Chapter 123

“Chapter 123: She’s gone mad! This woman is crazy!”

With a chilling sensation, Lynn looked down to find a pair of porcelain-white hands had somehow shackled a pair of cuffs around his neck.

?

Lynn’s brain momentarily short-circuited for a few seconds.

Then came another loud snap.

To his shock, the woman had shackled the other end to her own wrist.

As he sat on the bedside, still trying to process what was happening, Ivyst flashed a brilliant smile, as if she had just let out the breath she was holding.

“Now you can’t escape.”

She gently shook the cold, heavy iron chain, a faint blush appearing on her pale face.

Who knew if it was due to her excitement or something else.

“Your Highness, this…?”

Lynn wanted to say something, but she cut him off again.

“Call me Master.”

Ivyst seemed a bit unhappy.

With a sharp tug of the iron chain, Lynn felt himself lurch forward, tumbling into a soft, warm embrace, his face awkwardly sinking into the woman’s deep neckline.

His nostrils were instantly filled with the fragrant scent of roses, and his heart involuntarily sped up.

Lynn tried to tilt his head back to escape her embrace.

But to his horror, the woman’s strength was absurd, even stronger than him, who was enhanced by a blazing dragon’s heart, practically trying to meld him into her body.

Lynn felt his nose begin to ache.

Despite the incredibly alluring position, he found not a single lewd thought crossed his mind in the heavy embrace of Her Highness.

Alright.

Maybe just a little.

When Lynn instinctively reached to push Ivyst away, his hands barely grazed her slender waist when he heard a soft moan escape her lips.

But she tightened her grip even more.

No way.

What on earth happened between me and this woman before I lost my memory?!

Don’t tell me I slept with her and now she’s not letting go?

Lynn felt utterly bewildered.

Instinctively, he wanted to grab Afia, who had been peacefully snoozing on his lap, but she just let out a “meow” and hopped away.

Realizing his current isolated situation, Lynn’s face darkened.

Great.

It seems if I don’t call her ‘Master’ today, I won’t have a happy ending.

But I’m already the little dog of Witch Miss; it’s said a dog cannot serve two masters, how could I betray her so easily?

Moreover, the future Witch Miss will retain today’s memories.

What to do?

Feeling increasingly suffocated in Ivyst’s fiery embrace, Lynn could hear her heart racing audibly in his ears.

Finally, in a voice more quiet than a whisper, he softly said, “. Sister.”

?!

In an instant, Ivyst felt a jolt of electrifying excitement course through her.

Her rapid heartbeat quickened even more, and her breaths turned sweet and heated.

He, he called me sister?

So cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute.

In the next moment, Lynn suddenly felt his head loosen, her palm gently lifting his chin as their eyes met.

In her bright red, glimmering irises was a tender softness, laced with a hint of moisture.

No way, when did I turn into a human aphrodisiac?

Lynn was about to mentally roast himself when he suddenly noticed Ivyst raising another hand, palm facing him.

A green Eye of the Mind mark began to manifest.

“Hypnosis!”

Ivyst seemed to be holding back some intense emotion, obviously struggling to keep her wild side under control, not wanting to show too much madness in front of Lynn.

For some reason, seeing that vertical pupil mark triggered Lynn’s automatic response to unleash the Liars’ Devourer.

Then he felt his consciousness pop out of his body like a soul leaving a shell, and he became numb and sluggish.

Wh-what’s happening?!

Clearly, things happening one after the other had Lynn, who had already lost his memory, even more confused.

Hypnosis?

This woman hypnotized me?

But why am I still aware, and able to respond?

Questions flooded his mind.

Out of caution, Lynn decided not to reveal that he wasn’t actually hypnotized, preparing to observe what would unfold.

So he watched as Ivyst, who couldn’t move her lower half, struggled to lift him onto the bed and let him lay beside her.

Next, he saw this woman slowly straddle his waist, tearing at his clothes, not even sparing his pants or socks.

In no time, he found himself completely bare, pressed against the soft bed.

Feeling Ivyst’s delicate and icy hands explore all over him, Lynn suddenly felt a bit tense.

Could it be… is it time to grow up?

He gasped inwardly.

For some reason, a flicker of anticipation arose.

But the very next second, Ivyst’s breath became rapid, and her eyes turned suddenly furious.

“Who did this…”

She murmured, her hand brushing over his shoulders and chest.

The should-have-been exclusive marks that were supposed to be sealed there were missing, replaced by smooth skin.

Ivyst bit her lip in frustration, unable to rein in the chaotic and pathological emotion inside her.

Or perhaps it was already spiraling out of control the moment she saw him for the first time.

With determination, she leaned down hard and bit Lynn’s shoulder, then moved to his throat, jaw, chest, arms, thighs…

Ivyst’s movements were sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, as if trying to imprint her exclusive mark all over him.

What the hell?!

Surgeons of pain mingled with warm, moist touches all over Lynn’s body made his mind spin.

She’s gone mad!

This woman is definitely crazy!!!

“Is human greed at fault?”

As Felix sat in the carriage leaving Augusta Manor, he gazed blankly out the window, lost in thought about the reply Duke Tilius had just given him.

He was astounded by Lynn’s audacious maneuvers.

