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Uathach yawned a little, tears welling in her eyes. "Lily, you seem very sleepy. How about we call it a night?"
Artoria, eager for the girl to leave, immediately nodded, "Go on, it's late now, and I should be getting some rest too." Being interrogated by Asher's sister about all sorts of random things was no less than a public execution for Artoria. Now, hearing that the other party was leaving, she was naturally overjoyed. If she didn't feel a little guilty towards Uathach, Artoria would have already kicked out this person who kept asking her "What does it feel like to kiss Ash?" from her room.
"I'll come find you again tomorrow." Artoria had just let out a sigh of relief when she heard this, and her expression gradually froze again. Wouldn't you learn more by asking Royal Sister about this kind of thing?!
Why do you have to ask me?! Artoria, in a rare moment, wanted to angrily say this to Uathach, but she held back.
No, I absolutely cannot tell Uathach about Royal Sister and Ash. I can't be a double-crosser!
"Oh, right, the antidote..." Uathach clapped her hands, walked back to Artoria, and picked up the antidote Asher had just brought. "Ash specially brought this for you, right? Why don't you drink it now?" Seeing the girl who looked like "if you don't drink it, I won't leave," Artoria silently opened the bottle and took the antidote.
"Mm, that's good. Then I'll go find Ash now. See you tomorrow." Uathach waved with a smile and left the room. Watching the graceful figure disappear behind the closed door, Artoria quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
What was Asher's sister thinking? She insisted on interrogating her about what she had done with Ash before, relentlessly digging for answers, looking curious and eager to learn, even having a faint green glow in her eyes as she listened... She was truly a strange child.
Thinking of this, Artoria lowered her head slightly, instantly becoming a little dejected. In the end, she still couldn't do anything to Ash... Even though she had made such a huge decision. What exactly was Ash thinking? It couldn't be just because she was too young, but rather...
Artoria looked down at her still slowly developing chest, and sighed softly. It must be because Ash is a big-boob fetishist, right? The golden glow in her eyes gradually faded, and the sacred blue eye color reappeared in Artoria's eyes. The effect of the antidote had fully activated at this moment. Artoria's gaze was slightly dazed for a moment, and she covered her forehead.
"What did I do?" she suddenly muttered to herself.
Slowly, recalling everything that had happened throughout the day, and finally that conversation with Uathach that was no less than a public execution, Artoria's cheeks gradually turned red, and she silently covered her face. Why did I tie Ash up?! And said those kinds of things to him... How can I face him after this?!
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"That's strange, why isn't Ash in his room? Is he still training this late?" Uathach arrived at Asher's room and knocked on his door, but there was no sound of it opening.
"Is he asleep?" She pressed her ear against Asher's door, trying to hear any movement inside. There was no sound at all, not even the slightest hint of breathing during sleep, which meant Asher wasn't in the room. It was so late, he shouldn't be at the training ground either, right?
Besides, it was still raining.
Uathach thought to herself, then looked back at the rain outside, which had grown heavier without her noticing.
The pattering of raindrops sounded in her ears, mingled with the occasional gust of wind. Uathach brushed back a strand of hair from her ear, her purple eyes flickering slightly. "Could he still be in Mom's room?" She had seen this happen before. Sometimes Ash would go to chat with Mom at night and accidentally fall asleep in Mom's room.
I'll just sneak a peek. Uathach looked left and right, confirmed no one was around, then slightly lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of slender legs. Her fair feet were encased in light-colored sandals. She stepped onto the slightly damp floor, intending to brave the rain and leave the palace to find a suitable vantage point for peeking from outside. But just as she was about to step out, Uathach paused again. Come to think of it, do I really need to sneak around outside? It's probably fine if I go chat with Mom, right? Thinking this, Uathach released her grip on her skirt and walked along the corridor towards Scathach's room.
Knock knock. Uathach knocked on the door. But there was no response from inside the room. Uathach's eyes showed a hint of confusion. Is Mom not in her room either?
Knock knock knock. Uathach knocked on the door again.
"Who is it...?" A woman's slightly breathless voice came from inside.
"Mom, is Ash with you?" Uathach said, trying to push the door open, but found it was locked from the inside.
