‘Catharsis my foot!’ Rebecca yelled in her mind, though her focus immediately shifted to the warm whip pressing against her pussy, making her afraid if he was going to whip her down there.

“You…perverted alien…Do you take pride in whipping a defenseless woman? Does it make you feel as if you have some worth?” Rebecca asked with a shaky yet mocking smile. She decided to distract him by provoking his ego and make him at least forget about whipping her for today.

Asher curved his lips, easily seeing through what she was trying to do though, he also felt the urge to make her regret her own words. *Thud!*

Rebecca unconsciously had her body jolt upon hearing him drop the heavy whip on the floor.

Did her taunt really work? He was still an arrogant brat in the end. She overestimated him. What a joke.

This made her regret not taunting him earlier before receiving dozens of lashes. The after-effect of those lashes was still making her body act weird.

But why did he suddenly go silent?

Asher approached the naked and lash-ridden form of Rebecca, whose labored breathing filled the silence between them.

Rebecca’s heart pounded erratically in her chest, echoing the throbbing pulse between her thighs upon feeling his presence getting so close.

Leaning close, Asher inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her sweat-drenched body. His gaze lingered on her heaving, glistening breasts, watching her hardened nipples twitch under his intense stare. “What? Did my words…burn your tongue just like your child-like ego?” Rebecca asked in a shaky voice since she couldn’t stand this silence anymore while being blind and only hearing the sound of his breathing.

“You talk too much for a slave while your body silently lets me know of your weaknesses,” Saying so, he reached up and traced a finger along the curve of her supple breast.

“Hnnn~…” Rebecca winced and was startled upon feeling his finger over there, causing goosebumps to rise on her sensitive skin.

His finger traced upwards, towards the curves of her smooth, bare armpit, licking away the droplets of sweat trickling down as he whispered into her ears, “Now I can see from whom your niece inherited her weakness in this area. I can feel the whore inside you craving for my touch.”

“N-Nonsense! Your touch makes my skin crawl!” Rebecca said with gritted teeth, trying to suppress the ripples of lightning coursing from his fingertips and to the sensitive skin of her armpit. She was so distracted, she couldn’t even think to question why he mentioned Sabina.

“Let’s test your own words,” Saying so, Asher tugged at the mana rope that restrained her wrists, pulling up her arms until her hands were facing the ceiling, causing her to grimace while nervously wondering what this bastard was planning to do.

Asher took a good look at the luscious glistening folds of her bare armpit and suddenly but slowly licked down her slippery skin.

“Haeunn!~” Rebecca gasped, and her toes curled all the way, her entire body shivering as she felt his scorching hot tongue setting her skin on fire.

She squirmed against her restraints, hating how her traitorous body responded to his touch. Fire burned within her loins, fueled by anger and shame. How dare he treat her like this? And yet, she found herself unable to suppress these sensations.

For the first time in her life, she regretted not following the traditional methods of using the cold power of her bloodline to learn how to suppress these sensations, just like her sister had mastered.

Ignoring her inner turmoil, Asher lowered himself further, pressing hot kisses against the crook of her armpit. “Heunng!~” She gasped as his tongue darted out, tracing a downward path towards her heaving breast. There, he paused, inhaling deeply once again.

“Mmm,” he murmured appreciatively. “I always wondered what you smelled like underneath all those fancy perfumes from your baths. Seems like I wasn’t wrong. You smell like a high-quality whore.”

“You-Ahhnng!~”

Before she could react, he suddenly dove face-first into her pit, lavishing it with wet, sloppy licks. His chin tickled her tender skin, sending ripples of heat straight to her core. “Nooo!~~ HHaannnng!!” With a strangled moan, she succumbed to the inevitable, convulsing violently as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over her. Her vision blurred, sparks dancing behind her eyelids as her climax peaked.

Muscles clenching and releasing involuntarily, she hung suspended in time and space, caught in the throes of her earth-shattering orgasm.

“Look at that. All those lashes and you never shook. But just my tongue on your skin and you broke like a dam,” Asher chuckled as he mockingly gestured at the small pool of liquid she created on the floor.

Panting harshly, Rebecca slowly came back down to reality, acutely aware of the warm trail of moisture trickling down her side.

Hearing his mockery, humiliation flooded her cheeks, painting them crimson as realization set in amidst the darkness.

She had just experienced an intensely humiliating climax at the hands—or rather, mouth—of the most hated scum.

