Inside a dark room with dim light produced by a handful of candles, the room was barely illuminated, just enough to reveal the things within. The entire room was decorated in a creepy theme, with red walls as if someone had painted them with blood, various portraits of people being inhumanly tortured, along with many torture tools hanging on the walls.

    The floor was stained with real blood. There was a big queen-sized bed in the room, and right in front of it was a small altar made from human bones, especially skulls, drenched in fresh blood. In front of the altar stood a small, one-meter-tall statue of a beautiful woman without any facial features. She held a bowl in one hand and a knife with a heart stabbed in it in the other.

    Her belly was quite big as if she was pregnant with a three-month-old child. The statue was originally made from pure white stone, but after being bathed in blood day and night, it had now become red, obscuring its original form.

    In front of the altar sat a naked middle-aged man with a good physique, praying something unknown in an extremely low voice, with eyes closed—only he could hear and understand it. Beside him stood an extremely beautiful lady around 30 years old with a kind-looking face, blue eyes, red lips with light makeup, and long black hair.

    She had E-cup-sized breasts, a hot figure, and long legs covered in black stockings.

    She wore only a red, erotic panty and bra, and a suspicious-looking neckless. This lady exuded an entirely different level of charm. Despite her frightened expression, any man seeing her couldn''t help but enter beast mode and want to devour her roughly.

    Myne, who was observing her figure through a hole, was no different; his little brother had long since risen and was trying to break free from its prison, eager to show this lady who the real boss was.

    The only thing suspicious and out of place about this lady was definitely the long whip with spikes and a sharp spearhead at the end of it, which obviously didn''t match her kind and easy-to-bully lady-like image.

    Just as Myne made the hole and was ogling the lady''s beautiful figure while drooling, she, with trembling hands, raised the whip and struck it hard on the back of the middle-aged man, literally peeling the skin off his back, making blood gush out like a fountain.

    "Master, I... I can''t do it. If you continue to get tortured, you will die," The lady, with tears falling from her eyes, spoke in a sobbing voice, making the middle-aged man open his eyes full of confusion and turn his head and look at her as if he were seeing her for the first time.

    After all, she had been doing this for nearly two years; this sudden change in attitude and concern for him was a bit too much for him to digest. But his focus was still half on reciting the prayer in his mind, so he didn''t think too much about it and gestured for her to continue.

    The maid, seeing her master ignoring her, burst into tears, but she made no noise, fearing that the other party would be angered by her. She raised the whip again and smashed it hard on his back, creating another big cut.

    For the next fifteen minutes, Myne witnessed what it means to torture oneself for pleasure. The lady continued hitting the middle-aged man one blow after another. Of course, her expression was not good the entire time, and she was crying hard as if someone were forcing her to torture her own father.

    Seeing a stranger in her room who had appeared out of nowhere and was not only hugging her but also trying to comfort her, the lady was dumbfounded for a second before her eyes widened, and she tried to scream probably trying to alert the guards outside.

    However, Myne, anticipating her next move, covered her mouth, but seeing that she had no intention of calming down, he lifted her and threw her onto the bed before climbing on top of her.

    "Next, I will ask you some questions, and you will answer them. Got it? Otherwise, don''t blame me for being rude and doing something dirty with you.

    Beautiful ladies like you are completely my type, and I don''t mind becoming a beast and eating you to death," Myne spoke in a villainous tone while licking his lips and moving his eyes from her face to her neck before giving her large breasts a hard look, which made the lady shiver in fear.

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    But what she didn''t know was that Myne wasn''t looking at her breasts but at a dog collar-like necklace made from an unknown black metal with a large ruby in the middle around her neck. As for why Myne was interested in it, it was because he couldn''t see this lady''s status, and since she was only wearing three pieces of clothing, it wasn''t hard to guess who was behind this.

    However, the poor lady obviously misunderstood Myne and thought he was trying his best to restrain himself from raping her, so she quickly nodded her head, indicating that she understood.

    "Good, I like well-behaved women the most, especially when you''re also so f*cking hot," Myne spoke with a smile trying to maintain his bad image, but in his head, there were completely different things going on right now.

    Damn it, what''s going on with me? Why do I feel so horny so suddenly? I was all right before she came near me. Is this some kind of passive skill this woman has or what? But if it is, then the middle-aged man should also be affected as well. He doesn''t have any skill that can defend him from this kind of magic.

    Why is it working on me?

    It took Myne a lot of willpower to stop his body from getting under the control of his "little brother." Then Instead of asking questions, the first thing he did after calming down was to grab the lady''s necklace. He desperately wanted to see what kind of skill the lady had that was making him more and more horny with each passing second.

    However, the moment he touched the necklace, he felt like he had touched a hot iron and immediately pulled his hand back. He looked at his palm and saw a red collar-sized burn print on it, which healed instantly.

    F*ck, this collar has protection magic, Myne thought with an ugly expression, but quickly calm down, and spoke to the lady in an unfriendly way.

    "I like your necklace very much; quickly untie it and give it to me."