Ark Simulator, don't I have no physical form?

The incredibly soft fur and plush blankets instantly enveloped Suri. That warm, comfortable touch, however, did nothing to quell the alarm bells ringing in his mind. He almost sprang to his feet, wanting to escape this bed that looked like a trap.

"I'm not sleeping here! I'm not sleepy at all! I want to get out!" Suri growled as he scrambled off the bed. He'd rather sleep on the floor in the cold hallway outside—no, he'd rather fight the blizzard outside—than share a bed with Yela! It was absurd! It was horrible!

However, Yera was faster. She didn't even make any extra movements; she simply reached out and gently placed her hand on Suri's shoulder.

That hand, seemingly slender and fair, carried an unimaginable weight and power, as if originating from the very rules of the world. All of Su Rui's struggles and resistance crumbled instantly under that gentle press, as if hitting an invisible barrier. He was like a cub being pushed back into its den by an invisible force, helplessly pressed back into the soft bed.

"Sleep." Yela's voice rang out calmly, a single word, yet carrying an unquestionable authority that seemed capable of freezing the soul.

"I'm not sleeping! I said I'm not sleepy!" Su Rui was both shocked and angry, but even more so, he felt a sense of shame and helplessness with nowhere to vent his anger. He glared at Yela, his dark eyes burning with rage and stubbornness. "Let me go! I want to get out!"

The "intimate" contact between him and Yera had long since crossed the line (or rather, in his own perception). Forced hugs, forced sitting on her lap, her rubbing his ears, even… being kissed on the forehead. All of this made Suri feel incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. But at least those things happened in a relatively "public" area, at least Enya and Enshia were there (although they were asleep). But now, Yera actually wanted to take him to bed?! This wasn't just "intimate," it was…!

Moreover, he had clearly "slept" with Yela before! Although it was under the influence of magic and his consciousness was clouded, and he couldn't remember the specifics after waking up, only some fragmented, blush-inducing moments and feelings remained. But at least that was when he was "unconscious"! But now, he was fully conscious! Absolutely conscious! How could he... how could he... do it again...

The overwhelming shame and a feeling of utter powerlessness brought Suri to the brink of collapse. He glared at Yera, his eyes even glistening with barely perceptible tears due to extreme anger and resentment.

Volume 18, Chapter 1251: I won't listen, I won't do it!

"I don't want to sleep! Did you hear me, Yela!" He almost shouted, his voice trembling with excitement, carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible, hint of coquettish exasperation that he himself was unaware of.

As Yela watched him, seemingly driven to the brink of despair, baring his teeth and claws yet utterly helpless, something deep within her golden eyes seemed to stir slightly. A barely perceptible, almost "pleasant" ripple appeared on the calm, still surface of the icy lake.

She ignored Suri's "protest" and even seemed to find his appearance amusing.

Under Su Rui's horrified gaze, Yela turned and lay down beside him. They weren't far apart, but very close, close enough that Su Rui could clearly smell the cold, vast aura emanating from her, and feel her slightly cool body temperature seeping through the thin fabric, a stark contrast to his own body temperature, which had risen due to excitement and shame.

“You…” Suri wanted to say something, but Yera had already stretched out her arms and, with an irresistible yet exceptionally gentle force, pulled him into her embrace.

Instead of the previous side-sitting position, she lay on her side, facing him, pulling Suri into her arms. Suri's face was forced into Yera's cool and soft neck, his body pressed tightly against hers, and through the thin clothing, they could clearly feel each other's curves and warmth.

"!!!" Suri's breath caught in his throat. A wave of immense shame and an unprecedented, overwhelming, and controlling tremor washed over him. He tried to struggle, to push Yella away, but his body felt drained of all strength, limp and immobile. Yella's arms, loosely wrapped around his waist and back, seemed to possess an immense weight, holding him firmly in her cool, soft embrace.

"Let go...let go of me..." Su Rui's voice trembled with extreme shame and helplessness, even carrying a hint of pleading that he himself was unaware of. He didn't want this, he didn't want to sleep with Yela, didn't want to be held like this by her...this was too much...

Yera seemed to sense his trembling and his subtle pleading. She didn't speak, but simply lowered her head slightly.

Cool lips landed once more.

This time, it wasn't the forehead.

Instead, it was gently pressed onto Suri's tightly pursed lips, which were slightly reddened with shame and indignation.

