The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 645: Golden House

Under the cover of the blindfold, when Fisher's vision was ruthlessly blocked, his remaining senses became exceptionally sharp. Now, he could only feel his body being caressed and hear Elizabeth's sounds of demand. That feeling of seemingly having turned into a delicacy on the dining table of a thirsty and hungry person made him unable to help but tremble a bit, thus he hurriedly spoke.

"Wait a minute, Elizabeth, isn't it still morning now?"

"Mm-mm..."

It was clearly a proper persuasion, yet for some unknown reason, it appeared so pale in front of Elizabeth at this moment, as if what Fisher said was another language she couldn't understand at all. This caused her to continue demanding from Fisher on her own as if she hadn't heard anything.

Her court dress for the morning was the standard layered long skirt style of the Golden Palace. The heavy, wide outer hem of the skirt pressed down largely onto Fisher's body like a quilt, while the high-quality silk stockings below felt slightly rough, constantly rubbing across Fisher's body, causing his persuasion to fail and instead, due to the rich fragrance and sense of oppression before his eyes, he...

"Heheh, it's very honest here, Fisher..."

"..."

In front of his eyes, Elizabeth's laughter that seemed to have succeeded rang by his ears like a magic spell. Fisher gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and the muscles on his body tensed up slightly, outlining his well-exercised lines.

Thus, the sound of gulping saliva was then emitted from Elizabeth's throat.

She seemed to jump for joy a little. The subtle sound of the layers of long skirts on her body having their buttons undone also seemed heavy at this moment, just like her panting."Then, it's also time to eat the main course. These years you were outside, you must have been greedily doing those wanton things, right? That bird person from before? I still remember that voice. That Turan family cripple... You've done it with her, haven't you?"

"..."

Fisher opened his mouth and was just about to explain, but Elizabeth was like an experienced interrogator who had long seen through his disguise, making him collapse under her heavy desire before he could react.

Originally, he thought that his desire, which had been enhanced by the Demi-Human Completion Handbook, was already unparalleled in the world. Who knew that in front of Elizabeth, who had suppressed hers for an unknown amount of time, he still seemed a bit inferior by comparison.

At this moment, he couldn't help but want to ask, if human desire is only physiological hormones, then where will the future of humanity go? What is the mystery of the universe? And what is the meaning of a person living? What prompts us to live in this universe? Is it really just for that extremely brief physical pleasure?

But clearly, these questions were not what Elizabeth going to ponder on, because Fisher obviously felt her sense of oppression getting heavier and heavier, gradually reaching a white-hot state from the initial ordinary buildup, showing a trend of comprehensive white-heat.

Of course, Fisher wasn't some great saint who didn't want to do these bad things, but he subconsciously felt that everything hadn't been clearly explained to her yet, and therefore it was a bit inappropriate.

"Elizab—"

"It's okay, I will make you have no extra energy to think about other things later. Afterwards, everything of Fisher's there will be mine, and there will be no time for rest, until we have many children. We will educate them well and choose the most suitable one among them to be my successor..."

In the darkness, the words transmitted within Elizabeth's heavy panting seemed to bring out a little bit of light. At this moment, her long golden hair that was originally tied behind her head had clearly broken free of its bindings, flowing down like trickles of icy spring water, hitting Fisher's neck and cheeks, making him unable to distinguish the nature of whether it was tears or hair.

She shouldn't have cried, but why would her eye rims still redden because of him?

Was it because he had given her hope?

He opened his mouth and just wanted to say something, but suddenly from the tightly closed door came a burst of light knocking.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Your Majesty?"

Elizabeth still disregarded everything, just lowered her head and clasped Fisher's wrist wanting to advance further, but the knocking sound from the door behind continued.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Your Majesty?"

"So noisy!"

Elizabeth was truly annoyed. The next moment she fiercely grabbed the pillow on the bed and fiercely swung and smashed it towards the tightly closed door. That lightweight pillow forcefully hit the door like a cannonball, emitting a muffled sound, instantly causing the person calling her outside the door to apologize.

