Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"Get her ready and take her to my bedroom."

Chapter 174 Assassination of Tracy

Tracy waved her hand, then turned and left.

The blonde maid Anna gave "Eleanor" a cold glance, took the key from Misor King, grabbed her arm, and led her into the cabin, to the door of Tracy's bedroom.

"Go in."

Her tone was icy, and her eyes were filled with disgust and hatred.

This attitude is exactly how it feels to meet a love rival... Could this be another mistress of the ailing general...?

Livre, disguised as Elaine, immediately became alert. Although she was handcuffed, her fingers had already touched the key hidden in her sleeve.

With a somber expression, she followed the blonde maid into the room.

Livre had expected to see Tracy immediately and have a one-on-one opportunity, and she was ready to go. However, the carpeted room was small and empty except for a wardrobe, sofa and full-length mirror. It was obviously a dressing room outside the bedroom.

Was Tracy deliberately ignoring him to express her anger? Livre recalled the romance novels and melodramatic TV dramas she had read, speculating on the "sick girl's" intentions.

Anna glanced at 'Eleanor,' who was dressed in men's clothing but lacked androgynous beauty due to the absence of makeup, then quickly took two steps, opened the wardrobe, and pointed to the numerous dresses inside, saying:

"The captain doesn't like how you look now, change into something else."

This is really troublesome...

Livre sighed, mimicking Elaine's usual gesture, and took a small breath:

"Unlock my handcuffs."

She turned halfway around, her eyes glancing towards the doorway:

"Then go out."

"A pretentious bitch..."

Anna cursed under her breath and used the key Misor had given her to unlock Elaine's handcuffs.

After she left the room and closed the door, Livre walked to the wardrobe, but froze instantly:

Tracy's wardrobe was more than ten times larger than hers! It included elaborate and luxurious ball gowns, sexy lingerie dresses, and simple and sharp business attire...

Livre felt a pang of jealousy; she even felt a little envious: Why did she have so many clothes...?

She immediately sensed something was wrong: one man was jealous of another man having so many beautiful clothes... What a strange mentality!

Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore, you twisted witch...

Livre sighed, reached into the wardrobe, and began to carefully select items.

After an unknown amount of time, she came to the full-length mirror and saw 'Eleanor' with her red hair down, her blue eyes sparkling, wearing a long gold and red dress, with a ribbon tied into a flower at the waist, which was very tight and highlighted her slender waist.

Her chest bulged slightly, forming a small peak, two sizes smaller than her actual size.

Her delicate face was flushed, her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression was solemn, much like Elaine's.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door, and the blonde maid Anna impatiently pushed it open and entered.

"Are you done yet?"

She had hoped to see Elaine panic, but to her disappointment, 'Elaine' had already finished dressing up and appeared before her in a beautiful form, which only intensified her jealousy.

Anna glared at her angrily, then raised the handcuffs and said:

"Put your hands behind your back."

"You are a prisoner now!"

She simply wanted to humiliate the other woman because Elaine was usually more favored by Tracy than she was.

Livre snorted, turned halfway around, put her hands behind her back, and felt Anna's rough movements.

I prefer to control others than to be controlled myself...

Livre inwardly grumbled as she followed the blonde maid to Tracy's bedroom.

The door to the room was half-open, and a warm fragrance wafted out. It wasn't strong, but it was lingering and unforgettable, making one unconsciously imagine the pleasures of the bedroom.

Anna raised her hand and knocked on the door. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a slightly deep yet beautiful female voice coming from inside:

"Let her come in by herself."

Anna's face immediately darkened. She pushed open the door and gestured for Livr to come in.

The most crucial moment is coming...

Livre took a breath and went into the room.

Behind her, the door slammed shut, separating the inside from the outside.

Liviel stepped onto the thick carpet and, by the light of a candle on the lampstand, saw a rather beautiful woman sitting behind a desk, her long, slender legs, clad in beige trousers, crossed and resting on the desk.

