Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Liu Xia couldn't help but smile bitterly. Could it be that the princess wanted her to force her to kill her most trusted guard?

"Your Highness, what exactly is going on here...?"

"It's nothing, I just didn't want Gerberly to get in my way. But judging from your reaction, Liu Xiaqing, it seems there are other effects as well~"

Tipalotura's soft laughter reached her ears, startling Ryuka. She hadn't even realized that Tipalotura had pressed her body against hers! A delicate yet deeply penetrating fragrance wafted over, enveloping Ryuka's body completely!

The power of a witch? Ryuuya felt his breath catch in his throat, his body seemingly out of control! Just as he was about to use his spiritual power to resist, a soft touch suddenly landed on his lower body. Tipalotura's soft hand had already covered the high tent of his chest, gently caressing it, making Ryuuya gasp.

It was just a light, unskilled touch! How could this be… Ryuga clenched his teeth, his knuckles turning white. A surge of intense stimulation coursed through his body, making him stiffen and his breathing become rapid. Sure enough, Tipalotura, as a witch, possessed an innate allure that was far from ordinary. But what exactly did she want?!

Ryuga forced himself to take a deep breath, trying his best to suppress the surging desire in his heart. A golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes—he was preparing to use the power of order to break through the alluring restraints brought by the witch's power on Tipalotura and stop this out-of-control situation.

Just then, Tipalotura's gentle voice slowly rang out, tinged with a hint of barely perceptible shyness and fluster, as she softly explained, "Don't be nervous, Ryuu Xiaqing, I didn't mean to... After all, this is my first time doing something like this, so it's inevitable that I'm a little excited and can't control the magic power within me..."

"Ugh! Waaaaaah!!! Waaaaah!!!!"

Bound by tentacles and placed in a corner, Gerberi's emotions became even more agitated upon seeing this scene. A suppressed and desperate sob escaped her throat as she struggled more violently, her eyes brimming with resentment and unwillingness—she simply couldn't believe that her most beloved prince would do such a thing to Ryusha.

Tipalotura seemed completely oblivious to Gerberi beside her. She gently raised her hand, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and gave Ryūka a gentle yet alluring smile. She slowly turned around to face Ryūka directly.

The two stood close to each other, their eyes locked, their breaths audible. This ambiguous and intimate scene made Gerberly's sobs even more piercing, her heart filled with a mixture of grievance and shame, yet she couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

Liu Xia was filled with doubts and couldn't figure out Tipalotura's thoughts at all. Just as she was about to ask her, she saw Tipalotura's deep blue eyes suddenly close gently, and one hand slowly raised, gently lifting the lower half of the white veil on her face to reveal a section of her fair and delicate chin and soft lips.

Before Ryuga could react, Tipalotura's body gently pressed against him, and the next second, a warm, soft touch gently landed on his lips—the touch was delicate and soft, carrying the faint fragrance unique to witches, instantly shattering most of Ryuga's restraint.

Chapter 14: Nearly Turning Against Each Other

Tipalotura's lips were warm and soft, and though her technique was clumsy and awkward, it concealed an undisguised boldness and passion. This sudden kiss instantly disrupted Ryusha's heartstrings! Lips touching were not unfamiliar to him, but Tipalotura's unique, rich yet refreshing witch's fragrance, following the tip of her tongue, suddenly invaded his mind, lingering and unforgettable.

The cool, ticklish sensation of the white veil lingered around his nose. Through this thin veil, the princess's warm breath was clearly audible, brushing against his skin and sending shivers down his spine. Tipalotura's trembling eyelashes betrayed the girlish panic and shyness beneath her feigned boldness; yet, sensing the surprise and hesitation in Ryūka's eyes, her lips and tongue grew even more intense, licking and biting with a force that almost disturbed his senses, as if she wanted to pour all her youthful innocence and passion into this kiss.

As their lips parted, a thin, silvery thread of saliva gently clung to her lips before silently slipping away. The falling veil once again covered Tipalotura's face, leaving only her deep blue eyes, gleaming with a watery sheen. Only their heavy, rapid breaths filled the room, mingling together to create an atmosphere both ambiguous and tense.

