Tearing clothes.

Gnawing.

Rolling back and forth.

Knocking over everything that touches, pushing it aside, turning it into fragments.

Interspersed with occasional angry curses.

Like two monsters, brutally destroying everything.

From one end of the room, they wrestle to the other.

The candlelight flickers.

Documents on the table flutter everywhere.

The room grows increasingly hot.

And this struggle, without anyone noticing, suddenly changed its flavor.

Perhaps it was the spring light revealed when Celicia’s clothes were torn apart, or perhaps it was the accidental brush of Mun’s lips as he desperately tried to suppress her.

Like a spark, plunging into a powder keg long stirred by alcohol.

As if thunder ignited the earth, it exploded in an instant.

Grasping hands turned into ten fingers intertwined.

Pressing feet became bodies grinding against each other.

Gnawing transformed into kisses landing on every inch of skin.

The clothes no longer needed to be torn, for they had already turned into flying fragments, leaving the two with only the thinnest barrier.

Celicia’s perfect fullness, completely revealed, accentuated by her black lingerie, her skin as flawless as mutton-fat jade, was like the most intense poison, stimulating Mun’s nerves, compelling him to fiercely hold the girl beneath him, as if he wanted to merge her with himself forever.

And the girl twisted her delicate body like a water snake, under the rising hormones and this close contact, her sensitive spots were gradually teased by Mun, desire bubbling to the surface, combined with alcohol, lifting her consciousness to thousands of meters high, wrapped in countless warm clouds.

She instinctively responded to Mun, even beginning to anticipate his next move, hoping he would breach that forbidden zone, bringing endless rain and nourishment.

But just as that final, gossamer-thin barrier was about to be breached, Mun’s movements suddenly stopped.

He propped himself up from Celicia, his eyes bloodshot, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, like a beast in heat.

Desire burned like flames, consuming his will, and between this thunder and earth fire, it felt like a trigger about to be pulled, urgent and unyielding.

Yet, perhaps it was the alcohol evaporating with the sweat, or perhaps it was some deep-seated resolve within him, that allowed Mun’s mind to regain a sliver of clarity in that final moment.

“Damn it, what am I doing?”

He looked down at the girl still gasping beneath him.

The girl’s name was Celicia.

She was the princess of the empire.

The pure white witch admired by countless people.

She is noble, aloof, and pure.

All she has to do is lift her foot, and those who wish to kiss it could line up from Queen Street in Belrand to the palace gates.

Yet, this girl, as pure and untainted as a snow lotus, this girl whom no man has dared to dream of, is now beneath him, twisting her perfect, white body, her seductive gaze like silk, her breath fragrant like orchids, welcoming him with open arms.

There is only a barrier between them.

No, it can’t even be called a barrier.

Because all it would take is for him to thrust forward, and he could completely possess this princess, making her willingly submit beneath him.

No one could blame him, because this is merely an accident.

A beautiful accident.

But.

“What’s the difference between this and the first time?!”

Just like when he first acquired the girl, though it was due to his foolish plan, it ultimately led to that outcome, also a consequence of various unforeseen circumstances.

That’s right, an accident.

But this is unfair to the girl.

This does not stem from her subjective thoughts, but from external influences.

Before, it was medicine.

This time, it’s alcohol.

It’s incredibly unfair.

“No… are we not continuing?”

Celicia also noticed Mu En stop his actions, her perky bottom slightly raising as if searching for the heat from before. She lifted her eyes, now a misty steam due to the effects of alcohol, gazing at Mu En with confusion.

“Hiss…”

Celicia’s adorable demeanor, in stark contrast to her usual coldness, along with her incessant yearning movements, further stimulated his nerves, making his iron spear, which had already endured two rounds of battle, feel as if it might explode at any moment.

But Mu En gritted his teeth, suppressing the desire that almost made him explode on the spot, and leaned down to kiss Celicia’s forehead.

“Sorry, as I said before, compared to your body, I want to earn your affection more.

So, Celicia, I won’t do anything that would make you dislike me again.”

As he spoke, Mu En couldn’t help but reveal a self-deprecating smile.

