Let's Brand You First

With her hands tightly bound, as if hanging on a wall, Monica was forced to stand on tiptoe to maintain her balance. However, due to the forced erection earlier, Monica legs were trembling, so her tiptoes offered little support.

Even so, forget about swearing to resist to the death; if he were to let go right now, Monica would fall flat on her face.

But Monica wouldn't say a word, just stared intently at him.

This reaction was quite unexpected; I didn't expect Monica to be the type who is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, despite her seemingly delicate appearance.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't care. The main purpose this time is to fine-tune... no, to use this girl as a test subject and then completely master how to use the "door".

So, with Mahiro of strength, Makoto threw Monica back into her seat, where the girl, slumped in the chair, was now convulsing and trembling uncontrollably.

Mahiro acted as if he hadn't seen anything, examining and analyzing the spiritual entity as he spoke:

"Speaking of which, what kind of expression do you think you'd have if I actually pinned you down on the bed?"

Will she sob softly, or turn her head away and shed tears silently? Or will she remain silent, biting her lip, staring intently at me, just like now?

"After it's over, will you curl up and cry your heart out, hugging your knees? Or will you rush into the bathroom and frantically scrub yourself clean, as if you've been covered in something dirty?"

"I think that scene would be quite interesting, wouldn't it?" Mahiro grinned mischievously.

Monica: "..."

Monica remained silent regarding Yotsuba Mahiro's deduction.

But an inexplicable chill involuntarily rose from the soles of my feet.

As the other person had instructed, she began to imagine herself being subjected to various scenes, and her body shuddered even more violently than before.

She didn't want that kind of thing...

She felt violated by this man...

That was the last thing she wanted to experience in her life; she'd rather die!

This man is a monster!

At that moment, Monica's eyes were filled with disgust and fear as she looked at Yotsuba Mahiro, but she dared not move, afraid that this man would immediately turn into a beast and do that kind of thing to her.

Little did she know, her innermost thoughts had already reached Yotsuba Mahiro's ears without missing a single word.

His smile then became even more sinister.

"Don't want to be defiled by me?"

"I think your idea came to you a little too early."

The Yotsuba Mahiro caused Monica's delicate body to tremble slightly.

Why?

Why did this man know my thoughts?

This man even possesses the mind-reading abilities found in novels?!

"Oh ho, you know quite a lot. You're right, in the current state, I can indeed read your thoughts. Whatever you're thinking, it will all reach my ears without the slightest error."

Monica: "!!!"

"However, as for the fact that you don't want to be defiled by me, I'm actually not interested in using force, at least not on you. But if I were to randomly arrange these buffs like [heat], [brainwashing], [consciousness rewriting], and [corruption] on you, believe me, you'd be begging me to be your velvet ball, wouldn't you?"

Please don't doubt it, I am absolutely capable of doing it.

Yotsuba Clan 'Yotsuba Miya ability to manipulate and modify the mind is so powerful that it's even more effective than the hypnosis software in those comics.

"..."

After hearing this, Monica felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Although she was indeed Britannia noblewoman, she had read extensively in private and was well aware of the deep malice hidden in those few simple words.

She didn't want to be a puppet to be manipulated and controlled at will.

She will rebel!

"What exactly are you trying to do to me?!"

At that moment, an indomitable flame reignited in Monica's eyes.

"I already said from the beginning that I just wanted to use you for a few experiments."

Mahiro was initially taken aback by Monica's words, but then, noticing the defiant look in her eyes, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up once more.

That's right, that's more like it.

If we had given in too early, there wouldn't have been any fun.

However, it was this same smile he gave her before that made Monica panic.

All the physical strength they had painstakingly accumulated in secret was inevitably exposed at this moment.

He instinctively reached out to stop him.

The next second, however, her body was struck as if by lightning.

"... Ugh!"

The waves swept over my body again, and I became dizzy again, my legs involuntarily clenching together.

This time it was more intense and violent than the last, like a bolt of lightning striking her heart.

But consciousness is like a small boat in a storm, always at risk of being swallowed up by the surging tide.

However, this feeling comes and goes quickly.

Just as she was lying on the table, panting and looking completely disheveled, she noticed that her senses were changing again.

Her five senses were enhanced; she could clearly see even the finest dust floating in the air. However, the uncontrollable turmoil within her body also swallowed her consciousness.

"Alas!!!"

Monica suddenly sat up, arching her slender waist backward like a crescent moon.

It was as if a mournful cry, devoid of any form, was emanating from its throat.

A dull thud!

Her taut, straight legs slammed into the tea table, nearly knocking over the exquisite bone china tea set.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I accidentally set the multiplier to 10x. I'll fix it for you right away."

