Chapter 98: Finally…

“It won’t be that easy, meow!” The catgirl shrieked, flipping backwards as if unaffected. She dodged the attack.

However, she didn’t notice the other party’s lips writhing in rapid motion… Bright purple light filled the space between them the next instant. The light solidified into sticky, thread-like strands — a huge spiderweb sprayed straight towards her!

Meow meow?

The attack clearly achieved surprise, but almost immediately, it was Constantine who became astonished. His pupils contracted. In his vision, that small figure suddenly shrank. Beautiful brown skin was covered in short, blue-gray fur. Within two breaths, that fierce catgirl had already turned into a small animal… a real cat.

So she wasn’t just a beastfolk, but a werecreature…

This animal was obviously much stronger than a real cat. The instant Constantine blinked in surprise at this change, intense pain shot through his arm! Blood instantly bloomed onto his sleeve! His opponent had darted through the gap in the spell using her body’s advantage, and that seemingly ordinary claw had done this! She seized this chance. Her small frame flipped mid-air and shot up to the top of a tree! Then, with what sounded like mocking meows, the small black shadow vanished instantly.

Animal instinct… Uncatchable? Staring at where the shadow disappeared, Constantine shook his head, abandoning any chase plan. Truthfully, considering his current physical state, enduring just one round of her fierce attack was already his limit. If he chased now, he’d likely be the one caught and interrogated.

So, the young man turned to his other knowledgeable companion.

“Well then, Miss Nirwen Venutiel, please explain everything I just saw… in detail, preferably. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what might happen next…” Constantine glanced at the long scratch on his arm, then suddenly pressed it to the tip of his tongue… The crimson blood smeared a shocking red streak beside his mouth. But he spoke as if oblivious, only the frost in his tone like a winter storm.

“That person… was a contact from the organization I used to serve. They found me not long ago. If I couldn’t provide them information… then… they’d pursue me for the crime of deserting.” The Blood Elf hesitated before speaking softly, her voice almost a whisper. However, she seemed to summon some courage, raising her tone almost to a sharp cry. “I told them about this hunt, but… their target this time wasn’t even you, right? If it wasn’t for that mage causing problems, you wouldn’t have been in danger… So, so…”

Her voice faltered again… The Blood Elf knew very well this was just a weak excuse. Without her earlier act of betrayal passing information, things might not have escalated this far.

No… I just made the most logical choice. I’m not wrong. I’m not wrong at all! The Elf insisted in her own heart… But then, why did her chest ache so painfully…

“Oh. Just because of that?” The boy’s voice was icy, low, carrying a cruel kind of calm. It made Nirwen shiver involuntarily. She knew he was just a human kid in his teens, yet at this moment, facing him felt like facing some vicious, unnatural magical beast. Having witnessed this boy’s almost god-like killing skills over the past weeks, Nirwen had lost that overflowing confidence she’d had days ago. Especially because of Constantine’s expression right now…

“Then tell me the organization’s name! All the people you know! And the meeting location!” Constantine commanded.

“That is… no! I can’t say!” The Elf’s body trembled. But as she spoke, fear of the consequences twisted her voice into something unfamiliar — a stubborn resolve. If she talked, probably no one would be spared… Though she disliked that place intensely… Though she’d once desperately tried to escape it… yet, that simple organization probably couldn’t… no, definitely couldn’t withstand the wrath of a great Noble. Especially after seeing just a glimpse of the iceberg this family concealed beneath the surface these past weeks.

“Interesting persistence…”

A strange fury blazed in his mind. The boy’s mouth twisted into an eerie smile. Two points of black flame flickered and spread in his pupils. While this happened, his mind felt icy calm. All common sense was discarded. Only one thought remained: No betrayal can be allowed. Betrayers must pay the price… the price…

A series of guttural, grating sounds forced their way from deep in his throat!

His hand lifted casually, pulling out a coil of rope the thickness of a finger from his belt. Then, with a slight flick of the boy’s finger, the ropes immediately writhed forward like snakes, twisting towards her body!

The Blood Elf knew exactly what this was. A ring she’d once owned held this very useful little spell. What shocked her, though, was Constantine wasn’t using magic stored in an item. Yet his casting speed matched an instantaneous effect! Almost before the final grating sound faded, the ropes, like an entangling monster’s tentacles, wriggled through the air, lashing towards her one after another!

