“Good puppy.”
After a series of attempts, Lynn had a rough understanding of the black thread’s general purpose.
He named this extraordinary weapon “Endless Thread.”
These threads had an effect of infinite extension and were very sturdy, capable of cutting through many metals. Overall, it was a pretty versatile extraordinary weapon.
But it wasn’t as powerful as he had imagined—at least not worthy of the title of a Level 1 Sealed Item.
Could there be some hidden mysteries within it?
Staring at the card in his hand, which had reverted to its original form, Lynn suddenly realized something.
When he infused it with Extraordinary Ability earlier, the card didn’t instantly transform into those black threads; instead, there was a brief moment of stasis.
During that time, the extraordinary power contained in the card didn’t overflow but rather absorbed more like a bottomless pit.
Could this thing have a second form?
With that in mind, Lynn activated his Transcendent Power once more, preparing to test the depths of this item.
What he didn’t expect was that a sudden change would occur in the next moment.
Accompanied by a sharp pain on his tongue, Lynn felt a flame ignite deep within his heart.
In that instant, he felt parched, his blood rushing faster, and his heart pounding fiercely.
The previously calm cloud of emotions had suddenly become like a warrior ready to go through the five passes and slay six generals!
Damn it.
What is happening?
Overwhelmed by this heated sensation, Lynn struggled to maintain his rationality, grabbing a mirror from the side and opening his mouth to take a look.
With the moonlight from the carriage, he vaguely saw the mark that Ivyst had left on his tongue earlier, now glowing faintly with a pink hue.
Dammit.
I knew that woman was up to something again!
Feeling dizzy, Lynn supported himself on the table and poured the glass of plain water over his forehead, trying to calm down.
But it was futile.
For some unknown reason, a graceful and enchanting figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
“Good puppy.”
The woman seemed to murmur softly, her bright red eyes misty.
Lynn waved his hand, and that figure instantly vanished.
But at that moment, with red eyes, Lynn’s mind was filled with his own thoughts.
Ivyst
Ivyst
Ivyst
Finally, the threads of his rationality snapped.
In the next second, Lynn pushed open the door and staggered into the narrow train aisle.
“Bang bang bang!”
With a rapid knocking sound, in the luxurious carriage, Ivyst, lying on her bed, placed her book against her chest, a glimmer of realization and satisfaction flashing in her red eyes.
She absentmindedly adjusted the bathrobe on her shoulders to cover the revealing bits, straightened her long black hair that had become sleek again due to power correction, and tried to appear dignified and aloof.
“Come in.”
Ivyst spoke calmly, a tone filled with the authority of royalty.
In the next moment, the Black-Haired Youth pushed the door open.
“Your Highness, what did you do to me?!”
The youth gritted his teeth, diving straight into the topic.
Looking at him now, he appeared savage, seemingly in pain, as if suppressing some impulse.
Ivyst’s lips curled into a fleeting smile.
“What did I do?” she replied coldly, “Are you questioning this royal princess? Is that how a subordinate should speak?”
Saying this, Ivyst closed her book with a thud and tossed it aside onto the desk.
Then, with her arms crossed, she seemed oblivious to the fact that she was only wearing a loose bathrobe, pushing her impressive assets up.
Realizing that the youth’s gaze lingered there, Ivyst’s breathing quickened slightly.
Was her tone a bit too harsh?
Hope she didn’t scare him!
Looking at the youth like this, her heart softened a bit.
But remembering the words from the book, wanting to outdo that woman, Ivyst’s expression turned icy again.
Hearing this, the youth took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing his impulse: “Why must you pretend to be oblivious? I’m talking about the mark you left on my tongue.”
“Oh, that?” Ivyst slightly opened her long, beautiful legs beneath the bathrobe, then readjusted her position, “That mark is to help you enhance your strength.”
“Enhance strength?”
The youth repeated with disbelief, seemingly scoffing at it.
Ivyst’s red lips subtly pressed together: “The function of the mark is to temporarily suppress all those miscellaneous desires one has for their master, allowing a person to focus entirely. Naturally, their strength will increase rapidly.”
Like, seriously?!
At that moment, Lynn wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and teach her a lesson.
However, reason ultimately kept his behavior in check. I am a human, not a dog.
I am a human, not a dog.
I am a human, not a dog.
He kept repeating it in his mind, even unconsciously activating the Liars’ Devourer.
Seeing the youth in this state, Ivyst seemed to recall something suddenly, her eyes widening slightly: “Oh right, that mark only temporarily suppresses your desires. Once they accumulate and reach a certain threshold, including those prior accumulations, they will all explode at once.”
“But as long as you behave and don’t harbor any wicked thoughts towards your master, that curse will be nothing.”
Ivyst brushed her black hair back, whispering.
For some reason, her voice had turned a bit sugary.
“Well then, I’ll take my leave now.”
“Wait!”
Lynn gritted his teeth.
Before he could look away, accompanied by Ivyst’s casual wave of her hand, the bathrobe that had been draping over her shoulder suddenly slipped down.
Boom!
This action ignited the fuse of Lynn’s desires.
In the next moment, he lunged forward with red eyes!
“What do you want?!”
Ivyst, pinned beneath him, feigned severity.
“You!”
Lynn growled, preparing to bury his head into her chest.
But the next second, a heavy pressure descended upon him, like a mountain, leaving Lynn no chance to resist, and in an instant, he was forced into a half-kneel on the floor.
“Hmph.” Ivyst snorted lightly, disregarding the disarray of her bathrobe, sitting elegantly with her beautiful legs crossed at the edge of the bed, “At that age, even a little puppy starts to get frisky, how very unadorable.”
However, at that moment, Lynn seemed to be overwhelmed with impulse and desire.
Though unable to act, he still gazed at Ivyst with an aggressive look, mumbling, “Ivyst, give me…”
He was craving me.
Ivyst felt a rush of heat in her heart, nearly losing control, wanting to pin her little puppy down on the floor.
Yet, for the sake of her long-term plan, she ultimately held back.
“Give you? What do you want?”
“I want. you.”
“You want me?” A faint blush appeared on Ivyst’s face, but her bright red eyes filled with sternness, “While helping your little puppy with his desires is something a master ought to do, there are some things that need to be made clear.”
“Answer me, do you want me, or do you want your beloved Witch Miss?”
“…”
A brief moment of clarity flickered in Lynn’s eyes, and he bit his teeth, seeming to refuse to answer this question.
However, reason ultimately couldn’t compete with the courageous urge of the Black Cloud wanting to battle.
Finally, he mumbled inarticulately, “I want you…”
“Make it clear, who do you want?”
“Ivyst, I want *you!!!”
Lynn screamed through grit teeth, feeling like he was giving up everything.
He even ditched the pleasantries, directly calling her name.
However, Ivyst did not feel offended but rather wore a cunning smile.
You’re definitely watching, aren’t you?
She thought to herself, not knowing who exactly she was addressing.
“I’ve read in a book.” Moments later, Ivyst suddenly kicked off her cotton slippers, revealing a pair of fair, delicate feet, “The easier something is to obtain, the less value you men place on it.”
“Moreover, while you say this, when it comes down to the act, you’re most likely still thinking of that woman.”
“So, don’t think this royal princess’s body will be given to you so easily.”
“However… I can offer you a consolation prize.”
As she spoke, she gently extended her bare foot towards Lynn.
In her bright red eyes, a hint of desire and heat flickered.
“Use it.”
(PS: I’ll return to the Imperial Capital tomorrow.)