Su Rui's eyes widened instantly. All his struggles, all his thoughts, were frozen and shattered in that moment. He could only feel the cool, soft, yet undeniably possessive touch on his lips. That icy, clear breath forcefully invaded his senses, carrying an ancient and vast meaning, as if it wanted to devour and assimilate everything about him.

The kiss was light and brief, like a dragonfly skimming the water. But the impact it had was a thousand times stronger than the kiss on the forehead before.

Yela's lips parted from his slightly parted lips, which were trembling with shock. Then, following the line of his jawline, which was tilted back in astonishment, her lips moved down like a falling snowflake, gently landing on his burning neck. There, his pulse was pounding wildly, as if trying to break free from the confines of his skin.

The cool touch on his burning skin sent shivers down his spine. Suri's body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to push Yera away, to escape, but his body was as if under a spell, utterly limp, lacking even the strength to lift a hand.

Yela's lips lingered for a moment on the rapidly throbbing pulse in his neck, as if sensing its vibrant life force. Then, they moved downwards, landing on the edge of his slightly open collar, on his delicate collarbone.

Soft, cool kisses, like feathers, landed one after another on Suri's sensitive skin. Each kiss was like a tiny electric current coursing through his body, bringing waves of tingling and weakness. His consciousness began to blur, and his previously clear resistance and shame, like ice and snow exposed to the sun, began to melt and disintegrate rapidly.

He could feel an irresistible, overwhelming drowsiness, which, with each gentle yet seemingly magical kiss from Yella, was silently and forcefully eroding his will.

It's magic! Yera must have used magic!

Before Su Rui's consciousness completely faded, only one incredibly clear and indignant thought remained in his mind: This despicable, disrespectful old man, who abused his divine status... actually used such methods... to make him...

Before the curse could even take shape, the boundless darkness and the irresistible, warm drowsiness, like a mother's embrace, completely swallowed his last vestiges of consciousness.

He didn't even have time to protest before he fell into a deep sleep, forced by magic (as he unilaterally believed). His body leaned softly against Yera's chest, his breathing became even and long, and the blush on his face from shame and indignation gradually faded, leaving only the unguarded tranquility of sleep.

Yera stopped her gentle, seemingly soothing kiss. She lowered her head slightly, her golden eyes gazing quietly at the silver-haired boy in her arms, who had instantly fallen asleep and even unconsciously nuzzled against her neck, letting out a soft murmur, because of the comfortable position. A very subtle, almost "satisfied" smile seemed to appear on her calm face.

She adjusted her position to make Suri sleep more peacefully, and then slowly closed her eyes. It was as if she were simply embracing a warm and comforting pillow, sinking together into a dreamless sleep where only their breaths mingled.

Outside the window, the blizzard continued to howl wildly, as if trying to tear the world apart. But inside the bedroom, it was warm and quiet, with only two intertwined, even breaths echoing softly in the air.

Consciousness, like driftwood sunk to the warm seabed, slowly, little by little, floats upward.

The first thing to recover was the sense of touch.

Warmth. An extraordinary warmth. It felt as if I were enveloped in the softest, thickest clouds, or as if I were soaking in a perfectly warm hot spring, every pore opening up to absorb the comforting warmth that seeped into my very bones. This warmth was a stark contrast to the icy, raging blizzard of last night.

Next comes the sense of smell.

A crisp, clear air, like the purest air atop a snow-capped mountain, mixed with an indescribable, lingering fragrance, as if from the depths of an ancient glacier, accumulated over countless years, enveloped his nostrils. This fragrance, though not strong, possessed an undeniable presence, forcefully dominating his senses, seemingly merging silently with his own aura.

Then comes hearing.

Volume 18, Chapter 1252: A Night of Blizzard

It was very quiet. Not absolute silence, but the profound stillness unique to the state after everything has fallen asleep and the dust has settled. Only the faint, almost completely blocked-out whistling of the wind could be heard outside the window, and... a steady, long, and very close... breathing sound.

Breathing sounds?

Su Rui's confused consciousness was jolted awake by this realization, as if icy snow water had been poured over her head, instantly clearing her mind considerably.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is a soft, pearly white. It's not snow, but some kind of extremely delicate, soft-to-the-touch fabric, carrying the unique warmth of sunshine, gently covering his body. Moving the gaze slightly upward, one sees his smoothly defined jawline and his slightly pursed, pale lips.

Yela.

