The cold, damp air of the stone chamber contrasted sharply with the rising heat between them.
Regulus smiled wickedly, looking down at the slumbering, mature body of the Witch of Greed. Her physical shell had no heartbeat and drew no breath, yet her pale skin was flushing a deep, vibrant pink, completely betraying the intense anticipation echoing through their telepathic link.
With slow, deliberate movements, Regulus finished undoing the buttons of her elegant black dress. He parted the dark fabric, exposing her full, heavy breasts and the flawless, pale curve of her abdomen to the ethereal blue light of the magic crystals.
"Y-You... you're actually stripping me," Echidna's voice trembled in his mind, a mix of sheer panic and insatiable, greedy curiosity. "To defile a defenseless, slumbering body... your depravity truly knows no bounds, Regulus!"
"You can complain all you want," Regulus chuckled, trailing his fingers down her stomach. "But your body tells a completely different story."
He slipped his hand between her thighs. Despite being clinically dead in the physical realm, her body was completely slick, overflowing with warm, fragrant juices in response to the phantom sensations her soul was experiencing in the Castle of Dreams.
"Ah... Nngh!" A sharp, telepathic gasp echoed in his head as his fingers brushed her sensitive folds. The physical body on the stone slab simultaneously arched its back, its toes curling instinctively.
The bizarre contrast was incredibly arousing. He was touching a corpse without a pulse, yet it reacted with the hypersensitivity of a virgin.
Regulus unfastened his trousers, his hardened length springing free. He positioned himself between her thighs, gripping her hips firmly.
"Let's see if the greatest Witch in history can handle reality," Regulus whispered.
With a firm, decisive thrust, he buried himself inside her.
"GAAAH!" Echidna's mental scream practically deafened him. The physical body beneath him violently spasmed, her inner walls clamping down around his shaft with crushing, terrifying force. Her maidenhead tore, and a small bead of blood mixed with the slickness dripping onto the cold stone.
"It hurts! It hurts! Pull it out, you brute! Ahhh!" she sobbed telepathically, her proud, intellectual persona completely shattering under the sudden, overwhelming influx of physical pain.
"Just relax," Regulus commanded, leaning down to capture her unmoving lips in a deep kiss.
He held himself perfectly still, letting her physical body—and her soul—adjust to the massive intrusion. After a few agonizing moments, the mental screaming subsided into ragged, telepathic panting. The tight, unyielding grip of her internal muscles slowly began to soften and pulse rhythmically around him.
"You... you really put it inside me," Echidna whimpered in his mind, the pain rapidly morphing into a deep, agonizingly intense feeling of fullness. "I can feel... every inch of you. It's... it's burning..."
"And we're just getting started."
Regulus pulled back almost completely, then drove his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again.
Slap!
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed loudly in the dark tomb.
"AH! Yes... wait, no!" Echidna's mental voice fractured into a chaotic mess of pleasure and denial.
Regulus established a grueling, relentless rhythm. He pounded into her slumbering body with the monstrous stamina he had plundered from Capella. Because her physical shell lacked normal biological limitations like oxygen dependency or muscle fatigue, he didn't need to hold back. He ravaged her with devastating, unyielding force.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The physical body bounced against the stone slab. Her breasts heaved, her face was completely flushed, and sweat began to bead on her pale forehead. Even without a heartbeat, her body was a perfect vessel for absolute pleasure.
In his mind, Echidna was completely losing her sanity.
The sensory feedback loop was absolute. Everything her physical body endured was broadcast directly to her soul in the Castle of Dreams, magnified by four hundred years of sensory deprivation.
"Regulus! Ah... deeper! Please, Regulus, I'm going to break! My mind... it's melting!" she begged, her telepathic voice reduced to a high-pitched, desperate whine.
The amount of slickness her body was producing—a pure, concentrated essence that would later be euphemistically known as "Dona Tea"—was staggering. It splashed against his thighs with every brutal thrust, filling the tomb with an incredibly sweet, intoxicating scent.
