Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

"Ah... damn! That feels so good... what is this...?"

Ryuka couldn't help but say, even though Tipalotura had only taken less than half of her penis into her mouth, with the rest still in her soft palm. It shouldn't have been as intense as the pressure from Kania and the others, who had their throats completely enveloped in it, yet the pleasure was almost no less intense. In fact, imagining Tipalotura's cheeks actually hollowing out from sucking on it, the psychological stimulation Ryuka felt was even stronger than the physical pleasure!

"Well……"

Tipalotura held it in her mouth, her crescent-shaped brows furrowed slightly, and let out a soft, whimpering moan. She knelt between Ryūka's legs, her tongue sliding rhythmically against his, providing him with maximum stimulation.

Meanwhile, Gerberly, who was bound in mid-air by the gelatinous tentacles, saw this scene clearly. Her whole body was tense, and the bitterness and resentment in her eyes were about to overflow. A suppressed and desperate sob escaped her throat, but she couldn't utter a single sound.

Her body struggled more and more violently, the tentacles digging painfully into her skin, and the resentment and despair in her eyes surged like a tidal wave—but Gerberi could only watch as His Highness turned away from her, his black hair buried between Liuxia's legs in the dim moonlight.

This deep-seated helplessness and bitterness almost consumed her completely, yet she could only watch helplessly, letting out a mournful sob...

With that whimper, Tipalotura stirred slightly… She sucked on his cheeks, her head slowly rising, her soft tongue pressing against his, the friction of her withdrawing tongue causing Ryuga to involuntarily clench the sheets! Even though it was just a slight movement, the maddening pleasure almost overwhelmed him, making him truly understand why Tipalotura had made him hold back. This pleasure was utterly unreasonable; just how strong was the witch's curse upon her?! Both the saliva and her clumsy, awkward movements were incredibly stimulating!

"what--"

Just as Ryukia felt herself being completely removed from Tipalotura's mouth, with only the tip still pressing against her closed lips, she had barely caught her breath when she was immediately swallowed back in. Tipalotura seemed to be slowly getting used to this behavior, verifying those techniques in the souls of witches that she could read but didn't understand at all. Slowly swallowing, slightly deeper than before, she used the entrance of her throat to press down, swirling the weight of her head on top, rotating it a few times. Seeing Ryukia's expression of struggling to endure, a sense of pleasure and a desire to conquer arose within her. Her tongue remained pressed against it, and she chuckled softly, her words muffled by the pressure on her throat:

"I already told you~ to bear with it... um~ um..."

Having said that, she tightened her grip again, repeating the action. Her two small hands, clenched below and glistening with saliva, began to move slowly and rhythmically up and down. She seemed to be becoming increasingly skilled, each swallow and release bringing her closer by half a sliver. As Gerberi's whimpers behind her grew more urgent, Tipalotura's movements quickened. Ryusha even began to lose track of whether it was Gerberi's whimpers that made her swallows faster, or whether her practiced swallowing made her whimpers more urgent…

Under the moonlight, as Tipalotura's black hair swayed and danced in the wind, pleasure had already overwhelmed him.

Chapter 19 The Sound of Saliva Under the Moonlight

In the dimly lit room, the sounds of panting rose and fell, mingling with the tireless, subtle sucking. Tipalotura's saliva glistened on her soft lips, meticulously wiping every sensitive nerve of Ryusha, eliciting a soft, sweet hum from her nose.

This scene was a gentle and enchanting illusion for Liuxia, but in the eyes of Gerberli standing to the side, it became an endless torment that slowly pierced her heart.

Her long-suppressed sobs and struggles gradually exhausted all her strength, until finally she could no longer utter a fierce wail, only faint, fragmented sobs lingering in her throat. Her body, firmly bound by the translucent gel tentacles, was already limp and powerless, completely drained of even the strength to struggle.

The same thought kept swirling in his mind: Everything His Highness did was to protect himself...

This realization weighed heavily on her, making her almost unable to breathe. She wished she could just close her eyes and sink into oblivion, escaping this unbearable torment. Yet, she couldn't bear to betray Tipalotura's forbearance and sacrifices for her, leaving her to suffer in this dilemma of life and death.

But what truly broke her spirit was not just that.

More than feeling sorry for the princess for lowering her pride and suppressing her grievances for her sake, what Gerberly found even harder to accept was that although her reason was resisting and feeling ashamed, her mind and body were uncontrollably rippling with strange emotions.

