Faint light struggled to penetrate the gloom of the prison, outlining Fu Xuan's profile, which was usually serene but now etched with unprecedented anxiety.
She knelt on the cold stone floor, her fingers, trembling slightly, gently shaking Daziel's unconscious shoulder.
"Daziel… Daziel! Wake up!"
Fu Xuan's voice, usually cool, was laced with a panic she herself hadn't noticed.
The touch of his skin under the fabric was cold, except for the ghastly wound on his chest, which emanated an ominous, unsettling, searing heat.
Daziel showed no reaction, his breath as faint as a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment.
Fu Xuan's heart sank into an icy abyss.
That grotesque, crimson-pink heart, a fusion of the Denizen of Abundance and the Heliobus, had ultimately wrought the most terrible consequences.
Consciousness plunged into a bottomless abyss, tumbling through a chaotic maelstrom of bizarre, distorted colors.
Daziel couldn't feel his limbs, only endless darkness and madly spinning colored blocks filling his entire perception.
Within this void, two distinctly different voices abruptly intruded, clashing with vehement intensity, booming and arguing.
One voice was deep and savage, like countless metal shards grinding and colliding, mixed with the ferocity of a dying beast.
Vaguely, it seemed to coalesce into the spectral image of a colossal black wolf, its hackles raised, roaring at the heavens.
"You—dare—to bestow my heart! Upon such a member of a different race!
"Not of my kind! His frail body cannot withstand it! He will surely explode and die! What is the meaning of this act!"
It was the thunderous roar of Hoolay, Khan of the Denizens of Abundance, shaking the entire consciousness space with its resonance.
The other voice was sharp and viscous, like slick tentacles slithering by one's ear, filled with nauseating enticement and sweetness.
Its source appeared to be a bizarre energy mass, constantly expanding and contracting, emitting an ambiguous pink glow.
"Jie jie jie jie… Interesting, truly interesting… This child's vessel is even more interesting than this Lord imagined."
"By himself, he naturally cannot accommodate this heart of yours, so full of power, but… what if this Lord is added to the equation?"
Carnal's voice oozed a chilling, feminine smugness.
Daziel's residual consciousness struggled to coalesce, forming a humanoid shape, and emitted a faint ripple: "…What do you mean?"
Carnal's pink aura flickered erratically, like a will-o'-the-wisp, its tone dripping with blatant temptation.
"Boy, it's simple. If you want to live, then obediently listen to this Lord."
"Let this Lord's power attach to your body and fuse completely with this heart's power. Thus, you will be safe and sound, and even… gain unimaginable benefits."
"With you and I joined, what in this world cannot be done? This Lord's pink mist has endless wondrous uses. It can make any woman fall head over heels for you, lost in desire and passion, yours for the taking, to enjoy boundless sensual bliss, jie jie jie…"
Daziel's consciousness rippled with undisguised ridicule.
"You think I'm lacking women? Heh, the ones I have around me are already more than enough to handle…"
Carnal cut him off with a sinister cackle, its laughter growing more bizarre and piercing.
"Greed is human nature, boy. This Lord can sense the deepest desires in your heart, far beyond these current skins."
"Besides, is this Lord's great power only effective on women?"
"In the future, should you encounter powerful enemies, this Lord's power will also be an ever-victorious weapon in your hand. At the very least… suppressing this roaring fool of a wolf beside us will be a simple task. Choose, boy. Will you accept this Lord and this heart, gaining new life and power, or… will you be torn apart by this power right here, your body and soul obliterated? Jie jie jie…"
Daziel felt an indescribable sense of absurdity. "What kind of choice is this? It sounds like I have no choice at all."
Carnal's voice took on a playful, teasing tone.
"This Lord has just peeked into your memories… Heh, truly… a magnificent spectacle. You seem to be troubled that this body of yours is gradually failing to keep up with your 'anime-level stamina,' are you not?"
"The heart of a Khan of the Denizens of Abundance is an extraordinary thing, containing endless life essence. Obtain it, and with this Lord's assistance, even if you indulge in a boundless sea of desire, you will not feel the slightest fatigue, only growing stronger with each battle…"
"Enough! Silence!"
