After ten minutes, Bella’s senses had become unnaturally sharp.
Her body, tormented without pause, was baked hot, every inch of skin seeming to be covered in a thin layer of flame.
And just then, Charlotte had to add a round of “Ice and Fire Double Heaven,” making her suffering all the worse.
Her skin, which had been burning hot just moments ago, suddenly brushed against Charlotte’s slightly cool fingertips.
At first, it was only a faint itch, and Bella could still grit her teeth and endure it.
But this scoundrel quietly urged his Ice Magic, and the coolness at his fingertips instantly turned into fine threads of frost that spread along her skin.
“Charlotte… I’m begging you, please spare me, all right?” Bella’s voice trembled with sobs, shaking uncontrollably.
“I won’t provoke you ever again… I was really wrong… eek—”
The icy sensation made her shudder violently, every muscle in her body tensing as she trembled uncontrollably.
Her eyes were already red, tears falling like beads from a broken string.
Her cheeks burned hot and cold at once, so uncomfortable that she could not help but whimper softly.
“Heh. If I let you off today, do you really think you’d learn your lesson next time?”
Charlotte’s voice carried a hint of amusement, though his eyes hid an unquestionable dominance.
“I was wrong, I really was… please stop tormenting me…” Bella had long since lost her usual pride.
All that remained was pleading. Her soft, tearful voice was like a kitten’s, scratching at one’s heart.
“Where’s that arrogance you had that night?” Charlotte’s fingertips lightly traced her shoulder. “That stubborn, unyielding spirit—where did it go?”
His movements were deliberately probing. The cool touch blossomed against her warm skin, and Bella stiffened all over.
The last trace of resistance in her heart was completely extinguished.
Forget it. She would just give up. Even if she screamed herself hoarse, this man would not show mercy.
From then on, Bella stopped struggling and simply endured in silence, her shoulders trembling slightly as suppressed sobs echoed softly through the room.
The silence lasted several minutes. Watching her on the verge of tears, Charlotte unconsciously eased the strength in his fingers, his tone carrying a trace of cautious probing.
“You really can’t take it anymore?”
Bella immediately nodded hard, her reddened eyes brimming with tears. She cried as if she had suffered a great injustice, looking pitiful beyond words.
He raised his hand to undo the chains binding her, then turned to the wardrobe and took out a set of soft clothes, carefully helping her put them on.
Thinking about it calmly now, he really had gone a bit too far today. She had cried so hard earlier, and he had pretended not to hear—it was indeed excessive.
But the very next second, Bella, now dressed, suddenly curled her lips into a smile. A crafty glint flashed in her eyes as she secretly reveled. ‘Heh heh, you finally fell for it!’
This time, she had not been poisoned at all. The Fighting Aura within her was abundant, and with the physical prowess of a fourth-rank swordsman, pinning Charlotte onto the bed would be effortless.
Today, she would make this man who always controlled everything understand that she was not just a toy to be played with—she was also a woman qualified to stand above him!
Catching Charlotte off guard, Bella lunged forward, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling his waist, a wicked grin on her face.
“What are you trying to do?”
“I want you to experience a situation where screaming is useless!” Bella said smugly, pressing both hands firmly against Charlotte’s shoulders.
She thought that even if it was only once, truly holding the initiative would be enough.
But Charlotte just happened to enjoy seeing her yearning yet failing. How could he possibly grant her wish?
In his heart, the only one who could stay on top of him without restraint had always been Floleen alone.
With a thought, invisible Magic Chains appeared once more, instantly wrapping around Bella, who had just broken free, firmly fixing her against him.
The sudden turn of events stunned Bella. The arrogance from moments ago vanished from her light-purple eyes, replaced by sheer panic and unease.
Her rich array of expressions amused Charlotte greatly. This was also something he liked about her—always so vivid, never hiding her emotions.
“What are you doing!” Bella struggled, but the chains did not budge at all. She could only glare at him angrily. “You bad man! Can’t you give me a break just once?”
“Heh… lying to me about not being able to take it is one thing,” Charlotte said, lightly pinching her cheek, his tone carrying indulgent reproach.
“You were calling me Master just now, and now you’re calling me a bad man. Are you planning a rebellion again?”
Bella’s body trembled lightly, and the last bit of defiance instantly vanished without a trace. She could only resign herself obediently.
The stubbornness faded from her eyes, replaced by a dazed, aggrieved look, like a little maid awaiting her Master’s judgment.
“No… I just… wanted to make Master feel more comfortable…” Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with ingratiation, completely devoid of the earlier dominance.
‘Anyway, it’s already happened once. There will be countless times in the future, so it’s nothing…’ Bella tried to console herself, but she still underestimated Charlotte’s forcefulness.
His palm rested lightly on her neck. He did not apply force, yet it carried an invisible pressure that made her instinctively hold her breath.
Her delicate neck, enveloped by his hand, flushed a faint red. She could not help swallowing, the movement of her throat clearly transmitted to Charlotte’s palm.
Bella said nothing, only gazing at him with moist eyes, allowing him to draw close to her in this controlling manner.
Just as she was about to run out of breath, Charlotte slowly loosened his grip, his fingertips gently rubbing over her reddened skin.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Bella immediately lifted her head, gulping in fresh air.
Her chest heaved violently, her cheeks flushing an enticing red from lack of oxygen.
The Magic Chains vanished in an instant. Losing her support, Bella collapsed weakly into Charlotte’s arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest.
Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, the panic and unease from before gradually dissipated, leaving only a trace of post-ordeal fatigue.
After resting for a while, Bella lifted her head, understanding dawning in her eyes.
Charlotte’s “pre-meal dessert” was already finished. Next would be the main course.
She obediently raised her hands to remove her clothes, only to be stopped by Charlotte.
“Why are you taking them off?” Charlotte pressed down on the fingers undoing her buttons, his gaze falling on her long legs clad in stockings, his tone carrying a lazy appreciation.
“Huh?” Bella froze, looking at him in confusion. “But these are the clothes you gave me… I don’t want to dirty them…”
Charlotte said nothing. He simply leaned down and gently bit her moist lips.
His kiss was domineering and possessive, his tongue prying open her teeth and plundering freely between her lips with an irresistible tenderness.
At the same time, his palm, through the soft fabric, lightly stroked her back, his fingertips occasionally brushing her sensitive waistline, making her body tremble softly.
“If you like them, I can give you a couple more in the future. For now, just keep them on.”
“All right…” Bella’s voice carried a barely perceptible breathiness, her cheeks so red they seemed ready to drip blood.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly gathered her courage and whispered, “Also… could you knead my shoulders a bit more?”
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, looking at her with some curiosity. “Why?”
“I heard… I heard it can make the lines look nicer,” Bella’s voice grew smaller and smaller, her cheeks burning hot. “Don’t you like balanced proportions?”
Looking down at her shy expression, Charlotte could not help chuckling. His fingertips lightly pinched her cheek.
“Everyone has their own merits. Compared to deliberately chasing size, I prefer how you are now—balanced and good-looking.”
“Really?” Bella’s eyes lit up, then she asked tentatively, “Then between Floleen and me, whose figure do you like more?”
“Floleen,” Charlotte answered instantly, without a second’s thought.
Bella immediately puffed up her cheeks in anger, glaring at him like a steamed bun. Yet her body grew ever softer under his continued closeness…