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

A very faint yet remarkably clear cough suddenly broke the silence that was filled with tears and tenderness, emanating from the other side of the room.

Su Rui and En Ya and En Xi Ya, who were immersed in the joy of reunion, suddenly froze and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the shadows near the door to the inner room, a person stood silently, unnoticed.

Jeragand.

She was still wearing that simple white robe, barefoot, her long silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall woven from moonlight. Her exquisite face was expressionless, her golden eyes calm and still, as if the cough from just moments before hadn't come from her. She stood there quietly, seemingly blending into the shadows, yet her presence was undeniable.

Volume 18, Chapters 1235: You guys chat first, Suri and I will go to the side.

Yera's gaze first calmly swept over Enya and Enshia, who were tightly embracing and tears streaming down their faces, her eyes devoid of any emotion, as if this deeply moving scene were no different from snowflakes falling in the wind. Then, her gaze slowly moved and landed on Suri, who was standing at the door, seemingly preparing to silently retreat.

Those calm, unwavering golden eyes flickered almost imperceptibly the instant their gazes met Su Rui's. Then, before Su Rui could even react or see the movement clearly—

Yera moved.

As if teleported, she emerged from the shadows on the other side of the room and appeared before Su Rui in a single step. They were so close that Su Rui could even smell her familiar, cold, and vast aura, like that of an ancient glacier.

Before Su Rui could even react, she felt her arm being gripped by a slightly cool hand, yet with an irresistible strength. The force wasn't strong, but it was exceptionally firm, carrying an unquestionable air.

Then, under the astonished gazes of Suri, and as Enya and Enshia, who had also temporarily recovered from the excitement of their reunion due to this sudden turn of events, their tear-streaked faces showing expressions of surprise—

Yera exerted a slight force with her arm, using a seemingly gentle but actually irresistible strength to gently pull Suri from the doorway towards herself.

Suri felt a gentle yet irresistible force come over her, and her body involuntarily staggered forward a step. Then, she was pulled into Yera's arms in a way that was both "protective" and "assertive".

Yes, I pulled her into my arms.

Yera was slightly taller than Suri, and at that moment, Suri's cheek was almost touching the side of her beautifully shaped neck. One of her arms was loosely wrapped around Suri's waist (through his clothes), while the other hand rested seemingly casually on his shoulder. This posture didn't appear particularly intimate or ambiguous, but it was full of a strong sense of possessiveness and an unquestionable implication—this person, now, was under my "control."

Suri: "...???"

He froze completely. His mind went blank for a moment because of this sudden and completely unexpected situation. Yera's cold and vast aura, mixed with a very faint scent, like the purest ice and snow from a mountain peak, enveloped him. He could feel the cool and steady touch on Yera's arm, and he could feel a few strands of her silver hair brushing against his cheek, bringing a slightly itchy sensation.

What... what's going on?!

Yera ignored Suri's stiffness and astonishment, and didn't even glance at Enya and Enshia's subtly surprised looks. She simply turned her head slightly, her calm, golden eyes landing on Enya's face, and spoke in her usual clear, icy voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation:

"The person has been brought." Her voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly in the warm bedroom. "Time is short. You two, talk."

The message was concise and to the point, even carrying a hint of urging. It was as if it were saying: "Aren't you sisters missing each other terribly? Now that you've met, make the most of this time and pour out your hearts to each other. Don't waste time hugging and crying here. As for this 'deliveryman' and 'transportation,' they're mine now."

Enya was still immersed in the excitement and joy of her sister's reunion, her face still wet with tears. Startled by Yera's sudden actions and words, a barely perceptible flicker of surprise, helplessness, and a subtle, almost imperceptible unease—a feeling akin to "having something stolen"—fleeted across her face. Her gaze involuntarily fell on Suri, who was being held in Yera's almost possessive embrace.

Suri's expression at this moment was quite a sight. From initial stunned stiffness, to the embarrassment and bewilderment upon realizing that Yela was holding him in an almost "possessive" manner, his ears even flushed slightly from this sudden and overly "intimate" contact (although Yela's expression and actions showed no ambiguity). He tried to struggle slightly, but Yela's arms around his waist, seemingly loose, carried an undeniable, icy, and stable strength that rendered him immobile.

