The night was deep.
Wendy woke up with a dry throat and a dizzy head, his ears ringing and his vision full of static.
“I… what’s this…”
He supported his forehead. The chaotic images from the past few days were like a knocked-over paint palette, flashing wildly in his mind.
“Xi Ya… Astrea… Laxana… what is all this?”
The Prince slowly sat up amid a subtle sense of restraint and soreness in his waist and kidneys, only to find a pair of jade-white arms tightly wrapped around his neck, and a pair of round, slender legs pressing down on him, making it impossible to move. The touch was warm and delicate, with astonishing elasticity.
He stiffly lowered his head.
Taking a closer look, it turned out that Astrea was lying completely naked on top of him, sleeping soundly.
Wendy’s brain crashed for three seconds.
Especially feeling the soft northern hemisphere pressing against his chest, the heavy, exquisite pressure—even though he had just finished his “duty,” it still made his face flush red and his energy surge instantly.
“My Prince, you… are you awake?”
Astrea, roused by Wendy’s movement, slowly opened her emerald star-like eyes. Seeing the flame in Wendy’s gaze and the clarity in them, she immediately understood that he had returned to normal.
Due to extreme dehydration, the Prince’s voice was low and hoarse.
“Mm…”
Yet it carried a fatal allure.
Hearing this, the Princess Royal smirked wickedly, and that smile carried a lazy contentment from being well-fed.
“Astrea, I’m sorry… I snapped at you this morning.”
“It’s fine, I’ve already punished you anyway, so we’re even~”
As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed her smooth leg gently against Wendy, her breath like orchid, tempting him.
“It’s still early, want to get a little more intimate? I’ve learned some really exciting new positions recently, guaranteed to make you cry from pleasure~”
“Hiss!”
Wendy shivered from the flirtatious, seductive pose, and his heart pounded.
Who could resist that!
But the lingering “sage time” in his mind forced him to maintain his composure.
After thinking for a moment, he shook his head slightly.
“Not now. Don’t you think this incident feels familiar? That ‘Xi Ya’ is probably an old acquaintance…”
“Oh?”
Astrea propped her cheek on one hand, lying sideways on the bed, her graceful curves fully revealed under the dim light.
She stared at Wendy with interest.
“Now that you mention it, I do feel a bit familiar…”
After pondering for a moment, the Princess suddenly narrowed her eyes, a glint of danger flashing within them.
“It’s that female priest from Sunset Fortress!”
“Exactly! They have the same style!”
Wendy nodded heavily, his expression gradually turning serious.
But inside, he was furiously complaining.
Why does this Succubus Queen keep clinging to me?
She neither assassinates me nor kidnaps me, but instead always stirs up conflicts among the women around me…
What does she want?
Wendy’s mind raced, and a terrifying guess took shape in his thoughts.
Could she be trying to make Astrea fall completely into becoming a Witch again because of his “betrayal,” and then use that to destroy the Central Academy from within?
Then use a borrowed knife to kill and eliminate the Academy?
Holy crap!
Come to think of it, it’s actually possible!
If Astrea had truly fallen and become a Witch tonight and directly detonated from the inside, the various defense arrays arranged by the Academy would probably be severely weakened.
Those priests skilled in sealing techniques would probably have ascended straight to heaven in their sleep during the night.
Even if the entire Central Academy wasn’t completely destroyed, it would be heavily crippled…
No wonder she’s the future Chief Strategist of the Witch Empire…
This scheme is extremely poisonous!
The more Wendy thought about it, the more alarmed he became. He quickly shared some of the deductions he could safely say with Astrea.
Astrea listened quietly, the lazy smile on her face gradually fading, replaced by a cold seriousness.
By the time Wendy finished, the Princess’s hand was clenched so tightly it made a cracking sound.
“Damned Demon Race, they dare to toy with me twice!”
Violent magic surged around her, making the air feel scorching.
