Fallen Chronicles



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"Miyuki?"

Given his previous experience of being deceived, even though the elf in front of him evoked a strong sense of familiarity, Renji still remained somewhat cautious.

However, when faced with Renji's question, the elf did not speak. Rather, it seemed she was unable to speak due to some restrictions.

But this did not hinder her; in the blurry light, the elf appeared to pout a bit at Renji's questioning. She then chose to respond to the young man through actions instead.

Stepping forward in forest sandals woven from bamboo strips, the elf moved close to Renji, within just a few inches. She then extended a slender, jade-like finger to his forehead and flicked it with a teachable gesture.

Snap!* 

Renji felt a slight pain in his forehead, but his face relaxed, showing happiness and excitement.

The reason was simple.

The elf's finger effortlessly passed through the Elven Shelter that Miyuki had bestowed upon him. This barrier, which blocked and repelled the original dark-skinned elf, was as if nonexistent to the elf in front of him.

The only one capable of doing this was the true owner of the shelter, the source of the barrier's power,

the real Miyuki!

The great Elven Knightess!

Renji in his excitement almost shouted out, but then he remembered how he often treated Miyuki in the game, and how he had just treated the dark-skinned elf. Although that wasn't the real Miyuki, it was still Miyuki's body, so Renji held back, feeling a bit embarrassed.

For a moment, Renji had too many things he wanted to say to Miyuki, but precisely because of this, he didn't know where to start.

This feeling was like that of a child returning home after studying abroad for many years, looking at familiar yet strange relatives, finding all words pale and weak.

The elven woman took the initiative. Like an older sister, she saw that Renji was still struggling with what to say, so she extended her finger again, this time placing it in front of Renji's lips.

There was no need for her finger to be so close for a simple "shush" gesture, but she seemed to do it deliberately, without any sign of disgust, insisting on pressing her finger against Renji's lips.

Immediately, a cool sensation spread from his lips, calming his hot breath and bringing Renji a burst of freshness.

Renji could feel her finger against his lips, so delicate and slender, long and strong, with an icy temperature that was simply irresistible, sparking a few ripples of fantasy in his mind.

Such agile and strong fingers should be used for some craft, he thought; it was a pity not to.

Seemingly noticing Renji's frivolous thoughts, Miyuki gave a look of "I can't believe you," acting helplessly while actually kneeling down in front of Renji in a very standard pose, her legs pressed beneath her buttocks, her dark green skirt half-concealing her smooth, fair thighs.

After all, which gentle sister could resist satisfying her brother's whims?

Then Miyuki patted her legs together, inviting Renji to rest his head there. Seeing Renji still puzzled, the elf seemed a bit coquettish.

With a sense of eagerness, Miyuki took the initiative to place Renji's head on her kneeling legs, then looked satisfied.

Resting on Miyuki's lap, Renji experienced the true gift of nature – the softness like cotton candy, without any hint of discomfort, like resting on a cloud, both comfortable and pleasant.

Miyuki had a perfect figure, seemingly without an ounce of extra flesh. Interestingly, she could control her body temperature; her fingers were cool and refreshing, while her lap felt warm like jade, like a cozy, self-heating cushion.

Moreover, it seemed that after the soul exchange, even the elf's body scent had changed. Unlike the previous deep and mysterious orchid scent, Miyuki's fragrance was now more like that of walking through a blooming garden, a rich and intoxicating jasmine scent lingering at Renji's nose, inspiring endless fantasies of beauty.

Previously, Renji never understood the appeal of a knee pillow, but after experiencing it firsthand, he realized.

It was truly delightful!

In every sense of the word.

Of course, the knee pillow was just the first preparation step. In this position, the elf lowered her head and began to carefully smooth out every strand of Renji's hair, like a sister tending to her mischievous brother who had returned from playing outside.

And then, the elf's fingers moved towards Renji's ears. Renji tried to resist, feeling it was inappropriate.

But soon under Miyuki's skillful touch, he couldn't help but let out comfortable hums, completely surrendering to the sensation and internally admiring the perfect pairing of ear picking and lap pillows.

Renji couldn't help but indulge in Miyuki's skillful ear cleaning, her fingers always finding the most ticklish spots in his ears for a comprehensive care and massage.

Immersed in this peace and tranquility, resting his head on Miyuki's lap and relishing the elf's service, Renji had never felt so relaxed since coming to this world. This sense of relaxation and safety could only be provided by Miyuki, the "protector".

Indeed.

Previously, Renji always strived to maintain an effortless image in front of others, after all, he was "Emperor Ashen". But as he faced more challenges, he increasingly felt exhausted and weary, as he was Ashen, but not truly Ashen.

Renji felt lost in many aspects, unsure of how to proceed. Like how to deal with the Old Alliance, or how to treat those characters who had been abandoned. When they caused other disasters out of hatred for him, he wondered what he should do.

Moreover, just finding Suthia and Nova exhausted him, and there were three more waiting for him. Renji had a premonition that it would only get harder, doubting whether he could really do it.

Like in the initial standoff with the dark-skinned elf, when the dark elf mentioned Miyuki's physical contribution, Renji might have appeared calm, but the turmoil inside was known only to him. He couldn't accept any loss from 'them' and felt powerless.