Isla was standing in front of the mirror when all of a sudden a force from the mirror descended on her. Her face turns red due to the heat and her breathing quickens, immediately causing her to succumb down on the floor, her eyes turn misty, and soon tears fill her eyes, she finds it hard to breathe due to the overwhelming sensation that her body is currently feeling.
She tries to stand up but her legs are too weak, making her very vulnerable right now, any man that comes in at this moment can easily take advantage of her but her mistress won't allow that because this is her way of punishing her.
"Erosera touch" is one of her mistress' most potent and formidable powers, Erosera touch serves as an aphrodisiac and a highly potent one that has no elixir except for indulging in sexual activities or her mistress takes it away, her mistress also said that the only way to get rid of Erosera touch is if the person that the spell is being cast on has a strong mental power than the caster then the person can break free from the spell and that is why her mistress had her trained her mental power a lot since most of the spell she cast has to do with the human mind and she has to have higher mental power than the person she is casting it on.
Every time she disappointed her mistress or failed to complete her mission, her mistress always punished her like this, casting an Erosera touch spell on her for hours with the next dose higher than the last and when she tried to lose consciousness or tried to satisfy herself to reduce the urge, her mistress always makes sure to keep her away by throwing her across the room, although her body is stronger than that of a normal human but it still hurts most times and when she tries to satisfy herself, her mistress increase the intensity of her spell making harder for her to move and even harder for her to deal with the passion in her, seeing how angry her mistress is today, her punishment will probably last all night, she can't help but curse both Vivian and the duke in her heart.
"He did not even bother to check on me," she thought to herself with so much hatred in her heart, she did not plan to let the duke go after tonight, "I will make sure I turn him into a dog under my skirt, I swear," she thought to herself, she marks the face of all the nobles that attended today's ball and promise to take revenge on them for not helping her and even making jest of her.
Tonight will definitely be a long night for Isla because the more the woman in the mirror remembers what happened at the ball the angrier she gets and the more intense Isla punishment gets, since this is not the Baron's mansion, the woman makes a barrier around them to keeps the noise from getting out and also throws Isla toward to several things which hurt a hundred times more than when she is being thrown against the wall because every time she hurts the barrier, she also gets electrified by the energy that constructs the barrier, she is injured and bleeding several but the woman refused to let her heal and continue with the torment.
The following morning, Vivian woke up feeling great, without the feeling of chest pain or tightness in her chest that she has grown used to feeling in the morning for years as a result of her heart problem or the usual luxurious hospital room that she is used to working up in, although she is confused first when she wakes up to see the grand looking ancient room but then seeing herself in a different nightwear and her flamboyant red hair, she was again remembered that she has transmigrated and she can not but be happy about it.
"It feels so great to wake up in the morning without being in pain or being short of breath," Vivian said to herself with a beautiful smile on her face.
It feels so great to be in a healthy body like everyone else and now she just had to get used to the life of a healthy person and she thinks that she is getting used to it just right.
Remembering what happened last night, she feels so happy to deal with so called green tea bitch female protagonist called Isla, remembering how pale she looks and how she ends up acting like a lunatic after she tears up that her fake elegance, she can't help but feels extra happy, the feeling of being a villainess is just great.
"Now this is the proper way of being a villainess," Vivian thought to herself, the author of the original novel probably doesn't know how to write a proper villainess act or he just hates the character Vivian personally because if not how can he claims that such a sweet character like Vivian is a villainess if not that he is a nut.
"Anyway with me transmigrating into the novel the novel is already bound to be different whether I try to follow the script or not because that is how Transmigration works and the author should even thank me for helping him bring the female protagonist together with one of the male leads faster without the need for bloodshed just so that they can be happy,"
"I practically just hand to them their desired goals and happy ending without the need for them to be labeled as murderers all for free, aren't I just the best transmigrator ever, I should really get extra paid for my hard work, I mean who else will help her husband get together with his lover if not me," Vivian said to herself.
Vivian walked to the chair by the window side and sat poised in the soft glow of the sunrise, her back straight yet relaxed, exuding an air of effortless grace. Her lips curled into a sly, knowing smile, the corners of her mouth twitching with restrained amusement. A soft chuckle escaped her, warm and melodic, as though she knew a secret she wouldn't yet share.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, dancing like twin flames, playful yet piercing, She tilted her head slightly, a cascade of her silky flamboyant red hair slipping over one shoulder, framing her face with a timeless elegance.
Her movements were deliberate, fluid, and captivating with her fingers lightly resting thoughtfully against her cheek. There was nothing vulgar in her demeanor; instead, she radiated an enchanting blend of confidence and allure, leaving an irresistible impression of both sophistication and mystery.
In that moment, she was a perfect contradiction: seductive but untouchable, devious yet entirely dignified.