Mystery: The Witch of Desire

She assessed the success rate of making a move now.

Dealing with both a Sequence 7 and a Sequence 8 who have already largely digested the potion at the same time doesn't seem like a good option.

Clive is manageable, but Luna Bell possesses the ability to use a mirror substitute. Livre discovered several mirrors within sight, making it difficult to completely kill Luna Bell through a sneak attack.

Moreover, the invisibility has been maintained for too long, and if it continues to remain there, the risk of exposure will increase significantly.

Livre decided to stop watching the Belle family's outing. She quietly left the corner, intending to go up to the second floor when they weren't looking and find a window to jump out of.

She remained invisible, moving forward silently.

However, just as she was about to reach the top of the stairs, a dressing mirror beside her suddenly emitted a cold light.

Liviel was stunned. Before she could react, the mirror shattered with a crack, and fine shards fell to the ground.

Under the force of this explosion, which contained a certain spiritual energy, Livre's figure was shaken out of her invisibility and revealed in the living room.

"Damn it, why did this mirror suddenly shatter!"

Luna Bell and Clive, now one, turned around in alarm at the same time and saw Livre standing there abruptly.

"It's you!"

Luna Bell's pupils contracted sharply, and an incredulous look of shock appeared on her face. Marilyn Bello, who should have been dead long ago, was actually alive and well in her home.

Without the slightest hesitation, as soon as her figure emerged from concealment, she immediately bent over, turned around, and ran wildly towards the second floor.

Her only thought right now was to escape—escape Luna Bell's house, escape the Baria Theatre Company, escape the Joewood district, and find a secluded place to change her identity. As for Luna Bell and Clevill's conspiracy, she could report it to the church and let the extraordinary ones handle it; if the Steam Church chose to show favoritism because of Clevill, she would report it to the Church of the Storm Lord… In short, saving her own life was the most important thing!

Livre moved swiftly, rushing up to the second floor in the blink of an eye. Her fingertips were already touching the window frame at the end of the corridor. If she could just push open the window, she could escape along the wall.

But at that moment, the mirrors hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor suddenly rippled strangely. As the light distorted, the mirrors shattered, and Luna Bell's figure appeared.

As soon as she appeared, a large amount of pitch-black flames instantly gathered in her palm, and she slammed them down hard towards Livia without hesitation.

Liviel's heart tightened, and she instinctively dodged to the side, simultaneously igniting a cluster of black flames at her fingertips, which she then used to strike Luna's black flames. With a muffled "boom," the two clusters of black flames collided, bursting into a shower of sparks. The icy collision of spiritual energy whipped up a biting wind that caused the curtains in the corridor to flutter.

Luna Bell stared in astonishment at the black flames in Livre's hand, and instinctively asked in a trembling voice:

"You're a witch?!"

She never doubted Marilyn Monroe's identity, and she never imagined that this woman, whom she had always regarded as a lamb to the slaughter, was actually a Witch Path Sequence 7 Extraordinary, just like herself.

The shock lasted only a moment before Luna Bell's eyes were replaced by ruthlessness. Black flames surged from her fingertips, attacking Liviel once more. At the same time, her other hand condensed a large amount of frost, attempting to seal Liviel's body. The two clashed, their black flames intertwining and colliding. Liviel constantly dodged and weaved, not lingering in the fight. However, whenever she approached the window, she was forced back by the frost and black flames. For the first time, Liviel felt that the witch's abilities were so troublesome.

Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, hurried footsteps came from downstairs, and Clever rushed over. He immediately drew his pistol, aimed at Livr, and pulled the trigger repeatedly, but Livr skillfully dodged and was not hit by the bullets.

But Clever's aim wasn't to shoot Livre; after suppressing her with gunfire, he threw a box at Luna Bell.

Luna Bell reached out and quickly pulled a palm-sized doll from the box. The doll was pale, dressed in a miniature black trench coat, with two eerie black gems in its eyes, and a faint spiritual fluctuation swirling around it.

The moment the puppet appeared, it shot out several colorless threads, which coiled towards Liviel like venomous snakes. Liviel's heart skipped a beat. The threads were invisible to the naked eye, but she could clearly sense their malevolent spirit. She instantly realized: this was the magical item Luna Bell had mentioned before, the one that could control puppets!

