"Do you have any last words, Moen Campbell?"
At this moment, just as Ariel had predicted, Celicia was pinning Moen down fiercely beneath her.
The "battle" was over.
After the "who-knows-how-long battle", the two had fought their way from the sofa to the floor, overturning the coffee table and shattering teacups during the hot sex, leaving the woolen carpet in complete disarray.
It wasn't until both of them were utterly spent and the effects of the drug inside Celicia had completely worn off.
The "battle" finally ceased.
Yet, the peculiar scent lingering in the room, the lingering marks scattered around, and the fact that both of them were still unclothed were unmistakable signs of just how intense everything happened here.
Now that the combat was over, what remained was... the time for liquidate.
Celicia remained in that suggestive posture, still perched atop Moen. However, her once enchanting and alluring face was now turned into the icy one. Her cold gaze bore into Moen relentlessly, with killing intent in the eyes.
She gripped Moen's neck with her ten fingers, inch by inch tightening, as she repeated her earlier question:
"Speak your final words, for this is your last chance."
"Well..."
Moen, utterly drained, forced a smile that was even uglier than crying and replied:
"Does that mean if I don't say anything then I won't die?"
"Guess you still can't see how the situation goes now."
Celicia’s fingertips suddenly emitted an icy chill, engulfing half of Moen's body in an instant. The unbearable pain and the shadow of death consumed him.
Moen abruptly realized that this woman was indeed ready to kill him—and without hesitation.
Even though they'd just shared a brief, beautiful connection.
"Wait, wait! Let me speak, please!"
Moen couldn't help but scream, terrified.
"I had my reasons for doing this!"
"Oh, reasons?"
Celicia sneered coldly:
"I’d like to hear what kind of reason led you to commit such a despicable act."
"Because... because..."
Moen’s brain raced, scrambling for an excuse.
Reincarnation, destiny, prophetic dreams… such obviously dubious explanations could not possibly work.
He had to find something could stand itself!
Perhaps he could claim he accidentally slipped and dropped the pill into the tea when he tripped over his own feet?
Or maybe he could assert that the pill wasn't what it seemed but rather some sorts of diet pills?
Or even that this was all a dream, and none of it had actually happened upon waking?
Yet, when Moen opened his mouth, his explanation turned into something entirely different.
"It's because I like you, Celicia!"
"What?"
"Ah..."
Celicia visibly froze for a moment.
Not only was she stunned, but even Moen himself was utterly bewildered.
What the hell am I saying?!
Sure, in a past life he'd loved Celicia as a character. He’d even bought her official life-sized poster and stuck it beside his bed just so her image would be the first thing he saw every morning.
But that didn’t mean he could immediately fall for someone who had once only existed in fiction!
He's not those nerds who claim fictional characters his wife!
Even if he had a slip of the tongue, it shouldn’t have been this bad!
Wait... could all of these just because the original Moen has such an intention?
As far as he remembered, the original Moen did seem to like Celicia truly. After all, if it hadn't been for genuine affection, it wouldn’t make sense for him to act like this.
Damn it, you're dead! Don't drag me down with you!
Moen cursed internally.
But then... since he’d already said it…
Technically, wouldn’t a girl blush if she were suddenly confessed to?
Gripped by an emergent desire to survive, Moen clung to a shred of hope.
Maybe...
...
"So, that's your disgusting reason?" Celicia quickly regained her icy demeanor.
Her hands remained firmly on Moen's neck, showing no hint of being moved by his confession. As for "blushing," the one who looked like they fit that description better at the moment was Moen himself, pinned down and humiliated.
"Disgusting?"
Moen smiled awkwardly. "Well, in some way, it is... a sincere emotion..."
"And you dare to call this sincere emotion?"
Celicia interrupted him coldly:
"Taking away a young lady's virginity is what you call sincerity?
What kind of joke are you telling, Moen Campbell?!
If you truly liked me, you would stand in front of me openly and proudly. Use your personality, your capability, your genuine heart to win me over like a man!
Not stoop to such despicable acts as drugging me!
If you had done so, even if I still have no feelings for you, I might have respected the marriage arrangement and become your wife.
But now...
Heh, are you naive enough to believe that one sex with you would stir any special emotions in me?
No, Moen Campbell, I will never fall for a vile schemer nor marry a coward like you!"
Celicia leaned down, making their faces mere inches apart.
Close enough to feel each other's breaths, just like earlier.
But this time, what Moen felt was something entirely different.
From Celicia's frost-blue eyes, he seemed to notice something deeper.
It was a blaze—a sacred, white flame burning within.
Of course, this was Celicia.
Celicia Leopold.
The original story's top heroine.
Just like the brief caption on her official poster:
—She is the eternally proud, eternally pure white swan, who will never succumb to any evil or filth.
So even now, despite being completely unclothed and defiled, she was still the queen in royal regalia, gazing down at the wretched sinner.
"So beautiful..." Moen couldn’t help but murmur as he stared at the girl mere inches away.
"Alright, now that you've had your say, it's time for you to go to hell."
Hearing Moen's murmur, Celicia’s expression remained unchanged as she gradually tightened her grasp.
"I hope in your next life, you will heed my words—to truly seek out love with sincerity."
"Farewell..."
