Roxy looked at the spoon in the bowl. The unfinished fish soup still had some oil floating on it, and the bowl on the right was already empty.
Roxy didn't say much, just: "You've seen it; my body isn't that attractive. I'm not a woman with much charm. I don't have much of a chest; compared to others, I'm quite flat, right?"
Roxy sighed and continued: "Even a young man as outstanding as you, I can't hold onto. Well, I don't oppose it, but if there are other women in the future, you must tell me. Don't hide it from me like today."
Roxy's magnanimity deeply moved Roa. He hugged Roxy tightly, burying his head in her chest. Although it wasn't very soft, Roxy's fragrance was irresistible.
Then Roa picked up Roxy, held her in his arms, and swore solemnly: "If I find other women in the future, I'll definitely tell Roxy."
Roxy sighed, knocked on Roa's forehead, her loli face full of helplessness. She said expressionlessly: "Though I say that, I still hope you don't find too many sisters."
Roxy emphasized the word "sisters."
Roa pinched Roxy's cheek and said: "Don't worry, I'm not Paul."
Daily Paul bashing.
Roxy looked suspicious, and Roa felt his integrity was being questioned. He immediately proved his sincerity with actions, launching a fierce attack on Roxy's cherry lips.
The soft touch on his tongue made Roa feel intoxicated.
Roxy's mouth still had the faint taste of fish soup. The slight saltiness of the soup mixed with Roxy's flavor gave Roa a strange feeling.
Though it felt a bit odd, it wasn't bad.
Outside, white clouds rolled, and unknown birds chirped in the distance. The morning sunlight shone on the two of them.
Roxy tried to push Roa away but sadly found that no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from his embrace.
Roa was quite pleased; he wouldn't force Roxy to do anything she didn't want to.
So, the kiss was just a test to see if she had any interest in that direction.
Finding that Roxy only put up a symbolic resistance, General Roxy began to send out soldiers to test her.
General Roxy's second brother raised the flag again: "Requesting General Roxy to send thirty thousand soldiers, ready to march."
The young man's skills were quite impressive.
As the saying goes: "In the capital, there is a skilled tongue acrobat," referring to someone like Roa.
Roxy noticed something unusual.
Her face couldn't hide the blush.
Though Roxy was still a bit tired, she couldn't deny that she also had some desire now.
Roxy's heartbeat accelerated, and Roa was also intoxicated in the girl's softness.
Realizing this, Roxy knew that the two of them were bound to have another intense battle, but the current scene wasn't suitable for it.
Roxy bit Roa's mischievous tongue. Roa winced in pain and looked at Roxy, whose face was as red as it could be, and asked: "What's wrong, Roxy? You want it too, right?"
Roxy tried to sit up, but her body had already gone soft. After several attempts, she failed and had to nestle in Roa's arms. Roxy exhaled, her eyes regaining some clarity. Noticing that Roa's hands were still moving, Roxy realized that this time, she might not escape.
Her husband's excessive demands in this area also gave Roxy a headache.
Roxy sighed, feeling Roa's face getting closer, as if saying, "If you don't speak, I'll attack." Roxy quickly said: "It's still morning, right?"
Roa looked at the sun outside and nodded: "Yes."
Roxy cautiously asked: "I have work later. Can we stop here?"
Roa stared into Roxy's eyes. Their gazes intertwined, and Roxy instinctively wanted to look away, but realizing she wasn't the one at fault, she forced herself to meet his gaze.
Roxy mustered her courage: "Don't do this. We can do it tonight."
Roa raised an eyebrow: "If I agree, Roxy, you'll be disappointed, right?"
Roa knew Roxy's little thoughts.
In his previous life, there was a saying: "When a girl says no, she means yes."
Though this saying doesn't apply everywhere, it must have some truth since it's been passed down.
Roxy was in such a situation now.
Having her little thoughts exposed on the spot by Roa, Roxy was both embarrassed and furious. Somehow, she mustered the strength and swung her fists in a flurry of wild punches.
The punches were too adorable, so Roa accepted them calmly.
Roxy angrily said, "What disappointment? There's no such thing! It's clearly what you wanted."
Roa placed Roxy on the bed, which was still a mess from yesterday's unfinished battle. Roxy frowned and said, "It's so dirty here."
Roa raised an eyebrow and replied, "What's the big deal? It's all stuff we left behind anyway."
Noticing Roa was making suggestive remarks again, Roxy couldn't come up with a response and simply said dryly, "Um, doing this kind of thing during the day isn't good, right?"
Roa looked at Roxy and said, "Then, half an hour?"
Roxy thought for a moment, but before she could speak, Roa's face moved closer, and they were together again.
