novelraw Chapter 233 : Chapter 233
Chapter 233 : Chapter 233
Volume 4, Chapter 21 – Sharing the Same Blanket
As a princess of the Forest of the Elves, Astrid had received etiquette training for banquets and balls. She wasn’t unfamiliar with alcoholic beverages. Though she couldn’t be called a heavy drinker, she could hold her liquor better than those new to it.
However, Elves as a race had never been fond of alcohol. Many noble Elves only learned drinking etiquette for appearances and to avoid being rude at feasts, so naturally, their alcohol tolerance wasn’t anything remarkable.
Having a bottle shoved into her mouth and forced down her throat, Astrid felt her stomach churn violently. The food she’d eaten earlier clashed with the alcohol inside her, slamming against the lining of her stomach like a brawl, forcing her to want to vomit everything out.
But that would’ve been far too humiliating. Combined with the sensation of wanting to vomit but being unable to, she hunched over the table, dry-heaving for a long while, her expression utterly pained.
Wenfu put down her little utensils and scurried over to Astrid, taking small, careful steps. Like a considerate little cotton jacket, she gently patted Astrid’s back.
When the kitty girl looked up, she met Teresa’s intoxicated, alluring eyes. The rising drunkenness caused her gaze to blur and glow with seductive charm. That look, when cast on Wenfu, carried a mischievous smile.
Drunkenness did not diminish Teresa’s beauty—it wasn’t even a debuff. Instead, the contrast from her usual demeanor made her all the more bewitching.
“Na-na, Wenfu, do you want to have a little fun too~?”
“Mm! Mew-mew.” Wenfu pitifully stepped back, her fuzzy little cat ears twitching. Her teary, hazy eyes were filled with innocence and helplessness.
“Wenfu, don’t let it get too warm…”
“Ah-reh? Little Wenfu’s being naughty~ Can’t be a bad girl, okay?” Teresa’s flushed face was tinged with a rosy glow. She tilted her head slightly, her satin-like golden hair sliding down along her collarbone.
“Meow~!” Shivering in fear, the Wenfu Limited Edition.
“All right, Teresa, enough already. Wenfu is still young; she can’t drink,” Felicia spoke up just in time to intervene.
“Ah-la, fine~ Then, Classmate Felicia, how about you drink with me instead?”
“You’re definitely drunk. It’s my fault—I shouldn’t have suggested we drink. I’m sorry.”
“Ah ya, how many times do I have to say it?” Teresa frowned, her large, white fruits swaying with her movements like two elastic jelly molds, radiating excessive sensuality.
“I’m not drunk, okay!” Teresa said stubbornly.
“Let’s keep drinking—hic! Weren’t you boasting earlier about how great your tolerance was~? Now you’ve only had a few cups and you’re already fading? Classmate Felicia, you’re just a total scrub~ Afraid I’ll knock you flat on the ground and you won’t be able to get back up? Tsk tsk, how disgraceful.”
Felicia’s mouth twitched. She knew Teresa was spouting drunken nonsense, but still—
Teresa pretended to cover her mouth, but her glittering eyes were full of mockery, and her lips curled with ridicule and teasing. Being mocked like this made Felicia extremely displeased.
They said drunken words revealed sober thoughts. Things unsaid due to social constraints and self-restraint were often exposed after drinking. But why did Felicia feel like Teresa turned into a completely different person after getting drunk??
“Na, Classmate Astrid, get up, get up, let’s keep drinking~” With flushed cheeks, the golden-haired Elf helped the still dry-heaving Astrid back into her seat.
“Hey, hey, trash woman, that’s enough—Astrid can’t drink anymore,” Yimi finally couldn’t watch and spoke up.
“What are you saying, little Yimi~? This is far from over.”
“Don’t call me little Yimi. That’s disgusting.” Yimi said with utter disdain.
“Here we go.” Teresa refilled Astrid’s and Felicia’s glasses again, raised her own cup, and downed it in one shot.
Felicia frowned slightly. She was truly afraid Teresa would keep downing glass after glass until her brain fried itself.
Finishing her full glass in one gulp, Felicia exhaled a long breath filled with alcohol.
This wine had an incredibly strong after-effect. Even she couldn’t fully resist it. Cup after cup like this—this method of drinking would wear down even someone with ancient dragon blood.
