If she feigned obedience, lying low beside the Horned Demon Bastard, then every humiliation he inflicted would become a power that could utterly destroy him!
This thought, like the only spark in the darkness, instantly flared into a raging blaze, overtaking Su Nian’s chaotic mind.
‘Yes!’
‘It had to be this way! This was the only way out. Temporary submission, for the sake of ultimate victory!’
Though the physical degradation was hard to accept, she would gain a tremendous boost in strength and, at the same time, be able to completely defeat the Horned Demon Bastard.
As long as in the end she could take revenge, personally trample this bastard underfoot, making him taste a thousandfold of the humiliation and pain she had suffered, then… all the sacrifices now would be necessary steps on the road to vengeance.
Having realized this, Su Nian’s body, which had been trembling violently from fear and the drug’s effects, miraculously regained a faint trace of composure.
Of course, her cheeks still burned like hot iron, and the deep heat and strange sensation ignited by the incense within her body had not lessened in the slightest.
If anything, the sudden collapse of her psychological defenses made these feelings intensify, making her almost want to bite through her silver teeth.
***
Horned Demon Bastard, want to play role-playing, huh?
“Evil Aristocrat,” you say?
So childish and disgusting.
Well then… as you wish.
She would play the “Saintess” this bastard wanted, endure everything he inflicted, and then convert all the Humiliation Value she gained into chips to defeat him.
Su Nian forced herself to regulate her breathing, though it remained hurried and uneven due to the burning sensation.
Her hands were still bound above her head by the Red Headband.
She lifted her eyelids and looked at the man looming over her, his amber eyes swirling with the schemes and hatred in her heart.
‘Filthy Evil Aristocrat, your soul has long been swallowed by darkness; hell is your final destination…’
‘Even if… even if you seize my body, you will never defile my faith. I will never submit to you!’ Su Nian struggled to maintain the “Saintess” persona, trying to mask the uncontrollable tremor.
Though mentally prepared, one thing was clear: if she could avoid this crisis, she would be willing to wait for another opportunity.
If she could act convincingly enough to satisfy the Horned Demon Bastard, then perhaps she wouldn’t truly be subjected to more extreme abuses at the hands of this pervert.
Chu Tian watched her clearly reacting physically, the blush nearly creeping down her neck, yet still stubbornly clinging to her act.
His eyes burned with fascination and possessiveness.
He loved this feeling too much.
The pure, noble exterior, the cold, resolute gaze filled with bitter hatred—yet beneath it all, her body, fired by the incense and his touch, was slowly sinking into an inescapable passion.
Like the finest delicacy, garnished with the top-quality seasoning.
Delicious!
The next moment, Chu Tian moved.
He didn’t rush the next step; instead, as if admiring a work of art, his gaze slowly swept over Su Nian’s current disheveled yet heart-stirring figure.
“What… do you want to do?”
Alarm bells rang wildly in Su Nian’s mind, a dreadful premonition tightening her body.
“What do I want to do?” Chu Tian chuckled lowly, a laugh full of unabashed excitement and satisfaction.
His fingers, burning with scorching heat, slid extremely slowly over her smooth, shyly pink-tinged shoulder—colored by shame and heat.
The sensation was like a faint electric current that instantly raced through Su Nian’s entire body, causing an involuntary shudder.
Her bound wrists twitched in response but only tightened the Red Headband’s grip.
“Of course…,” his fingertips trailed down the elegant curve of her collarbone with malicious teasing, sliding downward slowly.
Finally, they stopped at the edge of her chest where the holy robe rose and fell gently, as if patiently selecting where to begin tearing through this irritating yet enticing “disguise.”
“…to let you, the exalted Holy Lady, truly understand what it means to be… utterly ‘desecrated.'”
Su Nian bit her lower lip hard; a faint metallic taste of rust spread in her mouth.
She forced herself to look away, refusing to meet the Horned Demon Bastard’s eyes, which seemed ready to devour her alive, nor watch the hand wickedly prowling on her chest, sending waves of tingling chills through her.
“Ding dong, Humiliation Value increased by 25,590.”
“Ding dong, absorbed humiliation emotion, Annoyance Value +25,590.”
“Ding dong, Humiliation Value increased by 16,740.”
“Ding dong, absorbed humiliation emotion, Annoyance Value +16,740.”
The System’s cold notification sounds echoed in Su Nian’s mind.
Like a drowning person clutching driftwood, it gave her a twisted sense of comfort.
At least… being humiliated by this Horned Demon Bastard was rapidly making her stronger.
Just like before, every humiliation would become the foundation of her strength.
With enough Humiliation Value, she could purchase stronger skills, more powerful equipment!
As long as she dared, as long as she could endure all this, one day, she would defeat this Horned Demon Bastard.
‘Yes, that’s it!’
Chu Tian’s fingers, cruel and teasing, didn’t rip open the holy robe symbolizing purity directly.
That would be too blunt, lacking the slow, grinding pleasure of crushing the prey’s dignity.
What he enjoyed more was the process of peeling away bit by bit, eroding slowly.
Watching her struggle and sink in this carefully woven net of humiliation.
His fingertips teased maliciously, barely touching, slowly tracing circles.
