NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 81: Skill Evolution

Allen’s smirk deepened as he stepped forward, the broken council hall fading into the background behind him. Lady Rhelgar still stood rigid, her ripped dress barely holding her arrogant composure together. But he knew something she didn’t—something new inside him, sharpened and ready to strike.

He paused, his eyes flickering briefly to the shimmering interface only he could see—floating in the air.

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[Skill Evolved: Sweet Tongue → Enchanting Tongue]

Effect: Charms and seduces target, bending their will and softening resistance

•—Cooldown: 10 days after single use

•—Restriction: Cannot be used on the same person twice

•—Duration: Lasts until target is either fully charmed or resisted

•—Additional Effect: Leaves a visible kiss mark on the target, signifying domination

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A bright, glossy kiss mark pulsed on the window—deep crimson, bold and impossible to miss.

Allen’s lips curled into a predatory grin. It was time to use his gift.

He closed the distance, his voice a low rumble dripping with mock sweetness.

"Lady Rhelgar," he purred, "you really think you can bargain with me? That you have any say over what happens next?"

Her eyes narrowed, defiance flickering despite the shock and the torn fabric barely concealing her vulnerability.

Allen leaned in slowly, until his breath ghosted over her ear.

"But I’m feeling generous today."

Before she could react, his lips pressed to hers—soft, commanding, and impossibly warm.

The kiss was electric, searing. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a command.

As his tongue brushed hers, an intoxicating wave surged through her, locking her thoughts in a haze of yearning and submission.

Her proud facade crumbled, eyes fluttering shut.

When they parted, Lady Rhelgar’s lips trembled, her usual arrogance replaced by a confused, almost desperate softness.

Allen pulled back, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

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[Enchanting Tongue used on Lady Rhelgar]

Cooldown activated: 10 days

Charm Status: Active

Kiss Mark applied

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Lady Rhelgar’s gaze flickered up, dazed and vulnerable—her body betraying her stubborn mind.

Lady Rhelgar’s gaze flickered up, dazed and vulnerable—her icy composure melting, her body trembling like a fever was crawling under her skin. Her lips, still glistening from the kiss, parted in a shallow breath as the magic of Allen’s Enchanting Tongue rooted itself deep in her pride-sick soul.

She didn’t understand it—but she felt it.

The heat blooming in her chest. The throb between her thighs. The intoxicating fog swirling in her mind.

How could a filthy peasant—a man—touch her like that? Control her with a kiss?

And yet... she couldn’t resist.

Allen stood tall above her, his presence drowning the air. His fingers brushed along the curve of her jaw, thumb dragging possessively across her lips.

Her breath hitched.

From the sidelines, her handmaidens gasped—hands flying up to cover their mouths, eyes wide in scandalized horror. Their mistress—the cold, cruel Lady Rhelgar—was kneeling before a man. A commoner. Letting him touch her. Speak to her like she was a used-up pleasure slave.

Allen didn’t spare them a glance.

Instead, he ran his fingers down Lady Rhelgar’s throat, tracing the skin where her diamond choker had once clung. Now, only a glowing kiss mark remained—deep red, shimmering like a brand of shame.

"You feel that?" he murmured. "That’s your body telling you who you belong to now."

A small sound slipped from her lips—half gasp, half moan. Her thighs clenched instinctively.

Allen looked over to the maids, still frozen in horror.

"Still think your Lady’s untouchable?"

They flinched.

"Fina," Allen called, voice smooth.

Fina was already walking forward, hips swaying, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You rang?"

He tilted his head toward the cluster of trembling maids. "Make them obedient. Break that little highborn pride."

Fina grinned.

"Gladly."

She reached out and yanked the nearest one by her ribboned collar, dragging her in close. "You girls watched her beat you, scold you, parade you like dolls. And now look at her."

Fina turned the maid’s face toward the kneeling Rhelgar.

"Knees. Wet. Weak."

The maid whimpered.

Fina grinned wider. "You’ll be next."

Meanwhile, in the background, Rinni was already making moves—her giggle echoing through the hall like the world’s lewdest bell.

