I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 715 - 270: Settling the Empress, Battling the Imperial Consort Again! Talking in sleep is a bad habit!

Chen Mo carried the Empress, who was both a lightweight and loved drinking, into the bedroom.

Her flushed face leaned against Chen Mo’s chest, mumbling indistinctly about wanting to battle Yu Youhan three hundred more rounds, whoever surrenders first would be a puppy, and so on...

Arriving at the bedside, Chen Mo gently laid her down.

He reached out to remove her palace shoes, revealing a pair of feet as delicate as carved jade, his fingertips inadvertently brushing across the arch, causing her exquisite feet to reflexively flinch.

"It tickles~"

"..."

Seeing the Empress in such disheveled clothing, it was clear she wouldn’t sleep comfortably like this.

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment before deciding to untie her waist sash, sliding off her light gauze dress, revealing a figure as perfect as a work of art.

Before heading to Changning Pavilion, the Empress was about to go to bed, wearing only a red undergarment beneath.

Golden threads embroidered a phoenix threading through peonies on the dark red brocade fabric, held up by only two straps on her shoulders, which rippled with her restless tossing.

Her long legs were crossed, clearly showing their outline through her short skirt.

"So Her Majesty was already..."

Chen Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he suppressed his heated thoughts.

He pulled up a nearby thin quilt to cover the Empress, preparing to leave.

However, just as he was getting up, a delicate hand pulled on his large hand. Turning his head, he saw the Empress looking at him with drunken eyes, murmuring, "Little thief, where are you going?"

Chen Mo said, "It’s getting late; Your Majesty should rest early. I should also return."

The Empress disagreed, saying, "It’s already this hour, you can’t leave the palace, so you might as well sleep here. Isn’t it usually like this?"

"But..."

Chen Mo was a little hesitant, knowing the Imperial Consort was still tied up outside...

"If you leave, I can’t sleep. Stay here, okay?" The Empress shook his arm, her voice soft and coquettish, almost turning his bones to jelly.

Every time she got drunk, the Empress was especially clingy.

Perhaps the alcohol revealing her true nature, she was completely different from her usual dignified and majestic self...

Chen Mo had no choice but to nod, "Alright, then I won’t leave."

"Little thief is the best!"

The Empress beamed, radiant and charming, brightening the dim room.

Chen Mo laid down beside her, her soft and delicate body instantly clung to him, her delicate head resting on his chest, arms hugging his waist, legs entwining with his thigh, showing a comforting smile.

"Little thief, you smell really nice~"

At this moment, the Empress suddenly remembered something, looking up to ask, "By the way, where’s Yu Youhan? Did you let her escape?"

Chen Mo cleared his throat and said, "Rest assured, Your Majesty, Consort Yu has already been subdued by me, thoroughly bowing to your skirt, ensuring she will always be beneath you."

"That’s more like it."

The Empress nodded with satisfaction, puffing out her chest, "What’s beneath or above? I’m naturally bigger than her!"

Indeed...

Chen Mo glanced over and expressed his agreement.

Originally, he planned to coax the Empress to sleep first and then quietly leave to untie Consort Yu.

But after a few idle chats, the Empress became more energetic, her eyes sparkling like glass.

"Little thief, you were so rough earlier, it hurt a lot..." Her pout was so high it could hang an oil can.

Chen Mo said helplessly, "I was simply following orders."

Just now, if he had only hit the Imperial Consort and not the Empress, the Imperial Consort would surely have blown up afterward, so he had to be fair...

Anyway, he had had a good time, judging from their reactions, it seemed both enjoyed it...

"I don’t care, since you made a move, you must accept punishment." The Empress puffed her cheeks angrily.

Chen Mo asked, "How would Your Majesty like to punish me?"

The Empress bit her finger in thought, then said, "Then... then you will have to massage me, until it doesn’t hurt anymore."

"..."

Faced with such a punishment, Chen Mo gladly accepted.

His right arm went around her waist, resting on her plumpness, and began gently massaging.

Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the delicate touch filling his palm.

The Empress’ cheeks flushed, her breath a little hurried, leaning powerlessly in Chen Mo’s embrace.

"Little thief..."

"Does it still hurt, Your Majesty?"

"It doesn’t hurt anymore, just feels a bit strange..."

"Shall we stop here?"

"No, continue for a while longer..."

The Empress looked at him with wet eyes, softly asking, "You also hit Consort Yu’s... um, whose feels better between the two of us?"

?

Is this a competition too?

Though both had their merits and were hard to distinguish, but Chen Mo, being the sly one, obviously wouldn’t answer like that. He replied solemnly, "Naturally, Her Majesty’s feels better, delicate and smooth, full of elasticity, unforgettable after one touch, truly the pinnacle in the world of derrières."

The Empress was slightly flustered by his flattery, but inwardly delighted, she pecked his lips, humphing, "You did well. If you dared to say Yu Youhan’s was better, I’d never let you touch again."

Chen Mo smiled but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the sound of drumming outside, his expression froze.

Oh no, he almost forgot, the Imperial Consort is still outside!

It was already midnight hour; if he delayed further, there would be real trouble!

But seeing the Empress in such a state, escaping wouldn’t be easy...

"I must make it quick!"

Thinking this, Chen Mo’s breath stopped holding back, grabbing tightly, and the fiery aura of Fallen Form Fire surged forth.

?!

The Empress’ body suddenly trembled, her eyes widened, "Li-Little thief?!"