Chapter 19 — Silent Disobedience, R18
The door to Lyra's room clicked shut, cutting off the quiet echoes of the castle corridor.
Without waiting a second, Lyra turned her back to him, her fingers quickly undoing the fastenings of her dress. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving her completely bare. She let out a small, breathless giggle, teasingly swaying her hips as she looked over her shoulder.
Slap!
"Ahh!" she cried out, the sharp sound echoing through the room as a red imprint blossomed across her skin.
Ren stepped forward, his palm resting heavily against her cheek. He gave a firm squeeze, feeling the warm friction of her flesh, before leaning in until his breath brushed against her ear. "You've become very naughty, Lyra."
A deep flush spread across her face, rising from her neck all the way to her cheeks.
Ren turned her around to face him. With a silent flick of his mind, he activated a quiet sequence of magic—a cleaning spell washed over both of them, followed immediately by a soundproofing barrier that locked the room in total silence. A final subtle spell dissolved his own clothing, leaving him bare beside her.
He pulled her in, crashing his lips against hers in a rough, demanding kiss.
"Huff, huff..."
Lyra’s breath hitched into shallow gasps.
Actually, the Spell of Corruption didn't influence Lyra's mind or behavior at all. It only collected the corruption energy generated when Ren corrupted someone as innocent as her. Everything Lyra did was entirely her own choice.
In fact, women were even more interested in sex than they appeared to be. They were simply much better at hiding their desires.
And Ren was slowly turning Lyra into his own personal slut.
"Ahh..."
A soft moan escaped her lips as his mouth pressed harder against hers. Lowering one hand, Ren slid his fingers between her legs, rubbing against her damp lips with a steady, deliberate rhythm.
"Ahh, ahhh... huff..."
She squirmed against his touch, her moans growing louder as her body responded to every stroke.
As his fingers moved, Ren’s mind remained sharp and analytical.
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Indeed, as a Rank 1 Mage, Ren couldn't cast Rank 3 spells, nor could he simply remove the Mark of Obedience.
However, that didn't mean he couldn't alter it.
Ren had already analyzed the structure of the mark. He couldn't completely erase it yet, but he could modify its function and nullify its effects entirely.
The mark would remain on him, but it would no longer work.
While he was at it, Ren also altered the Mark of Obedience hidden within the Storage Mark that Lyra possessed, rendering it equally useless.
Of course, Lyra had one as well.
After all, she wasn't the king's biological daughter.
The king and those old mages had clearly underestimated what an SSS-grade talent could do.
For Ren, learning magic was almost as easy as drinking water. Once he understood the principles behind a spell, analyzing and modifying its structure was almost effortless.
Nullifying the Mark of Obedience was no different.
In fact, Ren was confident that if he spent a few more days studying it, he could deduce a method to remove the mark entirely.
But he had no intention of doing that for now.
There was no reason to alert the king.
The old mage had designated King Valen as the master of the mark, meaning the king should have been able to issue commands through it.
But that was no longer the case.
The Mark of Obedience was still there.
It simply didn't work anymore.
Breaking the kiss, Ren guided Lyra back toward the bed and pushed her down onto the soft mattress. He stared directly into her wide, hazy eyes before sliding his hands up to her chest, his fingers roughly fondling her breasts.
"Hiss!" Lyra sucked in a sharp breath, her back arching as he pinched both of her nipples between his fingers and pulled back, stretching her skin before letting go.
Ren shifted his weight, sliding down her body until he was positioned between her spread thighs.
"Ahh..."
He pressed his fingers against her wetness once more, spreading her lips and applying steady pressure before lowering his face between her legs.
"Ahh... Sir Hero Ren..." she whispered, her voice trembling as she felt the warm touch of his tongue.
"Ahh... ahah... huff, huff..."
Her eyes fluttered shut as the pleasure overtook her. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tight, her hips moving in an unconscious rhythm with his tongue.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped wide open. "Ahh!"
Ren had pushed a finger straight into her anus, sliding deep inside without any lubricant.
"Sir Ren... ahh..." She tried to speak, to ask what he was doing, but the intense sensation rising from her front kept her words locked in her throat.
Before her mind could process the sharp intrusion, Ren bit down lightly on her clit while plunging his finger all the way in.
"Ahhhh!"
Lyra let out a loud, high-pitched cry. The sharp bite combined with the sudden friction in her rear overwhelmed her completely. Ren didn't pause, thrusting his finger relentlessly into her tight, unlubricated center, driving through her resistance with sheer force.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
Her moans echoed off the soundproofed walls. She parted her lips, her throat working as if trying to protest the rough intrusion, but no coherent words came out. The sheer heat, the sharp friction, and the intense stimulation from his tongue sensory-overloaded her brain. She yielded entirely, lost in the overwhelming tide of pleasure.
"Ahh!"
Her bottom arched high off the bed as Ren bit her clit once more. Her body trembled violently, and a hot spray of her juices burst forth, drenching his face.
Spent, she collapsed back onto the mattress, all the strength drained from her limbs as her chest heaved.
Ren pulled his face back, but he didn't stop moving his finger in her tight rear. The continued friction and heat quickly forced her eyes back into focus, her body twitching under the relentless sensation.
Pop.
With a sudden motion, Ren pulled his finger free. He patted her face lightly, the soft pat snapping her out of her daze. "Alright, you've had your release. Now get ready."
With a quick motion of his hand, Ren cast a cleaning spell, instantly removing all the sweat and fluids from their bodies and the bed. Another spell activated, and his clothes flowed back onto his frame, fully adjusted and pristine.
He walked over to the sofa, sitting down comfortably with his legs crossed as he watched her.
Lyra lay still for a moment, gathering her breath as her racing heart slowly settled. She pushed herself up from the bed and stepped onto the cold floor, her bare skin exposed in the dim light of the room.
Ren leaned back against the sofa, his eyes tracking her every move as she walked over to her wardrobe. Instead of dressing immediately, she paused, purposely turning her body to give him a full view of her figure. A subtle smile played on her lips as she showcased every curve, savoring the weight of his gaze before finally reaching for a new set of clothes.
She opened her storage mark, quietly packing away her personal belongings until the room was stripped of anything tying her to this place.
Once every item was secured, she slipped into a tailored set of mage robes—designed to match Ren's own in both cut and style. Stepping over to where he sat, she stood at his side, ready. Without another word, they turned and left the castle behind.