Glancing at the silver-haired Elf dazed in drunkenness, then at the golden-haired Elf going wild, Felicia sighed deeply.
If only she hadn’t let Teresa drink.
So-called drinking culture in the Whiteglass Kingdom was usually pretty mild. Only hard-core drinkers ignored social etiquette to chug like this.
At this rate, a hangover till tomorrow morning?
No—more like till tomorrow afternoon!
“Wenfu, how about tomorrow when you go to school, you give our teacher a message for us—say the three of us aren’t feeling well and need to take a half-day off.” Knowing this drinking spree would end in disaster, Felicia wisely began entrusting Wenfu with her “final wishes.”
“Mew-mew, got it.”
“Classmate Astrid, you can’t be a bad girl, okay?” Seeing that Astrid hadn’t moved at all, Teresa cradled her wine glass and gently pinched Astrid’s chin with her delicate fingers, slowly pouring the crimson liquid into the dazed, glassy-eyed silver-haired girl’s mouth.
“Ugh!” The bitter taste exploded across her tongue, causing Astrid’s pupils to contract sharply. She almost spat it out instinctively, but Teresa gently pinched her lips closed.
“Drink it all—no spilling, okay~?”
“Wasting food is shameful, you know.”
“Astrid’s not a bad girl, right?”
“Glug-glug~” Teresa’s voice, both tender and slightly threatening, made Astrid’s resistance waver. The plea from the one she loved softened her heart, and she obediently began to gulp down the nauseating liquid bit by bit, making small gulping sounds.
Felicia watched this scene with a flash of sympathy in her eyes, but she was powerless to stop it.
“Good girl, good girl~ Drank it all down. As expected of Astrid—a very obedient girl.”
“You did so well, so here’s another full glass for you as a reward, okay~?”
“What’s with that look? Classmate Astrid, are you saying you don’t want to listen to me either? Hmph, how naughty.” Seeing the pitiful puppy-like gaze of the silver-haired girl, Teresa smiled without an ounce of sympathy. She gently lifted Astrid’s chin to make her look at her.
“That’s so mean. I poured this myself for Classmate Astrid. Are you saying you want to reject me—reject my feelings~?”
“I-I didn’t…” Seeing Teresa cradle her face like she was heartbroken, Astrid hastily replied.
“Then… this glass~?”
Astrid gulped with difficulty, her violet eyes welling with starlit tears as she fought the nausea. With trembling hands, she picked up the glass, glanced once more at Teresa’s perfect smile, and, all the while looking at her, downed the nearly overflowing drink.
“Ughhh…” Poor Astrid, emotionally manipulated by Teresa, had just downed far more than she could physically tolerate.
Completely overwhelmed, she finally collapsed onto the table, unable to fight anymore.
“Nope, Classmate Astrid, you’re not allowed to collapse just yet.” Teresa cupped Astrid’s face. The blank, intoxicated gaze clearly showed she was no longer combat-effective.
However, Teresa still didn’t seem satisfied.
“Already can’t drink anymore? You’re so hopeless.” Teresa raised her glass and took a sip herself.
But she didn’t swallow it right away. Instead, cradling Astrid’s flawless face, her gem-like eyes shimmered with emotion, and then...
Petals met petals. Wine like blood spilled over the corners of their lips, flowing gently like sap.
Felicia was shocked. Before Wenfu could witness the scene, Yimi covered her eyes while muttering things like “see no evil” and “cradle robbing,” which Wenfu couldn’t understand at all.
Astrid’s eyes widened. Even though her senses were dulled by alcohol, she could still see that peerless face inches away, feel the soft warmth pressing against her lips.
Her Highness Teresa—she actually… actually?!...
In her daze, Astrid couldn’t tell whether this was real or a dream, whether it was really a succubus’s kiss, like the wine’s name.
Pointy ears, blushing cheeks, seductive charm, and a mesmerizing tranquility.
Maybe... maybe it really was a succubus who kissed her?
Unable to distinguish reality from illusion, Astrid began to give in to instinct and started responding to Teresa.
Teresa cupped her cheeks, and Astrid, in turn, wrapped her arms around Teresa’s slender waist. The two moved together seamlessly, as if they’d done this kind of flirtation many times before.