Bitter resentment warred with burgeoning heat, creating a maelstrom of emotions so potent she thought she might combust.

How could she break so quickly just from this? If she was in her original body, she couldn’t imagine how worse it might have been since, as a vampire and someone who was born with the power of ice, her body naturally would be more sensitive to any sort of heat.

Asher caressed the wet skin of her curvy back as he whispered, “You always cum when I punish you. Don’t tell me you enjoy this a bit too much despite being Oberon’s mother? What would he think of you?”

“Y-You wretched thing…The only act…I would enjoy is…killing you in the most painful way…” Rebecca resentfully spat out while her consciousness struggled to swim out of this wet, hot pool that was engulfing her body.

“Tsk, tsk. Looks like a bitch slave like you needs more punishment,” Saying so, Asher dipped into her sensitive pit.

“Ahhng!~No!~!” She tried to pull away, but the ropes held firm, keeping her captive to his ministrations, “S-Stop it! Heung~” she hissed, trying to sound menacing instead of breathless while trying to suppress her moans, “I-I will rip out your dirty tongue! Hhnnn~”

Her exhausted body helplessly twisted and jerked in mid-air, her feet dangling just an inch above the floor while trying to shake off his tongue, violating her sensitive pit.

She didn’t even know she was that sensitive over there and hated that her body was filled with such stupid weaknesses. And with the blindfold on, her senses were unconsciously heightened, making it even worse.

“N-No…stop…Hnnnng~…” She couldn’t even squeeze her thighs together to suppress this wet heat threatening to spill out down there, and with her legs spread like this, she felt completely vulnerable, feeling helpless as the wet flames within her continued to rage on and grow bigger.

Under Asher’s persistent assault, her resolve began to crumble like ice melting in a pool of lava.

“Hnnn~…No…Heen…S-Ssshto..heunn~…”

His skilled lips and tongue worked tirelessly, mapping out every inch of her armpit and down the curve of her breast with maddening thoroughness to the point she couldn’t even focus on cursing him to stop.

The warmth of his breath fogged her senses, rendering her incapable of coherent thought. And his fingers were busy twisting and pinching her hardened nipples.

All that remained was the overwhelming surge of heat and pain coursing through her veins, threatening to consume her whole.

Asher could feel her body getting hotter and trembling under the stress of suppressing the inevitable. Still, he was surprised to see the sheer willpower she had to hold out this long, making him smirk as he realized he had finally got the perfect slave for his needs.

Wanting to taunt her back, he pulled away and massaged her soft armpits from behind as he whispered into her ear, “You can’t resist me, slave. You want to feel more, don’t you, you slutty bitch? I can feel your ass clenching around my dick,” Asher said as he pressed his erection against her buttcrack.

“N-No! I…I…don’t, you perverted scu—Heunn!~” Rebecca mewled when he dug his fingers into her sensitive flesh and kneaded them hard.

Now that he found her so-called weakness, she grew anxious upon knowing that he was going to torment her by using her weakness as long as she was his slave.

Each stroke of his finger sent jolts of electricity shooting directly down there, stoking the fires pooling within her.

Shame simmered below the surface, bubbling to the forefront as she realized how pathetic she was to not even be able to resist these annoying sensations.

But even as self-loathing threatened to drown her, the tidal wave of ecstasy crested higher, trying to pull her under its irresistible current.

“I wonder if Oberon knows his mother moans like a whore under me,” Asher asked as he licked over her nape while massaging her pits.

Rebecca felt her heart clench in shame as she muttered with gritted teeth, “D-Don’t you…say his…hnnn~…name…HAANNNNG!!~…”

Rebecca’s eyes widened to their extremes when he suddenly nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin of her pit and stretched it out with his scorching lips.

The consequence was like a thunderbolt striking her down there, making her legs uncontrollably shake as she once again humiliated herself before him.

As the climax settled down, her jaw slacked after the loud, unadulterated moan that escaped her lips earlier.

Her tongue was slipping out of her mouth, unable to even send a thought to her body to pull herself together. All she could feel was this searing hot sensation running all over her body, numbing her nerves and making her feel like she was floating in space…all alone in this darkness.

But why was she feeling so free and relaxed?

Asher pulled away, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Triumph gleamed in his eyes, accompanied by a self-satisfied smile. “There we go, my pet. That face you are making…That is the face of a satisfied slutty slave.”