After Polyxenia's legs recovered, she enjoyed traveling around, simply touring.
Unlike Castorice, who liked to stay in one place for a week before moving on.
Every other day, she would set off with Oliver, acting as a tourist.
Although Polyxenia didn't have her sister's obsession with saving people, she would still help those in need when she encountered them.
Passing by battlefields, she would also conveniently guide all the souls to reincarnation.
It was like working in a different place.
Perhaps she wanted to make things a little easier for Castorice in the Underworld.
Also, every day, Polyxenia would pester Oliver to do one thing.
That was to update the CEO literature.
"Xiao Qian, you're asking for more and more recently; you should restrain yourself."
Oliver complained while writing his manuscript.
He only had to open his mouth slightly, and small fruits would be offered to him.
The soft, delicate hands on his shoulders kneaded back and forth, tirelessly.
"To be fair, it was you '090' who made me discover a new world. As the guide to this new world, shouldn't you satisfy my thirst for knowledge?"
Polyxenia's tone was gentle, calm, and carried a hint of playfulness.
During the day, she always kept her eyes narrowed, only opening them at night when looking at Oliver, revealing her beautiful light purple pupils.
Just like now.
Oliver smiled helplessly.
It seemed the Power of CEO literature was too strong; he should use it less on other people in the future.
That day, Polyxenia got the addictive substance she had been craving, as she wished.
The two hiked to a forest.
Oliver raised his hand, and the Power of Abundance surged, causing two trees to sprout.
The branches deformed, intertwined, and turned into two side-by-side wooden houses, with beds and tables already woven.
This was their temporary dwelling in the wilderness.
Oliver lay on the bed counting sheep.
Because he truly had nothing to do.
Sleep was not a necessity for him; it was just a way to pass the time when he was bored.
For example, now, he was preparing to sleep and have a good dream.
Creak~
The wooden door was gently pushed open, emitting a soft sound.
Oliver looked over at the sound and saw Polyxenia entering the room.
"What's wrong?"
He asked.
Polyxenia, blushing, stammered, "That, uh, the content you wrote today, there's a part I can't imagine... can you act it out for me?"
What?
You want me to act out a scene from CEO literature?
"Xiao Qian, words are no longer enough for you?"
Oliver sat up, looking at the delicate young girl in front of him with confusion.
At this moment, Polyxenia had taken off her outer clothes, wearing only a thin inner slip.
Under a faint light, the small bumps below her collarbone were faintly visible.
Is this how you test an Emanator?
"Can you? Just once."
Polyxenia's delicate and charming face, combined with her soft, sweet voice.
And such a harmless request, who could refuse?
"Alright, which part?"
Hearing Oliver agree, Polyxenia shyly pulled out the manuscript and pointed to a section where the domineering Emanator pinned a Titan against the wall for a 'wall-slam' (bik-dong).
Hiss.
Oliver was actually a bit hesitant.
Writing this kind of literature was no pressure.
But to actually perform such an act himself, it was really a bit... sigh.
Looking at Polyxenia's expectant yet evasive eyes, Oliver gritted his teeth. Anyway, no one else would see this cheesy act.
"Woman..."
Oliver suddenly grabbed Polyxenia's wrist and pushed her against the wooden wall.
His tall figure, bringing with it the oppressive feeling of a collapsing mountain, instantly enveloped the delicate girl, trapping her tightly between him and the cold wooden wall.
His burning palm fiercely clamped her chin, forcing her to lift her face to meet the predatory desire in his eyes.
"Put away your pity-seeking tricks. Your eyes, your breath..."
His thumb roughly brushed against her soft lips, "From the tips of your hair to your toes, you bear my brand! Do you think you can escape?"
Polyxenia's small nostrils flared slightly; her breathing seemed a little more rapid than before, and her light gasps were clearly audible in the silence.
"Like you wrote..."
Her voice was still very soft, but there was a tiny hook hidden in the lingering sound, tugging at the listener's nerves.
Polyxenia tilted her face slightly, the faint light flowing along the soft curve of her neck, "Pinch my chin."
Oliver gently lifted her chin.
The touch was delicate and warm, like holding a piece of warm jade.
"Please, be more fierce."
She requested in a low voice, not a command, but more like an urging, a confirmation.
Her beautiful eyes gazed unblinkingly at Oliver, filled with pure anticipation.
Thus, Oliver's fingertips had to tighten, feeling the outline of her jawbone and the smoothness of her skin.
Her breathing seemed to pause for a moment because of this, then became deeper and hotter.
"And..."
She lowered her eyelids, her thick eyelashes casting small shadows beneath her eyes, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper, "It needs to feel like... there's really no escape..."
It's over.
This must be a special XP awakening!
Oliver was now very certain that Polyxenia was enjoying the thrill of being treated roughly.
And this XP was personally activated by Oliver.
How was he going to explain this to Castorice?
"Alright, the performance is over. Go back and rest."
Oliver let go, stepped back, and his voice returned to its calm and gentle tone.
He didn't know if it was his imagination.
He noticed a hint of regret flash in Polyxenia's eyes at that moment.
"Okay, good night."
Polyxenia returned to the adjacent wooden house.
In a place Oliver couldn't see, Polyxenia's right hand caressed her chest, and the corners of her mouth turned up, "So wonderful... my mind feels numb..."
After this night.
Polyxenia changed.
She no longer constantly begged Oliver to write manuscripts.
Instead, she requested Oliver to perform all the previously written plots for her.
Every time he saw her leave, blushing, Oliver knew that it was irreversible.
Castorice's sister had been led down a path of no return by him.
The following year, early in the year.
It was again the day for the two sisters to switch resting, and it was pouring rain that day.
Polyxenia came before Oliver, completely drenched.
Rainwater slid down her smooth forehead, finally dripping from her pointed chin.
"Why are you all wet? Was this intentional?"
Oliver knew that Titans had the power to block rain and would not get wet.
This was clearly intentional on her part.
"Well, we won't be able to see each other for the next year."
"And finally..."
She spoke again, her voice lighter than before, yet sounding like she had exhausted all her strength. Every syllable carried a subtle tremor, fragmented by the violent rain outside, yet entering Oliver's eardrums with unusual clarity.
"Could you wall slam me just once?"
Oliver was already used to this request.
During their year together, this request had been made at least 199 times, if not 200.
So, Oliver skillfully wall slammed Polyxenia.
Watching the young girl before him whose breathing quickened and eyes burned, Oliver actually felt a slight flush of heat himself.
"Thank you."
Polyxenia thanked him softly, then stood on her tiptoes, her soft pink lips lightly touching Oliver's cheek.
Afterward, she slipped out of Oliver's grasp and left without looking back.
Oliver stood stunned, touching the cheek she had just kissed.
"It seems I've also become attached."