“Lady Yera…” Enya began, her voice still slightly hoarse from crying. She looked at Yera with a complicated expression, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just sighed softly and looked back at Enxia in her arms, who was also a little dazed by Yera’s actions and had even temporarily forgotten to cry.

Yes, time is running out. Dawn is approaching. She and Sia have been separated for so long; there are so many things she wants to say, so many feelings she wants to express, and so many updates she wants to know. Every minute, every second is precious.

As for the relationship between Lady Yera and Suri… Enya’s gaze swept quickly over Suri, who was being held tightly in Yera’s arms, and his unusually awkward and helpless stiffness. A subtle unease in her eyes seemed to be replaced by a barely perceptible, faint smile. Lady Yera’s thoughts, sometimes, are truly… unfathomable. However, since Lady Yera had “taken over” Suri, she and Shia could indeed temporarily stop worrying about him.

Enya took a deep breath, suppressing the extremely subtle feeling of unease that arose from Yera's "interruption" of the hug (although she was hugging Sia, Yera's action of pulling Suri away made her feel a little... subtly uncomfortable), and focused all her attention back on her younger sister in her arms.

She loosened her arms from tightly embracing Enxia, ​​but her hands still gripped Enxia's shoulders, pulling away slightly so that she could see her sister's face more clearly. Her gaze greedily swept over Enxia's features, inch by inch, as if trying to etch this long-lost face, which only appeared in her dreams, deep into her heart.

"Xia, let your older sister take a good look at you..." Enya's voice was so gentle it could melt hearts, her eyes filled with undisguised love and longing. "You've grown taller, and you've lost weight... Have you been eating properly? Has anyone been bullying you? Is SilverAsh... good to you?"

A barrage of questions came out of Enya's mouth like a machine gun. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, and her fingers gently stroked Enya's tear-stained cheeks, wiping away the tears with tenderness.

Enshia was pulled back to her senses by her sister's concerned question, temporarily snapping out of her surprise at "Why is Lady Yera hugging Brother Suri?" Her longing for her sister, like a flood bursting its banks, overwhelmed her once more. She shook her head vigorously, tears welling up again, but a large, tearful smile bloomed on her face:

Volume 18, Chapter 1236: I really want to escape~

"Sister! I'm fine! I'm okay! Brother... he's very busy, but he's very good to me! I'm eating well and growing up well! How about you, sister? Are you doing well on the Holy Mountain? Have the people from Manzhu Academy bullied you? Brother Su Rui said you're taking care of the flowers and plants in the temple, is that true? You look... you seem a little thinner..."

The two sisters were once again immersed in their own world, as if they had endless things to say and questions to ask each other. Enya pulled Enxia to sit down on the soft low couch by the fireplace. The two stood close together, hand in hand, their eyes never leaving each other's faces, eagerly exchanging the bits and pieces of the years they had been apart, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes scolding each other, and sometimes embracing each other, as if trying to make up for all the time they had missed.

The warm fire cast their intertwined figures on the wall, making them appear long and intertwined, as if they had never been separated.

Suri, who was being held in Yera's arms in an almost "imprisoned" manner, was experiencing extremely complex emotions at this moment.

He was forced to stand next to Yera in an extremely awkward position (or rather, to be "fixed" to her side by Yera), feeling the undeniable presence and cold aura emanating from Yera, listening to the heartfelt conversation between the sisters Enya and Ensia beside him, while he felt like a large, speechless decoration, or... a "held hostage".

He tried again, very slightly, to move his shoulder, trying to break free from Yera's seemingly casual but actually firm arm.

Yela's hand on his shoulder pressed down almost imperceptibly. The pressure was light, but it carried a clear and undeniable warning—don't move.

At the same time, Yera slightly turned her head, her calm, expressionless golden eyes glancing at Suri up close, devoid of any emotion. Her gaze seemed to say: Stay quiet. This is none of your business.

Su Rui: "..." He felt the veins on his forehead throb because of this strange and frustrating situation.

