“The red potion…”
Mu’en stared at the red vial, instantly recognizing it as identical to the one he had bought from the mysterious shopkeeper.
But Mu’en didn’t understand why An had this potion.
Could it be…?
Mu’en’s mind flashed back to the figure cloaked in black robes…
……
“I won’t drink it, I won’t drink it!”
After the incident with Celicia, Mu’en not only learned how humiliating it was to be pinned down by a woman, but also discovered a bizarre new piece of knowledge.
That is, when the blood of an evil dragon is mixed with dragon herb powder, it becomes a terrifying poison.
A poison of lust!
A poison so potent that even Celicia couldn’t withstand it, one that was said to have no cure!
“I absolutely won’t drink it!”
Mu’en struggled wildly. He knew that once he drank this potion, no matter how strong-willed he was, he wouldn’t be able to escape the tragic fate that awaited him!
“Young Master, do you really think you have any room to resist?”
Seeing Mu’en thrashing about, shaking his head, and refusing to drink, An didn’t seem angry at all.
Instead, she smiled slightly and suddenly downed the pink potion in her hand.
“Huh?”
Mu’en froze.
Wasn’t this for me? Why did you drink it?
But before Mu’en could react, An suddenly reached out with her delicate hand and grabbed his jaw.
“Ow!”
Mu’en’s eyes widened in pain and disbelief.
Because the hand gripping his jaw didn’t feel like a young girl’s soft touch—it felt more like a pair of iron pliers capable of crushing stone!
Mu’en’s head was held firmly in place, and then An leaned down and kissed him without hesitation.
“Mmmph…”
Mu’en’s eyes widened even further, as if they were about to tear at the corners. He felt the warmth and beauty of An’s lips, and even more, he could sense her soft, agile little tongue aggressively invading the depths of his castle.
Damn it!
How could I lose so easily?
Mu’en clenched his teeth tightly, like the sturdiest gate of a fortress, resisting An’s relentless siege.
Even though almost all of his defenses had fallen, leaving only this last stronghold, Mu’en still believed he couldn’t give up!
Countless historical examples have proven that giving up too quickly in the face of an enemy always leads to a bad ending!
“Tch.”
An’s eyes revealed a hint of impatience at Mu’en’s desperate resistance.
Crack.
Mu’en suddenly heard a strange sound.
Like the sound of a joint dislocating.
Then came the searing pain.
“Mmmph…”
Mu’en writhed in pain again, because An’s hand gripping his jaw was slowly prying open the gate he thought was impenetrable.
Crack, crack, crack…
His jaw screamed in agony, and suddenly Mu’en remembered how An had crushed that porcelain cup into powder earlier.
It’s over!
Mu’en’s face was filled with despair.
No matter how firm his resolve or how unshakable his will, there was no way he could withstand an opponent who could rip open fortress gates with her bare hands!
Why are you all so ridiculously strong, especially you, An? As my personal maid, I’ve never even seen you train!
Unfortunately, Mu’en would never get the answers to these questions.
As tears of regret flowed from the corners of his eyes, he only knew one thing…
The fortress had fallen.
An’s nimble, snake-like tongue eagerly slithered in, plundering the spoils of war, and along with it came the slightly sweet potion.
Without any further surprises, the potion was forced into Mu’en’s mouth and down his throat.
The moment the potion hit his stomach, Mu’en felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.
No wonder this thing was worth 130,000 Emils. If it could knock out Celicia in an instant, there was no way Mu’en could resist it.
But the dizziness only lasted for a split second.
Because an even more terrifying heat immediately snapped Mu’en’s consciousness back to full alertness.
“Don’t worry, Young Master. I controlled the ratio of evil dragon blood and dragon herb powder, so you won’t pass out.”
An whispered softly:
“However… the effects in certain areas will be much more pronounced.”
Certain areas?
What areas are you talking about?!
Explain it clearly!
Forget it, I probably already know.
Mu’en slumped against the wall like a salted fish that had been left out to dry for eighty-one days, his eyes distant.
He had given up on struggling, and he couldn’t struggle anymore.
Because in just those few short breaths, he felt the terrifying heat beginning to burn his brain.
His breathing became noticeably heavier.
“Hmm.”
An glanced down at a certain part of Mu’en’s body and nodded in satisfaction.
“It seems to be working well.”
An slowly began to remove her maid uniform, leaving only her black lace lingerie.
And now, Mu’en’s eyes were locked onto An’s alluring figure, filled with a greedy, feral hunger, like a wild wolf.
“Hehe.”
At this point, An was in no rush.
She reached out and began to remove Mu’en’s clothes piece by piece, her slender fingers occasionally brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine and making the effects of the potion even more intense.
“So, Young Master, do you want it now?”
“…”
Mu’en’s eyes were bloodshot, and it seemed he had lost most of his rationality. He struggled, as if trying to pounce on An, but was held back by the shackles.
“Give… give it to me.”
Mu’en’s voice was hoarse and low, squeezed out from his throat.
“Quick… give it to me… I can’t… take it anymore… it’s so hot.”
“Oh my, already at your limit?”
An chuckled softly:
“Seems like I may have overdone the dosage.”
“Grr… give it to me…”
“Sadly, not just yet.”
An seemed to have a sudden, devilish idea, and a wicked smile spread across her face.
“Not yet?”
Mu’en was stunned.
The unbearable heat brought on by the potion was constantly stimulating his nerves, making him want to pounce on the girl in front of him and pin her down.
The effects of the potion were so overwhelming that Mu’en could feel that if he didn’t find a way to release this pent-up desire soon, he might be completely consumed by the flames of lust.
But An had just said, “Not yet”?
“Why… not?”
“Because… the resistance in your eyes hasn’t completely disappeared yet.”
An leaned close to Mu’en’s ear and whispered softly.
The scent of her virginity was intoxicating, making Mu’en feel like he was about to explode.
But An maintained a teasing distance, neither too close nor too far.
“The submission I want isn’t the kind brought on by drugs.”
“What… do you mean…?”
“Now, Young Master, become mine.”
An’s voice was filled with irresistible temptation:
“Once you’re mine, I’ll let you have your release.”
“Release…?”
“That’s right. It’ll feel so good.”
“Gulp… good…”
Mu’en swallowed hard, as if An’s words held an irresistible allure.
“Young Master, repeat after me.”
As the resistance in Mu’en’s eyes slowly faded, An smiled and said:
“I, Mu’en Campbell, swear to become An’s possession, and I will never leave her.”
“I… Mu’en Campbell…”
A voice in Mu’en’s heart told him not to do it, not to agree…
Because if he did, he would lose something important again.
But at this moment, Mu’en’s mind was filled with nothing but the raging fire of lust, and he could no longer hear that inner voice.
“Swear… to become… An’s… possession, and… never… leave her.”
“That’s more like it, my Young Master.”
With the response she wanted, An smiled contentedly and finally removed the last of her clothes.
She embraced the desperately yearning Mu’en and slowly sat down.
“Mmm…”
With a soft, ambiguous moan, the dimly lit cell was filled with the sounds of passion.
