Third Person’s POV

Then, as if to leave a final touch, he leaned forward and licked her nipple one last time, and did it with a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, before finally pulling back.

"You can go," he said, his voice calm, almost casual, as if he had not just been thoroughly enjoying her body moments ago.

As he spoke, his gaze traveled to the blinking red ring on her finger, and his expression grew thoughtful and calculating.

He realized immediately what it meant.

Someone was calling her, or to be exact, someone had summoned her and had interrupted his good time at the worst possible moment.

’It must be that bitch, Shixea,’

Ethan thought as his mood soured.

’That harlot cockblocked me!!’

Fury simmered beneath his calm exterior as he had planned to pluck the flower of this virgin elf beauty tonight.

She was beautiful, powerful, talented, and had everything a man could want in a woman.

And more than that, he could see that she was the type he could make his woman, not simply a plaything to be used and discarded.

She was powerful, exotic, and worthy enough to deserve a place in his harem.

But most importantly, in this place where he was all alone, surrounded by those who conspired against him, she could become a powerful ally and a secret helper.

Someone who would stand by his side when others sought to bring him down.

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, he sat back in the chair languidly, making no move to cover himself.

His shirt remained open and displayed his well-defined abs and hard chest, while his belt hung half-undone.

And his dick, still hard, pressed insistently against his pants, forming a visible testament to his frustrated desire.

Elis, who had been scrambling to gather herself, glanced at him suddenly.

Her emerald eyes grew even more hazy at the sight.

Her pussy, which was already wet, grew even wetter.

Her nipples were still hard, pebbled, and sensitive beneath the fabric of her hastily rearranged clothes.

She did not want to leave him right now, as every fiber of her being yearned to stay here and to continue what they had started.

But she knew she could not.

Shixea had already started calling her.

If she ignored the summons any longer, suspicion would arise in her.

And she could not—absolutely could not—let Shixea find out that she had been doing... this... with their person of interest.

Her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind when she suddenly met his gaze.

Those mischievous crimson eyes were trained on her bare breasts and her thighs, i,e on the parts of her she had not yet fully covered.

The realization hit her like a wave, and her embarrassment deepened.

She hurriedly finished fastening her bra, pulled up her top, and tied the backlace with trembling fingers.

Her movements were clumsy, rushed, and nothing like the composed elegance she usually displayed.

With her face still burning red, she whispered one final time, her voice so soft it was almost lost in the silence,

"See you tomorrow, Young Master..."

Then, without waiting for a reply, she turned and fled from the room, her footsteps echoing briefly before fading into the distance.

Ethan watched her go with a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips as he yearned to play this game that was far from over.

The moment Elis came out of Ethan’s room, she hurried down the corridor and slipped into her own private quarters.

Without pausing, she went straight to the restroom, where a natural water stream flowed continuously through a channel carved into the stone floor.

The water was frigid as it was drawn from deep underground springs that never saw the warmth of the sun.

She cupped her hands beneath the flowing stream and splashed the cold water onto her face, once, then twice, and the third time.

The shock of it made her gasp, but she welcomed the cold sting as she needed something, anything to douse the fire that still burned beneath her skin.

After a long moment, her breathing finally began to steady.

She straightened her posture, reached up, and tapped the red ring on her finger.

Instantly, a soft hum emanated from it as a magical communication channel opened in it.

"I have asked him to prepare himself for tomorrow, and he agreed to do so, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice still slightly unsteady.

As she finished speaking, she tapped the ring again.

The blinking ceased, and the soft hum faded into silence. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She let out a long, shuddering breath as sweat ran down her brows and dripped from her chin.

Her body was still overheating and still betraying her, even though she had done nothing but stand in the cold restroom.

Even though Shixea had seemingly summoned her to ask about the result of her task, Elis had not gone personally to report.

She worked under the ice emperor’s wife, yes, but she was not a bonded slave, and she did not have to behave or work in total submission.

She had the freedom to report from a distance, and tonight, she was grateful for that freedom.

She did not think she could have faced anyone, least of all the sharp-eyed queen in her current state.

Her eyes were still wide and still swam with a tumultuous mixture of emotions, like embarrassment that burned hot in her chest, fear that coiled cold in her stomach, and exhilaration that made her heart flutter even now.

They chased one another in endless circles, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

She placed both hands flat against her chest and pressed down firmly, as if she could physically slow the frantic beating of her heart.

She tried to calm herself and to think rationally about everything that had happened in the past hour or so.

But her cheeks remained flushed in a deep, persistent pink that would not fade.

No matter how deeply she breathed, no matter how many times she told herself to stop thinking about it, she simply could not calm down.