Sunset Fortress, in a certain princess’s room.
“Wendy… stop, stop hitting me… I know I was wrong…”
What came from within was no longer the lascivious sounds that left one blushing from previous days.
Instead, it was a string of stifled, trembling breaths begging for mercy.
At this moment, Astreia had returned to normal, lying shamefully on her own large, soft bed.
She wore only a loosely draped white nightgown.
That fabric barely covered her back, but exposed her perfect figure completely to the air.
She tried desperately to bury her flushed face in the pillow, her hands clutching the sheets tightly beneath her in an attempt to suppress the strange noises rising in her throat.
Clearly, with the strength of the “Northern Lioness,” she could overturn and subdue the “abusive” youth behind her at any time.
But the moment she recalled the vow she had just made—”Please, punish me mercilessly”—Astreia could only grit her teeth and silently endure.
This was the… punishment she deserved.
“Pa!”
A slender black leather whip snapped across the raised honey-colored skin.
A crisp and ambiguous sound echoed.
“Mm~~~”
Astreia’s body trembled violently, and she instinctively covered her mouth with her hands.
She felt as if her mind was about to be melted into a puddle by this strange and tingling sensation.
“So, where did you get all these things?”
Wendy crossed his legs, sitting leisurely amidst a pile of scattered books on the floor.
One hand flipped through the pages, eyeing the shocking erotic illustrations, while the other played with the small leather whip he had just “used,” interrogating the princess on the bed with the tone of an inquisitor.
After these past days of intense “physical purification,” Wendy, though satisfied, found himself consumed by a pressing question.
How did Astreia, after her transformation, know so many positions that even a Male Fantasy Veteran like himself found awe-inspiring?
If it were within the game storyline—the Witch Empress fused with the Sernye Witch King—he could understand.
After all, inheriting the Demon King’s memories and knowledge was like standing on the shoulders of giants.
But the current Astreia hadn’t drawn the Holy Sword; she had become a Witch by succumbing to her own darkness.
Before her fall, she was a pure princess who blushed just from holding hands and upheld the chivalric code.
Where did she learn so many unheard-of, unseen, and bizarre forms of knowledge?
Could it really all be from her fantasies about men?
No.
Wendy knew well that humans could never imagine things beyond their understanding from nothing.
In this world of swords and magic, there was no information explosion as in his previous life.
Especially when it came to such “forbidden knowledge,” the channels for its spread were extremely limited.
Therefore, there had to be someone—or something—that had corrupted the pure mind of this princess!
Thus, when Astreia returned to normal and shamefully begged for “punishment,” Wendy took the opportunity to conduct a “severe” interrogation in his own room.
Finally, deep beneath the princess’s bed, he found these “dirty items.”
On the Erashia Continent, books were typically made from parchment or rough papyrus.
Yet the books unearthed from under the bed not only had unusually exquisite covers, but used a smooth, delicate paper far superior to parchment, with even the edges embossed in ornate silver.
But within their pages, there were neither important historical documents nor profound magical knowledge.
Instead, they held colorful illustrations depicting the intimacy between men and women.
The poses were so bizarre and the scenes so erotic, they were outrageous.
Several of the positions were exactly the ones the Witch had used on him a few days prior.
Wendy would never allow the princess’s “knowledge reserves” in this area to surpass his own!
This was a matter of a man’s most fundamental pride!
He immediately resolved to intensify his interrogation, refusing to rest until he uncovered the mastermind behind it all!
“It… it was Shanna… she’s the one who showed me these things…”
The princess clung to the sheets, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s, betraying her friend.
“Pa!”
“Speak clearly! Who is Shanna? Why did she give you these things?!”
Wendy’s expression grew stern, the leather whip slicing a sharp arc through the air and coming down again.
“Ah~~~”
In truth, this level of force was hardly enough to tickle someone as robust as Astreia.
But the problem was, she wasn’t wearing armor—she didn’t even have on any undergarments.
The little leather whip struck bare skin, and the sensation was overwhelmingly stimulating.
It made her unable to control the shameful, strange moans escaping her lips.
“Sh-Shanna is my childhood friend… Laxana Klein… She said it was hard and lonely guarding Sunset Fortress alone, and she was afraid… afraid I’d get sick from the stress, so she gave me all these books… I-I really didn’t look at them much!”
“Hmph!”
Wendy snorted coldly, automatically ignoring the princess’s feeble attempt at denial.
After all, the “master-level” skills displayed by Astreia after her transformation clearly weren’t the result of “barely looking.”
He suspected she must have often used them as bedtime reading when the nights grew quiet.
However, the name Laxana Klein put him on alert, a chill creeping up his spine.
Doomsday Witch—Laxana Klein.
The eldest daughter of the Klein Family, one of the four great houses of the Valoran Kingdom, renowned for producing powerful mages.
Astreia’s closest friend.
The number two boss of game version 1.0!
In the background story of Witch’s Conquest, Laxana grew up with Astreia from childhood, truly a confidante.
Later, after her astounding talent for magic was discovered, she was sent to the Central Academy for advanced studies, and became a famous high-level mage at a young age.
In the game’s plot, when Astreia drew the Holy Sword and personally slew her own queen sister, fully falling into darkness as the Witch Empress of Valoran, the first she corrupted was this childhood friend.
And after being corrupted into the Doomsday Witch, Laxana Klein truly lived up to the name.
With a single Forbidden Spell, she erased a small kingdom that dared defy Valoran, along with its capital, from the map.
A blood-soaked vision flashed through Wendy’s mind.
It was the woman he had faced in the early days of adventuring.
She smiled, and with just the raise of her finger, a beam of annihilating light fell from the heavens, turning the entire screen white.
His Guild companions vanished in an instant.
He hadn’t even had time to use a Potion.
If the Astreia who became Witch Empress after fusing with the Sernye Witch King was the Final Boss of game version 1.0…
Then the Doomsday Witch Laxana was the insurmountable wall of despair every player faced before reaching the Final Boss.
Her battle mechanics were utterly perverse; not only were all her attacks full-screen AOEs, but she had multiple phases, each with different nasty skills.
In the later Bloodline Uprising and Void Invasion versions, the new villains only dared show themselves after these two strongest witches were defeated by the players’ overwhelming numbers.
Yet what Wendy truly feared was never Laxana’s world-ending power after becoming a Witch.
It was that this person…
Was actually a “Lala”!
A damn rival in love!!!