Your Highness…so beautiful…yet so lewd! Compared to the extremely debauched and beast-like scenes she had accidentally witnessed with Ryūsha and Olivia, what Tipalotura and Ryūsha were doing could be described as gentle as water. Yet Tipalotura's figure was breathtaking, every movement exuding innate elegance. Even in quiet moments of closeness, with soft breaths and moans, every subtle rise and fall of her body struck Gerberi's heartstrings like a hammer blow, slowly eroding the rationality and defenses she had maintained for so many years.

A wicked thought arose in Gerberly's heart: she wanted to see more! She wanted to see His Highness in an even more wretched state—embracing and entwining with Ryusha, or even letting out sobbing screams, becoming even more miserable than when she was spanked by Ryusha, or even when Olivia was being disciplined!

Realizing her own thought, Gerberly was startled and immediately felt heartbroken! But just as the thought flashed through her mind, a comfortable warm current struck her body, coiling around her numb back like a venomous snake, burrowing into her mind, and licking at her will.

So, so comfortable… Just thinking about it feels so good… It's like my body is being electrified… No, no! What am I thinking?! His Highness humbled himself and suffered humiliation for my sake, and this thought is absolutely unacceptable for a knight of His Highness… No! For any human being! How awful of me, Gerberly!

But her body writhed, as her previous vile thoughts had changed. Her initial fierce resistance and struggle transformed into a soft, aroused writhing, and the sobs that had sounded like cries of anguish and anger gradually took on a hint of lust.

This shameful change devastated Gerberi, but it was keenly noticed by Tipalotura, who was standing between Ryukyu's legs. The two had been together since childhood, and as the leader of the witches, how could Tipalotura not understand Gerberi's feelings? Yet she turned slightly to the side, deliberately revealing her alluring and breathtaking profile to Gerberi—although the veil covered most of her face, her cherry lips revealed Ryukyu's steaming, throbbing member, which she had licked until the veins were bulging, its grooves and veins glistening with her saliva. Her face was pressed against the thick, thick shaft that was longer than her face, and a section of her pink tongue licked it from the outside.

A white veil hung above her cherry lips, lifted by the tip of her fair, jade-like nose, revealing the glistening lower half of Tipalotura's stunningly beautiful face. She kissed and caressed Ryūka's raging dragon as if kissing a lover, or savored the most delicious candy in the world with irresistible delight. Above the veil, her breathtakingly deep blue eyes trembled slightly, her gaze utterly intoxicated, deliberately fixed on Gerberi, displaying her current passion and devotion to Ryūka…

Her face, half-veiled, only made her breathtakingly alluring. This scene struck Gerberi's heart like a hammer. She couldn't believe her despicable and disrespectful thoughts had actually come true—His Highness had actually allowed her to see her in such a lowly yet radiant and passionate state. This made Gerberi unable to look Tipalotura in the eye; her gaze darted away, yet she couldn't help but keep looking. It wasn't until she saw a hint of encouragement in Tipalotura's passionate eyes that she understood why His Highness had done this on purpose.

His Highness showed absolutely no sign of humiliation or resentment; on the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying it. Why… Ah, yes… We are witches. Even His Highness must harbor painful desires, tormented by the power of witches, desires he couldn't express. Yet I, in my own wishful thinking, regarded His Highness as an inviolable being. I even demanded of myself the utmost respect as His Highness's personal guard, being so strict and self-disciplined to an obnoxious degree that even my fellow witches began to fear and distance themselves from me. All of this was nothing but my own willfulness…

Like melting snow in spring, something was quietly changing in Gerberly's heart. A warm current gradually gathered throughout her body, slowly melting her lithe body as a witch knight. Finally, it turned into a trickle of warm current, dripping from her lithe thighs that she couldn't hold together, succumbing to gravity and becoming sticky silver threads that shattered on the floor with a 'plop'!

This faint, almost imperceptible sound was clearly audible to Ryūka, as if it were right next to his ear. A woman this wet is an excellent aphrodisiac for any man, and Ryūka was no exception. He looked at Gerberi, admiring her humiliated posture, which made his enjoyment of Tipalotula's sucking and licking even more intense, and naturally, he noticed the exchange of glances between her and Tipalotula.

Not to mention, Tipalotura's change in licking angle was all too obvious. Although the pleasure did not diminish in the slightest, it also made Ryuka notice the exchange of glances between the two of them, and then she suddenly propped up her upper body!

