Hopeless Resistance, Part Five

Biological weapons.

This was precisely Li Lin's idea. Originally, the "Pillar of Magic Essence" was created to determine under what circumstances this precipitate would have harmful effects on the human body. It was simply a product for experimental purposes. However, Li Lin had now changed his mind. He had considered similar ideas before, but such a thing was too targeted, and even if unrest occurred within the Magic Empire, Arcane Mage alone could effectively suppress it; there was no need for such a weapon to cause panic. Therefore, Li Lin had only casually considered this idea at the time and then immediately dismissed it.

But now things are different. Li Lin doesn't need to worry about "collateral damage" at all—those who can be harmed by the "Pillar of Magic Essence" are only those who have long resided on the empire's lands. Undoubtedly, the Magic Empire's choice of territory is an absolute state secret, known only to the thirteen Arcane Mage. The Five-Nation Alliance naturally wouldn't know why the Magic Empire chose such territory; they might consider it from a strategic or domestic perspective, but certainly not from a magical one. Moreover, to maintain secrecy, Li Lin and his group didn't tell their people the true meaning of those methods of guiding absorption. Furthermore, based on Li Lin's current observations of the Five-Nation Alliance, he's certain that what they possessed won't be stolen by the Five-Nation Alliance. Perhaps they believe such things are meaningless.

Li Lin's idea was simple. The satellite system, known as the "Jewelry of the Virgin Goddess," consisted of twelve satellites, enough to cover and monitor the entire borders of the Magic Empire. Li Lin's forte was creating barriers. His signature spell, "Temporary Mythal," was precisely Li Lin favorite area of research. Therefore, after receiving Nia's report, he quickly began to consider launching a large-scale biological weapon attack using the same method. Li Lin's initial plan was to suppress the "Pillar of Magic Essence" onto the satellites, and then, once the satellites reached their designated locations, activate the spells to form a temporary barrier. At that time, the entire Magic Empire would be filled with the aura emanating from the "Pillar of Magic Essence," which would then stimulate the deposited substances within the human bodies, sending them to Heaven or Hell with maximum efficiency and lethality.

However, such biological weapons are not without their drawbacks.

Aside from the little one's displeasure at not being able to kill with her own hands, Li Lin also needed to consider and worry about how to dispose of the remnants of the Pillar of Magic Essence. While this would maximize the number of people killed, if the remnants weren't effectively treated, they would become a potential toxin during the empire's recovery. It's important to understand that the remnants of the Pillar of Magic Essence only affect those with deposits in their bodies. Perhaps in the short term, the Magic Empire would only have mages, but in the long run, there would definitely be ordinary people. If they were killed by the remnants of the Pillar of Magic Essence, it would be a huge loss... Li Lin had no intention of doing that. He hated things he couldn't control, so until he found an effective way to dispose of the remnants of the Pillar of Magic Essence, he didn't plan to turn them into a large-scale biological weapon.

Anyway, the little guy's enthusiasm was enough to take over most of the killing tasks for him.

In the following days, Angela no longer insisted that Li Lin appear in the training room as she had instructed.

"Now that our Holy Maiden knows of your presence, even if you are not here, she will assume you are... For me, that effect is sufficient."

After observing for two days, Li Lin understood the little girl's thoughts. She was taking a gradual approach, slowly infiltrating Catherine's heart, forcing her to lower her boundaries. Normally, the saintly young lady would have been completely unable to tolerate others watching her naked body. But now, she had no choice but to endure Li Lin's admiration, because she had no power to stop it. And once she became accustomed to being admired by Li Lin, Angela would go even further—of course, at first, Catherine would certainly resist fiercely, but eventually, finding resistance futile, she would acquiesce to the other's actions—and then, Angela would force her to compromise her boundaries again.

Therefore, for Angela at this moment, it is enough for Catherine to realize that Li Lin "might" be admiring her body in the room; whether Li Lin himself is present or not is not a big deal. Of course, Li Lin doesn't care about this, after all, he also has a lot of things to do. Although Nia takes care of most of the affairs, there are still some that only Li Lin, as Arcane Mage, can handle.

"Then it's up to you, Angela."

Li Lin was quite relieved about this.

"However, I hope I can handle the later parts."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Angela widened her eyes in slight surprise and looked at Li Lin.

"I never expected that you, Master, would have such an interest."

"Although I didn't have this before... after watching your performance, I've become a little interested."

At this point, Li Lin shrugged, then his expression became much more serious.

"However, I think you also understand that although you've exhausted her these past few days, the divine power within her has begun to solidify..."

"Please rest assured, Master."

Angela raised one hand, her eyes gleaming with a blood-red, savage light.

"Absolute despair is making the opponent realize that no matter what power she possesses, she can never win... Huff huff huff. Although I admit that the divine aura makes me very uncomfortable, she is still a million years away from being able to harm me!"

Meanwhile, the person Li Lin and Angela were discussing was, just like a few days ago, curled up in a corner of the cell, motionless.

