“You think you can beat me now? Don’t tell me you actually believed that I was just playing around with you… and that you could really win?”
Those mocking words stabbed straight into Laxana’s heart.
“Astreia!!!”
A tidal wave of hatred and humiliation exploded from Laxana’s chest. The Power of the Seven Luminaries surging through her body erupted once more in a frenzy, seven-colored radiance flickering wildly around her as she tried to break free from the hand gripping her chin.
Yet everything was futile.
Astreia didn’t even make an extra move—she merely increased the pressure of her pinching fingers by the slightest degree.
The Purple-Black Demonic Flame, like a living venomous serpent, instantly slithered up her arm and invaded Laxana’s body with brute force.
The Power of the Seven Luminaries that had just been raging so violently was immediately suppressed and scattered before this Purple-Black Demonic Flame, unable to mount even the slightest resistance.
An ant trying to shake a tree.
Ridiculous. And pitiful.
Astreia watched with great interest as Laxana’s expression shifted from frenzy to despair, finally settling into a deathly stillness—a fascinating transformation.
“You seem to enjoy locking people up?”
Astreia tilted her head, a nearly cruel smile surfacing on her flawless face. “In that case, you should experience it too.”
Before the words even faded.
Her free left hand waved casually to the side.
An identical purple-black spherical barrier materialized out of thin air. Like tossing away a piece of trash, she roughly shoved the immobilized Laxana inside.
Before Laxana could react in any way, Astreia sealed her into a purple-black sphere identical to the ones that had imprisoned Layana and Aurelia.
Having done all this, Astreia elegantly snapped her fingers.
The “Exclusive Box” floating nearby—containing Wendy, Layana, and Aurelia—was pulled by an invisible force, descending slowly until it stopped precisely beside the purple sphere imprisoning Laxana.
Four purple-black spheres floated in a row above the Bone Altar.
Wendy stared through two layers of semi-transparent barrier at the dazed Laxana, and at the two Deans beside her whose expressions were each utterly different.
What was this supposed to be?
A Victims’ Alliance Viewing Party?
Wendy felt his brain was about to short-circuit. This scene was so bizarre it was more absurd than any piece of avant-garde theater he’d ever watched.
Just as he was complaining inwardly, a warm, soft sensation pressed against his back.
Astreia reached out her arms and, with an extremely intimate posture, wrapped them around the Prince’s waist from behind.
Wendy’s entire body went rigid.
That scorching, voluptuous body pressed tightly against his back. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, he could clearly feel the breathtaking curves.
Warm breath brushed against his ear, seemingly by accident.
“Did you see that clearly, Laxana?”
Those Magic Eyes burning with purple flame pierced through the barrier, staring directly at the dejected, slender figure inside the sphere.
Astreia rested her chin gently on Wendy’s shoulder, her tone dripping with the arrogance and triumph of one claiming ownership.
“No need for some ridiculous ‘Eternal Bond.’ This… is the correct way to treat what belongs to you.”
“As long as you’re strong enough, he… won’t even have the courage to change his heart.”
The moment the words landed.
Astreia tilted her head slightly, and under everyone’s gaze, gave Wendy a possessive, lingering deep kiss.
“No!!!”
From the purple sphere beside them, Laxana let out a heart-wrenching scream.
She slammed her body against the barrier like a madwoman, two streams of bloody tears flowing from her seven-colored eyes. Her ghastly appearance made Layana, not far away, close her eyes in pain.
Wendy’s brain went blank with a loud buzz.
He felt like he wasn’t being held by a peerless beauty, but strangled by a cold, slippery serpent-woman, liable to be swallowed whole at any moment.
His rationality screamed at him to push her away, to resist.
But Astreia’s arms around his waist were like red-hot steel, utterly immovable.
More importantly…
His peripheral vision caught Laxana’s face, completely twisted and deformed by extreme jealousy and hatred.
The will to survive, in that instant, utterly crushed all dignity and reason.
She could take whatever she wanted. He stood frozen, like the most obedient puppet, letting Astreia do as she pleased.
“That’s a good boy.”
Astreia seemed extremely pleased with his compliance, letting out a satisfied, light laugh.
Then, in front of everyone, as if no one else existed, she kissed him deeply once more.
This kiss was filled with the flavor of Punishment and Possessiveness.
Wendy’s body was stiff as stone, yet instinctively made faint responses to stay alive.
This humiliating yet submissive scene, through the semi-transparent purple sphere, was branded into Laxana’s eyes with perfect clarity.
In another sphere nearby, Aurelia watched, utterly dumbfounded.
“Worldly Morals Decline… Human Hearts Are Not What They Used To Be.”
She kept muttering under her breath, her Three Perspectives violently shaken.
This kiss seemed to last an eternity.
So long that the figure frantically pounding the inner wall of the purple sphere gradually came to a stop.
The Power of the Seven Luminaries on Laxana’s body began to flicker and churn violently at an unprecedented frequency. Seven colors interwove chaotically across her body, yet found no outlet to vent.
She could only watch helplessly as the beloved she would sacrifice anything to obtain was toyed with wantonly by the woman she hated most.
Finally, their lips parted.
Astreia released Wendy but didn’t loosen her hold around his waist.
She paid no heed to Laxana’s hate-filled glare, merely bringing her lips to Wendy’s ear and whispering in a volume only the two of them could hear:
“Good performance, my little kitten.”
“Keep being obedient, and maybe… I’ll consider sparing her life.”
“Otherwise… I’ll crush her to pieces with my own hands, right in front of you.”
A Demon’s Whisper.
These words, combined with Wendy’s helplessly pale face from extreme humiliation and submission, became The Last Straw.
And the final flame that utterly incinerated Laxana’s sanity.
Inside the purple sphere, Laxana’s Seven-Colored Extraordinary Eyes, still streaming bloody tears—all the madness, all the fury, all the unwillingness—faded away completely in that moment.
Transforming into a deathly, ashen gray deeper than the Abyss.
Almost at the same instant.
The Power of the Seven Luminaries that had been wildly flickering on her body came to an abrupt halt.
Then.
All the light, all the color, began to collapse violently toward the very center of her body in a manner that defied the Laws of physics.
A devastating aura that made the entire Dream Demon Graveyard tremble erupted with a deafening roar…
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