He could only maintain a stiff posture, eyes downcast, trying to be like a statue, pretending not to hear the whispers of the two sisters beside him and the occasional suppressed sobs and soft laughter, nor to feel the strong, cold aura emanating from Yela, and the seemingly casual yet controlling touch.

Although Enxia was excitedly telling her sister about her longing for her, she couldn't help but steal glances at the strange yet harmonious (?) "duo" next to her.

Lady Yera… she actually hugged Brother Suri like that? Although Lady Yera's expression seemed no different from usual, as calm as if she were just brushing snowflakes off her shoulder, that action, that posture… no matter how you looked at it, it carried a strong, undeniable sense of possessiveness! And Brother Suri's stiff, embarrassed, wanting to move but not daring to move look… it's really… too interesting!

In Encia's heart, the little flame of gossip ignited instantly, as if doused with oil! There seems to be... something subtle between her sister and Lady Yela? And Brother Suri, caught in the middle, seems to be in a rather "difficult" situation?

However, looking at her sister's beautiful face, so close yet filled with gentle concern, and feeling the real warmth of her sister's hand, Enxia's curiosity about gossip was replaced by immense happiness and satisfaction. Sister! She had finally seen her sister again! Everything else could wait!

But her bright blue eyes couldn't help but steal a quick glance at Yela and Suri. Hmm… after talking to her sister, she definitely had to give Suri a good "interrogation"! Encia clenched her little fist inwardly.

The fireplace crackled and popped, casting a warm glow that bathed the bedchamber in a soft, warm light. The air was filled with the scents of herbs, incense, and the slightly salty, warm aroma of tears shed after a long separation. Enya and Enshia sat side-by-side on the soft couch by the fireplace, their bodies close together, their hands clasped tightly, as if afraid that if they let go, the other would disappear again. Their voices were low and rapid, as if they had endless things to say. Sometimes they asked urgently, sometimes they spoke tenderly, sometimes they let out suppressed laughter, and sometimes their eyes reddened at a topic that touched a raw nerve, tears silently sliding down their cheeks, only to be quickly wiped away by each other's warm fingers.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the bittersweet reminiscence. The sky outside the window remained a deep, inky blue, but the pale light on the eastern horizon seemed more pronounced than before, struggling to pierce through the thick clouds, foreshadowing the approaching dawn.

On the other side of the sleeping quarters, near the entrance to the inner chamber, in a slightly dimmer area, the eerie yet harmonious "duo"—or rather, "one person and one (controlled) leopard"—maintained that delicate posture.

Yeragand stood there silently, her figure upright, like an ancient, unchanging ice crystal tree growing atop a snow-capped peak. Her exquisite face remained expressionless, her golden eyes calmly gazing ahead, as if staring into the void, or perhaps simply lost in thought. Yet, her arm remained loosely wrapped around Suri's waist in a seemingly casual yet incredibly stable posture, her other hand still resting on his shoulder.

Suri was forced to stand stiffly beside Yera in an almost "punishment" posture. He could clearly feel the steady, slightly cool touch on Yera's arm, and smell the cold, vast aura emanating from her, a scent that seemed to cleanse all distractions. At first, he managed to maintain his "statue" state, eyes downcast, pretending not to exist, but as time went on, this "imprisoned" posture began to make him feel a certain degree of... unease.

In particular, he could clearly hear the tender conversation between the sisters, Enya and Enshia, beside him. Their whispered words, full of affection and longing, brushed against his eardrums like feathers, drawing his attention involuntarily. He could feel the undisguised love and worry in Enya's voice, and the genuine dependence and joy in Enshia's words. This pure and profound sisterly affection touched a soft spot in his heart.

But Yera's presence was simply too strong. Her calm, seemingly all-seeing golden eyes, though not deliberately looking at him, made Su Rui feel that his every move, even the slightest change in expression, was not missed. This feeling of being "watched invisibly," coupled with the undeniable touch on his waist and shoulders, made it increasingly difficult for him to remain completely still.

Volume 18, Chapter 1237: Yera is a bad person.

Just as Suri felt her muscles getting stiff from maintaining one position for so long, and was hesitating whether to try moving them very slightly again—

Yera moved.

