Chapter 3: A Painful Experience

Millie slowly opened her eyes, not knowing how much time had passed.

She tried to remove the blindfold, but her vision was blurred by tears that blocked her sight.

Millie wiped her tears, bit her lip, and stared at the ceiling of the cell.

Her mind was still a little dazed, but she remembered the tragedy that had occurred.

The Witch subjugation had failed, she was backstabbed by a Traitor, and now she was a prisoner beneath the Witch.

The Witch had blindfolded her and forcibly took away her purity. Even now, Millie still didn’t know who that villain truly was.

She didn’t even know the other person’s face, or even their body shape.

All she could remember was the other’s sweet, sticky, and cheerful voice.

“Ugh… it hurts…”

Millie couldn’t help but hold her lower abdomen. The moment her purity was taken, the pain carved itself into her memory, and even now there was a lingering ache.

Suddenly, Millie felt a slight chill.

Only then did she realize she wasn’t wearing any clothes. She was lying naked on the bed, her most important parts exposed to the air.

Her face immediately turned bright red, and she hurriedly wrapped herself in the bedsheet.

Curling up in the corner, she couldn’t help but tremble.

Uu, it feels awful, I want to cry so badly…

Why did this have to happen to me, why do I have to be tormented like this!

Millie pressed her legs tightly together, protecting the parts that were important for a girl.

By chance, she saw the proof of her lost purity on the bedsheet.

Memories swept over her heart, and Millie wrapped her arms around herself, trembling all over. Tears rolled down, almost choking her sobs, but she gritted her teeth and desperately wiped them away.

“No, I can’t give up!…”

Millie clenched her fists, her eyes filled with determination.

Even though her purity was stolen, she couldn’t just sink into despair. She had to escape, she had to return to the Order of the Goddess. Once she recovered, she would return to take her revenge!

She would step on that person’s head and fiercely humiliate that bastard!

Millie opened her palm and tried to cast a spell.

A faint magical power gathered, but Light Arrow did not appear. Her head was still dizzy, her temperature still a bit high—it seemed the Charm Potion’s effects hadn’t worn off yet.

The cell was cold and damp, with only a small window.

It was two meters above the ground, the passage very narrow, and there was a grille above it.

Millie jumped off the bed, wrapping herself in the sheet.

Her legs were shaking, her steps wobbly. The floor was cold, making Millie shiver, but she refused to give up and made her way to the cell door.

Chains were wrapped around the door, with a lock in the middle.

The lock was sturdy, but the chain was rather thin. Millie looked around and found a stone with a sharp edge. She picked it up and struck the chain with all her might.

Clang! Clang!

The noise was rather loud. Millie instinctively stopped.

She perked up her ears but didn’t hear any footsteps. She relaxed and continued pounding the chain. As the saying goes, hard work pays off—the chain cracked open.

With a strong twist, the chain snapped.

She smiled with joy, her heart pounding wildly. She unwrapped the chain and gently placed it on the ground, careful not to make a sound.

She perked up her ears again, but still heard no footsteps.

Millie took a deep breath and wrapped herself tightly in the sheet.

She pushed open the cell door and tiptoed out. Freedom was calling to her, tears brimming in her eyes. Gathering her courage, she quickened her pace and soon reached the exit.

As long as she opened this door, she’d reach the world outside!

Millie didn’t dare to act rashly. She pressed her ear against the door, listening for a long time. There were no footsteps outside, only the distant sounds of a banquet.

It seemed that capturing the Holy Maiden had made them so complacent they’d let down their guard.

Just wait until I escape. See how I’ll deal with you!

Millie made up her mind, twisted the lock open, and as the door swung open, she was stunned in place—because standing before her were two cloaked Witches.

“Holy Maiden, why are you out here?”

The two Witches stepped toward Millie. They wore hoods that concealed their faces, but she could see the ill-intentioned smiles on their lips.

Millie panicked and backed away, accidentally falling to the ground.

“No, stay away from me!…”

Millie clutched her chest and squeezed her legs together, her entire body tensed.

Well, of course. This was the Witch’s hideout—how could there not be guards?

“Don’t worry, we’re not here to toy with you.”

“Eh…?”

Millie looked up with teary eyes.

She had thought the Witches hated her to the bone, that it couldn’t just be one bad elder sister bullying her. Maybe there would be a dozen of them, taking turns tormenting her.

But instead, she saw only looks of disdain.

