The Proper Way to Use the "Gate"

So now, whenever she hears the door open, she feels an involuntary sense of fear.

Until an unfamiliar male voice came from outside the door.

"Oh, it's been a long time, my dear Lady Monica!"

"... Who is it?"

She subconsciously looked up and saw a boy walking in from outside.

He looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, with a head of short, black hair and a sunny, handsome face with a faint smile.

"Who are you?"

Monica asked, her voice trembling with fear.

Feeling unfamiliar, she asked again.

"Yotsuba Mahiro"

Mahiro smiled slightly and simply replied with a name, but Monica was completely baffled.

Because neither the role of royal tutor nor the role of a teacher at the Ashford Academy are things that Monica can hold, even though she is Charles's illegitimate daughter.

Mahiro, of course, noticed this from her expression, and so he uttered another name—

"Since Yotsuba Mahiro isn't familiar with this name, what about Shadow? I wonder if Lady Monica remembers it?"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

In an instant, the atmosphere became heavy, and the air pressure dropped very low.

She naturally remembered the name Shadow, and it wasn't that she didn't believe what the person in front of her said, because the boy had visibly changed under her gaze.

He transformed back into the white-haired man who had severely injured her!

Monica was both shocked and filled with boundless anger.

It was this man who had imprisoned me here for so long; it was this man who had subjected me to such inhuman torture!

Thinking of this, Monica's eyes reddened, and she subtly reached under her pillow and pulled out a sharp metal piece.

That was something she had prepared a long time ago to deal with that guy named Ita.

I never imagined I'd have the chance to kill the Empire's greatest enemy with my own hands today!

"Go to hell!!!"

Monica suddenly sprang from the bed and charged toward the person in front of her like a female leopard. She was so fast that the metal piece in her hand made a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.

And the spot she was aiming at was the enemy's heart!

One strike, one kill!

That's how it should have been.

But the next second, her body inexplicably froze on the spot. In her vision, the eyes of the boy opposite her were gleaming with a scarlet light.

"I didn't expect it to work so well."

Mahiro stroked his chin, looking quite interested, and his tone even sounded a little eager to try.

This was a "door" he had copied from the Yotsuba Clan Yotsuba Miya last time, used to forcibly interfere with the other party's unconscious area.

However, in practical application, it brings unexpected and indescribable joy; this interference with the unconscious area can even achieve the effect of immobilization.

For no apparent reason, Mahiro felt a surge of interest and decided to conduct some further experiments on this Miss Monica.

Chapter 306 The Correct Way to Use a "Door" (5K)

"What... what did you do to me?!"

Monica tried to struggle, only to discover to her horror that her entire body was completely out of her control!

It's as if her soul is imprisoned within this body named Monica.

Although her face remained tense and serious, she was extremely nervous.

It was a mixture of fear and apprehension at the unknown, a multitude of emotions that gradually spread through her heart, as if about to devour everything she had.

"Hey, don't rush."

Mahiro spoke leisurely, Shinji walked step by step to Monica's side, circling around her and looking her over.

Every now and then, he would reach out and touch her hair, poke her cheek, or tease her other parts, making Monica blush.

Finally, humming a little tune, she stroked her chin and meticulously lifted the hem of her white uniform skirt.

"Lift your veil and let me see..."

"You bastard, pervert, pervert, son of a bitch, don't touch me!"

Monica struggled desperately, uttering every word she could think of.

Unfortunately, despite being an illegitimate child, she received a good aristocratic education, which resulted in her insults being rather weak and unconvincing.

Yotsuba Mahiro completely ignored Monica's insults, muttering to herself:

"It's made of ice silk... and it's a low-waisted style. It's not exactly daring, but it's still quite eye-catching."

He intended to try it out like those adult games, but found it wasn't that fun or appealing.

Perhaps it's because I've been eating too much meat?

Upon hearing his self-talk, Monica's expression suddenly froze, her angry blush instantly turning into a deathly pale.

That's it, this scoundrel saw me naked, I'll never be able to get married.

This was the only thought left in Monica's mind.

Yotsuba Mahiro, however, paid no attention to this and continued to ponder his own affairs. He was now certain of one thing: the "Door's" absolute control over the unconscious.

No matter how much one's emotions fluctuate, it is impossible to break free from the constraints of the "door".

Having learned this, Mahiro sat down at the tea table by himself.

"Bastard, let me go! I'm going to kill you!"

Monica was still struggling; even though she knew it was futile, she didn't give up, glaring at him fiercely with her small eyes.

Those eyes, misty and pitiful, were now filled with a chilling murderous intent.