"Beg for it, Witch of Greed," Regulus growled, picking up the pace until he was nothing but a blur of motion. "Show me how much you want it."
"I want it! I want all of it! Ahhhh! Give it to me!" she screamed in his head, completely surrendering to her darkest desires.
Her physical inner walls began to convulse violently. A massive, world-shattering climax ripped through her soul, translating into a series of crushing, milking spasms around his shaft in the physical world.
The sheer intensity of her climax pushed Regulus over the edge. With a low, guttural groan, he thrust one final, brutal time, emptying a massive, boiling load of his seed deep into her slumbering womb.
At that exact moment, Regulus felt his Authority of Plunder violently activate.
As his seed filled her, he simultaneously reached into the very core of her soul and violently ripped the Castle of Dreams from her absolute control.
"Ah... Ahhhhh..." Echidna's telepathic voice faded into a broken, breathless sigh, completely overwhelmed by the sensory nuke, before finally falling completely silent. The mental connection went dark.
Regulus pulled out, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
He closed his eyes, instantly immersing his consciousness into his newly plundered domain—the Castle of Dreams.
What Regulus saw was Echidna curled up on the white tea table in the grassy plains. Her phantom clothes were in disarray, her face was flushed crimson, and she had completely lost consciousness, twitching helplessly in the aftermath of her first time.
The other six Witches were gathered around. Facing Echidna, who was now silent and utterly exhausted, they were momentarily at a loss, not knowing how to deal with the unprecedented situation.
The next moment, Regulus simply willed it, and a large, luxurious mansion materialized beside them on the grass.
Noticing the appearance of the mansion, the Witches immediately came back to their senses. Sekhmet sighed lazily and used her Unseen Hand to gently lift the motionless Echidna into the air.
Drip... drip...
Facing the continuous dripping falling from Echidna's dress... the liquid that could euphemistically be categorized as "Dona Tea" caused all the Witches, except the innocent Typhon, to blush fiercely.
"Let's go. We'll wait inside," Sekhmet said, floating Echidna toward the doors. "Whatever needs to be said, we'll say it after she recovers from her current state."
Following Sekhmet's lead, the group of Witches entered the residence together.
Regulus withdrew his consciousness, opening his eyes back in the physical tomb.
As for why he was able to freely spy on the situation within the Castle of Dreams, and even effortlessly construct a mansion with a mere thought...
Naturally, it was because this was his newly acquired ability.
Plunder Authority: Castle of Dreams.
A special pocket dimension outside the physical world, within which resided the souls of the Witches of Sin. What he had plundered wasn't just the dimension itself, but also the Witch souls bound within it. They had been "carried along" as a package deal.
'This ability is quite good,' Regulus smiled, highly satisfied with the result.
After all, carrying seven wives around—even if these wives were currently only souls—was incredibly convenient. And whenever he entered the Castle of Dreams, these wives could still fulfill their physical responsibilities perfectly well, couldn't they?
The only minor annoyance was that this was yet another ability that provided no direct enhancement to his destructive combat capabilities.
But that wasn't too much of a problem either. There were seven Witches here... no, to be precise in the lore, there should be nine. Apart from the one who inherited a factor but was a man—Hector, the Warlock of Melancholy—there was also Pandora, the Witch of Vainglory.
So, even excluding Hector, he still had more chances to obtain abilities from the remaining Witches in the future. Even if the probability was small, it was impossible to keep getting abilities that didn't increase his combat means, right?
Regulus turned his gaze back to Echidna's physical body on the stone slab.
It was a complete mess. Her pale skin was covered in sweat, her thighs were slick with his seed and her own fluids, and her chest was still flushed a deep pink. She remained completely comatose, without a heartbeat, but she had undeniably just been thoroughly used.
Should he take her back with him?
At this stage, he didn't know how to physically awaken her from her slumber. It might be that he hadn't yet obtained the right Authority or magic to resurrect her fully. If he took her with him now... looking at her current, thoroughly 'defiled' state, it didn't feel like a good choice to haul her body around the real world.