This kiss almost burned away all of Ryuka's remaining rationality. Tipalotura was no ordinary witch; her allure and passion made Ryuka feel his blood boiling, and only one thought remained in his mind—to hold this high and mighty princess tightly in his arms and possess her completely.

But...why?! What is this princess, who has always been aloof, distant, and mysterious, thinking?

Ryūsha clenched his teeth, forcibly suppressing the surging desire within him. He raised his hand and gently wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, his gaze complex as he looked at Tipalottura. He knew that asking "why" at this moment would be incredibly unromantic, but the confusion swirling in his mind ultimately overwhelmed the ambiguity, transforming into a heavy breath. His expression was strange, his tone a mix of teasing and doubt, as he tentatively probed Tipalottura:

"I thought you'd be more skilled..."

Upon hearing this, Tipalotura's deep blue eyes flashed with a hint of provocation. She gently placed her hands on Ryūka's chest, her fingertips applying slight pressure, a sly smile playing on her lips, her tone flippant:

"You have quite a few requirements for a girl's first kiss~"

A first kiss! Ryuga could clearly feel the slight trembling in her fingers as she pressed her hands to his chest, her breathing still erratic—clearly, she was only putting on a show of composure, her heart a turmoil of panic. At this moment, he was absolutely certain that the awkward yet passionate kiss he had just experienced was indeed the princess's first kiss.

This seemed perfectly natural to Tipalotura, who had never been rumored to have been close to any man, but Ryūka's sense of unease grew stronger. After all, he had never actively pursued this princess! Could it be that just a few months of living together and working as allies had made her so proactive towards him?

You must know, she is Tipalotura—the noble thirteenth princess of the Otus Empire! But how could a powerful figure who wields the power of order and possesses the blood of a witch so easily give away her first kiss?

Unless... she's just trying to control herself through this method!

Ryūka snorted softly, and began to gather the power of order to slowly expel Tipalotura's image of her. Her tone held a hint of resentment as she explained her earlier words:

"Can't you glimpse the experiences of other witches? Even without actual experience, those observations alone shouldn't have caused your first kiss to be so explosive, right? Look, I almost bit your lip until it bled."

"Hehe~ You two-faced bastard~" Tipalotura chuckled, her gaze fixed on Ryuxia's face as if admiring the most interesting work of art in the world. Her tone was playful yet carried an undeniable air of authority. "You're clearly enjoying yourself, yet you're still changing the subject. Everyone says you're mature and composed, but in my eyes, you're still just a little brat~"

"Tsk!"

These words instantly ignited a nameless fire within Liu Xia, a surge of heat and irritation welling up within him. With a thud, he abruptly raised his hand and pressed it against the wall, cornering Tipalotura tightly. His figure loomed closer, his tone vicious, filled with suppressed rage:

"Give me your reasons! Otherwise, I don't care about being a princess or anything like that, I'll just take care of you right now!"

As he spoke, to coerce her, Ryusha raised his knee and gently nudged Tipalottura's crotch. But at that moment, Tipalottura lightly touched Ryusha's heart with her fingertip—the next second, Ryusha felt all the blood rush to his head, his desire surging even more fiercely, yet Tipalottura in his eyes suddenly became sacred and inviolable. It was as if an invisible barrier separated the two of them; even though his desire was about to overflow, about to explode, Tipalottura was like a figure in a painting, only able to watch from afar, unable to reach out and touch her even a fraction!

This mind-disrupting magic is even more intense than when I was in close contact with the consciousness of the cruel witch Bella!

"Damn it! What exactly do you want?!"

Sensing something was wrong, Ryuu jumped back abruptly, his eyes bloodshot and his expression ferocious. He felt as if every nerve in his body was being scorched by fire, his desires suppressed yet unable to find release—it was as if he had been given the most potent drug in the world, only this time, he wasn't the one disciplining others, but rather being firmly grasped and ruthlessly controlled. This humiliation and unease intertwined, instantly transforming into a surging rage that spread wildly through his heart.

I'm not in the right state of mind!

