“Whoosh~ Since you guessed wrong, I’m going to… take away what’s most important to you.”
Wendy felt his hair stand on end.
Astreia’s declaration, brimming with aggression and possessiveness, clenched his heart.
‘What’s most important?’
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant.
‘My dignity? My chastity? Or—’
Before he could think further, Astreia’s striking, beautiful face was already pressing down on him.
Her soft red lips landed heavily on the prince’s mouth.
Domineering.
Forceful.
Leaving no gap.
The sweet scent of a ripe peach, mixed with Her Highness the Princess’s unique aura, instantly invaded all of Wendy’s senses.
However, this was only the beginning.
Just as Wendy’s brain was being scrambled into a mess by this sudden kiss, a sharp sensation suddenly came from his earlobe.
—It was Laxana!
The young lady Klein, who had been playing the role of the “victim” moments ago, now wore an expression of successful revenge mixed with shameful excitement on her face.
She opened her small mouth and gently bit down on his earlobe.
Bzzt—
Two completely different sensory floods erupted at the same time!
On one side, there was Astreia’s stormy, devouring kiss.
On the other, through the Empathic Link, the tingling numbness from Laxana biting her own earlobe—transmitted from the tips of her teeth to the depths of her soul—was also fed back into Wendy’s neural center with double the intensity, without a single error.
His consciousness instantly sank into a chaotic sea.
His senses were torn in half—one half was burning in fire, the other tingling with electricity.
‘What kind of hellish picture is this?!’
Wendy felt like his very soul was about to be torn apart by these two forces.
Yet, this mad feast was clearly not over.
Just as Wendy’s consciousness wavered, on the verge of being completely devoured by the sensory storm, he felt the hand of Astreia, who was still kissing him, suddenly reach out.
That hand crawled across his body and landed on Laxana’s slender waist, squeezing her hard.
“Mmn…”
Laxana immediately shuddered, and a suppressed moan escaped from her throat.
The sensory impact represented by that moan, once again through that damn Empathic Link, was slammed into Wendy’s already overloaded mind for a third time!
The sensation of the kiss, the numbness of being bitten, and the tremor mixed with panic, shame, and strange pleasure when Laxana was touched by Astreia…
Three feelings, three joys, or rather three tortures, formed a closed loop at this moment capable of making even the Gods descend!
A brilliant white light exploded before Wendy’s eyes, and he completely lost the ability to think.
The first to fall was Laxana, acting as the conduit for the Empathic Link.
Caught between the double stimulation of being both the active and passive party in this shared sensory feast, her delicate nerves reached their limit first.
With a sharp cry, the young lady let go of Wendy’s ear as if shocked, collapsing onto the bed.
Her pretty face was flushed so red it seemed about to drip blood, and her violet eyes shimmered with tears.
She gasped for air, clearly having gone too far.
With Laxana’s “disconnection,” one of the currents tormenting Wendy’s mind finally ceased.
Astreia also ended the kiss with satisfaction, raising her head and licking the corner of her mouth with lingering enjoyment.
She looked down at Wendy, whose eyes were vacant and completely spent, then at Laxana beside him, who was limp like mud and had a thoroughly broken expression.
Her Highness the Princess’s emerald star-like eyes suddenly lit up.
“Little Shanna, are you still there?”
“Mm…” Laxana replied weakly, without the strength to even lift a finger.
“I just had a brilliant idea.”
An unprecedented excitement appeared on Astreia’s face—a fervor of someone who had found a new toy and discovered an epic new way to play with it.
“Tonight, let’s share Wendy equally.”
“What?”
Laxana froze.
Even Wendy, whose consciousness was scattered, regained a sliver of sanity from this earth-shattering statement.
‘Share equally? How? In a literal, physical sense?!’
“You see,” Astreia said, completely ignoring the horrified reactions of the other two, calmly explaining her “grand vision.”
“Wendy only has one body, and there are two of us. Rather than arguing and making things unpleasant by fighting over him, or even giving him a chance to play us against each other…”
She reached out and gently stroked Wendy’s cheek.
Her movements were tender, but her words sent a chill through Wendy.
“Why don’t we join forces? Let’s carve our marks deep into his body and his soul. Let’s make him ours, inside and out. So he can never leave us, and can never belong to anyone else.”
Astreia’s voice was full of seduction.