For Catherine, every day was torture. Her body had been so thoroughly exposed to a man, even her most intimate parts hadn't been spared. The thought filled her with Catherine to suicide. She even went on a hunger strike and refused to leave the prison. But Angela easily crushed Catherine's feeble resistance—she grabbed Catherine's long hair and dragged her from the prison to the training room, giving her no chance whatsoever.

Angela proved to Catherine through her actions that struggling and refusing were pointless.

However, Catherine did not give in so easily.

No matter what, how could she possibly lose! How could she possibly lose!

Despite these thoughts, Catherine was, after all, just a girl. During the following days of "training," she couldn't forget Li Lin's gaze. It was a critical, unsettling look. Unlike other men, it didn't contain naked lust, yet it made Catherine feel like a fish on a chopping board, completely exposed. This feeling was terrifying; even the archbishop of the Temple had never seen such a terrifying gaze. After that, although Li Lin never appeared again, just as Angela had predicted, Catherine couldn't forget him. Although she told herself that since she couldn't see him, she should pretend he didn't exist, her body instinctively reacted with rejection. No matter what, she couldn't forget his presence. Even if she couldn't see him, she couldn't ignore him. She felt as if a venomous snake was crawling through her body; the unease and fear left Catherine, who had never experienced anything like this before, bewildered. She even felt a little... excited?

This was precisely why Catherine couldn't forgive herself. Realizing a man was watching her forced into these shameful acts and her filthy attire, she felt not only anger and shame, but also an increasing sensitivity. She couldn't help but wonder how that man would perceive her actions, what he might be thinking, and she even felt... pleasant?

This is absurd!

Catherine angrily slammed her fist into the cold, hard stone wall, but the numb, stinging pain did nothing to stop her from continuing to think about these things.

What's wrong with me?

Catherine couldn't understand, and dared not try to understand. For the first ten years of her life, she had devoted herself unconditionally to the divine, even believing there was nothing she hadn't confessed to the great God. But now, Catherine discovered a secret about her body that she herself didn't know, which filled her with panic and uncertainty. She didn't know if the great God would forgive her concealment. Although she prayed and repented daily, she received no response as before. This made the already fearful and uneasy Catherine even more panicked. Had the God abandoned her? Because she had become like this, was she no longer qualified to be the God's representative?

Your Highness.

That cold voice rang out again, sending a chill down Catherine's spine. She knew perfectly well what it meant.

"It's time. Please follow me."

"..."

Catherine felt uneasy, even though she had prayed for so long and still received no response.

"... I'll go get Miss Angela."

"No need, I'll go now."

Seeing the other person turn to leave, Catherine quickly stood up. She didn't want to be dragged away by her hair again; that would definitely not be a pleasant experience.

But what are they planning to do today...?

Following behind the priest, Catherine couldn't help but think about this question.

Even when she stood before Angela again, she still hadn't received an answer to that question.

On this day, Angela did not tie up Catherine as quickly as usual and continue her previous "education." Instead, she gave her a slightly strange look.

You look very tired. Haven't you been getting enough rest?

"... Of course not, do you think I can get some rest?"

Catherine responded angrily, realizing after several days of struggle that remaining silent was a terrible tactic. Therefore, she had to change her approach; this kind of tough resistance actually gave her a tiny bit more free time—though only a tiny bit.

"What a waste of such good skin."

Angela narrowed her eyes slightly, and her languid appearance made Catherine pause for a moment—aside from a few people like Nia, no woman could maintain a normal attitude in front of Angela in her youthful form.

You should get more rest, eat and sleep on time, after all, staying up late is the enemy of beauty.

At this point, Angela looked at Catherine with a meaningful gaze.

"In particular, don't waste your time praying to your worthless god who is utterly incapable of giving any response."

"You!!!"

Catherine opened her mouth as if to speak, but ultimately she dismissed the idea. She had long been aware of Angela's disrespect for the gods, and arguing with her on this point would be pointless. So, Catherine suppressed her anger and changed the subject.

"So, what are you planning to do today?!"

"This truly surprises me."

Upon hearing this, Angela's eyes shone with excitement.

"You actually took the initiative to ask, so it seems you've finally become interested in this?"

"... No matter what I say, you won't stop."

Catherine answered through gritted teeth, her gaze fixed on Angela without wavering.

"So, what exactly do you want to do?!"

"That's really progress."

Angela did not answer Catherine's question, but instead looked at her meaningfully and then smiled slightly.

"Then, you don't need to be tied up today... because you've been very obedient, so today we can try a different approach."

As she spoke, Angela revealed a seductive smile.

"I want you to make it yourself."

"Do?"

Upon hearing this, Catherine instinctively took a step back. She didn't understand Angela's meaning, but she could completely sense the absolute malice in her words.

"Do what?"

"You should know very well... I've given you a lot of training these past few days, haven't I? You should know those parts very well now."

