Chapter 111: Sweet Torture and the Game of Sacrifice

“Mm…”

The Witch Queen bit down hard on her red lips, barely stopping an indecent sound from escaping her throat.

The Prince moved closer, gently pressing his cheek against the seductive curve wrapped in deep blue stockings.

The fabric, woven from pure magic, possessed a smooth and icy texture that no cloth in this world could rival.

Through that thin layer, Wendy could feel the tense muscles and the astonishing heat beneath.

He explored upward.

His actions were as devout as the most zealous believer worshipping their only miracle.

From the slender ankle that seemed fragile enough to snap with a touch, to the beautifully shaped, powerful calf, and higher—where blue straps bound a lifted curve that sent shivers through the soul.

Every breath, every brush, made the Witch Queen tremble with repressed intensity.

This was torture!

A sweet torture, a thousand times more agonizing than being pierced by sword or blade!

Astreia felt her soul burning, her will crumbling inch by inch.

And seeing that he hadn’t been kicked away, Wendy’s courage only grew.

He could tell that this proud Witch Queen wasn’t enraged by this blasphemous offense.

On the contrary—she seemed to be… enjoying it.

So the Prince no longer settled for this distant worship.

He slowly straightened, his chest covered in golden threads pressing fully and closely against her smooth, resilient back.

“!!!”

Astreia tensed instantly, every muscle turning to stone.

Yet her heart thundered wildly—thump, thump, thump—beating as if it would burst free from her chest.

The Prince let out a satisfied sigh, gently wrapped his arms around the Witch’s slender waist, and buried his face in the fragrant, misty strands of her hair.

He inhaled greedily.

Delicate, resilient, warm, fragrant…

Every sensation was magnified endlessly in that moment.

He was utterly lost.

And Astreia, sprawled on the lounge chair, felt like she was about to lose her mind!

Every breath the Prince exhaled became a searing wind on her neck, eroding her sanity like the deadliest poison.

Astreia instinctively turned her head, her vision blurred, and looked at the massive crystal mirror not far away.

In the mirror, those purple magic eyes that once struck fear into hundreds of thousands of Orcs now shimmered with desire and confusion, clouded by lust.

This appearance…

This posture of being toyed with by her beloved, every inch of her body tense and screaming, yet desperately holding back any shameful sound…

So this… was what it felt like.

Addictive!

Her nails nearly dug into the beast hide cushion beneath her as she savored the forbidden pleasure at the edge of madness.

But then, a scorching breath brushed against her ear.

“Astreia…”

“My god…”

The Prince’s voice was hoarse, trembling, laced with a seductive magic.

“You have already shown your most perfect back to your follower…”

“But a true god hides nothing from their follower, right?”

“Now, please turn over…”

“Let your most devoted follower…”

“Fully worship all of you, will you?”

Boom—

That voice was the final spark igniting the powder keg in Astreia’s mind.

She couldn’t stop herself from imagining lying on her back, face to face with Wendy… with this beautiful Prince.

What would that scene be like?

No! No!

If this continued, she would truly fall apart!

“Enough!”

Astreia let out a low, suppressed roar, unable to endure the mental torment any longer.

She spun around and, with overwhelming dominance, pinned the Prince—who had been fanning the flames—beneath her.

With a crash, the lounge chair trembled under the strain.

For a moment, the two locked eyes.

Droplets of water fell from the Witch’s hair onto the Prince’s face.

Their burning breaths, mingled with steam, washed over each other’s faces without restraint.

Hearts pounding like drums.

“A-Astreia…”

A hint of perfect ‘panic’ flashed in Wendy’s eyes.

“Are you going to…”

He didn’t finish.

Astreia could hold back no longer.

She lowered her head and silenced him with a fierce, burning kiss.

“That’s right!”

The Witch squeezed the Prince’s waist tightly, her voice husky with passion.

“I can’t stand it anymore!”

“You little liar… you play too well. And you’re too tempting!”

Yet just as Astreia was about to devour her prize, Wendy, pinned beneath her, suddenly began to laugh softly.

He panted, allowing the Witch’s kisses to fall on his neck, and spoke intermittently:

“Lord God… just now, did you enjoy that feeling of desperate restraint, of desperately holding back?”

Astreia’s movements froze.

“Yes. You liked it, didn’t you?”

The Prince’s voice oozed temptation.

“That sensation is far more exquisite than simple release, isn’t it?”

“How about we play an even more thrilling game?”

The Witch finally raised her head, violet eyes locked onto the Prince.

There was both shame—at being seen through—and irresistible curiosity.

Anticipation shone in Wendy’s eyes.

“A… Sacrifice Game.”

“The sacrifice lies here, motionless.”

“No matter how the ‘god’ torments or plays, they cannot move, cannot make a sound.”

“If they move or make a noise, they lose.”

“And the lost ‘sacrifice’ becomes the god in the next round.”

He stared into Astreia’s eyes, speaking each word clearly:

“So? Lord God, do you dare play this game of will with me?”

Astreia’s pupils dilated.

The intense pleasure still flowed through her, overwhelming.

She wanted to experience it again.

But the fire of desire raging in her heart only grew stronger.

Conflicting feelings tore at her—struggle, anticipation.

But in the end, the pride of both a woman and a strong one triumphed.

After all, the opponent was just a fragile man—how could his strength, endurance, or willpower compare to hers?

This game—

I will win for sure!

When the time comes, I’ll make him beg for mercy in tears!

“Fine! I’ll play with you!”

The Witch Queen straightened proudly, licked her lips, and growled in a low voice.

“In that case…”

“You play the sacrifice first!”

Seeing the other’s almost cruel seriousness, Wendy shivered uncontrollably.

Not out of fear.

But out of… unparalleled excitement!

The long-awaited scene was finally beginning.

“Huff…”

He took a deep breath, placed his hands on either side of his waist, pressed his knees together, and deliberately relaxed his entire body, letting the strength drain away bit by bit.

Like a pitiful human in an alien world, awaiting the facehugger’s embrace.

After all this, the Prince’s face twisted into a mad, expectant grin, eyes burning with fanatic light.

“Now, please enjoy the sacrifice…”

“My…”

“Lord God~”