She quickly dodged to the side, her steps swift as she weaved through the corridor, avoiding wave after wave of entangled threads. But the threads seemed to come alive, spreading with the spiritual energy Luna Bell infused them, relentlessly pursuing Liviel. Finally, in the midst of the entanglement, a thread wrapped around her wrist, and Liviel felt her movements immediately restricted. Then, more threads swarmed in, tightly binding her limbs.

Within seconds, Livre felt as if her joints were rusting, and even her thoughts became sluggish.

She immediately activated her Mirror Stand ability, her figure vanishing from the spot, leaving only a blur. Ripples appeared on the mirror in the distant corridor before it shattered with a crash. Livre's figure was outlined beside the mirror, successfully breaking free from the threads attached to the doll.

Before Livre could even catch her breath, the shattered shards of glass seemed to come alive, stabbing at her. Blood gushed out instantly, and she screamed in agony.

Luna Bell smiled smugly, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Do you think my mirror wouldn't be marked?"

At the same time, Clive fired again, bang bang bang! Two bullets pierced her shoulder blades, the huge impact sending Livre's light body flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

Despite the pain, Livre put on the 'Bloodthirsty Gloves' from her pocket. Instantly, she felt the gloves' thirsty blood power surge through her body, and her wounds healed rapidly.

However, taking advantage of Livre's injury, Luna Bell moved with ghostly speed, clutching the strange doll tightly in her hand. With a slight twitch of her fingertips, several colorless threads quietly extended from the doll, spreading rapidly along the ground and silently climbing up Livre's ankles and calves, winding upwards along her clothes, instantly entangling her limbs and neck.

The instant the silk threads touched her skin, Liviel felt a buzzing in her head, her thoughts sluggish once more, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at her consciousness. A stiffness spread through her limbs, and her body gradually became unresponsive, as if she were about to completely lose control and become a puppet manipulated by a doll. That feeling of being powerless was more piercing than the burning black flames.

Liviel's heart tightened. Suppressing the confusion in her mind and the stiffness in her body, she mustered all her strength to activate her spiritual power once more, using the Mirror Substitute ability. This time, she didn't anchor herself to the mirror inside the villa, but instead targeted the mirror she had left at the villa's entrance. However, the distance was too great, the casting time was much longer than before, and her spiritual energy flowed more slowly. The moment her form shifted, Luna Bell keenly detected it.

"Want to escape?"

A playful glint flashed in Luna Bell's eyes, and she immediately intensified her control over the puppet. The colorless threads wrapped around Liviel tightened instantly, carrying a strange, chaotic power that disrupted Liviel's spiritual flow like a tangled mess, abruptly interrupting her spellcasting rhythm. At the same time, Luna Bell flashed forward, raising her leg and delivering a powerful kick, her toes, burning with black flames, slamming into Liviel's abdomen.

"Well--"

Intense pain instantly swept through her body. Liviel groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her spiritual energy instantly became chaotic, the casting of the mirror substitute was abruptly interrupted, she staggered back a few steps, her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground, the threads binding her body tightened even more, and the feeling of sluggishness in her consciousness became even stronger.

Clive quickly stepped forward, reloaded his revolver at lightning speed, and aimed at Livre's head.

In that brief moment, Livre, enduring the excruciating pain in her lower abdomen and the blurring of her consciousness, used all her spiritual power to activate the abilities of a sex addict. An invisible desire quietly spread out, precisely enveloping Luna Bell and Clive.

Luna Bell froze, a barely concealed desire flashing in her eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly, and an uncontrollable restlessness rising within her. But she was, after all, a Sequence 7 witch, and she gritted her teeth, barely suppressing her body's instinctive reaction.

Meanwhile, Clive, whose willpower was already weak, was instantly overwhelmed by desire. His fingers loosened, and the pistol clattered to the ground. His eyes were fixed on the naked Luna Bell beside him with a fascination and greed. He walked toward her uncontrollably, his eyes filled with burning lust.

Chapter 124 'The Husband's Criminal' has been released.

After some cuts, Chapter 124, "Husband's Crime," is finally released. Please take a look. I spent a long time writing this chapter, putting a lot of effort into it, and it was very enjoyable to write. I hope you all like it.

Chapter 126 Sequence 6: Pleasure (Combined Chapter)

PS: Chapter 124 has been released again. Those who haven't read it can take a look.

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Luna Bell was thrown into a panic by this sudden turn of events. She forcefully suppressed the surging desire within her while frantically manipulating the puppet, trying to tighten the strings and control Liviel. But Cleviel, like a wild beast out of control, lunged at her, reaching out to grab her. Luna Bell, enraged, instantly conjured a cluster of black flames at her fingertips, which she unhesitatingly scorched towards Cleviel, all the while shouting angrily:

"You useless dead pig! Wake up right now!"

