Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

"Do you need to tell me that? Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing by letting her do this?"

Liu Xia couldn't help but laugh and curse inwardly, secretly thinking that this demonic sword was probably a bit slow today.

"Oh no!!" Ruklati's voice changed with anxiety. "Can't you sense anything at all? The change in the power within her is something I've never seen in any other witch I remember... Right! Didn't Bell give you the ability to see through a witch's true nature and secrets? Why don't you just try it out!"

Chapter 22 The Desire in My Heart

Since Ruklati had repeatedly reminded him of this, Ryuka couldn't help but ponder it a bit.

Could it be that this demonic sword has truly sensed some kind of hidden anomaly that it was completely unaware of?

Suppressing the risk of losing her composure and succumbing to temptation, Ryuka slowly removed the spiritual energy shield from her eyes, allowing the power that the cruel witch Bell had placed on her eyes to be released again. With those eyes that could see through the witch's heart, she quietly gazed at Tipalotura in front of her.

"hiss……"

His gaze pierced through her surface emotions, reaching the depths of her heart, and Liu Xia couldn't help but gasp.

Tipalottura's inner world remained no different from that of any ordinary witch, a deep and hazy realm interwoven with countless secret and tender reveries and fantasies. But unlike before, the figures in Tipalottura's fantasies had all become herself! A series of drastically different scenes unfolded, each depicting him and Tipalottura entangled in passionate embraces, sometimes tender and gentle, sometimes wildly intense—virtually every form of human desire was represented within them!

This straightforward yet alluring fantasy instantly made Ryuuya even more unable to control himself, his mind in turmoil. He immediately wanted to withdraw his power to spy on Tipalotura and then give Ruklati a good scolding!

Even if this demonic sword has no physical form, but only a ghostly, semi-transparent spirit of a young girl, I still have to punish her properly and let her taste what humiliation feels like!

Just as Ryuka was about to withdraw his power, deep within the scene of countless surging desires, he suddenly glimpsed a scene that was completely out of place with the surrounding illusions!

It was a sunny, quiet, and elegant courtyard, where a swing swayed gently. A noblewoman with long, dark blue hair smiled with her eyes lowered. Her gorgeous long dress was woven with gilded patterns. A petite and innocent little girl was lying on her lap, sleeping soundly with her eyes closed. A trace of drool was still dripping from the corner of her mouth and stuck to her round and cute little face, making her look incredibly childlike.

This... could it be Tipalotura's mother?

Ryuga gazed intently at the noblewoman whose face resembled that of a young girl, yet whose figure exuded mature charm. He noticed the sacred tree gold pattern on her skirt, a design exclusive to the Ottus royal family. Combined with Tipalotura's background and identity, he instantly guessed the woman's origins.

The little one lying on the woman's lap, sleeping soundly with drool dripping down his face, must have been Tipalotura in his childhood.

Looking at the innocent and naive little girl, barely four or five years old, Ryuka couldn't help but twitch her lips slightly. Who could have imagined that this adorable little creature, so innocent, soft, and unpretentious, would one day grow into the aloof, proud, and revered princess of the empire—Tipalotura, who wields the power of order, commands all witches, and whose actions are unpredictable?

At this moment, Tipalotura was just an ordinary little girl, not yet awakened to her witch bloodline, so naturally she didn't need a veil to conceal her face. So, it seemed he had actually glimpsed her true face without any disguise? Ryuga carefully examined the contours of her young eyes and brows; she was a natural beauty, and it was only natural that she would grow into a stunning beauty.

But considering Tipalottura's captivating charm, enough to bewitch all beings, Ryuka absolutely refused to believe that mere beauty could achieve that. What truly bewitched people, forcing Tipalottura to wear a veil, was likely some kind of power, far surpassing that of other witches, that clung to her appearance…

But why was this scene here? Ryuga was deeply puzzled. This heartwarming scene was completely out of place with the other images he had seen in Tipalotura's mind. Could it be that the power Bell gave him wasn't simply about seeing the witches' sordid fantasies?

Just as Ryūka was thinking this, Tipalotura, who was fast asleep on her mother's lap, suddenly opened her eyes.

