Chapter 232: The Succubus’s Smile

Wendy trembled slightly in the warm pool water.

Slender palms pressed against his chest, fingertips carrying a cool sensation, slowly wandering through the water.

Each caress precisely found the most desired spot, then paused for a moment, gently circling with the pad of the finger.

The Prince’s breathing grew faster, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

Just as he thought he would completely surrender, Xi Ya suddenly stopped all actions.

“Alright.”

She withdrew her hands and stood up from the water.

Water droplets slid down her graceful figure, refracting a hazy halo under the dim light.

But Wendy’s body instantly froze.

The sense of loss from being forcibly pulled down while climbing the peak made him almost let out a moan.

“Senior?”

His voice trembled slightly, his eyes full of confusion and longing.

“Shh.”

Xi Ya’s finger lightly pressed against his lips.

“Feel it. Remember this feeling. When you want to control someone, you have to give them the illusion of being completely taken care of.”

“Make her feel that without you, she can’t obtain such happiness.”

Xi Ya continued her movements, the bath towel traveling over Wendy’s body, not missing a single corner.

Meanwhile, outside the washroom, in the hallway.

Laxana finally woke from her unconsciousness.

A single fainting spell had passed.

The residual intense pleasure instantly swept through her body, making her nearly lose control again.

The Lady covered her mouth and let out a suppressed moan.

This shame was driving her crazy.

Through the Empathic Link, she could clearly feel what Wendy was experiencing right now.

That happiness of being treated gently and cared for meticulously was transmitted through the magical bond into her body, making every cell tremble.

“No… don’t…”

Laxana clenched her teeth, trying to cut off this damned link, but she simply couldn’t.

She could only helplessly “feel” how that woman named Xi Ya was using such gentle methods to little by little take away her Prince.

Inside the washroom, Xi Ya had already dried Wendy’s body.

She took a soft Silk Bathrobe from the nearby rack and personally draped it over him.

The sash was gently tied into a bow by her slender fingers.

The texture of the robe clung to Wendy’s skin, giving him a sense of being wrapped and protected.

“All done.”

Xi Ya stepped back, satisfied with her “work.”

Wendy stood there in the bathrobe, his wet dark blue hair still dripping, his cheeks flushed from the previous experience, making him look both innocent and alluring.

“Let’s go back to the study.”

Xi Ya turned and walked toward the door.

Wendy followed closely behind her.

The two returned to that Secret Study.

The Magic Lantern still emitted a dim light.

Everything was the same as before, yet completely different.

Wendy sat back down in the familiar chair, but he found he couldn’t concentrate anymore.

His mind was full of the sensations from the bathhouse just now—Xi Ya’s fingers, her gentleness, her sudden withdrawal…

The pen trembled in his hand, unable to write a single word.

“What’s wrong? Sit down.”

Xi Ya’s tone carried a teasing that knew the answer but asked anyway.

“I… I can’t write.”

Wendy honestly admitted his predicament.

“Why can’t you write?”

“I…”

The Prince lowered his head in shame.

“My mind is full of what just happened…”

“What just happened?”

Xi Ya smiled.

That smile was breathtakingly beautiful, yet also carried a hint of dangerous allure.

“Speak clearly, Wendy.”

“Just now… what you did to me…”

Wendy’s voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible.

“Oh, I see.”

Xi Ya nodded as if understanding.

“It seems you need a more ‘grounded’ way of thinking.”

She stood up, walked to Wendy, and then sat back down on the chair opposite him.

“Give me your feet.”

Wendy was stunned.

“What?”

“Your feet, rest them on my knees.” Xi Ya patted her legs.

“Sometimes, relaxing the body can help the brain work better.”

The hem of the Silk Bathrobe slipped slightly, revealing a stretch of pale calf.

Wendy hesitated for a moment, then obediently lifted his feet and rested them on Xi Ya’s knees.

Xi Ya’s palm covered the arch of his foot and began to gently press.

“Ah…”

Wendy couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

The pressure was just right—neither too stimulating nor too weak, effectively relieving tension.

Outside the door, Laxana felt her toes curl uncontrollably.

‘Damned Empathic Link.’

She bit the back of her hand, struggling to suppress the moan about to escape her throat.

Xi Ya’s fingers began to slowly move up along Wendy’s calf, gently stroking the muscle lines through the thin bathrobe.

“How does it feel?” she asked softly.

Wendy’s hand holding the pen began to tremble, his breathing became rapid.

“Very… very comfort…”

“Then keep writing.” Xi Ya’s hand continued upward.

“Suppressing instinct is the best way to control it.”

She leaned close to Wendy’s ear, her warm breath spraying on the Prince’s earlobe.

“This is also part of war, isn’t it?”

Wendy’s whole body tingled, his scalp numb.

He tried hard to focus on the Sheepskin Parchment, but Xi Ya’s palm roamed over his legs, each touch like an electric current shooting through his nerves.

“Senior…” he said in despair, “I really can’t write like this.”

Xi Ya stopped her movements and looked at him thoughtfully.

Then, she made a move that completely petrified Wendy.

She sat into Wendy’s armchair—or more precisely, she sat down with Wendy on her lap.

“In that case…”

She said softly, with a faint smile.

“This way, I can see the manuscript more clearly.”

Xi Ya’s voice sounded behind his ear.

Wendy’s body instantly stiffened.

The fabric under the bathrobe rubbed against Xi Ya’s skirt, creating a fatal stimulation.

He could feel the temperature and elasticity of those long legs beneath him, could smell the lavender fragrance from her hair.

Outside the door, Laxana felt like she was splitting apart.

‘This position… this damned position…’

The Empathic Link faithfully transmitted what Wendy was feeling at that moment—the warmth of being tightly embraced, the subtle friction…

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Xi Ya keenly detected the disordered aura outside the door, and a barely noticeable smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

Then, she deliberately shifted her waist.

“Mmm—”

The pen in Wendy’s hand snapped with a sound.

But strangely, this extreme stimulation suddenly cleared his mind.

Like a lightning strike, all thoughts became incredibly clear.

He grabbed another pen and began to write furiously.

[On the Art of Exploiting an Enemy’s Weaknesses]

[When you have grasped the opponent’s weakness, you hold the Key to war. Whether it is physical desire or spiritual emptiness, both can become weapons in your hands…]

Words poured out like flowing water, every character shining with the light of wisdom.

Wendy enjoyed the softness beneath him while indulging in the Achievement of creation.

This ultimate experience of unity of body and mind quickly made him addicted.

And Xi Ya was looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

A cruel smile that only a Succubus would have flickered in her purple eyes.

The prey was completely under her Control.