I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

She lost.

In this psychological battle of wits, aimed at destroying the other man's will, she suffered a crushing defeat. Not only did she fail to crush his pride, she found herself in a predicament from which to retreat.

She found herself somewhat restless; the scalding heat emanating from the fabric stirred a strange flutter in her heart, which had long been as cold as an iceberg.

This feeling filled her with extreme fear.

"Enough." Enoria's voice suddenly turned cold, reverting to her emotionless, superior demeanor.

"You've won this round. But do you think this will make me give in?"

Lynn looked at Enoria's eyes, which had suddenly turned cold, and his heart sank slightly. He knew that this woman's psychological defenses were stronger than he had imagined. That moment of panic was the biggest flaw she could reveal.

Lynn slowly loosened the chains in his hands.

Enolia immediately sat up and quickly rolled off Lynn and got off the bed.

With her back to Lynn, she tidied her disheveled silk camisole with slightly trembling hands, then picked up her black coat from the floor and put it back on, covering up all her exposed skin.

When she turned around again, her face had regained its flawless, icy expression.

“Your capital is indeed astonishing,” Enoria said in an almost cruelly calm tone, “but unfortunately, even the strongest beast can only be kept in a cage.”

She walked to the cell door and placed her hand on the magic circle.

“I will not give you Alice, nor will I give you any more chances to negotiate.” Enoria did not turn around. “Since you like playing with fire so much, then I will grant your wish. From today onwards, you will stay in this dungeon forever.”

Chapter 190 Sinking

The heavy steel prison door was pushed open from the outside.

Lynn didn't look up; just by hearing the familiar sound of high heels clicking on the ground, he knew who had come.

For seven whole days, this powerful and ruthless empress dowager, like a lioness surveying her territory, appeared in this underground prison precisely at midnight every day.

"Your Majesty the Empress Dowager arrived thirteen minutes earlier today than yesterday." Lynn leaned against the headboard, shaking the demon-sealing shackles on his wrists that emitted a faint, eerie light. "It seems the long nights in the palace are even more unbearable than you imagined."

Enolia did not speak.

She slammed the heavy iron door shut behind her, and as the pale blue soundproof barrier lit up again, the entire cell instantly transformed into a secluded chamber isolated from the world.

Today she wore a deep purple off-the-shoulder velvet dress, with a very thin black lace shawl over it.

As she drew closer, a unique fragrance, a blend of cool rose and potent potion, permeated the air with an unbridled intensity, stronger and more aggressive than in the days before.

“Your tongue is still so annoying.” Enoria walked to the bedside and looked down at Lynn.

"If you find me annoying, why do you come every day, Your Highness?" Lynn's lips curled into a playful smile, his gaze slid from the breathtaking whiteness of her collarbone down to the perfect curves of her waist with utter audacity. "Is it because the view from the dungeon is so beautiful, or because... I'm so useful?"

"Snapped!"

A dark blue whip lashed out at the bed beside Lynn, tearing a deep groove in the exquisitely made sheet.

Enolia's chest heaved slightly, her phoenix eyes fixed on Lynn: "I came to see if your bones have softened."

"Really?" Lynn was not intimidated at all. Instead, he leaned forward and closed the distance between them. "But why do I feel that Your Highness comes here every night not for any intelligence or secrets?"

Enoria sneered, then suddenly stepped forward, her right knee slamming into the edge of the bed, her upper body pressing down like a venomous snake hunting its prey. She stretched out her right hand, gloved with black lace, and grabbed Lynn's chin.

"Then what do you think I'm doing this for? For your lowly body locked in an iron cage?" Enoria's voice was low, with a hint of hoarse provocation.

"Your Highness knows better than I do why." Lynn met her gaze and glanced down without any attempt to hide it.

Because of Enoria's forward-leaning, oppressive posture, the deep purple collar of her dress hung down completely in front of him.

A deep ravine rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

The stunning curves and fair, jade-like skin exuded a deadly allure under the dim, magical lights of the prison cell.

Lynn could even feel the incredible heat emanating from her skin.

“The day before yesterday, Your Highness stepped on me for thirteen minutes; yesterday, Your Highness sat here for half an hour, and when you left, your skirt was a little disheveled.” Lynn’s voice carried a devilish seduction, “And today? How does Your Highness plan to torture me?”

"you shut up!"

A flash of anger and embarrassment crossed Enolia's eyes. She straightened up abruptly, raised her right leg, clad in a pointed high heel, and once again ruthlessly stomped on Lynn's chest.

This is her favorite pose these days—using absolute power and dignity to trample the man who dared to offend her underfoot, trying to see humiliation and begging for mercy in his eyes.

