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Qianye had thought that there would never come a time again where he would be able to live through the joys of life. When condemned to a condition of ALS’s nature, the only thing that there was to do, was really to learn to accept your fate.

Soothing yourself with the little joys that came despite it, and going through each day looking to always find that small thing that could make it better, more enjoyable and... worth living.

Then came his death and transmigration. His circumstances might have been stressful, and nearly killing him, however, in hindsight, he was thrilled despite all of that.

He had changed drastically because of assimilating what he had now reasoned to have been Ouyang Qianye’s soul. There was no combination or fusion. He did not feel like Ouyang Qianye.

He was only himself.

However, he had—and silently thought that perhaps this had been some pre-requisite of transmigration—consumed his soul.

Although it was likely certain that it was not the same kind of consumption that he had gone through with Celosia.

Nevertheless, having come out of all these trials, even with his whole body wracked his pain, he had been thoroughly excited.

This second life might have been cursed and brought him so much suffering already, being utterly shit, but it was his shit second life.

And yet now, he dragged himself out of the lake, not caring in the slightest for the beauty of the place as he had been minutes before.

He had just read the system notification on how much time that he had left till the end of his free trial. His body had largely escaped the water, with its level hardly above his waistline. Qianye’s head was hung low, and he hadn’t heard the faint thud of something landing over the table. Neither had he cared for the sound of the birds fluttering away.

"Qianye..."

Only once he heard the rustle of her feet and that flower delicate voice over the grass did he care to raise his head.

The purple of his eyes that had been ground bleak, inadvertently shimmered. His brows rose as she walked past the threshold of the forest, where the moonlight would illuminate her still-wet figure.

Her hair was done into a single, long braid that she rested over her should, allowing it to fall to her front.

Water dripped from her body, and the white robe that she wore clung to her tall, elegantly curvaceous figure. One of her arms was across her torso, cradling up her breasts and pressing forth her roused, pink nipples. The arm held the upper are of the arm that lay straight, covering where her figure eased into paradise.

Qianye had frozen on the spot, and his mouth part open a little at the sight of her visage, blushed in red, and that elegant body, glowing with a white light from her back.

He was moments away from uttering whatever the first thing amongst the many that had been clogged in his throat was.

It would have just come out indiscriminately, with no way of knowing what he would even say to the woman that had not even graced the main character with the sight of her body.

However, seemingly having noticed that he was about to speak, as the water gracefully part for her foot, rippling that little more at its quiver, she spoke first:

"... You told me you believe that there is a chance now... right?"

Before he knew it, she was right before him, looking down at him delicately, muttering those words.

Her eyes had then struggled to remain on his for a few moments, and once more, she did not wait for him to respond, and her hand unfurled from holding the other, "I wish to improve those chances..."

She glanced back at him as her hands raised, and the water lingering over her fingers joined with the droplets over his thin chest where they touched.

His eyes fell slightly to her pink filled lips as she continued, "And I said that I would tell you about what I have hidden from the humans of this place all these years..."

A thrill of a shiver rushed through Qianye then, and his face began to calm, smiling faintly with his heart drumming by her arousal.

"I am not a half elf as the sect humans believe I am," she muttered, and the gold in her gaze shivered a little, "I am of special blood, even amongst our royalty..."

She paused faintly, and Qianye’s attention that had returned to her eyes, noticed her glance down at lips.

"If we have intimacy, with the purity of my bloodline, the essence from my body will be able to restore your meridians and spiritual root." And there, seeing that Qianye had not rejected her, without the slightest hint of any revulsion that humans had towards them, her hands drew back.

They touched the robe that she had left untied, and she undressed herself.

As it fell away from her, allowing the moonlight and him witness of herself, she muttered, "My innocence has yet to have been taken by any man," She brought herself a step closer, this time reaching for his hand that she raised, "so I am inexperienced... but I will do my best to ensure that I do not aggravate your injuries."

Qianye, having silently listened, released the faintest sigh as she lifted his hand to the side of her flushed face.

She had such a dainty expression, her eyelids lowered slightly as her chest rose that much quicker than usual, her heated breaths tickling his face.

It was a look so potent he couldn’t not think of how it would be impossible to resist such a royal beauty offering herself to a normal man.

And he understood why she was doing it.

He had known this whole time that sleeping with an elf, male or female, had such beneficial effects on someone’s health.

That impact only grew at the higher purities of their elven bloodline, and she, elven royalty, was essentially a hallowed fruit of life in comparison to any other elf.

Taking her innocence would, without doubt, restore his ability to cultivate.