"Hey! What are you two doing exchanging glances? Are you using me as a tool to stage a lesbian scene here, Your Highness?"

With a cold laugh, Ryusha grabbed Tipalotura's head with both hands, turned her head back, leaving only the back of her head for Gerberi, and then pressed it down hard at the right angle!

"Ugh! Ugh... Ugh!!"

Although Tipalotura might resist, and perhaps even retaliate with her power, Ryuka didn't care. Holding Tipalotura's head in both hands, Ryuka began to shake her roughly, thrusting left and right, destroying Tipalotura's previously composed and beautiful expression. She didn't even care about being grazed by Tipalotura's teeth; instead, she was further excited by Tipalotura's wide-eyed, pupil-constricted expression!

Hiss... So good! The clash of Tipalotura's teeth did not cause Ryusha any pain. Instead, her saliva seeped in through the tiny wound. The special witch's fluids irrigated her, and Ryusha felt the pleasure multiplying. She even swelled up a few more times, and the monstrous size made Tipalotura almost suffocate and faint!

"Ugh!!! Cough cough cough!!!"

After a brief reprimand, Ryūka loosened her grip, watching as Tipalotura pushed her away with her small hand, causing her to vomit between her legs, her head thrown back. She clutched her chin, coughing painfully, her delicate body trembling as if broken, making one's heart race. Ryūka, however, deliberately stood up with a sarcastic tone, lifting her belt as if to leave:

"Ugh~ This is so annoying. If Your Highness and Gerberly are so close~ I don't want to be your sex toy~ The deal's off. Let's go back and have some fun with Melanie and Olivia~"

"wait wait wait!"

Despite coughing and pain, Tipalotura lunged forward, grabbing Ryusha's legs as she stood up, and pressed her face against the still-unretracted raging dragon.

"I'm sorry... I didn't... cough cough! Liu Xiaqing, please don't go... I still need... please..."

Her breathing was heavy, Tipalotura's voice broken and intermittent, pleading with a clinging, ambiguous tone, completely unlike her usual aloof and dignified demeanor. One of her small hands gently kneaded the base of her breast, while the other gripped the top and rapidly rotated and rubbed it, as if afraid that Ryūka would leave. The veil on her face was also dampened by the saliva she had smeared on the dragon, clinging half-transparently to her cheeks, pressed against the soft skin of her face, and rubbed silkily against it…

? Chapter 20 'Acting Skills'

The scene before her eyes instantly caused Liu Xia's blood to surge, and an uncontrollable heat rose up around her.

He could hardly believe that Tipalotura, usually so aloof, proud, and self-possessed, would abandon all her inhibitions and reveal such a completely different side of herself. Even though this extreme allure stirred his emotions and desires, Ryuka remained calm and composed, not losing his composure in the slightest.

He wasn't some impetuous youth blinded by beauty. Having spent so much time with Kania, he had long since seen through the essence of witches: allure and cunning were their innate talents; the pull of desire and the pretense of emotion were natural, sometimes not even deliberate scheming, but simply their nature, their instinct. And it was precisely because of this that witches were so terrifying; one must never follow their lead and become deeply entangled in their schemes.

Ryuga gazed quietly into Tipalotura's misty, alluring eyes, instantly discerning the clarity hidden within. He had seen too many women utterly consumed by emotions, letting their hearts succumb to their desires; their eyes were completely intoxicated, their minds utterly lost—a state utterly different from Tipalotura's current state.

As expected, it was all acting... Ryuka couldn't help but chuckle to herself. This princess was really going to great lengths to keep her from leaving.

With her innate allure as a witch, Tipalotura deliberately cultivated a pitiful, pleading demeanor: not only did she caress Ryūka's raging dragon with her soft cheeks, her small hands skillfully and eagerly employing techniques on Ryūka's dragon spear! Her soft hands below played with Ryūka's full scrotum, the perfect pressure designed to keep him erect. Her small hands above, aided by her own saliva, rubbed the enormous dragon head with her five slender fingers, making a sizzling sound, ensuring Ryūka received the ultimate service from beginning to end…

Most importantly, beneath her moist, curved eyelashes, those beautiful, deep blue eyes remained fixed on Ryūka! Even as Tipalotura began to passionately kiss and caress Ryūka's robust dragon body with her cherry lips, her head began to sway wildly from side to side to maximize the pleasure and stimulation Ryūka received from her soft lips, and her beautiful, dreamy eyes remained fixed on Ryūka—even Megan and Adela, the two women in Ryūka's harem most skilled at humble flattery, would not easily develop the habit of always looking at their master while performing oral sex.

