Four hours….
These were definitely the most unforgettable four hours of Bella’s life.
Bella sat on Charlotte’s lap, his hot breath continually brushing against the side of Charlotte’s face.
“Young Master~”
Bella’s eyes brimmed with love as she gently guided Charlotte’s face to her chest with her slender, jade-like hand.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. This past year, you’ve taken care of me, been so kind… Haven’t you ever wanted more from me? Though I am humble and lowly, my feelings are sincere. I am willing to bear a child for you, Young Master.”
Charlotte played with the girl’s hair, “Do you really like me that much?”
“Young Master Charlotte, do you doubt me?” Without another word, Bella leaned in, trying to claim Charlotte’s lips.
Bella kissed the man before her affectionately.
At first, she was a bit awkward, but soon she slipped naturally into her role—a maid eager to cross class lines and have a romance with a noble Young Master.
Bella’s hand gently caressed Charlotte’s cheek, which gave Charlotte just the chance he needed.
He slid his fingers to exactly where they were needed most.
Only when she was nearly out of breath did Bella reluctantly break away, a silver thread trailing from the corner of her lips.
Bella seemed to have completely immersed herself in the act.
“Young Master, in the future, can we go north together to see the goose-feather snow, the glowing moss on the frozen plains, and the Dragons flying over the snowy peaks? We could build a small wooden cabin together there. Just imagine—outside, the wind and snow raging; inside, the two of us snuggled close….”
The happiness on Bella’s face was almost overflowing. She seemed to have forgotten she was currently sitting completely bare on Charlotte’s lap.
“Keep an eye on the time, Miss Bella. As much as I’d like to keep playing house with you, time waits for no one. I wouldn’t want such a beautiful flower to wilt before my eyes.”
Charlotte responded affectionately, pulling Bella’s face against his own chest.
Bella pursed her lips, clearly annoyed at Charlotte’s sudden change of mood. She complained, a bit aggrieved, “I never said I wouldn’t make you feel good….”
Bella pointed to her own throat, “It still feels like needles, you know. I’m lucky I can even talk right now….”
Charlotte raised his right hand, and a misty Magic Hourglass floated onto his palm.
“Of course, I can sympathize with you, Miss Bella. But time is what it is…. Your only break is when you drink water.”
“Mm… after talking so much with you, I’m actually a bit thirsty myself. You know what I mean, don’t you?”
What mattered to Charlotte today wasn’t flirting with Bella, but using punishments to crush her dignity step by step—only then could his next plan proceed smoothly.
At this moment, she had no room left for resistance. The shame was so great it made her wish she were dead.
“How many times are you going to torment me like this! You might as well just kill me!”
Bella was indignant—she hadn’t even had much to drink, and Charlotte had called her over already.
Besides… how was she supposed to produce that kind of thing? She was still untouched.
Charlotte was clearly making things difficult on purpose.
Bella’s mood plummeted to rock bottom and bounced back in frustration.
She still had no idea what bizarre things this man would have her do next.
If she’d known it would be like this, she’d have rather angered Charlotte enough to have him kill her outright.
But soon Charlotte made her realize this wasn’t just torment; there were, in fact, other ways to quench her thirst….
“Ah!”
Bella lowered her head slightly, muttering through clenched lips, “You bastard…..”
Charlotte’s expression grew dark, “I’ll give you one chance to drink water now…..”
……
Some time later, Charlotte leaned in and whispered into the ear of Bella, who lay gasping on the bed,
“You know, I actually prefer your proud side. Your mouth can be vicious. Didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? And torment Floleen, too? I still remember the look you had when you cursed your father. Why don’t you try cursing me like that, hmm?”
Charlotte rarely showed such a wicked smile, and it caught Bella off guard.
At least now she knew—Charlotte was quite satisfied with her service.
A person at the mercy of another, Bella didn’t dare guess if Charlotte truly wanted her to curse him.
After all, someone as controlling as Charlotte was usually the one doing the scolding, not one who enjoyed being insulted.
Silence….. In the end, Bella made the safest choice.
Since she couldn’t use her Fighting Aura, her body was no different from an ordinary girl’s, and her earlier position had exhausted her completely.
“Hmm… you seem much more obedient now, don’t you? Does that mean I, your Young Master, should give you a little reward?”
Charlotte was rather excited himself. The little roleplay with Bella was actually quite thrilling—so different from Floleen’s innocent love, and strangely refreshing.
Charlotte didn’t bother being polite anymore. He untied the thin cloth binding Bella’s hair and slipped it over her head, covering her eyes.
But it didn’t block everything; Bella could still catch glimpses of the outside world through the dim light.
But this was exactly the effect Charlotte wanted.
“The next scene might be a bit cruel. To keep you from being scared, you’d best close your eyes, Miss Bella….. Don’t look.”
Charlotte then suspended Bella with chains once more. He prepared to use a prop that would give Bella a taste of pain.
Rummaging to the side, Charlotte found a magical tool—a Magic Whip that could be conjured with a supply of mana.
Seeing Charlotte pick up some unknown tool, Bella’s body trembled instantly, and she felt a sudden wetness between her legs.
