This is what happened in the Queen's room.

Wang Xiaole sat on the bed with one leg crossed, his face tensed, proudly displaying his "mountain peaks" before the two women in front of him. At that moment, he embarked on a profound ideological education for the two.

The beginning of the incident was simply a solemn reminder he delivered to the two girls while Isabella was down with sleeping sickness in bed. The content of the education was nothing new—it mainly revolved around "getting along peacefully" and "at least not fighting in front of me," typical clichés of such advice.

It goes without saying that Lucia and Cai, the two young girls, did not enjoy listening to such lengthy talks. Fortunately, after enduring for a while, the educational session was nearing its end.

"Have you both understood what I said clearly?" A rhetorical question served as a concluding remark for this final stage.

"We heard you loud and clear."

"Clear as crystal."

The girls agreed quickly, but how much of it would actually be effective remained uncertain. After all, their compliance was merely a necessary evasion to swiftly conclude a troublesome topic.

Of course, no effect at all was even less likely. Who would have thought that Wang Xiaole, who disliked nagging, had turned into the very person he used to hate most during the early hours of today?

Given his significant sacrifice, the two girls decided to slightly ease their relationship with Isabella in the near future. Note the word "slightly"!

However, although obedience was the end result, the process leading up to it was absolutely critical. They were not agreeing just for the sake of it.

Abandoning the struggle with Isabella was an incredibly difficult request, as they had to contain their emotions during the process. The determination to suppress oneself was often propelled by a more alluring motivation. Their individual needs were different; in Lucia's eyes:

"If, my dear, you allow me to rest on your chest, I will try my best to reduce conflicts with that vixen."

Observing the elegantly poised young girl before him, Wang Xiaole realized that Lucia had indeed "become more obedient" than before.

Specifically, Lucia, with her rival right under her nose, not only had no intention of picking up her weapon (a fan) but was willing to stop escalating conflicts with her rival in a nearly compromising manner.

Appreciating Lucia's restraint, Wang Xiaole agreed to her request and immediately lowered the zipper at the top of her blouse with a finger. Perhaps driven by a sense of shyness, Wang Xiaole did not fully reveal his chest but exposed a portion of his side chest skin. Inside the bright and colorful blouse, the significant size of his chest, squeezed by the fabric, swelled forward, changing shape as the fair skin took on a blush.

Lucia's request was simple - just to rest on those two soft mounds. At that moment, whether there was fabric separating them was actually irrelevant. By being willing to expose his chest a little, Wang Xiaole was offering an additional favor.

This indirectly proved that Wang Xiaole had gradually developed a pattern for using his own body in such matters!

On the other hand, Lucia could not have imagined:

In the next moment, the sensation that she would experience far exceeded her expectations.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Lucia quickly lowered her head, just like a little daughter coaxing her mother, burying her face in the "valleys and ravines," with her nose tip inserted into the "valleys."

*Sniff, sniff, sniff…*

Without a doubt, Lucia believed that she was at the pinnacle of her life!

She was extremely happy, but Wang Xiaole's face twitched slowly.

"Xia, what did you just say? 'I agree that you can rest your head on my chest,' but why did you bring your face so close?"

"Hehe, my face is a part of my head, didn't deceive you, sweetheart!" Lucia said as she could make the only defense.

Later on, Wang Xiaole stopped pursuing the matter, not because he was swayed by the other party's sophistry, but because he found it somewhat unbearable.

Considering the position they were in, now, while Lucia spoke, her lips were also continuously moving;

Thus, Lucia's moist tongue would occasionally touch the sensitive skin on the side of the chest;

The stimulation this caused was too strong, and Wang Xiaole would rather let Lucia mess around in front of her chest than to subject his body to any new sensations.

Gazing at the satisfied mistress, Cay could foresee the end of her turn and signaled that it was her turn next.

"Lord Xiaole..."

"Cay, you won't also end up like Xia, starting to enjoy a girl's body, will you?"

One "yuri lover" was fine, but once the number became two, Wang Xiaole had every reason to believe that he wouldn't handle it.

Fortunately, Cay didn't suddenly change her sexual orientation; she just acted out her consistent character traits and, later, pitifully pleaded:

"Lord Xiaole, could you use your fingers to flick my forehead hard?"