If Ruka could attribute the witch-like aura she exuded during their previous kisses to Tipalotura's instincts or a prank, her current state defied explanation! A sense of 'submission' to Tipalotura was spreading through her like poison, almost taking control of her consciousness! She was turning herself into her devoted follower!

This was nothing short of a betrayal! Ryusha's chest heaved violently, his anger almost bursting from his throat! He stared intently at Tipalotura, even preparing for battle... What on earth was this woman up to? First, she offered him a kiss, arousing his desire, then she used magic to bind him tightly, almost turning him into a puppet to be manipulated—this wasn't teasing, this was blatant manipulation!

"What are you doing?" Tipalotura was questioned, and she shrugged with a hint of resentment. "Of course, it's self-defense, Ryusha-ko. Is this the only way you treat women?"

Faced with Tipalotura's ambiguous sophistry, Ryusha snorted coldly:

"You won't let me touch you, huh? No problem, there are other women here too."

Seeing that Tipalotura made no further move, Ryusha smiled coldly, his gaze suddenly shifting to the bound Gerberi beside him. The female knight's suppressed sobs instantly turned into terrified whimpers. She stared at Ryusha approaching her with utter fear. The young man exuded a chilling rage, his eyes blazing with fury, each step carrying an overwhelming sense of dominance, as if he were about to tear her clothes to shreds and devour her completely—this sight terrified Gerberi, causing her to frantically struggle like a rattle-drum, desperate whimpers escaping her throat.

"Waaaah! Ughhhhh!!!"

This almost pleading sob acted like a taut string, instantly shattering Tipalotura's playful mood. She immediately dropped her teasing expression and, behind Ryūka, let out a clear, cold shout:

"Liu Xiaqing, is this all the patience you can muster?"

She merely gave him a cold shout, without stopping him? Nor did she apply any further witch's charm? Ryuka felt slightly relieved. It seemed that although she didn't understand what tricks Tipalotura was playing, she didn't appear to be ready to break off relations with him. But even so, Ryuka couldn't tolerate her actions just now.

In any case, you have to keep the initiative in your own hands!

"Heh~ Your Highness, you'd better not play riddles with me."

Ignoring Tipalotura's intimidation, Ryusha strode forward and grabbed Gerberi's chin with a firm grip, his thumb slowly caressing her delicate jawline and neck. The strong knuckles combined with the suggestive teasing caused Gerberi, already terrified, to sob pitifully, her eyes glazing uncontrollably, her breathing becoming erratic, and her body involuntarily weakening.

Deliberately provoking Tipalotura with this behavior, seeing her brows furrow and her body radiating unease and tension, Ryusha knew he had done the right thing. He pressed himself even more brazenly against Gerberi's body, kneading her breasts and savoring the sweet scent she exuded.

The female knight's lithe and shapely body was close at hand, the faint scent of sweat mingling with her unique fragrance, lingering around his nose, stirring a restless desire. Ryusha deliberately slowed his movements, wantonly teasing Gerberi under Tipalottura's gaze, then slowly turned to look at Tipalottura, his eyes filled with disappointment, and said:

“Tipallotura, since we met, we have each had our own paths and purposes, but I have neither betrayed you nor overstepped my bounds to probe your secrets!”

"What happened tonight was your own doing. Not to mention that as a witch, you could never possibly be attracted to me, and just now you even tried to completely bewitch me! Yet you turn around and say that I lacked patience? Heh~ Princess Tipalotura, if you don't make things clear, we might as well part ways today!"

Seeing the clarity and anger in Ryūka's eyes, Tipalotura understood—although the heat in his body had not yet subsided, the power of order had helped him completely regain control of his consciousness.

Seeing this, she was both angry and annoyed, but also seemed to have a hint of joy and a wry smile. She quickly waved her hand, and her tone returned to seriousness:

"I understand... I was just teasing you, Liu Xiaqing. Stop right there and let me explain..."

"Teasing?"

Ryuu raised an eyebrow, smiling as she slipped her hand under Gerberi's skirt. With Gerberi suspended in mid-air by the gel tentacles, her fingertips traced a path up the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and then… she applied a slight pressure!

