The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 606: Since We’re Going for Excitement

Ten thousand ters up in the air, the world was vast and distant. Even the clouds that had been lazily drifting around earlier had no idea where they’d run off to.

Although the black curtain ford from the Empire’s Emperor’s authority still covered the sky above the city below—leaking not the slightest hint of light or shadow—floating in midair with nothing solid beneath you was still a huge psychological rush.

Or rather, it wasn’t just that.

Right now, there was a silver-haired, breathtakingly beautiful girl—lips slightly wet, eyes full of teasing warmth—who was usually cold as a boundless ice field, but at this mont had turned into rippling spring water. With fingers like peeled scallions, she lightly hooked your chin and said sothing about how you looked delicious...

It was so intense his heart felt like it might explode.

"Um... Cia."

Muen forced down a swallow. Using the ntal strength he still had from his “iron-hard” period, he tried to stabilize his will and reason, smothering that rising, wicked heat inside him, and said in a shaky voice:

"I get it—right now you’re...really, really desperate. But can we do this sowhere else? Playing this intensely— even I..."

"Shut up!"

Celicia suddenly pressed a hand over Muen’s lips. The flirtatious expression on her face instantly turned ice-cold.

She glared at him, and in a stiff, old-fashioned tone said:

"I am the newly ascended Emperor of the Leopold Empire. How dare you address by na?"

"N-no... I an, you—"

"Call Your Majesty!"

"Not—what do you even want to call you..."

"Call Your Majesty!"

"..."

Alright. Trying to reason with a drunk person was completely pointless.

"Your Majesty..."

Muen obediently said it.

"Very good."

Celicia finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Then... Your Majesty..."

Muen continued, probing carefully.

"Could you please withdraw the authority you’re pressing on ? I fully understand the majesty of you as the Emperor, but being stripped of my ability to move ten thousand ters up in the air is...really making panic..."

"You’re ordering ?"

Celicia’s small face stiffened again.

"No... I’m not—"

"You dare order the Empire’s Emperor. I’m going to punish you!"

"Huh? Wait, I—"

Muen shouted in alarm, but it was too late. With a casual wave of Celicia’s slender hand, an invisible breeze swept over—and Muen’s clothes imdiately fell away on their own.

What kind of punishnt requires taking your clothes off?!

And where did she even learn such a convenient way of stripping soone?! Coach, I want to learn it too!

Muen scread that in his heart, rembering how he’d once been driven nearly insane by Lia’s complicated Saintess outfit.

No—this wasn’t the ti for that.

"C—Your Majesty, what are you trying to do?!"

Muen asked in horror, pale with shock.

"Didn’t I already say? I’m punishing you."

Celicia sat elegantly in the air.

She was tall and long-limbed, with perfect curves—like she was seated on a queen’s throne. One hand propped her cheek as she crossed her long legs and looked down at Muen’s current “indecent” state. If not for the abnormal flush still lingering on her cheeks, you might’ve thought she’d turned back into that ice-and-snow queen from before.

"Punish ? How?"

Muen’s expression grew grave. He was deeply worried about what kind of inhuman treatnt he was about to suffer.

But there was nothing he could do—he didn’t even have the power to resist. He could only accept it passively.

Sigh. It was too miserable. Just thinking about it made Muen feel so sad his heart might leap out of his chest.

"I’m going to... hm?"

At that mont, as if she’d noticed sothing, Celicia’s slender brows lifted. Her slightly unfocused gaze dropped downward as she saw—

"What are you showing off for?!"

Celicia suddenly looked genuinely angry, as if she couldn’t accept that there was still sothing in front of the Empire’s Emperor that refused to bow its head, standing there all fierce and proud!

Fine. That would be the punishnt.

Celicia suddenly stretched out those pale, slender legs of hers—long legs so perfect in every curve they looked like a gift from the gods. Her five toes, like little white stead buns, curled and flexed once, and then...

She stomped down—hard—right on that.

"Hiss..."

Muen imdiately tilted his head up toward the newborn morning sun and let out a moan—one that contained the philosophy of life, the truth of existence, and a tortured ditation on the boundary between pain and pleasure.

"Well? How’s this punishnt?"

"It’s... it’s way too intense."

"Hmph. You can’t handle even this?"

Celicia gave a cold laugh and continued to extend her little foot.

"We’re not done yet."

Stomp.

Grind.

Rub.

Trample.

Soft little feet—nimble as they moved up, down, left, and right—kept flipping and working back and forth, delivering the harshest punishnt to every single spot.

She even made a point of giving special attention to that particularly arrogant head up top, not sparing even the smallest grooves.

One foot couldn’t cover everything, so the other foot slid in too—pale, full thighs rubbing together with each movent, making the whole thing even more alluring.

Before it, even the first thing would be put through tornt like wind and rain beating down.

Under that tornt, in no ti at all Muen’s entire face scrunched up. His painful moans didn’t stop, and the body that wanted to struggle but couldn’t move at all only beca even more sensitive from the stimulation.

After a long while.

"Tch... I can’t—I’m done!"

With a low growl, the morning sun shone on the clear sky—and a rainbow suddenly hung over Muen’s lower half.

"Ugh... it’s all sticky."

Celicia pouted, lifted her little foot, then looked at Muen with a faintly smug expression.