This abstract way of handling business was something he had never seen before, a stark contrast to those corrupt nobles, bogged down by their own rules, filled with creativity.

Though their basic intentions aligned, the outcomes were worlds apart.

For the lower-class refugees, food was already unreasonably expensive; therefore, the supposed pricing was just a mere number.

The reason for raising prices was to convey a message to the outside world.

Orlen City has overwhelming disaster profits to be made— the Tilius family has already made a fortune!

With the Duke’s title as reassurance and profits soaring to several times the usual, it spurred the greed of nobles and merchants alike.

Although the major transport routes near Orlen City had been destroyed in this disaster, making it hard to deliver food, that only mattered to others.

In the eyes of greedy merchants, as long as there were tenfold profits to be had, they would even sell the rope to hang themselves!

What’s a little inconvenience in transport?

Thus, after hearing that news, local nobles in Orlen City eagerly began communicating with various business associations from the outside world and other cities’ nobles, hoping to act as their spokespersons and all make a fortune together.

!

So within days, truckloads of food and various essentials began flowing into Orlen City, overcoming countless mountain obstacles.

They thought they’d hit a jackpot like the Tilius family.

But in the end, this was just a young boy pulling a fast one.

With a full twenty thousand refugees inside the city, what happens if their anger is ignited?

Reflecting on the ruined remnants of the glamorous noble mansions that used to shine, Felix couldn’t help but let a smirk creep onto his lips.

“I must kill you.”

He muttered to himself, having completely shed the previous guise of wanting to befriend the talented.

This is a harsh reality.

For Felix, since he couldn’t reel Lynn in, and didn’t want to create an enemy, better to crush him while he was still weak.

“But not yet.” After some thought, Felix shook his head, “At least let you and Cyrilina fight first.”

“So Lynn Bartleon, hurry to the Imperial Capital.”

“That’s where your true stage awaits.”

However, at this very moment, the promising Lynn Bartleon was being cradled humiliatingly by the big sister, like a baby eagerly waiting for food.

The day outside had brightened considerably; a whole night had passed since the events of yesterday.

Feeling Ivyst’s soft and fragrant embrace, Lynn sighed softly.

His body still throbbed from the biting marks, some were only shallow imprints, while others had drawn blood.

And the architect of all this, Ivyst, was currently fast asleep.

After being inexplicably hypnotized yesterday, Lynn had been at Ivyst’s mercy.

She seemed to have gone crazy, wanting to mark him all over like a canvas with her unique signs, leaving Lynn quite bewildered.

Even now, he remained clueless about the nature of their relationship before his memory loss.

But about that hypnosis, Lynn had some theories.

He probably maintained his consciousness during the hypnosis because of the Liars’ Devourer before his memory loss.

Yet Ivyst herself seemed unaware of this fact.

Silencing himself for a moment, Lynn turned his gaze toward Ivyst’s sleeping face.

This was the only time he could sense a hint of calmness radiating from her.

Last night, as they slept wrapped in each other’s arms, Lynn could feel that this woman appeared to lack security, waking several times to instinctively cling to him, gripping his wrist tightly, afraid he would vanish again.

Lynn let out a subtle sigh.

Ivyst’s emotions were too twisted and heavy, making him uncomfortable.

The past of Witch Miss was something like this; it felt disillusioning.

Below.

Lynn pulled up his pants, forgetting the scene from last night where Yun Chang had secretly shown his power.

Just then, a sudden urge arose.

He instinctively tried to get up to go to the restroom, but the sound of the chain around his neck clanked.

Oops!

In the next moment, Ivyst slowly opened her eyes, her confused gaze momentarily dazed before she pushed herself up, stretching.

The strap slipped down her creamy shoulder, revealing half of a breathtaking view.

She gazed at Lynn, who was preparing to get out of bed, and gently tugged at the chain shackled to her wrist: “Not behaving, are we?”

Lynn held his bladder, explaining, “Your Highness, I was just about to go to the restroom to handle a personal matter.”

To his surprise, upon hearing Lynn’s words, a charming flush crept across Ivyst’s face.

Using her bare, beautiful foot, she lightly brushed against Lynn’s all-naked body: “If you want to go, just go!”

Well, surprisingly, even though the clothes were loose, without them, she had quite a good figure.

Ivyst’s breath quickened slightly.

Lynn’s face darkened: “Could you please unlock these cuffs first?”

He shook the heavy shackles in protest.

Seeing this, a spark of excitement flickered in Ivyst’s bright red eyes.

Only after a whole night had passed did she finally shake off the joy of regaining something lost, realizing this wasn’t just a dream.

She felt exceptionally cherishing towards everything she had regained.

Therefore, even a small matter like this became a game between them.

“Figure it out yourself.”

Since Ivyst’s lower half couldn’t move normally due to intermittent muscle weakness, she could only remain lying on the bed.

And right now, Lynn was being pushed to his limits by his urgent need.

Forget it!

Lynn gritted his teeth, then made a bold decision, ignoring Ivyst’s triumphant expression, and swept her up in a princess carry.

“Trying to bully your master? What a lecherous little puppy!”

Ivyst scolded him, appearing a bit annoyed at this behavior.

Still, the sickly delight that flickered in her eyes and the way she instinctively wrapped her arms around Lynn’s neck betrayed her true feelings at that moment.