But Mahiro waved his hand dismissively and said:

"Look at you, what's the rush? This isn't the time to be shouting for blood and violence. You should know you're my prisoner now. Where's your composure, elegance, and calmness as Knights of the Rounds?"

Calm?

Monica is completely unable to calm down now; her eyes are practically spitting fire.

At the same time, Monica also found that her body was moving uncontrollably again, and she was walking step by step towards the man in front of her.

To be precise, I brushed past him and sat down on the side against the wall, next to that man.

Apart from that, she couldn't move a single finger and sat there obediently.

"Alright, alright, why are you so angry? It's just a glance, it won't hurt you. As long as you cooperate with my experiment, I absolutely won't do anything to you."

He knew exactly what Monica was thinking and how angry she was towards him when he invaded her unconscious realm; it was as if he were eavesdropping on her innermost thoughts.

He didn't care about such harmless threats at all, and just kept talking to himself.

Monica didn't listen to a word he said.

What do you mean, "just a glance"?!

That was clearly her innocence, and this despicable man just took it away from her!

She vowed that she would tear this man to pieces, even if it meant using her teeth!

"It seems you need to calm down."

Mahiro's nonchalant words immediately caught Monica's attention.

"What... what are you going to do now?!"

The fear of the unknown made her jaw chatter uncontrollably.

However, the next second, she felt a suffocating sensation, like a python coiling around her neck, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat and tightening its grip.

It rendered her unable to utter a single syllable.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm a bit unfamiliar with this area, I went to the wrong one."

Yotsuba Mahiro apologized, but there was no remorse in her tone; instead, there was a hint of amusement.

However, he was indeed unfamiliar with the process. This was the first time he had manipulated a person's spiritual body with such precision. Not only was everything unknown to Monica, but it was also the same for him.

But then, as if he had thought of something interesting, he grinned slightly and made a small operation on his mental body.

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"I'll fight you to the death!!!"

Monica, who had been lying on the table panting heavily, suddenly realized she had regained control of her body and jumped up.

Just as she was about to pounce on him and strangle him, her steps faltered, and she froze on the spot.

He immediately looked incredulous, staggered back two steps, and slumped back down with a thud.

"... What... what did you do to me...? Waaah!"

Why don't you take a guess?

Yotsuba Mahiro his chin on his hand with a relaxed air, brazenly scrutinizing Monica in front of him.

Sure enough, it feels so satisfying to bully characters who seem to evoke a protective instinct...

"You..."

Monica clenched her teeth, an unnatural blush rising to her face. Even her breathing became increasingly suggestive, and her jade-like feet and calves, encased in black boots, trembled slightly involuntarily.

Her body then tilted uncontrollably to one side.

Just as she was about to fall, Yotsuba Mahiro swiftly grabbed Monica's wrists, lifted her up, and slammed Monica against the wall.

"Gulp, kill me..."

"That's a typical female knight's statement, too bad I'm not a goblin, and I haven't had enough fun yet."

At this moment, Yotsuba Mahiro's words sounded like those of a villain, and he smiled as he sized up Monica a few more times:

"Why don't you beg me? Maybe I'll soften and let you go."

"You're dreaming! As Knights of the Rounds, I will never yield to you!"

Monica practically spat out those words through clenched teeth, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red. She then forced herself to turn her head sharply to the side, biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound.

However, no matter how stubborn she was, her body couldn't hold on any longer, and her legs began to weaken.

It was as if she would collapse to the ground the moment the other person let go.

All of this was clearly seen by Yotsuba Mahiro.

He feigned surprise and said, "Oh my? Really? Look at you Monica, you're so surprised you're questioning your existence. Is this your first time experiencing this feeling?"

"..."

He was right.

Ultimately, she's only about the same age as Euphemia, and she's never even been in a relationship, so how could she possibly have experienced this feeling?

Knowing she couldn't resist, Monica stubbornly turned her head away, biting her lip, and stared intently at Yotsuba Mahiro without saying a word.

In those beautiful eyes, misty with tears, one could still see a resolute will to never submit!

"So determined?"

"To be honest, I'm a little curious Monica. Given how frail you are now, where I can't even break free with one hand, how exactly do you plan to refuse to submit even at the cost of your life?"

Yotsuba Mahiro the girl in his hands with the same carefree abandon he had found a new and fascinating toy.

To be honest, Monica isn't short. Even without her exaggeratedly curly hair, she's still 1.7 meters tall.

But compared to Yotsuba Mahiro's nearly 1.9-meter height, she pales in comparison.