After a brief blank, all of Su Rui's memories from the previous night rushed in like a flood bursting its banks.

He was held by Yela and forced to watch the raging snowstorm outside the window; the cool, gentle kiss that landed on his forehead like falling snowflakes; being carried into the bedroom and pressed onto the soft bed; his fierce, shameful resistance and his declaration of "not sleepy"; and finally, Yela's undeniable kiss on his lips, followed by the feather-light, yet strangely magical, touches on his neck and collarbone... and then the overwhelming, domineering drowsiness that instantly engulfed him, a drowsiness that seemed to originate from the depths of his soul...

Su Rui's face flushed crimson instantly, visibly reddening all the way to his ears and even his neck. He stiffly and extremely slowly moved his eyes, realizing his predicament—

He was almost completely protected by Yela, who held him in her arms. His face was buried in Yela's cool and soft neck, and his arm had somehow ended up on Yela's waist. Yela's one hand was loosely around his back, and her other hand was gently placed on the back of his head, enveloping him in her breath in an almost protective gesture.

They were separated only by a thin, silky nightgown. He could clearly feel the curves of Yera's body, her slightly cool temperature, and her steady, powerful heartbeat, which pounded against his chest through the thin fabric.

This realization sent a rush of blood to Su Rui's head. He felt as if he'd been scalded, and instinctively tried to pull his hand back, desperately trying to escape this suffocating embrace.

However, the moment he moved, the cool hand that was resting on the back of his head pressed down almost imperceptibly. The pressure was light, even soothing, yet it possessed an undeniable, magical power that instantly froze him.

Yera's eyes slowly opened.

Golden eyes, like newly melted snow, clear and calm, reflected Su Rui's face, flushed with embarrassment, filled with panic and helplessness. In those eyes, there was no hazy awakening, only an unchanging, all-seeing clarity.

"Awake?" Yera's voice was lower than usual, with a barely perceptible, almost languid hoarseness, like an underground river flowing gently beneath the ice.

Suri's throat went dry, and he couldn't utter a single word. He wanted to break free, to escape, to question Yera about what she had done to him last night (especially that kiss and that strange drowsiness), but all his words seemed to freeze in his throat under Yera's calm, unwavering gaze. He could only remain stiff, as if frozen in place, in Yera's arms, staring into those golden eyes.

Yela didn't seem to care about his stiffness and silence. She looked at him quietly, and after a few seconds, the hand that was resting on the back of his head moved slightly, her cool fingertips brushing against the slightly messy hair on the back of his neck, bringing a slight shiver.

Then, she let go of his hand, and withdrew her arms from his back as well.

The confinement has been lifted.

Suri practically tumbled and crawled out of Yella's arms, nearly falling off the bed in the process. He scrambled to his feet, moving far away from Yella, and grabbed a nearby blanket to cover his slightly flushed and disheveled body, which was burning with embarrassment. He kept his head down, avoiding Yella's gaze, his silver hair falling to obscure his red cheeks and ears.

Yera slowly sat up. Her white nightgown was still impeccably neat, without a single wrinkle, as if she weren't the one who had just been holding Su Rui in her arms so intimately. Her golden eyes glanced indifferently at Su Rui, who was huddled in the corner of the bed, wishing she could bury herself in the blanket, and she said nothing, simply getting out of bed.

Barefoot on the cool, smooth stone surface, Yera's figure appeared even more slender and upright in the dim light that still carried the scent of snow and wind, filtering through the window lattice. She was like a statue sculpted from ice and snow, untouched by dust, possessing a detached and awe-inspiring beauty.

She didn't look at Su Rui again, nor did she say or do anything extra. She simply walked steadily toward the archway connecting to the outer bedroom, and her figure quickly disappeared behind the door.

Only after Yera's footsteps completely disappeared did Suri collapse onto the soft bed, as if all his strength had been exhausted. He buried his face deep in the fleece blanket that still carried the cool, refreshing scent of Yera, letting out a suppressed groan mixed with shame, indignation, helplessness, and an indescribable complex emotion.

What exactly happened last night?!

That kiss... those touches... and that sudden, abnormally domineering drowsiness...

What exactly did Yela do to him?!

Su Rui's cheeks burned and his heart pounded as he thought about it. He shook his head violently, trying to shake off the blush-inducing, flustered images and feelings. No, he couldn't think about it anymore! The most important thing was to get out of here! Immediately! Right now!