"Mmm...mmm..."

Gerberly let out a distorted sob, and Ryusha looked up at Tipalotura, her tone tinged with provocation.

"Then do you want to see how I flirt with Gerberly?"

Is there an unexpected bonus in Chapter 15?

With a sudden upward flick of her fingers, Ryuka immediately felt them enveloped by a pair of full lips. The slippery touch of her fingertips was followed by the intense heat of Gerberly's body, and at the same time, her eyes rolled back violently, and she trembled as she let out a scream!

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

"Liu Xiaqing! Stop right now! Not yet!!!"

Tipalotura's reprimand reached her ears, and the princess blushed, her eyes filled with tension and displeasure. She clenched her fists and involuntarily took a step forward. Her nervousness was genuine; she was truly afraid that Ryūka would lose control and do something further to Gerberi.

Seeing Tipalotura's flustered state, Ryūka's vengeful desires were greatly satisfied, not to mention the unparalleled suction on his fingers! In the sticky, warm juices, Gerberi's little mouth below seemed alive, sucking tightly on his fingers, wishing it could swallow them immediately. But she herself resisted fiercely, which only made Ryūka feel even more pleasure.

"Wow~ This feels absolutely amazing~ It would probably make anyone swoon if you put it in, right, Your Highness Tipalotura?"

Liu Xia grinned mischievously, a slight upturn to his lips, and his fingers began to tease her gently, causing Gerberly, whose mouth was covered, to let out a series of inappropriate, distorted gasps through her nose, which echoed throughout the room.

"Mmm~ Mmm mmm!! Mmm mmm~~~~"

Being stared at directly by the princess she served, Gerberi's body trembled! A powerful jet of water shot out from her body, splattering heavily onto Liuxia's palm. The way her palm shielded her caused the water jet to explode, cascading down from under her skirt like a shower, filling the entire room with a strong and mellow feminine scent!

Feeling Gerberi's body go limp and she came after only a few touches, Ryuka, while excited, curled her lip in disgust, pulled her hand out from under Gerberi's nightgown, wiped it on her full, fleshy breasts, smearing the juices all over the nightgown, and then looked coldly at Tipalotura and said:

"What trash! This kind of useless hole is so bad I don't even want to bother with it. Not to mention, Your Highness Tipalotura, what exactly were you trying to do just now? Please tell me."

"Ryuka, you've gone a little too far!"

Listening to Ryūka's wanton teasing and humiliation of Gerberi, Tipalotura, usually so aloof and calm, could no longer contain her anger. She lowered her voice in a furious stern rebuke of Ryūka. But her voice was naturally clear and melodious; even with anger, it remained captivating, failing to frighten Ryūka in the slightest. Instead, it fueled his provocation even more.

"Is that so?"

Liu Xia scoffed, her face showing complete indifference. Without stopping, she walked straight toward the door, her tone resolute.

"Let's call it a night. From now on, we'll go our separate ways and have nothing to do with each other. If you want to turn against me, I'll be happy to oblige. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

This sudden departure, this clear intention to completely break away from Otus's camp, instantly made Tipalottura clench her fists, her knuckles turning white, a flicker of panic in her eyes. This subtle panic was caught by Ryūka, instantly solidifying one thing in his mind—Tipalottura couldn't do without him; she had to rely on him to resolve the demonic desires and lifespan crisis plaguing Gerberi!

Not only that, Ryuka secretly pondered: if he could truly channel the demonic desires of witches by having intercourse with them using the abilities granted by Bell, and extend their lifespans without weakening their strength, then Gerberi would not be the first. All of Tipalotura's sisters who possessed witch blood would need him!

Although he was unwilling to thank the cruel witch Belle from the bottom of his heart, he had to admit that the woman had indeed given him an unexpected trump card. Simply being able to glimpse the witch's deepest desires, combined with his own pure power of order, had become a key force capable of deflecting a great weight with minimal effort and truly influencing the witch's constitution! This bargaining chip was enough for him to stand tall before Tipalotura.

Are you... threatening me?