In an instant, the warm courtyard withered, the flowers and plants withered, the trees fell, thunderclouds covered the sky, and a purplish-black aura churned within the clouds. Even the young and beautiful noblewoman slowly lost her color, transforming into a succubus statue, half-clothed, alluring yet utterly repulsive!

The little girl who was still lying on her knees had eyes that were not Tipalotura's deep blue, but rather a dark black with a faint purplish hue and a hint of scarlet blood!

Those eyes stared directly at Ryūka, seemingly piercing through time and reality, a playful smirk playing on his lips. A chill ran through Ryūka's body—a feeling he knew all too well! What he had seen before was indeed Tipalotura's memories, or perhaps her imagination! But in that instant, the girl before him was no longer that little princess! She was the progenitor of witches he had encountered countless times, yet never truly understood—the cruel witch Bell!

"How about it~ Are you satisfied with the power I gave you, human boy~"

The young 'Tipalottura' slowly rose and looked at Ryūka with great interest, while Ryūka was also startled! He no longer felt like he was observing Tipalottura's inner thoughts, but was truly immersed in the scene!

As 'Tipalottura' slowly approached, her appearance rapidly changed from childhood to that of the princess Ruka knew. Her tall figure retained its dignified bearing, but the veil had been removed from her exquisite face. However, unlike in reality, even seeing 'Tipalottura's' face didn't give Ruka the feeling of being completely captivated.

"Bell, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Ryuka swayed slightly and found that besides having no mental fluctuations, she also had no feeling in her limbs. It seemed that this was just an illusion. It wasn't that Bell had used any extraordinary means to actually pull her into this space.

Furthermore, Ryuka could sense that the power of order still existed within her consciousness, meaning that she was not in danger.

Bell, appearing in the form of Tipalotura, chuckled and attempted to lean against Ryukyu, but then felt a sense of disgust and apprehension at the wisp of golden light emanating from Ryukyu's body, and reluctantly gave up.

"It's nothing~ I just feel sorry for my 'daughters'~ especially those who are controlled by Kranar and his filthy descendants..."

Belle shook her head, seemingly uttering nothing of the truth, but she still said something that Ryukyu hadn't expected:

"The ability I gave you isn't just about seeing their physical desires. It also includes 'spiritual desires,' but a smart human like you will figure it out in a moment, won't you?"

A yearning of the soul? In other words, what I just witnessed was Tipalotura's yearning for maternal love, rather than something that actually happened?

With a hint of confusion, Ryuka looked at Bell in front of her, and then went back to the succubus statue that Tipalotura's mother had become. She leaned against the statue and gently pressed her face against the cold stone.

“That’s right~ Such a thing has never happened~ How could this little princess have such a warm childhood~ She was born into this twisted royal family…”

Seeing Bell's expression, Ryuka snorted coldly:

"What? Are you trying to say that the descendants of Kranar are not good people, and that you want me to feel sympathy for the witches?"

"You'll find out." Bell smiled, neither tempting nor refuting, and then his figure slowly disappeared.

"The power I gave you wasn't for any ulterior motive; I was just curious how you would choose to see more of what I was capable of."

As she spoke, the scene around Liuxia completely collapsed, and her consciousness abruptly returned to reality...

At this moment, it felt like he was in a dream, and the memories of what had just happened were gradually fading. Meanwhile, the pleasure he had felt surged back like a tsunami!

Because at this moment, Tipalotura was still tenderly and lovingly squeezing his juices out with her mouth!

As Tipalotura had predicted, after being stimulated to the extreme by the witch's power, the power of order overflowing within Ryuka's body was incredibly pure. The thick saliva in her mouth indeed contained the energy she desperately needed; as soon as she began to absorb it, the viscous saliva dissipated into pure power of order, quickly repairing her recent losses.

The absorption within her body was indeed extraordinary. Ryuka's essence slowly decomposed in her esophagus and stomach, and was quickly absorbed by her hungry body! This also relieved the crisis that she had just been nearly drowned by Ryuka's seed. Before long, the juices that had been pushed into her stomach were completely decomposed.

