Chapter 1186 - 188: Lady Bayonetta’s Restless Heart and the News from the Speaker, Grand Gifts (3)

Chapter 1186: Chapter 188: Lady Bayonetta’s Restless Heart and the News from the Speaker, Grand Gifts (3)

She suddenly slammed her fist onto the cold dressing table, the pain from her knuckles bringing her a moment of clarity. But the excitement forcibly stirred up from her body’s instincts clung to her rationality like stubborn vines.

"We’ll see..." Bayonetta looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze turning cold and sharp again, but deep within, a flame burned with unprecedented hatred mixed with a secret desire, "Su Li... I’ll get back at you with interest! I’ll make you understand the cost of offending a lady of the Empire!"

However, beneath the icy resolve she forcefully constructed, the unfamiliar and searing emptiness ignited by Su Li’s aggressive gaze and strong stance flowed quietly like an undercurrent, silently heralding another more secretive and intense internal war about to break out deep within her soul.

Lady Bayonetta, filled with shame and resentment, sank her weary body into the luxurious bed covered with expensive velvet. The costly incense filled the air, yet it could not calm her chaotic thoughts. Su Li’s fiery and aggressive eyes, his deep voice tinged with mockery, echoed repeatedly in her mind like a spell. The humiliation of having old wounds publicly exposed, the anger of being blatantly coveted, and... the fear-inducing excitement forcibly aroused, wound tightly around her consciousness like a vine.

In a state of extreme mental exhaustion yet unusual agitation, she fell into a chaotic dream.

The dream was no longer the splendid City Lord’s Mansion, but a blurry, oppressive space of chaos. She felt bound by an invisible power, unable to move. Su Li’s silhouette appeared like a specter, no longer at a safe distance, but just inches away, carrying that suffocating sense of oppression from the battlefield. His towering figure loomed over her, his deep eyes glimmering dangerously in the darkness, no longer mocking but with pure, undeniable conquest.

In the dream, she tried to rebuke, tried to summon her guards, but no sound came out, as if she had been stripped of all power and support. Su Li ignored all her symbols of status — the elegant gown, the badge symbolizing her position as the Lady of the City Lord, as if they were merely a useless thin veil. His actions carried a rude, irresistible strength, easily unraveling her symbolic resistance. That sense of being utterly suppressed, stripped of all control, amplified endlessly in the dream, filling her with suffocating despair.

Yet, amidst this ultimate humiliation and fear, an involuntary, strange reaction from the depths of her being suddenly erupted like wildfire. It was a kind of hot and empty thrill forcibly awakened by absolute power, a desire surging beneath a frozen lake. This contradictory, extremely shameful feeling swept through her entire body like an electric current, causing her to emit a silent sob in the dream, a strong, soul-shaking emptiness surging from deep within, yearning to be filled by some powerful and rough force...

"No!" An oppressed cry tore through the silence.

Lady Bayonetta jolted awake from the nightmare, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, almost bursting out. She gasped heavily, her full chest heaving under the thin silk robe, outlining an alarming silhouette. Cold sweat soaked her back, the silky robe clinging to her skin, bringing a chilly, clammy sensation, yet it couldn’t calm the searing and unfamiliar excitement awakened in her body by the dream.

In the darkness, she breathed heavily, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat. However, the humiliation of being violated in the dream and the forcibly ignited emptiness lingered with painful realism. Instinctively she pressed her slender, plump legs together, but couldn’t stop the magma-like hot emptiness spreading from deep in her abdomen. That feeling was so unfamiliar, so intense, yet so... shameful. She could even feel the skin on the inner sides of her thighs trembling slightly, with a lingering moist sensation that set her face aflame and made her heart race.

She suddenly sat up, the straps of her silk robe slipping off, revealing her rounded, alabaster shoulders and delicate collarbone. In the darkness, she hugged her arms tightly, trying to dispel the bone-chilling cold and the deeper restlessness. Moonlight filtered through the exquisite window grilles, casting a pearly glow on her slightly sweaty skin, delineating the mature, voluptuous curves of her body. In that moment, this body she was once proud of, a symbol of nobility and power, made her feel a sense of unprecedented loss of control and... decadence.

"Damn it..." she cursed softly, her voice carrying a hint of hoarseness and tremble. She closed her eyes tightly, attempting to drive Su Li’s hateful figure and the shameful scenes from the dream out of her mind. However, the more she resisted, the more clearly the searing gaze, the dominant posture, and the forcibly awakened thrill in the dream were branded in her senses.

She threw off the silk cover, stepping barefoot onto the cold, smooth marble floor, attempting to extinguish the fire inside with its coolness. She walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the sleeping Marle Castle. The city’s lights, like scattered stars, symbolized order and power. But inside her, it was as if a stone had been dropped into a deep pool, stirring waves that could never restore the previous calm.