Her eyebrows were long and straight, and her azure eyes were sharp and bright. She wore only a white linen shirt on her upper body, and it seemed that she was not wearing anything underneath. Her snow-white skin was faintly visible, but it was covered by her hanging black curly hair. This made Liviel feel an urge to return to her original size and compare sizes with her.

Seeing the redhead 'Eleanor' enter, Tracy, despite her illness, gave a cold laugh, trying her best to make an angry expression, but after trying for a long time, she just couldn't get angry, so she could only say with a half-smile:

"For you, I even sacrificed a crucial card. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Snapped!

She flicked the long, black leather whip in her hand, creating a crisp sonic boom in the air.

It seems our interests overlap somewhat...

Livre examined the whip with great interest, and couldn't help but think of her own whip, as well as Fors, who loved to be close to whips.

No, I can't let my mind wander now. I should play the role of Elaine well...

Livre composed herself and adopted a cold expression:

“Returning here is already the greatest punishment.”

"Still as stubborn as ever..."

Tracy stood up, her figure tall and graceful. In the candlelight, the shadows on her body undulated, making her extremely alluring.

"However, I do hope that your body can be as stubborn as your mouth, and not surrender so quickly every time..."

With a smile on her face and a whip in her left hand, she walked step by step toward the red-haired Elaine.

During this process, Livre noticed that she was wearing a bracelet on her right wrist that was only studded with diamonds. This was the magical item that the real Elaine had mentioned, which could negate damage and grant immunity to abnormal statuses.

"Oh, they've handcuffed you. That's good, it saves me the trouble."

Tracy said with a smile, but her azure eyes seemed to be brimming with a storm of desire.

Livre, disguised as 'Eleanor', pursed her lips and remained silent.

Tracy walked up to her, raised her right hand, touched her cheek, and slid it down her face:

"Coming back is the greatest punishment?"

As she spoke, her eyes became hazy and alluring.

“I don’t think you usually see it that way. Although you always seem reluctant at first, you often become more enthusiastic than I am later…”

Before Tracy could finish speaking, a crisp sound of metal gears meshing rang out. Livre unlocked the handcuffs, and with lightning speed, grabbed the bracelet on Tracy's wrist with her left hand and yanked it down!

The diamond-encrusted bracelet slipped off Tracy's wrist. The beautiful and alluring lieutenant general, still reeling from the shock, stared in astonishment as 'Eleanor' transformed into a tall, voluptuous, and captivatingly beautiful woman.

At the same time, as Liviel revealed her true form, a layer of black flame appeared on her left hand, spreading from Tracy's wrist throughout her body, scorching her body that had lost the protection of the bracelet.

"what!"

Tracy's beautifully curved chin jerked up suddenly, as if she were about to let out an extremely painful scream.

However, her figure shattered like an illusion, and the full-length mirror in the room cracked and disintegrated rapidly, scattering across the floor.

Tracy's figure appeared in the corner of the full-length mirror. Before she could catch her breath, an ice spear formed from frost whistled through the air and hurtled straight at her exposed chest!

Tracy nimbly rolled away, dodging the ice spear attack. At the same time, she quickly uttered a few words, and in an instant, the power of the disease spread throughout the room.

Liviel suddenly felt a sore throat and a tingling sensation throughout her body. Countless invisible spider silks wrapped around her, some hard, trying to bind her, others soft, teasing different parts of her body, making her heart race, her ears burn, and her body feel slightly numb and tingling. She felt both the discomfort of a cold and the urge to have sex.

But with just a flick of her finger, Livre activated the sex addict's abilities, suppressing his own desires, while Tracy's desires were aroused instead.

In an instant, Tracy's striking cheeks flushed crimson, and her azure eyes were veiled in mist, creating a striking contrast.