Hoolay's roar, like a tangible sonic weapon, violently struck the entire consciousness space.
The black wolf's spectral image seemed to solidify further, its terrifying pressure crushing down like a mountain.
"I would rather help this boy! I will absolutely not allow you, this fire-spawned abomination, to use the heart blessed by Abundance for such filthy, despicable acts!"
The wolf's spectral form roared, carrying a kingly majesty.
"Boy, just nod your head! I will help you completely break free from the entanglement of this Crimson Moon heart demon! With my Denizen of Abundance's supreme secret arts, I will reshape your body!"
"Then, you will become the new master of the Denizens of Abundance and the Foxians! Wielding slaughter and fear! A true man born into this world, how can he indulge in such petty desires?! Power and authority are the true path!"
Carnal, hearing this, let out an even more piercing and sharp laugh, filled with malice and mockery.
"Jie jie, let me remind you, Hoolay. That woman who beat you down, suppressed and sealed you for seven hundred years, is now… already bound and imprisoned by this boy, accompanying him day and night, reduced to his captive plaything. You, the former Khan, are far inferior to him."
Hoolay's furious roar abruptly ceased, as if an invisible hand had clamped around its throat.
Disbelief, shock, and rage flooded its will.
"You… What did you say?!"
"What I just saw, proven by memory, is absolutely true. This Lord also found it quite surprising, which is why I was willing to condescend to have a proper talk with this boy. Jie jie jie…"
"Carnal, since you've peeked into my memories, don't you understand?"
Daziel's consciousness, after the initial chaos, suddenly became incredibly firm.
"I, Daziel, one thing I love to do most in my life is to say a loud 'no' to self-righteous, controlling villains like you!"
Carnal's voice abruptly turned incomparably sinister, so sharp it could pierce the soul.
"Hmph… Then that's not up to you…"
In an instant, the pink energy, like a bursting dam, surged forth, carrying a viscous, icy, nauseating aura, madly rushing towards Daziel's faint core of consciousness, attempting to completely devour, assimilate, and defile it!
In the real world, within the dim prison cell.
Fu Xuan stared at Daziel's tightly shut eyes, anxiety burning in her heart like a flame.
"Hey! Big pervert! Wake up! Don't play dead and scare me!"
She reached out with cool fingers, probing Daziel's forehead.
The temperature that met her touch made her snatch her hand back as if electrocuted.
Scalding hot! Like touching a red-hot iron!
This was definitely not a normal body temperature!
That heart, a fusion of Denizen of Abundance and Heliobus, was rampaging wildly within him, releasing destructive power!
Fu Xuan knew well that it was a defiled object left by the Lord of Plagues.
If not for the bloodline of the Denizens of Abundance, even the slightest contact could lead to annihilation of body and spirit, eternal damnation.
And now, the root of this calamity had entirely merged into Daziel's body!
The consequences were simply unimaginable!
Her heart burned with anxiety, fine beads of sweat appearing on her brow.
Yet, she felt a profound helplessness, utterly at a loss.
Suddenly, Fu Xuan noticed that an unnatural, demonic flush had spread across Daziel's originally pale cheeks, and…
A certain part of his body was having an extremely abrupt and incredibly embarrassing physiological reaction.
"Wh-what's going on?!"
Fu Xuan stumbled back half a step, shocked, her cheeks instantly flushing with a mixture of shame and anger, even her earlobes burning hot.
"He's… he's unconscious… how can he still… still be like this?!"
She forcibly suppressed the panic and embarrassment in her heart, trying to calm herself.
Her slender, fair fingers rapidly formed seals, calculating a hexagram.
The hexagram shimmered faintly in the air.
The result it presented made Fu Xuan's small face instantly turn deathly pale, her eyes filled with incredulous panic and indecision.
"…Stripping to the extreme brings renewal?"
She subconsciously looked at her own body, exhausted and drained of calculation power from the successive fierce battles, then looked at Daziel's furrowed brow, who seemed to be enduring great pain and some strange excitement.