"what--"

Black flames burned his body, and Clever let out a shrill scream, staggering back a few steps. His desire was instantly dispelled by the excruciating pain, and his face was filled with agony and fear.

As Luna Bell was consumed by desire, her control over the puppet's threads greatly diminished. Taking advantage of this brief respite, Liviel exerted all her remaining spiritual energy, rapidly condensing a piece of frost in her palm into a spear, which she hurled at Luna Bell.

Luna Bell instinctively dodged to the side, the Frost Spear grazed her shoulder, and slammed into the wall with a "crack," shattering and sending up a cloud of cold ice shards.

Taking advantage of Luna Bell's momentary dodge, Liviel sprinted forward, covering about twenty meters in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, she felt the binding sensation on her body vanish instantly, and the mental fog dissipated. The colorless threads wrapped around her had broken as the distance increased. Liviel instantly understood: the limit of control over these doll threads was approximately twenty meters.

Before Clivia could even catch her breath, gunshots rang out behind her, and a chilling shockwave, carrying howling black flames, hurtled straight towards her back. Her heart tightened, and she instinctively rolled to the side, the black flames grazing her clothes as she narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

But after the black flames came several bullets in succession. Liviel, who was suspended in mid-air, couldn't dodge in time. With a "thud," the bullets went straight through her arm, and warm blood gushed out instantly. The intense pain spread from her arm to her whole body.

Fortunately, the Bloodthirsty Gloves' self-healing ability took effect immediately, and the flesh at the wound quickly coagulated and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the excruciating pain still made her vision go black.

Without thinking twice, Livre gritted her teeth and plunged into a bedroom next to the corridor.

Luna Bell and Clive followed closely behind, rushing forward instantly and blocking the bedroom doorway on either side. Luna Bell's eyes were sinister as she gave Clive a gesturing look, signaling him to go and open the door. Clive looked reluctant, but he took a deep breath, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked the bedroom door hard.

With a loud bang, the bedroom door opened, and Clive jumped back almost the instant it was kicked open, fearing an ambush from Livre.

The expected attack did not occur. Instead, Bright burst out of the bedroom, shouting frantically:

"That bitch ran away! She ran away!"

Clive was taken aback and subconsciously asked:

Where did she go?

Before the words were even finished, the figure of "Bright" suddenly twisted violently, and large swaths of black flames erupted from his body. Clementine was caught off guard and was instantly engulfed by the sudden black flames. He screamed and fell to the ground, his body convulsing violently. He frantically pounded at the black flames with his hands, but the flames burned ever brighter. The searing pain brought him to the brink of collapse, and his agonizing cries echoed throughout the corridor.

Cluna Bell reacted with lightning speed, leaping backward the instant the black flames erupted, barely dodging the blast. But witnessing this scene, her eyes were filled with disbelief and shock as she stared intently at Livre, who had transformed from Bright, and demanded sharply:

"You're the Faceless Man? No, that can't be!"

She knew that it was impossible for an extraordinary being to possess both the ability to manipulate black flames and the ability to change body shape at the same time, and that the other party was definitely a genuine witch, so the ability to transform into other people was most likely due to the use of some magical item.

Could it be that glove?

Luna Bell's gaze fell on the Bloodthirsty Gloves worn by Livre, her eyes filled with apprehension and fervor. Such a magical item, capable of transforming into a Faceless Man, must be of immeasurable value.

Liviel didn't answer. Her figure emerged from the black flames, and a chilling frost spear instantly materialized in her palm. Without hesitation, she hurled it at Luna Bell. But Luna Bell was prepared. With a slight movement of her fingertips, she immediately manipulated the strange puppet, and several colorless threads shot out, precisely wrapping around the frost spear.

A horrifying scene unfolded. Even the cold spear was firmly controlled by the silk threads, its tip suddenly reversing, thrusting straight towards Liviel's body. Liviel couldn't dodge in time; with a "thud," the ice spear pierced her ribs, leaving a gruesome hole. A chilling aura spread throughout her body from the wound, and blood instantly stained her skirt. Although the Bloodthirsty Gloves' self-healing ability activated again, and the wound healed at an astonishing speed, the severe injury still made the gloves instantly scalding hot. A strong, intense thirst emanated from the gloves, as if they were draining all the blood from her body.

