Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

[Handsome dad readers, please give your brains a massage here~]

All characters are 18 years of age or older.

All characters in this book are adults, and the content is also for adults only. Please read with caution and consider it safe. Downloading the book first is recommended.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Hmm~ You vile insect, how dare you treat me like this?"

"No, no! Oh ho ho ho... I'm sorry~"

The sounds on the bed were soft and trembling.

Silver hair fell to the edge of the bed, the ends brushing against the dark red sheets.

The woman tilted her head back, her neck forming a snow-white arc, and her collarbone was covered in sweat.

With a clang of the chains, the woman's long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, were pulled apart.

The stockings gleamed damply under the light, stretched taut from the toes to the thighs, leaving a red mark on the inside of the knees.

"...Mmm, mmm..."

She bit her lip, her voice stuck in her throat, squeezed out intermittently.

The black robe was mostly torn and hung at her waist, her bodice was askew to one side, and the black lace trim was rolled up.

His lower abdomen rose and fell with his breathing, and sweat trickled down his waistline.

The woman turned her head to the side, her silver hair spreading out and covering the entire bed.

Her purple eyes stared at the ceiling, her eye sockets red, her eyelashes trembling, her vision blurring and then clearing, anger and resentment mixed together, burning her eyes with a stinging sensation.

The chain tightened another inch.

"...Um--!"

The woman's back arched suddenly, her toes curled up, and the tips of her toes under her black stockings stretched into a line, tearing the bed sheet out of shape.

The next second, the woman closed her eyes tightly, as if awaiting final judgment.

But at that moment, the image froze, and a line of text appeared.

[The final witch, Lilith, has been defeated. Do you wish to view the cutscene?]

Lin Yu didn't rush to make a choice. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his fingertips still lingering on the cool touch of the witch's skin simulated in the game pod.

"Finally... it's all included, over three thousand CGs, over two hundred endings, not a single one missing."

All side quests cleared, all hidden content unlocked, even all the Easter eggs that require special conditions to trigger were discovered. Now, only this one is missing—"

He stretched his neck, his bones making a slight cracking sound, and slowly shifted his gaze from the exquisite character illustration on the screen to the side beside him.

Right to the right of the gaming chair, a streamlined, silver-gray hibernation pod stands quietly.

The canopy is transparent, and inside are countless intricate neural wiring harnesses, currently in standby mode, with a pale blue indicator light flashing rhythmically.

"This latest motion-sensing pod in the 'Education and Training' series truly lives up to its reputation..."

He muttered to himself, his tone carrying a sense of relief and exhaustion after clearing the level:

"The pain simulation is at its lowest level, but the synchronization rate between touch and other senses... tsk, it's still a bit too high."

Lin Yu looked back at the witch still struggling in chains on the screen, his thoughts drifting back to three months ago.

The game appeared suddenly on his computer terminal.

There were no warnings, no download history, and no installation prompts.

One day, he turned on his computer and found a new icon with a black background among a bunch of commonly used icons.

His first thought was that he had been infected with a virus or malware.

However, the antivirus software performed a full system scan and found nothing.

The icon just sits there quietly. Right-clicking it only gives you two options: "Open" and "Create Shortcut." There are no properties, no path, and it cannot be deleted.

Any deletion attempt will result in the message "File is in use," and restarting the computer or entering safe mode will not help.

Lin Yu even went so far as to download 360, hoping to fight fire with fire.

But it still didn't work.

This piqued Lin Yu's curiosity, and he began to try to find out more information about it.

Search engines, gaming forums, niche communities, even circumventing internet censorship to access foreign websites... the results were surprising and unsettling.

No, there's nothing at all.

It seems that Lin Yu is the first player, or even the only player, of this game.

Based on the game's content, Lin Yu categorized it as a first-person shooter game set in an alternate world.

So it was named "Silver Girl".

Although the process was somewhat bizarre, putting that aside, Lin Yu had to admit that "Silver World Demon Girl" was of pretty good quality.

Not only is the plot captivating, but the character illustrations are also top-notch, and each character's design is very appealing.

Lin Yu scrolled through the screen, flipping through the in-game CG replays page by page. As the various character illustrations flashed by, he mentally reviewed them as well.

A holy maiden of the Forbidden Library, a great scholar and mentor of the Magic Academy, a gentle widowed aunt next door, and a farm girl entangled in magical vines in the fields.

The dark-skinned queen of the Dark Elf Kingdom, the dragon girl who collects gold coins in the dragon's nest, the signboard girl of the bunny girl bar, the injured succubus girl on the snowy mountain...

Without exception, they are all top-quality.

"After reading this ending, I'll go read some Tomato Novels. Sigh, the book I was following is now in the dark, and I don't know if it will ever be released."

That bastard Shenhe is really up to no good.

Lin Yu complained as he re-entered the game pod, his thumb hovering over the confirmation button.