"I am sorry, Your Majesty, I did not intentionally mean to disturb your rest... It is just that Your Majesty had previously arranged to meet with the Vice President of the World Magic Association today. The time is in half an hour. Does Your Majesty wish to cancel or..."

"..."

Elizabeth's throwing action paused momentarily. In the darkness, her hollow golden eyes pondered for a bit, and then bit by bit, she put down her raised hand.

"...I know, go wait outside, call me again when it's time, I want to rest a bit longer."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will order someone to make the arrangements right away."

Fisher did not recognize the voice of the person outside, but he still sensed the prelude to her ceasing drums and resting, thus he spoke again, causing her already unstable desire to drop down another level.

"Who is outside?"

Elizabeth turned her head, leaned down her body, and lovingly sized up Fisher covered by the blindfold. Yet looking was not enough; she still had to reach out her hand to gently caress his cheek, saying while caressing.

"It's Diane, my Inner Court Official Head. All matters within the Golden Palace are arranged by her... The stubble here on your face needs to be shaved, it pricks."

Saying so, the hand she used to caress Fisher moved up bit by bit from his lips, until it pushed aside the blindfold sealing him, revealing a pair of black eyes below that had long been opened.

Awakening in the darkness, what quickly caught his eye was that Elizabeth Godlin with slightly messy beautiful golden hair, yet still young and beautiful. The court dress on her body had also mostly scattered due to the craziness just now, revealing the complicated-styled inner lining inside.

"Elizabeth..."

Making eye contact with Fisher for not even a second, she somewhat fondly lowered her head and kissed Fisher's eyes, making him sigh speechlessly. It seemed that having known so many ladies, the one who was this covetous was still only Elizabeth.

Except this perhaps wouldn't count as a derogatory sense. Back then, no matter how green the eighteen or nineteen-year-old Fisher was, the thirst for his lover was impossible to restrain no matter what. Even when standing together, he had to secretly hold her hand, wanting to touch her fine hair and skin...

Clearly devoid of any meaning, to the point that the thoughts in his brain hadn't even taken shape, yet his body let it do so out of liking.

Now, more than ten years had passed. The feelings entangled between them had gone through twists and turns, ultimately returning again to the most tender, youthful, and passionate appearance.

"It would also be fine to enjoy the main course tonight, right? Prepare well before then, you won't be able to escape..."

"..."

So scary.

Elizabeth looked at him deeply, and then came off him. With glowing spirits, she tore off the messy clothes on her body, not feeling embarrassed at all but instead appearing exceptionally unconstrained, revealing the full set of underwear worn underneath.

At the same time, the handcuffs binding his four limbs on Fisher's body also vanished instantly, and he regained his freedom.

This instead made Fisher somewhat surprised. He had thought that knowing Elizabeth's temperament, she would definitely lock him up twenty-four hours a day to prevent him from escaping. He had already prepared to persuade her to release him, yet didn't expect her to just do it directly like this.

Fisher sat up and rubbed his wrists. Turning his head, he saw she had come to a locked wardrobe in a corner of this enormous bedroom. After opening it with a key, it revealed neatly arranged items inside. Mostly they were tailored shirts and trousers made according to Fisher's measurements, and underneath there were also many piled-up bottles and cans.

Fisher didn't recognize what those bottles and cans were, while Elizabeth had already taken a set of clothes and draped them over her arm, then took a small bottle and a box of razor blades from underneath and came over.

"Come, Fisher, drink this, be good."

Elizabeth placed the clothes in front of him, and handed him that small bottle, making him couldn't help but ask in doubt.

"What is this?"

Elizabeth's face reddened a bit. Touching her cheek with her hand, she explained.

"It's an excellent tonic, drinking it will increase the chance of getting pregnant. I've hoarded quite a lot, you have to drink it after every meal from now on~"

"Ah?"

