Zzzzzt—!
The Prince convulsed violently, eyes rolling back, completely lost in ecstasy.
His entire body slumped on the lounge chair, as limp as a puddle of mud.
Astreia stopped all movement, looking at the nearly broken Wendy sprawled on the chair, her eyes full of disdain.
This is it?
And you had the nerve to declare you wanted to play some Game of Willpower with me.
In the end, you couldn’t even last a single round.
What a fragile little thing.
“Hey, wake up.”
Astreia casually injected a trace of pure Magic, replenishing the Prince’s depleted stamina, then reached out and somewhat roughly tore off the Black Blindfold covering his eyes.
“Pat, pat.”
The Witch Queen mercilessly patted Wendy’s face, which looked even more alluring and vulnerable in his daze.
“Ugh……”
Wendy’s vision was still a dazzling blur, his ears buzzing incessantly.
It took quite a while before his unfocused pupils finally refocused.
He stared at the breathtakingly beautiful face in front of him, filled with displeasure and ‘what a mood killer.’
His mind was still blank.
Just now, what happened?
It felt like being electrocuted.
Right! The Empathic Link!
Wendy’s mind cleared with a bang!
Damn! It must have been that madwoman Laxana on the other side, unable to bear the humiliation, lashed out in anger, and hit him with something fierce!
“You finally awake?”
Astreia grabbed Wendy and yanked him up from the lounge chair, then reclined onto it herself, letting the striking curves outlined by her “anti-temptress” outfit stretch out in the mist.
The Witch licked her red lips, eyes eager and hungry.
“My Prince, you lost~”
“Now, it’s my turn to be the Sacrifice, and you become the Gods!”
Wendy’s legs were still trembling uncontrollably.
He gripped the cold edge of the lounge chair, barely managing not to collapse.
A dire problem appeared before him.
If this Game continued… who knew if Laxana would strike him again, even harder.
Just that last one had almost sent his soul flying.
But if he didn’t continue……
Wendy secretly glanced at the Witch Queen beneath him, who was already completely in the mood, her entire being radiating ‘I want more.’
He had no doubt that if he refused, she would use a more brutal, more direct method to subdue him on the spot.
What should he do?
Forward is hell, backward is also “hell”.
The Prince’s gaze involuntarily fell on the body lying on the lounge chair.
Astreia lay there, her long legs wrapped in deep blue stockings, sensually crossed.
That area pinched tight by the straps, the curve reminiscent of a ripe peach, was right before his eyes.
That perfect outline, that taut line, that flat stomach gently rising and falling with each breath…
He wanted so badly to bury his face there and rub it…
Gulp.
Wendy swallowed hard.
A thought began to sprout in his heart.
Laxana… probably doesn’t have Astreia’s kind of Magic recovery ability.
She’s most likely already passed out.
Yes, it must be so!
A pampered Lady like her definitely has weak stamina.
She’s surely lying unconscious on her bed right now.
As long as he moved quickly and finished the Game before she woke up, he wouldn’t get electrocuted again, right?
But… but what if…
A fierce internal struggle raged inside Wendy.
Reason was desperately warning him not to tempt fate.
But the last vestiges of his moral bottom line and guilt toward his rival Lady were being rapidly devoured by a more primal, twisted desire.
He tried to convince himself, yet his trembling hand had already extended, sinfully landing on that smooth, flat, and slightly cool abdomen.
“Mm….”
Astreia’s entire body instantly tensed.
This was the feeling!
The ecstasy of desperately suppressing the surging desire within, forcing herself to endure, entrusting everything to another, teetering on the edge of losing control!
Wendy did not betray her expectations.
He bent down, pressed tightly against that warm, slippery skin, like a king surveying his domain—or a heretic desecrating a deity.
He used his nose, his lips, slowly rubbing, savoring the taut lines, listening to the increasingly rapid heartbeat.
Then, he opened his mouth, licking gently, using the tip of his teeth to carve mark after mark onto that smooth canvas.
“Ah…!”
Astreia’s entire body broke out in goosebumps.
Her legs curled from the intense stimulation, her whole body trembling.
This little thing… really knows how to torment someone!
But the pride of a Witch Queen, the rules of the Sacrifice Game, made her bite her lip hard and remain perfectly still.
However, Wendy’s “blasphemous” journey was far from over.
His cheek slowly slid upward, following the line of her waist, finally burying itself in the softest, most elastic depths.
Boom—!
Astreia’s Witch instincts completely overpowered the ‘Game’ rules at that moment!
She could no longer endure this sweet torture!
“Little brat!”
The Witch growled.
Her long legs, restrained by reason, suddenly lifted and clamped onto Wendy’s waist like iron pincers, locking him in place!
At the same time, she reached out, pressing both hands on the back of Wendy’s head, forcefully and without resistance, pushing the Prince’s face deeper, harder, downward!
The Witch Queen was determined to properly punish this “blasphemous” little thing, to let him suffocate in humiliation!
***
Klein Manor.
“Cough… cough!”
The violent suffocation jolted Laxana awake from her unconsciousness.
She gasped for breath, only to realize her face was pressed tightly against something incredibly delicate, warm, soft, and faintly fragrant.
Then, a scorching body enveloped her from all sides, holding tighter and tighter, almost crushing her bones.
“Cough… this sensation—Astreia.”
Laxana instantly understood what was happening.
Yet the skin sensation transmitted through the Empathic Link, tingly and numbing, neither fully here nor there, left her unable to explode in any way—only to endure endless torment.
Just thinking about her childhood friend, the man she could never have, playing such an intimate ‘Game’ in the Royal Palace…
While she herself could only be a pathetic voyeur, forced to “share” everything!
Humiliation!
Anger!
Jealousy!
All sorts of emotions erupted like a volcano!
“Ahhhhh—-!”
Miss Klein clutched her pillow, screaming in despair and helpless rage.
“You pair of shameless lovers… enough already!!!”
***
No one knew how much time had passed.
Twilight had already arrived.
In the Royal Palace hall, the young Queen Yekaterina and Prime Minister Allison Visseran stared at each other in awkward silence.
When Astreia and Wendy left, they hadn’t said how long they’d be gone. Out of courtesy, the two could only wait.
In the end, it was Queen Yekaterina who couldn’t stand it any longer, breaking the painfully awkward silence.
“I’m going to check on what Sister and Prince Wendy are doing.”
“It’s so late already…”
“This is truly too discourteous!”