Chapter 119

“So, where were we?” I asked even as I opened the cabinet. The sight that my eyes met was spectacular. Oeyne’s delicious caramel skin was covered with sweat, adding a nice shine to her already impressive beauty, while her chest was heaving helplessly.

But that was nothing compared to the amazing sight of her face, a mixture of pleasure, joy, desperation, and helplessness, to a level of perfection I had never seen before. She was reacting to her loss of strength after I blocked her connection with the specific nodes in her soul space.

Admittedly, it had some interesting implications, such as destroying the nodes to permanently depowering someone, but only under certain circumstances. Killing someone was still easier than depowering them, and that was before going into any possible backlash from the system for doing so.

The more interesting possibility was permanently enhancing someone’s power directly. The disgusting patchwork of power I had observed from the soul space of the assassins that were targeting Titania already suggested it was possible, not that I was interested in it other than possible academic implications.

I was more than happy with the way I was helping the others level up, thank you very much.

However, the theoretical applications of soul space manipulations were just a fleeting line of thought that occurred on the back of my head while I pulled Oeyne out of the stuffy cabinet and pushed against the work surface. After repeated orgasms thanks to the vibrator I added to the ensemble —and without the endurance to resist— she had already enjoyed several climaxes, forcing me to lower the suppression of her endurance to prevent her from fainting from overwhelming pleasure as I started caressing her wet lips.

“So,” I started lazily even as I freed her from her gag, allowing her moans to rose unimpeded while my other hand was still busy caressing her entrance. “Have you found my talk with the princess’s handmaiden useful?” Rather than a proper answer, I received a moan that was roughly positive. “Use your words, master, your apprentice can’t understand you,” I said mockingly even as I slapped her ass softly.

Even that was enough to trigger another helpless climax in her overcharged state. She tried to give a proper answer, but it failed quickly as her voice was flooded with endless moans. The treatment from my hands, alternating between caresses and spanks, didn’t exactly help her contain her tone as well. It took almost a minute for her to utter a few words. “It was ... very good.”

“Really,” I said with a mocking enthusiasm. “Do you think I deserve a reward for my expert diplomacy,” I said even as I slipped two fingers into her wetness, earning another desperate moan, this time even louder.

“Yes,” she answered helplessly.

“Such a good master,” I said even as I pulled out my fingers, and without a warning, impaled her wetness aggressively. It was a pity that I was temporarily unable to progress the companion process, because Oeyne was at the perfect point to leverage it. And the stat bonus he would have received from that would have come very usefully while repairing the staff.

It was a pity, but instead of lamenting the loss of opportunity, I focused on the amazing sight in front of me, her arms still handcuffed, her legs wrapped in silver chains, turning her into an amazing gift. A gift that I continued to ram mercilessly while she moaned, not giving her even a moment to recover.

Still, I occasionally loosened the restrictions on her physical stats to prevent her from collapsing, even occasionally relying on my healing to reduce her exhaustion. Otherwise, it was impossible for her to stay conscious under the flood of pleasure.

Her moans intensified when I slipped one hand between the work surface and her chest, squeezing her breasts aggressively. Her nipples were so hard that I was surprised they weren’t scratching the work surface as she slid back and forth.

“So, you have a lot of time to think about the discussion. What’s your opinion?” I asked, well aware anything more than a few simple words were impossible to create for her.

“What?” was all she could utter, confused at the sudden question, my repeated squeezing of her spectacular breasts not making it any easier. “I-” she tried to add, only to fade into a cry when I spanked her hard once more, making her huge ass jiggle.

“Try to be more articulate, master. It doesn’t fit your esteemed self,” I mocked her, only to continue to spank her whenever she opened her mouth, trying to answer, drowning her words in another moan.

Despite the rough treatment, however, when I pulled out of her, the only reaction she let out was a desperate plea. “No, please, don’t stop,” she gasped, impressing me with her articulation.

“Don’t worry,” I said with a chuckle as I cast a spell, conjuring another set of chains even as the handcuffs I created were flicked open. An arcana spell allowed the chains to move freely, wrapping her arms, forcing her upright. I walked around her a full circle, enjoying the sight of her voluptuous body that rejected the domain of time.

[-43 Mana]

“Such a slutty master,” I said as I spanked her softly, enjoying the way she gushed at the slightest touch. “The guilds were idiots to use threats and financial incentives to censure you. All they needed was a well-crafted dildo for you to fold,” I mocked her as I caressed her body softly, which, despite the great contrast with the earlier rough treatment, still worked wonders.

Agility: 35 Manipulation: 40

Speed: 34 Intelligence: 44

Endurance: 34 Wisdom: 46

HP: 5370 / 5370 Mana: 6600 / 6600 ]

SKILLS

Master Melee [100/100]

Master Tantric [100/100]

Master Biomancy [100/100]

Master Elemental [100/100]

Master Arcana [100/100]

Master Subterfuge [100/100]

Expert Speech [75/75]

Advanced Craft [50/50]

PERKS

Mana Regeneration

Skill Share

Empowerment (1/1)

Teleportation

COMPANIONS

[Cornelia - Level 21/25]

[Helga - Level 17/21]