Naturally, the wine in their mouths was also swallowed during their clumsy exchange.
“Thanks for the treat, Classmate Astrid~” After a long, lingering moment, Teresa wiped the remaining wine and mysterious fluids from her lips and gently released the thoroughly drunk Astrid.
“Na-na, Classmate Felicia.”
“…What now?” Felicia finally snapped out of it.
“I think just drinking isn’t enough fun—we should add a little something extra.”
“What ‘something extra’?” Felicia suddenly had a very bad feeling.
“Like this~ We’ll play a drinking game with rock-paper-scissors. If I lose, I’ll reveal a secret about myself. But if you lose...” Teresa’s smile turned sly.
“I’ll expose one of Classmate Felicia’s secrets~”
Dun dun DUN!
“Ah-reh? A secret? What secret?” Wenfu looked at Teresa, then at Felicia, puzzled.
Felicia has a secret? What kind of secret would she keep from them?
Felicia was reaching her limit.
Drunk people really could do anything.
This wasn’t an Elf anymore—just stick a heart-shaped tail on her and she’d pass for a succubus!
“Well then, shall we begin?”
“Enough! Stop it, Teresa. We’re all drunk, and Wenfu is still watching—this really doesn’t look good…”
“Classmate Felicia isn’t planning to forfeit and admit defeat, is she?”
“I…” Felicia tried to protest, but a wave of dizziness hit her, shattering her composure.
“Oh no…” The aftershock of the Succubus’s Kiss had kicked in!
She was getting drunk, too.
“Teresa, stop it.”
“Just so you know, if Classmate Felicia gives up, I’ll go right ahead and spill her little~ se~cret~”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t want the rest of the team to know that you’re actually a… you know~?”
Felicia clutched her forehead. The alcohol had impaired her rational thinking, and she was on the brink of collapse.
Now, no one could stop Teresa.
Just then, a soft arm snaked around Teresa’s waist from behind and pulled her down into someone’s lap.
“Eh-eh?” Teresa tilted her head, shivering as something stroked the back of her neck and shoulders, tickling her unbearably.
“Teresa…” The silver-haired Elf hugged her from behind, refusing to let her get up. Her violet eyes shimmered with sultry warmth.
“So fragrant… so fragrant…” Clinging to Teresa’s shoulder, the silver-haired Elf greedily inhaled her scent, cheeks flushed—unclear whether from drunkenness or infatuation.
“Oh my? Classmate Astrid, you’re not drunk yet?”
“Mm…” Astrid didn’t answer. She suddenly stood up, still hugging Teresa, her dazed eyes searching—until they found a bed big enough to fit several people.
Target locked. Without a word, she dragged Teresa toward the bed, pinned her down, and leaned in. The two delicate bodies pressed together, and their ample chests collided and squished against each other.
“Mnnn…” Teresa whimpered in discomfort, trying to push the drunk silver-haired girl off her. They rolled across the bed, changing positions, still entangled.
Having drunk too much, Teresa was dazed and weak. She couldn’t fight back and just flailed randomly.
“You two…” Felicia got up and instinctively tried to separate them—only to be yanked into bed by Teresa.
“Ugh…” As soon as she hit the soft mattress, sleepiness overwhelmed her. Teresa’s arms snaked around her back.
Felicia tensed. On one side, the scent of roses and lavender from Astrid’s hair; on the other, the aroma of mint and herbs from Teresa’s body. Only then did she realize she was sandwiched between them. After a round of bed-rolling, both Elves—one gold, one silver—were utterly exhausted.
“Classmate Felicia, I’m so sleepy…”
“Good night~”
Pinned between two breathtaking Elven girls, Felicia couldn’t move. Sleepiness surged…
The two Elves held hands, heads resting together, drifting off to sleep. Felicia lay between their soft pillows, bathed in sweet-smelling shampoo.
The scent of flowers and spices filled her chest with peace.
Felicia’s eyelids grew heavy. Though pressed between them, she felt no discomfort—only a strange, blissful contentment.
She too had them, but never realized they could be this soft. That sleeping on them could be this comfortable.
Just before she drifted off, she had one final thought:
Maybe… it wouldn’t be so bad to sleep like this forever…