Chapter 177 : Continue
Chapter 177: Continue
“Since it’s a role reversal,” Lilia leaned close to Hera’s ear, lowering her voice as she spoke viciously, “then shouldn’t some things be swapped too?”
Hera’s eyelashes trembled slightly, a trace of confusion flashing through her eyes. “Master means…”
Lilia let out a cold laugh.
“What I mean is, tonight, I’ll be the one on top.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she didn’t give Hera any chance to react. With force in her hands, she directly pushed Hera down onto the throne.
The hard stone was obviously not as comfortable as a soft bed. Hera let out a muffled grunt, her brows slightly furrowing.
But to Lilia, that sound was practically the horn of charge.
Lilia pressed forward, bracing her hands on either side of Hera, trapping her firmly between the throne and herself.
This posture…
This angle…
Absolutely perfect!
Before, every time, she had been the one pinned against the wall, against the bed, pinned in every possible way—like a frightened little rabbit trembling helplessly.
Now it was finally her turn to be the “big bad wolf”!
Looking at the Demon Queen beneath her, whose gaze was slightly flustered and whose cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, Lilia felt like her life had reached its peak.
“What? Not talking anymore?”
Lilia reached out a finger, lightly lifting Hera’s chin in a teasing manner, forcing her to look at her.
“Weren’t you quite talkative before? Why are you mute now?”
Hera was forced to tilt her head back, those golden eyes reflecting Lilia’s current extremely arrogant expression.
She parted her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then stopped.
That hesitant, humiliated expression greatly satisfied Lilia’s twisted sense of vanity.
“Speak!”
Lilia’s courage swelled with her malice. Her finger slid down from Hera’s chin, stopping at her collarbone, lightly tracing circles.
“What do you call me?”
Hera’s body trembled slightly.
After several seconds, she finally spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz: “Mas… Master…”
Boom—
Lilia felt like a nuclear bomb had exploded in her head.
So this was the feeling of conquest?
So this was the pleasure of dragging a god down from her pedestal?
System, I give you a five-star review! This dream was so damn worth it!
Lilia’s rationality completely snapped. She was no longer satisfied with verbal teasing—she wanted something bigger.
Even if she couldn’t beat Hera, under this kind of rule suppression, she refused to believe she couldn’t deal with this woman!
“Very good.”
Lilia revealed a self-proclaimed wicked and domineering smile.
She lowered her head, her gaze lingering over those vividly red thin lips.
In reality, what came out of that mouth was either poison or icy words. Even when it occasionally kissed her, it was domineering enough to suffocate.
Today, she would taste what it was like to hold the initiative.
Lilia slowly leaned closer, her breath brushing against Hera’s face.
“Remember this, Hera.”
“In this dream, I make the rules.”
“Now, kiss me.”
This was an absolute command.
Within this Dream Instance, NPCs could not disobey the player’s instructions.
Lilia closed her eyes, eagerly waiting for those soft lips to press against hers. She had even rehearsed a hundred times in her mind how she would mock Hera’s poor technique afterward.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The expected sensation did not come.
The surrounding air seemed to grow colder.
Not the kind of cold from turning down the air conditioning, but a kind of… familiar chill that seeped from the gaps between bones—one that made her hair stand on end.
Lilia frowned.
What was going on? A bug?
She opened her eyes in confusion.
The moment she did, she almost had a heart attack on the spot.
The “maid Hera” who had been beneath her, flustered and helpless, was now quietly gazing at her.
In those golden eyes, where was there any confusion or obedience left?
What filled them was bottomless amusement, and a kind of light that made Lilia’s soul tremble with familiarity… the gleam of a predator.
The slightly drooping corners of her lips slowly curved into an extremely dangerous arc.
That half-smiling expression—Lilia would recognize it even if she turned to ashes.
It was Hera’s signature look whenever she was about to kill someone… or about to torment her until she wished she were dead.
“Something’s wrong…”
Lilia’s body stiffened. Her instinct for survival screamed at her to retreat.
But this body, which was supposed to be omnipotent in the dream, was now as if bound by a freezing spell—completely immobile.
A hand.
A slender, cold hand wearing a black silk glove slowly climbed up to the back of Lilia’s neck.
The motion was like stroking a startled kitten.
But to Lilia, it felt like the scythe of death resting against her throat.
Hera slightly raised her head, her exquisite face enlarging infinitely in Lilia’s pupils.
She didn’t kiss her.
Instead, she leaned close to Lilia’s ear.
Warm breath slipped into her ear, bringing a tingling sensation that made her scalp go numb.
Then, Lilia heard the voice that instantly dragged her into hell.
No longer the deliberately cold and obedient tone of a maid.
“Alright… Lilia Master.”
“Since you want to be on top so badly…”
“Then when you wake up later, don’t cry and beg me to stop.”
???!!!
Wake… up?
Lilia’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Before her overloaded brain could process this massive amount of information, a strong sense of weightlessness suddenly struck.
The scene before her shattered like a mirror.
The obsidian throne, maid-outfit Hera, the luxurious palace… all turned into countless points of light and dispersed.
What replaced it was boundless darkness.
“Ahhhhhhh!!!!”
Reality.
Bedchamber of the Palace of Eternal Night.
On the luxurious bed, the silver-haired girl who had been tightly asleep suddenly let out a short, terrified scream, her entire body jolting upright as if electrocuted.
Lilia gasped for breath, cold sweat instantly soaking through her silk nightgown.
Her heart was still pounding wildly in her chest, as if it would leap out the next second.
It was a dream…
A dream…
Thank goodness it was a dream…
Lilia patted her chest in lingering fear, that sense of being dominated not yet fading.
Too terrifying.
That gaze was too terrifying.
System, you scammer! What happened to absolute control?! Why can NPCs awaken?!
Lilia wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, just about to get out of bed and drink some water to calm herself.
Suddenly, her movements froze.
Because she felt something wrapped around her waist.
Warm.
Strong.
And… tight.
Like a rusty robot, Lilia slowly, mechanically turned her head.
By the faint moonlight filtering in from outside the window—
She saw a pair of golden eyes glowing brilliantly in the darkness.
Hera lay on her side beside her, one hand supporting her head, the other wrapped around Lilia’s waist.
That expression on her face perfectly overlapped with the one from the end of the dream.
“Awake?”
Hera’s voice carried a trace of laziness from just waking up, yet it made Lilia feel as if she had fallen into an ice abyss.
“Perfect timing.”
Hera smiled slightly, revealing stark white teeth.
“What we didn’t finish in the dream…”
“Shall we continue now?”