The battle was like this. Roa kept his promise and stopped after half an hour, not delving deeper.
Although Roxy was completely overwhelmed, and it wouldn't have mattered to continue a bit longer, Roa stuck to the half-hour limit.
Ahem, mainly because if they went on any longer, Roxy would probably be listless for the rest of the day.
At the same time, Roa sighed inwardly. Neither Mitsuri Kanroji nor Roxy could satisfy the desires in his heart.
As his body matured, Roa realized that his desires in that area had become even more intense.
The troubles of adolescence had returned, and Roa felt somewhat troubled.
Roa felt that even if Roxy and Mitsuri Kanroji were together, they still couldn't fully satisfy him.
However, just the thought of the two of them being with him made him feel very comfortable.
By the time Roxy came back to her senses, five minutes had already passed.
Flustered, she got up from the bed, only to find her panties had disappeared again. Whether it was psychological or not, Roxy felt sticky all over.
Frowning, Roxy got out of bed, sighed, and pulled out another pair of panties from her suitcase.
Roa stood nearby and said to Roxy, "Do you need my help, Master Roxy?"
Roxy was slightly stunned, then looked at Roa's mischievous smile and twitched her lips.
At this point, she didn't want to say anything. She glanced at the lace-trimmed panties in her hand and then at the sunny boy.
Roxy handed the panties to Roa without a word and sat down on the chair.
Roxy rolled her eyes, already in a state of indifference.
Roa was slightly surprised when he took the panties from Roxy, then he grinned mischievously, leaned closer to Roxy, and poked her cheek, saying, "Master Roxy, are you pretending?"
Roxy kicked Roa, but he didn't budge. Roxy then lifted her slender legs and said to Roa, "Hurry up."
Seeing Roxy's expressionless face, Roa was slightly surprised. Her expression was so calm that Roa seriously suspected Roxy was in a post-climax state.
However, Roxy in this state was incredibly alluring, though she probably didn't realize it herself.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her white mage-style coat had already been taken off by Roa, making her look extremely tempting.
A seductive fragrance emanated from Roxy's body, mingling with the scent Roa had left on her. Combined with the scene that could be considered criminal, if Roa weren't so determined, anyone else would have been tempted to indulge with her again.
Without further ado, Roa slowly put the lace-trimmed panties on her, his fingers sliding along her thighs. He said to Roxy, "Um, stand up for a moment, Master Roxy."
Roxy stood up, letting Roa put the panties on her.
Roa wanted to test whether Roxy had truly become experienced or if she was just pretending to be mature to save face.
He paused slightly on her thighs, gently caressing them.
The action had to be subtle, the intention not too obvious, making it seem like he had just "accidentally" touched her.
Unfortunately, Roxy remained expressionless, only slightly furrowing her brows. Her frown indicated one thing: Roxy wasn't completely indifferent to Roa.
So, this situation could only be attributed to her post-climax state.
But do girls also have a post-climax state?
Roa wasn't sure about this, but after a brief thought, he dismissed it.
Looking at Roxy's dignified profile and the small, delicate feet she had just lifted, Roa couldn't help but think of a poem he had learned in his past life.
"The Ode to the Goddess of the Roxy River."
He recalled a few lines:
"Graceful as a startled swan, supple as a swimming dragon.
Like a light cloud veiling the moon, like a breeze swirling snow.
Her beauty radiant, her demeanor serene. Gentle and graceful, her charm beyond words. Her attire unique, her figure like a painting.
Clad in shimmering silk, adorned with jade and pearls.
Treading in embroidered shoes, trailing a misty skirt. The fragrance of orchids lingers as she strolls by the mountain.
Swift as a flying bird, ethereal as a deity. Gliding on water, her silk stockings dusted with dew. Her movements unpredictable, now calm, now restless. Her steps uncertain, now forward, now back. Her gaze flowing, her jade-like face glowing. Her words unspoken, her breath like orchids. Her beauty captivating, making me forget to eat.
Hoping her spirit would reappear, I sail upstream in a light boat. Drifting along the long river, lost in endless longing."
Well, although this "Goddess of the Roxy" isn't the same as that one, since they share the same name, let's use it as a prayer for worship.
Daily praise to the Goddess of the Roxy.
After putting on the panties, Roa also helped Roxy into her flat pants.
It's strange, but Roxy rarely wore skirts or similar clothing. Most of her outfits were adventurer-style.
But then again, most people in this world preferred those with alluring figures, and clothing was designed to highlight sexiness. With Roxy's slightly underdeveloped figure, she probably couldn't wear such clothes.
Thinking of this, Roa couldn't help but want to laugh.
