Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 375 - 15: This Is What You Call a Qinghui Enchantress (Part 2)

With a plan in mind, they could immediately put it into practice.

As the leaders of their respective teams, Westheid and Amithren naturally took the lead in demonstrating.

The two were pressed almost completely together. The scent of the man, so close, made the Silver-haired Elf Knight’s delicate body tense up, and her mind went fuzzy. She could only rely on muscle memory and instinct to cooperate with him and display their technique.

Westheid took it all in.

After the collaborative training—which felt like something between pleasure and torture—ended, Westheid returned to his residence in the evening.

Amithren was originally under secret orders from Eilvette to constantly monitor Duke Qinghui for any suspicious behavior. But after several days, Westheid had done nothing suspicious at all.

The only thing Amithren found unbearable was that the man reveled in debauchery almost every single night, and always with different people.

Whether it was his close confidants, maidservants, or even a Witch from the Ring of Clear Skies, she witnessed every session, enduring being ignored time and time again.

For Amithren, it was sheer torment. It also chipped away at her already fragile psychological defenses against Westheid.

Finally, one evening several days later, when the dazed-looking Elf Sister returned to her room, she found that Westheid was alone.

"Duke Qinghui, tonight you’re..."

"They all have things to do, so I don’t plan on resting in my room tonight. It’s a good chance to go for a walk. I’ve been at the Royal Court for a few days now, but I haven’t really explored the place."

Hearing this, Amithren’s expression grew complex. After a moment of thought, she finally spoke up.

"Wait. You can’t go out."

Westheid chuckled. "Why not?"

Amithren said righteously, "Do you even need to ask why? Have you no self-awareness? If your unrestrained desires aren’t vented, you will surely inflict that filthy, sordid lust of yours on my Elf compatriots in the Royal Court!"

"Setting aside how absurd your conclusion is, even if it were true, are you planning to use violence to restrain me?"

Westheid mused, rubbing his chin.

Amithren said seriously, "Of course not. You are an honored guest and ally of the Royal Court. It would be impossible to resort to violence against you... Besides, I don’t have the ability to do so. However, to ensure my compatriots in the Royal Court are not violated by a shameless person like you, I will take precautions."

"Precautions? I’m quite curious what you plan to do."

"As long as I drain your stamina first, I won’t have to worry about any other compatriots falling victim to you."

’Sacrifice her own body to the beast? What brilliant, world-shattering wisdom.’

"Hmph. It’s disgusting, but to fulfill my duty, I have no choice..."

Amithren took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress her pounding heart and keep her expression from giving her away. Instead, with a look one would give to a piece of trash, the arrogant Elf Sister glared at Westheid and slowly knelt.

........ Deploying her world-shattering wisdom ........

「The next day」

Yolanda came to Westheid’s bedside and pulled her dear brother up.

"I thought she’d be a much tougher character to handle. Elves don’t seem so special after all."

Westheid lifted his arms to make it easier for Yolanda to dress him.

"An easy victory, because I am the Qinghui Enchantress!"

"Don’t say that!"

Yolanda angrily headbutted Westheid and corrected him.

"How can you belittle yourself, Brother? Don’t lower yourself to the level of a Succubus."

Westheid laughed. "Sorry, sorry. I just find it so amusing how she acts disgusted but her body is so honest. It’s... a lot like you, actually."

"I’m not like that at all! I’m fully aware that you enjoy this kind of dynamic, Brother. We both know what’s going on, but that woman is just deceiving herself."

"I suppose. You can’t really say her willpower is weak. In the end, it’s my fault... But winning over a person with real power in the Royal Court in just a few days is a huge help. With this surveillance ’nail’ pulled, I’ll have much more freedom to act from now on."

After Yolanda finished helping him dress, Westheid left the room.

"Your Majesty Westheid, where are you headed?"

Duke Qinghui had just walked out of the palace when a voice stopped him. He saw the coolly beautiful Elf Sister walking toward him, absolutely glowing.

Westheid said, "I’ve received quite a few invitations. I was planning on paying a visit to the residences of some of the Royal Court’s nobles."

Amithren replied, "And then violate them, just like you did to me?"

...

’Wait, how can you say that with a straight face? What exactly do you think happened last night? Are you trying to blame the victim here?!’

Westheid couldn’t help but admire the Elf Knight’s shamelessness. He clapped his hands and said:

"Fine, fine, so that’s how we’re playing it. I didn’t resist at all. To avoid conflict, I let you have your way with me for more than half the time. Logically speaking, for such a humiliation, I should demand a duel to the death where you must atone with your life!"

Perhaps feeling a bit guilty, Amithren’s pretty face turned cold. She crossed her arms and sniffed.

"Th-that was a test. The results are clear, Lord Westheid. You are indeed a beast without any sense of decency—crude and cruel. You are the worst possible amalgamation of desire. And yet, someone like you is an honored guest of the Royal Court..."

The Elf Sister seemed to recall something, and a smile even touched her lips as she mocked him:

"Hmph! I sacrificed myself for the sake of the purity and safety of the noble lords and ladies in the Royal Court. Did you really think I’d have any interest in a trashy human? How ridiculous!"

Westheid: "..."

’You’re so convincing I almost believe you. And stop looking at me like I’m scum. Don’t use that arrogant, harsh tone, either. Even though I know you’re faking it, I’m still getting a little pissed off... If I get worked up now, I won’t be able to get any actual work done all day.’

In order not to waste precious time, Westheid could only sigh and say:

"That’s right, you’ve seen through my vile ambitions! But you didn’t succeed last night. My stamina is endless, you know."

Amithren’s long, elegant eyebrows twitched, and her tone was discernibly cheerful as she said:

"You scumbag... There’s no help for it. Then I’ll just have to..."

Westheid cut her off. "This isn’t a game. I’ll be performing at ten times last night’s intensity. You’d better think carefully. I will show no mercy and will not hold back."

"!!!"

The Silver-haired Elf Knight with the high ponytail felt her pupils quake. Ten times the intensity! Last night’s level was already more than her life could bear, and he was going to up the ante...? ’No, impossible! I’ll definitely die!’

Westheid’s words were very serious. Amithren didn’t think he was just trying to scare her. His enchanting, dark-violet eyes still held a hint of a smile, but it was enough to make her unconsciously take half a step back.

This human Monarch and Hero, beneath his gorgeous and dazzling exterior, was a Monster through and through!

"...If you’re really that unwilling, you can always report to the Grand Law Officer and have someone else assigned to assist me. You wouldn’t have to carry out a duty that makes you so uncomfortable."

’Give up...? Giving up is impossible. I’ve already tasted the marrow and know its flavor. I’ve fallen into the river of depravity. After experiencing a taste like that, there’s no way I can give it up now.’

It was only then that Amithren realized a cruel truth—she could no longer leave Westheid. She had become this man’s pursuer for what felt like all eternity.

Westheid then tempted her with another option. "Or, we could try another method. I’ll be as gentle as possible when I bestow my favors, and you... can just turn a blind eye?"

She didn’t make Duke Qinghui wait long. Amithren quickly turned her head away and said:

"The depths of your wretchedness are truly eye-opening. You’re more disgusting than the maggots in kitchen waste... Even if someone else were to take my place, I’ll keep my eyes on you to make sure your foul stench doesn’t pollute the entire Central Royal Court."

Getting the Silver-haired Elf Knight to swear fealty directly was probably impossible, but this answer was as good as a tacit agreement.