She was caught in a fierce internal struggle.
"No way… After such a dangerous and fierce battle… now I have to… This is killing me…"
"Maybe… I could try… with my feet?"
Fu Xuan hesitated, biting her lower lip.
With a trembling motion, she lightly placed her delicate, white-stockinged foot onto him, attempting a few clumsy movements.
However, the astonishing heat and indescribable restlessness did not ease in the slightest.
Daziel's brow furrowed even tighter, and a barely audible, suppressed sound escaped his throat, as if he were simultaneously suffering the torment of both ice and fire.
Fu Xuan clearly felt the astonishing heat transmitted from the point of contact, almost melting her silk stocking, and that unabated, even intensifying… reaction.
"Damn it… It's barely effective!"
She clenched her silver teeth, her moist eyes looking at Daziel's increasingly flushed face, which even showed faint blue veins.
She was frantic.
Could it be… Is that really… the only way?
Fu Xuan closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and took a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell slightly, as if she had made an incredibly difficult, yet unavoidable, decision.
Enough! Saving him is paramount! Now is not the time to worry about such things! And, frankly, she had dealt with his "instrument" before, albeit in infinitely more... pleasant. And less one-sided circumstances.
She hesitated no longer. A resolute glint flashed in her eyes.
With a mixture of resignation, awkwardness, and an uncomfortable familiarity, she slowly… straddled Daziel's waist. The slight friction of fabric in the deathly silent prison cell was amplified countless times, sounding exceptionally clear and piercing.
There she was, the Grand Diviner Fu Xuan, sitting astride the man who was her constant source of irritation and, by some cruel whim of fate, someone whose well-being now depended on her in such a… pragmatic way. The irony made her let out a low grumble.
"Damn you, Daziel… even unconscious you give me this kind of work…"
The heat emanating from his body, especially from that already well-known and still impressive bulge beneath her, was undeniable. The hexagram had been clear: "Stripping to the extreme brings renewal." Clothes, therefore, were an obstacle. With a sigh that was part weariness, part resignation, Fu Xuan's slender fingers went to the clasps of her own uniform. With each piece that fell to the cold stone floor, she felt more of the chill air on her skin, but the shame was tempered by urgency and a strange sense of déjà vu. She had undressed for him before, but never for such a bizarre purpose.
Soon, she was naked, her pale skin goose-fleshed. She looked at Daziel. His clothes would also need to be out of the way. With more practical movements than the first time, she undid what remained of his shirt. Then, her hands moved down, unfastening the waistband of his trousers with an almost mechanical efficiency, freeing the stiff, throbbing member.
It was… large. As always. Imposing. A stubborn blush warmed Fu Xuan's face, but it was more from the situation than the sight itself.
"By the Aeons… still an exaggeration." She shook her head, trying to focus. "Okay, Fu Xuan, for renewal. For the greater good. And for my sanity, let this be quick."
Taking another deep breath, she settled herself over him. Her thighs brushed against his hot skin. With a grimace of concentration, she positioned herself. Her hands rested on his broad shoulders. Slowly, with an uncomfortable familiarity, she began to lower herself.
A shiver ran through her body as his hot, wet tip touched her entrance. The thick head of Daziel's member forced its way in. It wasn't the sharp pain of the first time, but the stretching was still considerable, an intense pressure that made her hold her breath. She already knew that feeling of being filled to the limit by him. She gritted her teeth, a small moan more of effort than pain escaping her. His strong, musky scent, so characteristic, filled her nostrils, bringing with it a torrent of unwanted – and some not-so-unwanted – memories.
With stubborn determination, she pushed herself down, feeling him slide inside her. The friction was intense, but her body, even reluctantly, began to respond with a wetness that eased the process somewhat, mixing with his own precum.
Finally, with a last push and a gasp, she took him in as far as she felt comfortable, the most her body would allow at that moment. She sat there for a moment, panting, feeling his volume throbbing inside her, an overwhelming, but not entirely strange, presence. The heat from his wound and the feverish heat of that rock-hard member created an intense sensation in her core.
