The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness

“Already... this late?”

Anna stepped out from the old man’s carriage, and almost unconsciously glanced at the sky.

The crimson sunset spread dazzling afterglow across the river that had once more returned to calm, laying a brilliant hue over a city that had only just regained peace.

Time passed too quickly, almost unbelievably so—from dawn to dusk in the blink of an eye.

Part of that was because she had spent a long time conversing with the old man. But what truly made the hours vanish was what she and her junior had done beneath the Mist of the Dark Moon.

When the mind is floating on the clouds, time always seems to fly.

At the thought, Anna’s cheeks warmed.

In her twenty years of life, she had never once imagined her first time would be so intense, so thrilling.

Beneath the body of the man she loved, she had felt herself melting in beauty.

Not to mention... most of it had ended up with her taking the initiative.

“Pf, all the fault of that bad junior who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

A trace of shy annoyance flashed in Anna’s eyes, and she promptly shoved all the blame onto him.

That fleeting flare of peerless beauty made even the Silent Bureau agents around them—men long detached from lust—stare blankly for a moment.

“...By the way, where’s my junior?”

Her gaze swept instinctively, but she couldn’t find the one she was thinking of. Anna turned toward Jinze and asked.

“Muen Campbell is over there.”

As the Swordbearer’s close aide, Jinze had some knowledge of the old man’s will, so his respect toward Anna was sincere.

He pointed to the luxurious carriage:

“He’s with the Campbell family.”

“I see.”

Anna let out a breath.

It had only been a moment since she hadn’t seen him, and already she had felt panicked.

So unlike her usual composure.

Truly, she had sunk too deep.

Her eyes shifted to the carriage. Opulent, grand—even the horses drawing it radiated noble spirit.

As expected of the Campbell household. Every detail spoke of its rightful status.

“The Duke... or the Madam?”

Her thoughts returned to what the old man had just said to her.

...

Knowing she wasn’t suited to interfere in a family matter, Anna didn’t hurry over. Instead she lingered quietly nearby.

After all, her junior wasn’t about to run off with another woman. A little patience cost her nothing.

But the longer she waited, the more she felt something was wrong.

Her gaze fell again on the carriage, her beautiful eyes narrowing, murmuring softly:

“This carriage... the sealing is too perfect. If the goal was only to keep conversations from leaking, a soundproof spell would suffice. Then why... why block even the shadows inside from view?”

...

...

Inside the carriage.

“Such a bad Young Master... it’s so big... I can’t fit it all...”

Anne swallowed as she stared at the pillar before her, feeling as though it was thicker than last time. If she were to let it in...

Just the thought made her body heat and itch. But before that, she had to first “clean” away the unpleasant taste clinging to Young Master.

“Young Master has an odor that’s not pleasant... but it’s fine. I’ll clean it away for you.”

Before Muen could speak, Anne opened her moist red lips again, wrapping them around the tip of that pillar, slowly drawing it into the warm cavern of her mouth.

“Hhhsshh—”

Muen threw his head back, releasing a hushed groan of pleasure. The faint suction at the depths of that heated hollow made him feel as if he were in paradise.

And she had only taken a third in. Already her cheeks puffed. She didn’t rush to gorge herself on the long-denied delicacy, but savored it, rolling it with her tongue, sucking firmly.

Her little head bobbed, lips swallowing and releasing, slick sounds spilling as gleaming strands of liquid trailed down her mouth.

Muen’s face was lost in bliss. Even though he’d tangled with another little demoness just hours ago—drained until not a drop remained—under this exquisite assault, that flooding urge returned, only for him to suppress it with force.

His broad hand brushed across Anne’s flushed cheek, stroking through her hair. Their eyes met, and hers turned even more alluring.

“Ha...”

After a while, she let the tip slip free, breathing out a warm, faintly salty breath to steady herself.

Then her head tilted—her tongue now worked from the root upward, tracing every line, from bottom to top, from left to right.

Until the whole length, tip to base, gleamed with luster.

Then, smiling faintly, Anne opened her mouth again and swallowed him down.

This time not just teasing, but slowly, steadily—deeper, and deeper.

Muen watched as more of himself vanished past those red lips, sinking into the furnace of warmth.

The bulging veins, pressed against her delicate lips—such stark contrast drove this obscene scene to an even higher pitch.

“Hhh... Anne...”

Muen’s big hand rested on her head, but dared not press, fearing to hurt her.

Inside, he felt the moist walls flex and ripple, pressing, rubbing at his most sensitive spots, all with unrelenting suction.

And not only that—her playful tongue darted between shaft and hollow, swirling, adding layers of torment.

“Ahh... Anne...”