"He... he's not here..." For some reason, Uathach felt that her mother seemed to be suppressing her emotions, and her eyes grew even more suspicious.
"Can you open the door, Mom?" Uathach asked.
"Sorry, I'm a bit busy right now... If it's nothing important, wait until tomorrowmm~" Scathach's voice suddenly cut off. "Let's talk tomorrow," she said a moment later, her voice back to its usual calm.
"But what about Ash? Will something happen to him?" Uathach grumbled.
"No... he... he's fine," Scathach said. "Trust me, you go back and rest." Uathach's eyes grew even more suspicious. She stared intently at the closed door, recalling the scene she had witnessed that night before.
Looking at the tightly shut door, a thoughtful expression appeared on her face. After humming an "mm," she left the doorway.
Listening to her daughter's footsteps gradually fade away, inside the room, the high and mighty Queen supported herself against the wall, her hair somewhat disheveled. She turned to stare at the young man behind her, feeling the hands on her slender waist begin to wander restlessly again. For the first time, a look of lingering fear appeared on her face.
"If your sister finds out, what do you think will happen?"
Scathach asked in a low voice, with a hint of reproach.
"It wasn't me who started it just now..." Asher mumbled.
"Shishou was the one who shifted back."
"You started it, you foolish disciple!" Scathach repeated.
"Alright... then let's say I started it," Asher could only reply under Scathach's threatening gaze. What else could he do? Argue with his Shishou? That would just be asking for trouble. But since his Shishou had said so... then he'd be the one to start. Asher's hand covered Scathach's, and he lowered his head slightly, gently nibbling on his Shishou's earlobe. A muffled sound once again filled the room.
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By the time it ended, night had fallen. Asher changed his clothes, his steps unsteady as he walked out of the room.
Behind him, Scathach gazed at her disciple, her eyes filled with a teasing glint. My disciple still needs more training. But this time was truly close; Uathach almost discovered them. Scathach thought of this and shook her head again. She put on a thin white coat, her legs exposed, her fair skin perfectly visible in the darkness.
To do such a thing with her disciple when her daughter was here, it seemed her own mindset was changing... No, this was just to confirm what kind of new magic her disciple had absorbed from the branch, as he claimed.
From the intimate physical contact just now, it seems it is indeed related to that person? That co-originating being whose concept is intertwined with her own...
Was this a good thing or a bad thing? Scathach turned to look out the window. The rain outside had started to fall heavily again. The window rattled in the strong wind, and the rainwater blurred the view outside, making it unclear to see from inside. Swish! At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly flitted past her eyes. Scathach instantly stood up abruptly and quickly walked to the window.
She opened the door and suddenly froze. A purple-haired girl in a dress was struggling to climb onto the window sill. As if feeling a figure covering her, she looked up, and an embarrassed smile immediately appeared on her face. She raised her hand and gently waved. "I couldn't sleep well tonight, so I wanted to come and sleep with Mom."
Scathach looked silently at her daughter, who was soaked like a drowned rat, and pulled her down from the window sill into the room. Then she took out a towel to help wipe her wet hair.
"Didn't I tell you to go back and rest properly? Why did you suddenly think of climbing through the window?"
"Because I felt like Mom wouldn't open the door if I knocked, so I wanted to sneak in and find you." Uathach said, her eyes brightly scanning the surroundings. She sniffed her nose and said with some excitement, "I feel like I smell Ash's scent."
Scathach's wiping motion paused slightly, then quickly returned to normal. "Your brother was in my room earlier, but then he went out to train. He's probably back in his room by now."
"Is that so?" Uathach buried her head, looking at the corner of her mother's outfit, which was only a coat, and the long, shapely legs beneath it. Her perfect figure was naturally presented before her. She looked up, and her mother's face seemed to carry a mature charm she hadn't possessed before, with a faint lingering blush. Even she couldn't help but feel a little flutter in her heart.
"Mom seems more mature than before," Uathach said softly, curiously observing her surroundings. The leotard was casually placed at the head of the bed, the bedding was somewhat disheveled, and Scathach's smooth, long hair seemed a little messy.
