“Why did it turn out this way? You should know that better than anyone.”

Gu Qinghan remained calm, certain he’d chosen the perfect moment to speak—his tone deliberately gentle.

Based on his calculations, Liana was highly likely to comply.

Yet to his shock, resistance flared where none was expected.

“Heh heh heh…”

Liana glared with venomous eyes, a cold smirk curling her lips.

“I will *never* let you have your way, Mr. Hohenheim!”

Her resolve was that of a completely different person from half an hour ago.

*What happened?*

A faint dissonance prickled Gu Qinghan’s senses.

“Miss Liana, revealing the cause of your physical changes would benefit us both…”

“I won’t believe a single word you say anymore, Mr. Hohenheim.”

She cut him off, teeth clenched, cheeks flushed crimson, her delicate frame trembling.

Gu Qinghan instinctively stepped back, frozen.

She was enraged—*but why?*

This path led only to ruin for her.

“Are you certain you still wish to remain silent?”

Liana stood rigid, watching his chilling profile, her body trembling slightly.

“Then… let us continue.”

His voice dropped low, patience frayed.

Slowly rising, Gu Qinghan returned to the alchemy table and gathered the few remaining untouched props.

This time, his motions were harsher.

Ribbons for binding hands, spaghetti-strap sheer dresses, black thigh-high stockings…

He tore open each package without hesitation, tossing them before the ginger cat.

To the cat, they were just human clothes—nothing special.

At most, mild curiosity.

But to Liana, every stitch screamed humiliation.

Revealing cuts, bold colors—her face flushed, heart racing.

*Shameful.* Tailored precisely to *her* measurements.

*He’d prepared these… for me?*

A soft pink bloomed across her cheeks; her legs pressed tightly together.

*He knows everything.*

*Mr. Hohenheim… so skilled. So twisted.*

Shame coiled around her like a venomous snake.

Now, discarded on the floor—worse.

Clothes reduced to a cat’s playthings.

*Unforgivable.*

“Good boy, Little Orange~ Let Auntie dress you up~”

Gu Qinghan smiled sweetly, lifting the cat, folding the stockings neatly into a bow.

Minutes later, the ginger cat tiptoed past Liana in full human attire—graceful steps, perky rear accentuating the outfit.

As if tailor-made *for it*.

Gu Qinghan nodded with feigned satisfaction, eyes flicking toward Liana.

Her expression twisted in struggle, teeth grazing her lip, body trembling faintly.

*Pained.*

*Good.*

“Miss Liana… it’s still not too late to speak up, you know?”

He drawled the words, a mocking smirk tugging his lips.

Yet her defiance surged louder:

“Delusional!”

She panted, fists clenched white, as if the words drained her completely.

Gu Qinghan stilled—then his gaze darkened.

“Fine. Watch every last prop vanish.”

He turned away.

*Riiip!*

Packaging shredded like silk torn from skin.

The stockings, now ripped and deliberately provocative, draped over the cat’s slender frame.

Time crawled.

The alchemy table emptied.

The floor became a chaotic sprawl of discarded items.

A faint musk of pheromones hung in the air.

Anyone entering would mistake this for an adult toy store.

*But this place is far more dangerous.*

Gu Qinghan placed the final prop before the cat.

*Meow~*

Paws batted playfully at the scattered items.

All defiled.

Yet Liana remained silent, jaw locked tight.

*Impossible.*

Gu Qinghan swallowed hard, impatience tightening his chest.

*If this fails… I have nothing left.*

Outside, twilight bled into night.

Her resistance had held—unbroken.

*What’s happening?*

Anxiety flickered. He studied her.

She hadn’t looked away.

Eyes locked on the cat, missing nothing.

Fists clenched, breath ragged, sweat glistening.

Each paw-swipe made her flinch—as if scratched herself.

Flushed face.

Crimson lips parting, tongue darting to moisten them.

Leaning forward—humiliated, yet *hungry* for every second.

Gu Qinghan frowned. *This feels familiar…*

*Yes.*

The night of the drug trial.

Her blush wasn’t anger.

It was *pleasure*.

His blood ran cold.

*Hypnotic Depth Perception.*

Magic surged inward. Feedback flashed:

**Hypnotic Depth (Loyalty): 96**

*[Hypnosis nearing completion. Intense emotional attachment and craving. Physiological reactions triggered at the sight of you.]*

*[Caution: Long-term suppression has further distorted her already twisted psyche. Monitor psychological state and evolving inclinations.]*

Gu Qinghan’s face darkened.

An unforeseen outcome had unfolded.

…………