Witches and the Holy Maiden were irreconcilable enemies; the Witches also disliked Millie. What’s more, Millie bore the Blessing of the Goddess. If they got too close, they risked backlash.

Only Philusa had no such concerns.

After all, Philusa wielded a special power.

“Holy Maiden, shall we take you back now?”

The hooded Witch smiled and grabbed Millie’s wrist. The grip hurt. Millie struggled with all her strength but couldn’t break free.

She could only use one hand to desperately hold onto the bedsheet.

If the sheet fell, they’d see everything! Wasn’t it bad enough that the big villain had seen her, now others would see too? Millie wouldn’t allow that!

She had to protect her privacy, even if she was already a prisoner.

The hooded Witch dragged Millie back to the cell.

She was tossed onto the bed, and when she tried to get up, two Witches pinned her down. They tied her wrists to the bed’s headboard.

“Let… let me go!—”

Millie squirmed, and the sheet over her chest almost slipped.

She didn’t dare move anymore, afraid they’d see her body. She could only bite her lip and desperately hold back her tears—she refused to let them see her looking so pathetic.

“You bastards, just kill me already!…”

“Kill you? That would be letting you off easy, wouldn’t it?”

The Witch smiled, then put the blindfold back on Millie. Millie shook her head, trying to shake it off, but the blindfold was elastic and stayed firmly in place, blocking her sight.

Millie swallowed, feeling a bit resigned.

“Just wait a bit longer. That esteemed one will come to cherish you soon, okay?”

The two Witches shared a look and smile, left the cell, and securely locked the door.

Millie was tied to the bed, unable to move, forced to display herself in shame. She didn’t know how much time passed before the cell door opened again.

The approaching footsteps were light, and the voice was sweet and syrupy.

“Little Holy Maiden, you woke up so soon?”

“You!—You bastard!—”

Millie recognized the voice—it was the Witch who had tormented her.

She still didn’t know the name, only that the other Witches called her “that esteemed one”. Clearly, she was very influential among the Witches.

Philusa licked her lips and walked toward Millie.

Millie tried to struggle, but the sheet slipped, her ample curves exposed.

“Wow, what a beautiful sight!~~”

“Ugh… don’t look!”

Of course Millie could feel the sheet sliding off her skin.

She knew that, in such a humiliating posture, she was being admired wantonly by Philusa.

“By the way, the drug’s effects are wearing off, right?”

“Ugh, the drug…”

Philusa was right. Millie felt her head growing clearer.

The Charm Potion’s effects were fading. Once they were gone, Millie would regain her magic, and then she could pin Philusa to the bed in return.

She would humiliate Philusa,

Trample her underfoot and mercilessly mock her incompetence!

But Philusa took out an Enchantment Potion from the vortex.

She raised her head and drank the pink liquid from the conical flask. Lifting Millie’s chin, she kissed her with the rose-scented liquid still in her mouth.

Millie froze, trying to keep her lips shut.

But Philusa forced her way in.

Millie’s body shuddered, and she could only open her mouth involuntarily.

“Mm… mm-mm-mm!—”

The sweet potion slid down her throat and into her stomach. Millie wanted to cough, but Philusa gripped her throat, forcing her to keep swallowing, tears welling up as she struggled.

Only when Millie had finished the potion did Philusa finally let go, satisfied.

Millie coughed twice, fists clenching in rage.

“You bastard, what did you just feed me?”

“Of course it was a Charm Potion,” Philusa stroked Millie’s hair, “Guaranteed to make you feel heavenly~”

“Heh, always resorting to drugs. Is that because you’re not confident in your own skills?”

“What…”

“And you still blindfold me—what, are you ugly or something?”

“You!—”

Heh, looks like I made her angry.

That feels great! Even if I can’t resist, I’ll humiliate her right back. I’m not that easy to bully!

“Idiot, why don’t you come bite me?”

Millie purposely shook her exposed chest, but her hands and feet were tied. Otherwise, she would have slapped her own butt to anger Philusa even more.

“Hmph, still talking tough at death’s door? Today I’ll be sure to take good care of you!”

“Heh, you?—”

Millie tried to keep up the bravado, but the Charm Potion’s effects hit her like a wave. And with Philusa’s roaming hands, Millie was soon drowning in bliss.

“Relax, the second time won’t hurt. Just enjoy it, okay?”

Millie couldn’t resist. Her mind was in chaos—she only knew that Philusa pounced on her again. In the cold, damp dungeon, she was once more thoroughly humiliated by Philusa.