Nyra lay sprawled at the base of the dais, panting, limbs twitching from earlier punishment. Her ass still gaped from the carrots shoved deep inside... or rather, carrot, singular, now.

Because Rinni had just yanked one out—wet, shiny, and pulsing with heat—and was now pressing it to Nyra’s soaked pussy lips. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Back in it goes~" Rinni sang, stuffing it in slowly as Nyra moaned like a broken flute.

Allen didn’t even turn.

He just chuckled. "Keep her plugged. She hasn’t earned a drop yet."

"You got it, Allen~" Rinni chirped from below, working the vegetable in deeper.

Back at his feet, Lady Rhelgar’s body trembled. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, sweat sliding down her exposed collarbones. The torn emerald dress hung awkwardly from her shoulders, now more of a symbol of her ruin than her status.

Allen tilted her chin again, looking down at her like she was just another tool waiting to be reshaped.

"You thought offering your maid to me would buy your freedom," he said calmly. "But now she’s being remade... and so are you."

Lady Rhelgar’s lips quivered.

"I... I hate you..."

Allen grinned.

"No, you ache for me."

And her body—burning, slick, and humiliated—proved him right.

The hum of humiliation still clung thick in the air. Lady Rhelgar was trembling at Allen’s feet, the kiss mark on her chest glowing like a brand. Behind her, her once-loyal maids were already cracking under Fina’s playful, merciless hands, and Rinni had stuffed Nyra full like a living vegetable basket.

But the real rot was still seated.

The remaining elders—Yoru, Jass, Fenlo, and Dael—were chuckling nervously, their brittle laughter echoing awkwardly off the marble walls. They shared uneasy glances before stepping forward with trembling tails and sickly sweet smiles.

"Quite the sight," Fenlo said, eyes flicking between the wreckage. "Serves the Rhelgar bitch right."

"Disgusting human trash," Jass added quickly, tail twitching. "Always treating us beastkin like animals. It’s about time someone gave them a taste of their own filth."

Dael gave a shallow bow. "Allen, my boy, I must say—brilliantly handled. The way you dominated her? Beautiful. Strategic. I always knew the Rhelgars were a plague on the alliance—"

"Pathetic, the lot of them," Yoru rumbled, stroking his beard with a smug sneer. "Always whispering behind our backs, calling us beasts while buying our women in secret. Hypocrites."

The four of them were practically licking his boots, their voices rising in chorus—each trying to out-simp the other in a sudden display of faux loyalty.

Allen didn’t even blink.

He slowly turned his gaze toward them—one brow raised, his mouth curling into the kind of smirk that said I know exactly what you’re doing, and I will end you anyway.

Then he spoke.

One line. Cold. Sharp. Deadly.

"I’ll explode your balls if you say anything else."

The laughter died instantly.

Fenlo’s ears twitched in panic. Dael’s mouth closed with a wet click. Jass took an instinctive step back. Even old-ass Yoru stiffened like someone just jammed a carrot up his ass.

A silence fell. Heavy. Awkward. Murderous.

Allen stepped forward slowly, each heel-click echoing with goddamn judgment.

"I’m not interested in your sudden change of heart," he said coolly, looking each of them dead in the eye. "You sold out your own kind to kiss human boots. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that just because you’re sucking my cock with words now."

His eyes narrowed.

"You were silent when they took your people. Silent when they forced beastkin girls into collars. Silent when Nyra handed over slaves like coins."

He paused at Yoru—who tried his best not to flinch.

"And now you want to act like I’m your hero?"

Allen’s voice dropped to a whisper, cruel and soft.

"Say one more word. And I’ll twist your nuts off with my bare hands and use them to decorate the throne I’m about to take from you."

No one said a thing.

Somewhere in the hall, Rinni giggled while gently twisting the carrot inside Nyra. Fina hummed as she slipped a maid’s dress down to her waist and dragged a claw across her chest. And Lady Rhelgar let out a soft whine, her thighs still twitching as she knelt like royalty gone rotten.

Allen stood at the center of it all—untouchable, unchallenged, and perfectly, dangerously still.

The silence that followed wasn’t just respect.

It was fear.