Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 549 - 105-The Lustful Curse and the Symphony

"What's going on? Why can't I feel the mana inside me?!"

The gray-haired woman's heart skipped a beat. The scorching, writhing whips that bound her body weren't just burning her last shreds of clothing into ashes—they had completely severed her connection to mana. Right now, she was as helpless as an ordinary person with no magical power.

Meanwhile, Alan, whose consciousness had been overtaken by the Lustful Curse, resembled a walking corpse.

A soft pink glow danced in his eyes, and his body instinctively leaned toward the gray-haired woman, as if seeking some form of solace from her presence.

Realizing she had been thoroughly caught off guard, the gray-haired woman finally broke down. Her lips trembled as she warned Alan:

"Don't… don't come any closer! I'm a duchess of the Kent Kingdom—"

Thud!

Before she could finish, Alan lunged, pinning her down by the waist, firmly locking her beneath him.

The gray-haired woman struggled with all her might, but without her mana, she was no match for Alan.

Then, she saw Alan suddenly grab the front of his shirt and rip it open.

"So hot…"

She barely understood what was happening before her vision went dark—his torn shirt had accidentally covered her eyes. Just as Alan shouted about the heat, she felt a surging wave of blazing heat crash over her and consume her whole.

…

Smack smack smack!

The sharp, rhythmic slaps of flesh echoed from behind the boulder, sounding like wooden clubs striking soft meat.

Sweat. Heavy breathing. Low groans. Feminine moans.

Together with the chirping of insects, they played out a chaotic yet primal symphony—the music of life in its rawest form.

The cold wind weakened. On the western plains, the setting sun flung its last golden rays across the landscape.

There, behind the boulder, the gray-haired woman lay slumped, utterly drained. Her bare skin leaned against the cold stone, her lips stained with both blood and faint trails of glistening saliva.

Beside her, Alan lay shirtless, fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion.

No one knew how much time passed.

When the silver moon finally dipped low enough to touch the treetops, Alan stirred from his slumber.

His body felt hollowed out, utterly spent.

He glanced down at his sweat-soaked form, then over at the gray-haired woman, whose expression had dulled and vacant eyes stared off into space.

In a daze, the fragments of what had happened started to return to him.

Then came a teasing voice, one he knew all too well—the woman in black within him spoke:

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"Well, well… about time you woke up."

Alan didn't know how to respond. After a long pause, he finally squeezed out a single sentence:

"You saw everything?"

"Of course I did. Gotta say, I'm surprised. Didn't think you had that kind of stamina in you."

Alan rubbed his face and muttered irritably, "And you just watched?"

"What else was I supposed to do? Help you? I don't have the equipment for that, you know."

"No, I mean—wasn't that a curse? The Lustful Curse? That should've been easy for you to dispel, right?"

"Sure, it's simple enough."

"Then why didn't you—?"

She cut him off before he could finish. "Because I didn't want to. That woman's nothing but two-faced poison. She's tried to kill you more than once already. Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for her?"

"That's not it… I just…"

He trailed off. Whatever explanation he had, it refused to form properly in his mind.

The woman in black gave a cold snort.

"Enough. You didn't lose anything, did you? Get rid of her—we've got places to be."

"Get… rid of her?!"

Alan was stunned. Still, questions lingered in his heart.

"But… she never told us the location of the Stone of Sage—"

"No need," the woman in black said flatly. "I already found out where it is."

"We need to move. Fast. You know why I kept vanishing before?"

"It's because my mana is nearly depleted. Sometimes I fall into unconsciousness without warning. We need to locate the sealing artifact and reinforce the seal on Hell—only then can I stabilize my condition. We can't afford any more delays."

"…Alright."

Alan didn't argue. He understood what truly mattered right now.

Still, he couldn't shake the odd feeling in his chest. Just walking away like this felt… wrong.

So he turned back and gently shook the gray-haired woman awake.

She had barely regained consciousness before launching herself at him, teeth bared, ready to bite his throat out.

Alan hurried to explain, "Wait, wait! It's a misunderstanding! No one wanted this to happen! You shouldn't have messed with the curse in the first place—you switched it midway to a Lustful Curse!"

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed she was completely bare—not even a thread of cloth left. Her body was still marked with vivid red handprints and bite marks.

The worst part? All the marks matched his handiwork exactly.

He slapped his forehead, cursing silently. Damn it, the curse's influence was stronger than I thought… it hasn't even fully worn off yet!

The woman in black snorted coldly.

"The curse wore off a long time ago. Halfway through, you were just letting it all out."

"That's not true!" Alan protested, flustered.

He quickly retrieved a set of spare clothes from his storage ring and draped them over the gray-haired woman.

She quieted slightly, her eyes flickering with faint traces of rationality.

"One day, I'll tear you into pieces," she hissed, biting her silver-white teeth together. Hatred burned in her eyes—this man had taken everything from her.

Alan, unaware of her untouched purity before the incident, simply responded flatly.

"You won't. Not now, anyway."

Then he pointed to the curse mark on her inner thigh.

"Don't forget—this mark will stay active for a full month."

The gray-haired woman trembled with fury, but the magic sigil bound her actions. For now, she was helpless.

Alan stood up, waved at her without looking back, and left without another word.

Not long after his departure, thick clouds blotted out the moonlight over the Tianshan plains.

Darkness enveloped the land.

The gray-haired woman absorbed the dark elements in the air at a rapid rate, and in mere moments, had already regained nearly half her strength.

She prowled through the night like a phantom bat—or a rabid jackal—relentlessly searching for Alan.

But he was nowhere to be found.

The young man, whose power barely touched the tier-bronze threshold, had vanished without a trace.

She could hardly breathe from the frustration. With a single leap, she shot into the sky and transformed into a mass of black mist, floating directly above the Kent Kingdom.

Seeing that familiar darkness return, the guards stationed around the kingdom immediately saluted in unison toward the sky.

"Welcome back, Duchess!"

Their voices thundered through the Kent Kingdom like divine proclamation.

Without a word, the duchess descended and raced toward the Grand Senate Hall of Kent Kingdom.

Inside, elderly councilors—many with one foot already in the grave—were arguing bitterly over national affairs.

Suddenly, the gray-haired woman burst into the hall and conjured a magical projection of a young man.

"Send the entire Darkmoon Knight Order. Head to the Plantagenet Kingdom and locate this man as fast as possible."

The room fell silent.

Every senator turned their gaze toward the duchess.

One of the most senior councilors finally broke the silence.

"Your Grace… who is this man? Why the urgency?"

The duchess said nothing, but her expression grew darker by the second.