"What... are you talking about?"
Kiana blinked, looking utterly baffled, unable to understand what her sister suddenly meant by this.
"Mm... was I not clear enough?"
Durandal frowned slightly, resting a slender finger against her chin. Then, with an adorably blank expression, she uttered something utterly shocking. "I want to copulate with Qianyi."
"Huh?!"
Kiana immediately bristled.
Yet at the same time, an even louder gasp came from beside her. "Huh?!!"
Following the sound, Qianyi turned his head and saw three similar figures: Cecilia, Theresa, and Mysterious. But the cry had not come from any of them. It had come from the maid standing behind them, carrying bags of all sizes.
The maid's innate allure still drifted around her like a hidden fragrance. Her gray-gold hair cascaded down like a waterfall, partially concealing her face and revealing only one glimmering right eye. The corner of that eye was faintly red as she stared at Durandal, looking half-drunk yet not drunk at all. Her crimson lips were unconsciously pressed together tightly, reddening against her teeth like a freshly blooming rose.
Anger made the fabric over her chest rise and fall continuously, outlining a faintly visible, full curve. Beneath her flat stomach, her fluffy skirt could not conceal the smooth, undulating curve of her waist and hips. Long, lustrous legs extended from beneath the skirt, wrapped in black thigh-high stockings whose edges gently sank into her skin, tracing that suggestive inverted-triangle shadow.
It was none other than the Heretic Herrscher—Rita Rossweisse.
At this moment, however, Rita looked as though she had witnessed something utterly unimaginable. Her usually composed face had gone stiff, disbelief written all over her features. Those wine-red eyes that always concealed a sharp edge looked as dispirited as Lu Mingfei watching his senior sister marry someone else.
In fact,