Moonlight like water spilled through the dormitory window, casting shattered silver patterns across the rumpled bed.
The mattress became Laxana’s stage, and her execution ground as well.
Wendy was completely lost.
Under that tender yet skilled assault, he had been thoroughly dismantled. His reason, his defenses—all crumbled before the “Xi Ya” branded Laxana.
At this moment, the Prince was like a lost little boat, willingly sailing into the gentle harbor called “Nana,” and running aground completely.
Laxana looked down at the Prince’s intoxicated, mesmerized expression beneath her, and a twisted sense of victory swelled within her.
And the elegantly curved hollow of his neck was the first stop.
The Prince, lying on his back, let out a suppressed moan, his body instinctively tensing, fingers convulsively clutching the sheets, pulling the soft fabric into ripples.
“Don’t rush.”
“We’ll take it slow.”
“Nana’s” voice was light and soft, drifting into Wendy’s ears.
This reassurance did nothing to calm Wendy; instead, it made his body burn even hotter.
Laxana was very satisfied with the Prince’s reaction.
She finally stopped at the small earlobe. Hot kisses slowly crept along that graceful jawline.
She didn’t make any further moves, just gently breathed her scalding breath onto it.
Wendy broke out in goosebumps all over.
That tingling numbness shot from behind his ear all the way down to his tailbone, leaving no escape. His whole body curled up uncontrollably, as if trying to hide, yet there was nowhere to go.
“Nana…”
The Prince’s voice carried a tearful tone, sounding utterly pitiful.
However, the one in control was experiencing a tsunami inside.
Damn that Empathic Link!
Every bit of numbness, every tremor that Wendy felt, was fed back to Laxana herself!
At this moment, the Lady felt as if her bones were about to melt from this surging pleasure.
The [Persona Overwrite] magic spun wildly, consuming mana, forcefully suppressing her instinctive urge to devour the Prince in one gulp.
Her brain screamed, her heart roared.
She wanted… she wanted to…
No!
Laxana!
Hold it together!
That woman Astreia was watching!
Can’t let her look down on me!
And I cannot lose to a Demon!
A stubborn, unyielding fierceness surged within her. Laxana forcibly shook off all those chaotic thoughts from her mind, continued her “role-playing,” and her assault grew bolder.
Her slender hand began to paint “moving pictures” on the Prince’s smooth back.
From the hollow of his shoulder blades to the deep grooves on either side of his spine.
Every time her fingertip traced across, it made the flowing muscle lines ripple faintly beneath the skin.
Every place she touched seemed to ignite a small flame.
Wendy had completely given up thinking, letting himself melt in this gentle flame, being manipulated, being dominated.
He even actively leaned in, offering his most vulnerable nape and jaw without defense to his bedmate.
This was an ultimate trust.
And also an ultimate dependence.
Laxana’s heart was stabbed fiercely by this sight.
A part of her felt an unparalleled, sneaky satisfaction from this unreserved trust.
Another part of her felt a twisted guilt because this trust was built on a lie.
But soon, that trace of guilt was covered by even stronger fighting spirit and desire.
Astreia’s mockery still echoed in her ears.
‘You’re just a king in theory, a rookie in practice…’
‘Rookie?’
‘Today, I’ll show you whether I’m a rookie or not!’
Laxana hardened her heart, cast all distractions aside, and devoted herself entirely to this “role-playing.”
She slid past the Prince’s ear, gently nibbling the skin of his jaw, feeling the increasingly intense stimulation from Wendy.
Every tremor, through the Empathic Link, became a storm raging through her soul.
Too intense.
This gradually escalating feedback was far more terrifying than she had imagined.
The [Persona Overwrite] Forbidden Spell was like a dam, holding back her own surging torrent of emotion, only presenting the calm, composed surface of “Xi Ya.”
But she could feel it—beneath the dam, the water level was rising madly.
