Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 1117: Chapter 171: Arrival of the Noble Assessment (2)

Then she picks up the silver comb, stands by the couch, and carefully combs Su Li’s somewhat unruly black hair. Her body leans slightly forward, her full breasts almost pressed against his back, her warm breath brushing past his ear. The sound of the comb teeth sliding through the hair, along with her mature scent mingled with body fragrance and a faint incense, compose the most comforting morning tune.

More often, this ”dressing” session is indefinitely postponed. Su Li’s hand would slip under that thin barrier, accurately grasping that weighty fullness, feeling the surprising elasticity and warmth of the skin beneath the silky fabric. Hilude, with indulgence and pampering, would obediently lean close, allowing the morning light to outline their closely nestled, undulating silhouettes. That sleeping robe would often end up casually draped at the waist.

The ”surprise” sent by Philis—Illya Silverglow—is adapting to the role of ”personal maid” at a stunning speed, and displaying the ”essence” imparted to her by Avril.

In the afternoon, when Su Li is taking a nap or reading by the couch near the window, Illya would bring a delicate silver platter. Besides hot tea and snacks, there’d often be a small dish of peeled, juicy grapes or berries. She kneels elegantly on the thick carpet, her posture impeccable. When Su Li’s gaze leaves the scroll, she pinches a translucent grape with her slender, white fingers, nails trimmed round and perfect, and gently offers it to his lips. Her movements seem calm, but deep within those icy lake-like eyes is a carefully restrained shyness and a hint of focused necessity. When Su Li’s lips clasp the fruit, sometimes he deliberately suckles lightly on her fingertips, causing a faint blush to instantly spread from her swan-like neck to her earlobes, making the red glow on her snow-white hair all the more breathtaking.

Deep within the tree house is a large brass bathtub, one of the most luxurious enjoyments of winter. Steam swirls, mixed with the scent of expensive herbal bath salts. Su Li sinks into the boiling hot water, letting out a satisfied sigh. Illya lifts her signature snow-white long hair, revealing a graceful neck. She rolls up her sleeves, exposing two wrist segments as white as snow, and earnestly uses a wet loofah to scrub Su Li’s back. The water is very hot, causing her cheeks to turn rosy, beads of sweat forming on her brow, with a few silver strands mischievously sticking to her cheek.

Her initial movements are somewhat clumsy and stiff, but under Su Li’s smiling gaze and occasional ”guidance,” they gradually become smooth and bold. The loofah glides over the broad back, firm waistline, and as her hand hesitantly probes downwards, Su Li timely seizes her wrist, pulling her bath-water scented body into the tub. Massive splashes wet her thin maid’s dress, instantaneously turning it transparent and clinging, outlining the maiden’s youthful yet burgeoning silhouette.

Within the tub, space suddenly becomes cramped and crowded, water waves lapping, skin sticking together, steam blurring vision, leaving only the sound of quickened breaths and heartbeats echoing in the small space. Illya’s chilly mask completely melts, leaving only misty steam and helpless breaths, allowing the lord to explore all the areas Avril ”taught” her to become familiar with. Her clumsy responses and suppressed whimpers become the most pleasing symphony.

The Green Dragon Aelirea brings another kind of serene and authoritative sense of conquest. She especially seems to favor the warmest, thinly carpeted area in front of the fireplace.

Usually, she lazily lies there, clad only in an oversized shirt of Su Li’s, with her long, powerful legs exposed, curled up in front of the fireplace, reading her magic book. Firelight flickers in her green eyes, coating her honey-toned skin with a layer of golden sheen.

Only when Su Li proactively approaches her with a hint of challenge and conquest does Aelirea respond. She raises the hand holding a gemstone slightly, signaling Su Li to sit on the plush carpet beside her. Her movements are slow and elegant, carrying an indisputable authority. When Su Li sits down, she gently brushes his cheek or jaw with her cool, jade-like fingers, the touch soft as feathers, yet with a dangerous hint of dragon claws skimming. Her body temperature is slightly cooler than a human’s, and where she touches brings a strange, electrifying chill.

Her kiss is crisp, carrying moss and rare minerals’ scent from deep within the rainforest, starting like a cautious dip, with a sense of offering, but once deepened, it ignites like a fuse, unleashing a hidden heat capable of consuming everything.

At the most intense moment, faint dense and warm blood vessel patterns might appear below her snowy-white skin, turning it pink and hot. Her breathing becomes deep, emitting a peculiar, rumbling sound from her throat, like a mix of ancient gongs and deep growls, belonging to a dragon’s suppressed instinctual sound. These give Su Li the greatest sense of achievement as a Dragon Knight.

The tree house’s space is limited, with these distinctly different ladies sharing the room, the air inevitably permeated with a delicate and sizzling atmosphere.

His leisure is made possible by the current perfect situation within the territory; with the Scroll Knight Order joining the Secular Knight Order, the Hesse territory’s army now directly surpasses the Baron’s Territory.

Especially with this knight order stationed around the Gem Pool, and a fortress erected locally to directly echo with Heisen Castle, Su Li is even more at ease.