The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

My body feels so uncomfortable and my throat is so thirsty...

It felt like I was sinking continuously, but something was holding my body up, preventing it from falling into the abyss.

I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt so heavy. After trying several times, it seemed that I could finally open them a little. A faint light flowed in from the gap, illuminating the white area in front of my eyes.

There was nothing, as if I was alone in the sky with no one around, and no matter how I shouted, there would be no response.

So lonely.

"Lore."

"Wake up."

Who is calling me?

The hoarse voice seemed familiar.

Lor felt a warm current surging from his chest, flowing through his internal organs and limbs, injecting a bit of vitality into his almost exhausted body.

"…Am I still alive?"

Lor opened his eyes blurryly, focused his vision with difficulty, and finally managed to see the scene in front of him.

Before my eyes was a dim, lightless stone wall that seemed to extend endlessly into the depths of darkness. Many dark red thorns could be seen climbing on the wall.

His body was sore and numb, and he wanted to move, but found that his limbs were tied up and he couldn't move. Lor tried to twist his wrist, but felt a sharp pain.

Lor turned his head to look at his wrists. Blood-red thorn branches grew out from the stone wall and climbed up to his wrists, binding them tightly like ropes and shackles.

The sharp thorns pressed against the smooth and delicate skin, and if one moved even the slightest, they would pierce into the flesh.

Her slender white ankles were also tied up by thorns, and her whole body was hung on the stone wall. The nun's uniform on her body was already tattered, and only her neck and head could move slightly.

“Thorns… Is this the Thorn Palace? Although I survived, I eventually fell into the hands of Ilandani.”

Luo Er sighed bitterly. Although he was not dead, he could not be considered alive either...

Suddenly Lor remembered something and hurriedly shouted in his heart.

"Ms. Yasha, are you still there?"

"Yes." The words were brief and to the point, but they rekindled the fire of hope in Lor's eyes.

"She didn't notice you?"

"She can't find it." Ordinary shadow beasts can only hide in shadows. As long as you are on guard and sharp enough, it is not difficult to detect the existence of shadow beasts.

But Miss Yasha is not an ordinary shadow beast, she is an existence known as the evil god by the world.

"What are you going to do next? The thorns here are her eyes and ears, and it's almost impossible to escape."

In response to Miss Yasha's question, Lor shook his head bitterly.

"It's good enough to be alive. I haven't thought about the future yet, so I'll just take it one step at a time."

Miss Yasha hummed, as if agreeing with Lor's words. After a while, she suddenly spoke again.

"Why did you deliberately provoke her?"

"To face Ilandani, being obedient will lead to death. Only by angering her and provoking her emotions can you have a chance to survive."

Once upon a time, Lor also wanted to be a well-behaved little cat at the feet of the big man, but in the end he was pushed into the thorn forest by Ilandani and narrowly escaped death.

Now he understood that a woman like Elandani would not have any sympathy for a lowly toy. No matter how obedient and well-behaved the toy was, she would ruthlessly abandon it after she got tired of playing with it.

Miss Yasha was silent for a while, then spoke again.

"It was a great show. You're a little braver than I thought."

Lor smiled bitterly in his heart. Such courage can be given to anyone who wants it, but this seems to be a rare compliment from Miss Yasha.

"How are Frey and Via?"

"They are all fine."

"That's good..." Finally there was some good news. The depression in Lor's eyes eased a little. Thinking back on his behavior before he fell into a coma, Lor no longer felt scared.

At that time, I was completely desperate. Although I am still in a desperate situation now, as long as I am not dead, there will always be a chance...

"She is coming."

The sudden words made Lor's heart skip a beat. He raised his head and looked forward. The sound of footsteps gradually came from the depths of the darkness.

Gradually becoming clearer and closer.

A figure gradually appeared at the end of the stone wall. She was wearing a light and casual red miniskirt, a pair of snow-white and plump legs tightly wrapped in thin silk stockings with intricate patterns, and her toes lightly stepped on red high heels.

His elegant and relaxed demeanor and the indifferent smile on his face formed a sharp contrast with Lor, who was tied to the wall and in a miserable state.

