Chapter 658: Enjoying Your New Years Gift? (Semi-R18)

When Nathanial finally managed to snap out of his stupor, he quickly tried to say something.

Perhaps it was a question.

Perhaps it was a compliment.

But whatever the King was trying to say to his Queen, all that came out of his mouth was, "Bu... wha... uh... en... um..."

This bout of gibberish drew a small laugh from Cynthia, who thought in that moment her husband looked quite a bit like a fish she had just caught and reeled in, which honestly wasn’t a bad description for the situation.

She couldn’t really blame Nathanial for his absurd reaction though; after all, a few minutes ago, she had been having a similar meltdown in her room.

Cynthia knew she looked beautiful in pretty much anything she wore, so a few minutes ago, back in her room, it came as quite a shock to her just how much of a difference a few thin, tiny pieces of fabric could make.

At that moment, the Third Queen was absolutely certain that being completely naked would have been far less beguiling.

After she finally got her head working again and somewhat settled her pounding heart, Cynthia’s thoughts began churning chaotically.

Is this really alright?

What am I even doing?

How will Nathan react?

Will he be ashamed of me? Or embarrassed? Or will he just be... aroused? Maybe dumbstruck?

How could a few pieces of fabric have such a huge effect!

How did my little son-in-law even come up with something like this!?

Heavens! What will he do to my poor, sweet, innocent Tina when they finally get married?!

On their wedding night, him walking into her room, her wearing something like this... or maybe something even more outrageous...

It’s going to be...

It’s going to be...

It’s going to be so very very interesting!

Eyes sparkling with mischief, and a big silly grin on her face, Cynthia set out with great determination, but her bravery barely lasted until she reached the door of her own room, after which she became nervous again for many reasons.

Now, however, looking at the dopey expression on her dear husband’s face, Cynthia felt that working up the nerve to wear this was totally worth it.

Her new bedroom battle-armour was astonishing effective, dramatically enhancing both her offensive and defensive capabilities to the point where she had managed to ’subdue and defeat’ her target without even throwing a single punch.

After getting the giggles out of her system, Cynthia smiled sweetly and finally asked, "Can I come in?"

Prompted by the question, Nathanial finally seemed to get his act together and nodded, moving back and opening the way.

With the route now cleared, Cynthia stepped forward boldly, her high-heels clicking audibly against the wood floor.

Obviously, there was no need for shoes at this point, especially considering what was about to happen, but following the instructions in the box from [Lust], the Third Queen had put them on anyways.

Cynthia might not have been as strong or as well trained as Celestina, but she was still a Complete Mid-Rank Initiate, so it hadn’t taken her long to learn how to walk in heels, even the very-tall 10 cm ones she was currently wearing.

At first, Cynthia and her sisters weren’t sure what the point of this type of footwear was; after all, they certainly weren’t the most practical, nor were they even very comfortable, so why had Lucas specifically sent them each 4 different pairs?

It was only after putting them on, together with their new dresses, that the Queens understood.

Similar to the over-the-top gowns and outfits that were considered traditional formalwear in the Rockwell Kingdom, these high-heels were basically just decorative pieces.

Were they really necessary?

No, certainly not; however, the effect it had on their appearances was big enough that they didn’t have a problem wearing these high-heels at least for celebratory events.

Cynthia and Natasha also quietly appreciated being able to narrow the height gap between them and Marianne, who was significantly taller than either of them.

Right now, though, Cynthia was discovering another use for these shoes, seduction.

The way they drew attention with the slight noise they made, the way they forced her legs into their most shapely form, the way they caused her hips to sway more than normal as she walked, the way they naturally shifted her posture to emphasize her curves...

None of this was missed by Cynthia as she entered the room, sashaying past her husband as she felt the urge to tease him growing inside her.

Nathanial also didn’t miss this fact, as his eyes remained absolutely glued to his wife’s figure, his gaze swaying to follow the hypnotic movements of her sensuous body.

About 10 steps into the room, Cynthia suddenly paused, the moonlight from the large windows in front of her causing her lustrous silver hair to appear like it was glowing.

Turning her head back over her shoulder, a small, flirty smile adorning her lips, she giggled again as she called out, "Well? Are you coming?"

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Nathanial, who had again fallen into a daze as he stared at his Third Wife’s perfect, heart shaped peach, snapped his head up to see the coy look on her face.

There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to ask, but all of that paled in comparison to his desire to rush forward, pin this temptress under him and ravage her until she could no longer make that mocking smirk.

So that was what he did.

Throwing the door closed, not even bothering to keep the noise down, Nathanial strode over with big, long steps, and crashed into his waiting wife.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Nathanial spun the little vixen around on her heels to face him, the swift motion causing the sheer silk of her babydoll to fly up and fully reveal her thin waist and flat stomach momentarily before it again floated down to grace her jade-like skin.

Breathing heavily already, the man stared at his wife with a primal hunger she had not seen in many years, something that only caused the flames of passion to burn hotter in Cynthia’s heart, and in her loins.

At this point, there was no need for further words, no need for any more invitations, but even as lust began clouding both of their heads, Cynthia couldn’t resist the urge.

Lifting herself up even further off her heels, the little rabbit pressed her astonishingly full beasts against the firm, muscular chest of the dangerous predator before her, brought one hand to his face, and gently leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Enjoying your New Years gift, Nathan?"