Almost… it’s about to burst…
“Xi Ya’s” composed, all-controlling seductive smile began to twist on Laxana’s face.
Her breathing grew rapid. In her violet eyes, the deliberately feigned tenderness was being devoured by primal desire, becoming scorching and wild.
I can’t…
I can’t hold on anymore…
The thread of reason was about to snap.
She could feel that the real, greedy, impatient self was about to break out from under this false disguise.
Before Astreia makes a fool of me…
Before Wendy discovers the truth…
I must… end this!
Laxana no longer suppressed, no longer restrained, no longer performed.
She poured out all the grievances, all the resentment, all the jealousy from this period, along with the love and lust catalyzed to the extreme by the Empathic Link, in this single moment.
No technique, no gentleness, only the most primal, wild instinct.
This was no longer “Xi Ya’s” guidance.
This was Laxana Klein’s plunder.
*Boom!
Wendy’s mind went blank.
If before he was drifting in a warm harbor, now he felt like he was caught in the heart of the most violent storm.
Extreme pleasure, like a bursting dam, instantly washed away all his senses.
And in that instant.
An unimaginably vast flood of emotion and sensation, through the Empathic Link, with the force of a thunderbolt, slammed violently back into Laxana’s spiritual world.
*CRASH!
Something seemed to shatter inside her mind.
The magical effect of [Persona Overwrite] was scoured clean by this unreasonable impact.
In one second, the calm, composed, seductive “Xi Ya” completely disappeared.
Left in her place was only the most primitive, most real Laxana Klein.
“Ahhh!”
A short, tearful scream uncontrollably burst from her throat.
It wasn’t acting; it was the most instinctive reaction of a body enduring overwhelming stimulation.
Her body, draped over the Prince, went as limp as mud from this double dose of ultimate experience.
The originally provocative caresses turned into feeble, aimless scratches.
Her face, which had maintained a seductive expression all night, was now written all over with panic and helplessness.
Tears flooded from her violet eyes, rolling down her flushed cheeks.
It’s over.
That was the only thought in Laxana’s mind.
I went too far.
Way too far.
All the last shred of strength was drained from Wendy’s body, leaving only endless aftershocks, so comfortable he wanted to sigh.
He slowly opened his eyes, his vision still blurry.
What he wanted to see was that slightly mischievous yet tender smile.
What he wanted to feel was that queen-like lover, after enjoying her spoils, giving him a victory kiss.
But what met his eyes was a completely unfamiliar yet terribly familiar face.
The composed “Xi Ya” was gone.
In her place was Laxana, face flushed red, gasping for breath, utterly limp.
She was looking at him with an expression like she’d seen a ghost.
Her eyes were full of panic, tears falling like beads from a broken string.
She looked utterly pitiful.
Huh?
Wendy’s mind struggled to process.
The extreme pleasure still coursing through his limbs, but this scene before him made his heart skip a beat.
Wrong.
Something was very wrong.
A moment ago, she was the big sister who had him wrapped around her finger.
How, in the next second… was she crying like a little girl who had been bullied badly?
This sharp contrast brought a sliver of clarity to Wendy’s lust-soaked brain.
He instinctively raised his hand, clumsily trying to wipe away her tears.
His fingertips gently touched her burning cheek.
“Nana?”
He tested, calling her name softly with a confusion and concern he hadn’t realized.
“You… what’s wrong?”
“Why are you… crying?”
Outside the dormitory window.
Astreia had witnessed everything that happened in the room.
She saw how Laxana instantly transformed from a perfect “actress” back into her clumsy self.
She also saw the complete process on Wendy’s face, from extreme satisfaction to shock and confusion.
A curve finally, uncontrollably, tugged at the Princess Royal’s lips—a hint of amusement.
“Heh.”
A soft laugh dissipated in the cool night breeze.
“I told you so.”
“A rookie is still a rookie, after all.”
She turned, silently stepping into the dormitory building.
The real show was just beginning…