Tipalotura gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with barely perceptible tension. In her view, Ryūsha was merely acting out of spite, deliberately threatening to leave the alliance to coerce her. She would never truly turn against her over such a trivial matter—after all, Ryūsha's stronghold, Sochi, wouldn't magically disappear; he still needed the Empire's approval to maintain his rule, and the alliance between the two was crucial for both of them!

But would she really dare to gamble? No! In her mind, teenage boys are always foolish and impulsive. They clearly understand the importance of rationality, but they always cut off all their escape routes because of a moment of impulse, and even drag everyone around them down with them!

Tap, tap… Ryuka's footsteps grew closer, until she was only a few steps from the door, her resolute posture showing no sign of hesitation. Finally, Tipalotura's tense shoulders slumped, and she slowly lowered her proud head, her tone carrying a hint of resentment yet helplessness, as if surrendering, she softly called out:

"Wait...it was my fault, I'll explain..."

"Ugh! Waaah..."

Seeing the usually aloof and noble princess in such a vulnerable and submissive state, Gerberi, who had just been exhausted, used her last bit of strength to lift her tired eyelids with trembling eyes, her eyes filled with urgency and heartache. She shook her head desperately at her beloved princess, letting out a weak sob, as if desperately trying to stop her from confessing—she could not let the princess lower herself and bow down to Liuxia for her sake.

Kerusha slowly turned around, her gaze landing on Tipalotura with a half-smile. Her certainty and arrogance ultimately forced Tipalotura to resign herself to her fate, and she softly apologized, slowly explaining:

"I didn't mean to control you. What I did just now was merely to stimulate the power of order within you, to unleash its strongest resistance against the witch's power..."

Her voice carried a hint of helplessness as she slowly explained the reason: Although she and Ryuka were both holders of fragments of order, her power of order was inherited and had been intertwined with the remains of the cruel witch from the very beginning. Even though the two forces had been in constant conflict for many years, their mutual repulsion had weakened somewhat. But Ryuka was different. His power of order was so pure that it was almost obstinate, like a newborn calf that refused to compromise. On the contrary, it could suppress all invading forces more accurately and powerfully!

As Ryuga listened quietly, a sudden realization dawned on him, making him even more aware of his importance to Tipalotura—only the power of order in his hands could bring the greatest help to Tipalotura and the witches around her. No wonder she was so desperate to win him over, even at the cost of lowering herself to show weakness.

No wonder! Having revealed the whole story, Tipalotura finally explained how much she needed Ryūsha! The delicate balance between them was thus broken…

Ryūsha knew he had the upper hand, but he deliberately didn't want Tipalottura to have his way. He frowned, feigning impatience, and questioned Tipalottura in an arrogant yet sarcastic tone:

"What does this have to do with me sleeping with Gerberi? I've said it before, what can prolong her life is not 'suppressing' her demonic desires, but 'guiding' them! Ha~ Only you could come up with such a flawed excuse. Your Highness is indeed a witch, not a single word of truth from beginning to end—like that kiss you just claimed was your first kiss, it was just a trick you used to provoke me, wasn't it?"

Ryūka's blatant and arrogant words enraged Tipalotura, causing her to tremble. Her cheeks flushed crimson with shame and anger, yet she was unable to refute him. Suppressing her rage, she glared at Ryūka with her beautiful eyes, her voice laced with a hint of gritted teeth as she questioned him:

"The way you're talking is deliberately trying to provoke me, isn't it?"

"Provoke you? What do you mean..." Ryuga paused, then his eyes lit up as if he suddenly remembered something, and he realized! He suddenly remembered the deep fantasy of Tipalotura that he had glimpsed earlier—as proud as she was, as an imperial princess and a powerful witch, she had uncontrollably fantasized about being completely suppressed and humiliated by someone in terms of aura and words. And after encountering himself, who possessed the same abilities as her and was crucial to all witches, that once blank fantasy figure had completely transformed into him!