Translating it into simpler terms, it was a "request for abuse," and Cay's request was for it to be as strong as possible - the harder, the better.

Wang Xiaole was already accustomed to the fact that there was no ordinary girl beside him, and he had reached the point where he hardly felt surprised about anything. He wasn't astonished by Cay's request. At most, it was just to pass the time, so he deliberately asked one more question:

"Do I have any other options?"

"Yes!" Cay answered with a saintly expression, smiling and replied, "Lord Xiaole, you can keep a straight face and glower at me angrily within three seconds, staring at me as if I were a dead rat..."

Is that it?

Far from it, Cay breathlessly explained "Plan B" without pausing:

"And, also, it would be great if you scolded me a few times: 'You stupid woman, what dreams are you dreaming of? Get out of here!' If it's something like that, I would be extremely grateful."

"Stop, I'll flick your forehead!"

After weighing his options, Wang Xiaole chose the calmest way;

And Cay was easy to please; just with a "pluff" sound on her forehead, she was already content, determined to be a "good girl" in the near future.

But bear in mind:

While Cay's requests may seem easy to fulfill, it doesn't mean she doesn't have desires; the only difference with regular folk is:

The things Caisuo wanted appeared extraordinary in various ways.

With her only wish currently fulfilled, Cai didn't linger in the room and immediately prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" Wang Xiaole followed the figure with his eyes and asked as the door was being opened halfway.

"To prepare meals for you and the mistress," came the brief reply.

Such a short answer left Wang Xiaole puzzled, "There's no need for Cai to cook personally since there's food delivered from the palace, right?"

"Hmm, the food provided by that woman (Isabella) is enough for lunch and dinner; but how can Lady Xiaole's important breakfast be taken care of so casually?"

Prejudice had taken root in Cai's heart and couldn't be easily uprooted.

After a moment of consideration, Wang Xiaole thought to herself that cooking wasn't such a big deal; as long as she didn't cause trouble for the people in the palace, other things should be fine.

"Alright, Cai, go ahead and cook, just remember not to cause any trouble for the palace residents."

Cooking doesn't mean causing conflict or controversy; since it's not something that would lead to dire consequences, there's no harm in allowing it.

After getting permission, Cai turned back, smiled in Wang Xiaole's direction, and said, "Why don't you come in too, instead of standing outside."

With one foot already out of the door, Cai quickly stepped back in, bringing in more than just an object; a living little girl with cat ears and a furry tail.

Yes, Cai brought in Mewo White, who had been eavesdropping outside the door until then, in her arms.

Upon seeing the little girl, Wang Xiaole expressed surprise, "Mewo White, I told you to stay in the room, how did you sneak out?"

Normally, Mewo White was obedient, but that obedience depended on her good mood.

It's easy to understand; Mewo White was like a wild cat, friendly when happy, and even allowing someone to touch her head without issue, but if her mood soured, even the one who fed her would be mercilessly bitten on the finger...

"I'll leave the little sister here, then, please, Lady Xiaole, play with her slowly."

After putting Mewo White back on the floor, Cai really left the room, heading towards the kitchen.

While a ginger cat needed to divert Mewo White's attention by acting cute, Cai didn't need any support from companions at all.

Because everyone she met along the way would fall under her hypnotic spell;

To those hypnotized, Cai barely had any presence, less than that of invisible air;

Even if a maid felt something was amiss and stopped to look carefully, they would never discover Cai's tracks.

Wang Xiaole, trusting Cai's abilities, wasn't worried about her, but rather racking her brains over handling Mewo White who stood in front of her.

After spending time together these few days, Wang Xiaole realized this was a playful child who had specifically come out of her abode probably to play a game with her.

Wang Xiaole also had her own questions that she didn't fully understand:

Since Mewo White saw "Big Brother" again, that little brain of hers has completely figured it out:

Where to play, what to play, none of that matters;

Because as long as she's playing with this big brother in front of her, she can have a great time.

A certain thought once floated into Mewo White's consciousness;

It was a fleeting idea that would be forgotten unconsciously, only to resurface unintentionally.

Mewo White furrowed her eyebrows slightly, pondering in her heart:

Have I gone out before and seen Big Brother somewhere?

If I haven't seen him before, why do I feel a growing sense of familiar nostalgia, the longer I stare at him?