Liviel cried out in pain, jerking her hand to snap the ice spear embedded in her ribs, sending shards of ice flying everywhere. But the colorless threads didn't stop; they swarmed forward again, instantly binding her limbs and rendering her immobile. Liviel was startled and immediately activated her spiritual power, black flames igniting at her fingertips, which she used to burn the threads binding her. With a few hissing sounds, the threads were temporarily burned away by the black flames, and she seized the opportunity to break free, turning to flee into the distance.

But just then, the Bloodthirsty Gloves suddenly unleashed their backlash. Their thirst intensified, frantically trying to drain Liviel's blood. A wave of dizziness washed over her, leaving her weak and swaying before she crashed heavily to the ground. The broken threads seized the opportunity to wrap around her body again, tightly binding her movements. The sluggishness in her mind returned, and her consciousness began to blur.

Luna Bell curled a smug and cruel smile on her face, strode forward, and began to gather terrifying black flames in her hands.

As Luna Bell closed in step by step, Livre knew she had no way out and could only gamble everything.

In her moment of crisis, she remembered the time when the malicious man handed her the Bloodthirsty Gloves.

Gritting her teeth, she mustered her last bit of strength and ripped off the scalding, blood-red gloves from her hands, throwing them at Luna Belle. At the same time, she activated her Actor ability, adopting a fearful and pleading expression, her voice trembling slightly:

"Here, have this! Please spare my life!"

Luna Bell was taken aback, then took the glove with a mixture of excitement and eagerness, but in that instant, she had a strange feeling that the blood-red glove had established some kind of mystical connection with her.

Luna Bell's gaze had just landed on the Bloodthirsty Glove in the air when, before she could react, the blood-glowing glove suddenly twisted violently. The front of the glove instantly opened into a gaping maw filled with fine, sharp teeth, like a wild beast that had gone out of control, lunging at Luna Bell's hand.

"what--!"

Luna Bell let out a piercing scream as the sharp teeth of the Bloodthirsty Gloves clamped down on her right hand. The razor-sharp tips easily tore through her skin, burrowing into her flesh and frantically sucking out her blood. Warm blood gushed in through the gaps in the gloves, only to be instantly drained. Luna Bell felt a piercing pain in her right hand, all the blood in her body rapidly draining away towards the bite, and her strength quickly dissipating.

She was both shocked and furious. Instinctively, she activated her spiritual power, and black flames ignited at her fingertips. Without hesitation, she scorched the Bloodthirsty Gloves. But when the black flames landed on the gloves, they only made a faint hissing sound, leaving not even a scorch mark. They couldn't damage the gloves in the slightest.

Luna Bell panicked completely. Ignoring the excruciating pain in her hand, she frantically manipulated the puppet. Several colorless threads shot out instantly, densely wrapping around the Bloodthirsty Glove, attempting to tear it off her hand. But the glove held on tightly; the threads could only barely suppress its attack, but couldn't pull it off at all. Luna Bell gritted her teeth, forced to mobilize more colorless threads, and exerted all her strength to activate the puppet's extraordinary abilities. The threads tightened more and more, almost turning the glove into a ball of yarn, before she could barely restrain its bloodthirsty momentum.

At the same time, the threads binding Liviel loosened as Luna Bell exerted full control over the puppet, instantly easing the restraint. Seizing the opportunity, Liviel leaped to her feet, her remaining spiritual energy surging wildly, and a thicker, frost spear instantly materialized in her palm, locking onto Luna Bell.

Luna Bell, using all her strength and the power of the doll's threads, finally managed to tear the Bloodthirsty Glove that was biting her hand. She was now covered in splattered blood, her right hand a gruesome sight; half her palm was mangled and exposed bone from the glove's bite, blood still gushing from the wound. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror and hatred. With trembling arms, she hurled the glove at Livre, her voice hoarse and venomous:

"Here you go! This damn thing!"

Livre didn't even take it, not even glancing at the glove; her tone was full of disgust and resolute rejection.

"I don't want this!"

The bloodthirsty glove, thrown away, showed no sign of slowing its bloodlust. It tumbled in the air and lunged at Luna Bell again, this time biting precisely into her chest. Its sharp teeth instantly tore through her skin, frantically sucking her blood. Luna Bell let out a heart-wrenching scream, her body convulsing violently. She desperately tried to tear the glove apart with her left hand while simultaneously maintaining control of the puppet's strings, completely overwhelmed and utterly trapped in a desperate situation.

