Rrrriiiip!!
As if in direct retaliation to his words, another agile humanoid B-Rank shadow wraith emerged from one of his blind spots.
It was very fast, secretly jumping from one shadow to another, then directly behind Alex's own shadow.
Even before Alex could react, its sharp claws caught the front of his already half-ruined shirt from both sides and pulled violently in opposite directions.
The cotton fabric tore wide open with a loud, final rip… exposing his bare navel covered in white snake scales.
The visible undersides of his large breasts lay bare to the cold air and the hungry, burning eyes of the surrounding ghosts and some unlucky people who got trapped inside the Ghost Domain.
Thankfully, he reacted fast, twisting his torso just in time and immediately covered the rest of his skin with snake scales, or else the wraith would have even ripped the other top half apart and exposed his breasts completely.
"Ahhh!" Alex instinctively dropped his sword, his free arm crossing desperately over his chest to shield the half-exposed breasts from view.
His fingertips brushed against his own exposed areolas, and the warm, electric contact of his own palms sent another sharp wave of melting pleasure straight down to his pussy.
And just then in the deepest, darkest corner of his consciousness, a long, sultry giggle finally broke the previous silence.
"My, my, what an exquisite little show, darling," the Silver Serpent Empress purred with delighted amusement, as if she had already vented her previous resentment.
"Look at you... stripped to your bare skin, bouncing like a ripe little whore for an audience of ugly ghosts… You should have listened to my words and let me take over your body."
"So that you wouldn't be in your current situation… Hehehe!"
"Come on, aren't you going to show your new ugly husband how well you can moan?"
"Shut the fuck up, you damn traitorous ghost… Aren't you also a ghost? Do something!" Alex roared in his mind, parrying a rusted spear with a desperate one-handed slash.
"You watched this whole thing happen! If I die here, your soul vessel gets turned into a cauldron for that rotting skeleton!"
"Hehehee, but I won't let you die. With me here, no one can kill my little vessel," the Empress chuckled lazily, her voice vibrating inside his skull like a velvet whisper.
"However, I don't like your attitude, so I won't interfere… But watch as you get punished by getting constantly humiliated by this ghost… Hehaa!!"
"Moreover, the Evil spirit seems not to want to kill you yet. He wants to cherish this delicious, plump body."
"He wants to take that virgin slit between your thighs and fill you until you scream in ecstasy."
"Fuck you, you sadistic bitch, I am a man… I can't let this happen!" Alex gasped, spinning to slice through another two ghosts, his breasts heaving wildly against his restraining forearm.
"Are you?" The Empress laughed, her tone turned mocking. "Don't you already feel how drenched you are between your legs."
"Feel that sweet nectar dripping down your thighs. That is the body of an Enchantress in heat, darling."
"Even without my interference, your body is begging to be used."
Another low-level banshee swooped down from above, its translucent, icy fingers raking across the shredded side of Alex's leggings, tearing away the last scrap of fabric covering his left hip.
"Empress... damn you... help me!" Alex finally gritted out in his mind, swallowing every shred of his pride. "If you lend me your strength to break this domain, I'll... I'll honor our deal!"
"Oh? You'll willingly surrender your body to me for an entire day?" The Empress whispered, her soft presence expanding inside his soul space, radiating intoxicating heat.
"A deal is a deal, little Alex… You should not back down again as you did earlier."
"However, now is not the time to act yet… You need to wait a little bit longer?"
"What?" Alex blinked, "Why?"
"It's not as easy as you think it is to destroy a Ghost Domain, darling," the Silver Serpent Empress continued lazily, her intoxicating voice echoing directly inside of his mind.
"A domain anchored by an Evil Spirit is not just made up by itself, but actually created by the world itself to isolate them from the entire world."
"So that evil spirits get trapped inside, causing less harm to the world itself."
"Even with my power, destroying the domain without tearing your fragile mana circuits to shreds requires precise timing and control."
"It would have been easier if you were also a Master Rank professional, but you're not… So, don't blame me!"
"Heheee… You're still a weakling and need my help… How pathetic, hahaha!!" A soft, mocking chuckle reverberated through his skull, sending an involuntary shiver straight down his spine.
