"That red medicine..."

Moen glanced at the bottle of red medicine and immediately confirmed that it was identical to the one he had bought from the mysterious shopkeeper.

But Moen didn’t know why Ann would have this medicine.

Could it be that...

The figure cloaked in black flashed through Moen's mind...

...

...

"I won't drink it, I won't drink it!"

After the incident with Celicia, Moen not only learned how humiliating it was to be pinned down and trampled by a woman, but also get to know a new knowledge.

That was evil dragon blood mixed with dragon saliva grass, which would become a terrible poison.

An aphrodisiac poison!

It was a poison without cure that even Celicia couldn't endure!

"I will absolutely not drink it!"

Moen struggled frantically. He knew that if he drank this medicine, no matter how firm his inner resolve was, he would still end up in a tragic situation!

"Young master, do you think you still have choice to resist?"

Seeing Moen struggling desperately, shaking his head, determined not to drink it, Ann wasn't that angry.

Instead, she smiled faintly and suddenly drank the pink potion in her hand all at once.

"Huh?"

Moen was stunned.

Wasn't this for me? Why did you drink it yourself?

But before Moen could react, he saw Ann suddenly stretch out her delicate hand and grabbed Moen's jaw firmly.

"Hmm?"

It hurt so much!

Moen widened his eyes in panic and disbelief.

Because he felt as if what was pinching his jaw wasn't the tender fingers of a young girl, but a iron pincer capable of crushing stones!

Moen's head was fixed in place, then Ann leaned forward and kissed him without hesitation.

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh..."

Moen’s eyes widened even more, as if they were about to tear at the corners. He felt the warm and beautiful touch of Ann's lips, and more so, the soft and nimble little tongue invading his castle deeply.

How can this be!

How could I give in so easily!

Moen clenched his teeth tightly, like the hardest gate of a fortress, resisting Ann's frantic siege.

Even though nearly all his territory had been lost, leaving only this final stronghold, Moen still felt that he couldn’t give up!

History has repeatedly proven that giving up too quickly to the enemy will always end up in tragedy!

"Tsk."

In the face of Moen's desperate resistance, a trace of impatience showed in Ann's eyes.

Click.

Moen suddenly heard a strange sound.

Like the sound of a dislocated joint.

Then, intense pain came.

"Ugh ugh ugh ugh..."

Moen struggled painfully again because the hand holding his jaw began forcibly prying open what Moen thought was an unassailable gate!

Crack crack crack crack...

His jaw screamed in agony as Moen recalled how Ann had previously crushed a porcelain cup into powder like this!

It's over!

Moen's face showed despair.

Even if he decided to remain firm and unshakable, there was no way to withstand an opponent who was a female superhuman capable of tearing down gates with her bare hands!

Speaking of which, why are all of you so ridiculous? Especially Ann, as my personal maid, I've never seen you train!

Unfortunately, Moen had no more chance to find out the answers of these questions.

As tears of regret streamed down the corner of his eye, he only knew one thing...

The city fell.

The flexible, snake-like tongue wasted no time entering, plundering the spoils of war, and along with it came the slightly sweet and cloying medicine.

Without any further ado, the medicine flowed into Moen's mouth and then into his stomach.

The moment the drug entered his stomach, Moen felt a wave of dizziness.

It truly lived up to its reputation as being worth 130,000 Emile, able to knock out even Celicia in an instant, let alone Moen himself.

However, this dizziness only lasted for a brief moment.

Because an even more terrifying burning sensation quickly woke Moen back to consciousness.

"Relax young master, I’ve controlled the proportion of evil dragon blood and dragon saliva grass, so you won't pass out."

Ann softly said:

"But... the effects in certain aspects will be more pronounced instead."

Certain aspects?

What certain aspects!?

Explain clearly!

Forget it, even if you don’t explain, I probably already know.

Moen slumped against the wall, looking like a dried fish that had been left out to dry for years, his eyes vacant.

He stopped struggling; he could no longer struggle.

Because in just these few short breaths, he already felt the terrifying burning sensation starting to scorch his brain.

Making his breathing heavier.

"Hmm."

Ann looked down at a certain part of Moen and said approvingly:

"It seems the effect is quite good."

Ann slowly took off her maid uniform, leaving only black lace underwear.

And at this moment, Moen's eyes were fixed on Ann's perfect body, his gaze ardent and greedy, like a wolf.

"Hehe."

By this point, Ann was no longer in a rush.

She extended her hand and gradually removed Moen's clothes, her slender fingers occasionally touching Moen's skin, stirring up a large area of goosebumps while making the effects of the drug even stronger.

"What about it, Master, do you want it now?"

"..."

Moen's eyes turned crimson, seemingly having lost most of his reason. He struggled hard, trying to pounce on Ann but was held back by the chains.

"Give... give it to me."

Moen squeezed out a hoarse, low voice from his throat.

"Now... give it to me, I can... I can't hold on much longer... it's so hot."

"Oh dear, is it already unbearable?"

Ann giggled lightly:

"Seems like I overdid it."

"Gurgle... give it to me..."

"Sorry, but it's not possible yet."

Ann, as if a brilliant idea popped up in her head, couldn't help but show an evil smile.

"Not possible?"

Moen was stunned.

The terrifying burning sensation brought on by the drug continuously stimulated his nerves, making him unable to resist wanting to pounce and press the girl beneath him.

This drug effect was too terrifying, Moen could feel that if he couldn’t relieve himself soon, he might be completely consumed by the flames of desire.

But Ann turned out *NO*?

"But... why?"

"Because... there’s still some resistance left in your eyes, Master."

Ann whispered softly near Moen's ear.

Her maidenly fragrance was like poison at this moment, making Moen feel as if he would explode.

But Ann maintained a teasing distance.

"The compliance I want isn't the kind brought by drugs."

"What... does that mean..."

"Nah, please become mine, my Master."

Ann said in a voice full of endless temptation:

"As long as you belong to me, I'll let you be free."

"Free..."

"Yes, it will feel very good."

"Glug... feels good..."

Moen forcefully swallowed his saliva. It was as if Ann's words had infinite attraction to him.

"Master, repeat after me."

Watching Moen's resistance fade away bit by bit, Ann chuckled softly and said:

"I, Moen Campbell, swear to become property solely belonging to Ann, forever not leaving Ann."

"I, Moen Campbell..."

A voice deep inside Moen told him no, no...

If he agreed, he would lose something important again.

But at this moment, Moen's brain was filled with roaring flames, unable to hear the voice deep within his heart.

"To vow... to become... Ann's... property, forever... not... leaving Ann."

"That's right, my master."

After getting the answer she wanted, Ann smiled contentedly, taking off the last piece of clothing she had on.

She embraced Moen, who was already thirsting for her, and sat down slowly.

"Hmm..."

With a cry of both pain and satisfaction, in the dim dungeon, love affair overflowed.