It wasn't a large movement, but an extremely subtle one. The hand that was resting loosely on Su Rui's shoulder suddenly twitched, its slender, slightly cool fingers, which seemed to contain some ancient power.

Fingertips gently brushed against the exposed skin on the side of Suri's neck.

The touch was slightly cool, with a jade-like delicacy, yet because of its owner's status, it carried an indescribable, heart-pounding sense of majesty. Su Rui's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment because of this sudden, completely unexpected touch; a subtle electric current seemed to surge through his spine from the point of contact.

Then, as if finding an interesting "toy," that hand began to gently caress and knead Suri's neck, shoulders, and even upwards in a slow, almost languid rhythm. The movements were very light, with a casual, almost careless feel, as if teasing a pet.

this……?!

Because of his snow leopard bloodline, Suri's ears were more sensitive than those of an ordinary person, even in human form. When Yera's fingers brushed against the skin at the edge of his earlobe unintentionally or not, the cool and strangely tactile caress made him almost reflexively twitch the tip of his ear, trying to avoid the somewhat "annoying" touch.

But Yera's fingers, as if possessing a mind of their own, did not leave. Instead, following the subtle tremor, they moved upwards and gently pinched the tips of Suri's furry animal ears, which were trembling slightly from the sudden stimulation.

Suri: "...!"

He froze, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. His animal ears were one of the most sensitive parts of his body! He rarely touched them himself, let alone had them... handled like this by someone else!

Yela's fingers gently pinched the soft yet resilient tips of the ear, her fingertips even applying a research-like, curious pressure as she rubbed them, then lightly scratched the extremely fine downy hairs on the inside of the ear with her fingertips.

"!!!"

An indescribable current, a mixture of tingling, slight itching, and intense discomfort, shot from the tip of his ear to Su Rui's brain! At that moment, all the muscles in his body tensed up violently due to the intense stimulation and a feeling that was almost "shameful"! The base of his tail (although he was in human form at this moment, the sensation from his bloodline and the corresponding part was still there) even twitched slightly uncontrollably.

He instinctively tried to turn his head away, but Yela's arm around his waist, though still loose, seemed to possess an invisible, irresistible force of restraint, preventing him from making any large movements. He could only stiffly maintain his original posture, letting Yela's slightly cool fingers gently knead and caress his sensitive animal ears as if playing with a novel toy.

Yera, however, seemed completely oblivious to Suri's stiffness and momentary tension. Her expression remained calm and undisturbed, her golden eyes still fixed on the distance, as if she were merely performing an ordinary task—smoothing out wrinkles in her clothing or brushing dust from her shoulders. Only her thick, feather-like eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, revealing that she wasn't entirely focused at the moment.

After kneading Suri's animal ears for a while, Yera seemed to get a little bored (or perhaps, she found a new "target"). Her fingers slowly moved down along the side of Suri's neck, gliding over his smooth shoulder and neck lines, to his back, and then gently rested on Suri's lower back, near his tailbone.

Suri: "...?!"

If the rubbing of his ears just now only caused him intense stimulation and discomfort, then now, the spot where Yera's fingers touched almost made the hairs on his entire body stand on end! That area, in his human form, corresponds to the base of his tail, and its sensitivity far exceeds that of his ears!

He could clearly feel Yella's slightly cool fingertips, through her not-too-thick clothing, gently touching that crucial spot. There was no force, just a light touch, even with a casual, almost nonchalant air, as if she were simply placing it there haphazardly.

But for Su Rui, this "casualness" was nothing short of torture! Every nerve in his body seemed to be focused on that "marked" point. Every hair on his body stood on end, his body was as stiff as a frozen block of ice, and even his breathing became cautious, for fear that the slightest movement would lead to further "exploration" by those fingers.

But Yera seemed to think that wasn't enough. Her hand, which was resting on Suri's waist, began to wander. Her fingertips, with a cool touch that seemed to penetrate the fabric, gently traced circles on Suri's waist, the movements slow and languid, almost teasing.

Kneading the sensitive animal ears, touching the vital tailbone area, and adding the faint, feather-like circular motions along the waist...