"Hurry and drink it, I'll conveniently have Diane send breakfast over for you..."

"..."

Fisher felt he really didn't need it. Elizabeth hadn't enjoyed him yet, naturally not knowing exactly how fierce he was. However looking at her expectant gaze now, Fisher also found it hard to refuse, so he had to reach out and accept it, while Elizabeth also turned her head with a smile to prepare the shaving blade for him.

With her back against Fisher, she came to the front of the vanity. She shook out the metal blades from the box, and while humming a song, she unpacked an unopened razor nearby and loaded a blade into it.

Clearly, these cohabitation items for Fisher had long been prepared even before his arrival. She had perhaps been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

Actually, as early as before he came back, he had anticipated that even if caught by Elizabeth, she wouldn't do anything to him. Her appeal had always been for Fisher to stay by her side, which was why he dared to stay behind like this.

The tacit understanding with her was like a remnant of the unabated age of eighteen; they still had unspeakable feelings and regrets towards each other.

It was just that when truly seeing this scene, Fisher's mood was still a bit complex.

Actually, the words he said to his mother-in-law Yali'er back then were not fake. If there wasn't the Demi-Human Completion Handbook, if he really wasn't this greedy, he perhaps really would have come back to be with Elizabeth for a lifetime.

"It's still somewhat hard to imagine that the Empress of Naris would do this kind of thing for me."

Elizabeth had already installed the razor well. Through the mirror in front of her, her golden eyes saw Fisher behind her. She cleaned up and put away the remaining blades one by one, conveniently pressing a button on the vanity that relayed commands to the maids of the inner court, and spoke softly.

"Does it mean that after I became the Empress of Naris, I am no longer Elizabeth?"

Fisher was slightly stunned, while before him, Elizabeth also turned her head and walked toward him.

"Because I am Elizabeth, therefore I am the Empress; rather than because I am the Empress, I am Elizabeth... Hurry up and put your clothes on."

"So why did you take off my clothes?"

Elizabeth smiled slightly, raising the razor in her hand, while gently pinching Fisher's chin with her other hand, she also smoothly knelt onto the bed beside Fisher.

"Because sleeping with clothes on is very uncomfortable... Moreover, I also didn't expect that you would unexpectedly have no reaction at all when asleep, not rising up at all."

Speaking to the end, a clear disappointment flowed out from Elizabeth's tone, looking purely like she had failed to succeed. No wonder she rushed back right after the morning meeting ended today without stopping to replenish "Fisher Energy."

"..."

It was quite outrageous too, it would be weird if it could rise up upon losing consciousness.

"Don't move. I already told the people below to prepare food just now. They can't see you, they probably thought my food intake went up recently, right?"

Elizabeth's words reminded Fisher again that right now, besides the ladies related to him, as well as Eimhart and the others, no existence in this world could discover him.

"Later I have to go out to discuss affairs with the Vice President of the World Magic Association. Teacher Helson's passing has struck a certain blow to Naris's magic academia. They have the intention of changing the share of Naris's participation in the World Magic Association in the future. At this kind of time, it is imperative to use the political power of the Golden Palace to interfere, otherwise the magicians of Naris roaming outside will be bullied... Mm, just have to wait a while longer. When the timing is suitable, after your identity is restored, this situation can then be alleviated."

She delicately raised the razor in her hand, cleaning the stubble off Fisher's face inch by inch, while placing her other hand under his chin to catch the falling hair for him.

"...You've considered all the way to this step, then can I still leave the Golden Palace?"

"No!"

Elizabeth's face became slightly dangerous, as if this sentence had suddenly touched her reverse scale. However in the next moment, her expression softened again. She stroked Fisher's now clean upper lip, saying softly.

