Chapter Twelve: A Declaration of War?

"Ah! Your Majesty..."

Wan'er lay prone on the bed as Li Chen stroked her slender, jade-like legs. His hand wandered steadily upward as he massaged her.

"Ah... Your Majesty... please... don't... Your servant... your servant feels strange!"

"Strange? Is it here?"

Under the flickering candlelight, facing the delicate and beautiful Wan'er, Li Chen did not draw back; instead, he moved his hand further upward. The shy girl panicked, and just as she was about to turn over, Li Chen pinned her beneath him. In the dim, warm light, the enchanting Wan'er looked like a ripened red apple. A surge of heat flooded Li Chen’s chest and abdomen.

"Ah... Your Majesty!"

Who could withstand such a soft moan? A beauty of this caliber was something he could only appreciate on a hard drive in his past life. Forget being in bed with her—he wouldn't even have been qualified to kneel at her feet. But now? She was beneath him, and if he wished, he could claim her right here and now.

Li Chen, oh Li Chen. You’ve been a virgin for over twenty years; let me be the one to turn you into a real man today!

"Why are you shy? I’m going to show you something that feels even better than a massage."

As someone from the Kingdom of Women, Wan'er was a naive girl who understood nothing of such matters. After Li Chen spoke, she asked with genuine curiosity:

"Your Majesty, what could be more comfortable than a massage? And... why are you pressing down on me?"

As she spoke, a hint of panic colored her expression.

"Hahaha, are you truly that ignorant, or are you teasing me on purpose?"

Wan'er’s face paled slightly. "Your Majesty, I truly do not know. Can... can you please move? This makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"What a little girl you are. Fine, then I’ll show you what it means to feel good."

Li