Chapter 176: Astreia: Valoran, Return.

Unexpectedly, the teardrops hung precariously on her eyelashes but never rolled down.

The last trace of her clarity was scorched away by Wendy’s burning gaze.

As her reason gradually evaporated, all that remained in Astreia’s eyes was a distorted excitement and a morbid fanaticism.

“Heh…”

A faint laugh escaped her lips, and for some reason, the Prince’s heart tightened.

At that moment, the Witch finally lifted the hem of her school uniform skirt slightly.

The high-quality wool fabric, with its cool and slightly coarse texture, slowly met his burning fingertips.

The movement was very slow; every minute shift felt like a holy yet fallen Sacrifice.

She wasn’t just taking off a piece of clothing; she was personally stripping away the last layer of her dignity as both a Witch and a Princess.

She was completely releasing the Desire hidden in the deepest part of her soul, a desire that even she feared.

As the skirt was lifted inch by inch, the area covered by her black stockings was gradually exposed to the air.

First, her rounded knees.

Higher up, the flexible curves were full of power and an astonishing elasticity.

The air in the room instantly froze.

The Prince involuntarily held his breath, his gaze fixed firmly on the slowly rising skirt as his Adam’s apple rolled up and down.

The eerie purple vortex in Astreia’s eyes emerged again, spinning more rapidly than ever before.

She was no longer a prey forced into submission, but a sacrifice that had become willing, even actively catering to him in her distortion!

When the short skirt—a symbol of the Academy’s Regulation and ascetic beauty—finally slid down, Astreia changed completely.

The confusion and panic in her eyes vanished, replaced by intoxication and obsession.

Like a child who had discovered a new continent, she scrutinized herself and Wendy before her with a curious gaze.

‘So this is what it feels like to be dominated.’

‘So offering everything voluntarily could bring such surging pleasure.’

“Do you…”

She opened her mouth, but what came out was no longer a sound of resistance or shame, but a nasally, longing whisper,

“…Want more?”

Without waiting for Wendy’s answer, the Witch actively leaned forward, her breathtaking curves gently brushing against the Prince’s chest.

Hiss!

An explosion went off in Wendy’s head.

He no longer hesitated or tested the waters.

Like an enraged beast, he tackled the Witch onto the sofa, sinking into the softness.

Outside the window, the sky had darkened without notice.

Only a few stubborn rays of moonlight pierced through the clouds and the glass window, casting mottled shadows in the room.

An ivory-white shirt, a dark green tie, and a dark brown vest.

Along with the black stockings and exquisite lace lingerie that wrapped around her alluring curves.

Each obstacle was roughly stripped away, scattered haphazardly on the surrounding carpet.

Two equally young, equally burning silhouettes were hot and inseparable in the dim light.

There were no words and no methods; only the most primitive instinct was leading everything!

It was biting!

It was plundering!

It was venting!

Wendy left marks of varying depths on her smooth skin, from her slender neck to her delicate collarbone, and then to those dazzling breasts.

Astreia’s response was even more direct and wild.

Her nails sank deep into Wendy’s back, carving red marks that brought waves of stinging pain.

However, the pain didn’t calm Wendy.

Instead, it acted like a catalyst, stimulating a deeper level of ferocity.

This was a War without rules.

Both sides exerted all their strength to thoroughly knead the other into their own flesh and blood, possessing every inch of skin and every trace of breath.

When Wendy finally found the warmth he had long craved, Astreia’s waist suddenly arched, like a full moon bow drawn to its limit.

“Ooh — !”

In the next instant, every muscle in the Princess’s body tensed to the limit, only to completely relax a moment later.

She went limp like a puddle of mud, collapsing on the sofa.

Only her chest was still heaving violently as she gasped for air.

The vortex in those eerie purple eyes stopped abruptly, receding rapidly like a tide.

A clear, slightly dazed emerald green reoccupied Astreia’s eyes.

The Witch personality faded.

Astreia Valoran returned.

She blinked, and her vision gradually cleared from the blur.

The first thing she saw was the ceiling chandelier.

Then, it was the Prince pressing down on her, also breathing heavily.

And… the intimate posture they were currently in.

The chaotic memories of these past few days instantly crashed into her mind.

From the initial infidelity in the Royal Palace, to the later verbal teasing and arguments, to being subjected to his “Purification Ritual,” and finally, the madness of her active sacrifice…

Scenes that were shameful to the extreme played in a loop in her head.

Astreia’s face flushed red from her neck to her ears in an instant, only to be replaced by endless shame and fury.

“Wendy — !”

The Prince, who was lying on Astreia and savoring the afterglow, was startled by the sudden roar.

Before he could look up, he felt the soft flesh at his waist being seized by two slender yet powerful fingers.

A clockwise rotation.

180 degrees.

“AHHH — !!!”

A heart-wrenching pain made Wendy scream like a stuck pig.

This time, it really hurt!

Astreia didn’t seem satisfied yet.

Taking advantage of the moment Wendy curled up in pain, she twisted her waist and coiled her legs.

A perfectly smooth flip.

The offensive and defensive positions were reversed once again.

In a highly oppressive stance, she sat astride Wendy, looking down at her “unfaithful” lover from the Royal Palace.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?”

She reached out and unceremoniously pinched Wendy’s cheeks, forcing the Prince to meet her gaze.

“Using Desire to force the Witchified version of me to submit… You felt a great sense of Achievement, didn’t you?”

Wendy’s face was squeezed out of shape, and he could only make incoherent “uwu” sounds.

His heart was currently in a state of collapse.

‘This isn’t how the script is supposed to go!’

According to previous experience, shouldn’t Astreia, having returned to her normal personality, be as shy as a quail and want to crawl into a hole?

Why… why did she suddenly become so aggressive?

Looking at the bewildered and aggrieved expression of the man beneath her, the fire in Astreia’s heart seemed to find an outlet.

She leaned down until her nose almost touched Wendy’s.

Deep within those emerald eyes burning with anger, a new, burning craving quietly welled up.

“Since you like performing ‘Purification’ so much…”

Astreia’s voice dropped even lower, her warm breath brushing against Wendy’s lips.

“Then tonight, I’ll let you be ‘purified’ until you’ve had your fill!”

Before she even finished speaking, she lowered her beautiful face again.

Looking at the familiar yet strange expression above him, and seeing those clear emerald eyes mixed with shame, anger, and blatant desire…

A line the Witch had whispered to him long ago at Sunset Fortress suddenly echoed in Wendy’s mind: ‘When Astreia merges with me, guess if I am… also merging with her?’