Unable to endure, Muen finally held her head and thrust, sinking another level deeper—and with that, today’s first release poured hotly into her mouth.

Gulp, gulp...

Anne swallowed every drop. When she opened her mouth again, saliva and whiteness glistened at her lips, her flushed face even more bewitching.

“Young Master... are you satisfied?”

She licked her lips and asked.

“Y-yes... satisfied. Very satisfied...”

Muen swallowed, gazing at her with her hair disheveled, her maid uniform loose, violet lace peeking.

“I’m glad. Since Young Master is satisfied... then perhaps I deserve a reward.”

“Reward? What do you—hey, hey!”

Before he finished, Anne pressed herself to him again, her body clinging, fragrance swirling, sight and touch overwhelming his nerves.

“Anne...”

Muen swallowed hard. He watched as she sat upon him, tugging at her maid uniform. It slid from her body, revealing smooth skin, violet lingerie already half-hanging in pieces.

It wasn’t just underwear—it was lingerie, tangled and teasing, revealing endless spring scenery as she wrapped around him.

Her hands clung to his back, lips and tongue playing at his ears, teasing those sensitive spots men rarely admitted to.

Her ripe curves pressed against his chest, rubbing and enclosing him.

And lower still—the hollowed violet butterfly slipped to her ankle. Her slender hand drew from within a gleaming string of silk.

“Young Master... I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve been so lonely without you...”

Muen panted, staring at the woman who had shed all her maid’s composure. Every motion now was madness, hunger to consume him whole.

That madness was intoxicating. The dignified maid who once measured every step now wrapped her long legs around him, devouring his breath, pulling even his soul away.

And worse—he knew just outside, only a door away, stood the Silent Bureau agents. Even his senior, even Celicia...

Even though the carriage blocked all sound, just the thought of it was enough to make it unbearably strange.

Car play. Public play.

Anne didn’t care. She wanted only him.

In the narrow carriage, the pink glow swirled, the air thick with ambiguity.

She shifted above him, waist like a serpent, brushing against him in perfect rhythm. Violet lingerie teased his nerves with every rub.

She lifted her hips, guided him against her entrance, rubbed once, then suddenly sank.

Half of him buried at once.

“Mmm... ahh...”

Even in her hunger, her body trembled at the sudden stretch, soft cries spilling out. But she did not stop—inch by inch, until she had swallowed him whole.

Filled, warmed, her gloom and discontent melted into bubbles. This man beneath her belonged to her. Whatever pests lurked outside, she would spare them—for now.

She began to move, her hips undulating, thighs slapping against his.

Muen’s body, his senses, his spirit—all assaulted. Triple torment, like the finest aphrodisiac. He couldn’t resist.

“Anne... softer, please, softer...”

“Mm, Young Master... but it’s you who’s thrusting~”

Her voice quivered as she rose and fell, moaning, “I’m only keeping up with you...”

Muen ground his teeth. He couldn’t let her take control so easily—he was supposed to be the man on top.

“Tightening so hard... are you trying to strangle my poor darling? He’s suffocating. He’s about to vomit, you know that?”

“Mmm... Young Master’s making me melt... where would I find the strength...”

Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered:

“Isn’t it because all those people are right outside? Isn’t that what makes you... bigger?”

“...Nonsense!”

He snapped in embarrassment, thrusting harder in retaliation.

Anne arched high, trembling violently, cries tumbling from her lips.

Muen raised his head, smug—but her eyes looked back, gleaming with mischief.

“Young Master is shameless.”

Her blush deepened, but her smile widened.

“So excited, even with so many people outside.”

“I... I’m not!”

“You’ve already driven me to this state.”

“You’re the one who seduced me!”

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“N-no, it doesn’t!”

The air grew wetter, hotter, their world shrinking to this storm of bodies.

Muen drew a breath, summoning willpower. Even if my body yields, my soul still...

“Hhhsshh!”

Another sharp gasp.

Anne seized the chance, movements intensifying, then—after gathering strength—she struck back.

Waves crashing, stone splitting.

All his defenses shattered.

The ecstasy devoured even his soul.

“Mm... ahh!”

Her voice rang out—but a rune flared on the carriage wall, sealing the sound.

Still, she kept pressing.

“Hhh—”

Muen’s face twisted under the torture of bliss, nearly joining her song.

No. I can’t. I must not bow my head. I’m supposed to be the one above—!

“If you want to cry out, Young Master, then cry out.” Anne’s voice enticed.

“...No.”

“It will feel better if you do.”

“...Never.”

“Mm... you’ve grown bigger again. I see. It excites you more, doesn’t it?”

“...No.”

“Ha... I’m... I’m about to... Young Master, you too, aren’t you? Let’s finish together...”

Her rhythm quickened, his thrusts meeting hers. The climax crested.