Tipalotura's gaze, which seemed to want to squeeze him dry, was even more alluring and seductive than any woman he had ever trained!

"Ah... I'm sorry... Chu~ This stuff is so delicious... Please don't go, Liu Xiaqing~ Please... Mmm, mmm~"

This filthy, lewd appearance! And these shameless, fawning words! The thought that this was Tipalotura sent Ryusha's male urge to conquer through him into a frenzy, like a nuclear explosion! Just being stared at by those unadorned eyes made him feel like he was being drained dry! His desire surged! If he were to apply bright, heavy makeup to Tipalotura's bright eyes, he wondered how alluring she would become!

But this was the first time Tipalotura had so deliberately abandoned her princessly pride and feigned indulgence. Her eyes lacked the genuine, heartfelt tenderness and the instinctive restlessness that comes with being truly consumed by desire; everything about her betrayed a deliberate intent. This allowed Ryūka to hold onto her last shred of reason, gritting her teeth and refusing to let up. Although an outburst now, turning the princess's noble face and hair white, would be incredibly stimulating, that would undo all her previous efforts. Ryūka strained to hold back, determined to fill that irresistible little mouth completely in time!

"Is that so? Your Highness is quite the greedy little cat! Well then, I'll give you another chance, but you'd better thank me properly!"

"Um...yes, thank you...Liu Xiaqing..."

Watching Ryūka smile and return to his original position, Tipalotura diligently sucked on the dragon spear, her cherry lips aimed at the tip, and slowly swallowed it back, even going a fraction deeper at the very end, refusing to budge despite a few whimpering gags. A hint of pain flashed in her deep blue eyes, but she remained fixed on Ryūka, observing his subtle changes in expression to adjust her pressure, her tongue tracing the sensitive spots, as if in perfect harmony, giving this wicked boy the greatest pleasure.

Even if it was just a deliberate act, the fact that Tipalotura, who was always proud and aloof, was willing to set aside her dignity and adopt such a submissive and accommodating posture was enough to make Ryuka feel a little satisfied and forgive her for her behavior.

After all, he never believed that Tipalotura would be so easily swayed by personal emotions simply because of Gerberi. Even though Gerberi was her trusted bodyguard who had grown up with her, as an imperial princess with witch blood, she was cold and clear-headed and would never be easily moved by the affairs of others.

The feigned anger and the attempt to provoke an attack earlier were intentional demonstrations by Ryūka.

Tonight's tug-of-war must be decided by him. Ultimately, Tipalotura's tacit approval of her closeness to Gerberi was merely a ploy to utilize the pure power of order within him to suppress the witch's curse—a calculated move from beginning to end. Yet, in her focus on Gerberi, she inadvertently neglected him, treating him merely as a readily available tool.

Since it's a mutual negotiation and each getting what they need, at least they should be given the emotional and dignified treatment they deserve.

Tipalotura, with her keen insight, instantly saw through Ryukyu's true feelings. The reasons he gave for complaining were just excuses; what he really cared about was that she had been paying attention to Gerberi and had inadvertently neglected him, making him feel ignored and treated as a supporting character.

That's why she was willing to set aside all her reserve and pride, deliberately portraying herself as almost humble and submissive. She didn't hesitate to compromise her own dignity to please and appease Liu Xia, silently showing him that as long as she could please him and appease him, she was willing to lower herself and compromise to the end.

"Tsk... harder! Clench your fist tighter, move faster!"

Seeing Ryūka's brows furrow slightly, his breathing becoming heavy, and the raging dragon in his hand growing increasingly hot, Tipalotura immediately understood that he had reached his limit. She immediately increased the force, her head bobbing up and down, her delicate, slender hands creating afterimages as she stroked the object, all the while softly mumbling:

"Sure...give me, all of them...come in..."

"Uh-"

With a low, explosive roar, Ryuga suddenly arched his body and pressed Tipalotura's head down to its lowest point! The intense sensation of being enveloped came over him! The princess struggled in pain, her clenched hands tightening to the point of being painful, but to Ryuga it was all stimulation!

Your Majesty, Your Majesty...

