Chapter 306: Xu's Paradise Adventure [Extra 6]

PS1: This chapter is extremely wicked. Pure-hearted readers, do not enter.

PS2: This side story is purely for fun.

PS3: If you experience psychological discomfort, the author is not responsible.

On the way to the banquet, “Empress Xu Yinsheng” explained to Xu Yinsheng again the reason why she held this lewd fun game.

Roughly, it was that one time “Future Zhao” claimed he knew every form of “Future Xu,” but “Future Xu Yinsheng” didn’t believe him. After a fruitless argument, the two made a bet.

Every few days, they randomly selected several women to enter the palace, betting on whether “Future Zhao Yicheng” could, amidst the ultimate experiences of “Battle of Words,” “Lips like Spears and Tongue like Swords,” and “Silver Tongue,” successfully guess the specific name of each corresponding form.

Little innocent Xu Yinsheng heard this and mentally exclaimed, ‘Holy shit!’

“So you two lovebirds quarreling makes all 800,000 beauties in the city act as your fluffy balls?”

And now…

“Thanks for the invitation. I’m at the dining table, but I have no appetite.”

Xu’s Paradise. The brilliantly lit imperial palace. At the banquet.

In the vast palace hall, white-stockinged maids served as attendants, orderly bringing dishes one by one to the dining table.

Candles were lit. High-stemmed glasses were placed. The bottle tilted, and dark red wine swirled in the cups.

The lights were dimmed to a faint glow. The pale yellow light made the atmosphere in the palace seem a bit ambiguous.

Having completed their duties, they withdrew one by one, exiting the palace.

Before the soft single velvet chair, on an exquisite small wooden table with black carvings, three thick white candles were lit.

Several plates of exquisite yet simple dishes were placed around the candles.

There were tomato scrambled eggs, cold mixed houttuynia cordata, minced meat eggplant, and smooth pork vermicelli. All were Xu Yinsheng’s favorites.

Two tables were set up in the palace: one for “Future Xu” and “Future Zhao,” and the other for Xu Yinsheng and the other four women.

slurp~ slurp~

sip~ sip~

The four women surrounded the dining table. The sounds of bowls and chopsticks clinking rose and fell. Their faces were rosy as they ate meat and drank soup with big mouthfuls. As expected of the subconscious Xu Yinsheng, they all liked eating these.

Looking at the table of exquisite dishes, Xu Yinsheng couldn’t muster any appetite. What the four women saw as fine cuisine, in her eyes was… slurp~~

That unknown aloof celestial maiden picked up a chopstickful of vermicelli, put it in her mouth and chewed, then slowly drank a few sips of hot soup, then brought the vermicelli to her mouth to savor it carefully, and finally took a sip of the steaming, fragrant hot soup… In this way, by the end, even the aloof celestial maiden’s cheeks had flushed with two rosy patches.

Warm steam rose from the celestial maiden’s crimson lips, accompanied by an enticing silver fragrance—a scent enough to make the other three women’s mouths water.

Inside the fragrant white broth were extremely fine white vermicelli and white smooth pork slices.

The half-mechanical cyborg girl picked up a piece of smooth pork, brought it to her mouth, and took a bite. The juices exploded between her lips and teeth. That rich, sweet, and tempting flavor made even the half-modified cyborg couldn’t help but squint her eyes, enjoying the sucking of the juices on her lips, as if she had eaten the most delicious food in the world.

Xu Yinsheng: …

Only now did she understand why “Empress Xu Yinsheng” told her not to use her mouth. Uh… if she could overcome her psychological barriers, she could use her mouth too.

To be honest, as a mentally ill person with a mentally ill boyfriend, Xu Yinsheng herself also had role-playing XP. It wasn’t like she had never tasted this kind of thing.

But to treat this as a meal… Hello, thank you, goodbye!

Not far away.

Compared to the other table’s spiced-up “All Demons Dancing,” the meals of “Future Xu” and “Future Zhao” were quite ordinary.

Suddenly, “Future Zhao Yicheng,” who was eating tomato scrambled eggs, shuddered.

“What do you want to do?” “Future Zhao” lowered his voice and asked.

“Of course I’m increasing the difficulty for my little Zhao Zhao~~”

“Future Xu” blinked innocently: “After all, a treasured sword requires both forging and quenching~~”

“Someone is watching.”

“Isn’t that perfect? I like it when you’re both serious and not serious.”

“Little Yin…”

“Shh! I’m going to increase the intensity. You hold on~~”

Under the cover of the tablecloth, two cute, fair little feet were busy moving up and down…

Meanwhile.

At the other table, Xu Yinsheng didn’t pick up her chopsticks. Instead, she turned her head and quietly watched the alternative “interaction” between “Future Xu” and “Future Zhao.”

It wasn’t that she had some strange fetish, but “Future Xu” had demanded it as the price for her earlier mouthful. Since she had backed out midway and didn’t want to experience it herself, she could quietly act as a photographer on the sidelines.

As for the camera, her eyes now served as one, and with X-ray vision at that… That’s right, the fierce battle under the tablecloth was completely captured in her sight.

As a mentally ill person, “Future Zhao” had been living a life of both pain and pleasure over the years.

Pain: his own little cat was comparable to a pure-blood succubus, draining him every day with ever-changing methods and styles. Ask that man, doesn’t his kidney hurt?!

Pleasure: having a mentally ill girlfriend who could transform in a thousand ways and knew his XP perfectly, and could even come up with new tricks each time, holding his XP firmly in her grasp!

“Future Xu’s” left foot stocking was woven from Tianshan Ice Silk, thin as a cicada’s wing, ice-cold and comfortable, pure white all over, with rolling cold air. A light touch could make one feel as if in an extremely cold snowy land.

The stocking on her right foot was woven from Earth Core Fire Silkworm, black all over, finer and softer than the finest silk, occasionally emitting heat. If a large hand were to grasp it, it would feel somewhat scalding.

Yet at the dining table, “Future Xu” and “Future Zhao” treated each other with courtesy, one picking up food for the other, the other serving rice. Under the tablecloth, black and white, feet moving up and down, the dual extremes of ice and fire, like countless ants crawling, like countless spasms and twitches—an indescribable unspeakable taste…

In short, “Future Zhao” was at this moment in “deep water and scorching fire”!!

Suddenly, the four women eating aside from Xu Yinsheng seemed affected by an unknown influence. They raised their heads in unison and followed Xu Yinsheng’s gaze.

The celestial maiden, the demoness, the magician, the half-mechanical cyborg girl…

They saw the courteous young couple, saw the mischievous smile in “Future Xu’s” eyes, saw the slight blush on “Future Zhao’s” face…

At that very moment, a certain greedy little cat gently extended its paw…

Chirp—

Whoosh—

“Future Zhao’s” body trembled.

“Sisters, the sovereign and consul are so loving~~”

“Yes, yes~ I’m so envious of them~~”

“It’s a pity the sovereign’s body…”

“That’s why we sisters need to work hard tomorrow! Relieve the sovereign’s worries and troubles!!”

The four women chatted away, one after another, making a lively scene.

“Future Zhao” at this moment swallowed the tomato scrambled eggs and slumped in his seat as if relieved of a heavy burden.

‘Now, the little cat can calm down a bit, right?’ At the moment “Future Xu” withdrew her feet, he actually thought today’s “ordeal” had ended.

However…

“Oh dear~ How did my teacup fall again~~”