Taking advantage of Tracy's being influenced by desire, Livre gripped the puppet in her hand, and several invisible spiritual threads flew out and wrapped around Tracy's body.

Feeling the sluggishness, Tracy quickly urged herself on again, her figure seemingly trying to disappear from the spot.

Just then, the teleportation talisman under Livre's robe flashed, and a figure appeared beside her—it was Edwina, who had been teleported there using ritual magic.

"Imprisonment!"

As soon as Edwina appeared, she solemnly uttered two syllables in ancient Hermes, and a talisman in her hand lit up, bursting forth with powerful spiritual energy imbued with restrictive power.

Tracy's body, which was almost dissipating, solidified again, letting out a painful scream before remaining still.

The intense feeling of stagnation grew stronger and stronger. Undeterred, Tracy took a step forward, her five fingers, now gleaming with icy blades, lunging at Livre.

Livre dodged to the side, easily avoiding Tracy's attack, but the next second, Tracy's figure, who had rushed towards her, vanished like a mirage.

"Mirror illusion!"

Tracy's figure quickly appeared diagonally opposite, her shirt button undone, revealing her snow-white and alluring figure.

Without any hesitation, the sick general rushed out of the bedroom door.

Just then, a huge roar came from outside, and even the bedroom floor shook, almost causing Tracy to lose her balance.

In that instant, the puppet's spiritual threads climbed back up Tracy's body, clinging to her long legs like a persistent leech.

Edwina also made complex gestures, her eyes shining brightly, and uttered obscure ancient Hermes:

"In the name of the White Pagoda."

"Knowledge becomes chains."

"Bind the savage enemy!"

As she chanted, a thick chain composed of several characters wrapped around Tracy, not directly touching her body, but keeping her in place and making every move difficult for her.

Bound by ritual magic and controlled by puppets, Tracy found even the slightest movement of her fingers extremely difficult; only her azure eyes struggled to blink, revealing a pained expression.

As the roar of engines began, panicked shouts came from outside.

Just then, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door. A pirate, without bothering to knock, pushed the door open and shouted:

"Captain, the Golden Dream has opened fire on us..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was surprised to see that his captain was disheveled, revealing large areas of her fair skin, and was in an awkward position, almost motionless, as if she were being controlled by two other beautiful women ten meters away.

The pirate was instantly controlled by intense desire. In that instant, he seemed to return to the countless nights he had fantasized about his captain in his dreams, and his eyes were filled with greed as he looked at Tracy's snow-white skin.

Whoosh!

A sharp spider silk sliced ​​across his neck, and the pirate's head fell off, ending his life in a lewd fantasy.

A hint of despair flashed in Tracy's eyes; now, she could no longer count on her crew to rescue her.

As the puppet's spiritual threads penetrated deeper, Tracy almost completely lost control of her body, and even her consciousness seemed to be slowly peeling away.

Livre dared not be careless in the slightest, and did her best to control the puppet doll, while Edwina set up a spiritual wall to isolate sound and breath, turning the entire bedroom into an absolutely quiet place.

In the deathly silence, Tracy slowly approached the end of her life.

A strong sense of resentment welled up in her azure eyes, but she was powerless to do anything about it, just like Elaine, whom she had forcibly ravaged.

Those beautiful eyes slowly closed into a slit, and when they opened again, the disease would turn Tracy into a lifeless puppet.

However, at that moment, a mirror on the bedroom desk began to ripple violently.

Almost instantly, a stunningly beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a pristine white robe, stepped out of the mirror.

The White Witch!

Liviel was startled, and immediately felt a powerful sense of oppression spreading throughout the room.

The White Witch's ethereal eyes were expressionless. She swiftly raised her fair hand, reached out and grabbed at the invisible spiritual threads.

Livre sensed that her control over the spiritual threads had greatly weakened, and Tracy, who was almost turned into a puppet, had regained some of her mobility.

Her eyes were filled with the excitement of being reborn, and she cried out eagerly: