Chapter 1205 - 193: Bayonetta and Ilya’s Competing Training and Legendary Level Ring: Radiant Sanctuary_3

Chapter 1205: Chapter 193: Bayonetta and Ilya’s Competing Training and Legendary Level Ring: Radiant Sanctuary_3

Not only did she not shrink back, she instead obediently tilted her head up slightly. Her long lashes trembled like butterfly wings, and that trace of aloofness in her eyes melted away completely, replaced by a dewy softness that carried both pleading and seduction. She did not speak, only used her gaze to deliver a silent invitation.

Su Li’s thumb gently rubbed along her delicate jawline as his gaze shifted to Ilya, who stood beside them with her head lowered. "Ilya." He called, his voice low and magnetic.

"Yes, Lord." Ilya answered at once, lifting her head, a faint blush once again tinting her pure, flawless face.

Seeing the Lord lift his lady’s chin in such an intimate gesture, her heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster.

"There’s no more need for service here." Su Li ordered, though his gaze remained locked on Ilya. "Close the door."

Ilya’s heart gave a fierce thump. In an instant, she understood Su Li’s intention. In broad daylight... in the lady’s room... A pink flush rose along her fair neck, but her long-cultivated obedience, and that secret expectation in the depths of her heart, left her without the slightest hesitation.

She bent her knees in a perfect curtsey, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor. "As you command, my Lord." She quickly and lightly retreated to the door, silently closing the heavy panels and shutting out the world beyond.

With a soft "click" as the door latched, the air in the room seemed to instantly grow thick and scorching. The sunlight was still bright, yet it added a touch of forbidden languor to this enclosed space.

Su Li’s fingers left Bayonetta’s chin and slid instead to her shoulder, caressing the rounded line wrapped in luxurious fabric. His gaze was sharply invasive, as if it had already pierced through that layer of cloth. "My lady seems a little nervous?" he murmured, with a hint of teasing.

Bayonetta drew in a deep breath, as though she had made some sort of decision. She did not answer. Instead, she took the initiative to extend her hand; those slender jade-like fingers trembled ever so slightly, yet with an unusual firmness, as they brushed against the buttons on Su Li’s chest. Her fingertips were cold, but her movements carried a sacrificial piety and urgency as she clumsily tried to undo that troublesome restraint.

"Let me... serve you..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, laden with an unprecedented allure.

At the same time, Su Li’s other hand had already reached toward Ilya, who stood quietly by the door. Without the need for words, Ilya moved as though drawn by invisible threads, obediently walking to his side. She tilted her head up slightly to meet Su Li’s gaze, her clear eyes shimmering with watery light, filled with utter trust and a shy trace of anticipation.

Su Li’s hand gently brushed through her hair, pure and white as snow, feeling its silken smoothness. His fingertips slipped quietly along the graceful line of her neck, finally coming to rest on the delicate decorative knot at the back of her white dress.

Ilya’s body trembled faintly. Her eyelids lowered, long white lashes casting fan-shaped shadows in the light, as though silently consenting to the Transformation that was about to happen.

Sunlight streamed through the lattice windows, scattering warm patches of light across the floor. In the air, the expensive incense, the lingering aroma of flower tea, and a faint, indescribably sweet fragrance twined together.

The soft rustle of fabric, the subtle and hurried breaths, and the occasional light sigh forced back down into the throat became the most tremor-inducing whispers of this bright afternoon.

The sumptuous gown slid down like fallen petals, silently pooling upon the carpet, revealing Bayonetta’s well-maintained, mature and voluptuous body, gleaming with a pearly sheen beneath the daylight. Ilya’s simple white dress also slipped quietly away, unveiling the pure, flawless curves unique to a young maiden, like a newly blossomed snow lotus. Full and lush, slender and delicate, spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum—two extremes of beauty were laid bare before Su Li without reservation.

Bayonetta completely cast aside a noblewoman’s reserve, twining around him like a vine, using her full lips and warm body to express flattery and submission, trying to secure her place in this new environment through the most primal means. Ilya, meanwhile, with a maiden’s shyness and absolute obedience, let Su Li lead her. Her cool, serene features flushed with a rosy glow of emotion, and every touch drew soft, kitten-like whimpers from her lips.

Su Li became the absolute master of this small world, enjoying a double offering. Sunlight not only illuminated the room; it also shone upon this forbidden scene where power, desire, and new beginnings intertwined. Bayonetta’s untouched cup of flower tea sat quietly on the table, its steam long since faded, while the temperature within the room continued to climb in silence.

It was not until Dusk, when the sun had set, that Su Li finally left the intoxicating Jingyue Hall. He could clearly feel that his strength had risen yet another notch.

At this rate of cultivation, Legendary Level truly no longer felt out of reach.

Indeed, the Knight’s way of cultivation was the perfect path for him—and the key was that he relished it.

After finishing his cultivation, he not only did not feel tired, but was instead in an extremely high-spirited state. He went straight to the treehouse. Considering that Ingrid might be conducting experiments inside, he specifically knocked on the door.

"Come in, Lord." Ingrid’s voice came from within, tinged with fatigue yet brimming with excitement.

The light inside the treehouse was soft. Ingrid sat before a desk naturally formed by intertwined tree roots. In front of her rested a small open Mithril box inlaid with star patterns. On the soft black Swan-velvet lining within lay a ring.

The ring itself was not ornate; one could even say it was plain. Its band displayed a strange, flowing iridescent sheen, as if a post-rain rainbow had been solidified within the metal. There was no Gemstone set on the band, but at the center of the ring’s face was an extremely tiny vortex, constantly shifting with gentle seven-colored halos. Looking closely, that vortex seemed to be woven from countless rainbow threads finer than a strand of hair.