So rich...so powerful...but it's not enough, I need more...

Tipalotura let out a muffled groan from her small nose, and two blushes appeared on her face under the veil, as if she were drunk. She actually loosened her grip on Ryusha's bottom, making way for her mouth to swallow further!

This relief was significant. Feeling the pressure at the base disappear, Ryusha couldn't help but groan and squeeze out a large amount of fluid, filling Tipalotura's small mouth once again.

The princess, like a thirsty cat, eagerly pressed deeper, her throat enveloping him even more tightly.

"Hiss—wait, not now... damn it!"

The intense stimulation from below caused Ryuga to groan involuntarily. He was currently experiencing an unprecedented climax, so his sensitivity was unimaginable. Tipalotura had already given him several times the pleasure, and the stimulation coming from his tip now was simply unbearable for a human!

Like a raging torrent, a strange yet exhilarating sensation swept over Ryuka's entire body, almost making him want to scream. But for the sake of his manhood, Ryuka gritted his teeth, his hands trembling as he braced himself on the edge of the bed, his body tense, refusing to yield in front of Tipalotura and Gerberi.

It was both painful and incredibly pleasurable… Ryuga couldn't tell how many orgasms she had released inside Tipalotura's mouth; she just kept thrusting her hips forward, feeling the tingling pleasure coursing through her spine. If an ordinary person's ecstasy lasted a few seconds, Ryuga had lost track of how many minutes it had lasted!

Tipalotura was also eagerly absorbing Ryūka's power. Before she had finished absorbing it in her mouth, she couldn't help but squeeze it again with her soft throat. She even held Ryūka's scrotum with her small hands, rubbing and stimulating it with sweet, coaxing techniques, hoping to gain more from it...

"Mmm~ Mmm... Hmph~"

The princess groaned softly, her cherry-pink lips finally unable to contain the essence she had greedily sucked in, and a few drops fell onto the floor with a 'plop,' striking heavily on the heart of the already dazed Gerberly...

Finally, after absorbing everything, not even letting go of what remained within the raging dragon, Ryūsha, she felt the power of order finally overflowing. Tipalotura slowly raised her head, tilting it back as if emerging from a bath, tossing her long black hair, and with a soft 'pop' sound, lifted it from between Ryūsha's legs.

Her final vomiting motion caused the still incredibly sensitive Ryūka to reveal a mixture of pleasure and pain in her expression. The boy's slightly contorted appearance suddenly pierced Tipalotura's heart, filling her with a surge of excitement and accomplishment!

For some reason, even though she had already achieved her goal of gaining power and no longer needed to use acting skills to please Ryukyu, Tipalotura couldn't help but smile slightly and say to Ryukyu in a clear voice:

"Liu Xiaqing, look~ ah—"

She actually lifted her veil slightly, raised her head, and opened the little mouth that had just made Liu Xia feel like she was dying of pleasure, showing Liu Xia her glistening, red, and moist mouth!

Chapter 23 The Fickle Bad Woman

Bad woman!

Looking at Tipalotura's slightly tilted head and parted lips, Ryuka couldn't help but curse inwardly. But no matter how much she cursed in her heart, her heartbeat still accelerated uncontrollably, and her expression became tense and red, all of which was seen by Tipalotura.

Seeing his hypocritical and stubborn demeanor, clearly restrained yet still trying to be strong, she couldn't help but let out a secret smirk.

"What are you so smug about? Have you absorbed enough power?" Liu Xia said irritably, her tone carrying a hint of awkwardness from being manipulated.

But in Tipalotura's eyes, his sulking appearance was particularly adorable. With a touch of playful languor, she softly replied, "So-so."

These words sounded to Liu Xia like a veiled insult, implying that he hadn't given her enough. Seeing her smug expression, as if she had gotten a good deal but was still being obsequious, Liu Xia was so angry that he laughed in exasperation.

As expected, a witch is a witch after all. Normally, she maintains the aloofness, nobility, and arrogance of a princess, but once she falls into this ambiguous atmosphere, her cunning and languor are fully revealed, just like Kania's personality.

