Chapter 2481

"Angelina, you really have quite a vocabulary... Rhesia, actually, educating Angelina a little is something you should do as her older sister."

"Let me see."

Elegantly wiping her hands, Galina took the few pages of paper. After reading them, she looked at Rhesia with equal surprise:

"Angelina's imagination is already on par with your practical ability. Rhesia, you really must keep a tight rein on her."

"Yes, yes, I know, that's why this reading salon was held."

Rhesia picked up a piece of broccoli with her fork again:

"Why don't you tell us about yourself, Xia De? What did you and Miss Danister talk about yesterday? Luweiya told Dorothy this afternoon that you seemed very happy."

So Xia De smilingly explained the matter regarding the "Board Member," and the two Cavendish ladies wore different expressions. Rhesia was surprised at Miss Feilian's generosity, taking it as a gift from that lady to Xia De, while the Duchess was a bit unhappy.

After all, this way, Xia De seemed to have little need for her to arrange his daily living expenses.

However, upon hearing later that Xia De did not want to use that asset casually, she became happy again.

Besides Xia De and Galina, Luweiya and Yiluna were also on the invitation list for this "reading salon." However, it was clear that both Luweiya and Yiluna considered this a family matter of the Cavendish house, so neither declined Rhesia's invitation.

This resulted in the Friday reading salon at home being attended only by Xia De, Galina, Rhesia, and Angelina, who served as the "book sharer."

Considering Angelina's self-esteem, Rhesia had all the maids leave the second-floor Room No. 2 where the salon was held in advance, leaving only Tifa behind.

The time came to 7:50 PM. All the curtains in the living room were tightly closed, and Rhesia specifically used Red Butterfly illusion magic to block any potential light and shadow. All furniture in the living room of Room No. 2 was temporarily moved out, and then thick red wool carpets were laid on the floor.

A small brown lacquered wooden platform was placed in front of the fireplace, with a one-meter-tall golden candlestick placed on each side of the platform.

At the same time, three chairs were placed not far in front of the platform, but their placement was very casual and uneven.

Next to each cushioned armchair was a golden candlestick for lighting. Beside the chairs, there was also a white round table for placing teacups, notebooks, and small snacks.

At least in appearance, it looked very much like a proper reading salon.

Seeing that the time was about right, the people who were chatting in the next room walked in. Rhesia let Xia De choose the middle chair of the three, and Xia De asked Tifa to hand Little Mia to other maids for temporary care:

"Although it doesn't understand the common language, I feel it's better not to let Little Mia participate in this salon."

The three took their seats, and after the maids brought in teacups, teapots, snacks, and fruits, they all withdrew. Tifa personally locked all the doors leading to the living room, while Angelina, standing beside the small platform, kept her head down, hesitating, holding a small booklet and not looking at anyone.

With a 'snap', the Duchess snapped her fingers, and flames ignited in the fireplace behind the small platform.

"If I remember the time correctly, it's summer now."

Xia De reminded, but Rhesia, who seemed to be in a good mood, said:

"It doesn't matter, I had the maids prepare firewood in advance; only then will there be the atmosphere of a reading salon."

It is worth mentioning that Xia De was dressed in very ordinary attire at home, but the three Cavendish ladies were all wearing gowns for important occasions. Dresses, high heels, jewelry, and hairstyles were all complete. If Xia De didn't know the inside story of this "salon," he would probably have really thought it was some elegant activity.

"The time is about right."

Rhesia glanced at Tifa standing behind Galina and said to her sister:

"Angelina, start. If you do something wrong, you must accept punishment. Show some spirit. Besides, everyone here is family, there's no need to be shy. Galina and I have even done more shameful things with Xia De."

"Rhesia, you..."

"Xia De, don't plead for Angelina anymore; this is the rule. If one day I make a mistake, you can also ask me to do this... previous mistakes don't count."

So Angelina bent down to temporarily place the small booklet in her hand on the small platform, then reached behind her back and untied her neatly braided long red hair.

The golden hair ribbon fell to the floor, followed by hair accessories, bracelets, earrings, and the pin on her dress. Then came the belt, and after a rustling sound, the entire dress covered everything. Finally, there were the black leather shoes with round toes and buckles, and the pure white fabric on her legs.

"No, keep the socks on, no need to take them off."

Rhesia reminded, so Angelina pursed her lips and looked at the three people under the platform, picked up the booklet, and walked onto the small platform wearing only black underwear similar to pajamas. Rhesia didn't let her wear only underwear after all; this outfit actually covered her very tightly.

