Leaving the study, I walked down a long corridor towards the secret underground chamber, deeply captivated by the beauty before my eyes.
There was nothing particularly striking about my own manor. What held my gaze was Anvy, walking ahead of me. Her skin, whiter than snow, glowed with a faint golden light under the moon. From behind her, one could behold the most perfect female form on Earth: a gently curving back, perfectly rounded buttocks, and long, beautiful legs, all combining to create a flawless work of art.
The succubus branch of humanity, inheritors of demonic blood, were indeed the treasures every man dreamed of. Just admiring Anvy from behind was enough to enthrall me.
It suddenly occurred to me that it had been a long time since I had taken her from behind.
Anvy, still wearing a golden slave collar around her neck, had her wrists and ankles bound by shackles. A metal gag, crafted by my own hands, sealed the beauty's cherry-red lips. Two thumb-sized luminous pearls were attached to the ends of two lifelike platinum dragon clips. The luminous pearls emitted a faint yellow glow in the darkness, just enough to light my way.
This breathtaking beauty, whose reputation echoed throughout the empire, the supreme clan leader of the Imielu merchant tribe, who commanded tens of thousands of merchants in the northeast, now stood without a stitch of clothing, not even granted the right to wear shoes. She trod the stone steps barefoot, her only adornments the collar around her neck and a pair of heavy servitude shackles.
In my mansion, Anvy was no longer the queen who commanded wind and rain; she was merely my private property. Just like now, when I needed a lamp to guide my way, she was nothing more than a lamp.
Since I met Anvy, she completely changed my life. When I was at my most desolate in matters of the heart, I entrusted all my desires to her perfect body.
Our arrangement was a fair trade.
To gain the opportunity to rebuild her family and the power to exact revenge on her enemies, this favored daughter of heaven willingly sold her body and soul to me, a devil. She even allowed me to inflict the most terrifying demonic arts on her as a guarantee.
This particular restraint came from an ancient text I treasured, "The Forbidden Grimoire of Lustful Summoning." Among ten royal or noble families, nine reveled in perverted pleasures. This was likely a manifestation of escalating desires after excessive indulgence, and this ancient text was specifically created for such pursuits.
The art inflicted upon Anvy was a technique used in the imperial harems thousands of years ago in the previous dynasty, but it was deemed too vicious and classified as a forbidden art. Its name was "Virgin Constraint." As the name suggests, it was an art designed to protect a woman's chastity.
The Virgin Constraint itself was a parasitic rune residing in the woman's belly, feeding on male essence, and only consuming the essence of the spellcaster. If the host, meaning the woman on whom the spell was cast, engaged in relations with another man, the Virgin Constraint would reject the foreign essence and release a highly potent venom, killing both the male and female during coitus.
It typically remained in a deep slumber, only waking when the host became highly aroused or when it hadn't fed for approximately three months. Once awoke, it would secrete a paralyzing agent and estrogen into the female body. At this point, the host woman would endure the human body's maximum limit of torture.
The rune's paralyzing agent would suppress the woman's sensory organs, preventing her from achieving further physical pleasure. However, the estrogen would stimulate the woman's sexual desires, forcing her to experience urges more than ten times stronger than normal, leaving her to suffer endless torment from burning lust that could not be satisfied. Prolonged exposure to this impact could even lead to mental breakdown, turning her into a senseless shell. Legend has it that over two thousand years ago, many empresses and concubines went insane due to this forbidden art.
Therefore, a woman afflicted with the Constraint could never self-gratify, nor could she ever be disloyal to the spellcaster. She was required to engage in coitus with the spellcaster at least once every three months. However, its most terrifying aspect was that it, unlike other one, would not die with the spellcaster's death, nor could the spellcaster himself destroy or remove it. If the spellcaster died, the Constraint would continue to torment the host until she became a living wreck.
For the inherently lustful succubus tribe, being subjected to this rune was truly a painful ordeal.
Guided by this special "illumination," I arrived at the underground secret chamber. I brought Anvy here to confirm something. Leading her into my private laboratory, she indeed gasped in surprise.
In the center of this large laboratory, capable of accommodating thirty carriages, lay a woman in a pool of clear blue liquid. Although she wasn't as curvaceous and voluptuous as Anvy, her well-proportioned figure and graceful curves possessed an undeniable feminine charm.