[The final witch, Lilith, has been defeated. Do you wish to view the cutscene?]

The cursor blinked between "Yes" and "No".

Without hesitation, Lin Yu pressed the confirmation button, preparing to deliver the final blow to the most unpredictable and arrogant boss in the game.

However, immediately afterward, everything went black before Lin Yu's eyes.

The game on the screen also completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.

.....

Dungeon, witch hut——

The damp air was filled with the scent of herbs, and the candlelight flickered gently.

On the bed, Lilith's delicate body trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Everything around her was wet; her black stockings were soaked with water, making them appear much darker.

Lilith paused for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and exhaled.

She had a dream in which a mysterious man subdued her and even...

Lilith propped herself up on the bed, her legs clinging to her soaked black stockings, feeling sticky.

She glanced down and frowned. "Tsk."

The movement of getting out of bed was quite large, and the bed board made a dull thud.

Lilith stood by the bed, reaching out to brush the strands of hair that were stuck to her face, her fingertips touching her burning earlobes.

She paused for a second, then cursed again: "You bastard..."

Lilith's voice was muffled in her throat, as if it were being squeezed out from between her teeth.

She raised her hand and pressed it against her collarbone. There were no marks there, but she felt as if something remained beneath her skin.

The feeling of being bound by chains, the temperature of being branded.

And those eyes.

Recalling the scene in her dream, a mysterious and powerful man suddenly barged in, stood in front of her, looked down at her, and easily defeated her.

Lilith clenched her back teeth.

She has lived for thousands of years, codenamed the Witch of Annihilation, the embodiment of calamity.

Even now, hidden in this underground city, it has not appeared in the outside world for a long time.

But when those old folks who have lived long enough mention her, they still lower their voices, as if uttering her name would attract something unclean.

But what about legends?

In her dream, the man stood in front of her, but she couldn't even see how he made his move.

The magic was completely sealed off, and chains emerged from the void to bind her wrists and ankles.

He just stood there looking at her, expressionless, before being pushed onto the bed.

In the dream, she was not the Witch of Annihilation, nor was she some kind of calamity-ending woman.

It's just a fish on a cutting board.

Locked up, unable to move, at the mercy of others.

return......

Images flashed through Lilith's mind: her legs being spread apart, her waist being pinched, and the sounds she heard.

Her voice was incredibly soft and trembling.

"Heh." Lilith sneered, her expression a mixture of shame, anger, and a hint of panic that she would never admit to herself.

She walked to the mirror, and her face was reflected in it.

Her silver hair was messy, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were a little swollen from biting them.

Lilith stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, then raised her chin and said:

"It's just a dream, nothing more than a dream. Even the most powerful nightmare, I will defeat it." Lilith's tone regained some of its coldness.

She turned and walked towards the bathroom, hooking her fingers around the sash of her black robe and yanking it casually.

Most of her robe had slipped to the ground, and her bra was askew. Too lazy to straighten it, she simply unfastened the clasp and tossed it aside.

The shoulder strap slipped down from my shoulder, leaving a faint red mark.

The skin was exposed to the candlelight, and the sweat below the collarbone was still damp, reflecting a warm yellow light.

Lilith bent down and hooked her fingers around the edge of the black stockings.

The stockings were still damp, and my fingertips sank into them. The fabric clung to my thighs, making a soft rustling sound when I pulled them up.

Roll down from the groin, layer by layer, past the knees, calves, ankles, and finally peel away from the toes.

Both legs were bare.

The lines pressed into her skin by the stockings remained, dense and faintly visible in the candlelight.

Lilith straightened up and stepped barefoot onto the cold stone slabs.

A chill ran up her spine as she walked toward the bathroom and pushed open the wooden door.

But at that moment, Lilith paused for a second.

At that very moment, she glanced down and saw the area below her navel.

There was a magic rune there, pale pink, almost invisible if you didn't look closely.

But Lilith knew that this magic mark was exactly the same as the one the man had branded in her dream.

As she drifted into a daze, almost lost in a trance, the man held her tightly, whispering malicious words in her ear:

"My dearest Lilith, the Witch of Annihilation, please allow me to offer you my highest respect, to brand you with my mark, and to make you my possession..."

The man spoke so devoutly, as if he were making some sacred vow.

His tone was gentle and composed, but his hands didn't stop.

He spoke words of pity as he pressed the brand into her body.

In that instant, Lilith felt everything.

A searing heat exploded from within his body, shooting upwards along every magical pathway.

She wanted to call out, but couldn't.

They wanted to escape but couldn't move.

I could only tilt my head back, stretch my neck into a straight line, curl my toes, and feel completely nailed to that feeling.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Who on earth has such power? I will find you, kill you, and crush you under my feet!"

Lilith, regaining her senses, narrowed her eyes and stood blankly at the edge of the bathtub.

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