Chapter 34: Tattoo (Patreon)

Ningli had her entire tribe behind her, all of them counting on her to win Victor's favor and improve their status.

Though Ningli was petite, her slender shoulders carried the weight of her entire tribe.

Feixiao, in contrast, was born a war-slave. She had been treated as cannon fodder before she even came of age. She felt no sense of belonging to any tribe; her only desire was to break her chains and be free.

Therefore, it was no surprise that they made completely opposite choices when faced with a decision.

Even though she already knew the answer, Feixiao stared stubbornly at Ningli as if she wouldn't give up, seeming to wait for her to say it out loud.

Ningli steeled herself and proactively leaned into Victor's embrace.

"Saran, I am His Majesty's slave girl, and I will be for my entire life! I will only obey His Majesty's commands!"

Feixiao finally received the answer she had long known, one that plunged her into utter despair.

Her heart felt as if it had shattered into a million pieces, and the light in her bright eyes faded.

"Well said! My little fox! We shall reward you handsomely!"

Victor grabbed the back of Ningli's head and kissed her forcefully.

Victor kissed her with such suction it was as if he wanted to drain all the air from Ningli's lungs.

After a long moment, they parted, and Ningli gasped for air as if she had been suffocating.

A silvery, transparent thread of saliva stretched between them before finally breaking.

In his pleasant mood, Victor made a promise on the spot.

"Ningli, We grant your tribe release from their slave status!"

Hearing this, Ningli was ecstatic.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!!"

Without even needing a prompt from Victor, she voluntarily knelt.

"Hah~!!"

After a good while, Victor let out a long breath.

Ningli slowly stood up, rubbing her knees and then her aching cheeks.

Having finished the appetizer, Victor wheeled out a small cart with a grin. On it were various jars and bottles, along with a few paintbrushes.

Some jars contained the dried corpses of bizarre reptiles, others held unidentifiable plants, and still others were filled with unknown powders.

These items looked like props for some kind of evil ritual.

Victor fiddled with the cart's contents for a while before finally concocting a small dish of blood-red, semi-solid gel.

A sudden, ominous premonition arose in the mind of Feixiao, who had become indifferent to everything.

"What are you planning to do!?"

Victor picked up the dish, grabbed a paintbrush, and walked over to Feixiao, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Heh heh heh! My little fox, you've gotten a bit too wild, so I need to put a 'collar' on you."

As he spoke, Victor held the dish with the red gel out in front of Feixiao.

"This is a voodoo potion passed down from the Doulan era."

A scornful sneer appeared on Feixiao's face.

"Trying to poison me? You don't need to go to such trouble. Just kill me with a blade!"

As she spoke, Feixiao gestured with her chin toward a nearby weapons rack.

"Poison? You are the little fox I've spent so much effort cultivating. How could I bear to? To tell you the truth, this potion is used to bestow a blessing..."

As Victor spoke, he leaned close to Feixiao's ear.

"As for what kind of blessing... you'll find out soon enough..."

As he said this, a strange smile appeared on Victor's face.

Feixiao was instantly horrified, the ominous feeling in her heart intensifying.

"Kill me! You piece of trash with no !"

To provoke Victor, Feixiao even resorted to cursing.

But the more she acted this way, the more excited Victor became.

Didn't this just prove she was afraid?

So Victor took the brush, dipped in the strange pigment, and made the first stroke on Feixiao's smooth, flat abdomen.

Feixiao immediately felt a strange burning sensation where the brush touched her, and it soon began to seep through her skin and inward.

Before the burning subsided, a strange, numb itch emerged, as if new flesh were constantly growing beneath a scar.

This bizarre sensation was unbearable for Feixiao. She began to writhe violently, especially her waist and abdomen, twisting frantically to avoid Victor's brush. It was clear she must have trained her core muscles regularly.

Feixiao's movements were so large and fast that Victor couldn't land a single stroke.

Her lack of cooperation instantly angered Victor.

He clenched his fist and punched Feixiao hard in the stomach.

"Hold still!"

Victor showed no mercy with that punch. Feixiao's firm, flat abdomen instantly caved in, leaving a clear imprint of his fist on her stomach after he pulled his hand away.

In that moment, Feixiao felt as if her internal organs were about to be squeezed out. She cried out, "Wah!" and coughed up a mouthful of blood, going limp as she hung from the rack.

The force of Victor's punch was terrifying. An ordinary person would have been reduced to a bloody pulp, but Feixiao merely spat up some blood.

"Being an Emanator is great. You've gotten so much tougher~"

Victor remarked with a strange laugh.

Perhaps it was the influence of this body, or perhaps his inner beast had fully awakened, but Victor felt a violent impulse surging within him.

He wished he could grab a whip right now and mercilessly lash the female form before him, watching her wail and scream. That sound would surely be delightful!

"Hmph!"

Despite her weakness, Feixiao managed to lift her eyelids and shoot Victor a look of contempt.

"Good, good! I just love stubborn ones like you!"

Instead of getting angry, Victor laughed.

He once again began to paint on Feixiao's abdomen with the strange pigment.

Feixiao could barely move or resist. Without any interference, Victor quickly finished the last stroke.

A strange pattern, somewhat resembling a flattened heart and also a female's internal organs, appeared on Feixiao's abdomen.

After Victor painted the final stroke, the entire pattern glowed with a faint, blood-red light. The pigment then dried instantly, branding the pattern onto Feixiao's stomach like a tattoo.

Next, Victor placed his hand on the pattern and gently caressed it.

Feixiao's body shuddered. She felt a fiery heat emanating from Victor's palm, passing through her skin and into her body. As he moved his hand, a peculiar yet familiar tingling sensation was drawn out from deep within her.

This familiar tingling made Feixiao fearful, yet she couldn't help but feel a flicker of desire rise from the depths of her heart.

Feixiao quickly bit her tongue, trying to use the sharp pain to dispel this uncontrollable desire, and cursed in a voice that was already somewhat hoarse:

"If you're going to do it, then do it! What are you waiting for!?"

"What's the hurry? Soon enough, you'll be begging me. I'd like to see you try to be stubborn then!"

The smile on Victor's face became utterly malevolent. He forcefully infused an immense amount of the power of Abundance into the strange mark.

Upon receiving the infusion of energy, the mark suddenly flared with a strange red light.

Feixiao instantly felt as if a fire had been ignited inside her.

Burning, tingling... a flood of sensations erupted from the depths of her body.