' So that's what was making me 'die' hmm... I want this ability.' Mikahil thought.
' System, could you now prevent this from happening?'
[Since the ability of the lady causes the nerves to send incorrect signals to the brain, it can easily be blocked with prior preparation, although some aspects of this ability might still be unknown.]
'In other words, her ability is now useless against me,' Mikahil thought, smiling as he heard the sound of the water stopping. 'Well, I don't think she'll want to use the ability now, so it's better to save this for another time.'
Mikahil was sitting on the bed, looking towards the bathroom, waiting for Merissa to come out.
The door opened, and Merissa emerged from the bathroom, enveloped in a vapor aura that quickly dissipated as she walked, revealing the parts hidden by the steam.
She was holding a soft, white towel around her body with a grace that mirrored her royal presence. The fabric clung to her damp skin, outlining the contours of her figure without revealing too much. Water droplets glistened on her shoulders and collarbone, reflecting the soft ambient light of the room.
'Maldita toalha... But this looks really good,' Mikahil thought, simply enjoying the sight of a queen coming directly his way gave an immense feeling of power.
With each step she took, the towel moved slightly, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her legs and the delicate curve of her waist. Her damp hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of cerulean silk, still holding traces of moisture that sparkled like starlight. The subtle scent of her bath hung in the air, mingling with her natural fragrance and creating an intoxicating blend that enveloped the room.
Merissa's gaze met Mikahil's, and there was a moment of silent understanding between them. She moved with an innate confidence, unperturbed by her semi-revealing state. Her lips curved into a playful smile, as if she knew the effect she had on him and was savoring every second of it.
' This is strange... Even without doing anything, my body seems warmer, even with the naturally cold breeze of my room... ' Merissa thought.
The delicate arch of her eyebrow, the gentle sway of her hips, and the way she subtly adjusted the towel—all of these actions combined to form an unintentional seductive dance. And now, realizing what was happening, she seemed to relish in the power she thought she had over him.
' This is indeed worthy of a queen, prime flesh, not that power display,' Mikahil thought, and his body began to listen more to the lower instincts than the higher ones.
Causing his heart to race and his thoughts to be momentarily clouded by the pure magnetism of Merissa. He couldn't help but admire her beauty.
As she approached him, her movements seemed almost deliberate, as if she were allowing him to appreciate her form from every angle. And yet, despite the seductive undertones, there was an air of vulnerability in her eyes, a glimpse of the woman behind the queen, unguarded and raw.
The room seemed to shrink, the atmosphere charged with a silent tension. Mikahil's gaze remained fixed on her, unable to tear away from the captivating sight before him. ' Today is the day I'll seize the kingdom in my hands.'
Mikahil looked at Merissa as she stood in front of the bed, still holding the towel, and said, "Are you excited to see a queen's body? Is it really that good?"
"Ah, shut up. Let's just get started before another incident happens." Mikahil's words echoed in Merissa's mind, and in a brief moment of anger, she let go of the towel and pointed her hand at Mikahil, saying, "We're both seeing that the bold one here is talking to me like this. You're really lucky you're not dead."
"I might even say I could die happy after seeing all your splendor, but there are still the other queens, right?" Mikahil spoke, his eyes trailing down Merissa's naked body, taking in every part of her still damp from the water, "Come on, my queen, I'm waiting for you."
Mikahil spoke, only wearing his underwear, revealing a prominent bulge that indicated his readiness.
Merissa scoffed, saying, "So this is what will produce descendants? It looks like it's swollen, almost like an illness."
"Rest assured, I'm perfectly healthy. You'll understand when you see it. Why don't you set it free?" Mikahil, sitting, leaned back against the headboard of the bed.
Merissa seemed puzzled, looking at Mikahil. She said, "This seems fragile to me. Are you sure it can handle it? Even artifacts that were said to be highly resistant would break quickly."
"My queen, you're playing the fool now. You know this isn't an artifact. But to answer your questions, all you need to do is touch it." Mikahil spoke, beckoning to Merissa with his finger.
Merissa let out a sigh, climbing onto the bed and standing beside Mikahil. She placed her hands on the waistband of Mikahil's underwear. Due to the fabric, she couldn't see clearly, but it seemed like a distorted sphere. 'How does this work? I remember seeing it in the books, and it seemed different.'
"You're too far away. Come closer, Merissa, that way you'll get a better look," Mikahil said before Merissa fully lowered his underwear.
"You can't boss a queen around. I'll do it the way I see fit," Merissa leaned down, bringing her face close to Mikahil's groin. She could already sense a strong scent. 'Strange, what could that be?' As Merissa fully lowered Mikahil's underwear, her widened eyes would see Mikahil's impressive tool rise fully, coming out of his underwear and falling onto Merissa's face. She could feel the warmth and pulse on her face. 'So this is a penis? And that scent, is it from him?'
Instinctively, Merissa stuck the tip of her tongue out, her rosy lips parting slightly as a mixture of curiosity and a trace of hesitancy played across her features. Her entrancing golden eyes, usually so confident and enigmatic, now held a hint of vulnerability as they gazed upon the intimate sight before her. The warmth of Mikahil's flesh radiated onto her face, a sensation both new and tantalizing.
A soft exhale escaped her lips as she felt her heart flutter, a delicate pink hue rising to her cheeks, the color an echo of her unspoken thoughts and the unexpected sensations that coursed through her. Her mind raced with a mixture of bewilderment, fascination, and a burgeoning awareness that her body seemed to respond to its primal instincts, even in the midst of this unprecedented situation.
The scent, simultaneously earthy and musky, enveloped her senses, intertwining with the steamy air of the room. It was an aroma that seemed to awaken something within her, a dormant desire that stirred as if responding to the call of nature itself. ' Why does this feel like it's calling out to me? '