Chaos.
An endless sensation of weightlessness, mixed with suffocating restraint.
Laxana’s consciousness struggled to surface from that thick soup of bliss.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally tore a crack through the haze of post-ecstasy stupor and forced her eyes open.
Her vision was blurry at first, only a dim yellow halo and the shifting figure below.
She tried to move, but found her body completely unresponsive.
Both hands and feet were bound by something tough and slightly cool, stretched backward in an extremely humiliating pose, fixed in midair.
What… is this?
What the hell happened?
Magic flowed sluggishly through her body. She tried to gather power to break free from this strange restraint.
Just then, her vision finally focused.
She saw it.
She saw the astonishing scene unfolding on the large bed below—a bed she knew all too well.
A woman was leaning over Wendy.
And Wendy—her Prince—was lying on the bed, eyes tightly shut, body trembling slightly with the woman’s movements.
Boom!
Laxana’s sanity was incinerated by rage in an instant.
Who is that woman?!
How dare she?!
Kill her!
She must blast that bitch who dares to touch her possession into dust!
Wild magic surged within her at her call, gathering into a destructive torrent about to burst forth.
But in the next second, an even stronger force came from the ropes binding her limbs, instantly scattering her newly gathered magic.
Black magic ropes!
These ropes not only restrained her body, but also sealed her magic flow!
She even found that her mouth was gagged by a similar black rope, completely unable to make a sound.
“Mmm… Mmm!”
Anger and terror intertwined, only squeezing out a few meaningless whimpers from her throat.
The faint gasps from the bed and the movements of the figure below constantly stimulated her fragile nerves.
Hearing the commotion above, the woman wreaking havoc on the bed slowly lifted her face.
That face was somewhat blurry in the dim light, but those green starry eyes were as clear as two burning ghost fires.
It was Astreia!
“Oh oh oh, the rookie’s awake?”
Astreia wore a lazy, mocking smirk on her face, her green starry eyes full of teasing.
Laxana’s eyes instantly went wide, fury almost erupting from them.
It’s her!
It’s her!
The best friend who had just been planning with her moments ago, who had sworn to help Wendy regain his memories—now pressing down on her beloved and doing whatever she wanted!
“Mmm! Mmm mmm!”
The lady let out even more intense whimpers, her bound body struggling wildly, swinging back and forth in midair.
That appearance held no intimidation whatsoever, only a kind of flustered and comical look.
Astreia was amused by her reaction and let out a light laugh.
She reached out a finger and lightly traced it across Wendy’s flushed chest, aroused by passion, her movements full of possessiveness.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
“A super rookie who couldn’t even enjoy it to the end, got swept away by pleasure, and fainted straight from ecstasy?”
Every word turned into a loud slap, viciously striking Laxana’s pride.
“Mmm! Mmm ah!”
You’re lying!
Laxana shook her head frantically, every action accusing the other’s shamelessness.
But Astreia seemed to have lost interest in teasing her, no longer paying attention to the lively “human ornament” hanging in midair.
She lowered her head again, pulled the nearly unconscious Prince with unfocused eyes into her arms, and gently licked his burning cheek in a gesture of claiming sovereignty.
“Since you’re so useless, I’ll have to use my own method.”
Astreia spoke softly, but loud enough for Laxana above to hear clearly.
She breathed softly against Wendy’s dazed eyes.
“Don’t be afraid, Wendy.”
“I’ll make you remember.”
“Remember all those ‘wonderful’ times we had together~”
Saying this, completely ignoring Laxana’s gradually collapsing and despairing reaction, Astreia leaned down and continued the intimacy she had just interrupted.
She did as she pleased right under Laxana’s nose.
This time, her movements were even more unrestrained, even wilder.
“Mmm…”
Laxana’s struggles gradually weakened.
All she could do was watch helplessly.
Watch as Wendy, under the storm-like assault, completely abandoned resistance, his body’s reactions even a hundred times more intense than when he was under her moments ago.
Those suppressed, sobbing moans.
Those slightly parted lips from the unbearable pleasure.
Those eyes gradually losing focus and rolling upward.
And that handsome face, because of utter indulgence, displaying a broken, thrilling expression.
Ahegao.
It was the legendary ahegao!
Why!
Why didn’t it happen when he was under her!
But under this woman Astreia…
A flame mixed with overwhelming jealousy and fierce resentment burned fiercely in Laxana’s heart.
But at the same time, another even more terrifying heat was pouring back into her mind from Wendy’s body below through that damned empathic link!
Every bit of Wendy’s pleasure, every tremor he felt, doubled and slammed into her already sensitive nerves!
“Mmm… Ah…”
Anger, jealousy, shame, despair…
And that damned, uncontrollable pleasure.
Countless complex emotions churned into a boiling porridge in her mind.
Her hatred for Astreia.
Her obsession with Wendy’s thrilling moans.
Her hatred for her own powerless, humiliating posture.
Everything was mixed into that ultimate experience transmitted through the empathic link, enough to shatter a soul.
I can’t…
I’m breaking…
I’m really being broken by this woman…
The moment Wendy’s body arched sharply and let out a high-pitched, distorted cry,
A dazzling white light also burst before Laxana’s eyes.
She felt her body, her soul, completely overwhelmed, torn apart by this dual torrent, then hurled into the clouds.
Consciousness, in the last lingering waves, sank once again into endless darkness.
Just before completely blacking out, she seemed to see—
Astreia lift her head, looking in her direction, revealing a triumphant, satisfied smile—one that only a victor deserved.