“Ha…hahaha…”
Astreia couldn’t help but laugh at Wendy’s appearance, as if offering himself up for the taking.
Rather than calling it confidence, it was more like the fearlessness of the ignorant.
But since this little creature full of mischief enjoyed challenging the limits so much, wouldn’t it be too boring not to indulge him?
“So, as you wish, my dear sacrifice.”
“The game officially begins.”
However, the Witch Queen did not immediately savor this delicacy delivered right to her door.
She lazily snapped her fingers, and violet-black magic condensed out of thin air, rapidly stretching and transforming until it became a smooth black ribbon.
Before the prince could react, the ribbon, like a living serpent, swiftly coiled around his eyes and tied a tight, unbreakable knot behind his head.
“Mm!”
The moment his sight was stolen, Wendy felt as though he’d been thrown into a furnace of magnified senses.
The humid steam in the air, the softness of the carpet, the distant echo of falling water, and—most of all—Astreia’s overwhelmingly predatory aura.
A huge and unknown fear, mixed with a twisted sense of anticipation, slowly rose from deep within his heart.
He didn’t know what Astreia would do next.
This uncertainty only made his heart pound uncontrollably.
And in the sight Wendy could no longer see, Astreia’s lips curved into a wickedly amused smile.
More magic seeped out, swirling in the air and twisting into dozens of slender, semi-transparent dark purple tendrils.
A nest of serpents.
They floated silently above Wendy’s body, like venomous snakes studying their prey before striking.
Then, under the witch’s will, the tendrils slowly descended, cautiously brushing against the prince’s skin at the edges of his body.
From his neck, to his earlobes, to his waist and along his legs…
The tips of the tendrils were cold and jelly-like, creeping up and roaming over his skin at an agonizingly slow pace.
At first, Wendy could hold his ‘sacrifice’ pose, jaws clenched, muscles tensed, using sheer willpower to stay motionless.
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
The movements of the magical tendrils grew more and more tormenting, as if they had minds of their own, seeking out every sensitive spot on the prince’s body and drawing circles with their cold, slippery tips—gently, repeatedly, relentlessly.
It was a thousand times more torturous than direct touch.
It felt like countless ants were throwing a wild party on his skin.
Tingling and itching sensations surged from every spot they touched, racing madly through his entire body.
“Ugh!!!”
***
“Ugh!!!”
Meanwhile, several miles away, Laxana, who had just rushed back to Klein Manor at top speed, shuddered violently before even stepping onto the second-floor stairs.
Her legs gave out, and she tumbled down the stairs in a clumsy heap.
“Young Lady! Are you all right?! Someone, quick, call the doctor and the priest!”
A group of Klein Family servants instantly surrounded her, all of them panicked.
“Get out—get out of my way!”
Laxana’s cheeks burned red, her voice trembling with shame.
She couldn’t even look up at anyone’s face, scrambling up from the floor on hands and knees.
She didn’t care about her rumpled mage’s robe or crooked hat, half-crawling and half-limping as she fled into her own bedroom.
“Bang!”
The door slammed behind her, leaving a crowd of bewildered servants staring at each other.
“Did the young lady get possessed or something?”
“Shh! Don’t say that! If she hears, she’ll turn you into a Magic Servant Target!”
Inside the room, Laxana collapsed onto her soft Princess Bed, burying her burning face deep in the velvet pillow, her body still trembling uncontrollably.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Wendy! Astreia!
What in the world are you two doing in the Royal Palace?!
Why…why does it feel like so many ants are crawling all over me?!
This feeling…it’s just too…
Too much!
Laxana thrashed on the bed, desperately trying to shake off the bizarre itch that clung to her like a shadow, but it was all useless.
The sensations transmitted through the Empathic Link only grew clearer and more vivid as time passed.
She could even ‘feel’ those cold tendrils slipping past her waist, moving toward her chest and neck…
“No more…I can’t take it…”
Finally, all of Lady Klein’s pride and reason crumbled under the endless torture.
She no longer cared about noble etiquette or the dignity of a Master Mage.
Eyes brimming with tears, shame flooding through her, she slowly reached out toward herself…
***
Meanwhile, in the Royal Palace bath, Wendy’s ordeal became even worse.
He’d been desperately enduring Astreia’s increasingly cruel teasing, his body stretched to its limits, teetering on the edge of losing the game.
But at that moment, a new, fiercer current exploded inside him without warning!
“!!!”
Wendy’s entire body convulsed, arching uncontrollably until he nearly formed a taut bow!
But with the self-control of two lifetimes, he forced himself to suppress the urge and return to the proper ‘sacrifice’ pose before losing all control.
Crap!
In his mind, the image of ‘Miss Love Rival’s’ prideful, furious face flashed by.
Only then did he remember—the cursed Empathic Link with the Klein Family’s young lady was still active!
He was being played by Astreia as a sacrifice on one side, while Laxana was providing ‘remote support’ on the other?!
Did that mean he had to endure attacks from both directions at once?
This isn’t fair!
By the lounge chair, Astreia watched the prince’s flushed skin with interest, thinly veiled by strained endurance.
“Oh?”
So close.
Just a little more, and this stubborn little thing would have lost.
He actually managed to force himself back.
Impressive willpower.
But the game has only just begun.
Astreia’s lips curled into a cruel smile.
She decided to increase the intensity.
Since these little games aren’t enough to make you submit, let’s try something more direct and forceful!
She dispelled the teasing magic tendrils, leaned down, and grabbed his ankles with both hands.
Wendy’s heart lurched in dread.
What is she going to do?
The next instant, overwhelming strength seized him.
The Witch Queen simply grabbed both his feet and lifted them high into the air!
This position…
Wendy’s mind exploded with a boom!
He was bound by invisible rules, unable to move, like a sacrifice nailed to a cross—forced to lie helpless, humiliated, awaiting judgment.
***
At the same time.
In the Ke Cain estate, Laxana, who had just survived the first wave and lay gasping on her pillow, suddenly went rigid.
Then came a string of unintelligible, suppressed screams.
“Yaa—uh…mm!!!”
A foreign will and unfamiliar current tore through her body, making her lose control completely.
Her slender legs kicked wildly, tangling the expensive silk sheets into a chaotic mess.
Her entire face pressed deep into the pillow, her mind nearly torn apart by pain and indescribable trembling.
She didn’t know how long it lasted before the storm finally faded.
Laxana felt as if she’d crawled from the depths of the ocean, drenched in cold sweat, golden hair plastered messily to her face and neck, her whole being radiating a broken, defeated aura.
She panted raggedly, her unfocused eyes taking ages to regain clarity.
Then, a wave of shame and rage, impossible to describe, erupted like molten lava from beneath her reason.
“Good…good…good…”
Laxana gritted her teeth, each word squeezed through her clenched jaw.
She slowly sat up, extending her right index finger, where flickering arcs of lightning sparked dangerously.
“You like playing so much, huh?!”
“You like bullying people, huh?!”
“Today, I’ll show you two dogs what it means to go down together!”
In the next second, the tightly condensed lightning exploded against her own body!
Zzzztーー!
“Ahhh!!!”
“Ahhhh!!!”
Within the glorious Royal Palace.
Inside the resplendent Klein Manor.
Two equally shrill, twisted, and agonized screams—filled with pain and trembling—pierced through space.
At that moment, they overlapped perfectly as one…
Lmao Laxanna done zapped them