A flush quickly spread across Sulpharlo's cheeks, her body trembling slightly from tension. Yet, the thought of never losing face even in defeat echoed in her mind. The fallen angel lifted her chin defiantly, her tone still arrogant:
"So these are your tricks? Ha! You think this is enough to make me submit?"
"Don't underestimate me, Charles. After leaving Mount Celestia, I had to bed seven or eight ape demons from the Infinite Layers of the Abyss daily just to vent my desires—ha! I hope your little toothpick doesn't make me lose interest before we even start!"
She spoke like this, hoping to disgust Charles into abandoning his plans.
Unfortunately, Charles only chuckled softly. "I hope you'll still be laughing later."
He'd seen his fair share of inexperienced maidens reacting to such intimacy—how could he not recognize the signs?
Sulpharlo's physical responses matched his expectations perfectly. At a glance, he knew this fallen angel was all bark and no bite.
Let's see if you can keep up the act later.
With that thought, he raised his hand, and two soft silicone clamps flew over. Under Sulpharlo's nervous gaze, he pinched them open and clipped them onto her nipples.
"Mmm—"
Sulpharlo frowned slightly, a muffled groan escaping her nose. The clamps weren't overly tight, but their tiny bumps stimulated her nerves, sending tingling waves straight to her head. The sensitive buds under the clamps quickly hardened, flushed with blood.
Her fair, delicate chest began to glow pink—proof her body was reacting. She bit her lip, trying to resist the unfamiliar pleasure with sheer willpower. But then Charles clipped the other nipple.
"Ugh…"
She couldn't suppress a soft gasp—but this wasn't the end. Whether by her imagination or the clamps' magic, the bumps suddenly began to wriggle, as if alive, gently chewing at her sensitive peaks!
And when Charles' fingertip brushed a clamp—
Zap!
A jolt of electricity shot through her, making her muscles tense violently. "Ah—!"
A moan tore from her throat, her entire body stiffening, trembling. As she shuddered, warmth gushed from her lower body, soaking her undergarments in seconds.
Under the assault of the Dungeon-tier toys, this long-isolated fallen angel had climaxed in under a minute.
"Whew…"
She panted heavily, struggling against the relentless pleasure—but it was like an ant trying to stop a chariot. Useless.
Ignoring her state, Charles focused like a master craftsman, carefully sliding scissors into her leather pants and—
Snip.
The sound of tearing fabric joined the leather's ruin. Her already tattered pants and undergarments fell away, revealing snow-white skin and the faint outline of her secret garden.
Charles set the scissors aside. Sulpharlo reflexively clamped her thighs together—but it was futile. He peeled away the remnants of her pants and white undergarments, exposing the pink secrets between her thighs.
Seeing the state of things, Charles raised an eyebrow. "Wait… you just…"
Matching her earlier scream, he couldn't help but smirk. "I thought you'd last longer. That was fast—what, less than a minute?"
Meeting Sulpharlo's furious glare, he taunted, "Honestly, if this world had a 'Fastest Climax' record, you'd have set a new one, Sulpharlo."
Sulpharlo glared, teeth clenched, ready to retort—but then another electric pulse shot through her nipples. All her defiance melted. Her crimson eyes turned hazy, her small mouth parting in a breathy gasp.
Charles ignored her reaction. A thick marker appeared in his hand.
The chains binding Sulpharlo's legs clicked, spreading her thighs wide, fully exposing her garden—and the flawless skin of her inner thighs—to his gaze.
He crouched between her legs—but not to tease the swollen, bean-sized bud there. Instead, he used the marker to write on her left thigh:
"Climax: 一"
After recording this, he put the marker away. A towel, a jar of cream, and a sharp razor flew over.
His gaze trailed down Sulpharlo's toned lower abdomen. Despite her warrior's physique, her body fat was perfectly distributed—an hourglass figure with a narrow waist.
Her flat stomach showed faint muscle definition, smooth and flawless, drawing admiration from any onlooker.
Following her neat navel downward, Charles' eyes landed on the dark red curls between her legs.
Though she'd never known intimacy, her hair there was neatly trimmed—not too thick, not too sparse—forming a perfect inverted triangle. It seemed even this fallen angel maintained her body meticulously.
But Charles wasn't here to admire.
He cast Create Water, soaking the towel in hot water before pressing it to her curls. The heat relaxed her muscles and opened her pores—preparation for what came next.
Then he turned to remove her boots.
After a few minutes, he lifted the towel, applied the cream (foaming generously), and began shaving with the razor.
Sulpharlo watched in silent rage, teeth gritted. The stimulation at her chest continued—waves of pleasure, light then heavy—making her afraid to speak lest moans escape instead of taunts.
She could only watch as Charles shaved her clean, leaving no trace, turning her into a man-made white tiger.
But it didn't end there.
Once finished, Charles summoned a modern-looking tattoo sticker—pink, shaped like a uterus, glowing faintly with magic.
He dried her lower abdomen with another towel and pressed the sticker perfectly into place.
Buzz—
As the design touched her skin, unseen magic pulsed into her body, spreading like ripples.
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