Laxana’s unfocused pupils gradually refocused.
She looked at Astreia, then at the breathtakingly handsome face lying between them.
Desire was ignited.
The shame of being kissed by Astreia, mixed with the ultimate experience of the triple Empathic Link that went straight to her head, turned into an irresistible poison.
To possess Wendy together with Astreia—
This thought grew wildly in the depths of her heart.
It could not only satisfy her possessiveness over Wendy, but also bind her forever to her favorite childhood friend in a new, more intimate way.
Without any hesitation, Laxana agreed.
She raised her head, and a scorching light reignited in her violet eyes.
She, Laxana Klein, decided to form a pact of co-conspirators with the devil… no, with Astreia Valoran!
Wendy’s heart sank completely to the bottom.
‘It’s over. Everything is over.’
‘My two biggest “love creditors” have actually formed an alliance!’
“Well, for the sake of fairness,” Astreia said, her smile growing even brighter as she saw Laxana agree, “let’s decide on our respective territories.”
“I propose we split at the waist, into upper and lower halves. Which one do you want?”
Laxana’s cheeks flushed, but she puffed out her chest without backing down:
“I want both!”
“No way! That’s too greedy!” Astreia immediately retorted.
“We have to split it half!”
“Why should I? I want the upper half!”
“Then the upper half goes to me!”
Seeing that they were about to start arguing again over the “territory division,” Astreia suddenly clapped her hands.
“I’ve got it! We’ll decide with rock-paper-scissors!”
So, under Wendy’s utterly hopeless gaze, the most absurd rock-paper-scissors game in history began right above his body.
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
Astreia threw rock; Laxana threw paper.
“Yay! I won!”
Laxana jumped up excitedly.
“The upper half is mine!”
Astreia clicked her tongue in frustration but accepted her loss.
“Fine, the upper half is yours. But how exactly do we ‘carve the marks’?”
“Hehe, well…”
Laxana flashed a mysterious smile.
She jumped off the bed, ran to her large wooden chest, and pulled out the azure object that made even Wendy’s DNA start trembling—
The Slime Armor: Siren’s Embrace.
“Last night, I saw you were quite interested in it.”
Laxana held the writhing mass, walking step by step toward Wendy, a mischievous grin on her face.
“Since that’s the case, to deepen the impression… why don’t you try wearing it too?”
“No! Absolutely not!”
A blood-curdling scream tore from Wendy.
‘Are you kidding me?!’
‘Let a man like me wear some disgusting thing that obviously isn’t right?!’
‘A man would rather die than be humiliated!’
He suddenly leaped up from the bed, intending to dash toward the door.
But he was fast; Astreia was faster.
Her Highness the Princess simply sidestepped, blocking his path, then reached out and easily pulled him back onto the soft bed.
“Don’t think about running, Wendy. This is the punishment for guessing wrong in the game.”
“Let me go! This is against the law! I’m the Prince!”
“Can a Prince renege on a bet?”
“Quick! Astreia, hold down his legs!”
Under the joint suppression of the two women, Wendy was soon forced into the humiliating “spread-eagle” position, his limbs firmly pinned, unable to move.
He watched helplessly as Laxana aimed that cold, slippery, slightly wriggling Siren’s Embrace at his ankle.
“No—!”
Wendy’s scream echoed throughout the entire bedroom.
A cold, slippery sensation came from his ankle.
That bizarre creation seemed to have a life of its own, automatically creeping upward inch by inch.
The sole of the foot, the calf, the knee, the thigh…
Wendy felt as if he were being slowly devoured by a giant deep-sea monster, shame and terror making his entire body tremble.
And those two “culprits” were still discussing excitedly beside him.
“Wow, look at that—Wendy’s legs look so good in this! The lines are more defined!”
Under this merciless “praise,” the Siren’s Embrace finally spread past his waist and began to wrap around his upper body.
The moment the slimy material finally covered his head, enveloping his entire body without a gap—
Boom!
The world changed.
The ultimate, indescribable sensory amplification crashed like a burst dam, instantly overwhelming all his reason.
Every thread of the bedsheet, every flow of air, every beat of his heart… Everything was magnified a thousandfold, crashing into his brain like a tidal wave of signals.
Wendy’s body involuntarily arched up.
There were still three final hours before Magic Theory Class began.
A “dismemberment” ceremony targeting His Highness the Prince had officially begun.