As evening fell, Qianran pulled Juzi into his room.
Juzi, with her beauty and charm, had been testing Qianran's patience for days. But now, with Xu Tianran just in the next room, the idea of claiming Juzi in such proximity to the Crown Prince made Qianran's heart race.
The thought of Xu Tianran, the powerful and cunning prince, being forced to hear or imagine what was happening next door filled Qianran with a sense of twisted satisfaction.
Especially since Xu Tianran wasn't just any prince—he was a ruthless schemer, leagues apart from the average royal.
Juzi, feeling a looming sense of vulnerability, voiced her resistance, though her actions showed little intent to fight back. When Qianran pulled her into his room, she yielded to him with only the faintest of protests.
She knew Qianran wasn't the type of man to lack female company. As much as she valued herself, Juzi understood that women as beautiful as her were not scarce in this world. Men like Qianran, however, were exceedingly rare.
Besides, Keke and Nana were completely devoted to him. If she held herself back too much, she feared Qianran might lose interest.
Especially here, in Xu Tianran's residence, Juzi felt utterly unsafe.
After taking a bath, Juzi lay shyly on the bed.
Her delicate black-stockinged legs peeked out from under the covers, drawing Qianran's gaze.
Juzi's figure was truly exquisite, and her side-lying position accentuated her curves. Her petite yet rounded hips were especially enticing, a detail Qianran found utterly irresistible.
For Qianran, a woman's upper body wasn't of primary concern—whether ample or modest was fine, as long as it wasn't completely flat.
Qianran wasn't exclusively drawn to youthful innocence or mature allure. However, a woman without shapely hips simply couldn't capture his attention. Without a curvaceous figure, how was she any different from a man?
Grinning wickedly, Qianran climbed onto the bed. Just as he reached out to touch Juzi, she spoke in a trembling voice.
"Don't go too far."
Her voice carried a quiver of fear. Juzi had heard stories from Keke about Qianran's peculiar preferences, which left her both nervous and bewildered.
She couldn't fathom why Keke would allow Qianran to indulge in such peculiar whims or even participate in those outrageous acts. Juzi wasn't ready for anything like that yet.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Qianran chuckled, his tone light. He wasn't a brute, after all. Even with Nana and the others, Qianran had always been respectful during their first encounters. He certainly wouldn't impose anything too wild on Juzi now.
Though Qianran had a playful side, inspired by countless films from his previous life, he prided himself on being a considerate partner. He would never harm the women he cherished, unlike some of the harsher scenarios he had seen depicted in those movies.
With his own healing abilities, Qianran could afford to indulge a little, knowing he could always mend what might otherwise cause lasting harm.
"Hmph." Juzi buried her face deep into the covers, shutting her eyes tightly, too embarrassed to meet Qianran's gaze.
At first, she wasn't nervous, but Qianran's intense stare—combined with his hesitation to act—left her feeling flustered.
Qianran reached out, his large hand resting lightly on her rounded calf, stroking gently. As he lifted her slender, stocking-clad leg, he took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her freshly bathed skin.
Juzi's natural fragrance mingled with the faint aroma of her body wash, creating an intoxicating blend that left Qianran utterly captivated.
Juzi clenched her eyes shut, biting her rosy lips, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly, her breathing quickened, and her heart raced like a frightened deer. She felt both shy and nervous.
The sensation of Qianran holding and sniffing her foot and calf was almost too much to bear.
Thank goodness she had just bathed and changed into new stockings—otherwise, she might have been utterly mortified.
For Juzi, this level of intimacy was far more embarrassing than any kiss they had shared before.
Qianran relished her shyness, taking his time to enjoy the moment. Juzi's soft, fragrant body, clad in silky black stockings, was an irresistible temptation he couldn't pass up.
She was still a maiden tonight, but by morning, that would change.
Qianran wanted to savor her bashful innocence a little longer.
He had learned that once these once-shy maidens became his women, their initial timidity quickly gave way to boldness. To capture his attention, they would come up with increasingly inventive ways to stand out, often leaving Qianran both amused and impressed.
This wasn't entirely their fault—Qianran's playful tendencies encouraged their transformation. Even the most reserved women became seasoned experts in his company after a month. With just a glance, they could tell what mood Qianran was in and adjust their behavior accordingly. That initial shyness, however, was never recaptured.
That was why Qianran sometimes sought out new experiences. He had a deep appreciation for the unguarded charm of a woman's bashfulness.
Juzi's current flustered and awkward demeanor was exactly what Qianran found irresistible.
"Qianran, hurry up… Stop teasing me," Juzi finally pleaded after ten minutes of enduring his mischief. Those ten minutes had felt like an eternity to her.
Though not typically a shy woman, Juzi found Qianran's antics hard to handle. Most women's first nights were conducted in the dead of night, with the lights out or candles extinguished to ease their discomfort and allow them to gradually adapt.
But Qianran? Turning off the lights? What was the point if he couldn't see anything?
"Hurry up with what?" Qianran smirked, yanking the covers off Juzi's face and staring at her with a mischievous grin.
He flipped her over, straddling her waist, and pinned her wrists above her head with both hands.
Juzi, wearing a silky camisole nightgown, lay beneath him, her neckline forming a tempting curve. Her damp hair still carried a hint of steam from her bath, and her flushed face and half-closed eyes exuded an alluring mix of bashfulness and desire.
"You need to ask? Don't you already know?" Juzi replied, her voice soft and trembling. As her shyness gave way to acceptance, she gazed into Qianran's handsome face, her heart brimming with affection.
Trapped beneath him, her hands restrained, Juzi felt both helpless and utterly safe.
"Juzi, I love you," Qianran said, his voice filled with emotion. At this moment, his feelings for her were undeniably genuine.
"Qianran… My husband… I love you too… Take me," Juzi whispered, her crimson lips parting as her breath quickened.
"Alright."
Without hesitation, Qianran leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
His thoughts momentarily wandered to how fortunate he was to live in this fantastical world. Here, women like Juzi didn't rely on makeup to enhance their natural beauty. Their radiance was pure, unmarred by artificial embellishments.
Life in this world, with its abundant energy and unparalleled allure, was truly a blessing.
System Notification:
Congratulations, Host, on acquiring the soul skills [Angel Clone] and [Solar Angel].
[Angel Clone]: The radiant golden glow splits into nine ethereal figures, weaving through the air to unleash searing solar flames combined with angelic energy from various angles to overwhelm enemies.
[Solar Angel]: The Angel martial soul transforms into a colossal fiery apparition, radiating the power of true solar flames. The energy coalesces into a towering angelic form with the destructive force to annihilate all in its path.
(Chapter End)