"So you need to endure a bit more of this delicious humiliation until I find the perfect opening to strike," the Empress continued, sounding utterly delighted by his predicament.
"Until then, you're entirely on your own, honey. Please make sure to entertain me well!"
"You sadistic snake, you never forget that you're still inside my body…!" Alex cursed inwardly, his teeth grinding together as he forced his sluggish mana to circulate. "You won't survive if I die…"
Summoning the remnants of his spiritual energy to continue the fight with the surrounding ghosts.
However, before Alex could seize any opening to break through the ghost horde, the blood-red sky of the entire Ghost domain twisted violently into a swirling vortex of necrotic ghost energy.
BOOM!
A suffocating, bone-crushing aura of a Master rank professional plummeted from the heavens like a collapsed mountain.
The sheer atmospheric pressure drove Alex to his knees, cracking the frozen cobblestones beneath him. Even though he evolved recently, he was still a Level 1 B-rank professional.
The pressure alone was very overwhelming for his current body to handle.
Above the battlefield, the mist tore apart as the Ashen-Bone Wraith Lord appeared in midair.
"How dare you resist me? I command you for your courage, my little bride?!" the Wraith Lord roared, the terrifying vibration shattering surrounding gravestones into fine powder.
"But just having enough courage… won't save you from my hands." With a sweeping gesture of his skeletal claw, the frozen ground ruptured.
CRACK! RRRRUMBLE!
A torrent of thick, barbed necrotic chains burst forth from the depths of the underground, rattling violently as they surged through the fog straight toward Alex.
Before Alex could even scramble to retrieve his dropped Blackiron blade, the Ashen-Bone Wraith Lord pointed a pale, razor-sharp claw directly at him from midair.
Above the battlefield, the necrotic mist twisted into a dense, blinding crimson sigil.
The dark runes glowed with evil power, radiating an inescapable Master-rank spiritual pressure.
In a fraction of a second, the sigil collapsed inward, transforming into a concentrated beam of dark crimson force that slammed squarely into the center of Alex's bare, scale-clad breasts.
"Nngh... ahh...!" A strangled gasp of agony and paralyzing heat tore from Alex's lips.
The sinister curse pierced straight through his Scaled Dermis, surging into his meridians like burning acid.
In less than a heartbeat, his newly refined B-Rank mana circuits locked up tight under absolute rank suppression.
Alex felt his strength evaporate in an instant. His knees buckled, slamming heavily against the pavement, leaving his limbs trembling, heavy, and half numb.
Clank! Rattle!
The barbed necrotic chains burst from the shadows below, expanding as they wrapped slowly around his defenseless body.
"F-fuck... get off me...!" Alex gasped, fighting to force his sluggish muscles to move, but his vocal cords betrayed him, vibrating with that soft, breathless feminine tone that made his blood boil in humiliation.
Clink! Clang!
The freezing, rusted links coiled around his calves and thighs first, binding his legs together before snaking upward around his narrowed waist.
With a rhythmic tightening, the heavy chains pinned his arms firmly against his torso, crossing over his chest and digging into the exposed curves of his soft breasts.
The icy metallic chains seared against his overheated skin like dry ice, sending agonizing, electric shocks straight through his suppressed meridians.
Every tiny shift, every desperate flex of his Serpentine Musculature only caused the links to grind harder against his sensitive flesh, locking him in an inescapable bind.
"Fuck... you ugly sack of rotting bones!" Alex cursed through clenched teeth, his head snapping back against the frost-coated stones. "Let me go! I'm going to tear your skull off your damn shoulders!"
Above him in the surrounding mist, the Wraith Lord let out a deep laugh that reverberated through the entire Ghost Domain.
"Rage all you wish, my little bride," the monster's hollow voice echoed from the sky. "Your strong resistance and unwillingness will only make breaking you all the more exquisite and wonderful."
Surrounding them in the fog, the horde of low-level wraiths, banshees, and specters swarmed closer.
Now that the Master-rank binding spell had completely neutralized Alex's combat ability, the lesser ghosts grew bolder.
Translucent, freezing claws reached out from every shadow, brushing boldly against the exposed skin of his bare ribs, tracing along the curve of his hips where his leggings had been shredded away, and began mocking his helpless state.