Chapter 40: Lustful Dream.

  Moans!

  Celia: “…”

  Having full trust in her wife, Celia did as the Cultivator taught. Seconds later, Celia felt and heard a whooshing sound, before then finding herself in…

  The Moans Got Louder!

  A room of pure gold, with a single, overly large bed in it. On the bed was Queen Larn, while around her… were various women, some Elves, but their races differed greatly.

  Larn was dressed up like a Succubus, even having horns, and a thin tail, which had a heart at the tip of it. Frankly, if Celia didn’t already give herself to her wives… she’d be deeply affected by this scene.

  Whoosh!

  Guanyu: “Sorry I’m late, Celia. Larn was… having a moment. Invading her Soul Realm during that would have been dangerous, so I waited…” She didn’t finish her words.

  Celia: “…”

  Guanyu: “…”

  Slash!

  Blocking Celia’s vision, the Cultivator then wordlessly killed all the women in the room. All of them were figments of Larn’s Soul Realm, with no Souls to speak of. Larn was left unharmed, though.

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  Guanyu: “How dare you soil Celia’s eyes with such filth! Only we, her wives, are allowed to do that!!!” She exclaimed in anger, shaking Larn.

  Larn: “…” “Death… might be my best option right now.” She thought with pure defeat.

  Upon committing the act of imaginary friend murder, Larn had woken up from her dream. Mostly nude, covered in… women liquids, the Elf hasn’t been this embarrassed in her entire life.

  Guanyu: “Larn, you put up such a regal act… But you were clearly holding back your desires. And how vivid they turned out to be…” She said with a sigh, putting a blanket on the Elf.

  Larn: “I… it is just a fantasy. I won’t do something like this in reality!” She shouted, still embarrassed, only getting redder and redder.

  Celia: “As long as it is consensual, I see no reason for you to not have a harem, Larn.” She coaxed, oddly being serious.

  Larn: “( ’-’ ~)”

  A Human girl, no older than 18, just consoled an Elf. One who was well over a few thousand years old, and even worse… it was a coaxing on Larn’s desire to have a huge harem of beautiful women.

  Larn: “What happened to that monster?” She asked, trying to shift the topic.

  Celia: “Oh, it was something odd. The Will of Existence had to deal with it. But you and the others were still resting, so we had to invade your Soul Realm.” She explained.

  Larn didn’t know what to say, as this was all her doing. Or rather, the times in which she met Celia, or fought against that being… those felt like the dreams to her. The Elf was so caught up and enjoying her own dream… that she had begun to mistake it for reality.

  Whoosh!

  Celia: “We’ll wake your daughter up next, Larn.” She informed, standing up from the couch.

  Larn: “P…please do. I must go take a long bath.” She agreed with a forced smile.

  After they returned to the real world, Larn saw her daughter looking flush. Considering how similar Ien was to her… the queen absolutely refused to invade Ien’s Soul Realm together with Celia. Some things were better left unknown, you see…