With a sudden thought, Ryuka subconsciously glanced at Gerberi, who was bound by tentacles to the side.

The female knight was completely captivated by the intimate scene between the two men, her body trembling slightly, her cheeks flushed crimson. She was clearly overwhelmed by the sight and could no longer contain her emotions.

This scene caught her eye, and the heat that had just subsided instantly surged within Ryūka's body again. Fortunately, having just experienced an unprecedented burst of energy, she had entered a state of sagehood, and with the power of order quietly guarding her consciousness, Ryūka was able to barely suppress her agitation and regain her composure.

Then, the image of the courtyard that he had glimpsed deep into Tipalotura's heart involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Is this the true desire in my heart...?

Ryusha silently recalled what Bell had said, and her gaze returned to Tipalotura in front of her.

What kind of childhood did this seemingly mysterious princess have?

As a royal offspring born of a witch, how did she grow up in the deep palace of Otus? Ryuka knew nothing of this past.

Kania grew up peacefully as an ordinary girl, only gradually learning of her witch destiny after spending her first night with him; but Tipalotura, from the moment of her birth, knew clearly the bloodline, identity, and fate she carried. Their drastically different growth trajectories shaped their vastly different personalities, not to mention the world-shaking differences in their social status and destiny.

Ryuka sighed softly, a sense of contemplation and unease rising within her. What was Bell's purpose in granting her this ability to see through witches' true nature?

Logically speaking, a boy possessing the ability to see into a witch's mind and desires would easily be tempted to use that ability to manipulate and toy with her. But that would be like a worm walking into a trap, falling into the snare of desire woven by Bell! The allure of a witch is never easily resisted by willpower alone; one wrong step and he would be utterly trapped in the abyss of desire, unable to escape.

Because she saw through this, Ryuka never became complacent about this ability from the beginning, but instead always remained vigilant.

But he never expected that those eyes would not only glimpse the witch's sensual fantasies, but also lay bare Tipalotura's deepest longing for maternal love before his very eyes.

When he witnessed that warm and innocent scene in the courtyard, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pity and empathy for Tipalotura. However, his deep-seated fear of the cruel witch Bell forced him to suppress this tender feeling.

snort!

Ryuu inwardly scoffed. He would not be easily swayed by the witch's allure, nor would he allow momentary sympathy to cloud his judgment. Whatever Bell's purpose in deliberately showing him these hidden past events, it would not shake his original stance and judgment of the witch.

On second thought, he couldn't help but wonder: perhaps this ability could be used against enemy witches?

Hinatil, imprisoned in Sochi, Luminova, who has lost her memory, and Carmela and her unorthodox witches... perhaps they can all find a breakthrough by using this power.

Thinking back to the girl named Lilith among the Chosen Ones, who somehow summoned the Primordial Witch Bell to help her, perhaps they possess some method to forcibly borrow Bell's power. Bell gave her this power, maybe so she could use it to fight Carmela and the others?

But no matter what, we can't be careless. After all, from the moment Bell granted me her abilities, a kind of 'connection' similar to a 'divine covenant' was quietly established between us! Even if the power of order within me didn't resist or reject it, the fact that I actually saw Bell in Tipalotura's mental illusion just now was enough to prove that this 'connection' truly existed.

Going forward, we must be even more cautious and vigilant in every step we take!

Ryusha slowly gathered her chaotic thoughts, her mind completely calmed down, and when facing Tipalotura in front of her, her emotions also quietly cooled and became more distant.

At that very moment, Tipalotura, standing before her, keenly sensed the change in him. Even though he was so close, the instantaneous aura that vanished, the indifference in his expression, made her feel as if Ryūka were a million miles away. A strange sense of anxiety, emptiness, and unease uncontrollably welled up within her, causing her brows to furrow slightly.

The boy's unusual aura was strangely peculiar. For some inexplicable reason, Tipalotura couldn't resist giving the little Ryusha in her hand a firm squeeze! Although he had just ejaculated violently, his energy almost filling her belly, even now, half-soft, he was still a robust size that she couldn't even grasp with her thumb and forefinger—truly incongruous with Ryusha's handsome face and delicate body!

