How... utterly preposterous!
Jingliu realized it too, cursing inwardly!
The swordswoman leaned against the wall, her blindfold half-fallen, hanging crookedly on her high, delicate nose, revealing a single blood-red eye that rippled with an unusual light.
Which master of the sword, having achieved any level of mastery, was not a person of solitary pride?
Jingliu's sword-heart was clear and her will was tough as iron. A lofty pride was etched into her very bones.
If it were only for herself, she would rather die than voluntarily participate in such a "humiliating" game of chase.
However, when she saw the Pink Elf™ kneel, her heart skipped a beat.
She understood that Elysia was not doing this for herself either, but... to cure her.
Jingliu understood just how much psychological pressure one had to endure to do such a thing.
Seeing this, how could Jingliu's heart not be moved?
Even the most solid ice would melt.
Moreover, the two of them were "fellow sufferers in the same boat," both branded with the three glowing points of the "Star Ring."
With this, Jingliu's heart could no longer be at peace.
How could Jingliu stand by and watch Elysia suffer to save her, while she did nothing?
However, if Jingliu didn't move, she could do nothing; if she moved, she would be playing right into Ye Feng's hands.
It was a dilemma just like the saying, "If I put down my sword, I cannot protect you; if I hold my sword, I cannot embrace you."
Watching the pensive swordswoman and the pink elf, the corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled into a smug arc.
As expected, games were only fun with more people.
Elysia knelt on the ground, her fair knees visibly reddening. She bit her cherry lip, looking at Ye Feng with a face full of resentment.
"Mister Ye Feng, how could you be... so cruel."
Her tone, a mix of coyness and reproach, was like the playful bickering between lovers.
But the Pink Elf™ was genuinely displeased. She always spoke this way; even when angry, she gave people a feeling as pleasant as a spring breeze.
Ye Feng said seriously, "Does Elly want me to go easy on you?"
"..."
Is your idea of 'going easy' even proper?
Suppressing the urge to ask this question, Elysia knelt on the floor, looking up at Ye Feng with a forlorn gaze. Her cherry lips parted slightly.
"...You've drugged us. Our limbs are weak, our bodies are as limp as mud. How could we possibly..."
Elysia glanced shyly at Ye Feng's forearm, her voice bashful. "How could we possibly... catch up to Mister Ye Feng..."
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, pleased. "My dear Elly is a quick study, already thinking about how to win. This enthusiasm for participating in the game is worthy of praise. But Master, on the other hand, is still just watching coldly, not moving an inch. Points deducted!"
"Mmm~~~Nngh—!"
Jingliu's body suddenly tensed, and a coquettish gasp escaped her throat uncontrollably.
Her feet pushed down, her five toes desperately gripping the ground, while her chin tilted up so sharply it almost formed a 180-degree arc of snow-white skin.
Sweat poured down her entire body like rain.
"Mister Ye Feng... please don't bully your master..."
"Hiss~~"
Hearing Elysia's words, Ye Feng couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath. He slowly walked over to Elysia and stroked her smooth cheek with his forearm.
Elysia tilted her face up, subconsciously holding her breath.
Her soft pink hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, its curly ends falling onto her calves.
"My dear Elly, you truly are an elf."
This 'elf' was not the same as the other 'elf'.
Ye Feng looked down at her from above.
Elysia was propped up on the ground, supported by her limbs. Her milky-white knees were on the floor, and the hips wrapped in her deep-blue pleated skirt were slightly raised, their full curve like a ripe crescent moon.
Even from the front, and not from behind... one could clearly sense that her waist-to-hip curve was of that alluring type, promising an easy birth.
Ye Feng said, "However, if Elly is truly so concerned about my Master, you can save her yourself instead of pleading with me."
"Mmph..."
Elysia pressed her cherry lips together tightly, her eyes growing even more moist.
She finally began to move forward slowly. Her pink hair slid from her rounded shoulders, and as her body moved, her white stockings rubbed against the floor, making a barely audible rustling sound.
The hardest part is always the first step.
Every beginning is difficult, after all.
Once Elysia knelt, the rest of the game was merely a matter of upping the ante.
Now, Elysia was moving.
Her fair palms pressed against the dark, hard floor as she crawled toward Ye Feng like a puppy. Her tight clothes rippled with her movements like a water-filled balloon.
She was very close to Ye Feng, no more than a meter away, as if she could reach him just by looking up.
But it was also very far. For every inch Elysia moved forward, Ye Feng took a step back, always maintaining their relative distance.
He was leading her in circles, like walking a dog, luring her with "food."
From Jingliu's perspective, Elysia at this moment looked exactly like a greedy and hungry little white dog, desperately chasing after its food...
But Jingliu knew that wasn't the case.
She understood what Elysia was thinking. Since it had come to this, rather than both of them suffering, it was better for her to bear it alone.
Elly is trying to save me!
Jingliu closed her eyes, unable to bear watching Elysia's wretched state any longer.
In reality, Elysia was indeed in a wretched state.
She was already weak from the poison.
Now, she had to endure intense discomfort and continuously press forward...
The Pink Elf™ finally collapsed from exhaustion, her entire body drenched in sweat, steaming with a sensual heat in the winter air.
Old Ye looked at Elysia, who had fallen to the ground in a posture of utter defeat, her knees chafed raw and red.
He cheered her on, "You're so close! Elly, don't give up! As long as you keep moving forward, the road will stretch on forever!"
"..."
Elysia couldn't help but lift her watery gaze, looking up at Ye Feng's profile. Her lovely cherry lips, glistening brightly, puffed out her fair cheeks.
She was "gravely poisoned" and had been chasing for so long; she no longer had the strength to speak.
There was only the chaotic sound of her breathing.
Elly stopped to rest and recover her strength.
Seeing this, Ye Feng seemed unable to bear it. He no longer retreated but advanced, coming before Elysia again. He rubbed her head with his thick forearm; the Pink Elf's hair was very soft and smooth, and it felt extremely comfortable to the touch.
Ye Feng looked at Jingliu, who was leaning against the wall. "Master, Elly is working very hard for your sake. Don't you have anything to say?"
"...Jingliu,"
Elysia spoke. She didn't know when she had dropped the "Miss."
Their relationship seemed to have taken another step forward.
Elysia said, "...It's okay... Don't blame yourself... This is the path I chose myself... If you feel ashamed too... then wouldn't that be playing right into Mister Ye Feng's hands?"