Bitter Fruit (31)
So this was what they meant by being warmed from both sides?
As a saint devoted to asceticism, Xilaliya weighed very little. Even with two of her hanging off him, he barely felt a thing.
Besides, although their bodies hadn't changed shape, both Xilaliya I and Xilaliya II were adjusting themselves to the utmost, pressing their flesh as closely against him as possible. They'd even distributed their weight with a touch of ergonomic precision.
With all that effort, the embrace they'd claimed couldn't be repeated anytime soon had instantly become a double embrace.
And it certainly lived up to its name.
Fu Qian could clearly feel that the moment they closed their arms around him, that intoxicating fragrance seemed to ascend straight to the level of the mind.
The pleasure it brought was nothing short of shattering the void.
Even the crying, which had previously seemed to transcend the world, was completely suppressed in that moment, almost inaudible.
Phew—
It seemed even the person being embraced couldn't resist.
Their veils had fallen away in the course of their entanglement. With their bodies arranged symmetrically, the two heads resting on either shoulder seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
All four eyes were shut tight. Only their hot breaths spilled out.
Of course, even so, Fu Qian still remembered exactly who they were—
Xilaliya I was on his right shoulder, and Xilaliya II on his left.
This seemed to be how Dorian made the most of his two Xilaliya dolls.
Until he got rid of them, he'd clearly be trapped in an endlessly sustained double embrace.
Even he had to put in considerable effort in this situation, constantly resisting that sense of liberation that made him want to let everything drift away.
He even had to remember