Seeing this, Wendy quickly reached out to hug Astrea, gently patting her back to soothe her.
“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Now that we’ve seen through her scheme, we have the initiative.”
“The urgent matter is to report these issues to the Dean and the others. This level of conspiracy is beyond what the two of us can handle alone.”
Astrea leaned into his arms, her chest heaving heavily a few times before she forcibly suppressed that surge of wrath.
She nodded, but then hesitated as she looked at the deep moonlight outside the window.
“It’s so late now, would it be okay to disturb the Dean and the others?”
“If I were woken up at this hour, I’d probably have a huge temper.”
Wendy also felt that since they had already seen through “Xi Ya’s” true identity and she had already withdrawn, there was no need to rush.
After all, tomorrow morning, Laxana still had to report to her mother about her progress in “guiding” him.
They could bring up everything then.
Thinking of Laxana, Wendy suddenly felt a strange, restrained sensation again.
He looked down and saw no ropes or anything on himself, which felt odd.
This feeling…
It seemed to be coming from Laxana’s side?
Wendy suddenly recalled that the first one to come get intimate with him tonight was Laxana.
The way she played “Xi Ya” was inexperienced but… really something.
Then he seemed to have passed out, and when he woke up, it was like this.
So where was Laxana now?
“By the way, where is Laxana now…”
Just as Wendy was about to ask Astrea, a drop of cool liquid dripped from above.
“Plop.”
It landed right on the corner of his lips.
Salty.
Was it tears?
Wendy unconsciously licked it with the tip of his tongue, then slowly looked up…
Under the dim light of the magical lamp, a snow-white figure was tied up by several shadow-formed ropes, hanging from the ceiling in a humiliating pose, her limbs bound.
He saw her.
Golden hair hung down messily, covering most of her face. Her body swayed slightly from complete exhaustion.
Clear liquid was pooling along her smooth chin, drop by drop, then falling.
It was Laxana.
For a moment, Wendy’s mind went blank.
The scene before him was too surreal; he even suspected he was still inside that Demon Race’s illusion.
“Astrea… what… what is this?”
He turned to look at the lazy Princess beside him.
Astrea glanced upward following his gaze, then let out a dismissive snort.
“Oh, that fake.”
“What else could it be? Punishment.”
“Even if she tricked me, you don’t have to… do this, do you?”
“Punishment?”
Wendy felt his brain struggling to keep up.
“Don’t have to do this?”
Astrea said it as if she had heard a joke.
She propped herself up, leaning closer to Wendy, her emerald eyes flashing dangerously.
“Wendy, do you even understand the situation?”
“She didn’t just trick you.”
The Princess Royal reached out and poked Wendy’s chest.
“She tricked me, tricked her mother, tricked Dean Aurelia, tricked the entire Central Academy!”
“To monopolize you, she told a huge lie, even using the mess left by the Demon Race.”
“Do you really think just hanging her up to cool off is too harsh a punishment?”
She spoke with righteous indignation.
But Wendy still felt something was off.
He looked up at the motionless figure above.
The image of the clumsy, passionate young lady and the gentle, charming “Nana” under the magic curse overlapped in his mind.
Neither of them deserved to be in such a miserable state right now.
“Let her down first.”
Wendy pushed Astrea’s hand away.
“You!”
“I won’t.”
Astrea’s attitude was firm.
She crossed her arms, her posture even more relaxed.
“My Prince, are you feeling sorry for her?”
“Have you forgotten how she deceived you? Forgot how she enjoyed the tenderness that wasn’t hers, playing you like a puppet in her hands?”
“I…”
Wendy was speechless.
Because what Astrea said was true.
Laxana had deceived him, and he had indeed sunk into that false tenderness.
“But… but she also…”
“But what?”
Astrea interrupted him, a hint of malicious amusement in her voice.
“Wendy, do you know what the funniest part is?”
She leaned close to his ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear.
“How much pleasure you felt under me just now, she felt double that~”