Nirwen dodged backwards on instinct, slashing her blade at the ropes — a magic rope spell allowed flexible control, but wasn’t inherently strong. Cut into countless short pieces, the spell, while technically still active, became useless!

Sadly, Constantine gave her no chance to escape.

The boy merely opened his mouth and uttered a single short syllable. The Elf’s movements instantly slowed as if seized by invisible shackles. A sickening, dizzying pain bloomed in her head! The once agile Rogue crumpled to her knees with a pained gasp!

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“An amusing diversion… yet truly unexpected… he actually retained most of his willpower…”

Endless black flames raged violently across every conceivable space. A vast, resonant voice echoed within. Its strange rhythm mingled with chaotic crackling, like fire burning…

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The room where Prince Oriel had entertained Constantine was now the boy’s temporary interrogation chamber.

A thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy suddenly appearing at the door dragging a bound girl was undoubtedly suspicious… But the servants in Prince Oriel’s residence were evidently highly disciplined. The hidden affairs of nobles were no secret to them. Without any command being given, they swiftly cleared the room. They retreated far beyond any possible earshot.

“No! You cursed little fiend! Let me go, this instant!”

The Elf screamed another furious curse. Constantine’s answer was another flick of his fingers. Three or four ropes slithered towards the crumpled Blood Elf at his command. They writhed like living things, swiftly binding her movements. Her few, weak struggles were pointless. Rough rope slid through gaps in her clothing, grazing delicate skin, the alien sensation drawing a horrified scream from the Elf!

Her reaction only made the ropes coil faster. She thrashed her arms, trying to break the spell’s hold, uncaring that the struggle threw her chest wide open! Against a Sorcerer skilled in mental control, defiance was useless! Tears welled in her beautiful eyes from the sharp pain, but the enraged boy paid no attention.

A single rope wasn’t powerful. But a dozen acting in concert imposed a force her already delicate frame couldn’t withstand. She could only submit like a martyr, arms spread wide. The boy pulled impassively on strands beside him. Great force twisted the captive’s body into an unnatural shape, combining the misery with an unusual eroticism.

Riiip!

The boy’s strength might not have been great, but he knew the maid’s outfit he’d personally redesigned inside out. With one casual swipe, the woven fabric split with a quiet tear. It revealed the large expanse of smooth, creamy skin beneath the thin cloth underneath!

Her youthful breasts rose, firm and resilient, standing defiantly. And defiance invited immediate retaliation. Slimy ropes slithered like snakes, winding around the blinding expanse of creamy skin! Pressed by the cords, the peaks stood out more prominently. They shook with each desperate twist of her body. A lovely pink blush bloomed sharply where pressure squeezed.

“To escape punishment for betraying your organization? You…”

Constantine elegantly brought his fingers under her chin. He applied gentle pressure, forcing that lovely face to meet his gaze: “Then, have you considered what punishment betraying me warrants?”

Golden strands of hair clung to her forehead with tears and sweat. Frowning fiercely, her face flushed crimson. Her teeth sank fiercely into her lower lip. She answered the boy’s question with a near-groan of a scornful laugh.

Clearly, Constantine didn’t expect an answer. He leaned in, his lips brushing her delicate, pointed ear, whispering like a Demon: “You know? Death isn’t necessarily the worst punishment… There are many ways to make life worse than death…”

His words seemed proven immediately, as resilient cords wrapped like a thin belt around her lower abdomen. Ropes then extended down from the center in a T-shape, writhing like serpents. Another choked cry escaped her before the ropes completed their task instantly, leaving her twisting painfully, trying to resist the weird friction they created. The next moment, her eyes snapped wide open in disbelief!

The boy played with a long, thin rope. His nimble fingers wove it quickly. Soon, he’d formed a handle, tied a few knots – the rope transformed into a whip…

A shadow flickered. CRACK! The slender lash left a livid red streak across pale, delicate skin like a slash of vibrant rouge. Agony made the girl arch her spine, her pallid cheeks flushing a feverish rosy-pink, her eyes dampening. For some unknown reason, she clenched her teeth against her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, refusing further shrieks or moans.

“No need to resist… because I doubt you can hold out in the end anyway…” Constantine’s smile twisted a little further. His voice held frosty cruelty.

