Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 515 - 25: The Legendary Impact Method (Added)

"Are you done yet?" Thira blushed deeply.

"No..." Aske was still struggling.

Though the scene might look questionable to children, in reality, there was nothing risqué going on—they were both fully clothed!

Because his body, including his hands, was completely compressed and pinned down by an "Adaptive" and "Minimized" Shield, Aske could only try to wiggle his body, which was pressed tightly against Thira’s, hoping to accidentally hit the button on her belt with his waist, thus removing the damn shield—all without being able to see it.

In simple terms, he was just trying his luck.

However, even though they were clothed, the touch of skin rubbing against each other still made Thira’s mind wander, turning her face even redder.

After her birthday this year, she would be 18, certainly not an age of innocence. Moreover, as the "legitimate Solomon Princess" born into the Imperial Family, she had lived almost a saint-like life, hardly ever physically in contact with men—on this point, she was quite different from her sister, Zoe.

Alas, today, the purity record of the little Empress was broken.

"Done!" Thira yelled with a flushed face, "Don’t think I don’t know that you’re pretending to try to remove the Shield to take advantage of me! Stop that dog-like wriggling of your hips right now!"

Aske: ......

"Why would you think I want to take advantage of you?" he said, somewhat annoyed, "Do you even have an advantage I could take?"

Thira was taken aback for a moment, then retorted with a cold snort: "Who knows, maybe you’re just particularly starved for it."

"Let’s not talk about anything else, have I ever laid a hand on any girl in our team?" Aske stated facts and reason, trying to prove his innocence to Thira.

Thira was speechless. Indeed, if Aske really had any ulterior motives, a mere flick of his fingers would probably have Medea rushing to his bed first. Thinking about it, none of the girls had been troubled so far, which indeed seemed to indicate that the Squad Leader was a gentleman...

A gentleman, so you can bully me like this?! Suddenly regaining her senses, Thira felt both embarrassed and angry, biting Aske again.

"Ouch!" The pain came unexpectedly this time, causing Aske to instinctively struggle and dodge backward, pulling Thira off balance as well, and they both fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately for Thira, Aske was on the bottom, perfectly catching her petite body, and she lay on his chest, feeling a bit dizzy.

"Now we’re good," Aske said, "If they come back now or teleport out of Fire Island and see us in this pose, they’re definitely going to get the wrong idea."

"Can’t you stop with the bad omens!" Thira said, "You sound like Cassandra!"

"What’s the Cassandra thing?" Aske asked.

"The Trojan War," Thira said, "Cassandra was the priestess in Troy Temple, who had the ability to predict the future, but no one believed her. So in Sirius language, ’Cassandra’ means ’a prediction of imminent doom’."

"I see," Aske said, indicating he’d learned something new.

"Speaking of which," Thira said coldly, "would you be happy to be misunderstood by them? Feeling like, ’Ah, it turns out I’m so popular’?"

"Of course not," Aske said, "Don’t forget, Nora and Medea can read minds! They would definitely believe I am innocent."

"But Peggy might not see it that way," Thira said, "If she comes out of Fire Island later and sees us hugging each other tightly like this, she’s sure to be mad enough to go dark."

"Maybe she’ll charge at us on the spot," Aske said.

"And then tear you to pieces," Thira said.

"No, probably twist your neck off," Aske said.

Both: ......

"Let’s get this Shield off quickly," Aske suddenly felt a bit apprehensive.

In case Peggy went crazy and came with a "Death Law. Curse Death," in his current state, he wouldn’t even be able to use the Star Nine Forms to block it.

"Yes, yes, can you give it another try?" Thira’s back was covered in cold sweat as well; she certainly couldn’t beat Peggy in her current state, so she anxiously said, "Try that hip Impact Method."

"The hip Impact Method is too tiring," Aske complained, "Now that it’s me below and you above, instead of me thrusting my hips, it would be faster if you press down yourself."

"How do I press?" Thira was irritated.

"Lift your waist, then press down!" Aske shouted, "Smash into me with where your belt is! Hit that button!"

Thira arched her back forcefully, then she understood what Aske meant by "too tired." The shield, while contracting, pressed the two of them tightly together from all sides, and even the slightest attempt to pull away by a fraction of a millimeter met with tremendous resistance.

In a way, it was like being strapped with a heavyweight and then holding a plank position, each second was a cruel test of muscle endurance.

She hit the shield many times in succession, but there was no response. It wasn’t clear whether the angle or location of the impact was at fault or whether Aske’s abdomen was just too soft. In any case, the button remained unpressed.

"I can’t anymore..." Finally, Thira gasped and collapsed on top of Aske, utterly exhausted.

Since the shield pressed their chests together, she now found it difficult even to breathe deeply.

"Ugh," Aske also looked up at the ceiling blankly, "Let’s just wait for them to come and help."

Thira didn’t answer.

After a while, Aske heard a faint sobbing sound.

No way, is she... crying?

"Tears falling?" Aske asked cautiously.

"No," Thira sobbed.

The voice was so pitiful that it seemed almost dripping with water... Aske sighed, then had a sudden flash of inspiration:

"Why don’t we try using extraordinary ability? Air pressure and gravity?"

"Oh," Thira finally remembered that she was indeed a Transcendent, "How do I use it?"

"Can you adjust the air pressure to push us apart?" asked Aske.

"Let me think," Thira pondered, "My ’Storm’ ability adjusts the air pressure in a certain area to increase or decrease it."

"Because the area is connected to the outside world, when the air pressure inside the area drops, the air outside rushes in rapidly, causing the air density inside to increase..."

"So," Aske interrupted her, "you could create a ’compressed air cushion’ between us to separate us, right?"

"That’s not right!" Thira countered, "At room temperature, air is a permanent gas; no matter how high the pressure, it can never become liquid or solid. But I should be able to create a dense air area between us, then gradually relax the control of air pressure, allowing the super dense air inside to rapidly spread outwards. This would create enough wind force and pressure to push our bodies apart."

"At the same time, you could also adjust our gravity," Aske added, "Altering the gravity affecting us to point in the direction behind us. Although in terms of force magnitude, gravity isn’t as strong as wind force, it could also pull us in opposite directions, reducing the difficulty of the wind force’s push."

"But there’s a risk in this," Thira said with a frown, "If, and I mean if, I release my Storm ability too quickly, the super dense air area could expand uncontrollably."

"Uncontrolled meaning what?"

"Well, have you seen the power of my Air Bullets?" Thira said, "Imagine a pressure cooker exploding."

Aske: ...

"Let’s not use the extraordinary ability," Aske said, "Let me show you the brute force of a Squad Leader."

He pressed his arms tightly against Thira’s body, straining with all his might to lift her up, barely creating a few millimeters of space between them.

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"I’m back, is anybody home?"

The elevator doors opened. Eleanor came out, looking somewhat tired.

That woman, Adelaide the Bishop, who claims to be a distant relative of hers. But when Eleanor pressed her on whether she was from the Weisbach family, she just smiled and said nothing.

Such a hassle, and with Aske not around, it forced her to handle the various troublesome queries on her own.

Not doing that again.

Walking into the study by the window, Eleanor saw Aske sprawled on the floor, gazing at the ceiling tiredly.

Thira, with her strange backpack, was face down on the carpet on the other side, likewise looking as if all her energy had been drained.

"You guys..." Eleanor asked hesitantly, "Did you fight?"