In the Name of Empress-Chapter 595 - 350: Deadly Temptation (Part 3)

Marrying the most beautiful girl in the world has its perks; one develops a strong resistance to beauty.

"Queen Sisi, please speak plainly if you have something to say; we are allies."

Queen Sisi slightly raised her head and said softly, "Do you have time to listen to a story?"

"If it's a story that can't be published in The Sun, I'm not very interested."

Unlike the Continental Conference standing on moral high ground and doing whatever they please, this time Roland lay directly on the moral low ground, emphasizing flexibility of the baseline.

Queen Sisi perhaps did not expect Roland would say such a thing, and she was slightly taken aback but quickly adjusted her mood.

She murmured softly, "If you want to exchange money for the tragic experience of a pitiable female, you may do so."

Roland shrugged, indicating for her to start her performance, but inwardly he grew more cautious.

As he expected, Queen Sisi's move was indeed clever.

She intended to use beauty as the opening, but with Sif present, ordinary temptation was useless, so she took off her gloves.

Hands and feet are very special entities.

Divided by function, they have nothing to do with sexual temptation.

Animals would never get aroused by the sight of another's hoofs.

But humans are different.

Humans imagine.

Upon seeing a short sleeve, they immediately think of bare arms, then of full nudity, then of...

Anyway, hands and feet are very peculiar organs.

Especially the rounded, delicate feet of a young girl; even an inadvertent exposure can awaken the desire among connoisseurs to play and admire.

Queen Sisi, being someone of status, naturally could not enter and immediately remove her shoes to show her feet.

Even if she could do such a thing, suddenly doing so would spoil the atmosphere.

Moreover, even removing her shoes could not seduce Roland.

So she chose her slender bare hands.

If she extended them directly, it would have no effect, so she wore lace gloves.

The unveiling of white lace followed by the slow reveal of jade-like fingers has a visual impact of contrast, a deadly allure for any man.

Roland is a perfectly normal man in terms of sexual orientation, and young too.

He wasn't an exception.

If there weren't reminders from Sif and Christine, he might just lose his composure.

But before him now was only one number, fifteen.

Roland sighed inwardly.

Women and bitches have both experienced men, but they're completely different.

Mature women are married ladies; they exude a charming aura from naivety to maturity, with a unique allure refined through life.

Harshly taking a married woman loyal to her family into one's embrace and plundering wantonly, watching her half-heartedly endure, is the correct approach to appreciating such women.

If Queen Sisi were a married woman, Sif wouldn't mind, and Roland probably wouldn't refuse a politically motivated friendly match.

But bitches are different.

They are toilets.

Those of plain looks are filthy latrines, while those with outstanding looks are clean, tidy premium toilets.

Queen Sisi is...

A five-star toilet.

Roland slightly lowered his head, allowing the disgust in his eyes to disperse into the air.

He slowly reached out.

At this point, he had to act like a normal man, taking advantage of the moment.

However, he still felt a wave of nausea within.

The pain Christine experienced was now his turn.

His fingertips stopped just a few centimeters away from Queen Sisi's fair hand, abruptly halting.

This seemingly hesitating pause froze the smile on Queen Sisi's face.

"Sorry, I almost offended your purity."

Roland smiled as he retracted his fingertips, calmly returning to his seat, and picked up a teacup.

"Fortunately, my sexual orientation is quite conventional; I prefer slender, delicate feet of girls. Can your story begin now?"

Queen Sisi squinted her eyes, a trace of anger swirling in the bottom.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly; this time she was truly angry.

Her feet were a taboo topic not to be mentioned; Roland inadvertently violated the taboo.

But she couldn't just storm off in anger, instead, she replied with slight displeasure:

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Perhaps your wife has the most beautiful feet in the world, but I do not wish for someone other than my husband to explore my privacy."

Accompanied by a trembling tone, tears rolled down Queen Sisi's cheeks.

This fragile stance, like a lily swaying in the bitter rain, would arouse a strong protective desire in any man.

If he didn't know the details, Roland might have been the same.

But he knew.

Holding the teacup, he paused, not drinking, making it clear; if no story was to be told, it was time to leave.

Queen Sisi wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, and when she looked up again, her face was filled with sadness.

"I was once the most beautiful woman in the world."

"That was indeed the case ten years ago," Roland responded calmly.

Queen Sisi was not angered by Roland's interruption. She spread her arms as if embracing the storm in the void, and her sorrowful voice was particularly ethereal.

"Until I met Sofia."

She began to tell the story of meeting Sofia.

Before marriage, because both were Odin descendants, and of nobility, they were once dear friends.

Their friendship was once unbreakable until the appearance of Ivan IV.

Ivan IV once proposed to Queen Sisi's family, hoping to marry Sisi.

However, her father hadn't responded before Sofia's family swooped in.

Sofia's family was a Hereditary Duke, with power and status far above Queen Sisi.

"She just seized my marriage proposal target."

This story left Roland stunned, somewhat at a loss.

Queen Sisi probably wouldn't hide anything on such matters; this might indeed be true.

Judging by Sofia cutting ties with her family after marriage, not even attending her parents' funerals, Sofia probably didn't like this marriage and merely accepted it reluctantly.