The boy's...it really does look strange. Tipalotura snorted inwardly. Given her status and position, she should have been extremely resistant to such things. From a young age, she knew the long-standing fate of the witches raised in her family, who were destined to fall into depravity. As someone who possessed two bloodlines, she had long held carnal desire in a deeply ingrained view of it as filthy, vile, and sinful, leading people down a path of misery.

But now, even though her initial intention was simply to borrow Ryūka's power of order, she couldn't feel the slightest aversion to Ryūka or this matter, despite doing such a thing with Ryūka.

She was inwardly conflicted, torn between her own feelings. She knew she shouldn't be like this; because of the power of order, Tipalotura, despite her witch blood, could suppress its influence on her. But even though she had already been intimate with Ryūka twice, she felt no shame or repulsion. Instead, a strange sense of relief, and an indescribable sense of peace and acceptance, welled up within her…

Thinking this, Tipalotura couldn't help but vent her inner turmoil on Ryusha. She opened her cherry lips and bit down on the half-soft, half-hard Ryusha in her hand!

"Hiss... What are you doing!"

Although it hadn't been long since she ejaculated, Ryuka, with her extensive experience, shouldn't have cried out in alarm. But this wretched princess actually used her teeth! She wasn't licking herself at all, but rather gently nibbling at her like she was chewing on a chew toy! Just like a mischievous kitten!

Ryusha's soft call instantly pulled Tipalotura back to reality from her reverie, jolting her awake.

What am I actually doing?

The power of order that I needed to draw was already sufficient, and reason should have stopped me in time, but just now I couldn't help but indulge in it again, getting close to it and entangled once more.

A blush instantly rose to her cheeks, her entire pretty face flushing crimson. Tipalotura, however, refused to show the slightest embarrassment, forcing herself to appear nonchalant. She slowly raised her head, giving a deliberately indifferent hum to conceal the panic and guilt in her heart.

"Really? I thought Liu Xiaqing would be happy to do so. Seeing how listless it looks, I wondered if it could handle Gerberli later, so I thought I would give in to you a little and coax you. It seems I was just being presumptuous."

As soon as she finished speaking, she calmly stood up, then turned around, raising her hand as if to gently wipe the corner of her lips. When she turned back again, her face, which had been flushed with panic from their intimate embrace, had returned to its clean and dignified state. Even the disheveled, muddy veil had been silently replaced with a brand new one.

There was not a single trace of magical energy leaking out throughout the entire process. Her technique was secretive and mysterious, and even Ryūka couldn't tell how she had managed to tidy herself up and change her veil in the blink of an eye.

Looking at her feigned modesty, Liu Xia immediately saw through her awkward yet proud girlish heart. Recalling the hidden yearning for maternal love he had just glimpsed in her heart, a touch of tenderness and pity welled up within him. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips as he deliberately teased her:

"Hmph~ If Your Highness really wants to coax me properly, you can take the initiative more. I would welcome that."

"Stop talking such absurd nonsense."

Having composed herself, Tipalotura lowered her gaze slightly, looking down at him. Her aloof and dignified royal bearing returned, as if the intimate moments between them had never occurred. She seemed to still be secretly sulking, her deep blue eyes glancing towards Ryūka's crotch, her tone teasing as she casually retorted:

"If you still have that energy, you might as well unleash it all on Gerberly. But judging from its current state, I'm quite skeptical of Liu Xiaqing's future actions."

written request for leave

Please take one day off.

Chapter 24 Approaching During a Short Break

"If you doubt my abilities, Your Highness, why don't you try it yourself!"

Ryusha snorted coldly, directly retorting to Tipalotura's earlier teasing and probing.

Just as the two were exchanging words, the sky outside the window suddenly changed. A dark red pillar of light, like molten lava, shot into the sky from one side of Thunder Fortress, piercing the dark night. The vast and powerful magical energy surged in all directions, causing the entire Thunder Fortress to tremble slightly, instantly drawing the attention of the two people inside the room.

"It's Olivia... She's broken through to the Heavenly Realm."