Genshin Impact, Breezing Through Teyvat - Chapter 323: Amy Forfeits, Fischl Wants Children

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Amy’s mind started racing through all kinds of thoughts. Her head felt dizzy and her vision blurred as she struggled internally.

[Hmph! Foolish! Such a weakling has no place being a ruler or a consort! Look at thyself! Simply look! Imbecile! Didst thou even bother thinking for once!? Our consort needs a strong, independant woman who will carry on his legacy! Would he not steal thy lips if he did not fancy you? Would he not deflower thy so romantically back then, and visit thy chambers if he did not find thou desirable? Heh! I would bet that he’d want to devour thee whole if thou ever visited him at night and wouldn’t stop even if thou were thoroughly satisfied! He is a man after all~! Ah, what fun we shall have together in the foreseeable future! We shall feast upon each other every single day and night! Just the thought of it makes me swoon~! Remember this! If there is a hole, he ought to want to try sticking his massive world ender into it! That’s just how men are!]

‘What are you even saying at this point!? Shut up!’ Amy cried desperately, hoping to shut her inner self out of her ears.

[Tch! Allow me, then! I shall grant thee the confidence thou need to reproduce and aim for his seed with determination, just like that young lass Hu Tao, who relentlessly pursues our consort with all the passion in the world—harvesting his essence like a good farmer each and every night! Aaah, such bliss awaits thee in his bedchambers, dear one~! Aaaah! What joy—! It must be mine—! Hehe—! All mine!!]

‘Geez…! Stop…stop…! Stop now…!’

In the depths of her soul, Amy valiantly battled the whispers of temptation that threatened to consume her. Despite her best efforts, she could no longer deny the powerful yearning that had taken root within her. A primal, carnal desire began to smolder, igniting a firestorm of passion in her heart. A sudden fit of coughing shook her, as if her body was attempting to expel the unwelcome intrusion.

Her cheeks burned with a feverish flush, while a peculiar tingling sensation emanated from her delicate chest. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, driven by an intoxicating thrill.

Waves of pleasure cascaded through the depths of her being. Her thoughts became a whirlwind, a maelstrom of love, desire, and the unbridled fantasies of being swept away by her lover’s fervent embrace.

Amid the chaos, it was the latter that gripped her the most, causing the tempest within to intensify. In that moment of surrender, Amy’s inner self emerged, seizing control of her body for the first time since she drew her first breath.

Her eyes, now those of the true Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort, flew open in revelation.

“Mwahahahaha!” she cackled, intoxicated with newfound power. “Quake in awe, mortals! Fortune has smiled upon thee, for the Prinzessin Der Verurteilung has graced this realm with her presence!”

Fischl’s laughter rose to a fever pitch, her hands clenched into fists before her chest, as if to contain the surge of energy coursing through her veins. The world trembled beneath her feet, for the awakening of her true self had begun.

“””…”””

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Fischl, but only for a fleeting moment. Soon, the crowd dismissed her outburst as inconsequential, leaving her indignantly fuming.

“What?! How can thee mere mortals dare to overlook my divine presence?!” she spluttered, a cry of frustration escaping her lips as she stomped her heel, closing the distance between her and her target.

With the elegance of a queen, Fischl perched herself atop Yomite’s back, her hands clasping his waist as a look of utter shock crossed his face.

“Fischl…!?” he stammered, his expression one of bewilderment. Yet, he wasn’t alone in his confusion; the entire room shared his astonishment.

“Enough dawdling!” Fischl declared, her voice dripping with grandeur. “Our destiny lies within the Immernachtreich! As your consort, I shall bear a thousand children to honor our union! Now, rise up! Overcome this challenge and ascend to godhood!”

She released her grip on Yomite’s waist, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders as she attempted to propel him forward. Unbeknownst to her, her own presence upon his back only served to hinder his progress, the weight of her dreams pressing down upon him all the more.

“Forward, my steed!” cried the Prinzessin, her voice resounding with an air of divine grandeur. “In the presence of my celestial grace, let us vanquish the obstacle that stands before us! Together, we shall reclaim our rightful place in this world and conquer all that has been stolen from us! Our victory is assured! Mwahahaha!!”

Her laughter echoed through the room as Yomite cast a perplexed glance over his shoulder.

“What… what is happening?” he stammered, unable to fathom the circumstances that had befallen him.

Was this simply another one of her usual episodes? Yet why did she suddenly leap upon his back? This was something completely weird, even for her usual weird behaviour.

‘I’m dying…I’m actually dying here…’ Yomite lamented inwardly, paralyzed beneath her tender embrace.

“Fishy-Fishy? What game are we playing?” inquired Hu Tao, her curiosity piqued as she sauntered over.

“A game of eternal love and sacrifice! Join me, Hu Tao, sovereign of the underworld, and let us lead the charge!” Fischl declared.

“I don’t quite understand, but it seems like fun!” With that, Hu Tao joined aboard, positioning herself just behind Fischl.

Yomite could only grunt in confusion as another passenger joined their bizarre procession.

‘What the hell is going on!?’ he wondered internally, still completely confused about all of this. As if it wasn’t enough that Fischl was currently sitting on top of him, Hu Tao had to be next.

He could tell that the two girls were laughing and giggling, probably talking about something to do with him, though none of them showed any sign of moving from their spot.

Instead, they kept laughing and whispering among themselves in hushed tones.

Noticing the confusion in Yomite, Fischl reached her hand out and patted him on his cheek gently, as if telling him to relax. For some reason, he had the suspicion there were two horny brats on his back, who wanted to ‘do things’ to him.

Paimon’s shrill voice cut through the air. “Hey! What are you two doing? Can’t you see Tattoo is struggling?”

Fischl’s response was swift and merciless. “Silence, lest you become a mere ingredient in my feast!” she threatened, causing Paimon to flee in terror.

“Hiiiiiii!”

Though puzzled by the unfolding scene, Lisa could not contain her curiosity and decided to observe the spectacle with rapt attention, eager to see how the strange drama would play out.