Since each Spirit King has their own quarters in separate zones, the central palace is only used on occasions when all of them must gather to discuss something, such as today.
However, it is extremely rare for all four Spirit Kings to meet. This gathering is the first since over thirty years ago when they convened to discuss Lindy’s punishment, and once again, it is concerning Lindy. Without any particular reason, there would be no use for this place. There is no need to hire a separate manager to maintain a meaningless building for dozens, or even hundreds of years, especially since this is the Spirit Realm, where dust never settles.
When Lindy and Silfi went out to stroll and reminisce, the guest area in the eastern wing was left with only Alicia and Clarice remaining. Among the many rooms with their lights off, only one window remained lit.
Between the cracks of the door, a faint light and muffled moans could be heard leaking out. As Alicia gently bit Clarice’s ear, the moans grew louder.
“Haaah…!”
Who would have guessed that one of the four rulers of the Spirit Realm could make such clumsy moans?
Alicia’s hand had already rested on Clarice’s thigh. The short skirt she wore only made it easier for Alicia’s hand to naturally glide over her smooth skin, making Clarice feel a wave of warmth spreading through her body.
As this went on, Alicia lifted their interlocked hands and Clarice couldn’t help but wait curiously yet anxiously for her next move, watching with drooping eyelids.
“Yam.”
Alicia brought Clarice’s hand up to her face and slipped one of her fingers into her mouth. Confused by this unexpected action, Clarice could only wonder why Alicia, who wasn’t a child, would do such a thing. But before she could ask, Alicia’s tongue began to move against her finger—licking it, nibbling it, and sucking gently. It was merely an ordinary action.
Though she felt Alicia’s tongue more meticulously than when her neck was licked, it was nothing more. Just as Clarice was letting out a sigh, mingled with an inexplicable sense of disappointment, something was brought toward her face. A glance revealed a single finger—the one that had just been interlocked with Alicia’s.
Before she could ask what it was, Alicia’s finger slipped past her slightly parted lips. The sensation of Alicia’s finger pressed against her tongue slowly prodded around, tick-tock.
Simultaneously, Alicia’s tongue licked Clarice’s finger in the same rhythm—tick-tock.
Tangled and entwined fingers and tongues made Clarice lose herself in the sensation, feeling as though their tongues were truly entangled through the barrier of her finger.
Surrendering gently to Alicia’s fingers and tongue, Clarice soon began moving her own fingers and tongue actively, craving more from Alicia. Drool leaked from her slightly open mouth, but there was no time to care about such trivialities, only seeking more and engaging her fingers and tongue with increasing vigor.
Meanwhile, Alicia’s other hand continued to roam over Clarice’s body, occasionally sparking unexpected sensations from sensitive spots, causing Clarice to nibble on Alicia’s fingers in surprise.
How long had it been? Slowly, Alicia withdrew her finger from Clarice’s mouth. Despite her protests and attempts to hold the finger in her mouth longer, it slipped away, slick with saliva. Without showing any discomfort, Alicia moved her hand elsewhere.
Filled with anticipation as to where this might lead, Clarice’s eyes followed Alicia’s hand. It soon rested over her chest.
It was an action the usual Alicia would never have dared. Though friends in the past played around with her chest, even with remnants of her past male identity, she refrained from playing such games with her friends.
But the heat in her body had long overwhelmed her conscience. Her current actions lacked any hesitation.
The hands Alicia had softly placed over Clarice’s chest slightly tightened. Startled, Clarice shuddered, but Alicia paid her no mind and continued to explore her touch.
Recalling how her friends had teased her in the past, Alicia clumsily mimicked their actions. Encased in Alicia’s hands, Clarice’s chest was toyed with freely, as though it were nothing but a plaything.
The intensity of Alicia’s breath tickled her nose, her touches teased her body, and her heated core felt as if it could emit flames.
Overcome by an unquenchable thirst for desire, Clarice felt on the verge of insanity. The towering structure of pleasure, built brick by brick, brought joy yet simultaneously left her feeling trapped.
However, at that moment, Alicia’s finger lightly pinched Clarice. Like removing the base blocks in a stacking game, causing the precariously balanced tower to crash, her sensations were overwhelmed, collapsing in a heap.
“Haaahhh!”
All the sensations she had been building up were released at once. Holding back her moans so they wouldn’t escape and be heard outside was futile; the sounds had already filled the room.
Her back arched like a bow, her face turned upward. Her legs stretched and convulsed, repeating the act of lifting and lowering her bottom on the chair.
This short moment, whether seconds or perhaps tens of seconds, passed as Clarice finally lay limp in her chair. Dribbling saliva from slightly parted lips and eyes slowly shutting, she was utterly spent.
“Clarice-nim?”
Alicia called her name, but there was no response.
“Whaaat? Is Clarice-nim asleep? You accuse me of being drunk, but you’re the one who passed out…”
Exhausted by the new sensations and situations, Clarice had already fallen into slumber. No amount of Alicia calling her name or shaking her could awaken her.
“Hehehe… You shouldn’t sleep here like this, you’ll catch a cold.”
Alicia, left alone, decided she couldn’t simply leave Clarice exposed like that. Picking her up with a grunt, she carried her toward the bed in the corner of the room.
Managing to stay upright despite her drunken state, Alicia somehow made it to the bed. But that was as far as she got. Dropping Clarice onto the soft mattress, Alicia lost her balance and fell on top of her.
With a thud, Alicia completely collapsed over Clarice, yet there was no sign of the latter waking.
Perhaps influenced by seeing Clarice’s sleeping face, drowsiness overtook her despite the uncomfortable position. But fueled by alcohol, this discomfort was easily ignored. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavy, and Alicia’s eyes closed just as Clarice’s had moments before.
*
The time they spent apart had not been enough to fill the void, but even this brief reunion with Silfi had somewhat assuaged Lindy’s longing, and now she returned to Alicia’s room.
Knock knock.
“Alicia? Are you still drinking?”
No answer came. She tried opening the door, but the lock mechanism thwarted her with a click-click sound. Listening closely by the door, Lindy heard only silence inside. She must have gone to sleep.
“Hmm.”
Lindy paused a moment, considering. Normally, breaking such a simple lock would be no trouble at all. She often would have simply broken in, lying down next to an asleep Alicia to rest her worries, but their current situation gave her pause.
Why had she come to the Spirit Realm in the first place? Wasn’t it for forgiveness for the error she made in the past?
She couldn’t risk any misunderstanding that might undo her progress. Even worse, it could potentially alienate Clarice, a steadfast supporter until now.
While she did worry about Alicia in other ways, thinking of Clarice’s calm demeanor in her presence reassured her. After all, they were Spirit Kings.
And so, Lindy turned away from Alicia’s room and headed to her own.
A quiet thought crossed her mind—it seemed she was overthinking everything today.
