People have dualities.

A person who appears frivolous on the outside may be very innocent when alone.

Conversely, a queen who is seen as cold and dignified by others may exhibit a shy and embarrassed side when alone in her room.

Isabella, who has stripped down to her underwear, maintains a sitting position on a large bed like a duck, with dark black lace panties slipping down from one side.

Her left hand is placed on a narrow and surprisingly raised cleavage, her slender fingertips embracing certain areas that are difficult to describe, tracing circles up and down.

Her right hand is kept close to her petite nose, her breath from her nostrils sticking her fingers, her moist lips occasionally staining her palm, enjoying the taste buds in the moment.

For a long time, Isabella's half-exposed body trembles vigorously after inhaling the scent of her own hand.

The effect of holding hands with Wang Xiaole and thus having a hint of his scent on her palm has an effect on Isabella like some illegal drug.

The Empress is deeply trapped in it and cannot escape.

Of course, if Isabella were still Isabella, she would never assume such a shameless posture.

Her abnormal behavior is purely due to the inner soul that occupies this body, not the original owner of the flesh...

"Ahhhh, I feel so good, it's so tantalizing! After smelling that temperature, the pain below becomes unbearable."

Moist threads trickle from the corners of her mouth, her gaze is hazy and sparkling like hearts, her body twisting and trembling.

The behavior mentioned above, full of a certain style, completely shatters the recently cool and domineering image of the girl in the bed. It even shatters her Valkyrie-like demeanor, where the wind follows her every step. "Crushed, crushed," she collapses.

Because her usual image is so prestigious, Isabella's appearance in the minds of the people has been deified for years.

If someone suddenly barged into the bedroom and witnessed the Empress grabbing their own hand and kissing and biting it, their brain would likely filter out this reality under the influence of rejection.

The victim, Sister Glasses, who witnessed a scene enough to make her doubt her own life, wiped her glasses, closed and opened her eyes.

(Whispering) "I need to relax and not put so much pressure on myself!"

After a few self-suggestions and moistening her eyes, Sister Glasses widened her eyes and looked ahead again.

"Ahahaha, no, I have to go, I have to..."

Her disintegrated appearance was even harder to look at. If she weren't afraid of death and pain, Sister Glasses would have chosen to escape by now.

Now what should she do?

The scene that she urgently wanted to erase is still there, emphasizing the terrifying presence like it's going to gouge out Sister Glasses' pupils countless times.

After wiping her glasses multiple times without success, Sister Glasses abandoned her previous thoughts of escape and made a resolute decision!

Click, she simply crushed the glass lenses.

(Whispering to herself) "It's fake, it must be fake! Seeing a scene more unbelievable than the end of the world, the only possible reason is that my glasses are broken."

Abandoning one thought of escape and moving on to the next;

A person cannot survive without self-deception...

"Uh-haha, just fantasizing in my mind is not enough; my body also needs some stimulation to deepen the reality of the illusion."

There is something that can be eaten, used, and even played with. It is especially loved by some girls. What is it?

The answer is the cucumber in Isabella's hand!

Sister Glasses frowned, knowing that what is about to happen is not simple.

If not handled properly, it could escalate into a major event that shatters the faith of the citizens, and this outcome is not an exaggeration.

Therefore, she must stand up and take action, at any cost, to prevent the nightmare from further manifesting.

Even if the image of the queen in her own heart turns to ashes, it doesn't matter.

Because if she doesn't intervene now, later, when the queen makes more intense moves, the image of her in the hearts of her subordinates may not even be left as ashes.

"Today, you are the main course to deepen my fantasies. Let's begin.""Please spare me!"

Loyal and protective, Sister Glasses jumped up from the door and leaped towards Isabella;

But halfway through, she fell down, landing in a painful position and letting out moans of agony.