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's normal to mature, isn't it? You'll also become very mature when you grow up," Scathach said, rubbing her daughter's hair through the towel, subtly changing the subject. "It's late at night. Why did you suddenly climb in? Is there something urgent?"
"Nothing much, I just felt a little restless, so I wanted to come and sleep with Mom," Uathach said, hugging
Scathach's soft body and looking up. "Can I, Mom?"
Scathach's eyes held indulgence. "You specifically climbed into the room, I can't possibly kick you out again, can I?"
"Actually, I initially wanted to climb into Ash's room, but then I thought he might not be there, so I decided against it," Uathach said with a hint of cunning in her smile.
"He should be back by now," Scathach said, taking off her
coat and putting on a thin nightgown, then looked back at her daughter. "Then let's sleep together tonight."
"Mom is the best!" Uathach threw herself into Scathach's embrace, but a hint of excitement showed in her eyes.
Lying down in the covers with Scathach, hugging the woman's soft body, Uathach suddenly said, "Mom, next time let Ash come and sleep with us too."
Scathach's eyelid twitched slightly, and she said calmly,
"What nonsense are you talking about? Did the rain just now make you silly?" Uathach just smiled and said nothing more. Her fair, small face rubbed gently against Scathach's full, soft chest. She whispered, "I don't think Ash would mind. He likes you very much."
"Stop talking nonsense and go to sleep," Scathach said. For some reason, battles with enemies had never made Scathach feel such panic, but at this moment, hearing her daughter's words, she felt a vague unease in her heart.
Could Uathach have guessed something? But she clearly hadn't exposed anything...
"It's nothing. Ash is still young. When he gets older, he won't be able to sleep with you anymore," Uathach said, holding Scathach's arm, her legs slightly bent, her left leg perfectly clasped between Scathach's legs. She treated her mother like a body pillow.
Ash is still young...?
Hearing her daughter's words, Scathach's expression became slightly dazed. Thinking about it, she had previously shown disdain and anger towards that "lolicon" woman, yet she herself had done the same thing... and more than once.
No... her disciple had already transformed from a boy into a man. Before she even made a move, Morgan had already turned him into a man. That's right, she and Morgan were different, fundamentally different.
Just as Scathach was still pondering these thoughts, Uathach looked up at her mother's face, a faint smile on her lips. "Goodnight, Mom," she said, then closed her eyes.
Scathach lowered her eyelids, looking at her daughter's sleeping face, her thoughts returning to reality.
I shouldn't have been discovered... probably.
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A cold wind swept furiously through the corridor. In the sky, lightning flashed and vanished in an instant, and dense rain hammered the ground. Asher tightened his collar and quickly walked through the corridor to his room. The eventful day had left him very tired. He didn't know if it was because people who exercised regularly had good physiques, or for some personal reason of his Shishou's, but one night had already left Asher feeling a bit overwhelmed. It was still fine now; Asher was young and had the blessing of the White Dragon's body, but if it was like this every day after they got together... anyone would collapse.
Asher opened his room door. The sheer curtains fluttered continuously in the wind, and cold air blew into the room through the window gaps, making a devilish howling sound that was clearly audible in the darkness. Strange, didn't I close the window during the day? A hint of confusion appeared in Asher's eyes. He walked forward and closed the window.
The floor was already soaking wet from the rain. "I'll clean it up tomorrow..." Tonight had already made Asher tired enough; he really didn't have the energy to clean the floor now. He changed his clothes and climbed into bed.
A day's worth of sleepiness instantly washed over him. Asher closed his eyes, about to fall asleep, but then he felt his clothes being gently tugged. Hm?! Asher suddenly woke up, abruptly throwing off the covers. Guinevere, wearing a nightgown, was lying on her side in the bed.
Because she was curled up, a large expanse of fair skin on her legs was exposed from beneath her nightgown. She looked up at Asher, then suddenly reached out and hugged his arm, her substantial chest naturally pressing against him.
"Arthur, help me..." Her voice was very soft, as if she was sobbing, and her body was trembling slightly.
It was only then that Asher realized she seemed to be afraid of something. Her whole body was shaking, and her usual gentle demeanor had completely vanished.
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