Please me.
Those three words carried more killing force than any curse in the world.
Wendy’s blood went from boiling to freezing in an instant.
He sat stiffly on the carpet, his mind ringing, completely blank.
Inside his body, two little figures were engaged in a fierce battle.
One little figure, dressed in Earth clothing and representing the last shreds of his dignity, screamed hysterically:
“This is going too far! A man can be killed but not humiliated! You’re a man!”
Another prince, bound by iron chains with a “pet” tag hanging around his neck, cowered in the corner, trembling:
“Run? Run where? Have you forgotten the fear of being dominated by her? Have you forgotten how you died in the dreams before? Resistance means death, no matter what!!”
The dignity figure roared:
“Then die! Death is better than being a licking dog!”
The pet figure sobbed in rebuttal:
“But… but there’s someone on the ceiling calling you daddy! If you die, what happens to her? Can you bear to watch her get crushed into dust by that bad woman?!”
The dignity figure fell silent.
Yeah.
Laxana…
He also instinctively looked up.
On the ceiling, inside that purple-black sphere, the tiny figure was still frantically pounding against the barrier.
“Daddy! The bad woman is bullying Daddy! Let me out! Waa—”
The piercing cries, mixed with helpless sobs, stabbed fiercely into Wendy’s heart.
He closed his eyes. In his mind, little Lacshanna’s pure and flawless Seven-Colored Eyes surfaced, along with that soft, dependent call of “Daddy.”
Wendy took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, all the struggle and resistance in them had transformed into a resigned submission.
To hell with dignity.
Today, I’m swallowing my pride for Lacshanna!
Yeah, that’s right.
I’m not a pervert. I’m not a masochist. I’m just making a sacrifice to save my “daughter”!
After finishing his round of psychological self-conditioning, Wendy finally moved, advancing slowly and stiffly.
Astreia did not urge him.
She just lay lazily on her side on the bed, propping her chin up with one hand, her Purple Flame Demon Eye filled with amused interest, savoring the prey’s final struggle before surrender.
This process of completely trampling a strong opponent underfoot and crushing their will gave her far more pleasure than mere physical conquest.
Finally.
Wendy shuffled to the edge of the bed.
He didn’t even dare to look up at Astreia’s face. The only thing in his line of sight was a pair of perfectly flawless jade feet, crossed together, wrapped in sheer black stockings.
The black sheer fabric outlined breathtaking arches, pale, smooth skin faintly visible beneath the dark mesh, ten small toes slightly curled like pearls.
The simple Black High Heels were like the finishing touch, elevating this sensuality and danger to the absolute peak.
A rich, alluring fragrance invaded his nostrils aggressively, and Wendy’s heart pounded loudly. The prince felt his cheeks, and even the skin all over his body, heating up uncontrollably. He lowered his head, his lips involuntarily, slowly approaching that cool, silky black toe.
Closer and closer.
Close enough to see the fine texture of the black stockings.
His body betrayed his reason, inexplicably surging with an indescribable heat and anticipation.
His body had betrayed his will.
It was… it was at a time like this… Wendy’s mind went completely blank.
It’s over.
I really am an irredeemable perverted masochist!
A low, satisfied chuckle came from above his head. Deep inside him, a voice was furiously cursing him out.
Astreia seemed to have noticed his embarrassment, her laughter filled with undisguised amusement.
The toe of that high heel, clad in black stockings, lifted gently upward, deliberately brushing against Wendy’s chin, then slowly, softly slid down along the line of his neck.
Finally, it came to rest on his Adam’s apple.
That cool, silky sensation, combined with the dangerous pressure of the sharp heel, made every muscle in Wendy’s body tense up instantly.
The toe gently scraped across his Adam’s apple.
Graceful and arrogant.
Wendy closed his eyes. Following Astreia’s will, he opened his mouth slightly and began his “service” with an almost worshipful posture. When his lips touched that thin layer of stockings, the cool, slippery texture sent goosebumps all over his body.
Every movement was like a slow flaying of his soul. Clumsily, humiliatingly, he expressed his submission in his own way.
“Mmm…”
Astreia let out a low hum with a lazy nasal tone. The Witch Queen’s entire body relaxed, stretching out languidly. The Purple-Black Magic Flame that had been sharp and fierce around her became gentle and soft.
That foot, still wearing its high heel, slowly lifted and gently landed on top of Wendy’s head.
The slender heel gently stroked and scratched through his hair.
It was a gesture of treating a pet.
Wendy’s Psychological Defense completely collapsed at that moment.
He hated this submission, this humiliation of being toyed with like a plaything.
But under the witch’s absolute dominance, deep in his heart, an uncontrollable, suppressed, peculiar tremor arose.
He realized that his bottom line was being ruthlessly crushed, layer by layer, by this woman, and then reshaped according to her preferences.
Astreia seemed to thoroughly enjoy his obedience at this moment.
She slowly leaned in, pressing her cheek against Wendy’s ear, her hot breath fanning his earlobe, sending a tingling sensation that made his scalp go numb.
“Well done, my pet.”
“See this? This is the price of defying me.”
“Since you chose to ask me to spare that little thing…”
“Then you must pay everything for her.”
These words, like the final Trial, completely shattered the last remaining shred of Wendy’s Pride.
However, he closed his eyes, ready to sink completely into this boundless humiliation and domination.
Just then!
From the purple sphere of light on the ceiling, little Lacshanna’s crying suddenly became incredibly shrill and piercing!
It was no longer a child’s wail, but a soul-rending, agonized scream of pure pain!
A wild, familiar high-frequency energy fluctuation erupted violently!
Wendy’s senses screamed with alarm!
This was the rampage of the Power of the Seven Luminaries!
He forcibly tried to pull away, to look up!
But Astreia’s long, powerful, beautiful legs instantly trapped him in place, preventing him from moving!
The witch seemed to sense something wrong too, the amusement and contentment on her face vanishing instantly, replaced by a look of shock.
She slowly raised her eyes, those demon eyes burning with purple flame, locking onto the purple prison on the ceiling that was now flickering violently, on the verge of shattering.