The bullet is already in the chamber, yet he holds back from firing at the last moment; if this were a story in a novel, he would be scorned as a coward by countless readers.

But it doesn’t matter; he doesn’t want this “adorable” princess to suffer any longer.

This is good enough.

However, what Mu En didn’t notice was that the girl’s delicate body seemed to have stopped twisting.

“Let’s continue when you really have feelings for me.”

Leaving this incredibly heartfelt sentence behind, Mu En prepared to stand up.

If he stayed like this any longer, he feared he would truly lose control of himself.

Creak…

But at that moment, he seemed to hear a crisp sound, as if ice were freezing.

No, that’s not right, it wasn’t like.

Mu En slowly turned his gaze to his hands, which were propped up on the ground.

At this moment, a thin layer of cold ice had frozen his hands to the ground, making it impossible to pull away.

Mu En’s expression stiffened as he looked down.

Beneath him.

The girl was silently watching him.

However, in those ice-blue eyes, the mist was continuously condensing, transforming into water, and slowly freezing into ice.

The girl’s cheeks were still slightly flushed, her skin exuding the lingering fragrance of desire.

But her expression was now incredibly cold.

Just as Mu En was familiar with.

“What is this…”

Recovered?

Mu En was taken aback for a moment, then realized.

Right, he could automatically expel alcohol from his body due to intense exercise, Celicia should be able to as well.

In fact, since her realm was higher than his, she should recover even faster.

Thinking of this, Mu En suddenly shivered, revealing an incredibly awkward expression.

Because at this moment, the girl was still pinned beneath him, both of them only wearing a thin piece of underwear, and even the underwear was a bit disheveled due to their earlier movements.

“Ce…Celicia, this is an accident, do you understand?”

Mu En explained in a panic:

“I never intended to do anything to you, I’ve already stopped, and I can leave right now…”

Leave…

Unable to leave.

Because Celicia was freezing Mu En’s hands.

“Celicia?”

Mu En forced a bitter smile: “Can you let go of me?”

“……”

Celicia remained silent, watching Mu’en.

She scrutinized him closely.

Looking at Mu’en’s face, which was desperately suppressing desire, her expression occasionally went blank, as if she were contemplating something or a particular phrase.

The ice was still freezing.

However, no matter how pure or hard the ice is, once it melts and solidifies again, it is bound to mix with something different.

And those things frozen within the ice will exist longer and more profoundly than ordinary ones.

“Celicia… can you melt the ice?”

Mu’en continued to speak carefully, “I won’t do anything to you, right away…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the ice melted.

Mu’en was overjoyed and was about to pull away when he suddenly felt two soft arms wrap around his neck.

Then, the familiar sensation of the world spinning.

Mu’en was already pinned beneath the girl.

“Eh?”

Mu’en was taken aback.

What the hell? Again?

“Celicia, what… what are you trying to do?” Mu’en shouted in panic.

Celicia straightened her body, sitting on Mu’en. Her nostrils flared, still slightly panting from desire, her skin glistening enticingly in the candlelight.

With a graceful wave of her hand, the last line of defense for both of them fell away simultaneously.

That pair of perfectly shaped jade rabbits broke free from their restraints, revealing themselves before Mu’en, still standing proud.

“Wh… what?”

Mu’en stared at the scene that left his mouth dry and his tongue tied, speechless:

“You… are you still not awake?”

“Mu’en Campbell, you big man, rambling on with a bunch of nonsense, aren’t you ashamed?”

Celicia finally spoke, her voice cold.

She lowered her head, staring into Mu’en’s eyes, a hint of disdainful smirk curling at the corners of her mouth:

“And when did you develop this… illusion that you can control me?”

As she spoke.

In Mu’en’s suddenly widened eyes, she raised her hips slightly, her delicate hand reaching out, gripping that fiery weapon.

Then…

Her delicate body surged forward, accompanied by two simultaneous gasps, the long spear accurately plunged into the abyss, unstoppable.

The girl with silver-white hair danced, her delicate body rising and falling fiercely, drenched in fragrant sweat.

She lifted her proud head, like a princess high above… oh no, at this moment, she resembled a haughty queen, guiding her only knight, charging ever deeper and further, charging, charging, and charging again!