But this time, Lynn did not let her step on it.

Just as the sharp heel was about to press against his heart, Lynn's shackled hands suddenly flipped upwards, grabbing the thin black stockings on her ankle with remarkable precision.

"How dare you touch me?" Enoria shouted, instinctively trying to pull back.

“Your Highness, the same trick gets boring if you use it too often.” Lynn not only didn’t let go, but instead used the iron chain on his wrist to pull it down.

Enoria hadn't expected him to have such explosive power even under the suppression of the Demon-Sealing Shackles. Her center of gravity, which was standing on one leg, instantly became unbalanced, and she fell forward uncontrollably.

She gasped in surprise, and to avoid falling to the ground in an embarrassing manner, she could only brace herself with her hands on either side of Lynn's thighs. Her right leg, which Lynn was holding, was then pulled over Lynn's body.

In this way, her entire voluptuous and alluring body straddled Lynn's lap in an extremely humiliating and ambiguous posture.

"Let go!" Enoria's face was flushed red as she gritted her teeth and tried to struggle to get up.

But Lynn's hand traveled up her ankle, brazenly caressing the perfectly toned muscles on her calves through the silky, cool black stockings.

The rough friction of her palms sent a shiver through Enolia, and she couldn't help but let out a very soft gasp.

“Your Highness, this outfit is much more stylish than the black one you wore a few days ago.” Lynn seemed oblivious to the murderous glint in her eyes. Although his hands were locked, he moved with remarkable agility along the curve of her calves, all the way to behind her knees, and then gently pushed upwards.

“You’re insane… Do you believe I’ll kill you…” Enoria’s voice trembled, but for some reason, her hands, which were braced on Lynn’s legs, did not push him away. Instead, she gripped the fabric of Lynn’s trousers tightly because of her rapid breathing.

She discovered she was sick.

For the past seven days, she has used the same excuse every day to convince herself to enter this dungeon.

But every time this man looked at her with those wild and lustful eyes, even provoking her with words and actions, her heart, which had been frozen for so long, would tremble.

That tremor contained not only anger at being offended, but also a thrill and desire she absolutely dared not admit.

"If you kill me, who will play this forbidden game with Your Highness in the dead of night?" Lynn looked at her red lips so close to his own, feeling the amazing elasticity and warmth emanating from her body, and his smile grew wider and wider.

He had originally intended to use the black box as leverage to force her to let him and Alice leave. But after a few days, he discovered that this iron-fisted empress dowager's actions were far more honest than her words.

The privilege of being able to hold the kingdom's supreme ruler in his arms and wantonly defile her every day, watching her go from being high and mighty to blushing, gradually gave rise to an extremely dangerous addiction in him.

Lynn thrust his waist upwards slightly, slamming into Enolia's suspended body with extreme force.

Enoria was struck dumb, her phoenix eyes widening in disbelief, the coldness that belonged to a superior finally shattering completely in her eyes.

The air in the cell seemed to have solidified into molten lava.

Enoria remained frozen in that humiliating yet extremely ambiguous position, pressed against Lynn's body.

The astonishing heat and aggressive touch transmitted through the fabric were deeply imprinted on the most sensitive nerves of her body.

"You... despicable!" Enoria squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, her once majestic phoenix eyes now appearing exceptionally alluring.

She wanted to raise her hand to slap him, but as soon as she moved, a tingling sensation came from the legs that Lynn was holding behind her knees. Instead of being able to move away, her whole body was pressed down even more heavily.

"A perfect fit".

These four words flashed through their minds simultaneously.

Lynn let out a pleasant chuckle. He could clearly feel that Her Highness the Empress Dowager's body, after the initial stiffness, was uncontrollably going limp.

The scent of rose potion emanating from her body grew stronger with her body heat, even carrying a hint of emotion.

"Your Highness verbally calls me lowly, yet your body clings to me tighter than anyone else's." Lynn's hands, though bound by shackles, were not idle. Although his range of motion was limited, his fingertips had already slipped along the edge of the black stockings and into the hem of the dark purple velvet skirt. "Your Highness stayed here for half an hour yesterday. How long do you plan to stay today?"

"Take your filthy hands off me..." Enoria's voice had lost its strength, sounding more like a reluctant gasp.

She wanted to leave immediately because she couldn't accept that she was being chained to the legs of a prisoner, and even... enjoying this desecration.

Yes, enjoy it.

As Lynn's rough fingertips traced the extremely sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh, something seemed to explode in Enolia's mind.

"Your Highness's skin is hotter than it was a few days ago." Lynn looked at her beautiful face flushed red, his eyes filled with predatory greed. He suddenly exerted force, grabbing the soft flesh of her waist and pulling her forward.

