In the gloomy underground labyrinth, magical flames flickered to life. Their eerie glow illuminated pitch-black, icy pillars and towering walls.

Dressed in my Gothic princess gown, I walked down the corridor toward the deepest dungeon cell of the Undercity. Bessdaitiel trailed behind me.

Outside the cell door, succubus guards stood on both sides. This was the Dark Princess’s special prison for confining and interrogating female captives. It was fully equipped with all kinds of tools and facilities.

The cell door opened. Inside the dim dungeon, two girls were tied to pillars. One was tall and coldly beautiful. The other was rather ordinary-looking but still pretty.

Feyn Senior stood with her head slightly bowed. Her long black hair spilled over one shoulder. Her snow-white body bore no scars, even as a captive—thanks to the armor’s incredible defense.

Though Feyn Senior was now my prisoner, for some reason, my gaze at her felt tense. Perhaps the armor, combined with her figure, was just too stunning.

I stepped closer. Sure enough, Feyn Senior was much taller than me. My eyes landed right on her firm, full chest. How could her breasts be so big yet so perky? The black, bra-like armor was tiny, barely supporting them below. The deep cleavage between them seemed to exude a faint, alluring fragrance.

It was called armor, but besides boots and bracers, her body was covered only by a small chest plate and a narrow, inverted triangle guard below. Thin black strings tied the guard to her snow-white hips. At the back, I couldn’t see, but I knew it was basically just a thong.

“Don’t look…” Senior Sister’s voice remained cold, without a trace of shyness.

I approached her. I could almost feel the heat radiating from her youthful, vibrant body. Beads of sweat from battle and tension glistened on her skin. They carried a unique feminine scent—something only a defeated woman seemed to emit.

“Tianlin Feiyan, when you led your shiny Temple Knights Order down to plunder the Undercity, you probably didn’t expect this.” My breath quickened as I spoke. “Tied to a pillar, wearing such shameful clothes—even though you’re the prisoner!”

Feyn Senior lifted her lashes. Her warm, captivating eyes met mine. “You’re smarter than I expected, little sister Kuroti!”

“Call me Princess! Tianlin Feiyan, you’d better know your place now!” Bound as she was, she still acted so self-assured. I was really annoyed. I glanced aside. Loyning Senior’s face was flushed, her whole body trembling. A large wet patch stained the pillar beneath her feet.

This follower Senior had been so terrified on the way to the deepest part of the Undercity that she’d wet herself! Why could Feyn Senior stay so calm?!

“Bess, take that follower to my room and wait for my private interrogation!” I pointed at Loyning Senior.

“Little sister Kuroti, why so angry?” Feyn’s tone was commanding, like a Senior Sister giving orders. “If you have grievances, take them out on me, not her! Without seeing the scene, you’d think I was the one tied up for interrogation.”

“Hmph! Feyn Senior, do you still think you’re that human Temple Knight?” I said smugly, hands on hips. “The academy’s young lady? The dream girl of all the boys? Now you’re in my hands—I can do whatever I want! And how I deal with that bitch follower is my freedom!”

“Alright, then how do you plan to deal with me?” Feyn asked, almost provocatively.

That attitude really infuriated me! Bessdaitiel had already taken Loyning to my room. Now only Feyn Senior and I remained.

“It’s not like I’ll do anything to you! I just want answers!” My bluster faded. “If you don’t answer, I’ll make you suffer! Back in that cabin… why did you… do that thing to me…” After all, it was my first kiss that had been stolen by force.

“What thing?”

Heavens! Why did I feel like the one being verbally trained, even though she was tied up?

“Kissing! Senior Sister, was that your first kiss?”

“No.” Feyn’s lips parted warmly. For some reason, I felt an urge to untie her ropes and lean into those lips.

I stepped back. Heavens, what’s wrong with me? Why did my thoughts scatter whenever I saw her? Why this strange anticipation? Could it be… I really liked Feyn Senior?

I glanced at her again, only to find her looking back. Shyly, I turned my head away. “Forget it. You kissed me, I captured you—it’s even. I didn’t come here today for that! Feyn Senior, why did you invade my Undercity?”

“Little sister Kuroti, your question is so childish. I don’t want to answer.”

“You… fine! Then I’ll be blunt!” I threatened, my face flushed. “You’re my prisoner. I want intelligence on the empire’s military deployments and the Temple Knights Order’s secrets! Answer honestly, or… I’ll interrogate you!”

“Little sister, do you even know how to interrogate a girl?” Feyn said teasingly. “Want me to teach you?”

“You…!” This was the first time I was truly angry at Senior Sister! Even if she was mature, intelligent, and sexy—even if she might be my type—provoking me like this was unacceptable for the Princess of the Undercity! “Hmph, Feyn Senior, fine! You don’t have to keep provoking me. I don’t know your scheme, but I won’t play along! Want me to interrogate you? Sorry, but that depends on whether this Princess has time! I’m very busy, unlike you, caught wearing such shameless clothes! I don’t know what you’re so arrogant about. Just stay here and reflect! Excuse me!”

“Oh? Little sister, is this clothes shameless?” Feyn’s voice followed me. “Then who was it wearing similarly shameless clothes when Senior Sister kissed her senseless?”

“…I—I’m not talking to you anymore! Hmph, just you wait!”

I whirled around and returned to my bedroom.

I wasn’t really giving up on interrogating Feyn. I just planned to take a detour—start with the terrified Loyning, who’d wet herself from fear. She seemed much easier to handle than Feyn. I’d interrogate her for Feyn Senior’s leverage or weaknesses. Knowing the enemy makes it easier to get a confession!

After all, intelligence on the empire and the Temple Knights Order was crucial to me!