Chapter 37: People Always Lose Important Things Inadvertently
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 37: People Always Lose Important Things Inadvertently
"That red medicine..."
Muen stared at the red vial, certain at a glance that it was identical to the one he had purchased from the mysterious shopkeeper.
However, Muen didn't know why An would have this medicine.
Could it be...
An image of the figure wrapped in a black robe flashed through Muen's mind...
...
...
"I won't drink it! I won't!"
After the incident with Celicia, Muen had not only learned how humiliating it was to be pinned down and ravaged by a woman, but he had also gained a piece of novel knowledge he’d never known before.
That was: Evil Dragon Blood plus Dragon Saliva Grass created a terrifying toxin.
A Lust Poison!
It was a poison that even Celicia could not endure, one whispered to be without a cure!
"I absolutely will not drink it!"
Muen struggled frantically. He knew that once he consumed this medicine, no matter how firm his resolve, he would be unable to escape a miserable fate!
"Young Master, do you really think you have any room to resist?"
Seeing Muen struggling desperately, thrashing his head with a look of "I'd rather die than drink," An didn't seem particularly angry.
Instead, she smiled faintly and suddenly downed the pink potion in one gulp.
"Eh?"
Muen froze.
Wasn't that for me? Why did you drink it yourself?
But before Muen could react, An suddenly reached out with her slender, delicate hand and clamped down on Muen’s jaw.
"Ngh?"
It hurt!
Muen’s eyes widened abruptly, his gaze filled with panic and disbelief.
He felt as though the hand gripping his jaw wasn't a young girl's soft palm, but rather iron pincers that could crush stone!
Muen’s head was locked in place. Then, An leaned down and pressed her lips against his without hesitation.
"Mmph... mmph..."
Muen’s eyes bulged even further, as if the corners of his eyes might tear. He could feel the exquisite touch of An’s warm lips, and even more, he could feel her soft, nimble tongue relentlessly launching an assault deep into his fortress.
Damn it!
How could I give up so easily!
Muen clenched his teeth tight, acting like the sturdiest of city gates, resisting An’s frantic attempt to sack his stronghold.
Even if nearly all his territory had been lost, leaving only this final castle, Muen still felt he could not give up!
Countless historical examples proved that surrendering too quickly to the enemy never led to a good end!
"Tsk."
Faced with Muen’s life-and-death resistance, a flash of impatience appeared in An’s eyes.
Crack.
Muen suddenly heard a strange sound.
It sounded like a joint being dislocated.
Then, agonizing pain followed.
"Mmph... mmph!"
Muen began to struggle in agony again because An’s hand, the one gripping his jaw, was inch by inch prying open the "city gate" he had thought was impregnable!
Crack, crack, crack...
His jaw shrieked in protest. This suddenly reminded Muen of how An had previously crushed a porcelain cup into powder with her bare hands!
It was over!
Despair washed over Muen’s face.
No matter how firm his decision or how unshakable his will, he couldn't withstand a superwoman capable of tearing down city gates with her bare hands!
Seriously, why is every single one of you so ridiculous? Especially you, An! As my personal maid, I’ve never even seen you practice cultivation!
Unfortunately, Muen no longer had any way to find the answers to these questions.
As a tear of regret rolled down from the corner of his eye, he knew only one thing...
The city had fallen.
A tongue as flexible as a small snake couldn't wait to slither inside, pillaging the spoils of war at will. Along with it came the slightly cloying sweetness of the potion.
Without any further accidents, the potion was passed into Muen’s mouth, and he was forced to swallow it.
The moment the medicine hit his stomach, Muen felt his brain grow heavy and dizzy.
It truly lived up to its price of one hundred and thirty thousand Emiels. If it could instantly daze even Celicia, it was even more effective on someone like Muen.
However, the dizziness only lasted for a split second.
Because a far more terrifying, parching heat immediately jolted Muen’s consciousness back to clarity.
"Don't worry, Young Master. I controlled the ratio of Evil Dragon Blood and Dragon Saliva Grass, so you won't pass out," An said softly.
"It’s just that... the effects in certain aspects will be much more pronounced."
Certain aspects?
Which aspects are those!
Say it clearly!
Forget it, even if you don't say it, I probably already know.
Muen slumped dejectedly against the wall, his eyes vacant, looking like a salted fish that had been left out to dry for an eternity.
He gave up struggling; he couldn't struggle anymore anyway.
In just these few short breaths, he felt that terrifying heat begin to scorch his brain.
His breathing grew heavy and ragged.
"Mm."
An looked down at a certain part of Muen and said with satisfaction, "It seems the effect is quite good."
An slowly began to remove her maid uniform, leaving only her black lace underwear.
At this moment, Muen’s eyes were fixed on An’s beautiful body, his gaze fervent and greedy, like a wild wolf.
"Hehe."
At this point, An was no longer in a hurry.
She reached out and slowly stripped the clothes from Muen’s body. Her slender fingers brushed against Muen’s skin from time to time, sending waves of goosebumps across him while making the medicine’s effects flare up even more violently.
"How is it, Young Master? Do you want it now?"
"..."
Muen’s eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have lost most of his reason. He struggled hard, seemingly wanting to pounce on An, but he was held fast by the shackles.
"Give... give it to me."
A hoarse, low voice squeezed out of Muen’s throat.
"Quick... give it to me. I can't... take it anymore... so hot."
"Oh my, are you already at your limit?"
An gave a soft laugh. "It seems I made the dosage a bit too strong."
"Guh... give it to me..."
"A pity, but not yet."
An seemed to have a sudden, brilliant idea, and an evil smile spread across her face.
"Not... yet?"
Muen was stunned.
The terrifying heat brought by the potion was stimulating his nerves every second, making him want to pounce and pin the girl before him down.
The medicine was so terrifyingly potent that Muen could even feel that if he didn't vent it soon, he might be completely incinerated by those horrific flames of desire.
But An suddenly said, "Not yet"?
"Wh... why?"
"Because... the resistance in your eyes hasn't completely disappeared yet, Young Master," An whispered into Muen’s ear.
The virginal scent on her body was like a poison at this moment, making Muen feel as if he were about to explode.
Yet An maintained a teasing distance.
"The obedience I want isn't the kind brought about by drugs."
"What... do you mean..."
"Hey, Young Master, become my property."
An spoke in a tone filled with endless temptation. "As long as you become my thing, I’ll give you release."
"Re... lease?"
"That’s right. It will feel very good."
"Gulp... good..."
Muen swallowed hard, as if An’s words held an infinite attraction for him.
"Young Master, repeat after me."
Watching the resistance in Muen’s eyes fade bit by bit, An said with a light laugh, "I, Muen Campbell, swear to become An’s property and will never leave An."
"I, Muen Campbell..."
A voice deep in Muen’s heart told him not to, don't do it...
Once he agreed, he would lose something very important again.
But at this moment, there was only a raging fire in Muen’s brain; he could no longer hear the voice from the depths of his heart.
"Swear... to become... An’s... property... and will never... leave An."
"That’s more like it, my Young Master."
Having received the answer she wanted, An smiled with satisfaction and completely shed the last of her clothing.
She embraced the long-starved Muen and slowly sat down.
"Ngh..."
Accompanied by a soft moan that was half-pain and half-satisfaction, the dark prison cell was filled with a scene of unbridled passion.