To ensure she found exactly what she was looking for, I spent the entirety of the next day sitting in the center of my ruined chamber.
I focused purely on dragging my meager cursed energy up my spine, forcing it to pool and tangle violently at the base of my neck.
It was excruciating work.
Forcing a natural energy flow into an artificial bottleneck felt like driving rusted nails directly into my nervous system.
By the time the sun began to dip below the horizon, a highly volatile knot of cursed energy sat exactly where Elizabeth had touched me.
I washed away the dried sweat, changed into a clean set of deep black robes, and stepped out into the quiet corridors of the estate.
My mother's private pavilion was situated at the highest peak of the clan's territory.
It was completely isolated, surrounded by dense bamboo forests that whispered softly in the evening wind.
I reached the summit and stood before the massive, elegant structure of dark wood and translucent paper screens.
Soft, golden light spilled from within.
"You are quite early," a voice drifted from behind the screens.
It was cold, melodious, and carried a strange resonance that made the hairs on my arms stand at attention.
Before I could reply the paper screen slid open with a soft whisper.
I hesitated briefly before stepping inside. The floor was covered in premium woven mats that absorbed all sound.
The air smelled intoxicatingly of expensive incense and winter lotus. But my eyes immediately locked onto the center of the room.
Elizabeth was seated on a raised wooden dais.
She was not wearing her normally robes that hid her curves and the restof her enticing figure.
Instead, she wore a set light garments akin to a night gown made of impossibly thin, almost liquid white silk.
The fabric clung to her body, highlighting the devastating, mature curves she usually kept hidden beneath layers of formality.
Her silver hair was unbound, cascading down her back and pooling on the mats like a waterfall of moonlight.
She looked entirely unapproachable, a celestial being radiating absolute authority, yet the sheer allure of her physical form sent a sudden, heavy pulse of heat straight to my cock.
"Sit," she commanded, gesturing to the cushion positioned directly across from her.
I walked over, my footsteps completely silent, and seated myself.
The distance between us was less than an arm's length.
I could feel the terrifying hum of her latent power brushing against my skin.
Elizabeth did not waste time with pleasantries.
She leaned forward slightly, her silver eyes locking onto mine with clinical precision.
"Remove the upper half of your robe."
I complied without hesitation. I loosened the sash at my waist and let the dark fabric slide off my shoulders, pooling it around my hips.
The cold air of the room bit into my bare chest. I exposed my neck and torso completely to her scrutiny.
My mother paused for a fraction of a second, then her gaze drifted downward.
She assessed the lean musculature of my chest and abdomen with the detached, calculating eyes of a predator examining its prey, before snapping sharply back to the base of my neck.
"Begin circulating your Cursed energy. Do not hold back."
Complying to her words, I closed my eyes and triggered my cursed nebula physique.
Instantly, all the cursed energy in the room was being pulled to me at an alarming rate that caused Elizabeth's pupils to constrict sharply.
Before the terrifying wave of cursed energy could hit me, Elizabeth's eyes turned blood red and all the cursed energy in the room froze in their tracks.
In shock I glanced up at her, only to be met with the chilling, blood red eyes.
Raising a delicate, finger, she tugged gently.
Following which, a strand of cursed energy flowed gently before entering the base of my neck.
The moment the energy hit the artificial blockage I had spent all day creating, a genuine jolt of excruciating pain shot straight up into my skull.
My body jerked involuntarily and sharp hiss of pure pain escaped my gritted teeth.
Elizabeth leaned closer to me, letting the scent of winter lotus envelope my senses completely.
"There is a severe constriction in your meridian pathways," she murmured. Her tone was completely analytical, completely devoid of empathy. "It is tangled. Highly chaotic."
She reached out. Her cold, delicate fingers made direct contact with my bare skin, pressing exactly over the volatile knot.
The moment she touched the blockage, a violent spark of conflicting energies erupted between us. My chaotic cursed energy reacted instinctively to her pure, refined cursed energy that carried the chill of ice. A violent shiver wrecked my frame.
Elizabeth did not pull away. Instead, her grip tightened firmly on the side of my neck. Her silver eyes narrowed as she observed the erratic pulse beneath my skin.
"Your energy is weak, yet it fights mine with the desperation of a starving beast," she noted coldly. Her thumb traced the tense line of my jaw, a gesture that felt less like comfort and more like a warning. "I must force a synchronization to untangle this node. If you resist, your pathways will shatter. Understand?"
"Do it," I nodded slightly.
Instantly she shifted her weight, moving off her cushion and sliding closer until her knees brushed directly against mine.
The thin silk of her robes offered almost zero barrier.
I could feel the intoxicating warmth of her thighs pressing into me, completely contradicting the lethal ice of her cursed energy.
"Brace yourself," she whispered.
Then she pressed her palm flat against the base of my neck. A surge of refined, cold, cursed energy violently pierced through my skin, driving straight into my core.
My back trembled and bent instantly. A strangled groan tore its way out of my throat. It was not purely pain.
The moment her dominant ice flooded my burning meridians, a devastating shockwave of agonizing pleasure exploded through my nervous system. It felt like liquid lightning flooding my veins.
Groaning, I gritted my teeth. My hands gripped my own knees tightly to prevent myself from reaching out and grabbing her waist.
The friction of her silk rubbing against my bare legs every time my muscles spasmed sent violent jolts of pure electricity straight to my groin.