"Ilandani..."

Sure enough, the thorns here were her eyes and ears. She appeared immediately after I woke up.

"You're finally awake, Lor." Lor's legs were off the ground and tied to the stone wall by thorns. At this time, Ilandani walked in front of Lor, just about the same height.

"You kept me waiting for quite a while..."

"I can't wait to love you well."

Ilandani raised the corners of her mouth slightly, raised her hand, pinched Lor's small chin and lifted it up gently, forcing Lor to raise his head and look directly into her eyes.

Those beautiful eyes were filled with a gentle smile, but Lor felt a chill all over his body. Behind the smile was an icy murderous intent.

"You, what do you want to do?" Lor was forced to look up and stare at her beautiful face weakly.

"Those who betray me will always end up dead, but Lor, you are special. I decided to give you a chance."

"Three questions. If your answers satisfy me, I might consider letting you live."

Ilandani said softly, and instead of being surprised, Lor felt something was wrong, and sure enough, he listened to what she continued.

"First question, how did you leave the Palace of Thorns and go to the Holy City of Hyperion?"

Lor's eyes widened slightly, his heart trembled, and then he immediately tried to make his expression as normal as possible, but Yilandani had already discovered the clue from Lor's evasive eyes.

"Tell me, who is helping you?"

The voice was gentle, like the whispers between lovers, but the thorns that bound Lor's limbs began to grow slowly, and he felt a sharp pain in his wrists and ankles.

Lor bit his lips gently, enduring the pain.

"No, no, it was just me. I kept running and running by myself."

The pain intensified at this moment, the thorns pierced into the flesh, and blood flowed down the arm and dripped onto the ground.

"Is it?"

With a wave of her hand, Ilandani caused a bunch of thorns to grow out of the stone wall of the ceiling and slowly spread to her hands. She grasped the thorn branches, broke them off, and held them in her hands.

"This is not the answer I want to hear..."

Before Lor had time to react, the thorny vine in his hand swung and hit Lor hard.

The blood shadow tore through the nun's uniform and cut her tender skin, leaving a hideous blood mark, with crystal clear blood beads oozing out.

"Well!"

Lor's eyes widened and he raised his head in pain.

"Do you think you can fool me?" Ilandani observed Lor's painful expression with interest.

"On your own, you can't even get out of the Palace of Thorns. But even if you don't tell me, I know it's either that bug or the dog of the Goddess of Beauty."

"I guess it should be a shadow beast. I think you were not just used as a sacrifice in the previous sacrifice."

The physical pain was secondary; the fear in his heart was more deadly. Lor felt that the secret he had carefully hidden was seen clearly by Ilandani.

"Am I right?"

Ilandani leaned over and whispered softly in Lor's ear, her warm breath hitting Lor's neck, intimate and ambiguous, if you ignore the thorn branch in her hand.

"I don't know what you're talking about, it's just me really."

Lor gritted his teeth and could not admit anything in front of her or expose Miss Yasha's existence, otherwise he would really have no hope at all.

"hiss……"

Another scarlet bloodstain, the thorns on the thorns dug into the flesh, bringing out a string of crystal blood drops that fell to the ground.

The thorn branches whipped Lor one after another, and the clear sound of clothes tearing could be heard in the stone chamber.

The sharp thorns easily cut through Lor's already tattered nun uniform, leaving bloody marks on her body.

"Does it hurt?"

Ilandani gently stroked the wound on Lor's body that she had caused with her own hands, as if with heartache, and looked at his pretty face which was frowned in pain and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

He stained his finger with a drop of crystal blood, put it in his mouth and savored it carefully, and a look of vague satisfaction appeared on his face.

"You are dishonest, Lor, you are a bad boy, and bad boys have no clothes to wear."

Just like unsealing a gift package, Ilandani used the thorn branch in her hand to slowly and gently pick open the cloth that had been shattered into tattered strips and hung on Lor's snow-white and delicate skin.

The dim stone chamber was filled with a charming and alluring bloody aroma that lingered in the air, making people feel dazed and dazed.

