Chapter 59 : This Is All You Awakened?

Afternoon sunlight slanted through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns on the floor. On the shadowy wooden bed, the sheets were rumpled, discarded items strewn about—a scene of chaotic intimacy.

The air hung heavy, thick with a decadent, moist scent. But it wasn’t over.

From the center of the bed came ragged gasps. A woman with a bewitching expression was entwined with a beautiful girl, their bodies locked together. The girl’s pale skin was flushed with a faint pink, her slender frame trembling with each movement.

“How is it?”

Stacy’s silver hair brushed Milly’s cheek—cold, like the rest of her. Her fingers traced Milly’s collarbone as she leaned in, nibbling her earlobe, whispering softly.

Milly’s consciousness was slipping, sinking into an abyss. Stacy had demanded she be active, but as things progressed, she had reclaimed control. All Milly could do was dig her nails into Stacy’s skin—a futile gesture that only seemed to excite the monster more.

She bit into Stacy’s neck, leaving faint teeth marks on the pale skin—a desperate attempt to convince herself she was still fighting, not just surrendering.

Just as they reached the peak, Stacy pulled away—clean, decisive. She suppressed the rising tide of her own desire. The abrupt halt was jarring, but the thought of what was to come made it bearable.

She sat on a throne of thorns that had materialized behind her, and with a flick of her finger, tendrils shot from the bed, hoisting Milly into the air, bound once more.

The sudden emptiness left Milly stunned. She stared at Stacy, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. She had done what she was told. What did the pervert want now?

“Master… why did you stop?”

Stacy’s sudden withdrawal should have been a relief, but the timing was cruel—right at the edge. The heat in her lower abdomen didn’t subside; instead, it continued to torment her.

She had been so close. Now, the frustration left her face flushed, her body aching with an unfulfilled need.

Stacy had timed it perfectly. She knew Milly was on the verge. Was she going to use this to blackmail her?

From her throne, Stacy watched, a playful glint in her crimson eyes. As long as it wasn’t released, the pent-up need would chip away at Milly’s resolve. The little one tried to find relief, but her limbs were bound too tightly.

After a few minutes of silent observation, as the flush deepened on Milly’s face and her body began to writhe against her bonds, Stacy knew it was time. Her body and mind were at their breaking point. The fruit was ripe for the picking.

A tendril brought Milly before her. Stacy lifted her chin, her voice a soft, dangerous whisper. “If it’s too much to bear, Little Milly, you can always ask Master to help you.”

Her fingers traced a path down, stopping just short of her goal. She savored the glazed look in Milly’s eyes.

“Come on. Say it. Ask Master to help you.”

Stacy’s words were a dagger to Milly’s pride—what little she had left.

“Ma… Master… you…” Milly gasped, her mind nearly shattered. But she gritted her teeth, fighting the overwhelming urge.

“I’d rather… d-do it myself… than beg you!”

Stubborn as ever. Stacy chuckled. “But you can’t, can you, Little Milly?”

She was right. She couldn’t. Stacy had not only stopped her, but bound her. It was a twisted game, all to make her beg.

It was unbearable, but she could endure it. Eventually, the feeling would fade.

But Stacy, seeing through her, tossed her back onto the bed and released her bonds. Before Milly could understand this new tactic, Stacy climbed onto the bed, a long, slender object in her hand.

Milly’s face went pale. Before, it had been hands, tendrils—at least confined to the surface. But that… that changed everything.

She scrambled backward until her back hit the cold wall. No escape. She could only watch as Stacy licked her lips and drew closer.

She’d been a virgin in her past life. Was Stacy going to be her first?

Stacy twirled the object in her hand. It was a toy she’d prepared long ago, but never had the chance to use.

“Don’t come near me…”

But Stacy easily pushed her down. It was happening.

No…

ZZZT!

A massive surge of electricity erupted from Milly’s body. She unleashed it all in a desperate burst.

The current washed over Stacy, who was unharmed. But the toy in her hand was not so lucky. It turned to ash.

Stacy stood up, lifting Milly by the scruff of her neck.

“After all that trouble… this is all you awakened?”

Her voice was laced with mockery. But Milly was relieved. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with that.

The next moment, Stacy pressed her down, their bodies flush against each other.

“Wait…”

Her words were cut off by a gasp. The feeling returned, stronger than ever. She was losing control.

“Since you didn’t like that one, how about this?”

Stacy’s voice was a devil’s whisper, sweet and deadly.

Their breaths mingled, ragged and desperate. Finally, as Milly’s body seized, her back arching, she convulsed and passed out.

A warmth spread between them. Stacy, too, was breathing heavily, her face flushed.

The feeling was addictive. If the little one hadn’t fainted, she would have gone again.

But as her breathing steadied, the flush faded from her face.

She had almost forgotten the important part. And for that, she needed the little one to be awake.

Fortunately, Milly didn’t stay unconscious for long. When she came to, Stacy was sitting quietly on her throne of thorns, her voice strangely calm.

“Milly, I have a question for you. After you awakened… did any information appear in your mind?”