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and then quickly checked his clothes. Fortunately, although somewhat disheveled, they were still intact, without any further signs of "accident." He hurriedly straightened his clothes, jumped off the bed, and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor. The icy touch cleared his confused mind considerably.

He listened intently to the sounds coming from outside. He could hear faint voices and the clattering of cutlery, and there was also a faint... aroma of food wafting over.

Suri's stomach, quite uncooperatively, growled at that moment. He then realized that he had barely eaten anything since last night and had undergone such a "intense" exertion (both mentally and physically), and was already starving.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Rui mustered her courage and walked out of the bedroom with somewhat unsteady steps.

Volume 18, Chapter 1253: Enshia: Come with me for a moment.

In the outer chamber, the fireplace had been rekindled, its warm glow dancing in the air. An enticing aroma filled the air, a mingled scent of hot milk and toasted bread, along with the smoky aroma of roasted meat. The low couch had been neatly arranged, covered with clean cushions. Where the low table had been, a larger, long table covered with a pristine white tablecloth had been placed. On the table lay a simple breakfast: golden-brown, crispy slices of bread, still steaming; several small dishes of delicate jam and butter; thinly sliced, perfectly fried bacon and sausage; and a large jug of steaming, rich milk.

Enya and Enxia were sitting at the table. Enya was gracefully spreading jam on a slice of bread, a gentle smile on her face, listening to Enxia chatter away. Enxia, ​​on the other hand, seemed particularly excited, her face flushed from the heat, her blue eyes sparkling, and as she spoke, she couldn't help but glance towards the bedroom.

Enxia's voice abruptly stopped when Su Rui emerged from the bedroom. Her bright blue eyes instantly fixed on Su Rui, her gaze quickly sweeping over his slightly disheveled clothes (especially his hair), his cheeks and earlobes still flushed with lingering embarrassment, and the barely perceptible bewilderment and... annoyance in his eyes that hadn't completely faded.

Encia's gaze lingered for a fleeting moment on Suri's slightly open collar (where there seemed to be a very faint red mark, almost imperceptible without close inspection), before she quickly looked away as if burned. She lowered her head, picked up the milk glass in front of her, and sipped it slowly, but her slightly flushed ears and the occasional glances she stole at Suri, filled with curiosity, inquiry, and some indescribable excitement, betrayed her turbulent inner state.

Suri was somewhat puzzled by Encia's strange reaction. He looked down at himself but didn't find anything particularly wrong (except that his hair was a little messy and his face was a little red). He looked at Encia with a puzzled expression, wanting to ask her what was wrong.

But Ensia avoided his gaze, pretending to focus on drinking her milk, though her slightly trembling eyelashes and reddened ear tips betrayed her.

Suri was even more confused. He subconsciously turned his gaze to Enya, hoping to get an answer from his sister.

Enya was also looking at him. Unlike Enshia's evasive and excited gaze, Enya's gaze remained gentle, but with a hint of... a meaningful smile. That smile wasn't obvious, just a faint ripple in the depths of her beautiful brown eyes, like a pebble thrown into a still lake, spreading gentle ripples. She looked at Su Rui, her gaze sweeping over his reddened earlobes and slightly disheveled silver hair, then smiled slightly at him. That smile contained understanding, tolerance, and a hint of... an indescribable, almost indulgent teasing?

"Suri, you're awake? Come and have something to eat. The snow outside has lessened, but it will still take time to get down the mountain. You'll need to eat to have the strength." Enya's voice was as gentle as ever, as if nothing had happened and she hadn't seen anything.

But Suri keenly caught the subtle teasing in her words. His cheeks flushed even more, and he mumbled an "Mmm," walking somewhat awkwardly to the table and sitting down opposite Enya, deliberately avoiding Enya's furtive glances and also avoiding the head seat (which was empty; Yera wasn't there).

The atmosphere at breakfast was somewhat awkward. Enya continued to gently care for her younger sister, occasionally offering Suri a slice of bread with jam. Enya, however, seemed distracted, eating much slower than usual, her gaze constantly drifting towards Suri before quickly looking away, her face slightly flushed. Suri, on the other hand, buried her head in her food, trying to mask her discomfort and embarrassment with it, but she couldn't taste the food; even the delicious breakfast tasted bland and tasteless.

He always felt that Enxia's gaze towards him was strange, and her smile was strange too. Did they know something? Did they see something? Or... guess something?

