Wendy’s smile froze on his face.
He looked at Astreia’s Purple Flame Demon Eyes, glittering with dangerous light, then at his own body, which he had willingly laid flat to plead for mercy, and suddenly felt like he had lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot.
“What’s wrong? Is my Prince unwilling?”
Astreia’s voice carried a trace of languid amusement. Her icy fingertips slid from Wendy’s collarbone to his heart, and everywhere they passed sparked a fine shiver.
“Weren’t you just swearing up and down that you’d follow any game I chose, to redeem your little Shanna’s sins?”
Wendy’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His thin lips moved, but no sound came out.
‘How is this the same?’
‘One is offering myself up willingly, holding the initiative.’
‘The other is passively enduring it, at another’s mercy.’
‘They’re completely different concepts!’
“It seems you’re not too pleased with this proposal?”
Seeing him frozen, Astreia’s mockery in her eyes did not diminish—it only thickened, like honey that could not be dissolved.
“In that case, let’s add a little stakes.”
She gave a soft snap of her fingers.
A light sound. “Snap.”
In the crisp sound, a ball of pink-purple Magic Aura spiraled and wove around her long legs like a firefly. When the light dissipated, a layer of pantyhose, thin as a cicada’s wing and flowing with dreamlike luster, had materialized out of thin air, densely wrapping her ivory-jade skin. That layer of slender gauze spread from her delicate ankles, over her shapely calves, disappearing deep into the bathrobe, outlining curves that were already breathtaking into something even more mysterious, even more beguiling.
“Hiss!”
Wendy’s breath caught sharply. His gaze was nailed to those legs, his mind instantly ignited, countless gorgeous and blasphemous images surging endlessly—all of them scenes of grasping those peerless jade feet in his palms, savoring them in fine detail.
A scorching torrent surged through his limbs and bones. He could no longer restrain himself. His fingertips trembling, he slowly reached toward those curves that tempted him to commit sin.
“Hmph!”
But just as his fingertips were about to touch that layer of gauze, Astreia raised her foot and pressed her jade foot, clad in pink-purple pantyhose, against the Prince’s chest—not hard, not light.
A clever force transmitted through, and Wendy was pushed backward.
“Nice try.”
Astreia withdrew her silk-stockinged leg, languidly crossing them. Her eyes were full of mockery.
“You disobeyed me just now, and now you want to enjoy yourself? Dream on!”
Wendy’s face was written all over with regret.
‘I should have been more decisive!’
However, before he could think of how to remedy it, Astreia suddenly rose.
A gust of fragrant wind rushed at his face.
She grabbed Wendy’s wrist and pulled hard.
Wendy, caught off guard, pitched forward and was directly pulled down onto Astreia’s body.
Soft bathrobe, warm body, and that intoxicating fragrance—instantly wrapped around him.
Immediately after, Astreia adjusted her position and leaned back, her head resting steadily on Laxana’s lap behind her.
While comfortably enjoying Laxana’s stiff but unstoppable Massage, she grabbed Wendy’s hands and pressed them onto her smooth abdomen.
She gave orders lazily.
“Come here, rub my belly first.”
“Once I’m comfortable, I’ll properly ‘punish’ you.”
The word “punish” was bitten off with particular emphasis.
“I—”
Wendy felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head, the whites of his eyes beginning to redden.
Afraid that if he hesitated even a second, he would miss this hard-won “Blessing,” he immediately placed his hands in the standard position and began slowly circling with his palms.
Soft, warm, carrying a faint fresh fragrance unique to after a bath.
Except, the range of his rubbing, without him realizing it, gradually drifted upward.
“Mmm~”
Astreia let out a comfortable hum, eyes closed, seemingly unconcerned with Wendy’s small movements, fully immersed in the “service” of both people.
As the position shifted, Wendy’s line of sight gradually moved up.
Beneath the wide bathrobe collar, those half-hidden peaks trembled like snow cream, exuding a sweet fragrance, tempting one to pounce and bite down hard.
However, just as Wendy was about to lose himself in this land of tenderness, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Laxana.
Just now, all his attention had been drawn to Astreia’s demonic legs—he hadn’t looked carefully at Laxana’s current appearance at all.
At this moment, because Astreia was resting on her lap, the black fishnet outfit on her body was stretched taut, fully emphasizing a voluptuous silhouette in no way inferior to Astreia’s in an extremely impactful way. Her fair white skin, set against the black grid, appeared even more dazzling. Especially the words written in ink on her face and legs—rather than ruining the beauty, they added an indescribable sense of transgression and humiliation, as if inviting others to come bully her.
An uncontrollable itch rose in Wendy’s heart instantly, and a mad thought bred in his mind.
He yearned…
Yearned to pick up a pen and write words on other more prominent, more interesting places on Laxana’s body.
Once this thought appeared, it could no longer be suppressed.
Almost subconsciously, taking advantage of the interval while “Massage”ing Astreia, he leaned his head forward and buried his face into Laxana’s taut fishnet outfit.
“Ah~!!!”
Laxana, completely defenseless, let out a shameful scream.
The fragrant, soft, honeyed texture instantly filled Wendy’s entire nasal cavity. His hands on Astreia’s body also involuntarily clenched hard.
“Mmph!”
Astreia beneath him also let out a stifled groan.
Before Wendy could recover from this double enjoyment,
two long, powerful legs, through that layer of pink-purple gauze, locked onto Wendy’s waist like lightning, pinning him dead in place.
An unparalleled sense of power instantly pierced through his limbs and bones, straight to his brain!
Wendy’s whole body began to tremble violently.
The stimulation was too much!
His mind went blank, rationality beginning to blur. He obeyed the most primal instinct of his body, his whole body uncontrollably continuing to exert force.
“Ah…”
Laxana, thrown into panic by this sudden attack, was both ashamed and angry, yet her heart softened. She could only follow her true feelings, extending both arms to pull Wendy tightly into her embrace.
For a moment, the entire Room was filled with suppressed panting and trembling bodies.
The temperature climbed at a terrifying speed.
Wendy, squeezed in the middle, feeling the heat from front, back, left, and right, was completely swept up in this absurd storm—one personally directed by Astreia.
But just as his consciousness dimmed, about to sink completely,
“Little Shanna, cry louder. I love hearing it.”
Astreia, far from being angry, let out a pleased low laugh, deliberately provoking Laxana.
“Don’t… don’t do this… Astreia… I was wrong…”
Laxana sobbed softly, her body shaking even harder.
“You know to beg me now? Too late!”
Astreia pressed close to Wendy’s ear, commanding forcefully.
“Wendy, continue. Let her remember well the consequences of Betrayal!”
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