344: Experience the Fallen Elf Queen's New Outfit!

The first ray of morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the Treehouse Dome, dappling the massive bed covered in furs.

That special scent in the air, a mixture of elf body fragrance and male hormones... had, after fermenting all night, become even richer and more intoxicating.

Anastasia's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes with some difficulty.

What met her eyes was not the familiar Black Crystal Dome of the past, but tangled vines and flowers.

Her memories returned.

Last night... the cheeks of this lofty Fallen Elf Queen instantly flushed a crimson hue more vivid than the morning glow.

She moved her body, feeling as if all her bones had been disassembled and reassembled; she was so weak and sore she couldn't exert any strength.

She propped up her upper body and let her gaze sweep across the messy fur blanket.

The first thing she saw was her exposed feet.

In the past, they were a pair of flawless, snow-white jade feet, seemingly sculpted from the finest mutton-fat jade.

But now, that pure white skin was covered by a thin layer of black, like the wings of a cicada.

It was a black that possessed extreme visual impact.

The absurd scenes from last night... that man... insisted she wear it... She, the dignified Fallen Elf Queen, the supreme being who commanded thousands of subjects, actually acted like a favored concubine trying to please her King Consort... And he even... "Awake?"

A voice, carrying a hint of amusement and sounding refreshed, came from the side of the bed.

Anastasia snapped her head up.

She saw Su Mo sitting on the edge of the bed, his muscular upper body bare like an ancient Greek sculpture, holding a shirt and putting it on.

Anastasia looked somewhat lazy yet slightly disheveled.

Su Mo, while buttoning his shirt, teased her with a pointed remark,

"Just one night, and it's ruined like this..."

Anastasia followed his gaze, and her perpetually icy face instantly flushed red to the tips of her ears.

She recoiled as if electrocuted, pulling her legs back under the black silk gown covering her, attempting to conceal the 'evidence' that brought her such shame.

"You... shut up."

She bit her red lip, her voice hoarse, lacking her usual authority on the throne, instead carrying the petulant tone of someone who had been severely bullied.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything."

Su Mo was in high spirits. He turned and leaned over, planting a loud kiss on her burning cheek.

"But seriously, my Queen, you truly impressed me last night."

Su Mo reached out to smooth her long hair, which was messy like the Milky Way, his tone carrying the appreciative air of someone who had gotten away with mischief,

"Able to command armies, yet also willing to lower yourself to cooperate with your King Consort's little hobbies—is there a more virtuous and understanding wife in this world than you?"

Virtuous?

Understanding?

Hearing those two words, Anastasia's eye twitched fiercely twice.

She, the dignified Fallen Elf Queen, the overlord who had ruled the Abyss for centuries, was being described using a word like 'virtuous'?

If this were to spread back to the City of Depravity, her subordinates, those Abyssal Demons, would probably pop their eyeballs out.

She glared at Su Mo dismissively, secretly muttering to herself:

I don't know if I'm understanding, but I certainly got a thorough taste of your Su Mo's perverse little fetish last night!

It seems if I want to control him in the future, I'll need to prepare a few more sets of these "Blue Star Specialties."

"Alright, go back to sleep, look how tired you are."

Su Mo decided to quit while he was ahead, no longer teasing the kitten that was about to explode.

He stood up, adjusted his collar, and regained his dashing, respectable appearance.

"I have things to do, so I need to head back first."

Hearing that he was leaving, a hint of reluctance flashed in Anastasia's silver-gray eyes, but it was quickly masked by a Queen's reserve.

"Mhm." She replied softly, her voice regaining some of its coldness. "Be careful."

Su Mo smiled, turned, and strode out of the sleeping chambers... Outside the Treehouse Hall, the sun was shining brightly.

The moment Su Mo stepped over the threshold, he felt a wave of resentment rush toward his head.

On a vine swing not far away, a purple figure was listlessly swaying back and forth.

Elysia.

Today, she had changed into a bolder purple mage robe, the neckline cut extremely low, causing her astonishing cleavage to surge and heave with the movement of the swing!

She was playing with a ball of deep purple Abyssal Demonic Flame in her hand; the flame danced and warped between her fingers before she impatiently crushed it.

"Oh, whose little resentful wife is this? Setting fires this early in the morning?"

Su Mo walked over, chuckling and teasing her.

Elysia froze, turning her head, her seductive purple eyes clearly stating, "I am very unhappy."

She jumped off the swing, took a few steps toward Su Mo with her dazzlingly white long legs, crossed her arms, and snorted sarcastically:

"Oh, our King Consort finally deigned to crawl out of his den of pleasure? I thought you were going to die on that bed."

"What? Jealous?"

Su Mo wasn't annoyed; instead, he stepped forward and opened his arms, giving her a solid hug.

"Ngh!"

Elysia's body stiffened.

The belly full of sarcasm and ridicule she had prepared instantly got stuck in her throat due to this sudden embrace.

The man's arms were broad and warm, carrying a unique scent that forcefully enveloped her.

Her heart, which had been stinging from being neglected, softened against her will.

This bastard... at least he had some conscience, knowing to come out and coax her.

Elysia pouted. She was just about to raise her hand to hug him back, maybe whine a bit, and ask for some favors.

Just then, Su Mo's voice sounded above her head.

"Elysia, get ready."

"Huh?" Elysia was stunned. She looked up, blinking her large eyes,

"Ready for what? Are you taking me to Blue Star to eat hotpot?"

Su Mo released her, placing his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her seriously:

"There will be plenty of chances to eat hotpot later. The 'Contest of Ten Thousand Nations' dungeon on Blue Star is opening the day after tomorrow."

"That's a restricted dungeon for levels 100 and below. Among my subordinates, Godzilla and Saphiron are too large and might affect performance. Antonidas and the others aren't restricted, but their level isn't high enough for burst damage."

Su Mo stared intently at her: "You are an Abyssal Mage, and you just advanced to Overlord at Level 96. Your burst power is unmatched."

"So... I need you for this dungeon run."

The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

The hint of emotion and expectation on Elysia's face visibly froze, then shattered.

She looked at the man before her in disbelief.

So... he hugged her not because he missed her, nor because he felt guilty.

But because... he needed another fighter?!

"Su Mo!!!"

Elysia's chest heaved violently with anger.

She slapped away Su Mo's hands, pointing at his nose, her purple eyes filled with accusation.

"You bastard! Scumbag! Slave Driver!"

"Do you only remember me when you need to fight, or when you need someone to murder and set fires?!"

"When you were sleeping with that ice-face last night, why didn't you think of me? Now that you have to risk your life, you remember me?!"

"What do you take me for? A tool that you summon and dismiss at will?!"

The more Elysia spoke, the more wronged she felt.

She, the dignified Abyssal Witch, when had she ever suffered such indignity?

If anyone else dared to treat her this way, she would have long ago blown them into dust!

But frustratingly... this person was Su Mo.

Su Mo looked at her, resembling a furious little wildcat, and suddenly found her incredibly cute.

This woman was tough-mouthed but soft-hearted, a typical creature that only responded well to petting.