This chaotic scene caught Gerberi's eye, causing a surge of bitterness to well up inside her. If she hadn't just tried to encourage herself and prevent herself from wallowing in painful thoughts, Her Highness wouldn't have been treated this way! Watching Tipalotura's noble head being used like a tool by Ryūsha, Gerberi felt a little better after Her Highness had actively shaken her head earlier...

But the scene before her eyes, besides making her heart ache, also made her so excited she could hardly breathe! Gerberly trembled with tension; her mouth was already sealed shut by gel tentacles, and in her excitement, she even forgot to breathe! The feeling of suffocation made her humiliated, tightly bound body extremely sensitive! Even just being tightly bound, she felt pleasure emanating from her skin! Her beautiful eyes rolled back in excitement, even slightly whitening!

"Ugh... Ugh!!!"

Ah~~ Your Highness!!

The details were not visible from the back! But Gerberly strangely discovered that amidst the humiliation and excitement, her witch power had actually stabilized, and her strength had even recovered somewhat! Not only had her limbs regained some strength, but even her keen combat senses had returned! But this recovery brought with it a clearly audible sound to her ears!

*Pfft—pfft, pfft… gulp, gulp…*

As Ryūsha and Tipalotura's breaths caught in their throats, a sound like water gurgling from a spring echoed through the room, striking Gerberi's heart with each thud! She watched as Tipalotura's head trembled slightly, writhing in extreme pain. But Ryūsha had already released his hand, and instead of pulling back, the princess's head seemed to press down even harder, as if afraid she might lift it up!

But this seemed too much for Tipalotura. Although she tried to lower her head, making it appear from behind as if she had buried her entire head between Ryukyu's legs, Gerberi still saw the heartbreaking scene:

His Highness's kneeling figure trembled, and a dry heaving sound came from between his legs. A thick, milky liquid dripped onto the ground with a splatter from between Tipalotura's parted legs...

Without a doubt, it was the filthy essence of Ryuuka that overflowed from His Highness's cherry lips, squeezed out from between his cherry lips, flowed down His Highness's perfect chin, and then, with a 'plop!', fell between His Highness's legs!

Absorb everything in Chapter 21!

"Mmm... Huff—huff—"

The scene before her made Gerberly's breath feel incredibly hot...

Just as she had just witnessed, at the very moment when Ryūka felt his nerves were on the verge of their limit, he couldn't help but arch his body and forcefully thrust Tipalotura's head deep inside! The tip struck her soft, tight throat and with a 'plop!' it plunged in, immediately feeling Tipalotura's resistance and struggle between her legs.

Fortunately, her two delicate white hands firmly gripped the middle of Ryūka's raging dragon. Even though Ryūka ruthlessly slammed her head down, her cherry lips stopped after hitting her small hands. Countless complex emotions flashed in Tipalotura's narrowed pupils: fear, excitement, astonishment... If it weren't for her small hands blocking her way, Ryūka's slam would have pierced more than just her delicate throat...

Ryūka! Is this kid really using her lips and mouth as a tool?! But before Tipalotura could even get angry, she heard Ryūka's heavy, clenched breaths:

"Your Highness...you'd better...catch it carefully!"

"Hmm? Ughhhhh!!!"

The whisper in her ear made Tipalotura's eyes widen instantly. It's coming... Although she was mentally prepared, Tipalotura knew that her purpose was to squeeze Ryusha's 'power' out of her with her mouth! But when the moment actually arrived, the princess was still extremely nervous, letting out a rapid yet sweet moan.

As soon as Ryūsha finished speaking, Tipalotura was met with a violent explosion! An unimaginable force erupted deep in her throat, striking her esophagus! Thick, viscous essence instantly filled her mouth, even engulfing her respiratory tract. At the same time, a strong aroma of heather burst forth in Tipalotura's mouth, sweeping through her nasal cavity and mind!

Ugh? Ugh ugh ugh!!!

Tipalotura's small hand was still tightly gripping the base of Ryūsha's body. She had originally thought that by holding this spot, she could control Ryūsha's release. Whether it was the witch's inherited skills or the human anatomy books she had seen in the apothecary department, both convinced Tipalotura that this soft spot she was holding was the inevitable path for Ryūsha's outburst!

But almost instantly, a tremendous force was forced out from where she was clenching her fist! This was not a force that a human should possess! Tipalotura felt the powerful throbbing that brushed against the mouth of her hand, and even tried to press her fingers against the soft passage below Ryūsha to prevent herself from being drowned by his essence!

