The Handbook for Completing Demi-Human Girls

Chapter 652: Scar

"The punishment is, putting the food on Fisher's body, and then like this, whether it is you or the dinner, I can eat them both, right?"

"..."

When Elizabeth spoke this sentence, Fisher couldn't help but gulp down a mouthful of saliva, immediately following which his whole body stiffened up.

How he wished this was merely a joking remark from Elizabeth. This way, when he raised his head in disbelief to look at Elizabeth, he would only see a "hahaha just teasing you" expression, rather than the current expectant and passionate "where to start eating" expression Elizabeth had.

This forced Fisher to accept a reality: Elizabeth, seemed to be serious.

Having been immersed in greedily demanding and wanting to eat all the cute and beautiful females... Fisher finally recalled, the fear of being eaten.

"Wait a minute, Elizabeth..."

Watching Elizabeth gently lick her lips, already able to see her oral cavity secreting saliva due to hunger, Fisher had no choice but to reach out his hand attempting to stop this absurd behavior.

"Don't you feel this is very dirty? No matter what, putting food on my body is too..."

"Mm, if Fisher says it like this..."After hearing Fisher's dissuasion, Elizabeth rubbed her chin appearing somewhat hesitant, which made Fisher's inner heart rejoice slightly.

Great, it seemed his persuasion worked.

But before his joy lasted more than a second, Elizabeth's face reddened slightly, and her smile became increasingly weird.

"In that case, then Fisher hurry and take a bath with me. I'll have Diane deliver the food over. This way we can eat while washing, and also ensure it's completely clean, whether it's Fisher or the food is like this..."

No, didn't this sound even weirder?

Fisher's face darkened, even visualizing the evil scene of Elizabeth washing the ingredients while washing, then paving the ingredients onto his body one by one...

No no no, this was completely a scenario that couldn't be described, couldn't be imagined.

Persuading by shifting the focus and looking for excuses seemed to be completely ineffective already. At this kind of time, would bringing up straight talk have a better effect?

"...Sorry, Elizabeth, the truth is I can't accept this."

"But, if Fisher can accept it, can it still be considered a punishment?"

"..."

Ah, what she said made so much sense.

Fisher was slightly stunned, looking at the Elizabeth before his eyes. He saw her tilt her head, speaking with childish innocence like a naive and innocent child, apparently seeking the meaning of the so-called "punishment."

Yet a second later, her innocence completely broke down again, turning into an insatiable evil smile.

That thought of coveting Fisher's wonderful body was already abundantly clear. It turned out she had long seen through Fisher's thoughts previously, to the point of not even wanting to virtuously conceal it anymore.

She just wanted to eat Fisher's body like eating delicious food, enjoying the exquisite taste she had waited for so long yet never tasted and swallowed...

What to do, Fisher?

Fisher was slightly stunned, and then let out a sigh. Under Elizabeth's gaze, he surprisingly suddenly took the initiative to meet her, grabbing her wrist with one hand, simultaneously pinching her chin.

Oh?

Surprisingly not escaping to mediate with herself, but instead taking the initiative to meet... hmm...

Just as Elizabeth thought this, Fisher's proactive kiss suddenly interrupted her train of thought.

It was completely different from her excessively occupying his lips when he was asleep. If that kiss was merely emptily possessing his body, then this right now was more like possessing his soul.

That proactively, slightly trembling blooming passion, instantly made her recall that afternoon at eighteen years old in the library of the Royal Academy.

She still remembered back then she merely smilingly sized up the Fisher reading a book beside her. He stared at the book, but under the rendering of the cicada chirps and sunlight outside the window, she keenly detected the slightly rising temperature on his face, his slightly surging Adam's apple, and the flickering gaze occasionally looking at her.

It turned out he would also be shy just by her looking at him?

Truly a cute reaction.

Then, what if I lean closer? What will happen?

The naive Elizabeth at that time perhaps merely wanted to tease that Fisher who was insensitive to romance, thus smilingly brought her lovely face closer to him unconsciously.