“Ugh…” From deep in Su Nian’s throat escaped a short, stifled moan she couldn’t suppress.
The sound seemed strangled by something, breaking with a trembling voice.
Her body stiffened suddenly, every muscle tensing at the unexpected touch through fabric.
It was supposed to be a malicious touch from a mortal enemy, filled with loathing and fury.
Yet, under the damned influence of the incense, her body betrayed her will, uncontrollably producing a shameful tingling sensation that made her want to die.
Her blood seemed to rush toward where he touched, sending shivers that made her scalp tingle.
It was over…
She couldn’t even control her own body anymore.
Ugh…
All because of this Horned Demon Bastard!
Su Nian squeezed her eyes shut, silver lashes trembling like butterfly wings in the wind.
Her cheeks burned fiercely; fine sweat moistened the stray hair on her forehead, adding a disheveled allure.
Chu Tian looked on with great interest at her near-breaking, yet fiercely defiant expression, swelling inside with an indescribable satisfaction.
‘This little wildcat was most interesting when baring her claws.’
He bent down; his scorching lips hovered near her equally burning earlobe, his voice a low, devilish temptation.
“Holy Lady, how does it feel…?”
His breath brushed against her sensitive skin, eliciting subtle shivers.
“Is it… quite ‘satisfying’?”
‘Satisfying?’
Su Nian wished she could spit in his face.
She clenched her teeth, lips nearly bitten raw; silence was all the resistance she could muster at this moment.
Yet, to Chu Tian, this silence, combined with her trembling body from enduring so much, was another form of consent and submission.
He could clearly feel the body in his arms, because of the strange incense and his touch, heating up uncontrollably, softening.
‘Good it seemed this stubborn little wildcat’s body was very honest.’
‘Time for the next step.’
He straightened up, his gaze drifting between her bound hands and that exquisitely flushed, beautiful face tinged with molly-colored hues.
“Just this won’t seem enough to express my ‘respect’ for the Holy Lady.” He spoke slowly, as if discussing the weather.
Then, under Su Nian’s sharply contracting pupils, he raised his hand, a small crackling ball of lightning gathering in his palm.
The flickering arcs carried an ominous aura that set Su Nian’s alarm bells ringing.
‘What was he planning? Magic?’
‘No!’
It would hurt badly…
And she knew well her “masochistic constitution” had already led to multiple defeats by the Horned Demon Bastard’s electric magic…
She had even been knocked out by it before.
No!
“Smack!”
A sound not loud but piercing clear echoed in the silent room.
His palm, sparking faint electric arcs, landed with measured force on her perky, round buttocks.
“Ugh…”
The expected pain never came.
Instead, an indescribable strong tingling surged through her, like countless tiny electric currents instantly coursing through every limb and sinew, shooting straight to her brain.
This sensation stunned her.
Something deep inside her body seemed shattered by this strike.
The Guanghui Plastication Technique maintaining her disguise instantly failed.
The gentle glow enveloping her “Saintess” role suddenly collapsed.
Her silver hair, as pure as moonlight, visibly reverted to the radiant, sunlit gold it had been.
The holy, radiant Magic Girl Idol robe vanished in an instant.
Revealing the silky, lace-trimmed pajamas she often wore as a Magic Girl Idol.
The fabric was soft but now outlined astonishing curves.
Before Chu Tian now was no longer the aloof Saintess who required him to deliberately play the “Evil Aristocrat” role for revenge.
Instead, stood the girl he had first met in Flash Town, whose beauty had inexplicably stirred his heart.
He now clearly remembered how dazzling the sunlit maiden’s face had been at their first meeting.
Afterward, Su Nian’s flight and rising fame in Academy City both made him want to control her and feel heartache.
The girl before him was adorable and lively.
Always carrying an energy that was hard to ignore, full of vitality, yet intermittently exuding a charm that fascinated him.
Chu Tian’s breath caught suddenly.
His heart felt as if it had been struck hard by something.
Previously, Su Nian’s “Saintess” act had been novel and intriguing.
That contrast between purity and humiliation created a sense of conquest that intoxicated him, making him savor total control.
But now, looking at the girl restored to her true self, stripped of that deliberately cultivated aloofness and nobility, she appeared more vivid.
More real.
And more… within reach.
The confident, radiant Magic Girl Idol who received thunderous cheers on stage, now bound by her own Magic Headband, her delicate hands raised high, helplessly sprawled on the messy bed.
Her shining golden hair spread across the dark bedding, contrasting sharply with her fair skin.
Her flushed cheeks, misty eyes, and slightly open collar revealed a delicate collarbone and gentle curves.
Every detail was like a carefully crafted work of art, filled with temptation.
All of this, like the fiercest catalyst, instantly ignited the flames already stirring within him from the nourishing Divine Relic and the special incense.
The incense affecting Su Nian also affected Chu Tian.
He clearly felt his breathing grow heavy.
Blood raced through his veins, pounding in his head, bringing dizziness.
A burning heat surged in his lower abdomen, as if ready to set his entire body ablaze.
The previously mischievous, controlling, playful attitude was replaced the moment the girl reverted to her golden-haired form by a more primal, direct, and violent impulse.
Like scattered sparks meeting a violent wind.
A roaring blaze.
No longer… able to endure it.
He wanted her!