"Well!"

Caught off guard, Enolia's upper body crashed directly into Lynn's arms.

Her fair and slender neck was forced to rise, and a layer of water appeared in her beautiful phoenix eyes.

"Don't go too far..." She lay on Lynn's broad chest, her voice trembling noticeably. The cold arrogance that belonged to someone in a superior position was completely torn apart at this moment, leaving only a mature woman tormented by a sense of taboo to the point of near collapse.

"Excessive?" Lynn lowered his head, his warm breath hitting her sensitive earlobe precisely. "If this is excessive, then what about Your Highness deliberately dressing like this every night to come to my cell these past few days? Is he here to give me charity, or... to beg me to educate you?"

“I didn’t.” Enoria suddenly raised her head, trying to refute.

But what she met was Lynn's aggressive eyes.

"No?" Lynn sneered. "Then why is Your Highness trembling? Why don't you call the heavily armored knights outside to chop my bones to pieces? Why... are your hands so wet?"

The last sentence pierced through Enoria's last line of self-deception.

Her face flushed crimson instantly. She opened her mouth, wanting to curse this demon who had seen through her very soul with the most vicious words, but only soft gasps escaped her throat.

She had to admit that she was addicted.

In this cold and calculating royal palace, only in this dimly lit dungeon, in front of this man who dared to treat her like an ordinary woman or even a plaything, could she truly understand what it meant to be alive.

That forbidden game, teetering on the edge of destruction and extreme pleasure, was like a deadly poison. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see in her mind was Lynn's wild gaze and strong physique.

“Speak, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager.” Lynn’s hands were no longer satisfied with her legs. Using the length of the chain, he hooked the neckline of her off-the-shoulder velvet dress and pulled it down with a little force.

A vast expanse of exquisite whiteness and fullness instantly comes into view.

Enolia shuddered and instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands, but Lynn turned his head and bit her fair, jade-like collarbone.

"!"

A slight stinging sensation, accompanied by an extremely unfamiliar electric current, caused Enoria to completely collapse into Lynn's arms.

She gripped Lynn's shoulders tightly with both hands, her nails almost piercing his shirt.

With her eyes closed, she felt the man's unbridled demands and marks on her body, and her proud heart sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of greed.

“Tomorrow… I’ll bring you the best medicine…” Enoria breathed in Lynn’s ear, her voice so weak it was like a dream, “Your wrists… are raw from the shackles…”

Hearing her words, which sounded almost like a compromise and a sign of concern, Lynn smiled.

He knew that the power in this psychological and physical battle had completely shifted.

This arrogant and ruthless empress dowager has fallen into his grasp and can never escape.

Just as the dangerous passion between the two was about to break through the last barrier and completely spiral out of control.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, without warning, the magic-sealing shackles on Lynn's wrists burst forth with a red light, and an extremely evil magical wave surged up from the depths of the ground, causing the entire cell floor to tremble violently!

The sudden, violent tremor caused the magical lights in the cell to flicker wildly. In the dim light, the dazed and emotional look in Enolia's eyes was instantly shattered.

She almost instinctively rolled off Lynn, her movements somewhat clumsy due to her weakness, and she almost tripped over the chains on his legs.

"Damn it... it's the earth vein array at the bottom of the palace!"

Ignoring her disheveled, almost naked deep purple velvet dress, Enolia reached out and took out a magic stone, quickly stabilizing the shaking walls of the cell.

Lynn ignored the violent shaking and leaned back lazily against the headboard, his gaze greedily admiring Enoria's flustered yet alluring appearance.

"It seems Your Highness's palace isn't as secure as you imagined." Lynn licked his lips, where the faint scent of roses from the Empress Dowager's skin still lingered. "What? Has a foreign enemy invaded?"

Enoria turned her head and glared fiercely at Lynn with her phoenix eyes.

If looks could kill, Lynn would have been torn to pieces by now.

"You'd better pray the palace is alright." She quickly pulled up her collar, which had slipped down to her arms, to cover her alluring cleavage, and said in an almost icy tone, "If anything happens to Olivier, I swear, no matter what you have on him, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Is that so?" Lynn was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised his hands, making the shackles make a crisp sound. "But why did I feel just now that Your Highness would rather I use these hands to strip you naked?"

"you!"

Just as Enoria was about to lash out, a communication crystal hanging from her waist suddenly emitted a blinding crimson light.

Immediately afterwards, Chief Mage Victor's anxious and panicked voice pierced through the soundproof barrier and echoed throughout the cell:

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! That immortal girl has broken through the defenses and secretly escaped."

Chapter 191 Rats Invaded