She didn't realize that amidst her concentrated sizing up, the body fragrance on her poured into Fisher's nasal cavity more and more frequently, and her scorching breath increasingly obviously patted upon Fisher's skin, making him increasingly nervous.

Thus, at that moment, the youthful and green Fisher finally had blood rush to his head, no longer able to hold back as he turned his head gently pinching Elizabeth's chin, and gently kissed her lips.

Of course, the shy first kiss was more like a dragonfly lightly touching the water surface, lightweight. Even recalling it now, it was still unknown whether that brief skin-to-skin contact exceeded one second or not.

But that feeling, that feeling of heartbeat accelerating, that electrifying slightly numbing bewildered blankness, was like the ripples rippling out after a dragonfly touched the water, spreading all along throughout the lengthy years until now.

"Smack..."

At this moment, Elizabeth whose chin was pinched by Fisher for a kiss had her eyes tremble slightly. She inevitably had her figure become soft bit by bit, before him unable to support herself like water. Fortunately Fisher had quick eyes and quick hands reaching out to support her waist, only then avoiding her producing further reactions.

But even so, when the lips parted, Elizabeth still inevitably had her breathing become heavier, looking somewhat blurrily at the Fisher before her eyes.

At this moment, when Fisher spoke again,

"Elizabeth, let's be a bit normal, okay? Eat food first..."

"...Okay."

The pitiable Elizabeth was evidently already struck by the being at a loss from more than ten years ago, played in the palm of the hateful Fisher's hands, surprisingly silently repealing the punishment she just spoke of.

But obviously neither of them would feel this way. Because in the eyes of the current Elizabeth there was only the other party, she just wanted to possess him, unable to care about formalities anymore.

She panted a breath of air, reluctantly rubbing her own scorching face, and then waved her hand. Some kind of light signaling to the Cardinals was transmitted from her fingernails.

Inlaid on her fingers were one or two manicures with red as the base and gold as decoration. It looked like it wasn't purely for aesthetics, but also provided Elizabeth a concealed method to control Cardinals.

After shaking her finger, she pressed one hand onto Fisher's chest. Instantly a tremendous force transmitted over, shoving him forcing him to retreat all the way.

"I have already let Diane deliver the food over shortly..."

Elizabeth panted, pushing Fisher towards her boudoir step by step. Immediately after, with one swoop she pushed him onto the soft bed, pinning him beneath her body.

She licked her red lips, her right hand pressing down on the Fisher beneath her, while her left hand heroically and valiantly undid the complex hair knot behind her directly with one hand. The next moment, her supple long golden hair flowed straight down like a waterfall, gently patting her back along with the force of falling, like a Goddess of Beauty descending.

"As for now, obediently let me eat you, Fisher."

"Can't we finish eating food first? You also wouldn't want Diane to bump into us shortly right? I don't mind, she can't see me anyway. Just afraid she will suspect you making some strange sounds alone, and then let her imagination run wild?"

Elizabeth's golden eyes shook dangerously. She sneered and said.

"Diane is a smart person, knowing what shouldn't be looked at and what shouldn't be listened to. Because once she does this, I will very likely gouge her eyes out."

"This is too cruel..."

"You don't like it?"

"I don't like it."

"..."

Elizabeth squinted her eyes looking at Fisher, then smiled, complying with him saying.

"Okay, listen to you, I will change."

"Then after finishing eating..."

"No."

"I am currently in an ordinary person state. If I don't eat I will be very hungry, having no strength. Always cannot just make the ox plow the field, but not let the ox eat grass right?"

This is a lie.

To do this kind of thing Fisher absolutely didn't need to eat food and would still be brimming with energy, there absolutely wouldn't be a situation of "cannot plow the field without eating grass".

It's just that Diane's situation was special. He couldn't act like Elizabeth ordering her around as a personal servant bearing the burden of office willingly, always should be a bit careful.