But then again, the Goddess of the Roxy wasn't in the same league as those flashy and vulgar women. The Goddess of the Roxy disdained mingling with ordinary people, creating her own loli faction and setting a new standard, which also pointed the way for lolicons.
However, Roa still needed to prepare some nice clothes for his wife. Although Roxy didn't care much about such things, her indifference didn't mean he shouldn't provide them.
Being extra loving to Roxy was never a bad thing.
While Roa was deep in thought, he had already finished changing all her clothes.
Looking at the bedding on the bed, Roxy said to Roa, "You take care of the stuff on the bed."
Roa nodded, indicating he understood.
Roxy sighed, rubbed her slightly sore waist, and stood up from the chair. The blush on her face reappeared as she stood by the door, opened it, and grabbed the wand nearby. She said to Roa behind her, "Well, I have work to do. You can take care of your own things."
Roa nodded again.
But what did he have to do?
It wasn't likely he'd go to the Holy Land of Swords now.
Not only did he not know the exact location of the Holy Land of Swords, but even though he was strong enough and had reached the level of a Sword King, facing a Sword God would still likely result in defeat.
The current Sword God was by no means weak, even among the great powers, he was considered a core force.
With Roa's strength in the Sword God style, he wouldn't be instantly defeated, but he would definitely be suppressed.
So, the remaining time would be spent attempting the third world jump.
In fact, every world jump had provided Roa with extremely useful help.
Even the Demon Slayer world, which wasn't particularly powerful, had given him some useful skills.
Honestly, even Roa was looking forward to the next world jump.
But before jumping, he needed to settle things here before heading to that world.
Actually, there wasn't much to settle here. It was purely because he was captivated by the Goddess of the Roxy's beauty and wanted to stay a few more nights.
Roxy left. Watching her retreating figure, Roa carried the bedding out and found a maid, asking where he could wash the sheets and such.
When the maid saw Roa, her eyes lit up.
The maids in the palace were naturally good-looking. This maid was quite pretty, around twenty years old, wearing a black-and-white maid outfit.
Seeing Roa's appearance, she immediately became lively.
The maid asked Roa if he needed help, like with the washing.
Roa smiled and declined, saying it was more convenient to do it himself.
The maid wasn't stupid and didn't ask further, just smiled sweetly and personally led Roa to a very spacious room.
Along the way, the maid kept subtly probing for information about Roa.
Unfortunately, every attempt was skillfully deflected by Roa.
Undeterred, the maid repeatedly exposed her chest, using various excuses like "It's so hot" or "My chest feels stuffy."
Roa remained unmoved, staying true to his principles. Eventually, the maid regretfully stopped at the door and led Roa into the room.
Roa's lack of response along the way had already said a lot. He wasn't interested in her.
Sighing, the maid pointed to a hollowed-out sink in the middle and said to Roa with a smile, "This is where you wash clothes or bedding. Just put the sheets on top, and the tools for washing are on the counter. You can use them as you see fit."
Roa followed her gaze and saw a slightly blackened object, though its overall color wasn't too bad.
After thanking the maid, she didn't leave immediately but asked somewhat unwillingly, "Really, no chance?"
Her persistence was understandable.
After all, it was rare to meet someone so handsome. If Roa encountered a beauty on his level, he'd probably try to make a move too.
Of course, making a move would just be to make friends—don't get the wrong idea.
The maid's intentions weren't pure. She wasn't here to make friends, and Roa made it clear he wasn't interested.
Roa smiled and shook his head, and the maid left dejectedly.
Placing the items on the counter, Roa looked at the so-called tool and realized it was just soap from his past life.
However, this soap was quite crude, and its effectiveness was only average. It felt strange to the touch, like a mixture of plant ash and animal fat boiled and cooled.
Roa's guess was spot on. The soap circulating in the market now was made this way.
Washing wasn't too difficult, and Roa quickly completed the task Roxy had assigned him.
Hanging the sheets on the line, Roa decided to dry them manually.
Since it was summer, the sheets were thin, and after a short while, Roa felt them. The thin bedding was almost dry.
Then came Roxy's clothes.
Following the same method, Roa easily finished everything and carried the items back the way he came.
After tidying up the room, Roa sat in the chair and fell into deep thought.
He wasn't thinking about how to get stronger but about what kind of clothes to have Roxy wear.
A maid outfit?
The first thing that came to mind was a maid outfit.
It had to be said, Roa had developed a fixation on maid outfits.
After a moment of thought, Roa shook his head helplessly.
Maid outfits were nice, but they had to suit the person.
With Roxy's figure, even if she wore a maid outfit, it wouldn't be particularly outstanding.
No, that's not right. If Roxy were to wear one, it would probably have to be a slightly larger version of Aisha's maid outfit.