With a cold, defiant smile, Angela spoke slowly and deliberately, but her words instantly plunged Catherine into despair.

What has Angela been doing these past few days? The answer is quite simple: she has been constantly caressing and exploring Catherine's body, immersing her in waves of pleasure that she cannot refuse. After several rounds of "training," Catherine has gained a certain understanding of her own body. Sometimes, when Angela "hypothetically" prepares to attack certain sensitive areas, Catherine begins to tremble, even imagining what kind of treatment she might receive. Therefore, although unwilling, after these few days of training, Catherine has indeed gained a leap in understanding of her own body.

Of course, she would never admit to that.

"I refuse."

Therefore, Catherine immediately refused Angela's order without hesitation. In response to her words, Angela simply cracked her leather whip.

"It seems you haven't grasped your own position, Miss Saint. Here, you have no right to refuse."

"I refuse!!"

Clearly, Catherine was determined not to do as Angela said. But the moment she uttered those words, a tremendous force suddenly threw her off the ground and onto the bed beside her. Then, Angela appeared in front of Catherine, holding Catherine down tightly with one hand while twirling a leather whip in the other.

If I remember correctly, you are still a virgin.

Angela's smile was cold and clearly malicious.

"So, what would it feel like if your virginity were taken away by a whip?"

Catherine's body stiffened instantly.

At this moment, Angela had already pressed the handle of the whip against the girl's most sensitive area. With just a slight exertion, Catherine would likely instantly transform from a girl into a woman. This was an unacceptable threat to a young girl, especially to a saint who had always upheld the principles of "chastity." Moreover, Angela a woman of her word. Catherine knew this very well; in the past few days, she had never uttered a word of refusal. Therefore, Angela's threat was particularly persuasive.

"One last question... Do you intend to do it yourself, or do you wish for me to completely transform you into a woman?"

The choice is really simple.

"I... I can do it myself..."

Catherine finally gave her answer, her eyes filled with tears, her pale cheeks flushed with shame, her body still stiff but trembling slightly. After all, this was no ordinary punishment. She could endure whipping, wax dripping, or even Angela pulling her hair and walking her around the castle like a dog. But this was the most important thing about her as a woman; no matter the cost, she had to protect her last shred of dignity and fortress.

"Very good."

Angela was clearly satisfied with Catherine's answer. She left the girl in front of her, then sat back down on the sofa, watching her with a critical yet appreciative gaze.

"You may begin, and you are not allowed to stop until I tell you to, understand?"

"..."

Catherine said nothing more. Trembling, she reached out to touch her breasts, but the gesture seemed more like a cover-up than a caress. At the same time, Catherine tightly closed her legs. In previous sessions of discipline, she had been forced to spread her legs wide, displaying herself in the most lewd way. Now that she had finally regained control, she naturally had no intention of making the same shameful gestures again.

Unfortunately, even this small wish of Angela will not be granted.

"Open your legs."

"..."

Faced with Angela's icy voice, Catherine gritted her teeth. What a joke! Before, she could say she was forced, but now, she was to control her own body's posture. Why should she take orders from her?!

"Snap."

The sound of a whip cracked.

Catherine hesitated for a moment, and finally, she closed her eyes and, with a sense of helplessness, slowly made the gesture that she had never thought she would do in her entire life.

"Very good, you may begin."

When Angela's languid, even disdainful voice rang out, Catherine suddenly felt like bursting into tears—ever since the day she learned that Angela was constantly monitoring her life, Catherine had never shown that sadness and pain when she was alone. She had only been praying, trying to forget everything that had happened. But this was clearly impossible. The accumulated pressure had pushed her mental burden to its limit, and now, why should she act like a pet, doing whatever others told her to do, even putting on such a shameful act?!

However, Catherine forced herself to swallow back her grievances and pain. She absolutely could not cry in front of Angela, absolutely not... no matter what happened!

Then, she began to gently stroke her own body.

"Waaah..."

Soon, a comfortable feeling filled Catherine's body. Although she had initially only been experimental, trying to prove to herself that what her body had felt before was merely the result of Angela using magic to seduce her, she discovered that the sensations when her fingers touched those "sensitive" areas were even more intense than when Angela caressed her. This terrified Catherine, and she instinctively wanted to stop to resist the devil's temptation. However, her body completely defied her will. Soon, her movements became more and more intense, and even though she knew that Angela, or that evil sorcerer, was watching her, Catherine was completely unable to stop. She even consciously tried to feel Catherine's gaze and the imagined presence of Li Lin Angela, and this sensation made her body even more sensitive. Then, Catherine's panting became more and more pronounced, finally transforming from a weak moan into a shout that almost everyone could clearly hear.

"No... no... no..."

Finally, Catherine gritted her teeth and shook her head violently, but her hands were already wildly and uncontrollably roaming over her body, mercilessly attacking her most vulnerable parts. Finally, with a scream, Catherine completely succumbed to the pleasure she was experiencing.