300: The melting iceberg reveals another side of the queen.

The heavy stone door silently slid open before Su Mo.

Behind the door was a luxurious space, unimaginably vast.

The floor was covered with pure white fur of an unknown magical beast, so soft that stepping on it felt like sinking into one's ankles. The walls were inlaid with countless moonstones emitting a gentle glow, illuminating the entire room as bright as day, yet with a hint of hazy poetry.

A faint, refreshing, exotic floral scent permeated the air, calming the mind upon smelling it.

In the very center of the room was a super-large bed carved from the heartwood of a thousand-year-old ancient Tree of Life.

The size of that bed was larger than any bed Su Mo had seen before in the Forest of Elves.

It was more than enough space for seven or eight people to sleep, or even to hold a small party.

The bed was covered with top-grade cloud silkworm floss and velvet bedding, sprinkled with rose petals as red as blood, an ambiguous atmosphere pervading the entire room.

Beside the bed, there was also a striking large bathtub.

That bathtub was also carved from a single large piece of black crystal, filled with a milky white liquid emitting wisps of hot steam.

Su Mo just smelled the liquid's scent and immediately felt his body, which had become somewhat depleted from continuous “battles,” recover significantly.

Good heavens!

This was using ten-thousand-year-old stalactite as bathwater!

This Fallen Elf Queen, she really knows how to enjoy herself!

Su Mo looked at this bedchamber, filled with an aura of “extravagance” and “decadence,” his heart filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

He decided that after “finishing the business” this time, he absolutely had to get himself a similar setup.

“Alright, we’re here.”

Su Mo carried the Iceberg Queen, who was still feigning death in his arms, to the huge black crystal bed, and then, without any pity, threw her onto it.

“Mmm!”

Anastasia let out a short, muffled grunt, her tall and fiery figure bouncing twice on the soft bed.

Her moon-like silvery-white long hair cascaded like a waterfall across the black sheets, the extreme contrast of black and white forming a beautiful, visually striking tableau.

She propped herself up with one hand on the bed, trying to sit up, but Su Mo’s tall figure, with its strong invasiveness, had already leaned down and pressed upon her.

“Your Majesty, do you know?”

Su Mo’s fingers gently traced her smooth, jade-like cheek, then her exquisite, perfect collarbone, finally stopping at the curves tightly enveloped by the black silk dress.

“From the first time I entered the City of Depravity’s royal capital and ‘saw’ you, I thought…”

“How incredibly unfair that figure is.”

A mischievous smile hung on Su Mo’s face.

“My dear Queen, you are now my ‘trophy’.”

“Do you think you still have the right to resist?”

Anastasia stopped her futile struggles, and her rapid breathing slowly calmed.

The hint of shock and anger in her millennia-frozen silver-grey eyes gradually faded, rapidly transforming into an extremely cold, enchanting vortex.

“Lord Su Mo, you’d best be clear about the fire you’re playing with.”

Her voice, which had been cold for centuries, also took on a hint of hoarseness and provocation.

“The flames of the abyss are not so easily extinguished.”

Su Mo looked at her, not resisting but instead provoking him, and was stunned for a moment, then laughed even more wantonly.

“I love playing with fire, especially you, this ice lotus blooming in the abyss.”

“Don’t worry, my dear Queen.”

“I promise to be very gentle.”

As he spoke, he lowered his head again.

Only this time, his target was no longer those seductive red lips he had already kissed.

But her fair, slender, swan-like graceful neck… In the time that followed.

Inside this Queen’s bedchamber, which had been silent for over a hundred years.

For the first time, a second sound echoed, other than the Queen’s cold voice.

That voice, which had been cold for centuries, at this moment… became… no longer so bitingly cold.

Instead, it gained a different kind of charm, one that made hearts flutter.

Su Mo admired the sight before him, a masterpiece that could be called “the gods’ most perfect creation.”

At the same time, in his heart, he genuinely lamented the Creator’s partiality.

This waist-to-hip ratio, this leg length, these unfair curves… weren’t they born to torment old perverts like him!

He felt like an ant that had fallen into a honey pot.

So happy he was almost suffocating.

He swore.

Today, he would definitely “educate” this Iceberg Queen thoroughly… Who knows how much time passed.

When the bedchamber gradually quieted down.

The huge black crystal bed was already a mess.

Su Mo lay on his side, one arm cradled behind his head, the other playing with a strand of silver hair scattered on the pillow.

Beside him, the Fallen Elf Queen, who had been aloof and coldly arrogant not long ago, now lay quietly.

Her conservative black silk dress was long gone, her moon-like silvery hair spread across most of the bed like seaweed.

On her exquisitely flawless face, the usual cold indifference was replaced by a captivating blush, her long, tightly closed eyelashes trembling slightly, seemingly not yet fully recovered from the recent storm.

On her fair, jade-like skin, ambiguous marks remained, and her silver-grey eyes were now tightly shut.

The former Iceberg Queen was now like a snow-capped mountain that had completely melted.

Su Mo reached out, his fingertips gently tracing her still flushed cheek.

“How about it, my Queen? Do you still think I can’t ‘enjoy’ you?”

Anastasia’s eyelashes trembled more intensely, and she opened her eyes.

Her silver-grey eyes now looked like a sky washed by rain, clear with a hint of misty moisture, the usual sharpness and majesty completely gone, leaving only a heart-stirring languor and… resentment.

She didn’t answer Su Mo’s teasing, only shifted her gaze to his shoulder.

There was a clear bite mark there.

“Are you a dog?”

Her voice was extremely hoarse, completely devoid of its usual coldness, instead like the mellowest fine wine, with a hint of intoxicating flavor.

“For you, yes.” Su Mo leaned over and pecked her lips.

Anastasia frowned in distaste but didn’t pull away.

She was silent for a moment, then spoke again, her voice carrying a complex meaning.

“Lord Su Mo, are you satisfied now?”

“It’s alright, barely a passing grade.”

Su Mo commented with a “sincere” expression, “Mainly, Your Majesty, you’re too ‘fragile’. You need to strengthen your training next time.”

“You…!”

Anastasia gasped, her face, which had just regained some color, turned red with anger again. She lifted her straight, slender legs, wanting to kick this scoundrel who was taking advantage and still acting smug.

But her leg barely lifted halfway before falling weakly, instead pulling at a sore spot on her body, making her involuntarily frown.

Seeing this, Su Mo smiled even more happily.

He scooped the still-pouting Queen into his arms, resting his chin on her smooth forehead.

“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore.”

“Now you are mine.”

“Mine…”

Anastasia repeated softly in his arms, her voice devoid of emotion.

“That’s right.” Su Mo’s arms tightened slightly, “So, don’t put on that ice-cold face anymore. Smile more, you look beautiful when you smile.”

Anastasia didn’t speak, only buried her face in his chest.

Su Mo felt the warm, soft jade in his arms, his heart burning.

Having dealt with this Iceberg Queen, there was still a furious, crazy beauty waiting outside.