But as soon as Charlotte actually picked up the Magic Whip, he realized he wasn’t evil enough—too soft, too restrained.
He couldn’t bring himself to hurt Bella’s body in such a way; after all, Bella was already on the verge of becoming his possession. Damaging such a fine asset would pain him as well.
He still had his boundaries; he couldn’t bring himself to shatter Bella’s spirit in the fastest, most brutal way.
“Pa!”
“Pa!”
Charlotte gave Bella’s delicate flesh a few testing lashes with the magic-formed whip.
Two bright red marks appeared instantly on her peach-like curves, and the sharp pain radiated through her body, making her tremble uncontrollably.
Bella fell silent, holding back her reaction with all her might.
“Where’s that haughty attitude you had when you cursed me?”
Pushed to her limits, Bella snapped, “Why don’t you just kill me already! If you don’t intend to work with me, why are you toying with me like this? Just to satisfy your pathetic, twisted heart? Faithful of the Evil God! If you want to take my purity, then just take it! I’ll just pretend I was bitten by a dog…..”
“Pa!”
Another shudder. The chains suspending Bella swayed with her trembling body.
Clenching her lips, she seemed to be suppressing something, unable to spare a thought for speaking.
Charlotte lashed out at her peach-like curves again.
“Heh, Bella, your body seems very sensitive. Do you really like me that much? Do you have special feelings for me? Or maybe you’re trying to provoke me so I’ll be rougher with you? Would that make you feel better?”
“…..”
Bella’s reply was silence. With her eyes covered, Charlotte couldn’t see her expression.
His guess was spot on—his teasing had nearly made Bella lose consciousness.
Bella herself couldn’t understand why she reacted so much to Charlotte.
She admitted she’d been a little smitten at their first meeting, but this man’s despicable personality truly clashed with hers!
Was it just because he was the first man to touch her body?!
But he was also the one she could never forgive, her target for revenge!
Bella Ennis, a noble daughter of a Duke, a woman addressed as “Your Highness” by other nobles—was she really just going to…
Just as Bella was lost in thought, Charlotte struck with the whip once more.
No matter how fiercely Bella denied she was deliberately provoking Charlotte so he’d be rougher, she really only wanted to die—but her body betrayed her.
After a few minutes, Bella was drenched in fragrant sweat, gasping heavily, unable to utter a single full sentence—just a few scattered words escaped her lips.
“No… I… how could I…”
Charlotte glanced at the area beneath Bella’s suspended body. A small puddle had already formed on the floor—he couldn’t tell if it was sweat, or something else.
But he knew: Bella was on the verge of her limits. All she needed was a little push, and she would completely lose control.
Charlotte approached Bella, tossing aside the Magic Whip.
“Miss Bella, you truly are beautiful. Why don’t you consider truly becoming mine?”
“As long as you answer my questions honestly, according to your true feelings, I’ll give you relief. How about it?”
“Why don’t you keep going…. Is it because you think I’m not worth playing with anymore?” Bella breathed out fragrant words.
“No, this time I’m genuinely inviting you to become part of the Mistmoon Family—to become what you call a Faithful of the Evil God.”
Bella was on the verge of losing her ability to think. Now, all she could feel was a boundless emptiness.
Clearly, she was just one step from climbing to the peak, but just one step remained.
Yet the man before her still spoke words she couldn’t comprehend.
Her mind was now filled with just one thought: maybe she should just give in to Charlotte.
He was handsome, strong—the Youngest Third-tier Mage could reduce her to such a state.
Even if she endured the night, her life would still be in his hands. In the end, she would always be at his mercy….
And the way Charlotte’s magnetic voice teased her, Bella truly was on the verge of collapse.
Once this thought surfaced, there was no going back for Bella…..
Charlotte asked seriously, “Listen carefully. I’ll ask only once. Do you believe in the Aetherlan Divine Church?”
“Who cares about that kind of thing…”
Bella blurted out quickly at first, but then mumbled as she realized what she’d just said.
Her final shred of shame kept her from speaking the words directly to Charlotte.
But Charlotte was close; he heard her answer clearly.
Charlotte thought to himself, “So that’s how it is. Looks like Bella doesn’t have any faith in Aetherlan….”
But hearing Bella sob and beg, Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh.
He’d never known he liked this feeling of conquest, but seeing the Duke’s daughter before him in such a state excited him deeply.
“Now is the perfect moment…”
A Magic Circle appeared in Charlotte’s hand, the Star Ring—Dream of the Dark Moon on his left hand glowed brightly.
Mist seeped into the Magic Circle, and Charlotte’s hand gently brushed Bella’s lower back.
An ancient mark entered Bella’s mind without her noticing, blooming with light.
A crystal-clear feeling, like sinking into the sea, filled her head, making her feel as if power surged within her—then vanished in the next instant.
Flushed and embarrassed, Bella had no idea what had just happened.
But as Charlotte’s touch landed on her, the sensation shot through her like electricity.
It was Charlotte’s warmth… The man who had shamed her so deeply could still touch her so tenderly…..
Bella’s eyes went wide—she had actually….