In addition, Fisher actually also had a bit of words he wanted to speak with Elizabeth, so he wouldn't wait until the Sage Time afterwards to open his mouth.

Fortunately, Elizabeth still trusted Fisher, not to mention the reason he raised was indeed unrefutable.

Thus after hesitating for a moment, she still sighed gently letting go of the hand pressing on Fisher's chest, moving away from his body, and laying beside him.

The golden long hair beside spread out. She gently covered her own face with her hands, only revealing one golden eye, and still said.

"After finishing eating is the ultimatum, cannot delay anymore... Or is it that, Fisher you simply don't want to?"

Upon speaking to the end, Elizabeth's voice also bizarrely became calm. And the more calm, the more dangerous.

Laying beside her, Fisher turned his head looking at her, smilingly said.

"How could I? Without keeping it from you, at eighteen I thought about this matter more than once."

"...Then back then why were you still like a little chick? I remember I hinted at you more than once, or is it that you completely didn't understand my hints?"

"No, I understood."

"Then..."

Fisher looked at the lights on the ceiling, his gaze profound.

"It's just that, I felt the me back then didn't yet have the ability to take responsibility for you. Looking back with hindsight it was indeed so. After a problem occurred, the first thing I thought of unexpectedly was to escape, to choose to stay away, instead of facing it... Just like the prince in 'The Tale of Revenge'."

"'The Tale of Revenge'?"

"Ah," Fisher laughed and said, "That prince, in order to evade the risk of assassinating the enemy country, found so many reasons and excuses, even he himself couldn't realize this might be inner compensation. Actually thinking back and forth, how could the me back then not be like this? Because subconsciously wanting to escape confronting your powerful family that opposed us being together, when that matter happened, I was more like finally finding an excuse to flee, turning around and leaving..."

Elizabeth blinked, yet stopped his guilt. She and Fisher always had telepathy. Of course she knew he might have had such thoughts back then, but this was not the main reason for his escape.

She knew, back then he was truly frightened by her.

But, bringing this matter up, she had countless grievances to pour out.

"Fisher, I know you were still frightened by me haha, actually it's not hard to imagine. An Eldest Princess so good and gentle to you, at her birthday banquet, a girl looking like she was tortured by her to the point of breaking down, using a trembling manner, using a tone of discarding her own dignity to beg you, apologizing to you and swearing to never approach you again, only begging to let that Eldest Princess not torture her anymore... You probably would also suspect you misjudged the person, especially after you questioned me I still remained silent giving tacit consent..."

Elizabeth clenched her teeth, even the hand grasping the bedding had popping veins. As if until now she still wanted to hack that damn girl into a thousand pieces.

"But this matter I don't regret, Fisher. I didn't torture her, she was torturing me!"

"She wanted to inform my royal father. She wanted to let Dexter know, let Godlin know their dazzling Eldest Princess had already secretly entered into a private lifelong commitment with a poor boy who looked like he had nothing, shamelessly lowering her status making Godlin suffer humiliation. It was her who mocked me with a despicable tone. She laughed at the things I carefully maintained for so long being a joke, as if she could snatch it away just by waving her hand...

"Before my coming-of-age banquet, my father and elder brother blamed me for the 'omnipotent wish' I promised you in public, cursing me for losing their face, making me retract what I said. I refused, he then slapped me on my birthday and swaggered off. Dexter put on an act coming over to comfort me, yet his implied meaning was entirely ridicule, ridiculing my taste, disparaging you as utterly worthless. While on the one hand yet also introducing other noble families to me, as if laying out the pros and cons telling me, if I married whoever among them, how Godlin would be..."

"These, were all the results resulting from that damn bitch secretly telling my family. Principal Dami'an sympathized with me, never informing my family about my life in school, yet it fell apart in a letter she effortlessly sent into the Golden Palace... How could I not hate. And when I was verbally abused by my father, humiliated by my brother, adjusting my expression to come back and participate in my birthday banquet... What I saw, however, was your gaze looking at me in disbelief... Fisher..."

