Chapter 338 Zagrath's Treatment

338 Zagrath's Treatment

"T-Take off my clothes?" Zagrath mutters with a stutter, looking at Zamira for interference.

"Well... That is true. You have to take everything off except your panties," Zamira answers, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment.

"Waah~" Zagrath mutters, opening her mouth wide in shock. Her face is extremely red, and her mouth moves as if she's about to say something but she is short of words. Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

"O-Okay, B-But don't do anything funny to my body," Zagrath says with a serious expression while I shrug my shoulders.

"Just lie down..."

Nodding her head, Zagrath does as I say as she starts undressing herself, leaving only her panties on.

I have to admit, her tits are really perky as they are standing erect and firm like mountains with her brown nipples that are barely visible.

Noticing my gaze, Zagrath quickly covers her tits, putting her hands over her chest.

"This is really embarrassing... I can't believe it," Zagrath mumbles with a red face, shaking her head in regret. But well... I am not to be blamed anyway.

"Haa~" Zagrath leaks out a sigh once again before she lies down on the bed.

Getting on my feet, I stand above her, bringing my eyes to meet hers. Without caring about her expression, I place my hand on her head, sending my aura into her head.

While my aura flows into her body, I notice a huge amount of blood aura stored in her body, greater than that of a vampire lord. However, her body doesn't seem to be able to exert such an amount of blood aura.

After studying the flow of her blood aura by infusing my own, I remove my hands and leak out a sigh.

"Can I proceed with the treatment?" I ask.

Zagrath nods in affirmation, a mixture of fear and determination in her eyes. "Yes, go ahead."

Without wasting time, I extend my hands, a surge of red mist emanating from them. The mist swirls and thickens, taking on an ethereal quality. With controlled precision, I wave my hand, shaping the mist into about twenty thick needles that hover in the air like a deadly dance.

The atmosphere becomes tense, and Zagrath, visibly anxious, swallows hard. She closes her eyes, mentally preparing herself for what's about to come. The room is filled with a charged energy as the needles hang ominously in the air.

"Trust me," I say, my voice steady, trying to reassure Zagrath. "This is part of the process, and it'll help in the long run."

Zagrath takes a deep breath, her trust evident in her nod. "I trust you, Prince Jake."

As I begin the procedure, the needles descend gracefully, piercing Zagrath's skin on every part of her body. The red mist merges with her body and starts making intricate movements as if crawling on her skin. Despite the initial discomfort and pain, Zagrath remains steadfast, biting her lips to silent her muffled cries.

Seeing her try to look strong as much as possible, I pity her because I have just started.

"Sanguine's blood arts; needle drill!" I utter, and the next moment, the needles start spinning, burying themselves deep into Zagrath's skin, bones, and every joint of her body.

"ARGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

After what seems to be an hour, the bed on which Zagrath is lying down can be seen soaked in a pool of blood. Blood can also be seen dripping from it as it couldn't contain the amount of blood soaked in it.

In the ceilings and around the room, several precise holes can be seen with every hole having the same dimension.

Glancing at Zamira, a smile appears on our faces and we turn our heads to Zagrath who is still lying down on the bed with a fine red aura dancing around her body in a mesmerizing way.