The so-called “Sacrificial Golden Garment” flowed in Astreia’s hand like molten gold, radiating a blinding and corrupted light.
Prince Wendy’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty.
He couldn’t stop himself from imagining what he would look like wearing that thing…
No!
No way!
Absolutely not! This is even more humiliating than being stripped naked and paraded through the streets!
His remaining male pride and rationality made his mind race, desperately trying to find any excuse to delay.
“Wait! Astreia, listen to me, this thing… this thing is obviously a cheap counterfeit! Look at these gold threads, they’ll scratch your skin! And these gems, the craftsmanship is so rough, the edges aren’t even rounded, it’s uncomfortable!”
“We’re noble royalty, how can we use such marketplace junk? It would lower our dignity! Next time, I’ll personally draw you a design, I promise…”
However, the Witch Queen, whose reason was nearly consumed by desire, clearly had no interest in hearing the Prince’s product quality analysis.
In those burning violet eyes, a nearly tangible possessiveness surged.
“Shut up.”
Astreia spoke just two words.
She held the golden garment in one hand, and with the other, lightning-fast, she slammed the still-babbling Prince against the wall with a “bang.”
Then, her long left leg, wrapped in military trousers, thrust between the Prince’s knees, locking him in place and cutting off all routes of escape.
Wall slam.
And leg trap.
His back pressed against the cold wall, and in front, the Witch’s hot breath and overwhelming curves closed in.
A tremendous sense of shame and powerlessness instantly crushed all of Wendy’s clever words.
Once again, he clearly realized that before absolute power, any wit or eloquence was utterly powerless.
“Astreia! You… at least, at least take off your armor first! Wearing that, how are we supposed to… to do anything!”
The Prince struggled desperately, flailing arms and legs like a little white rabbit caught by a hunter.
That’s right—from the moment they entered the secret passage last night, to be prepared for any sudden battle, Astreia had always worn that heavy plate armor.
“Remove the armor?”
The Witch Queen actually giggled at his words.
That smile was both bewitching and pure, with a hint of innocent cruelty.
“Alright.”
Black Magic surged from her body like a tide, covering her from head to toe.
A series of faint “clicks” echoed, and the sturdy, silvery enchanted armor seemed to disassemble itself under an invisible force, pieces floating silently in the air before gently falling to the ground, without a single clang.
Ultimate strength, displayed through ultimate control.
Stripped of the hard “obstacle,” the Witch Queen wore only a close-fitting white undergarment, her long-suppressed and seductive curves finally exposed to the air.
Astreia slowly lowered her head, bringing her lips to Wendy’s ear, her scorching breath nearly melting his earlobe.
“The battle is over, and the armor is off.”
“My dear Prince, now… what excuse do you have left?”
The Witch Queen used her free hand to lift the Prince’s chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.
“Beloved, don’t make me do it myself.”
“What I want to see is you putting it on voluntarily. Understand?”
A faint, intoxicating scent filled the air.
Wendy stared at the Witch’s increasingly beautiful and mature face, and at the overwhelming northern hemisphere nearly pressing into his own, his heart pounding wildly.
In that moment, an insanely depraved thought burst from his mind without warning.
He even wanted to bite down.
Just to pretend to resist fiercely and see how Astreia would react.
Would she grab his throat and force him into intimacy right here against the wall?
Or, as she once admitted, would she really sever his limbs, turning him into a doll to be played with at her whim?
Well… magic can heal injuries, after all.
Maybe… it’s not impossible?
Wendy was startled by his own thoughts.
But in the end, he managed to suppress those terrifying urges, averting his gaze with difficulty and whispering a few words.
“…I understand.”
Seeing the Prince finally surrender, the Witch Queen stepped back a few paces in satisfaction, folding her arms as she stood to the side, her gaze unashamedly invasive.
Wendy knew that from now on, everything would be laid bare before her.
His cheeks burned so hot he felt they might burst into flames.
Though overwhelmed with shame, for some reason, a twisted sense of enjoyment at being watched began to rise within him, and he quickly stripped off all his clothes.
As the silk robe slid from his body, he instinctively wanted to turn away, to hide himself.
“No hiding!”
Astreia’s cold and mocking command rang out.
Wendy shuddered.
A strange electric current, mixed with humiliation and excitement, raced through him.
He simply gave up and turned to face the Witch Queen, standing upright, forcing himself to meet her gaze that seemed hot enough to melt him.
At some point, a smile both excited and distorted by embarrassment appeared on the Prince’s face.
Seeing this bizarre and seductive expression, the Witch Queen couldn’t help but be entranced.
The cold metal touched the Prince’s skin at last.
Wendy slowly closed his eyes and began to put on the “garment of shame” bit by bit.
Slender golden chains brushed his skin, sending shivers through him.
Tiny gems pressed into his flesh, sparking a maddening, ticklish itch.
The whole process, for Wendy, was like a drawn-out public execution.
He bit his lip hard, his handsome face flushed red, tears welling at the corners of his eyes as if he might faint from humiliation at any moment.
But the instigator of it all couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped forward to help.
She carefully adjusted each golden chain to the perfect position, arranging every gem to best highlight his body lines.
Her movements were gentle and focused, as if she were not clothing a lover, but perfecting a one-of-a-kind, priceless treasure.
When the last golden chain was fastened behind Wendy’s neck, Astreia finally stepped back half a pace, her gaze nearly devouring him as she admired her masterpiece.
The Sacrificial Golden Garment covered only a few places, leaving wide swaths of snowy skin exposed, the dazzling gold creating a shocking contrast. His slender waist and long, lean legs, outlined by the openwork golden chains, appeared even more fragile and enticing.
Especially when Wendy trembled with shame, the tiny gems dangling from his ankle chains swayed and reflected a broken, decadent light.
“So beautiful… more than I ever imagined.”
The Witch Queen gazed at this work of art, sighing in satisfaction.
Then she swept the teary-eyed, trembling Prince into her arms and carried him toward the royal bathhouse within the palace.
“My little darling…”
Astreia’s voice trembled with barely contained excitement.
“Now… we can finally do something proper~”
But at that moment, the beautiful youth hiding his face against her chest suddenly spoke in a soft, sly voice.
“A-Astreia, since I fulfilled your request…”
“Then, by the principle of equality, shouldn’t you also…”
“Fulfill one of my needs?”