“I... I’m going to—!”

“Ahh~! Young Master’s heat is spilling inside!”

Anne lolled her tongue, eyes glazed with bliss.

It poured into her for nearly a full minute. Her belly full, she still clutched him tightly when he tried to withdraw.

“No... not yet. Let me feel it longer. So warm... so full... so happy.”

Finally, gasping, Anne slumped onto his chest, stroking gently.

The storm was over.

Fed from above and below, glowing with life, she seemed all the more radiant.

She clung quietly, not wanting to leave, her gaze like silk as she whispered:

“Young Master... was it good?”

“G-good... more than good...”

Muen tilted his head back, face twisted between laughter and tears.

“Just... my legs are weak.”

“Serves you right. With that awful smell clinging to you, of course I had to clean thoroughly.”

Her face, far from dignified now, pouted with girlish petulance.

“...”

What the hell is your nose made of, Anne?

Muen didn’t reply, just leaned back, focusing on digesting the medicinal energy in his body. Otherwise, he’d barely be able to stand.

Anne lay atop him, chin propped, watching his face in silence.

Her eyes flickered faintly, lost in thought.

The pink glow filled the carriage, settling into a false calm. Only the faint scent in the air, and the damp traces left behind, hinted at the storm that had raged.

“Young Master.”

“Mm.”

“I want to take leave.”

“...Huh?”

Muen’s head shot up, staring at her.

“What did you say?”

“I said I want to take leave. To step down, for now, as Head Maid of the Ducal Estate.”

Her voice was soft.

“Leave?”

Muen frowned, puzzled.

Since the age of eight, Anne had been his personal maid. She had never once spoken of leave. Naturally, he found it hard to believe.

“Do you have something to do?”

“Mhm... Let’s say, I’m going home to visit family.”

“Family? You have relatives back home? Why have I never heard you mention them?”

“If I go back and look, I’ll know, won’t I?”

Her hand brushed his cheek.

“Don’t worry, Young Master. I’m not leaving forever. I only want to be away from you for a while. You’ll be at the Academy during this time anyway—we wouldn’t see each other much.”

“...Should I send guards with you?”

“No need.”

“My strength is more than enough for self-defense.”

“Alright. If it’s your decision, I won’t stop you.”

Muen thought, then smiled faintly.

“Take care. And... come back soon. Whether you find your family or not, the Ducal Estate will always be your home.”

“....”

Anne froze, staring at his warm, sunny smile.

Then she pressed her head to his chest, whispering:

“Young Master... it’s this gentleness of yours that makes me fall helplessly deeper...”

...

...

After a short spell of quiet, ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Anne sprayed some perfume in the carriage and on Muen, fixed her clothes, and finally let him go.

By the time he stepped down, night had already fallen.

One step off the carriage—and he stumbled into a soft embrace.

“Junior.”

The familiar voice at his ear. “You talked for quite a while.”

“Haha... yes.”

Muen pulled himself back, replying stiffly:

“Some matters of life and death for the Campbell family. So, yes, it took some time.”

“Is that so?”

Her tone carried something unspoken. When Muen looked up, he saw her gaze wasn’t on him—but over his shoulder.

He swallowed and turned.

Sure enough, Anne stood at the carriage door. Her maid uniform tidy, hair pinned high, looking perfectly dignified as she faced his senior.

“Anna Kaplin.”

“Anne.”

“Not our first meeting, is it?”

“No. Not the first.”

“I see.”

Anna brushed her hair aside, smiling gently as she said:

“My, to leave for just a short while, and already a thieving cat sneaks in for a taste. How bothersome.”

“Those words should be mine.”

Anne returned the standard smile.

“Seems thieving cats are everywhere.”

“...”

“...”

Their smiles never wavered.

Like two girlfriends idly comparing dresses.

But sweat poured down Muen’s forehead. The chill wind made him shiver.

He hunched his neck, thinking to slip away.

But an arm hooked his tightly.

“Today is special. I won’t pursue it—for now. Junior, let’s return to the Academy.” Anna smiled.

“Wait.”

Anne blocked her, saying, “Young Master is injured. He should come back to the Ducal Estate to recover.”

“The Academy has a hospital.”

“The Ducal Estate has the best resources.”

“...”

“...”

Their gazes clashed again.

This time, Anna’s eyes brimmed with moonlight, shadows twisting at her feet.

Behind Anne, metal quivered, weapons of the Silent Bureau agents vibrating out of control.

The two women still smiled.

Muen only wanted to cry.

The death warning in his head shrieked, his skull aching—

Then suddenly went silent.

As if giving up.

Because the two women turned from each other, and in perfect unison looked at him.

“Junior (Young Master), what do you think?”