In the instant Luna Bell fought desperately, a cold glint flashed in Livre's eyes, and she hurled the frost spear in her hand. The spear, accompanied by a whistling wind, pierced Luna Bell's chest with precision and ferocity, the tip emerging from her back, drawing a large pool of hot blood. Luna Bell's body stiffened abruptly, her scream abruptly ceasing. The fear and hatred in her eyes struggled for several seconds before gradually fading, replaced by an incredulous blankness and a lifeless, deathly pallor.

She reached out as if trying to grab something, but after struggling for a few moments, her arm fell limply to her side, and her body collapsed, lifeless.

Clementine, already near death from the black flames, was charred black, his skin shrunken and clinging to his bones. He writhed in agony on the ground, his piercing screams fading into feeble groans. The massive cluster of black flames, like an inextinguishable infernal fire, enveloped him tightly, slowly devouring his remaining life force.

Livre watched coldly, knowing full well that even if she did nothing, Clevill wouldn't last long and would eventually be burned to ashes by the black flames. But she didn't want to leave any hidden dangers, nor did she want this accomplice to have even the slightest chance of survival.

She walked slowly over, bent down to pick up the pistol that Clive had dropped on the ground, and steadily aimed the muzzle at his charred and deformed head, firing three shots in quick succession.

Three loud bangs rang out as bullets pierced his skull, splattering red and white matter onto the charred ground. Clever's body convulsed a few times before going completely still.

Just then, a series of urgent police whistles sounded in the distance, growing louder as they approached. Clearly, someone had heard the gunshots and called the police, and officers from the Hillston District rushed over.

Livre walked quickly to Clive's body, found his inspector's badge, held it in her hand, and swiftly went to the villa door. She gently opened the door a crack and looked out. Three uniformed police officers stood outside the door, holding revolvers and watching the villa warily.

She took a deep breath, transformed into Clive's form, pushed open the door, walked out, and held up her inspector's badge in front of the police officer:

“I am Inspector Clive of the Joewood District. We are on a secret mission. Please do not interfere.”

Upon seeing this, the three officers immediately straightened up and saluted. The wariness on their faces faded, but there was still a hint of worry in their eyes. After all, the other party was from the Jowood Precinct. Doing such a thing in their jurisdiction would be difficult to explain if their superiors asked.

Livre had anticipated their doubts and added calmly:

“I will send a letter to the Hillston Police Department tomorrow explaining the situation, so you don’t need to worry.”

Upon hearing this, the three police officers were completely relieved. After saluting again, they turned and hurriedly left the villa.

Mr. Bell stood there, stunned, looking at Clive, and quickly asked:

Once Livre confirmed the police officers were far away, she immediately turned and rushed back into the villa. The large villa was now empty; Mr. Bell and the servants had all fled. Beside the bodies of Clive and Luna Bell, each had emitted a unique aura: Clive's Sheriff aura glowed with a pale yellow light, while Luna Bell's Witch aura was pitch black.

Liviel walked up without ceremony, carefully put away the two extraordinary properties, then picked up Luna Bell's strange doll, stuffed it into her pocket, and took it with her.

On the other side, the Bloodthirsty Gloves, having absorbed a large amount of Luna Bell's blood, lost its previous bloodthirsty ferocity and returned to the appearance of an ordinary glove. Clivia, already wary, had no intention of taking the Bloodthirsty Gloves with her.

Just as Livr turned to leave, the glove suddenly leaped up and pounced in her direction. Although it no longer had the same frantic thirst as before, it still opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, looking eager to tear her apart and suck her blood, which was particularly creepy.

By this time, thanks to the self-healing ability of the Bloodthirsty Gloves, Livre's injuries had almost completely healed, leaving only a few shallow scars. She frowned as she looked at the gloves lunging at her, and sighed inwardly:

It seems that Luna Bell's blood wasn't enough to satisfy it; it needs more blood to calm down.

Left with no other choice, Livre gritted her teeth and used a dagger to cut open her own arm and feed it some blood.

Just then, a warm current suddenly surged through her lower abdomen, breaking her train of thought. Liviel froze for a moment, feeling something slowly sinking into her lower abdomen, and a sticky sensation coming from her lower body. She subconsciously reached out to touch it, and her fingertips were instantly moistened with a warm, wet substance.

Blood?

Liviel was startled and instantly realized: she had been stabbed by Luna Bell's frost spear and had gone through a series of battles. Her body had been stimulated by the cold and had started menstruating!