"Right… 'renewal'…" she muttered, her voice hoarse. "Now, the exercise."
With a grimace, she began the movement. Riding up and down on that shaft of flesh was hard work. Her delicate thighs began to burn, her abdominal and lower back muscles protesting. With each slow descent, he filled her deeply, the glans brushing a sensitive spot deep inside that made her shudder and let out small, involuntary gasps – gasps she tried to swallow, irritated by her own reaction. With each ascent, the feeling of vacuum and the friction of his exit were a constant reminder of the task.
"This… is taking too long…" she thought, sweat starting to bead on her forehead. She looked at Daziel's face. The demonic flush seemed to be diminishing, but very slowly. And that damn erection remained firm, pulsing inside her as if approving her efforts, which was even more irritating.
"Stubborn pervert…" she hissed, but continued the rhythmic pumping. Her hips moved in a forced, mechanical rhythm at first. The sounds were unavoidable: the dull thud of her wet flesh against his skin, the wet, slick sound — ploc, ploc, chap — as lubrication increased, making the movement smoother, but no less exhausting.
Minutes dragged on. Her movements, previously purely mechanical, began to find an almost hypnotic rhythm. The burning in her thighs persisted, but something else began to creep in. A numbness followed by a warmth that spread from the point of contact, rising up her spine. Each time she descended and he filled her completely, that sensitive spot deep inside was stimulated, sending shockwaves that weren't entirely unpleasant.
She tried to ignore it. It was the exhaustion, the bizarre situation. But her body had a memory. And his body, even unconscious, seemed to react subtly to her movements, the way he filled her seemed to… fit. A low groan escaped him, a guttural, almost animalistic sound that vibrated through her. And, to her horror, a part of her responded to it. A shiver ran down her skin, not from cold, but from… something else.
Her own breaths grew shorter, not just from exertion. A different kind of flush spread across her chest. The rhythm of her hips became a little less forced, a little more… instinctive. She caught herself leaning forward, her breasts brushing his chest, then arching her back slightly with each ascent, a movement that maximized the friction.
"No, no, no…" her mind screamed. "Focus, Fu Xuan! It's a bizarre medical procedure!" But her body seemed to have other ideas. That persistent heat, the way he filled her, the memory of other nights… began to erode her resistance. The constant rubbing, the depth, the volume… it was a potent combination her body knew all too well.
A small moan escaped her, this time not of pain or effort, but something closer to reluctant pleasure. She bit her lower lip hard, irritated with herself. But the feeling was there, an ember starting to ignite amidst the exhaustion. With each pump, the sensation intensified, a delicious tingling spreading through her thighs and up her belly. She was tired, sweaty, humiliated, but damn it, a part of her was starting to enjoy this.
"Damn it, Daziel… even like this you manage…"
Sweat now soaked her pink hair. Her entire body trembled, a mixture of exhaustion and a growing arousal she could no longer completely deny. Her breath came in short gasps, but now there was a panting, almost eager, tone to them.
As Fu Xuan continued her arduous task, now tinged by conflicting sensations in the real world...
Daziel's will was like a candle in the wind, desperately maintaining its faint light against the erosion of the viscous, icy pink energy.
Consciousness felt as if it were sinking into cold, slick mud.
A suffocating feeling gradually tightened around his core, every bit of resistance draining his dwindling mental strength.
The pink energy, with its nauseatingly sweet aura, attempted to completely dissolve and assimilate him, to make him a part of that Heliobus.
Just as Daziel felt his consciousness about to completely dissipate, to sink into this defiled abyss—
A clear, pleasant, yet undeniably majestic young woman's voice suddenly echoed in the depths of his consciousness space.
"You two, quite bold. Causing trouble in my territory, do you really think I don't exist?"
This voice was like a light piercing through chaos, instantly dispelling some of the suffocating pressure.
"Who?!"
Carnal's madly expanding pink aura abruptly froze, its sharp, piercing voice filled with shocked uncertainty.
"What divine being?!"
Hoolay's condensed black wolf shadow also stopped its silent roar, its deep consciousness waves carrying heavy vigilance.
A blurry figure, within Daziel's consciousness space, solidified from void to solid, slowly taking shape.
It was a young woman with gray, shoulder-length hair, her eyes as calm as an undisturbed lake, as if this consciousness battlefield, filled with madness and defilement, was merely her backyard garden for a leisurely stroll.
She casually lifted a slender finger and gently tapped the shoulder of the illusory Daziel.
The movement was light and effortless, without a hint of worldly power.
However, the surging torrent of pink energy that had been about to completely engulf Daziel, as if encountering its absolute nemesis, instantly dissipated, vanishing without a trace!
Daziel's consciousness abruptly lightened, gaining a precious moment of respite.
He stared somewhat blankly at the gray-haired young woman who had suddenly appeared.
This face… this figure…
It was clearly… clearly the Honkai: Star Rail's other protagonist—Stelle!
How could it be her?!
In a world where Qiong (Daziel's original Chinese name) exists, why would Stelle also appear?
Carnal let out an incredulous, sharp shriek: "Impossible?! My power… how could it be so easily…"
Its proud, ever-victorious power of erosion and bewitchment, capable of easily twisting minds and amplifying desires, was today like child's play before this young woman.
This plunged it into unprecedented fury and a sliver of fear.
Even someone as strong as Hoolay couldn't do this!
Stelle's calm, golden eyes indifferently swept over Carnal's and Hoolay's energy aggregates.
"In this consciousness space, I am the rules, the concept itself."
Her voice was flat, yet carried the absolute certainty of stating a fact.
"You two impurities from the outside, it's best if you obediently accept your fate."
Before her words faded, Stelle once again extended her finger, lightly swiping at the void.
As if obeying some supreme law, countless shimmering, intangible chains materialized out of thin air, accurately winding towards Carnal's pink light mass and Hoolay's black wolf shadow.
Carnal shrieked, desperately releasing an even denser pink mist, trying to corrode and interfere with those chains.
Hoolay roared, condensing an even deeper crimson energy, its wolf mouth spewing destructive black light beams, bombarding the approaching restraints.
However, all their resistance, before those chains imbued with the laws of space, seemed so pale and futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, an ant trying to shake a tree—merely a useless struggle.
The chains tightened layer by layer.
Carnal's and Hoolay's energy forms violently twisted and compressed under the irresistible force, emitting curses filled with unwillingness and venom, and desperate howls.
Finally, accompanied by intense spatial ripples, their energy bodies were completely compressed into two tiny points of light, then dragged away by the chains, vanishing utterly from this consciousness space.
As if they had never appeared.
Daziel's consciousness was still somewhat dazed.
He stared blankly at the void: "They… where did you send them?"
Stelle retracted her finger, her posture still casual, her tone as flat as if discussing a trivial matter.
"Sent them into your Aether Coin, just right to feed Phantylia as a snack."
"As for this troublesome heart," Stelle's gaze shifted to the core of Daziel's consciousness, where the previously raging energy fluctuations had completely subsided, "I also handled it along the way, adjusted its frequency. Now it will no longer have any rejection reaction with your body."
Daziel could clearly feel that the burning pain, madness, and destructive impulses originating from that fused heart, which had been entrenched deep within his consciousness, had vanished, and his mind was clearer than ever before.
He collected himself and spoke to the gray-haired young woman before him, his emotions somewhat complicated: "Tha… Thank you for your help. But… why… why did you appear in my consciousness space? And, your appearance…"
Stelle, hearing this, the corner of her calm mouth curled into a very faint, almost teasing arc.
"Previously, you'd curse me in your heart every day, calling me a deceptive, lousy system, saying I do things similar to a certain white-haired creature selling contracts. Now you're pretending not to know me?"
"Oh, right, you also strongly requested I change how I address you, not allowing me to call you Host, insisting I call you Master…"
Like a bolt from the blue!
Daziel's consciousness body trembled violently, a huge sense of disbelief impacting his cognition.
"No… Wait… You're… the system?!"
"Why do you look like 'Stelle'?! You… how did you become my system?!"
This subversive fact was even more chaotic and harder to accept than encountering Carnal!
His own system was actually another "himself"?
Or rather, a being with the appearance of another Trailblazer?
Stelle crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly, her gray hair swaying gently with the movement, her eyes showing a hint of matter-of-factness.
"Well, according to procedure, this is still a forbidden item to explain… Oh, my Master."
"When the time comes, you will naturally understand all the causes and effects."
She even winked playfully, a hint of slyness seemingly hidden in the depths of her calm eyes.
Daziel frowned tightly, a strong sense of incongruity and distrust welling up in his heart: "Playing riddles again?!"
"Why should I believe you? Something that suddenly appears, claims to be my system, and has this face, staying in my head all day, who knows if you have other intentions?!"
He couldn't easily trust this mysterious, powerful, and extremely bizarre "system girl."
Stelle spread her hands, her expression appearing somewhat innocent, even carrying a hint of imperceptible grievance.
"Mmm… It seems… there really isn't any way to make you believe me immediately."
"How about this,"
Her tone suddenly changed.
Her figure, without warning, pressed close, almost face to face with Daziel's consciousness body.
Warm…
No, it was a cool breath carrying a strange energy that brushed past Daziel's consciousness.
"The two of us, let's just 'deeply communicate' once, wouldn't that be fine?"
Daziel's consciousness suddenly recoiled, his vigilance raised to the extreme.
"No! What's wrong with you again?! Why are you begging me to do this kind of thing?!"
This divine development was too bizarre, too strange.
He even began to suspect that what he was seeing was a lingering illusion from Carnal before it dissipated, a final means to tempt him!
Stelle's expression instantly became somewhat resentful, as if greatly misunderstood.
"I am your 'inner world' system. One 'person'… Mmm, one system, staying in this consciousness space all day, it's very boring, you know?"
"Usually, apart from playing with some small toys myself, there's no other way to relieve the loneliness. Now that you've finally entered in person, what's wrong with me draining you once? Anyway, in here, your consciousness body's stamina is infinite, and the volume is infinite, isn't that okay?"
Her tone was so matter-of-fact, so righteous, as if discussing how the weather was today.
Daziel felt his worldview being ruthlessly shattered and reshaped by this "system."
"No… That's not… That's not the point at all! The point is, this is too weird! Me and a… in a sense, a counterpart… Isn't this the legendary Narcissus plot?! I refuse!"
Stelle chuckled softly.
The laughter was crisp, yet it sent a chill down Daziel's spine.
Her eyes, though still calm, now held an unquestionable, absolute will.
"Master, you seem to have forgotten what I just said?"
"Although this is your consciousness space, theoretically belonging to you…"
"But in reality, right now, I'm in charge here, you know."
As soon as her words fell.
Daziel discovered in horror that his consciousness body had completely, utterly lost control!
He couldn't move an inch, couldn't make any act of resistance, couldn't even effectively transmit a single thought.
He could only watch helplessly, like a bystander, as his "body" was once again pressed against by Stelle.
A cool yet strangely energy-filled touch instantly spread to every corner of his consciousness body.
"…"
Stelle's slender fingers lightly traced the outline of his consciousness body, her movements carrying a researcher's focus, and an undisguised, playful smile.
"Relax, Master. Anyway, you're not losing out, you might even experience an unprecedented sensation. Don't complain when you're getting the good end of the deal."
Daziel's mind was screaming wildly, yet he couldn't make a sound.
No… Don't—!
I'm really going to be screwed by my own system…
What the hell is this!!!
Daziel felt his body completely controlled and overwhelmed by a strange sensation.
Meanwhile, in the real world.
Fu Xuan was practically collapsed limply on the cold ground, her delicate body drenched in fragrant sweat, her chest heaving violently, panting heavily. A fine sheen of her own fluids mixed with sweat and his precum covered her inner thighs and belly, glistening in the dim light.
She lifted her arm, wiping the ceaseless beads of sweat from her brow with her sleeve.
Looking at Daziel, who was still lying on the ground without any sign of waking, his face slightly less flushed but a certain part of his body still impressively robust and showing no signs of wilting, her anger flared, mixed with deep exhaustion and a pang of frustration at her own body's reaction.
"No… This damn thing is so big, and there's still no reaction at all?! I… I'm about to collapse from exhaustion! How many squats have I done!" And how many lewd little moans did I let out unintentionally, she added mentally, flushing furiously.
She felt as if her legs were filled with lead, trembling so much she could barely stand.
Her slender waist was so sore it felt like it would snap at any moment. Her inner muscles also throbbed, a persistent reminder of the volume that had filled her and the incessant friction.
"Aiyo… This is really going to be the death of me…"
Fu Xuan grumbled, feebly beating her aching lower back with her small hand.
Just then, her peripheral vision keenly caught a slight movement in the corner.
Huohuo and Hanya, who had been huddled in the corner, trembling from the previous battle and Daziel's strange condition, had at some point stopped shaking and were now wide-eyed, with a mixture of timidity, shyness, and unconcealable curiosity and inquiry, secretly peeking in this direction.
Fu Xuan's willow-like eyebrows instantly shot up, a wave of fire rising amidst her exhaustion.
"Well, I'll be! You two little girls!"
"Enjoying the live show, are we?"
"Still not coming over to help! Are you trying to work me to death?! And embarrass me to death!"
Her voice was somewhat hoarse from extreme fatigue, but the Master Diviner's authority was in no way diminished.
Huohuo was startled by this sudden rebuke, her small face flushing crimson sound of something happening quickly as she subconsciously hugged her tail tighter, shrinking back further, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Ah…? L-Lady Fu Xuan… Us two?"
Hanya, standing beside her, was relatively calmer, but she couldn't hide the unnatural blush on her face.
Her eyes darted about, not daring to look directly at Fu Xuan or Daziel, especially not at the area where Fu Xuan had been so intimately connected to him.
She bowed slightly, her tone hesitant: "Master Diviner, this… this is probably… not in accordance with etiquette, is it?"
Although things had already happened by mistake, asking the two of them, who hadn't established a relationship with Daziel… to do that kind of thing, was truly… too embarrassing.
Fu Xuan shot them an exasperated glare, too tired to care about her image at this point.
"Stop talking nonsense! Don't give me that etiquette crap!"
"I've personally taken the field and tired myself out like this, rubbing what I shouldn't, what are you two still fidgeting about?"
"Besides!"
Fu Xuan's voice rose a few decibels, tinged with a sense of 'hating iron for not becoming steel.'
"It's not like you two haven't… Ahem, it's not like you two haven't had contact with him! You didn't contribute much during the battle earlier, and now you're unwilling to lend a hand at this critical moment. Are you planning to slack off until this whole thing is over?!"
Fu Xuan's words were blunt and sharp, merciless.
Hanya was rendered speechless, her delicate face a mixture of red and white.
She hesitated and struggled for a moment, feeling Fu Xuan's unquestionable gaze, and finally sighed softly, nodding.
"…Understood, Master Diviner."
"Huohuo, let's go over."
She reached out and pulled Huohuo, who was still hesitating and almost burying her face in her tail.
Seeing Hanya and Huohuo finally stop refusing and agree to take over this "ordeal," Fu Xuan let out a long sigh of relief, as if granted amnesty.
She practically scrambled off Daziel with her hands and feet, looking disheveled, almost slipping on her own fluids and his as she dismounted, and nearly rolling onto the empty space beside him.
Then, this usually dignified and omniscient Master Diviner, now completely without regard for her image, sat down with a plop on the cold, hard ground, her arms hanging limply, panting heavily, so tired she didn't want to move even a single toe. Her naked body was covered in sweat and evidence of her "work," and she felt an uncomfortable stickiness between her legs. But beneath the exhaustion and humiliation, there was a small, stubborn, and irritating thrum of residual pleasure she was trying very hard to ignore.
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