Elvaraden Palace
Inside a bedchamber full of colorful flower pots and dangling vine curtains, the doors were sealed tight, shutting out all the attending maids and leaving only two people inside.
A pinkish atmosphere that arouses lascivious thoughts painted the room, but contrary to people's expectations, only the Elf King was lying on the soft flower bed.
He appeared to be having a sweet dream—a sweet dream full of carnal desires.
The Elf King spread his seeds of life, impregnated hundreds of elven beauties, expanded his bloodline, and raised the tribe to the peak of prosperity.
Alas, everything was nothing more than a dream.
Empress Una watched everything happen inside the Elf King's dream from the tea table, and a trace of disdain appeared on her supple lips.
The realm of lust was her domain.
