Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

Chapter 42 Sticker Fun

Chu Sheng's chest touched her back, and both of them trembled.

Amber's back was soft and warm through the thin nightgown. The lines below her shoulder blades were delicate, and her waistline was supple.

Chu Sheng tried to pull his hand back, but his elbow got stuck between her waist and the mattress. Pulling it out would lift the blanket, and putting it back in would touch her.

The person outside the door asked again, "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Amber spoke calmly, "She's awake."

As she responded, she gently pressed down on the blanket with her locked wrist, signaling Chu Sheng to lie down.

Chu Sheng lowered his head. His face was almost pressed against her loose, long hair, his breath falling on the back of her neck. Amber's body visibly trembled, and the tips of her ears turned a little pink in the moonlight.

Chu Sheng didn't dare to move at all. Although the blanket smelled wonderful, it was suffocating. He propped himself up on the bed with one hand, and with nowhere to put the other, he could only loosely place it above her waist, not daring to press it down.

But Amber suddenly moved back a little to cover him.

Chu Sheng's hand touched the back of her nightgown around her waist. Her waist wasn't as slender as it looked; it was fleshy and elastic, and the area where the silver chain was constricting it was slightly sunken.

The door opened, and footsteps entered. Chu Sheng immediately stopped his wild thoughts and didn't dare to breathe.

Amber lay on her side, the thin blanket covering her chest. To block Chu Sheng, she had to pull the blanket up higher. She swept her long hair behind her back, covering Chu Sheng's exposed shoulder and half of his arm.

An elven maid entered. Chu Sheng couldn't see her face; he could only see the maid's skirt through Amber's hair.

"Your Majesty, there was a noise coming from the palace just now."

Amber said calmly, "I know, I saw it too."

"What did you see?" The maid stepped forward.

"A human being."

Chu Sheng's heart was practically pounding out of his chest. You actually said that, you bastard!

The maid stopped in her tracks: "Human?"

"In my dream," Amber smiled faintly, "you're quite bold, and your eyes aren't very innocent."

Chu Sheng closed his eyes peacefully.

Thank you for adding insult to injury at a time like this.

The maid didn't laugh, but took another step closer to the bed. Chu Sheng heard a soft tinkling of the silver chain; Amber's wrist was being pulled, probably by the maid checking the lock.

"His Majesty did not sleep well tonight." The maid's voice was devoid of emotion, like a robot.

"It's hard for me to rest easy when you enter my palace in the middle of the night," Amber said calmly, no longer holding back.

The maid paused for a moment, then said, "Please forgive me, I was just worried."

"Are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried you might be misled by outsiders."

Amber chuckled softly, with a hint of mockery.

With that smile, her back pressed against Chu Sheng's chest, rising and falling slightly. Chu Sheng was forced to feel it clearly; her soft, warm body pressed against him through her nightgown, the mature woman's waist and hips right beside his hand.

After she finished laughing, her breathing returned to normal, and her buttocks gently pressed back a little.

Chu Sheng's soul was almost squeezed out of his body, and he immediately moved his lower body off the edge of the bed.

As a result, the edge of the bed was too narrow, and his knee slipped, almost causing him to fall off. But Amber reacted quickly; her locked ankle couldn't move much, so she could only use her calf to press down on his leg.

Her calves were smooth yet strong, and she pressed Chu Sheng back into the blankets.

Outside the blanket, the maid took another step closer: "Your Majesty, your blanket..."

Amber interrupted her: "What happened to my blanket?"

The maid fell silent, but Chu Sheng could feel her gaze fixed on the quilt.

He was now completely hidden behind Amber. Amber was already tall and voluptuous, and her curves were very obvious when she lay on her side. With the thin blanket and long hair covering her, it was probably impossible to tell from the outside that there was another person inside.

Chu Sheng was still so nervous that his palms were sweating. Damn, he wasn't even this nervous when he was dodging CT scans in his past life.

Just then, Amber leaned back a little more. It wasn't to tease him intentionally, but to cover the bulge in the blanket.

The problem is that her buttocks were pressed right on Xiao Chu's body, and through the thin blanket and nightgown, the fullness of her flesh was clearly visible.

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth, and Amber seemed to sense something as well, her body tensing up almost imperceptibly.

She didn't turn around, but simply tapped Chu Sheng's elbow lightly with her finger, a clear warning.

Chu Sheng's face was burning hot. He gritted his teeth and silently recited the CET-4 and CET-6 vocabulary lists.

"Abandon, abandon..."

I didn't want to either, Your Majesty! It's not something I can manually turn off!

The maid walked to the bedside, stretched out her hand, and her fingertips touched the edge of the thin blanket.

Chu Sheng's heart sank. An Bowen slowly raised her eyes, her voice soft: "Are you going to pull back my blanket?"

The maid's hand stopped: "I just..."

"Just what?" Amber finally snapped. "I'm locked in here, and I have to watch the chains even to turn over. Now, in the middle of the night, I have to let you check my blankets?"

The maid bowed her head: "I'm sorry for my rudeness."

"go out."

"But the sound just now..."

"go out."

The maid fell silent. Chu Sheng could hear his own heartbeat under the covers. The silver chain around Ambowen's waist was icy cold, but the body beneath it was burning hot; the alternation between hot and cold tormented him.

The maid finally stepped back: "May you rest in peace, Your Majesty."

The door closed, and the footsteps faded away.

Chu Sheng didn't move, nor did An Bowen. The two remained in that position, quiet under the thin blanket for a long while.

Chu Sheng finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a low voice, "She's gone?"

Amber listened intently for a moment: "Still outside."

Chu Sheng closed his eyes helplessly, but at least he wasn't as nervous as before.

Amber's voice suddenly rang out: "Your hand."

Chu Sheng was taken aback. He looked down and saw that his hand was on her waist.

"Sorry." He immediately tried to pull it back.

Amber whispered, "Don't draw it, it'll make a sound."

Chu Sheng was stunned: "Then where should I put it?"

"that's all."

He could only try to be as gentle as possible, but the more he did so, the clearer the sensation became. His hand was pressed against her nightgown, and he could feel the gentle rise and fall, and the trembling, with each breath she took.

She was in pain, but she forced herself to remain silent.

Chu Sheng suddenly felt the romance had faded. He leaned closer and whispered behind her ear, "This chain must hurt, right? How do I untie it?"

Amber's ears turned red: "The key isn't here."

"Where?"

"There's a short key hidden in the third rattan cane on the right side of the bed. It can only unlock the wrist, not the ankle or waist chain."

"As long as you can use your hands, that's fine. It's better than this, since you can use your hands."

"It makes a sound when you take the key."

"Wait for her to leave."

"She might stay up all night."

Chu Sheng was silent for a few seconds, then shamelessly asked, "So I'm not leaving?"

Amber finally turned to look at him. They were so close that her lips almost brushed against his. Her emerald-gold eyes looked at him from under the covers, filled with exhaustion.

"You want to stay in my bed all night?" Her breath smelled sweet as she gently stroked Chu Sheng's face.

"This is tactical infiltration," Chu Sheng replied dryly.

There was no sound outside the door; only the low breathing of the two people could be heard inside the bedchamber.

After a while, Amber whispered, "You shouldn't have come."

"It's too late, I'm already in bed."

Amber's shoulders trembled slightly; she wanted to laugh, but the silver chain made her feel painful.

Chu Sheng paused, his voice becoming more serious: "How long have you been tied up?"

Amber didn't answer, but used her slender fingers to write a "3" on Chu Sheng's forehead.

Judging from the situation, it's clearly not three days, but at least three months. How much suffering must she have endured for three months, constantly suffering like this?

Chu Sheng stared at the silver ring on her wrist, his anger rising little by little.

He had indeed been distracted by Amber's body, but now that he was so close, he saw the red marks on her wrists, ankles, and sides.

However, she sits on her throne smiling during the day.

"I will take you out," Chu Sheng said earnestly.