Even Ilandani was momentarily distracted by the beauty before her.

The beautiful young man's limbs were bound by bloody thorns, and he was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. There was only a little clothing left on his upper body, revealing large areas of snow-white and delicate skin underneath.

The scarlet and hideous bloodstains imprinted on it actually added a strange beauty and charm.

Ilandani couldn't help but recall the wonderful pleasure she felt when she was intimate with the boy last time. It seemed as if there was a fire in her body, constantly burning her reason and urging her to vent it out.

But in the end she controlled her growing desire and spoke gently.

"You didn't answer the first question very well, but I will give you another chance if the second question still doesn't satisfy me."

The sharp thorns of the thorn branches pressed against Lor's chest, and Ilandani felt the beating of Lor's heart in his chest.

"It will pierce your heart. Don't worry, you won't die. The thorns will take root in your heart and grow all over your body along your blood vessels."

"Then I will suck your blood bit by bit and eat your flesh. You will become a dried corpse. Oh, yes, you have seen that woman. Do you remember her appearance?"

Lor felt the coldness and stinging in his chest, and couldn't help shaking all over.

That woman refers to Ilandani’s mother, the previous Grand Duke. Her last appearance was that of a horrible mummy with thorns all over her body.

An extremely strong fear appeared in Lor's eyes. If he became like that, he would be unable to live or die, and in the end he would probably have to beg Ilandani to free him.

no, do not want……

Lor stared at Ilandani without saying anything. He seemed to be trying to appear brave, but his eyes were red and his whole body was trembling. His pitiful appearance made people want to hold him in their arms and comfort him.

Ilandani looked closely at the fear in Lor's eyes, and a gentle yet malicious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Holding the thorny branches, she circled around and around the rosy red spot on Lor's chest, drawing dotted lines continuously, quietly feeling the trembling of the lovely person, and whispered softly.

"Weren't you very brave before? Why are you so scared now?"

Lor remained silent, his teeth trembling, and just when Irandani thought he would not respond, he opened his mouth slightly.

"Before... I was also scared..."

He struggled to squeeze out these words from his throat one by one with sobs, and because he couldn't hold on any longer, he lost control of his emotions and burst into tears.

But even though Lor had tried his best to restrain himself, crystal tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were crimson, making people want to hold him in their arms and comfort him.

The smile in Ilandani's eyes faded slightly. She slowly pinched Lor's small chin and raised her delicate and beautiful but tear-stained little face again.

"So the second question is, how come that bedbug looks so similar to you?"

"This is your last chance, speak up."

"…That is the ritual of the Goddess Church."

Lor tried his best to make his words sound less tearful, but his body was out of control.

The places where I was hit by the thorns were burning with pain, and my limbs seemed to have lost feeling. It was so painful that I wanted to just fall asleep.

Lor looked at Ilandani's beautiful face so close to him, but his eyes gradually lost focus.

"What is the ceremony and what do you need to do?"

"Reincarnation ritual requires the bones of blood relatives and the flesh of enemies..."

"anything else?"

"And... the blood of my lover." Lor closed his eyes resignedly, waiting for Ilandani's next torture.

The expected pain did not come, and Ilandani gently stroked Lor's delicate and fair little face.

"Look, wouldn't it be okay if you just told the truth earlier?"

The thorns on Lor's wrists were untied, and he retreated back into the stone wall. Lor felt his hands loosen, and he fell forward into Ilandani's arms.

The reincarnation ceremony of the Earth Mother Church is well-known throughout the Rose Continent, so she had naturally heard of it.

It seems that the bug has fallen in love with someone he shouldn’t, Irandani murmured.

"My lover's blood, that bug had the guts to think of it... I should have slapped her to death right then."

Lor had no strength left in his body. His limbs were numb from being tied up for a long time. He lay in Ilandani's arms in a daze, unable to move.

Immersed in the aroma of rusty blood, my mind began to become dazed.

In a trance, he heard Ilandani's gentle voice.

"One last question, Lor. You have to think carefully before answering."

"..."

"Tell me, who do you love right now?"