The only thing affecting her attractiveness was the loss of her left arm.
Anvy unconsciously approached the liquid pool.
The woman slumbering in the pool was the sacred fairy race member I had rescued on my way home a few days ago, severely injured.
After cleaning the dirt from her face, her true appearance was finally revealed. Her features were naturally exquisite. While she lacked Anvy's allure or Yelan's aloofness, she possessed a kind, approachable, dignified, and serene demeanor. She had long, shimmering silver hair and a tall, slender physique.
Carbon dating revealed her age to be between two hundred and two hundred and ten years old, which would be roughly seventeen or eighteen in human years. Her ability to escape the pincer attack of experts like Celestial Tree and Yelan suggested her strength was no less than either of theirs. And the fact that the three army commanders of the Dark Fairy tribe had to personally appear indicated her background was certainly not ordinary.
Once she awakened, I was confident I could subdue her and turn her into my capable assistant.
I didn't bring Anvy here to show off; I simply wanted an answer.
Anvy observed the female fairy in the liquid pool intently. A strange glint flashed in her eyes. This look wasn't jealousy; instead, it was an excitement, as if she had discovered something interesting.
Suddenly, I felt as if plunged into an icy abyss, disheartened and filled with immense regret.
If Anvy had shown any sign of jealousy, it would have meant she still had some feelings for me. But this was the situation I least wanted to see. She only regarded this female fairy as a weapon, a tool for her revenge. In her eyes, I was probably just another kind of business associate.
Although I had never said it aloud, I knew that the real reason she asked me to cast the Constraint on her back then wasn't to guarantee her loyalty to me.
The succubus body, combined with the Constraint, would be the ultimate trump card, irresistible to any male.
To increase her leverage against Herrus, she resorted to this desperate measure.
Anvy was truly intelligent, yet at the same time, very foolish.
But then again, wasn't I the same?
To keep a woman you love, who doesn't love you in return, by your side for a lifetime is no laughing matter. It's an endless torment that can never be escaped.
"Let's go."
Turning silently, I left the laboratory without looking back.
In the training room, Anvy hung by her hands, her feet off the ground, suspended in a crucifix position on a torture rack. Her beautiful body, imbued with demonic blood, swayed continuously in the air, her sweat reflecting the dim lights of the secret chamber, glittering incessantly.
Anvy was truly a masterpiece of the great god of lust, and an exquisite object for those who enjoyed such things.
The room was bathed in the dim glow of candlelight, shadows dancing across the walls like silent spectators. Their breaths intertwined—soft, uneven—as fingers traced hesitant paths along bare skin. A shared glance, a lingering touch; every movement spoke of desire held back just long enough to make the anticipation ache.
As Anvy's expression became disoriented and her eyes lost focus, a sensation from Anvy reached my mind—a sign of the rune awakening. Then the rune now fully awaken just before Anvy reached her climax, suppressing her long-awaited peak that had been denied for three months.
I remained impassive, while I took a chair and sat before her, waiting for the show to begin.
Anvy's facial muscles suddenly twitched, and her beautiful, sexy body writhed strangely. She was just a step away from the long-desired ecstasy. But this step was as vast as the heavens.
I smiled silently, watching Anvy's expression as she plunged from heaven to hell.
Her eyes showed surprise and despair, and the intensity of her previous contortions significantly decreased.
Even the female body of the succubus tribe could not endure the internal and external assault of two forbidden Incantation. After an hour of torment, Anvy had completely lost consciousness. Her gaze was blank, saliva drooled, and her entire body displayed strong sexual reactions, yet she was unable to achieve final satisfaction. You can call me a pervert, but I simply enjoy watching a beautiful, talented, and exceptionally high-ranking woman gradually transform into a flesh puppet that anyone can manipulate and play with.
"Master... please... quickly... please, Master... give your servant Anvy... Anvy can't take it anymore..."
"You slave, speaking so incoherently, is that how you beg?"
"Oh... I'm sorry... please, Master, put your treasure into... into... your servant Anvy's... Ah... please!"
Witnessing this exquisite beauty of the succubus tribe, this high-ranking, wealthy merchant, begging me in the lowest possible tone to possess her precious body, there is no moment more satisfying for a man.