Elizabeth clenched her teeth. Under Fisher's slightly stunned gaze, she just looked at herself with a sad expression like this.

As if those before couldn't hurt her, what truly broke her defenses, the last straw that crushed her, was instead his look after receiving that "letter begging for mercy."

Fisher of course understood it all. In that relationship, in that unequal relationship, actually it had always been her sheltering him from the wind and rain.

Under the burning-hot halos of the Royal Academy's legend, the Champion of the Griffin Race, the one promised by the Eldest Princess, he was completely ignorant of the pressure endured by the Elizabeth standing not far away constantly watching him.

The him back then was a youth living in an ivory tower, not knowing the wind and rain outside the ivory tower. But Elizabeth was different, she had been outside from beginning to end, gently watching the Fisher inside.

For him she confronted the kingdom's royal family, her own father and brother, bearing unknown amounts of ridicule and pressure, yet ended up in such a state in the end.

If Fisher couldn't understand, or had no conscience, perhaps he wouldn't sense the hardships within. It was just a pity, he wasn't an animal, nor was he a youth who was always inside an ivory tower. So before fleeing Naris he understood, and also regretted.

This was exactly the reason why he had never borne a grudge against Elizabeth all along, even if she committed mistakes.

Because the favored person is not qualified to discuss right and wrong.

"Sorry, I truly am... very sorry... Elizabeth..."

Fisher truly couldn't speak words. He could only stretch out his hands, tightly embracing the Elizabeth looking at him with an agonized gaze into his embrace, attempting to smooth out the piercing pain left behind in her inner heart...

But, could this kind of piercing pain truly be smoothed out?

"...It's okay, Fisher. Now, they are all already dead."

"..."

In Fisher's embrace, Elizabeth greedily seeking his scent suddenly smiled slightly. Cultivating Fisher's clothes, as if she was stating a simple fact.

"Royal Father and his doted Lensis were burned by the flames to the point not even dregs remained. While Dexter who ridiculed me, I personally, plucked his noisy head off and fed it to my dog... At least my dog wouldn't speak nonsense like him."

"..."

Elizabeth smiled, and simultaneously pressed the slightly stunned Fisher beneath her body. Within those eye sockets missing a pair of eyes, empty prosthetic eyes were flickering with tiny points of dim light.

"Now, I am the Empress of Naris, everything of mine is decided by myself."

"Now, no one can stop us from being together anymore..."

"Ding-dong~"

"Your Majesty, the food has been placed at the door for you."

At the door of the bedchamber, Diane's voice came over. After the voice stopped, and her footsteps gradually faded away, Elizabeth then confidently snapped her fingers once more, letting the Cardinals on standby outside deliver the food in.

Delicious food emitting fragrance, were pulled by Cardinals and placed beside Fisher. On it there were not only various traditional delicacies of Naris, but also quite a few sweet and fragrant fruits.

Elizabeth hooked Fisher's chin. Yet before his gaze crossed her to look at the food behind her, she carefully placed a piece of fruit onto Fisher's forehead. Like a pastry chef decorating desserts, she satisfactorily sized up her masterpiece.

"..."

Ah, this is?

Facing Fisher's widened eyes, Elizabeth picked up the fruits beside one by one continuing to place them onto his body, while also slowly pushing open the buttons at the back of her own clothing, emitting crisp "click clack" sounds.

"But ah, I truly couldn't endure having to wait until after finishing eating food to do it again. Let's start now, Fisher... hand everything of yours to me, right now, okay?"

"Ah, Elizabeth, wait..."

But it was already unquestionable. Elizabeth fiercely pounced onto his body in one swoop. While making him draw in a breath of cold air, the curtains all around also slowly fell down, suppressing the continuously spreading spring color within the room, unseen by outsiders...

But might as well return to that question asked previously...

Could that kind of piercing pain truly be smoothed out?

Probably not, because regrettably, as long as it's a wound, it will definitely leave a scar ah.