She finally reached him. She was standing right infront of his chair. Her hand reached out and brushed away some of his hair from infront of his eyes, almost in an affectionate manner.
She gazed into his eyes, which seemed like a dark abyss which could see the entire world. His blank stare was so erotic! Her sex was drooling with anticipation, after 9 months of hard work and effort, he finally broke!~ Her nipples were already perked and she was extremely aroused by seeing his blank stare. His malnourished body, the way his ribs poked out from under his chest, it was all so arousing.
She had ordered her personal servants to clean the boy up. The servant knew exactly what this meant, so she had put in one hundred percent effort to please her mistress. This wasn't the first time this had happened after all. She also ordered the guards of the dungeon to turn off the wards while the mistress was inside, this was expected of her. The wards also had a recording function, so if the guards decided to misbehave and turn on the recording function, the family would be in some hot water. A sex tape is some juicy blackmail material.
The guards turned off all the wards and made sure that no one would disturb the mistress, her 'last sessions' usually last at least 4 hours, and usually end up with the captive dead. This time was no different. The boy was malnourished and had no mana, no one had even noticed that he had gone missing, so their guard was down and they were very relaxed.
Anyways, back inside the room the girl was getting ready to get frisky with the broken boy.
"I know that after our last session, you probably don't have very much blood left fufu~ However, I have a solution for that! Don't you worry! Open your mouth for me~" She grabbed his jaw and forced her finger into his mouth, pinching the sides of his jaw to open his mouth forcefully.
She inserted a flask of blue liquid into his mouth and forced him to swallow it by holding his nose shut so he couldn't breath, which wasn't really needed as he wasn't resisting in the slightest.
Obviously Ira does not take unnecessary risks like this, he had already used his system to observe the flask of mysterious liquid, giving him detailed information about its usage.
*Flask of sexual stimulant: Enables the user to gain an erection, even if their body is physically incapable of doing so, drinking this potion uses the life force of the host to cause an unnatural erection. -150HP*
He let her make him drink this potion, since overall it wasn't that big of a deal, the only worrisome thing here is that it doesn't say how long the erection lasts. But hopefully it isn't too long.
She started cutting off the rags off his body, unveiling his malnourishment even further, He had little to no muscle left and even less fat. It looked like his legs would snap as soon as he tried to stand up. His arms probably couldn't even lift a tiny dog up.
Once the rags were completely removed she unlocked the steel restraints on his hands and took his hands into hers, placing it onto her breast and looking at him for any reaction. Finding none she was finally satisfied, she let her guard down fully and decided to enjoy this.
His underwear was already straining with effort to hold in his raging boner. She hooked her fingers around his underwear and tried to slip it down his legs, but found some difficulty as she couldn't lift his hips off the chair. So she just used scissors to cut the underwear off, getting dangerously close to castrating him.
'I don't want to be raped by this bitch, even if it might feel good, My hatred demands me to finish her off right this second… But there's still a danger, a massive one that I hadn't accounted for. She had always been wearing very covering clothes, so I hadn't noticed until now, but she was ripped. For a girl. This could mean several things, but the most likely is that this world has some kind of martial arts, or its has a knight system, or something like that. It could also mean that she just likes exercise, but I sort of doubt that.
In a lot of fantasy novels, there is always ranks for mages, and if you don't have the potential to be a mage, you can still practise martial arts and become a cultivator, or a knight.
Ira had no idea which one this world had, if it's a knight system then dealing with them is generally easy. They usually have strong bodies, and they can perform certain skills that depends on their class. However, if it's a cultivator world, then quite frankly he might be a little fucked, cultivator worlds have hundreds of different unique attacks, defences, misc abilities and can even fly and shit!
On the plus side, he was almost certain that she wasn't a mage. How? It's simple, She had accidentally dropped a knife once while torturing him, and made a small cut on her leg. Instead of healing it, she just put a bandage around her leg and continued torturing. Obviously this does not mean that she definitely doesn't have magic, but now that he saw her ripped body, he is more certain than before that she is not a mage.
At best she's a regular human, In the middle she's a knight or a cultivator. At worst she's a mage. However, even if she is a mage, Ira is still confident that he can deal with her.
However, just for the sake of safety, just to make absolutely certain that he does not fail here, he will strike at the moment of her climax.
She finished taking off his underwear and stared at his dick for a little bit before shaking her head cutely and patting her cheeks.
"Are you ready to experience heaven after experiencing hell for 9 months? I bet you are fufu~ after all, I was the one who sent you to hell~" She said as she turned and reached around the back of the chair and did something.
A click was heard and Ira fell backwards, The chair had turned into a flat bed. However his legs were still tied to the front of the makeshift bed/chair and so his thighs felt an extreme burn as his hamstring was stretched to the limit. His head also hit the former chair's back. He couldn't react to the shift since it would give his act up.