Suri felt like he was suffocating. A surge of heat, uncontrollably rising from his tailbone to the top of his head, caused his ears and cheeks to flush rapidly. He wanted to struggle, to protest, to escape immediately from Yella's "mischievous" (though he wasn't sure if Yella even had such an emotion) control, but his body was firmly "nailed" to the spot by that seemingly casual, yet actually icy, binding force, unable to move.

A wave of immense shame and an indescribable, strange feeling, a mixture of stimulation and discomfort, washed over him. He could only bite his lower lip hard, lower his head even further, trying to use his falling silver hair to cover his already flushed cheeks and ears, while his body trembled almost imperceptibly, trying to avoid the omnipresent, heart-pounding touches.

However, the more he tried to avoid it, the more the subtle, uncontrollable trembling of his body seemed to "please" Yella. Yella's fingers on his waist seemed to become more "lively," the faint circling turning into gentle pressing and kneading with a bit of force. And the fingers on his tailbone, although not making any further movements, were more distinct and harder to ignore than any other touch.

Suri, who was noticed in Volume 18, Chapter 1238

Suri's animal ears twitched uncontrollably from time to time due to the repeated, varying degrees of "harassment" from different parts of her body, trying to shake off the annoying yet inescapable touch. The furry, warm ear tips would even inadvertently brush against Yera's beautifully shaped jawline and neck during the unconscious twitching.

The soft, downy texture, when it brushed against the skin, brought a slightly itchy, strange sensation.

Yera's usually calm and unwavering golden eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as the tip of her ear brushed against Su Rui's chin once more. The movement was so subtle, so quick, it seemed like an illusion. Then, her hand, which had been resting on Su Rui's shoulder, slowly moved upwards along the side of his neck, finally settling on his other, untouched animal ear.

As a result, Suri's other ear also suffered the same "treatment".

Cool fingertips pinch the furry earlobe and gently knead it, even with an exploratory patience, using the fingernails to very lightly scratch the softest and most sensitive area inside the earlobe.

"Well……!"

A barely audible, trembling, almost whimpering groan finally escaped uncontrollably from Suri's clenched teeth. He abruptly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling violently from the intense stimulation and shame. The blush on his face and neck had spread to his collarbone. He felt like a shrimp being roasted on a fire, unable to escape, curled up (though his posture didn't allow it) in Yera's controlling embrace (imprisonment).

His embarrassed, ashamed, and powerless appearance, along with the slight trembling caused by the continuous stimulation of his sensitive areas, was, in the eyes of others, truly... full of an indescribable, heart-pounding impact.

At least, that's how it appeared to Enxia, ​​who was "stealing a moment of leisure" and occasionally glancing over from the corner of her eye.

Although Ensia was excitedly reminiscing with her sister, talking about the bits and pieces of the years they had been apart, caring about her sister's life on the holy mountain, and expressing her endless longing for her sister, a considerable portion of her attention was actually drawn to the strange and "exciting" interaction next to her.

There's no way around it, that scene is just too... too irresistible to watch!

Lady Yela, that legendary, cold, majestic, and unapproachable being like ancient ice and snow, was now "imprisoning" Brother Suri by her side in an almost "pet-keeping" manner. Moreover, she was using her seemingly noble and elegant, yet actually mischievous, fingers to thoroughly and meticulously "harass" Brother Suri! Rubbing his ears! Pinching his lower back! And even...touching there (although Enshia wasn't sure exactly where, judging from Brother Suri's reaction, it was definitely a very sensitive area)!

And Suri's reaction made Encia's eyes light up, her gossip-loving heart burning brightly! Look! Suri's restrained, ashamed expression, his attempt to hide but unable to, his ears and tail (though unseen, they were definitely trembling!) twitching uncontrollably from the stimulation, even unconsciously brushing against Lady Yela's chin! The blush spreading across his face and neck! His tightly clenched lower lip and trembling eyelashes! And that muffled, trembling groan he couldn't hold back!

Oh my god! This is just... so exciting! It's more exciting than any romance novel she's ever read (secretly) on Rhodes Island! So this is how Lady Yela and Brother Suri interact in private?! This... this looks like... Instantly, countless indescribable words and images filled with pink bubbles popped into Encia's little head.