Regulus picked up the torn, soiled pieces of her black dress and tossed them aside. He wiped Echidna's body down as best he could, then dressed her in his own spare shirt and trousers.
He looked her up and down. Apart from the slightly sticky traces in her white hair, nothing abnormal was visible.
Satisfied, Regulus nodded. He picked up the red crystal pendant and re-hung it around her neck. Gently tapping it, the pendant instantly transformed into countless particles of red light, expanding and solidifying back into the heavy crystal coffin, sealing her body safely inside once more.
Regarding this crystal coffin... Regulus felt a lingering frustration. Just earlier, during the height of his passion, he had accidentally triggered the activation method and almost got sealed inside along with her.
He had really been startled at the time. What if this thing couldn't be opened from the inside? Wouldn't he be trapped with a corpse for a lifetime?
Taking one last look at Echidna's flushed body through the crystal, Regulus turned and chose to leave. Her peculiar condition—where body and soul were separated yet both exhibited the exact same physiological reactions—was incredibly interesting. If possible, he really wanted to experience it a few more times.
As Regulus departed, the heavy stone door slowly closed on its own, and the chamber was once again enveloped in pitch darkness, as if nothing had ever happened.
When Regulus successfully left the underground tomb and emerged into the forest...
"Lord Regulus," Ryuzu, who had been waiting alone, immediately ran over.
Seeing her hesitant expression as she looked at his half-naked state, Regulus bent down and picked the petite girl up in his arms.
A cute smile appeared on Ryuzu's slightly reddened face, followed by a puzzled expression.
"Um... Lady Echidna, and... your clothes...?"
"Echidna still needs to rest for a while longer. As for my clothes... I saw they were dirty, so I just threw them away," Regulus lied smoothly.
"I see."
Ryuzu nodded in understanding. She didn't plan to inquire too much about the specifics of what he did inside the tomb.
Reaching out to stroke the pink hair of this very well-behaved and sensible girl, Regulus turned to look back at the ruins.
"Ryuzu, I'll trouble you all to continue guarding this place for a while longer."
"I understand. I will convey this order to the other clones later."
Having received an answer, Regulus withdrew his gaze.
The gains from this trip to the Sanctuary were quite good, but the initial objective had not been achieved. He hadn't successfully awakened Echidna into the real world.
'In that case, I wonder if Beatrice will be willing to form a contract with me now?' he thought.
Then he remembered his new Authority over the Castle of Dreams. He could test it out later to see if he could pull other people's souls into it. If he could pull Beatrice's soul in to meet Echidna, then the contract was practically guaranteed.
Holding Ryuzu in his arms, Regulus returned to the village under her guidance.
The Sanctuary Cathedral.
This was the only building within the entire dilapidated village capable of accommodating all of the girls in his convoy.
When Regulus arrived, he saw that besides his own wives, the white-robed Ryuzu clones were busily at work. They had taken on the responsibility of caring for his group.
Though, rather than "caring," they were actually just being treated like stuffed dolls by the noblewomen. Many of the Ryuzu clones had been caught and were being held tightly in the wives' arms, wearing dazed, expressionless looks that appeared incredibly cute.
Carol, who had been anxiously keeping an eye on the Cathedral entrance, immediately walked over when she spotted him.
"You're back."
"Mm."
"Since you're back, let's leave this place quickly," Carol said, her tone turning entirely serious. "If we depart now, we can probably reach the Mathers mansion by dawn. After greeting Marquis Roswaal, we should hurry straight to the battlefield."
She was in a severe hurry.
She had received a royal military order, and military orders were as weighty as a mountain. But for personal reasons—accompanying this arrogant Archbishop—she had delayed her deployment for over a day without official cause. In the past, as a proud Knight of the Royal Guard, even if she were beaten to death, she wouldn't have believed she could ever make such a derelict decision.
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