299: The jade-like feet beneath the Fallen Queen's dress were brought inside!

What's wrong?

Just now, you all looked like you wanted to devour each other alive, but now that you hear there's a "reward" for winning, and you'd have to serve him, you're all unwilling?

Each of you, quite principled, aren't you?

"Since you're all so modest, then I won't be polite."

Su Mo's eyes, flickering with an evil red glow, swept back and forth across the two equally fiery and alluring bodies, finally landing on Anastasia's impossibly long, artistic legs, encased in a black silk gown.

These legs, this waist, this proportion... Tsk, tsk, as expected of a Queen-level, so captivating!

He silently commented in his heart, but his hands didn't stop.

Su Mo released Elysia, focusing all his attention on the Iceberg Queen in his arms.

His large hand, which was already around her slender waist, began to wander, tracing that breathtaking curve upwards... Mm, perfect score!

Just as Su Mo's palm was about to touch that fuller curve, a cool, slender hand precisely clasped his wrist.

"Hm?" Su Mo paused, looking at the woman in his arms with interest.

Anastasia wasn't flustered as he expected, nor was there any hint of shame or anger.

Her perpetually frozen silver-gray eyes met his gaze calmly, and in their depths, a cold, heart-pounding dark vortex even swirled.

She leaned closer into his embrace, her other arm actively circling his neck, her cool fingertips lightly tracing his nape.

A unique scent, a mixture of the Bottom of the Abyss's aura and the Queen's natural fragrance, filled Su Mo's nostrils.

"My King Consort..."

Anastasia's red lips were almost touching his earlobe, her voice extremely low, a husky magnetism in its coldness, much like the whisper of an Bottom of the Abyss demon, full of fatal temptation.

"Are you... so impatient?"

Her five fingers, clasping his wrist, tightened slightly.

"Or do you think that with such a crude method, you can conquer me?"

Her silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing through them.

"Don't forget, though I am your Queen, first and foremost... I am the Queen of the Fallen Elves. A Queen steeped in the Bottom of the Abyss for hundreds of years."

"Are you sure you can 'enjoy' me?"

Su Mo's eyebrows shot up.

Well, well!

This woman is playing mind games with him?

As expected of the Fallen Queen, her level is far above that Old Demoness Phoebe, who only knows how to act cute in the forest!

Looking at the Iceberg Queen in his arms, who not only hadn't submitted but was trying to turn the tables, Su Mo's mischievous streak grew stronger.

He liked this kind of Iceberg Queen with a contrasting personality!

Conquering her would be even more satisfying!

"Whether I can enjoy you or not, Your Majesty, wouldn't you know if you tried it yourself?"

Su Mo's evil smile widened, and with a twist of his wrist, he clasped Anastasia's hand even more forcefully, intertwining her five delicate fingers with his own, one by one.

Fingers interlocked!

Anastasia's pupils contracted slightly.

Feeling the scorching power, a level above her own Bottom of the Abyss energy, emanating from their clasped hands, she felt for the first time a sense of losing control of the situation.

Su Mo... was even more domineering and difficult than she had imagined!

Meanwhile, Elysia, standing to the side, watched this scene, which was practically a "living harem," with mixed emotions.

On one hand, seeing her aloof and cold sister being toyed with by a man like this, she felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Serves you right! Why did you treat me like that back then!

But on the other hand, seeing that man, her "master" who had saved her from the endless Bottom of the Abyss, now intimately embracing her archenemy, a feeling she couldn't quite name or explain—jealousy and resentment—surged within her!

Why?

It's her again!

A hundred years ago, in the struggle for the Queen's throne, she made one wrong move and was tricked by her into imprisonment at the Bottom of the Abyss, suffering a hundred years of torment!

A hundred years later, she was finally saved by this man, and she thought she had found new life, hope for revenge!

But what was the result?

This man, her only "master," turned around and became her enemy's King Consort!

And now, he was being so intimate with that slut right in front of her!

In terms of figure, how was she inferior to her?

Her fiery curves made even Bottom of the Abyss lords drool!

In terms of relationship, she was now his Wage-Fire Servant, bought for 128 million!

She was his private property! Her soul was branded with his mark!

And Anastasia? What was she?

Just a hypocritical woman who would sell anything for profit!

The more Elysia thought about it, the angrier she became, and two flames named "jealousy" reignited in her recently restored purple eyes.

Why did she always lose to her?

Su Mo naturally noticed Elysia's gaze, which seemed to want to strip him bare.

But he didn't care at all.

This was the effect he wanted.

Wanting these two plastic sisters to coexist peacefully? That was impossible.

The only way was to make both of them feel a sense of "possessiveness" towards him.

Only then would they not have the energy to scheme against each other and harm each other.

After all, one must first pacify internal conflicts before dealing with external ones.

"The spring night is short, we can't waste any more time."

Su Mo no longer paid attention to the beautiful madwoman still sulking in place, looking at the Fallen Queen in his arms whose body was no longer resisting, a mischievous, "successful" smile appeared on his face.

The next second.

Under Elysia's gaze.

Su Mo actually bent down and easily carried the Fallen Elf Queen, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had an outrageously fiery figure, in a perfectly standard princess carry!

"Mm!"

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Anastasia let out a muffled groan.

But she didn't exclaim like an ordinary woman, nor did she struggle.

The moment her body was lifted, her instincts as a Queen took over, and she elegantly and naturally wrapped her arms around Su Mo's neck, steadying herself.

This man actually dared to carry her in such a... almost humiliating posture, right in front of her sister!

On her perpetually frozen, beautiful face, there wasn't the slightest hint of shame or anger.

After the initial surprise, a demonic and dangerous curve slowly appeared at the corner of her lips.

"My King Consort, you truly... always surprise me."

She relaxed her body, leaning languidly against Su Mo's firm chest as if boneless, her silver-gray eyes, with a hint of playful amusement, provocatively glanced at Elysia nearby.

As she was lifted, the hem of her conservative black silk gown also slid upwards.

Below the hem, a pair of exquisite feet, truly a work of art, were unexpectedly exposed to the air.

They were feet that had never worn shoes.

The skin was as fair as the finest mutton-fat jade, gleaming with an alluring luster under the reflection of the dark red crystals on the dome.

Her ankles were slender, the arch of her foot perfectly tempting, each toe like a meticulously polished pearl, her nails painted with a dark red polish matching her lip color, both demonic and captivating.

These feet seemed to have never been touched by a speck of dust; sanctity and Fallen, these two diametrically opposed qualities, achieved perfect unity on her body.

Su Mo's gaze lingered on those jade feet for half a second.

Well, well, a supreme beauty with a contrasting charm!

"What? Are my feet more beautiful than my face?"

Anastasia noticed his gaze and deliberately extended one foot, gently hooking Su Mo's arm with her dark red polished toes.

Another incredibly "Fallen" Fairy!

If he didn't take some action soon, it would be hard to say who would "enjoy" whom tonight!

He turned to the furious Elysia, whose beautiful face was pale with anger, and said with a smile:

"Elysia, you rest well here for now."

"Tonight, I want to thoroughly 'taste' what my Queen tastes like."

Su Mo's words made Elysia's beautiful face darken.

He was openly flaunting it to her!

Before she could retort.

Su Mo had already walked towards the innermost part of the palace, the room specially prepared for the Queen, carrying the Iceberg Queen in his arms, who was smiling like a banshee.

Leaving Elysia alone, standing in the empty hall, listening to the gradually fading, cold and triumphant laughter of her sister.

"Anastasia!"