“Daily Task: Masochist Constitution 1/1, 1000 Humiliation Points (completed).”
A sharp “ding-dong” echoed in Su Nian’s mind:
” Humiliation Points increased by 16,437.”
Another chime followed: “Anger Points +16,437.”
Su Nian rolled her eyes, her mind blank for a fleeting moment.
When awareness flooded back, her face, already flushed from the lingering echoes of ecstasy, burned an even deeper crimson.
Her body reveled in absolute pleasure, yet her heart drowned in absolute shame.
The two sensations clashed within her, a storm of conflicting emotions.
She knew it was wrong—unacceptable—but her traitorous body sang with delight under the touch of her sworn enemy, the vile Horned Demon.
When she opened her eyes and saw that wretched Horned Demon smirking at her, his expression dripping with smug satisfaction, she wanted nothing more than to vanish into a hole in the ground.
‘Wuuu…’
She couldn’t go on like this.
Su Nian buried her face in her hands, as if shielding herself from his gaze could erase her humiliation.
But her entire body was under his control, and her gesture was as futile as covering her ears to silence a bell.
A glint of triumph flickered in Chu Tian’s eyes.
The outcome of this encounter had thoroughly satisfied his craving for dominance and conquest.
And yet, he wasn’t done.
He seized the chance to taunt her further.
“It seems Miss Su Nian isn’t as resistant as she pretends to be,” Chu Tian’s voice rumbled, low and teasing, brushing against her ear like a devil’s whisper.
Her lips pressed into a tight line, itching to retort, but words failed her.
She turned her head away, silent, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and the weight of her shame.
“Ding-dong: Humiliation Points increased by 2,973.”
“Ding-dong: Anger Points +2,973.”
To be so humiliated before this despicable Horned Demon…
One day, she vowed, she would claim a resounding victory to wash away this disgrace.
Seeing her silence, Chu Tian pressed on with his mockery.
“Miss Su Nian, you’re truly something else. You’ve even soaked the couch.”
Her face flared with heat, a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over her.
She scrambled for a defense—anything to keep this Horned Demon from thinking she was some overly sensitive, desperate girl.
“It’s because… I’m a water-element mage!” she blurted, grasping at the flimsiest of excuses.
Better to say something than remain mute.
“Oh, is that so?” he drawled.
“Yes!” she snapped, clinging to her denial with fierce determination.
After toying with the flustered girl a little longer, Chu Tian finally released her.
The moment his grip loosened, Su Nian sprang from the couch like a startled cat, hastily smoothing her disheveled clothes and hair.
“Remember,” his voice called after her, laced with unyielding authority, “every night at 9 p.m., you come to me. Don’t even think about running, or you’ll face the consequences.”
Su Nian gave a faint nod, a humiliated murmur escaping her lips.
At least showing up on his schedule was less degrading than him barging into her space.
This way, she could complete her tasks and rack up Humiliation Points quickly.
Perhaps in just two months—or even less—she could ascend to Saint rank.
As she turned to leave the room, his voice stopped her.
“Wait.”
She froze, bracing herself for whatever depraved demand he might make next.
If he dared push her further, she’d fight back, no matter the cost.
She had to hold her line.
“Before you go,” Chu Tian said, a rare hint of hesitation in his tone before he pressed on with brazen confidence, “leave the stockings you’re wearing.”
Su Nian blinked, certain she’d misheard.
But no—this was exactly the kind of perverse thing he’d demand.
This Horned Demon… he was a monster.
A super pervert.
And yet, she was powerless.
Compared to far worse indignities, removing her stockings was a small price to pay.
‘It’s fine,’ she told herself.
‘It’s fine.’
[Equipment]
Stockings: Long Black Silk Stockings (Removed)
“Ding-dong: Humiliation Points increased by 3,734.”
“Ding-dong: Anger Points +3,734.”
Hastily peeling off the stockings, Su Nian fled the room.
She stumbled into her own bedroom, slamming the door behind her and leaning against it, gasping for breath.
Tears welled in her eyes, unbidden, as the weight of her ordeal crashed over her.
She felt pathetic—weak and humiliated.
She could have fought him, could have resisted, but fear of death and worse kept her compliant.
Afraid of provoking him further, she’d walked willingly into his lair, offering herself up to be toyed with, all for the sake of growing stronger through Humiliation Points.
But having chosen this path, she had no choice but to see it through.
“I will become stronger,” she swore to herself.
“I will break free from that wretched Horned Demon’s control.”
Revenge no longer burned in her heart.
All she wanted was freedom—escape from his grasp.
If she could seize even the smallest chance to slip away, she’d take it without hesitation.
Meanwhile, in Chu Tian’s room, the atmosphere was starkly different.
He lounged on the couch, holding the “trophy” Su Nian had left behind.
Bringing the silken prize to his nose, he savored the memory of her flustered, blushing face.
If Su Nian could see him now, she’d scream “Pervert!” at the top of her lungs.
But the worst was yet to come.
Chu Tian’s gaze drifted to a delicate leather collar resting in an ornate box on the table, his eyes gleaming with conquest.
Tomorrow night, he’d make her wear it.
How long, he wondered, until that exquisite girl bent fully to his will, tamed and obedient?
Back in her room, Su Nian steadied her breathing, wiping away her tears.
“Cry, cry, cry,” she muttered, glaring at her reflection in the mirror.
“Why do I keep crying like some fragile girl?”
She forced herself to focus on the silver lining.
Despite the crushing humiliation, she’d achieved her goal.
The daily task was complete, netting her over 10,000 Humiliation Points.
And the shame of being kissed and toyed with by that vile Horned Demon had earned her a staggering 80,000 more.
With the daily task’s points added, her total soared past 90,000.
[Current Humiliation Points: 126,571]
The speed of her progress exceeded her expectations.
A million points felt within reach.
True, repeated humiliations would yield fewer points over time, but the daily tasks were a constant.
In roughly a month, she could reach Saint rank.
Then, she’d defeat that Horned Demon, break free from his control, and reclaim her freedom.
Until then, she’d have to play along, enduring his kisses, his taunts, his torment.