After hearing Yaxiu's retelling, how could Diya not know what had happened—Silver Lantern, that despicable woman, had actually taken advantage of his memory loss to stuff false memories into his head! It was obviously Silver Lantern herself who had chased after Yaxiu all along, hopelessly in love with him, and now, with one stroke of rewritten history, it had somehow become Yaxiu falling for her at first sight!
Outrageous. How could she do that? This was flat-out bullying someone too defenseless to know better! I have to tell Yaxiu the truth right away, before that wicked woman deceives him!
"Oh, right—how did we meet?" Yaxiu asked. "I'm curious about why our relationship is the way it is... Little Diya, could you help me remember?"
"We met in the underground altar of the Four Pillar Cult. Back then you saw me, still a little girl, and it was love at first sight, a love that would last ten thousand years. To protect me, you decided to take me as your daughter. I was young and knew nothing then; I only knew you were sincerely good to me, so I went with you. Later, when you learned that I was the Witch, your attitude toward me slowly began to change—you wanted to be my family and my lover both. You're the person I trust most, so I had no choice but to go along with you..."
I'd better find a chance to expose Silver Lantern's scheme later. An opportunity like this comes once in a lifetime—I can't let it slip by, Diya thought.
Still, Diya hadn't simply made things up. She had only taken the true version of the story and patched the one flaw in it—that Yaxiu wasn't perverted enough—lowering Yaxiu's resistance to her and making sure that from now on, every one of her moves would land a critical blow and shatter his defenses.
"Oh, right," she said, as though it were nothing at all. "Take off your clothes. When we're alone together, we basically don't wear any. I'll open my Witch's domain and help you remember our everyday life."
Yaxiu said suspiciously, "We don't wear clothes?"
"That's right." The Witch's face didn't redden and her heart didn't skip a beat; she spoke with perfect confidence. "It's always been like that. Would I lie about something like this?"
"But that's a little strange..."
"What, don't tell me you think you're not that kind of person?"
"No, it's mainly that—I think clothing is the crystallization of human wisdom, and not wearing clothes has very ordinary appeal for me." Yaxiu said, puzzled, "Even if you were just wearing socks and gloves, that would be more attractive than being completely naked... I wouldn't have demanded total nakedness, would I?"
Damn. She had forgotten that when it came to lowbrow tastes, Yaxiu had always had high-class taste.
Such a huge hole in her story—if she let him keep thinking, he might see through my well-intentioned lie!
In that instant, Diya's mind raced, resonating with the deepest wisdom of the Void Realm, until she found the single ray of dawn in a hopeless situation—"Because you want to lick me."
"Huh?" Yaxiu froze, then asked in disbelief, "I what?"
"You like to lick me all over," Diya said, fighting back the urge to laugh, her voice tinged with shyness. "My fingers, my neck, my belly, my knees, the corners of my eyes, the hollows of my back, and... You always said I was like ice cream and you wished you could hold me in your mouth, so you loved to lick me like a cat."
Yaxiu was so thunderstruck by the debauched life his past self had supposedly led that his mind went blank, and all he could answer was one syllable: "Huh?"
"But you've only just lost your memory—you probably can't get used to it all at once." Diya graciously gave him a way out. "I won't undress this time. I'll allow you to lick only above the neck."
Yaxiu said at once, "If you don't like it—"
"Must you force an Empress, a lady, to say with her own lips that she enjoys this kind of game?" Diya said quietly. "Then you're even more outrageous than you were before you lost your memory."
After a moment of silence, Diya felt scorching breath spill across her neck, and then a warm tongue lightly traced her throat. It was just like an electric shock; the Witch trembled all over, biting hard on her lower lip to keep from making a sound, melting into Yaxiu's arms like a puddle of water.
Her neck, her chin, her cheek, the corners of her eyes, her ear... Before long Diya's whole face was wet. Yaxiu hurried to wipe it clean for her and said softly, "Sorry. This is my first time doing something like this, so I don't know if that's how it's supposed to be done..."
"It's passable," Diya said, pretending to be calm. "But you'll have to keep trying harder next time... Also, talking to you like that—you have to punish me a little for it."
Yaxiu punished her bottom with practiced skill, and felt a faint sense of wrongness. How to put it—though he seemed to be the one on top, the one actually in control was the Witch. It was as if a young master were training a witch, except that the witch was really a Demon Lord who could lay waste to heaven and earth and happened to have peculiar tastes. The moment the master failed to satisfy the witch's interests, he'd die with no grave to lie in. So the master only seemed to be training her; in truth, he was currying favor.
Just then Diya suddenly sat up. Yaxiu thought she meant to leave, but instead she sat on top of him and offered her feet to his face. In the thin light of the room, Yaxiu saw that she wore a black stocking on one leg and a white one on the other; her arches curved like crescents, her legs long and slender—and even though he had no interest in this sort of thing, he had to admit these really were a pair of treasures—
"Lick them."
"Huh!??"
"This is your favorite, isn't it?" The Witch's voice was like a whisper in the dark. "Even if you've lost your memory, your tastes shouldn't have changed, right? I even wore your favorite colors on purpose... Haven't you always loved this?"
Seeing that Yaxiu didn't refute it right away, Diya knew it had worked—for the longest time she had wanted Yaxiu to lick her feet! That feeling of complete submission—just thinking about it made her unable to contain herself.
But this desire was even more outrageous than their twisted father-daughter relationship. Diya didn't need to ask to know that Yaxiu would surely refuse, which was why she had never said it aloud. And she had a strong premonition: while he still believed her, she had to try all the things she had never dared to attempt before and enjoy them all in one go—otherwise there would never be another chance like this!
Come, knight. Kiss the princess's toes.
Yaxiu stared blankly at the feet before him. There was no strange smell; instead, the stockings carried the fresh scent of laundry detergent. Diya curled her toes, stretched her ankles taut, and crossed her soles elegantly one over the other, tracing out an allure that stirred the heart.
After a fierce inner battle, Yaxiu drew a deep breath and gently cupped the Witch's feet in his hands.
"You can't."
The room suddenly brightened—not with the white light of the palace lamps, but with a pale silver radiance.
The silver light gathered on the bed into a shapely silhouette. Weise sat at the edge of the bed, pushed her glasses up, glanced at the two of them, and could not help saying, "That really is quite a peculiar position you two are in."
"Silver Lantern!" Diya kept shooting her looks. "This is none of your business!"
"Of course it is my business," Weise said crossly. "He still has to kiss me on the mouth later. How can you let him kiss your feet?"
"What's wrong with my feet? Aren't they pretty? And there are plenty of places he's kissed—it's not as if he's never kissed you—"
"In any case, Yaxiu, don't listen to her nonsense," Weise said bluntly. "Even if you have a foot fetish, it should be for mine. Only the feet of a god are immaculate and untouched by dust."
Diya laughed in anger. "You're saying I'm talking nonsense? You were the one talking nonsense first!"
"What nonsense did I say?"
"You actually dare to claim Yaxiu fell in love with you at first sight?"
"Do you have evidence that he didn't?" Weise smiled faintly, lips pursed. "But your relationship with Yaxiu—from Sword Princess to Annan, they were all there at your side to witness it."
Igola and Harvey... Diya suddenly realized: the people who had once witnessed Yaxiu's feelings for Silver Lantern were no longer among the living. So whatever she said was the truth—there was no one left to expose her!
No wonder Silver Lantern was so utterly unafraid, bold enough to wreck my plan!
With spite lending her courage, Diya hugged Yaxiu and said, "Don't listen to her. As far as I know, you didn't fall in love at first sight at all—it was Silver Lantern who chased you down like a stalker. She pestered you so relentlessly that you had no choice but to accept her!"
We could all have developed this together, but you just had to knock the bowl out of my hands—so don't blame me for flipping the table!
"Say whatever you like—Yaxiu and I are lovers," Weise said unhurriedly. "But you and Yaxiu are not father and daughter. Yaxiu, the one you truly regarded as your daughter was one of the Witch's personalities, not Diya herself."
"Wait." Yaxiu was starting to catch on. He sat up and looked at the two of them. "Don't tell me you two are taking advantage of my memory loss to fill my head with false memories?"
Weise was as serene as drifting clouds. "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Diya looked pitiful and wronged. "You've forgotten your promise to me, and now you doubt me too?"
"I think you're both that kind of person," Yaxiu said, his intelligence retaking the high ground. "If you two lost your memories, then the memories I recited would definitely have every bad part about me deleted, with a few elements I like added in..."
"Who lost their memory?"
They turned toward the door. Sonia and Vichy were pushing it open—the red-haired girl in her pajamas, the pink-haired elf in her usual maid outfit—and behind them came Felix, poking her head in to watch the fun.
Might as well wake Daidalos and have her make a late-night snack, Yaxiu thought.
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