However, Tipalotura's rationality has always been able to firmly restrain the witch's power within her, adhering to the principle of "acting according to reason but stopping at propriety." This extreme calmness and restraint is the key to her maintaining her aloof and noble princess image. But now, looking at her like this…

Ryuka stared intently at her, noticing her chest heaving and her breathing erratic. Though she was desperately trying to control her emotions, the panic in her eyes and a barely perceptible restlessness betrayed her—her condition was hardly better than her own when she had just been controlled and nearly gone mad! Ryuka instantly realized: she had expended a great deal of power to expel the witch's invasion from her demonic core, and was now in a weakened state. The witch's power within her had seized the opportunity to counterattack, making it impossible for her usual rationality to suppress the secret desires in her heart.

So, normally she could remain calm and composed, but now, weakened, and having just deliberately humiliated her most cherished friend, Gerberi, and now threatening to leave the camp, this extreme provocation filled her with rational disgust. Yet, deep down, she couldn't help but feel a sweet, almost immoral, stirring within her. And she truly believed that he had seen through her illusions and was deliberately bullying and provoking her in this way!

"Your Highness, you're such a... total unexpected charmer~"

Ryuu's lips curled into a complex smile, his tone a mixture of wry amusement and undisguised sarcasm. He understood that Tipalotura's current unusual behavior was partly due to her weakened state after purifying his demonic core, but that couldn't negate the fact that she had almost completely taken control of his consciousness just now!

Tipalotura shuddered violently upon hearing this blunt and grating address, as if struck by lightning. Although such a word didn't exist in this world, she understood the mockery and humiliation it carried. Shame and anger instantly overwhelmed her. Suppressing her inner turmoil and trembling, her beautiful eyes widened as she stared intently at Ryūka, gritting her teeth and shouting:

"Enough! I didn't lie to you! Stimulating your power of order wasn't for you and Gerberly... it was for, it was for..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a whisper. Her usual aloof and noble demeanor vanished, replaced by an unusually shy and embarrassed expression, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Seeing His Highness in this state, Gerberi struggled violently, making rapid "uh-uh" sounds in her throat, her eyes filled with pleading and urgency, trying her best to stop Tipalotura from uttering that 'demand'.

This eagerness completely enraged Liu Xia, who was already harboring resentment! A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he rushed to Gerberly in one stride, grabbing her breast with a force that wasn't gentle, his tone full of impatience and warning:

"Shut up! If you keep making noise, I won't hesitate to let you experience what you just went through again!"

Earlier, a large amount of her own juices had been smeared on her breasts, making a large area of ​​her nightgown transparent, and the pink blush making her erect nipples appear even more vibrant. Then, Liu Xia precisely grabbed one, pulling upwards by the tip of her tender nipple, causing her to scream and groan, her eyes rolling back in her head! Her entire body arched backwards like a bow!

"Ugh... Ugh!!!"

Seeing this, Tipalotura could no longer restrain herself and suddenly spoke up to stop her, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly. She gripped the hem of her dress tightly, her knuckles white, as if she had used all her strength to drop all pretense and pretense, revealing her hidden schemes word by word, her tone filled with a resigned and pathetic resignation:

"Enough... Yes, it is I who need... your power..."

Having said that, she seemed to have completely given up resisting, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes trembling violently, not daring to look into Ryūka's eyes, as she slowly explained the reason—she had originally planned to use her own power to suppress the witch's curse within Ryūka's body the moment Ryūka and Gerberi united and took over her body, to prevent her mind from being firmly bound to Ryūka by the curse and completely losing herself. However, she currently lacked sufficient power of order and had to draw additional power of order from Ryūka. The method would naturally be the same as when she had stimulated Ryūka with her tender feet before, only this time she needed more power, so the method had to be more direct…

However, her witch powers were currently restless and needed an outlet. So, while provoking Ryūka, she considered simply controlling him and making him do what she and Gerberi needed, like a puppet. But Tipalotura was too embarrassed to say this aloud…

Seeing Tipalotura's ashamed, angry, and helpless expression, the anger in Ryuka's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of understanding. Then, a mocking and arrogant sneer curled at the corner of her lips, her tone full of ridicule and blatant exposure:

"So you wanted my essence, huh? But Your Highness, you're still not honest enough. Do you dare say that just now, you didn't think about completely controlling me and using me as a 'tool' between the two of you?"