After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 600 - 241: The Cost of Riding a Horse Is Being Ridden

"Ahtal, I have something I want to ask you." The little mare pursed her red lips, her expression becoming serious, her gaze carrying a faint sense of pressure:

"Do you see me as a mount or as a partner?"

Xi Mu was momentarily stunned, feeling the soft, shapely hips seated on his abdomen. Facing the little mare’s earnest gaze, he smiled and replied:

"Of course, as a partner."

"Then as a partner, isn’t it strange to be ridden by you every day?" The little mare fiddled with her milky white long hair beside her ear, her voice gradually growing softer, nearly inaudible.

Xi Mu looked at the increasingly flushed little mare and feigned confusion: "Partner, could you speak a little louder?"

The little mare’s cheeks flushed even more. She let out a vulnerable whimper, leaning forward with her hands gripping Ahtal’s chest. Her milky white hair slid from her fragrant shoulders, brushing against his cheek.

"I said... after being ridden for so long, it’s time I ride you now!" She gritted her teeth, deliberately raising her voice.

The man beneath her, the King of Ash, wouldn’t possibly fail to hear her due to a quiet voice. But he intentionally made her repeat herself.

Xi Mu chuckled softly at her words, then lifted his hand to caress the little mare’s sleek, slender legs. His palm glided over her smooth, porcelain-like skin.

The little mare’s breathing grew rapid. Unable to resist, she turned her head slightly to the side. She often saw Ahtal and Letixia sneaking off to spend nights together in the simulated world. Thinking about how she should have been the first to claim Ahtal for herself filled her with frustration. She made up her mind to seize him once they exited the simulated world.

Yet she faltered at the critical moment, only daring to hint at her intentions with words rather than speaking her heart outright.

However.

"Partner, how do you hope I’ll change?" Xi Mu’s hand traced along the little mare’s waist, past the fullness of her chest, landing on her flushed cheek. "I’ve never tried before, but I can alter my form of existence if you wish."

The little mare’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise, before she couldn’t help but playfully punch Ahtal’s chest. This man was still teasing her at such a moment.

Right now, she had summoned extraordinary courage.

She used to fear getting pregnant and then pitifully raising a child on her own. But now, her thinking had changed radically.

"I thought the partner’s wish was for me to transform into a stallion and ride you instead," Xi Mu said with amusement. With his mastery of player powers, he had reached a level where he could freely alter his form of existence, akin to choosing a race at the beginning of the game or transforming into another species mid-journey. For him, it all came down to a mere thought.

As long as it was within his understanding of forms of existence or something he had considered before, his powers could make it real.

"This current form is good," the little mare softly murmured. Xi Mu didn’t object upon hearing her words but instead suggested:

"Partner, do you want me to teach you how to ride me?"

"Do I even need you to teach me how to ride?" The little mare blinked in surprise, watching Ahtal smile and lie passive on the bed with his arms outstretched:

"If you don’t need teaching, I’ll just lie here and not move."

"Hmph, I’ve heard about this kind of thing from the Minstrel," the little mare huffed. She then extended her hand toward the buttons on Ahtal’s shirt.

She had listened to plenty of Minstrels recount stories, many involving ambiguous details between heroes and princesses. Though mostly concocted by second-rate Minstrels for a bite to eat, those ambiguous anecdotes served her well at this moment.

Yet she soon hesitated, her fingers slowing as she unbuttoned his shirt, her heart racing so hard it felt like it might jump out of her throat. This kind of thing wasn’t quite like the tales spun by the Minstrel.

"Let me teach you instead," Xi Mu said with a gentle smile, laying his hand on the mare’s delicate shoulders and pressing her down onto him.

The mare merely turned her flushed face to the side, seemingly conceding to Ahtal’s guidance on how to employ ’riding skills.’

Meanwhile.

Shark Girl Kashute arrived at the door. She intended to knock and call Ahtal out for a meal but froze upon hearing familiar sounds. Her raised hand paused mid-motion.

She often caused similar sounds herself in Ahtal’s room while engaging in the same activities.

"Sister Kashute, why aren’t you waking up the teacher?" The Goddess of Salvation approached. She had many questions for the teacher, but upon hearing her, Shark Girl Kashute quickly grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the living room downstairs.

The Goddess of Salvation kept glancing back with every step. She had just experienced her teacher’s world-burning power and had countless things she wanted to discuss.

"Lord Ahtal is busy with something very important right now," Shark Girl Kashute explained as she forcefully dragged the Goddess of Salvation away. There was no way she was letting the Salvation Goddess, barely one year old, witness the scene unfolding between her teacher and the little mare.

Otherwise, it would leave a bad impression on the Goddess of Salvation.

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Living room.

"Ahtal, is he dealing with something?" The Pestilence Witch reclined on the sofa, casually biting into a baguette as she remarked:

"That mare snuck into Ahtal’s room early this morning; she must have business she wants to discuss with him."

The Goddess of Plague gently shook her head at this, pulling the Salvation Goddess close to her side. She then began questioning the Goddess of Salvation about what had transpired within the simulated world while offering consolation for her apparent disappointment. It seemed the Plague Goddess had a good sense of what might be going on.