"However, it's that you going out alone is not okay. If you really want to go out, I will personally take you out later, anywhere is fine. As for other times, I will satisfy whatever demands you have staying in the Golden Palace. I have already ordered all inner court officials except Diane to move back to the outer court. This way it doesn't matter how you move about in the inner court, not to mention that they intrinsically wouldn't discover you anyway. Whatever you want, just directly use my magic command console and let Diane bring it over. She won't be suspicious, she is very loyal to me..."

Speaking to the end, seeing Fisher hesitating to speak, Elizabeth again added with a smile.

"Ah, of course, the 'whatever demands' I mentioned absolutely do not include 'other women'. If you dare to bring it up, to send other women into the Golden Palace..."

"...Am I that kind of person?" Fisher sighed, having no choice but to say, "What I want to ask is, where are Helson's granddaughter Alicia and that book on her?"

"Oh, Alicia was brought back to the palace by me, she should be in the outer court right now. I can bring that trash book back to be by your side..."

Trash book?

Since when did Elizabeth's evaluation of Eimhart become so concise... No, why does it feel like she has an understanding of Eimhart?

Could it be because of Pandora's Prosthetic Eyes on her?

Speaking of which, when she previously confronted Valentina, she mentioned that she had unlocked many functions of the Prosthetic eyes. But at that time it was just a fleeting glimpse and he couldn't research much. Perhaps he could take advantage of this time to properly research the situation regarding these Prosthetic eyes.

Thinking up to here, Fisher opened his mouth and demanded.

"I want to see Alicia."

"...I said, the 'whatever demands' I mentioned do not include 'other women'."

"No, she's only five years old!"

Fisher looked at Elizabeth before him with a face full of disbelief, really suspecting whether she genuinely thought he would make a move on a five-year-old child?

That would be completely bestial, he wouldn't even cast a glance at underage ones, alright?!

"..."

"Before Teacher Helson left, I didn't have the chance to see him for the last time. He had a lot of things to tell me, so he told those things to Alicia. I need her to tell those things to me, personally."

Yet Elizabeth remained keeping her mouth shut, seeming like her sensitivity toward other females by Fisher's side had been pulled to the maximum. Even if it was Fisher's teacher's granddaughter, even if that female was only five years old, she seemingly couldn't rest assured.

This kind of omen was a double-edged sword. Looking at the good aspect, this meant Elizabeth would be very tolerant towards everything besides this; he probably didn't need to fear that Elizabeth would do other things. On the bad aspect, this was a powder keg about to explode, as could already be seen from when she previously confronted Valentina.

Seeing she was still hesitating, Fisher still gently reached out his hand, stroked her cheek, and looked into her eyes.

"Apart from this, I have no other demands, I will stay in the Golden Palace."

"..."

This sentence was like a cardiac stimulant. Elizabeth's hollow eyes swayed a bit. After pausing for a moment, she still relented.

"Alright, later I will have Alicia enter the inner court. But at night she still must return to the outer court and cannot disturb us."

"...Alright."

Fisher was somewhat not knowing whether to laugh or cry, unable to help but form a certain judgment on the intensity level of the battle situation tonight.

However now that everything was negotiated properly, Elizabeth's expression began to become joyous again. Perhaps to her, this right now was like she had built a luxurious golden house, wanting to forever hide her most beloved Fisher away so others couldn't discover him...

This feeling of possessing a lover made her feel entranced, wishing greatly to express this feeling.

He still couldn't be discovered by others, which meant, forever belonging to herself.

This was truly so wonderful...

And seeing her promise, Fisher also couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled slightly, and the hand stroking Elizabeth's cheek also unconsciously moved up bit by bit, as if wanting to touch her forehead or her hanging fine hair...

But perhaps because of this upward drive, it caused Elizabeth to mistakenly think that his hand was moving toward her eyes...

"Smack!"

In the next moment, amidst the speed of lightning and flint fire, her hand fiercely grabbed Fisher's wrist like iron pincers, subconsciously stopping his movement of approaching her eye area upwards.

"..."

Fisher opened his mouth, making eye contact with the similarly slightly stunned Elizabeth.