Enxia watched with great interest, and even when talking to her sister, she became a little distracted, answering questions a beat slower, and her gaze kept drifting in that direction.

Sitting next to Ensia, holding her sister's hand tightly, Ensia naturally noticed her sister's obvious absent-mindedness and the strikingly bright, curious, and inquisitive gaze that kept drifting towards Suri and Yera.

Following her sister's gaze, Enya's eyes also fell on the "duo" once again.

When she saw Yera's almost playful kneading of Suri's animal ears, and saw Suri's embarrassed, trembling, and even her ear tip unconsciously brushing against Yera's chin, a scene full of "coercion" yet inexplicably carrying a... indescribable, heart-stopping feeling, Enya's brown eyes, which were always filled with gentle moonlight, dimmed almost imperceptibly for a moment.

A subtle, unfamiliar, bittersweet feeling, like a needle pricking the tip of the heart, spread silently from the deepest part of my heart without warning.

She knew that Lady Yera's "temperament" was unfathomable, and she also knew that Lady Yera seemed to have some kind of...special attention towards Suri. But seeing Yera so "naturally," almost "teasingly," act so intimately towards Suri (although Yera's expression didn't reveal any "intimacy," the action itself had already crossed the line), and Suri, though embarrassed, didn't show strong resistance (at least, in Enya's view, Suri was just enduring, not really struggling violently), and even the animal ears that unconsciously brushed against Yera's chin carried a...almost dependent, subtle sense of intimacy (this was definitely Enya's illusion!)...

All of this caused the subtle, indescribable emotions in Enya's heart to ripple like a stone thrown into a lake, spreading out in waves of unease.

Is Suri... also so "obedient" to Lady Yela? Does he also show such... indescribable expressions?

This idea, like an uncontrollable vine, quietly took root.

Enya held Enxia's hand, unconsciously tightening her grip slightly. Her gaze shifted from the "duo" back to her sister's face, trying to draw her attention back to their conversation. But her voice, unconsciously, softened slightly, still gentle, yet carrying a barely perceptible, even imperceptible, hint of... bitterness.

"...Xia, what are you looking at?" Enya's voice pulled Enxia, ​​who was clearly lost in thought, back to reality.

"Ah? No, nothing!" Enxia quickly looked away, giving her sister a sweet smile, trying to cover up her guilt. "I just... I just think that Lady Yela and Brother Suri have such a good relationship!" She deliberately spoke in an innocent and envious tone, but her bright blue eyes gleamed with a cunning light as she secretly observed her sister's reaction.

Volume 18, Chapter 1239: Enya doesn't seem to admit it.

Feelings... are so good?

Enya's heart was pricked again by her sister's unintentional (or perhaps intentional) words, like a fine needle. Her smile froze almost imperceptibly for a moment, but quickly returned to its gentle form. She raised her hand and gently stroked Enya's soft blonde hair, her voice still soft, yet seemingly veiled by a very faint, almost imperceptible shadow:

“Lady Yera is an ancient being, and her thoughts are beyond our comprehension. As for Suri…” Enya paused, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards Suri. Looking at Yera’s seemingly tireless fingers still “lingering” on Suri’s ear and lower back, and Suri’s face and neck that were already flushed red, her voice unconsciously carried a subtle, extremely subtle tone, like the sourness of aged plum wine, which she herself was unaware of. Although she quickly concealed it, Enya, who was very close, still keenly caught that fleeting abnormality.

"Suri... he was just following Lady Yela's will." Enya finally ended the topic with this seemingly reasonable but inexplicably dry statement. But as she looked away, her gaze quickly swept over Suri again, her eyes carrying a complex emotion that even she herself might not be able to fully understand—concern, helplessness, a barely perceptible displeasure akin to "having a toy snatched away," and a hint of... a subtle sourness that she herself didn't want to delve into.

Clearly… Suri is hers too. She’s the one who stays by her side, listens to her troubles, brings her news from the outside world, clumsily comforts her when she’s sad, worries and gets angry when she doesn’t come home all night (though it ends with her crouching down with her hands on her head), and risks her life to take her sister up the mountain because of her request… her Suri.