Imu felt the extreme pain of a soul being tainted, which was more terrifying than death.
However, the lingering lingering deep inside his body was like the devil's whisper, reminding him that the moment of loss of control was real.
This huge contrast brought his spiritual world to the verge of collapse.
The storm subsided. Allen leaned on the bedside, took out a "Hua Zi" from somewhere, lit it comfortably, took a deep breath, blew out the smoke ring, and looked like a sage who was just brushing off his clothes.
He glanced to the side.
At this time, Imu was in a state like a delicate doll that had been broken, staring blankly at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling, losing all its luster.
Her long black hair was spread messily on the pillow, and her pajamas printed with a little yellow duck were wrinkled.
The body still retains the aftertaste of physiological reaction and is trembling slightly.
He was no longer angry or cursing, only a sense of emptiness that was completely hollowed out and his soul was broken.
Huge humiliation, self-loathing and the fear of losing control of the body intertwined to form a dead ice field.
However, in the deepest part of this ice sheet, a trace of confusion and... secret nostalgia for that moment of loss of control that even he himself had not noticed, flashed quietly like the tiniest spark, and was immediately extinguished by a deeper sense of shame.
There were only two voices left in his heart tearing wildly. "Kill him! No matter what the cost! Use the most painful way! Let him live forever! Cleanse this shame!"
"What... was that feeling... just now? Why did the body... no! It was the temptation of the devil! It was corruption! It was a trap!"
Allen blew out smoke rings and looked at Imu's lifeless look with empty eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a playful arc.
He could feel the violent vibrations in the other person's spiritual world.
Anger is not scary, nor is hatred. What is scary is the collapse of faith and loss of self.
Now Imu is on the edge of this danger. And this is exactly the beginning he wants.
Allen didn't say anything to comfort him, that was too false, and he didn't stimulate him any more.
He just smoked quietly and enjoyed a moment of tranquility.
The room was completely silent, with only the faint sound of burning tobacco and Imu's extremely suppressed and almost inaudible disordered breathing.
Allen knows that this is just the beginning.
Taming a "god" who has ruled the world for eight hundred years is far more difficult than defeating him.
But he has plenty of time and "methods".
He put out the cigarette butt, turned over and lay down, and pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, causing Imu's body to stiffen instantly.
In the days after the battle of Mary Geoise, the outside world was cleaning up the ruins and reorganizing order, but inside the luxurious room of Kamui Space, there was another silent war.
Allen is not just tyrannical.
He cleverly uses Soul Imprisonment's "command" frame, wrapped in deliberate tenderness, teasing and intermittent "snub".
Just like taming the most intense Wild Horse, whip and candy are used together.
He took Imu for a walk in the stunning scenery simulated by Kamui Space, shared interesting or boring experiences, and even showed her photos of Hachinosu Island's girls, hoping to trigger Imu's deeper humiliation and a trace of... strange emotions that he was not even aware of?
The body's instincts are awakened and developed again and again.
From the initial extreme resistance and stiffness, to later, under Allen's skilled skills and Soul Imprisonment's guidance, her body began to go against her will, causing shameful and uncontrollable reactions.
Subtle tremors, suppressed gasps, and even occasionally, unconsciously, like a thirsty fish, catering to those touches that bring strong sensory stimulation.
Each orgasm is accompanied by a violent tremor in the soul, not of pleasure, but of a deeper tsunami of self-loathing and shame.
"No! Stop! This dirty body! This sense that betrays your will!" I screamed in my heart.
When the storm subsided and reason returned, looking at Allen's contented and sleeping face beside him, Imu's eyes were empty and desperate.
The feeling of humiliation is like poison ivy Infusion heart.
She had gathered the killing intent accumulated over eight hundred years countless times, imagining using the most cruel means to destroy this blasphemer, but the shackles of her soul prevented her from even lifting a finger.
The lingering lingering deep inside the body is more like a vicious mockery.
In the gap between extreme humiliation and physical loss of control, a trace of cold rationality began to penetrate.
Eight hundred years of long time were replayed in her mind, the loneliness on Empty Throne, the endless machinations, reviewing piles of boring documents, observing the birth and death of tiny humans like observing ants... Enjoyment? This word has never appeared in her dictionary. The meaning of existence seems to be just to maintain the cold order.
His eyes fell on Allen's sleeping face again. At this time, Allen was defenseless, even a little... stupid?.
I felt the strange yet strong throbbing deep in my body and the strange feeling of satisfaction after exhaustion.
Although the humiliation is still there, an unprecedented thought grows like a poisonous weed, "This body... seems... to be enjoying this feeling of being completely controlled and... filled?"
What followed was even deeper panic and self-abasement. "Absurd! I am Void Lord! How can... how can I indulge in such lowly senses!"
Another thought popped up uncontrollably, "At least... now I don't have to look at those stupid documents..."
This idea is so simple that it is almost humble, but it is like a key that pries open a tiny gap in the strong defense of the heart.
The burden of power seemed to be temporarily lifted, albeit in the most unpleasant way.
A secret relaxation in doing nothing, which even she herself was not aware of, quietly grew.
Under absolute control, a twisted habit begins to form.
When Allen briefly leaves the space to deal with external affairs, this pure white luxury Prison Cage will become extremely quiet and... empty.
Imu will feel an indescribable irritability and discomfort, as if he has lost some kind of anchor point.
"Just because this damn confinement keeps me from leaving! That's all!"
She immediately denied the strangeness, but Ghost was already lingering.
Allen Feeling refreshed, like returning from vacation.
Looking at Imu with complex eyes and obvious changes in his aura, less of a piercing murderous intention and more tired, confused and a trace of imperceptible laziness, Allen nodded with satisfaction.
It's time for the results to see the light of day.
Allen transformed into a well-tailored and exquisite dress, which is not revealing but perfectly accentuates the body curve. The color is low-key and luxurious silver gray.
"Put on. It's time to go out."
The order remains unquestionable.
Imu put on his body stiffly and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar self in the mirror - no longer the supreme god robe, just a... beautiful prisoner.
She subconsciously combed her slightly messy black hair, and this subtle movement contained a trace of... care that she didn't even notice?