This thought made Suri even more restless, wishing she could end this "torturous" breakfast immediately.

Fortunately, breakfast finally ended as he swallowed it without tasting anything. The wind and snow outside the window, although not completely stopped, had lessened considerably compared to the raging storm of the previous night, and visibility had improved significantly, at least making the road down the mountain passable.

Encia had to go back. She had to get back before the people at the manor discovered she was missing.

Although Enya was reluctant, she knew her sister had to leave. She gently straightened Enxia's clothes and cloak, carefully reminding her to be careful on the way down the mountain. Suri also stood silently to the side, ready to escort Enxia down the mountain—this was his promise to Yera (?), and also his excuse for his urgent desire to leave the temple at this moment.

The farewell was brief. Enxia hugged her sister tightly, and then, under Enxia's gentle yet worried gaze, followed Su Rui out of the warm palace and onto the still cold, snow-covered mountain path.

The path down the mountain was easier than the path up, as the wind and snow had lessened considerably and it was getting brighter. But Suri still walked cautiously, keeping Enshia firmly behind her, shielding her from the cold wind and any falling snow with her own body.

Ensia was unusually quiet. Unlike when she arrived, she didn't chatter incessantly. She simply followed silently behind Suri, occasionally glancing up at Suri's tall and straight back before quickly lowering her head again, burying her face in her thick scarf, lost in thought.

Only after the two safely arrived near the back gate of the Shivaish family manor and confirmed that no one was around did Suri breathe a sigh of relief and turn to Ensia, saying, "Alright, it's safe now. You should go in quickly, so no one sees you."

Enxia looked up at Su Rui, her blue eyes gleaming with a complex light that Su Rui couldn't decipher. She bit her lower lip, as if making a decision, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Rui's sleeve.

“Brother Su Rui,” Enxia’s voice was lower than usual, carrying a hint of barely perceptible nervousness and…expectation? “You…come with me for a moment, okay? I have something…that I want to show you. It’s in my room, it’ll be quick, and no one will find out.”

Why is the mace in Volume 18, Chapter 1254?

Suri was somewhat puzzled. What was there to see now? And going to her room? Wasn't that inappropriate? But looking into Encia's pleading blue eyes, remembering her courage in risking her life to see her sister last night, and knowing that she would soon be returning to this seemingly glamorous but potentially restrictive manor, his heart softened.

"Okay, hurry up." Suri finally nodded and said in a low voice, "Don't let anyone see us."

Ensia's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously. Pulling on Suri's sleeve, she nimbly avoided the guards and servants in the manor like a nimble kitten, and quietly returned to her room.

Enshia's room was decorated warmly and with a girlish atmosphere. The soft bed was piled with various plush toys, the bookshelves were full of books, and several potted green plants sat on the windowsill. A faint, sweet fragrance, typical of young girls, filled the air.

Suri followed Encia into the room and gently closed the door behind him. He was about to ask her what she wanted to show him when he suddenly heard a soft "click" behind him.

It was the sound of the door lock being gently locked from the inside.

A warning bell rang in Su Rui's mind. He turned around abruptly, only to see that Enxia had somehow retreated to the door, leaning against the door panel, her blue eyes staring at him intently, a strange light he had never seen before gleaming in them.

"Ensia? Why did you lock the door?" Suri asked somewhat uneasily, subconsciously taking a step back.

Encia didn't answer immediately. She walked step by step towards Suri, her face showing a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and a sense of determination. She stood right in front of Suri, tilted her head up, and looked at him.

“Brother Su Rui,” Enxia’s voice trembled slightly, but her eyes were unusually firm, “Last night… at the temple, I saw it all.”

Suri's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. What had he seen? Had he seen Yela holding him? Had he seen… no, impossible, she should have been asleep then…

“I saw it,” Ensia said, as if she could read his mind. Her blue eyes were fixed on him as she spoke each word clearly, “I saw Lady Yera… kiss you.”

Su Rui's face instantly flushed crimson! It felt like all the blood rushed to his head. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, to say it was just an accident, or… or maybe nothing at all! But his throat felt blocked; he couldn't utter a single word. A wave of immense shame overwhelmed him. He wished he could disappear into the ground!

However, Ensia's next words plunged him into an icy abyss.

“My sister said,” Ensia’s voice carried an almost naive yet unsettling stubbornness that sent chills down Suri’s spine, “that if she and Lady Yera can do it, then so can I.”

Suri: "...?!"