In a daze, Monica heard these insincere apology words.

Then the intense sensation, which could have made one faint, receded like the tide, and the person felt as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

He slumped limply on the table, panting, his golden hair clinging to his cheeks, his smooth forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"You despicable bastard..."

Monica uttered these words weakly, her voice filled with resentment and her eyes blazing with murderous intent.

But her voice was exceptionally alluring.

Snap, snap, snap, snap--

Mahiro ignored what the other person said and instead enthusiastically waved his hands.

"Not bad. Normally, a tenfold increase in sensory amplification would cause someone to faint on the spot or die suddenly. I didn't expect Lady Monica to have such strong willpower, actually enduring it all. Should I say that she truly deserves to be Knights of the Rounds? Or should I praise her for being worthy of that man's daughter?"

"You... you are a demon..."

"Thank you for the compliment." Mahiro accepted the praise.

Monica tried to get up from the table, but nowadays, even moving a finger was a luxury for her.

I had no strength left.

However, the slippery feeling that came afterward was also a result; her clothes were completely soaked with sweat, which even dripped onto the ground.

Feeling the coolness brought by the sweat, her bare feet on the ground, her crystal clear, round and full toes, gradually curled up together.

Her cheeks, already flushed, turned even redder.

I am filled with shame and indignation!

She had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life!

But there was nothing she could do; the moment she Yotsuba Mahiro, her fate was already sealed.

We should all be grateful to be alive now.

If he hadn't spoken up and said that Monica was still needed, Ita would have already used her as experimental material.

However, Monica's consciousness immediately drifted into a hazy, dazed state once again.

Yotsuba Mahiro on her with almost everything he could think of, such as [consciousness rewriting], [hypnosis], [cognitive rewriting], [emotional erasure], [emotional replacement]...

Like clay, he arbitrarily molded the girl's spirit into whatever shape he desired.

This made Yotsuba Mahiro fully realize the limits of what mental interference could achieve, and he also seemed to have found the correct way to use his mental interference abilities.

After completing the experiments one by one, he restored Monica's spiritual body to its original state.

Monica, like a life-sized doll, slumped in the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her pitiful face was especially endearing at that moment.

She had completely given up struggling and chosen to submit.

Because she had come to fully understand just how terrifying the man before her truly was; he was someone she could not possibly resist.

Even if someone is on the verge of a mental breakdown, this man in front of them will forcefully pull them back.

Chapter 307 Let's Brand Him First (5.1K)

"Wait a minute, where did your boots go?"

Just as Yotsuba Mahiro preparing to collect the last CG... oh no, I mean to conduct the last experiment, he discovered that Monica was standing naked on the ground with one foot.

Fair, jade-like feet paired with red nail polish are indeed quite alluring.

Women, even when they are prisoners, don't forget to dress up.

He glanced at it briefly, but didn't feel any urge to hold it in his hand. Instead, he looked away, surveying the room.

Finally, not far from the bed, he saw the black boot lying alone on the ground.

"Tsk tsk, that's pretty strong. To be able to shake off a boot and throw it so far." Yotsuba Mahiro commented without hesitation.

Unfortunately, Monica no longer has the strength to refute.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't care.

Then, he manipulated Monica's mental body slightly.

The girl who was sitting in the chair suddenly stood up and, like a marionette, swayed to the empty floor next to the tea table.

She didn't know what this man was going to do to her again, or perhaps she no longer cared.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Let her do whatever she wants; now she only prays that this hellish torment will end soon.

Until her hands involuntarily lifted her pure white, knee-length professional skirt, revealing the damp, translucent ice-blue fabric, she then twisted her toned waist, honed by years of exercise, and spread her long, sexy, and powerful honey-colored legs apart, pressing them towards the ground in a split.

That's right, this is the last experiment that Yotsuba Mahiro wanted to do, to see if mental interference could push the controlled person to their physical limits.

He just hadn't expected Monica to do it so easily.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Despite Monica's seemingly weak appearance, she is a true Knights of the Rounds, even if she is the last seat.

As she did the splits, her long legs made perfect contact with the ground, and the resulting chill made Monica shiver.

It's damp and cold, and it's very uncomfortable.

Before she could even retaliate, a heavy shadow enveloped her. Her lifeless eyes regained a glimmer of life, but the anger was gone, replaced by boundless terror.

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

"Guess?" Mahiro, his smile somewhat wicked.

"You... you can't do this to me... you said that if I cooperate with your experiment, you won't do anything to me?"

"Yes, but the main thing is whether you cooperated?"

Monica's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

"So, all those insults you've been giving me have really made me angry."