Last night, Leslie had ordered the elf queen to stand guard outside the courtyard.
The doorway wasn't far from Leslie and Owen's bedroom, and the wild commotion of the night had been all too audible to the elf queen.
For someone like her, who had never experienced such things, it was sheer torment.
Initially, she believed herself capable of remaining calm and indifferent.
But Owen and Leslie's unrestrained passion shattered that illusion—the mere sounds of their intimacy made her body feel weak, her legs instinctively pressing together.
The torment lasted the entire night.
When dawn finally broke, and she thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, she found the couple engaged in their affectionate cultivation session, treating her as a mere onlooker to their endless display of love.
Within the courtyard, sensing the elf queen's simmering resentment, Owen teased, "You really had her stand guard outside all night?"