"Well? Have you surrendered?"

"I... I surrender."

Muen panted hard. "Your Majesty, please spare ..."

"I told you—call Cia!"

"..."

"It looks like you still haven’t truly given in."

Celicia crossed her arms in displeasure. That motion only emphasized the perfect curves of her body—those two heavy fruits, though not comparable to Liya’s, still substantial enough that they looked ready to spill free at any mont.

"Look—it's not even gone soft yet."

"...That—I can’t help it. What can I say? I’m in that, uh... iron-hard phase right now."

"Then it looks like I’ll have to keep punishing you."

"K-keep punishing ?"

Muen sucked in a sharp breath.

Just the first round of punishnt had nearly sent him to heaven—if there was a second...

"And the second round is even more terrifying!"

"Even more terrifying?"

"That’s right. Because I hate anything slippery, so..."

Celicia’s expression turned even colder. Under Muen’s horrified gaze, she slowly pulled out...a pair of black stockings.

"Tch... that?"

The mont he saw them, Muen nearly sucked in so much air he could’ve caused global warming.

"Hmph. Scared now, aren’t you? The friction on this isn’t sothing bare skin can compare to."

Celicia gave a cold little laugh. She bent at the waist and leaned forward slightly. The hem of her dress—already a bit disheveled from what she’d just been doing—slid down, revealing a small, rounded portion of that ripe curve right in his line of sight.

Then, bracing the stockings open with both hands, she slipped her little foot inside, and slowly—bit by bit—wrapped the pale skin.

The boundary between pure, luminous white and glossy black kept climbing. Muen’s gaze followed it reflexively, until it vanished beneath that mysterious skirt. Only then did he look away, strangely reluctant—lingering, savoring.

"I’m done for."

Seeing this, Muen couldn’t help murmuring in misery, "There’s no way I can hold out now."

"Hmph. If you’re only realizing that now, it’s already too late."

After fitting both little feet with those terrifying instrunts of punishnt, Celicia stretched her toes out again and resud what she’d been doing—only now with sharper, more ruthless movents.

With the black stockings wrapped around them, the sensation they gave Muen was several tis stronger than before.

And because she was more practiced now, she even started pulling off higher-difficulty moves.

On top of that, Celicia was clearly enjoying herself—her slightly excited expression, and that mysterious place flashing into view with certain motions...

As ti went on, more little rainbows hung in the sky. Muen finally understood what “iron-hard” really ant: it wasn’t that it couldn’t be broken—it just hadn’t t the right whetstone.

...

...

"How did you recover again so fast?"

After who knew how long, Celicia finally got tired. A fine layer of sweat beaded across her forehead.

Annoyed, she looked at Muen—who was nearly rolling his eyes back at this point—and realized that before long, that thing that had dared disrespect her had already perked back up again.

Even black stockings couldn’t make it submit. What was she supposed to use next—high heels?

"Cough, cough... Your Majesty—no, wait, Cia... I have a suggestion about this."

Muen finally ca back to himself and spoke to Celicia with a thoroughly weak, spent look on his face.

"Oh? You have a way?"

Her Majesty the Empress lifted her small chin, still keeping that imperial authority she used on her subjects.

"Of course I do, but..."

Muen struggled a couple of tis with difficulty, then grinned.

"You’ll have to let go first. Otherwise I can’t teach you."

"...Fine, then."

Celicia wobbled her head as she thought it over. Honestly, with how clear-headed she was right now, she couldn’t co up with anything anyway—so she pointed a finger, and the restraint on Muen was released.

"What thod are you talking about?"

"Co a little closer. I’ll tell you."

"Hm?"

Celicia obediently leaned in.

And then...Muen yanked her straight into his arms.

"Mmm~"

The girl in his embrace let out a soft little hum. Her body went slightly stiff, like she was about to struggle.

But Muen had already leaned in and kissed her with practiced ease. At the sa ti, his large hand slid beneath her hem and along the smooth black stockings, going deeper and deeper—until it reached that bright, spring-warm marsh, where his touch stirred a soft, flowing ripple like running water.

Her Majesty the Empress—whose awareness was already hazy—quickly sank into that gentleness and heat. She writhed with her soft body, and those long, tight, powerful legs clamped around Muen’s hand, actively responding to his movents.

Muen took the opening and rolled over, pinning Celicia beneath him.

He braced himself up and looked at her with deep, tender intensity.

By now, Celicia’s silver hair had co loose, her dress half undone. Two perfectly shaped, playfully adorable little white rabbits were half refusing, half teasing—and great swaths of her lamb-fat-smooth skin were exposed, so sleek you couldn’t even see the faintest trace of body hair.

She didn’t have Liya’s abundant fruit, and she didn’t have his senior’s devilish curves—but sohow, every part of her was perfect, exactly as it should be.

Muen caressed her inch by inch, reluctant to let go of any place at all. No matter where it was, he couldn’t get enough.

Celicia stared at him blankly too, the spring water in her eyes looking as if it was about to evaporate into mist—enveloping Muen completely.

Brushing a thumb along the corner of Celicia’s lips, Muen finally couldn’t control himself anymore. He murmured softly, and pressed his whole body against her.

"I’ve already surrendered to you completely, my dear Queen."