Toji's kiss began with tentative tenderness, but soon it became as fiery and deep as a burning fire.
He greedily savored the fragrance of the Ju Zi on his lips and teeth, a sweet aroma that blended with the scent of tea and his unique body fragrance, which he found intoxicating.
Ju Zi's initial stiffness quickly softened under Toji's domineering and skillful offensive. Her hands, which were pressed against her chest, unconsciously changed from pushing to grabbing, tightly gripping Toji's clothes.
Her breathing became rapid, her body went limp as if her bones had been removed, and she could only passively endure Toji's demands, even beginning to respond clumsily and with a hint of shyness.
At the same time, Toji hand that had been lifting her chin slowly slid down her Swan- like neck, caressed her delicate collarbone, and then landed on her rounded, fragrant shoulder.
Through the thin fabric of the palace dress, he could clearly feel the smoothness and softness of her skin.
Large, hot hands began to knead Ju Zi's tense shoulders and neck with just the right amount of pressure, both soothing and provocative.
Ju Zi trembled all over as it was being squeezed, and soft, unbearable moans escaped its throat as it pressed its body even closer to Toji.
The large hand kneading her fragrant shoulders was not satisfied; like the most nimble invader, it slowly slid down the curve of her shoulders, toward the overlapping collar of her palace dress.
With fingertips, I unfastened the first clasp, then the second...
Her smooth, creamy skin was exposed in the cool air, and the alluring curves beneath her delicate collarbones were faintly visible.
Ju Zi felt a cool sensation, and her hazy consciousness began to clear. She slightly turned her head to avoid Toji's burning lips and tongue, panting, her voice hoarse with passion and a hint of shy panic:
"No... this is the Imperial Study... someone might be here..."
"No one dares to come in." Toji's voice was deep and resolute, carrying an undeniable air of control.
He kissed Ju Zi again, silencing her before she could finish her sentence, while his mischievous hand deftly untied the intricate sash around her waist.
With a soft "whoosh," the finely crafted palace robe slipped down Ju Zi's smooth skin, piling up around her slender ankles.
She was only wearing a thin, white undergarment, which was far from enough to conceal her breathtakingly beautiful curves.
Her full, snow-capped peaks stood proudly beneath the thin fabric of her clothing, while her long, straight, jade-like legs gleamed with an ivory-like luster in the dim light.
Ju Zi instinctively tried to cross her arms to cover herself, but Toji easily separated them with his large hands.
His burning gaze lingered on her perfect body as if it were a physical object, filled with undisguised admiration and desire.
" Toji..." Ju Zi's voice trembled, shame and an indescribable longing intertwined in her heart.
Her response was Toji more passionate kiss and even more unrestrained caresses.
He swept Ju Zi up in his arms, swallowing her gasp.
He walked a few steps to the large, soft imperial couch inside the imperial study, covered with bright yellow brocade, and gently placed the warm, fragrant body in his arms on it.
The heavy curtain was lowered with Toji Shen'er's hand, cutting off the view from the outside world.
Inside the imperial study, only rapid breathing, suppressed groans, the rustling of fabric, and the gradually rising, blush-inducing, all-consuming heat remained.
On the imperial couch, brocade sat in disarray.
Like a peony in full bloom, the Ju Zi blossomed completely under Toji's domineering yet skillful assault. The empress's majesty vanished, leaving only a breathtakingly beautiful woman lost in a whirlpool of lust.
Her fair skin flushed with passion, her slender waist twisted helplessly under Toji's large hands, her long, jade-like legs wrapped tightly around Toji's lean waist, her ten fingers digging deep into his firm back muscles.
At the heart of power, on the imperial throne that symbolized the empire's highest authority, the two were passionately entangled, exchanging and giving, releasing their stress, seeking solace, and affirming each other's existence in the most primal way.
Sweat mingled, breaths mingled, as if trying to completely meld the other into their very bones and blood.
Star Luo Empire, Ming Dou Mountain Range Frontline.
The once formidable pass, ravaged by war, is now finally getting a much-needed respite.
The smoke of battle had not yet cleared, and the air was filled with scorched earth, the stench of blood, and a weary atmosphere of surviving a catastrophe. But the Black Tiger Banner of the Star Luo Empire had already been planted atop the recaptured city walls, fluttering in the wind!
Outside the pass, the once imposing military camp of the Sun Moon Empire, which resembled an iron torrent, was now undergoing an orderly evacuation at an incredible speed.
The massive soul-guided war chariot silenced its thrusters, and the soldiers silently packed their gear as the enormous array of Soul Tool was disassembled and loaded into transport vehicles.
The retreat call was low and urgent, showing no reluctance to fight, only absolute obedience to the highest command.
The soldiers of the Star Luo Empire, leaning against the dilapidated fortifications, watched all this with tension and a hint of bewilderment.
Just a few days ago, they were struggling to hold on against the overwhelming soul-guided firepower of the Sun Moon Empire, and could be completely crushed at any moment.
It was that figure, like God of War of ice, who descended and single-handedly froze the sea of Soul Tool, severely injured the opponent's Soul Engineer, and forcefully turned the tipping scales back!
On the city wall, Huo Yuhao, dressed in a spotless ice-blue outfit, stood out starkly from the dilapidated surroundings.
He stood there quietly, his deep, cold eyes calmly watching the retreat of the Sun Moon Empire's army, without the slightest joy of victory, only a kind of indifference that seemed to have seen through a certain inevitability.
Beside him, Tang Wutong, dressed in a pale gold dress, looked even more divine in the afterglow of the setting sun. She gently took Huo Yuhao's arm, her gaze tender yet firm.
White Tiger Duke Dai Hao of the White Tiger Clan, still clad in blood-stained armor, strode up the city wall.
The Imperial Marshal, known for his iron will and resilience, now wore an expression of barely concealed excitement and relief.
He came up behind Huo Yuhao, bowed deeply, and spoke in a loud and grateful voice:
" Your Spirit Ice, the Empire's ability to avert danger, repel a powerful enemy, and recover lost territory is entirely due to Your Majesty's divine might. You are the pillar of our Star Luo Empire, the savior of the Star Luo Empire. Dai Hao, on behalf of the White Tiger Personal Guard and the Star Luo Empire, extends to you the highest respect and deepest gratitude."
He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a burning light.
"We've waited so long for this result, and we've sacrificed so much! Now, we finally see hope!"
Huo Yuhao slowly turned around.
His gaze fell on Dai Hao's weathered face, now filled with excitement and admiration, and a complex, indescribable emotion flickered deep in his eyes.