Apocalypse Storage Queen: Everything I Need Is in My Space-Chapter 78: Proposal

"Ahmm..." Bennett squirmed, feeling someone shaking her. A bit of drool slid down the corner of her lips as she mumbled in her sleep.

"Who..." she muttered, shaking the hand off her arm.

"Dear, wake up. It’s breakfast time," a sensual voice whispered right into her ear.

Bennett’s eyes snapped open, shock flooding her body.

"Ehh—!" She yelped, sitting bolt upright, her gaze locking on a pair of crimson eyes. Her frown deepened instantly as she spotted Olivia lying casually on the bed beside her, half her face hidden by a curtain of vivid red hair.

"What are you doing in my room, no, wait, what are you doing in my estate?!"

"Where would I be if not here?" Olivia tilted her head, looking genuinely confused.

"The hell..." Bennett muttered, her ears burning red as her gaze unwillingly trailed over Olivia’s figure.

Dressed in thin silk pajamas, one strap hung loose over her shoulder, offering a tantalizing glimpse of smooth skin beneath.

Her throat tightened. She gulped hard and instantly jumped off the bed, putting as much distance between them as she could.

"W–w–w–what are you wearing?!" Bennett stammered, her cheeks flushing furiously.

"Sigh..." Olivia rose gracefully from the bed, her bare feet touching the floor. As she stood, the loose strap of her silk dress slipped further, baring more of her cleavage.

"S–stop, cover yourself!" Bennett blurted in alarm, her body instinctively cloaked in a blue aura.

"Tick." With a flick of her finger, Olivia’s lips curved into a sensual smile. "Don’t, dear."

Bennett froze. Her breath caught in her throat as the realization sank in—her mana, her aura, all of it, suddenly blocked.

"Now," Olivia said softly, eyes glittering with mischief, "I’m wearing the clothes I should wear for you."

Bennett’s chest tightened. Something felt... wrong. She looked down, her breath hitched, eyes widening in shock.

Her masculine frame was gone. Instead, her true feminine body had been revealed.

Her hands clenched into trembling fists, and she glared at Olivia with flushed cheeks. "Did you... do this?"

"Of course," Olivia purred, her crimson eyes gleaming. "Now... let me come closer to you."

Bennett huffed, forcing her gaze away. "I’m going to wash up," she muttered, turning toward the bathroom.

But before she could take a step, Olivia’s arm slipped around her waist. With a swift pull, Bennett stumbled backward, crashing into Olivia’s embrace.

Her heart lurched. "W–what are you doing?!"

"Don’t go just yet," Olivia whispered against her ear, her breath warm on her skin. "I want to feel more of you."

"Let go of me," Bennett said through gritted teeth, struggling against Olivia’s grip.

’What rank has her strength reached... to make even a Sword Master this vulnerable?’

Olivia only squinted, amusement flickering in her crimson eyes. Her finger traced slowly up Bennett’s arm toward her chin, her breath brushing against Bennett’s sensitive ear, making her whole body stiffen.

"All night," Olivia whispered, "I’ve thought of how I could stay close to you. And I’ve decided... I will become your partner. That way, I can live by your side forever."

Bennett drew a sharp breath, her mind reeling. ’Partner? We’ve only just met... what is she saying?’

"Miss, I’m already engaged to the princess. How could I possibly—"

Olivia cut her off with a sly smirk, her lips brushing dangerously close to her ear.

"Don’t worry about that," she murmured. "Polygamy is allowed in the empire... and besides." Her eyes darkened to a deep black as she flicked her fingers, a wave of sensual mana washing over Bennett, making her knees buckle.

Bennett gasped, her body trembling, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure.

"N–no... stop this...!" she stammered, her voice shaking as she collapsed weakly against Olivia’s chest.

Olivia’s smile widened, her hand running gently through Bennett’s hair as if cradling a precious treasure.

"The emperor won’t stop me," she whispered. "He fears what would happen if I abandoned this empire... After all other emperors fear this empire because of me, and I won’t let anyone take you from me."

"Let’s marry, alright?" Olivia said softly, her voice almost tender, which made Bennett’s skin crawl.

Still trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Bennett forced herself to glare at her. Her lips parting, she said with an unsteady voice.

"I... I can’t..." She drew in a shaky breath, then sighed, regaining a shred of composure. "Sorry. We don’t know each other. I won’t marry you."

Olivia tilted her head, studying her quietly. Then, without a hint of anger, she nodded. Carefully, she lifted Bennett and set her back on the bed before stepping back with her arms crossed.

"Very well," Olivia said with a calm smile. "Then I’ll simply live here. We’ll get to know each other... and then we’ll marry."

Bennett rubbed her temple as Olivia finally vanished, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

’What the hell was that...? Another damn problem on top of everything else.’

"Hhnngh~" A low moan escaped her lips as she shifted from white sheets, her body still sensitive from the earlier assault.

Her legs shook beneath her, and she staggered toward the bathroom, one hand pressed against the wall for support.

Click.

Steam greeted her as she pushed the door open; the bath spread before her like a small pool. With trembling fingers, she fumbled at the buttons of her shirt.

One by one, they slipped free until the fabric fell from her shoulders, sliding down to the floor.

Her bare figure reflected in the misty mirror.... no upper undergarment, as she rarely wore any in her false form.

For a moment, she stood there, biting her lip, feeling the lingering heat and shame burn across her skin.

She dipped one foot into the bath, then slowly sank into the steaming water.

Her cheeks still burned from the earlier sensations, her body betraying her even now. Without thinking, her hand drifted down, fingers brushing dangerously close to her thigh, near the softness of her femininity.

’Thank god she left...’

After a long soak and taking care of her business, she rose from the bath and slipped into a robe.

The soft fabric clung to her damp skin as she stood before the mirror, willing herself to shift back into her male form.

Nothing happened.

Her brows furrowed. She tried again—again—until frustration gnawed at her.

’Why... why can’t I change back?’

She paced back and forth across the tiled floor, robe swaying with each sharp step, worry carving deep lines across her face.