David let out an arrogant, booming laugh. Blanche’s face drained of color, panic flashing in her eyes—her full lips turned pale in an instant.

She never imagined her daughter would be captured. Just how much had David been hiding?!

“Hahahaha, Blanche! Twenty years ago, I already wanted a taste of you! Sure, it’s two decades late, and you’re no maiden anymore—but your daughter is! She’s still pure!”

David laughed wildly, his gaze raking over Blanche with undisguised greed.

Since he was turning Silva into a puppet and sex slave anyway… why not enjoy both mother and daughter?

Blanche’s mature elegance paired with Silva’s delicate innocence—having them together would be utterly thrilling.

And the best part? They were the revered Empress and Imperial Princess—women ordinary folk could only dream of seeing. Soon, he’d pin them down, break their wills, violate them freely. The thought sent shivers down his spine.

After years of waiting, it was time to collect a little interest.

David’s lewd smirk shattered his gentle-old-man facade. With a flick, he cast the wood-element spell: *Vine Bind*.

Thick vines coiled around Blanche. She struggled fiercely, but as an ordinary woman, she stood no chance. In seconds, her limbs were bound tight, forced into a spread-eagle pose.

“Everyone out,” David ordered, glancing at the others.

They filed out silently. Once Silva became his puppet, he’d be emperor. No reason to cross him—they were all in the same boat.

Only three remained.

A wild grin stretched across David’s face. He was floating on arrogance.

“Blanche, watch closely,” he sneered. “Your daughter will be pinned beneath me—violated, stripped of innocence, impregnated. She’ll become my puppet, my loyal sex slave! I’ll make you witness her fall: first resistance, then pleasure under the magic’s grip, until she *begs* to serve me.”

“And you? I’ll break you too. Can’t wait to see a virtuous woman like you reduced to a bitch.”

David narrowed his eyes, leering obscenely.

Blanche spat squarely in his face, lip curling in contempt.

“You ungrateful dog! When rebels captured you years ago, Onid should never have saved your worthless life!”

“What’s the past matter now?” David chuckled lightly. “I won. You all lost.”

Roland, lying on the bed, nearly snorted. *Kid, you’re way too green. Silva’s been playing you this whole time—and you still think you’ve won? Rookie of rookies.*

*And that cringey monologue? Pathetic. Doesn’t hold a candle to my dirty jokes. Embarrassing.*

*Now… how to wake up ridiculously cool and scare the piss out of him?*

A brilliant idea struck him. Silently, he activated the sound-element spell *Sonic Wave*, borrowing a tune from the Three Moonlit Brothers.

David, fully aroused, ignored Blanche’s murderous glare and climbed onto the bed.

“Ah~ Silva… let me show you some *tender* care!”

“You bastard! Coward! Keep your hands off my daughter!”

Her curses only fueled his excitement. He chuckled lewdly, reaching for “Silva’s” clothes—

*Thump-thump-thump!*

“Ah~ Yi Ya Ya~”

As the music blared, “Silva” snapped her eyes open. David froze, stunned.

“Wake up with a start!”