Translation of the Novel Excerpt
The haughty princess.
"Tsk tsk tsk, good dog—hurry up and call me Master."
Satila met Lai Yi's gaze of disgust, even hatred, yet she didn't care in the slightest. She pulled out a vial of crimson potion.
The moment Lai Yi saw the potion, his eyes glazed over. Saliva dripped unconsciously from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze lost focus. All his reluctance vanished the second he laid eyes on that potion.
Satila let out a cold laugh, then smashed the vial. The pink potion spilled onto the floor, releasing a pungent stench.
She gave a signal to the robed man beside her. He immediately knelt and hunched over, turning into a human chair. Satila sat on him gracefully, crossing her legs as she watched the idiotic way Lai Yi crawled over like a dog. Her tone was filled with deep disgust and mockery.
"You really look like a dog right now."
"Potion… potion… potion…"
Lai Yi licked the potion off the floor, as if it weren't a pungent liquid on a dirty surface, but the most delicious nectar in the world.
Satila fought back the urge to vomit, then pressed the heel of her high shoe against Lai Yi's skull and twisted it slowly. The force was so great that blood began to seep from his head. Even the mere touch of this man's body made her want to retch—which was why she'd deliberately sharpened the soles of her high heels.
Giggling, she said, "Call me Master, you potion-addicted loser—you dog-like thing."
Unfortunately, she didn't see the hatred buried deep in Lai Yi's eyes as he knelt on the ground. He was only pretending—pretending to be a dog.
Everything now was just a mask he wore.
Ever since his fiancée had become Satila, the empire's First Princess, everything in his life had changed. Duke Zoe had made a deal with the royal family, and Lai Yi was the pawn sacrificed as a political hostage.
During his time with Princess Satila, he'd been forced to take addictive potions every day. For the first few years, he'd truly become a docile dog by her side, letting her do whatever she wanted with him. Later, with Shinobu's help, he'd learned about the addictive substances in the potions, built up a resistance to them, and even awakened a talent as a "potion test subject." But after enduring Satila's endless potion experiments, he knew his body wouldn't last more than a few years.
"Master… Master…"
[You have ingested an anesthetic potion. Your Sanity -10.]
As Lai Yi spoke, he licked the magic potion off the floor frantically. Soon, the potion was gone, and he could only huddle on the ground, looking up at the haughty Princess Satila with the begging eyes of a dog waiting for food.
"So obedient," Satila cooed. "Bark a few more times for me, puppy, and I'll give you a new potion."
Her enchanting wine-red eyes were like melted chocolate, but her heart was filled with indescribable disgust. After years of researching magic potions, she'd constantly heard whispers in the mist. With her Sanity at only 29, she saw all living beings as disgusting monsters covered in deformed flesh. As someone she interacted with regularly, Lai Yi bore the brunt of her loathing.
"Woof… woof… woof."
Hearing this familiar barking, Satila chuckled—but she had no intention of giving Lai Yi a new anesthetic. She waited quietly for the effects of the earlier potion to take hold.
Like someone suffering from food poisoning, Lai Yi collapsed to the ground, his abdomen throbbing with pain. At the same time, his limbs went numb—he couldn't even move a finger.
"This is my newly developed magic potion," Satila said with a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I call it a Paralysis Potion. Unlike ordinary anesthetics on the market, it's strong enough to paralyze a Level 70 man."
"I wonder if you'll die this time. After all, you're just a Level 0 ordinary person. My potion is strong enough to paralyze a whole elephant—but I made sure your tongue can still move."
Gasping for breath, Lai Yi knelt on the ground, still looking up at the haughty Princess Satila with an obsessed gaze.
Satila signaled for the robed man at her feet to crawl over to Lai Yi. She poured a vial of pink antidote between her legs, soaking her pink vulva. When she was done, she spread her legs, revealing one long, shapely leg through the slit of her dress. She grabbed Lai Yi's head and pressed it against her labia.
"Hurry up and drink, puppy. If you don't hurry, you'll definitely die."
Lai Yi moved his tongue like a dog, panting heavily. Satila's face flushed crimson, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
At the same time, a voice echoed in his mind:
You have adapted to the anesthetic potion. Progress toward unlocking your hidden class: 99/100.
Good. Now, he was only one more potion away from becoming a Witch of Cursed Potions like Satila, or a Lightbearer like Ophelia.
Suddenly, she kicked Lai Yi away. Her expression of disgust was like that of a person who'd encountered a filthy cockroach—she wanted to crush him under her foot.