But this force couldn't stop Liu Xia's outburst at all. In fact, this half-baked sense of oppression only stimulated his pleasure to a higher level! Wave after wave of desire came over him, and Liu Xia felt as if he could go on forever. Pleasure surged into his mind like a tide.

But this was terrible for Tipalotura. The bursts of energy in her mouth came one after another, relentlessly eroding every crevice in her mouth, almost drowning her. She even felt that her brain and nasal cavity were filled with the strong scent of Ryūsha!

Oh, right... the power of order!

Tipalotura's mind jolted, and she suddenly remembered her original intention in humbling herself and making such a move. It was to absorb the pure power of order within Ryūka's body. As long as she could quickly integrate this power into herself, she could easily resolve the awkward situation at present.

A self-deprecating chuckle rose in her heart. She suppressed her chaotic thoughts, calmed her mind, and silently guided her own aura, slowly absorbing the power of order emanating from Liu Xia.

Tipalotura sighed inwardly: her willingness to humble herself and show weakness today was originally intended to protect Gerberly, but she didn't know when she had become increasingly immersed in the pleasure of her ambiguous entanglement with Ryusha, almost forgetting her original intentions.

Gently and delicately drawing strength, while tenderly sucking on the boy in front of her, listening to Ryuxia's comfortable groans and throbbing pulse, Tipalotura couldn't help but secretly compare this experience with the scene in the tent where she used to playfully tease Ryuxia with her toes.

Both times, the initial purpose was crystal clear. Last time, it was to use his power of order to stabilize the nearly out-of-control, cruel witch's body; this time, it was to help Gerberly break the curse and replenish her own depletion. But each time, despite having calculations and goals in mind, halfway through, she would always uncontrollably feel her emotions rise, sincerely indulging in this intimate, tug-of-war, and deep down, she would crave this feeling.

It seems I'm still a witch at heart after all...

Tipalotura murmured to herself silently, without a trace of inferiority or dejection. Instead, she raised her eyes, her gaze slightly raised, quietly observing the relaxed and completely unguarded expression on Ryūka's face, a small mischievous glint in her eyes. Her tongue moved slightly, tasting his viscous essence, while playfully teasing him, gently stimulating Ryūka's tense nerves.

Seeing the boy's slightly furrowed brow and his body trembling involuntarily, an indescribable, soft, and satisfying sense of happiness quietly spread through her heart.

Indeed, no matter how complex and entangled her own bloodline was, whether she was a noble princess of the Otus Empire or a descendant of the Kranar clan, she accepted it all with equanimity, willingly bearing all the fate that belonged to her and taking on the responsibilities that belonged to her.

Whether it was Ryusha, who suddenly entered her destiny like a falling star, or Gerberi, who had been by her side since childhood and never abandoned her, Tipalotura was grateful that they were in her destiny.

Yes, Mother, you need not worry about me. Let your soul rest peacefully deep within the remnants of the witch's body within me, returning to eternal peace...

Just as Ryuga was becoming so engrossed in the relentless barrage of ejaculation that she was almost lost in the moment, Ruklati's urgent voice suddenly reached her ears:

"Hey, little master! Don't get too carried away with pleasure! Look at this little princess!"

Look? What's so interesting about it?

Could it be that he wanted to see her captivating eyes, eyes that could bewitch and entice, eyes that were fixed on him, meticulously draining him until he was dead?

Ryuka inwardly complained, but still managed to maintain a semblance of clarity, opening her eyes slightly and, following Ruklati's reminder, looking at Tipalotura in front of her.

The alluring princess knelt quietly before him, her white veil still draped over her face, obscuring most of it. Yet, her misty, moist eyes, the way she gazed up at him from below, and her innate enchanting allure still sent a jolt through Liu Xia's heart, nearly causing him to succumb again. He quickly gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions and barely managing to steady his wavering sanity.

A wave of helplessness washed over her, and Ryuka couldn't help but secretly scold Ruklati in her mind:

"What are you showing me? Are you deliberately waiting to see me make a fool of myself?"

Sensing Ryukura's misunderstanding, Ruklati's tone grew increasingly anxious, and she quickly and earnestly reminded her:

"No, that's not it! Sense carefully! The power of order within her is rapidly recovering, and the previously restless witch power is being quickly suppressed and subdued!"