novelhk Chapter 55 : Almost Couldn't Take It!
Chapter 55 : Almost Couldn't Take It!
Chapter 55: Almost Couldn't Take It!
That promise was like a stone cast into the center of a lake, sending out ripples that even Lilia herself had not noticed.
However, this brief warmth was quickly drowned by another, far more violent tide.
【Absolute Senses】 was still in operation.
In a world magnified a thousand times, there was no warmth—only torment.
Hera’s fragile murmur in her dream was like a feather, lightly brushing against Lilia’s heart.
But the sensations coming from her body were like a piece of red-hot iron, ruthlessly branding every inch of Lilia’s skin.
Too close.
The two soft bodies were pressed tightly together without the slightest gap.
The smooth silk of Hera’s nightgown, under a thousandfold perception, turned into a sticky torment. Every strand of silk felt like fine sandpaper grinding against her skin, sending waves of trembling through her body.
The gentle warmth of body temperature had now become a wildfire, threatening to burn away her sanity entirely.
And then there was the scent.
That usually cool and faint fragrance had now become so dense it felt tangible, transforming into countless invisible tendrils that burrowed into every pore of Lilia’s body, madly invading all her senses.
“Mm…”
Lilia bit down hard on her lower lip to stop that shameful muffled sound from escaping her throat.
Her toes had already curled up from the extreme sensitivity, like a startled mimosa.
What was even more fatal was how tightly Hera was holding her.
That soft-against-soft pressure, under the perverse amplification of 【Absolute Senses】, allowed Lilia to clearly feel every breathtaking contour of the other’s body, every perfectly balanced elasticity.
Lilia felt like she was about to go insane.
No—her body was about to go insane.
Her rational mind told her that this was the Abyss Demon King, her master, her superior who could crush her at any moment.
But deep within her body, a strange and surging tremor was rising uncontrollably.
As if something was about to break through the surface.
An instinct she had never experienced in twenty years.
If this went on… if there was just a bit more friction…
Lilia didn’t dare think further.
She was afraid she would become the first transmigrator in history to experience her first “wave” in a female body just from being held while sleeping by her superior.
That would be social death!
“System! Damn system! Turn it off! Hurry and turn it off for me!”
Lilia roared frantically in her mind.
She felt like her very soul was wailing.
【Ding!】
【Detected extreme abnormal mental fluctuations in host…】
【Detected non-combat-related drastic fluctuations in host’s vital signs…】
【Forcefully shutting down skill “Absolute Senses”…】
A crisp system notification rang out like heavenly music.
Buzz—
It was as if a mute button had been pressed.
That thousandfold amplified sensory world, enough to drive a person mad, receded like a tide.
The pounding heartbeat in her ears returned to a steady and faint thumping.
The burning sensation on her skin reverted to a gentle, jade-like warmth.
The overwhelming fragrance at the tip of her nose became light and elegant once more.
The world had finally returned to normal.
Lilia let out a long, long breath, her entire body going limp.
She felt as though she had just been pulled out of water, her back already soaked in cold sweat.
Saved.
She had almost died on Hera’s bed.
In a literal, physical sense.
After the storm subsided, all that remained was endless exhaustion.
Days of high-intensity work, taut nerves, and the catastrophe of sensory overload just now had pushed both Lilia’s mind and body to their limits.
Leaning against Hera’s embrace, her eyelids grew as heavy as lead.
Hera was sleeping deeply.
Perhaps the pain of the curse had been shared, or perhaps Lilia’s promise of “I won’t leave” had taken effect.
Her breathing was long and steady, and the satisfied curve at the corner of her lips had yet to fade.
Only her arms, wrapped around Lilia, showed no sign of loosening.
Like a young beast guarding its food, she clutched tightly onto the treasure she had regained.
Lilia tried to move.
Hera’s brows immediately furrowed, a dissatisfied murmur escaping her throat.
Her arms tightened even more.
Lilia: “…”
Fine then.
Not letting her go, huh.
She gave up struggling and resigned herself to adjusting into a slightly more comfortable position.
This night was destined not to return to her own little bed.
As the Queen’s exclusive possession, doubling as a Human Body Pillow and a mobile heater, it was also part of her job.
Lilia forced herself to stay awake, not daring to fall asleep immediately.
She was afraid that if she slept and something happened to Hera in the middle of the night, she wouldn’t be able to react in time.
Time passed bit by bit.
The Bedchamber was so quiet that only the steady breathing of the two could be heard.
Lilia’s consciousness wavered between clarity and drowsiness, her head bobbing like a pecking bird.
Finally, after confirming that Hera’s breathing had completely stabilized and there would be no disturbances for the time being, Lilia could no longer withstand the overwhelming drowsiness.
Her head tilted, resting against Hera’s shoulder, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Before completely losing consciousness, her final thought was—
Overtime… should come with overtime pay, right…
…
The next day.
The first ray of morning light filtered through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a hazy golden glow over the luxurious Bedchamber.
Hera’s eyelashes trembled slightly.
She slowly opened her eyes.
Those golden eyes, usually filled with frost and authority, now held a rare clarity and calm.
There was no pain from the curse, nor the usual distance.
She felt as though she had slept for an entire century.
A stability she had never experienced before.
The stiffness in her body and the stabbing pain in her soul had vanished, replaced by a lazy warmth.
She shifted slightly, only then noticing the warm, soft presence in her arms.
Hera lowered her head.
Silver-white long hair spread across her chest and arms like the finest moonlit silk.
Lilia curled up in her embrace, her sleeping face peaceful.
That face, which usually carried a trace of fear and ingratiation, had shed all pretense, leaving only pure tranquility.
Her long lashes cast a faint shadow beneath her eyes, her lips slightly pouting as if she were dreaming something sweet.
Hera’s movement stopped.
She quietly looked at the person in her arms.
Everything from last night surfaced clearly in her mind.
The soul-tearing pain.
That embrace that broke through everything.
That trembling yet unwavering “I won’t leave.”
And those arms—belonging to a maid—that trembled in fear yet stubbornly held onto her.
Hera’s gaze fell upon Lilia’s small, pink lips.
They were beautifully shaped.
Like petals touched by morning dew.
They looked… soft.
As if possessed, Hera raised her hand.
Her long, slender fingers traced an elegant arc through the air, slowly—very slowly—reaching toward that defenseless sleeping face.
She wanted to touch it.
Just to confirm whether this warmth was real.
To confirm whether this possession that had barged into her life at her most painful and vulnerable moment would truly not shatter like the illusions in her memories.
Her fingertips carried a slight coolness.
Closer and closer.
About to touch that warm cheek.
At that very moment—
Lilia’s eyes snapped open.
Those beautiful red eyes first showed confusion, then turned into panic.
She was awake.
Before her was Hera’s face, magnified and impossibly close.
And that hand, frozen less than a centimeter from her cheek, in a somewhat stiff posture.