"Disgusting thing! You got aroused while licking me!"
"Since your desire is so strong, I'll help you relieve it," Satila said, a perverted smile spreading across her face. With that, she pressed her high heel against Lai Yi's manhood.
Even through the shoe, she was shocked by how thick and large it was—just pressing it made her feel its extraordinary size. What if he…
Filled with hatred, Satila only spoke in a mocking tone: "You lowly, shameless, filthy dog—this is the only way you deserve to ejaculate."
As she rubbed the heel of her shoe against his base, she asked Lai Yi, who was pinned under her foot: "Did your 'information network' find out where Ophelia is?"
"Potion… potion… I want more potion…"
He babbled like an idiot, ignoring her question—putting on a perfect act of being completely controlled by the potion.
Seeing this, Satila increased the pressure with her foot. Lai Yi let out a painful whimper and collapsed to the ground. In that moment, he ejaculated heavily onto Satila's beautiful leg.
"What a loser—Is that all you've got?" she sneered. "I asked you a question: Where is Ophelia? Your information network is supposed to be so useful."
Satila showed no mercy. She began twisting her heel, speaking in a soft tone: "Don't worry, good puppy. The potion I gave you has healing and aphrodisiac effects. No matter how much I play with your little Lai Yi, you won't break."
After all, where would I find such a fun toy if you died?
"Hurry up and answer me—did you find out where Ophelia is? Tell me, and I'll give you more potion."
"After all, we couldn't have destroyed the elven kingdom of Eldora without your information network."
"No… I didn't find out," Lai Yi managed to say.
"Then what information did you get yesterday?"
"Maid Nanako has big breasts."
Satila aimed a vicious kick at his crotch. "Disgusting creature! How dare you tell me such filthy things!"
"Potion… potion… potion…"
Even under this brutal attack, Lai Yi still muttered about the potion. He was only one more potion away from awakening his special class. Not a single drop of the hatred in his eyes leaked out. Just wait, Satila, Zoe, and Ray—someday, I'll turn the country you cherish into a wasteland, with rivers of blood flowing through it.
Satila wasn't worried that Lai Yi was lying to her. Under her potion control, he'd long become a wastrel who'd give up everything for one more sip of potion. As a proud Level 50 Witch of Cursed Potions, she was certain a lowly Level 1 ordinary person could never escape her grasp.
"So, what information did you get today?"
"The Greystone family plans to rebel."
Ignoring the pain, Lai Yi spoke like an obedient dog. "Can I have the potion now?"
"How interesting—you really are obedient," Satila said, grabbing Lai Yi by the neck. A murderous glint flickered in her eyes as she squeezed harder and harder. Lai Yi's bones creaked under her grip.
"Why should I believe such information? The Greystone family is the kingdom's sharpest sword. If they rebel, it will be a huge loss to the entire empire's strength."
"I'm telling the truth… I just want more potion," Lai Yi gasped, struggling to breathe. This damn woman Satila—someday, I'll take a fire poker and ask her: Do you want this stick, or mine…
Then he'd take her right there, ejaculating all his semen into her noble pussy, making her pant like a sow before him, filling her arrogant womb with his seed.
"You did so well. I won't forget your loyalty to the kingdom," Satila said, suddenly letting go.
A sweet smile spread across her face—so cute she didn't look like the woman who'd just committed such cruel acts. "I was just playing with you earlier, that's all."
"In fact, I've long suspected the Greystone family—with all their military power—of planning to rebel."
She pulled out a vial of poison—the same one Lai Yi had drunk earlier. "My anesthetic potion has finally come in handy. Take this and mix it into your father and brother's food. I can't wait to see them become my puppets too."
"No… no! They can't drink the potion!"
"How dare you disobey my order?"
"Master, only I can drink your potion!" Lai Yi's eyes turned red as he stared at Satila—her beautiful face like a tempting devil. "Master, the potion is all mine!"
So my potion is this alluring to him? Satila licked her tempting pink lips out of habit. This little incident made her surprisingly happy.
"Very well," she said, handing Lai Yi an expensive magical knife. Her eyes still held that arrogant disdain—unaware that this would be one of the most regretful decisions of her life.
"A slave curse mark carved with this 'pen' can only be undone by a Level 80 Radiant Elf. It's just a little trinket from the elven treasury."
"Elves are so boring. Controlling people with magic potions is far more reliable."
"Use this to carve slave marks on them. After all, you've been with me all these years—it's time I gave you a reward."