Galina picked up her teacup, smiling as she looked at her grandniece; Rhesia touched her chin, waiting for Angelina to speak; Xia De felt restless, as he had already seen enough of the unusual thoughts and actions of the ladies of the Cavendish family, but the scene at this moment still made him feel strange:

"This is... royalty?"

But he didn't feel like anyone was deliberately bullying anyone; after all, looking at Angelina's expression, she was clearly just ashamed because she was being punished in front of Xia De for making a mistake, not resentful of Rhesia for being punished for no reason.

So, under the gaze of the three, Angelina, whose smooth skin was covered in goosebumps, stood on the platform with her back to the fireplace fire, cleared her throat, and opened the small booklet in her hand:

"Miss Tara's grades in the girls' middle school were not ideal..."

There were no gas lamps on in the room, only candlelight and the fireplace provided illumination, which was slightly dim but exceptionally reassuring. Amidst the crackling sound of burning firewood, Angelina began to read, and Xia De, who also picked up his teacup to hide his awkward expression, unexpectedly found that what she was reading was quite serious.

Or rather, it was not the lewd article full of dirty words and repetitive modal particles he had imagined, but a court erotic story decorated with gorgeous rhetoric, with a large number of plot points and psychological descriptions.

Although there were quite a few passages depicting things between men and women, it could not be denied that the story even sounded a bit high-class... of course, it was still lewd when it involved sensitive plots.

"So, this is the kind of thing Angelina usually hides from Rhesia to read."

The Outsider who understood this point breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this kind of "reading salon" was actually nothing. And even if Rhesia let Angelina wear only thin clothing, she even considered the fireplace; Xia De didn't believe that Rhesia lit the fireplace in summer just for the atmosphere.

【Then what did you originally think she would read?】

The voice in his ear asked with a smile, and that voice did not conflict at all with Angelina's emotional reading voice.

So a series of memories flooded into Xia De's mind, and he violently threw those memories to the back of his head, feeling guilty for doubting the appreciation level of a royal princess.

But in fact, the little story being read was already the most serious story Angelina had chosen, and part of the Outsider's imagination was correct.

As for Angelina Cavendish on the platform, the shame of first taking the stage quickly faded because of the heat all over her body, and she thought this was because the fireplace was behind her.

The current situation made her feel a bit like she was in a dream, reading out these dirty words that should not be spoken by a lady, while the two royal "princesses" who looked like they were about to attend a Yodel Palace banquet sat below, and everyone was watching her and listening to her read the story seriously. Angelina even felt for a short while that she was going crazy.

And as she read the "essence" part, she tried hard to keep her reading speed while her heart was beating too fast, but she also felt that her spirit was so tense that she could feel sweat rolling down her smooth, slender thighs inside her clothes, and could perceive the heat generated by every piece of charcoal burning in the fireplace behind her, making her clothes stick to her wet back.

She felt like she was about to be ignited; she didn't even dare to use her peripheral vision to look at Xia De.

At this moment, Rhesia below stood up leisurely, bent down to take off some unspeakable clothing from between her legs, then walked to Xia De with a smile, wrapped her arms around his neck, and sat on his lap.

Angelina swore that at that moment, even her reading voice was trembling. She then had to raise her voice to cover up those strange sounds that made her whole body go soft and almost unable to stand.

She kept her gaze entirely on the manuscript in her hand, but the red hair that kept leaping like flames could still be clearly seen by her.

The feeling in her heart was more complicated than soup with all the seasonings poured in—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy. She was jealous, she was in pain, she felt the stimulation caused by the stinging pain in a small corner of her heart; she was even a little...

She still kept her voice steady to read the manuscript in her hand. This "peaceful" story, carefully selected by Angelina herself, became even hotter in her heart than the most stimulating story she had ever read.

And what made her feel even more terrified, surprised, and stimulated was that when her lazy sister left Xia De's side and returned to her seat, and looked at her again with flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, Galina Cavendish, who had been resting her head on her arm on the back of the chair, actually stood up, threw away a piece of clothing just like her sister had, and walked toward Xia De.

Angelina knew she was looking at the manuscript with full concentration, but she could clearly see the whole process of Galina sitting on Xia De's lap, and could even clearly perceive the fluttering of the skirt.

The palms of her hands holding the paper were already full of sweat, and sweat kept rolling down her skin, making her whole body very itchy...

She could no longer describe this moment; the contradictory spiral of feelings and the body that was about to explode due to sensory stimulation vaguely made her feel that her soul had left her body and touched that higher, more mysterious, and more profound existence.