What a wondrous sensation!

But Isolde was even more overcome.

"Ah... Ah..."

Gripping the sheets again and again, Isolde moaned incessantly.

Pleasure she had never imagined surged through her mind, quickly making her forget all her worries.

But she hadn't forgotten Viego—the man who was less her former husband than her son!

"Viego! Can you hear me? Ah... Ah... Lord Li Ke's lance is giving Isolde a pleasure she's never felt before! He's found the spot! Ah! Lord Li Ke! Harder, please! This is where life begins! It feels so good! Better and more wonderful than any time I was with you!"

Isolde's voice made Viego pound on the wall of the next room. He was falling apart inside, sinking deeper and deeper into despair.

"Isolde! Isolde! Why? Why, Isolde?!"

Viego had no idea what he'd done wrong. He'd only wanted to make sure Isolde could never leave him, in life or in death. Everything about Isolde belonged to him. She should love him, just as he loved everything about her!

But why? Why would Isolde say such things?

Viego didn't know why, but even now he still thought he'd done nothing wrong. He believed there was nothing wrong with taking out his anger on countless innocents.

Everything that had gone wrong in his life was someone else's fault. Other people simply hadn't tried hard enough or given enough of themselves for him!

But Isolde definitely loved him! Definitely!

"Isolde! Isolde! Are you giving yourself to that demon for my sake? The demon who took you away and kept you from me? Don't worry, Isolde! No matter how you're defiled, no matter what they do to you, I'll never give up on you! You'll always be pure in my heart! Isolde! Isolde! Don't give up! Believe in our love! Our