The slender whip danced with shadows in the lamplight. Crack! Crack! Each strike was sharp and clear. The Elf’s fair skin offered little resistance. Her once neat gown was now marred with lash marks, frayed and torn. Underneath, glimpses of pure white skin bore scattered scarlet marks. The mix of red and white looked like thick summer flowers.

Constantine’s fury showed no sign of mercy merely because of her pained look. The Elf kept biting her lip. Crimson trickled from her teeth. Only the faintest, stifled moans escaped her. Consumed by rage, logic fled the boy completely. He kept swinging, each blow neither light nor heavy, painting distinct lines onto the flawless canvas before him. His movements were precise and meticulous. Shockingly, in just a few heartbeats, agonizing red covered large sections of the once pristine field.

A rough sound escaped the boy’s throat as he swallowed accumulated saliva. That helplessly exposed, mature form intoxicated his mind like strong liquor. Unrestrained heat rose in his core. An evil serpent began to stir inside him.

Nirwen unleashed a torrent of curse words. She spat every foul and biting insult she’d ever used, heard, or could imagine. Yet without exception, every word became garbled and unintelligible as it left her lips. Fingers – sometimes gentle, sometimes heavy – danced over sensitive areas. They carried tiny jolts of current that forced her body to tremble. Her words became incoherent gasps.

Compared to the sensations that followed, this was nothing…

The boy slowly leaned closer. The brush of his hair against her skin caused the Elf’s struggles to pause. With her horrified scream, her long frame abruptly arched like a caterpillar. Strange waves of soft pleasure and pain crashed through her slender form. She struggled fiercely for freedom again, but the tight bonds merely creaked in resistance. Then his tongue began tracing each fiery welt! As the soft, textured surface slid over her wounds, an indescribable sensation smothered her scream into a low, choked noise. Her thin body arched and shuddered uncontrollably!

Every curse word she fired off, convinced of its lethality, sounded like praise in Constantine’s ears. Her bound body, beyond its alluringly resilient feel, offered struggles that only heightened his pleasure. Feeling the heat rising from her skin, Nirwen trembled more in fear. But her greatest fear wasn’t the assault itself. It was terror of herself. Deep inside, something seemed awakened and eager. It demanded she give in to every touch. Her body softened and burned. This terrified her utterly.

Fighting fear with every ounce of will, despite feeling limp and hopeless, she struggled desperately. Yet his hand slid down her back. Every muscle it passed became flaccid and tingling. The feeling paused briefly at the obstruction around her waist, then deliberately wormed its way beneath it.

Constantine reached and peeled away the final rag of shredded cover from his work. With another startled gasp bordering on despair, the unseen, secret garden unveiled itself. The outlines of delicate, petal-like folds were clearly visible within the crevice, flushed a faint pink like peach blossoms. Blood flowed faster, deepening the petals into a passionate crimson like slowly blushing wounds, deepening towards vivid ruby. The slick, warm tongue slid across the complex entrance, tracing its intricacy, revealing a tiny, delicate scarlet gem within.

Appearing deeply fascinated, the boy slowly licked his lips before methodically removing his own disguise… Stirred deeply by the unfolding scene, his physical exertion, and the mind-blazing fire, his own flesh stirred powerfully outward. Veins of pale blue throbbed visibly across its taut surface, visibly swollen and restless.

Bare skin pressed together. Each felt the other’s trembling.

When that burning member brushed over the glistening jewel, the Elf suddenly let out a choked yelp. But the sound only fanned the flames named ‘Desire’ roaring within the boy. He pressed slightly against her lower back. Within the dizzying cushion of soft heat, a part of him slipped past the tender inner walls of the delicate opening, making her pink little pearl stand up even more!

“Ah! Stop!… Oh my God… it feels so weird… Ah!”

Slowly, the petals parted further… Words began to leak into the tortured groans leaving the Elf. Her nostrils flared rapidly. Sweat drops rolled down her flushed skin.

The fierce friction generated heat that felt like setting bodies aflame. Nirwen Venutiel parted rosy lips, gulping air desperately. Each breath felt like tinder igniting in her lungs, becoming searing flame in her chest! The blaze raced to her head. Waves of it crashed repeatedly and overlapped. Each time he pressed deeper, each deliberate twist felt like adding another soft feather. Feathers formed wings! Lifting her Soul higher and higher into oblivion!

She could do nothing but scream – terrible, uncontrolled, torn between agony and ecstasy – into the echoing room!