Chapter 58: Two Pairs of Plump Thighs

With a creak, the grand reception hall’s doors opened, and Xueyu walked out, her face expressionless.

Shi Qianla had been waiting outside for some time, her slender, thick thighs clad in black stockings pressed lightly together. 

She gave Xueyu a standard courtesy bow and smiled. “Need an escort?”

Xueyu merely shot her a cold glance, said nothing, and walked off along the path she’d come from.

Once Xueyu’s figure vanished into the night, Shi Qianla’s smile faded. 

She scoffed, “Tch… acting all high and mighty. If you weren’t Her Highness’s guest, I wouldn’t even glance at you on the street.”

After Xueyu had been gone for a while, the doors slowly opened again. 

Bai Yue Ling cautiously poked her head out. “Is she gone?”

Shi Qianla blinked. “Who?”

“That red-haired big sister with the red leather jacket up top and practically nothing down below.”

“Pfft… she’s gone. Also, she was wearing hot pants. They were just hidden by her jacket’s hem, not nothing.”

“Oh, good, she’s gone.”

Bai Yue Ling let out a long breath, visibly relieved.

Shi Qianla watched her with interest. “What, you scared of her?”

Bai Yue Ling glanced around to ensure no one was nearby, then put her hands on her hips. 

“Hah~ No way! A weakling big sister like her isn’t even fit to curl my feet.”

Shi Qianla covered her mouth, chuckling. 

“I don’t know if you’re scared of her, but working with you would definitely be more fun than with her.”

“Obviously! Wait for my onboarding news tomorrow~”

Bai Yue Ling proudly wiggled her hips and started to leave, only to turn back moments later, her big, cute eyes looking pleadingly at the elf secretary. 

“Uh… how do I get out of the palace?”

Shi Qianla grinned. “I’ll show you.”

Under the moonlight, two girls—one a century older than the other—walked along the stone path, their round hips swaying slightly with each step. 

Their glossy black stockings hugged their pale, plump thighs, catching the cool moonlight and tracing silver arcs along their graceful curves.

“See that small gate over there? That’s your exit.”

“Thanks, big sister~”

“No need to thank me.”

Shi Qianla lifted her slime cloak, lightly patting Bai Yue Ling’s slender, warm waist. 

Before Bai Yue Ling could react, she gave a playful pinch to her soft, plump spot.

Bai Yue Ling jolted as if shocked. “Eek! What was that?!”

“Payment for guiding you,” Shi Qianla said with a shameless grin. “That’s why I said ‘no need to thank me.’”

“You’re a secretary! Is this how you treat a guest?”

“Go tattle if you want. I’ll just tell Her Highness how nice your plump thighs feel and make her want to pinch them next time too.”

With that, Shi Qianla looked up at the bright moon, saying casually, “Her Highness’s task for you is to clear the slime nest, right?”

Bai Yue Ling eyed her warily. 

“You were eavesdropping?”

“Eavesdropping? It was my idea,” Shi Qianla said, a sly glint in her eyes. 

“That nest is deep in an underground cavern with ten entrances. The slimes’ levels and attributes vary by entrance. Overall, entrance 7 is the easiest…”

“Hold up,” Bai Yue Ling squinted. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’d rather work with you than that arrogant Xueyu,” Shi Qianla said matter-of-factly. 

“Who wouldn’t want a white-haired, curvy girl to tease and unwind with?”

Bai Yue Ling’s face flushed. “Tease and unwind? Don’t push it, you weakling big sister!”

She wasn’t some kind of… stress-relief toy!

“It’s your call whether to join Her Highness. But if you lose to Xueyu, you’ll hardly see Miss Aiya anymore,” 

Shi Qianla said, shifting gears. 

“She’s Her Highness’s personal guard, stuck by her side all day. You wouldn’t want that…”

“You’re overthinking it. Aiya and I aren’t like that,” Bai Yue Ling said, giving her a “you idiot” look.

“Huh? You’re not?” Shi Qianla was surprised. “Then what are you?”

“Just friends.”

“Oh… okay. I thought you’d be into her abs and that sexy waistline.”

Shi Qianla pulled a folded note from her ample cleavage and handed it to Bai Yue Ling.

“Here’s the slime nest intel I compiled. Study it tonight, memorize every detail, form a solid team tomorrow, and you’ll definitely beat Xueyu to the clear.”

[You have obtained the item “Slime Nest Intel”.]

Bai Yue Ling took the note, sniffed it, and squinted. “Why do you all keep stuff there?”

“What? Don’t you like it?”

“Nope.”

Bai Yue Ling felt woozy from her own chest, let alone others’.

“Alright, alright, head back and rest up tonight.”

Shi Qianla gave her this carefully curated intel hoping Bai Yue Ling would join the Third Princess’s faction, adding a cute, sultry, white-haired teammate to the mix.

Normally, anyone getting such valuable intel would pore over it, memorizing every word.

But… Bai Yue Ling wasn’t normal.

She took a few steps, then turned back, head lowered sheepishly.

“Uh… quick question… How do I get to the biggest Fairy House in the Royal Capital?”

“It’s in the northeast corner of the Nightless Street. What’re you going there for?”

“I wanna try the fairy massage service tonight.”

“Massage?” Shi Qianla blinked. “You’re not gonna study my intel?”

Bai Yue Ling snorted, her lips curling into a mocking, playful smirk.

“You think I’m some weakling who needs a guide to clear a dungeon?”

***

Meanwhile, in Third Princess Viki’s chambers, Aiya sat upright, quietly guarding her side.

Though she’d embarked on the path of Dark Fall, Aiya remained Viki’s personal guard, tasked with protecting her day in and day out, meaning she could no longer accompany Bai Yue Ling as before.

Aiya felt a pang of regret over this.

If only Little White could corrupt Her Highness too, then we’d all be one big family…

Viki, sipping red tea across from her, asked casually, 

“Aiya, who do you think will win between those two Otherworld Travelers?”

Aiya answered without hesitation, “Little White.”

“Oh? You trust that Priest so much?” 

Viki raised an elegant brow, her fingers tracing circles on the table. 

“Come to think of it, I don’t even know how you two met.”

“Well, that day I saw a little Priest being chased by a huge mob…”

Aiya began recounting her prepared story. 

As she spoke, her gaze was unwittingly drawn to Viki’s fingers.

Viki’s fingers kept circling the table, their graceful movements radiating an odd, captivating charm that Aiya couldn’t tear her eyes from.

As time passed, Aiya’s resolute gaze grew weary, her eyelids drooping irresistibly, her mind drifting into a haze…

Thud!

Aiya slumped onto the table, fast asleep.

Across from her, Viki’s smile vanished. 

Her crimson hair stirred without wind, her eyes sharp like a seasoned predator’s.

“Aiya, let’s see if there’s really something wrong with your mind.”