Chapter 110: This Woman Is Copying Me!

Splash——!

The pool water burst apart, shattering the distorted scenery reflected on the enormous Crystal Mirror into fragments in an instant.

Wendy flailed in the water, barely managing to steady himself after two awkward strokes.

The warm spring water soaked through the Golden Thread Garment, creating a strange stimulation where the cold metallic touch met the gentle flow, making every inch of skin tremble with fine shivers.

The Prince lifted his head, a resentful gaze piercing through the mist.

Droplets slid down his hair, tracing the delicate and fragile line of his jaw.

In his sight, the Witch Queen was gracefully descending the steps.

Her “Reverse Bunny Girl” outfit, now drenched, clung even more tightly to every oppressive and sensual curve.

Deep blue fabric wrapped around her long limbs, mysterious, dreamy, and beautiful as the night.

Forbidden and Fallen.

Two entirely opposite traits fused perfectly in Astreia.

She walked up to Wendy, the gentle ripples of the water spreading between them.

“Now….”

The Witch smiled wickedly, pinching the Prince’s chin with her fingertips and forcing him to meet her burning violet eyes.

“It’s my turn to savor you, little artist~”

Before the words had even faded, a scorching and domineering kiss claimed him, greedily devouring every breath.

Wendy’s mind went blank, and all he could do was let out a series of incoherent whimpers, his hands instinctively pushing against the other’s body, but the softness and resilience seared his palms with numbing heat.

It was over.

Somehow…

Somehow, he was starting to like this feeling of being dominated.

The Prince’s consciousness spun from the kiss, leaving him clinging helplessly to her shoulders like a puppet whose soul had been stolen, unable to resist.

The temperature of the bath seemed to rise even higher in that moment.

Boiling, surging.

Yet in the midst of this overwhelming pressure, a twisted pleasure soared to its peak in Wendy’s heart.

Suddenly, he broke free from the haze and counterattacked!

It wasn’t a response—it was a rebellion!

He parted his lips and bit down on the Witch’s soft red lips—not too hard, but firmly!

“Mm.….”

Astreia’s movements froze, the flames swirling in her violet eyes pausing for a heartbeat.

A trace of sharp pain, and…provocation?

This little thing, already at her mercy, actually dared to bite back?

Interesting.

Too interesting!

Far from being angry, the Witch Queen let out a low, deeply satisfied laugh.

She released the Prince, then captured his delicate earlobe between her lips, whispering the most dangerous words with hot breath.

“Come here, little bad boy…Let big sister clean you up properly~”

She spoke as she picked up a soft Wool Bath Towel from the side and began meticulously wiping the Prince in her arms.

Her movements were focused and reverent; it was less a bath and more a sacred Sacrificial Ritual.

Every pass of the towel across the boundary of cold Gold Chain and warm skin sent indescribable shivers through Wendy.

His body trembled slightly.

He couldn’t tell if it was from shame or excitement.

Especially when Astreia’s hands wandered—deliberately or not—over his slender legs, the Prince could no longer suppress a strangled moan from escaping his throat.

And all of it was recorded in perfect detail by the enormous Crystal Mirror.

In the mirror, the youth wrapped in golden threads had an unnatural flush on his face, water glistening at the corners of his eyes, as he leaned helplessly into the embrace of the tall Witch in her forbidden attire.

Letting her clean every inch of his skin, bit by bit.

The scene was dreamy, dizzying, and yet filled with a breathtaking artistic beauty.

Astreia’s breathing grew heavier.

However, just before the heat in the bath could reach boiling point, the Witch suddenly stopped.

Wendy’s earlier rambling theory abruptly surfaced in her mind.

“True Art is restraint.”

“It’s the thrill of dancing on the edge of Forbidden.”

“It inspires endless imagination.”

Yes.

To devour him now would be too wasteful.

Like tasting a peerless wine, you had to sip slowly from the clearest Crystal Cup to savor its richest flavor.

This new, untried game…

It was a thousand times more thrilling than simple indulgence.

Suppressing her roaring instincts, she chose a method that was even more “artistic”—to toy, torment, and savor this rare delicacy…

The experience sent double waves of pleasure and shivers through Astreia’s very soul.

With that thought, the Witch loosened her grip.

The Prince in her arms, chest heaving from lack of air, stared up in confusion and shock.

Under Wendy’s dazed gaze, Astreia slowly stepped out of the bath.

Warm droplets traced the pale lines of her skin, winding down to leave a trail on the marble floor, smooth as a mirror.

She walked to a snow-white Sacred Beast Fur-covered lounge chair at the pool’s edge, then turned and sprawled across it with a languid elegance that would drive any artist mad.

That simple movement stretched the blue ribbons binding her curves to the limit, like a drawn bowstring—every inch filled with breathtaking tension.

Like a ripe peach, its silent sweetness invited tasting.

“Come here.”

The Witch turned her face, mist blurring her features—except for those violet crystal eyes, which shone eerily through the haze.

“The struggle just now made my shoulders sore.”

Her voice was as soft as a feather, tickling at the Prince’s heart.

“Come, massage them for me.”

“Once I’m…comfortable, we can continue our play~”

Wendy stood in the warm pool, staring at the figure on the lounge chair—so alluring it could make any man’s blood boil—his heart pounding like a war drum.

A flawless body was laid out before him, waiting silently for his touch.

Slender limbs wrapped in white sleeves and deep blue stockings seemed even more graceful in her reclining posture.

The area deliberately revealed by her clothes stretched from the elegant curve of her waist to the lifted arc at the top, forming the most mesmerizing line in the world, inviting his gaze.

Gulp.

Wendy’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty.

This woman was playing a completely new kind of game!

She was learning from him! She was toying with him!

Damn it!

Shame and irritation flared in his chest like wildfire, yet the Prince’s body was more honest than his pride, obediently moving forward.

The cold Gold Chain pressed against his damp skin, tinkling softly with each step.

The chain binding him chimed with every movement—a crisp, delicate sound, as if accompanying the Prince’s march into submission.

His gaze swept from the long neck encased in a high collar, down the slim waist accentuated by her pose, finally resting on the slender lines of her legs, tightly bound yet all the more elastic and seductive.

A wild thought exploded in his mind.

What dignity of a man?

What forced shame?

Who cared!

Such a goddess, existing only in his wildest fantasies from his previous life, was now sprawled before him in all her glory!

This kind of blessing! This kind of fortune!

He’d hit the jackpot!

How could there be anything to complain about?!

The Prince’s breath grew scorching.

The shame and struggle in his eyes faded away, replaced by a feverish obsession.

He didn’t reach for Astreia’s shoulders.

Instead, he slowly crouched, hands trembling as he cupped her foot—still beaded with droplets.

The sensation was delicate, warm, with the slight coolness of spring water.

Astreia’s entire body tensed.

She had imagined Wendy would obey, would clumsily try to please her, might even become bolder.

But this—this near-reverent gesture, beginning from the furthest point—

Was not something she had expected.

The next instant.

An indescribable electric current surged from the sole of her foot where his hands held her, shooting up her spine—

And in a flash, it exploded through the Witch’s whole body!