The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1219 - 188 - The Perverted Witch (2)

I released the vines with a snap of my fingers. The moment they loosened their grip, her body had nothing holding it anymore. Gravity did the rest.

She fell.

Not gracefully, I mean, there was no elegance left in her state... but hard enough to make the floor shudder faintly beneath her. The vines slid free from her body as they withdrew, and the juices spilled out of her pussy where they had been clogging her up moments ago. Her ass was still left open, exposed, her body slow to catch up with the fact that she was finally free.

For a brief second, she just stayed there, breathing heavily, her limbs slack and trembling.

Then she lifted her head.

Her eyes locked onto me.

"Aaaahhhh! M-Master! You’re here! I’ve missed you so, so muchhhhhh!"

The way she said it with her being breathless, desperate, and almost childish, made it painfully obvious how starved she’d been for attention. It was like watching a dog spot its owner after being left alone for too long. The instant she recognized me, her expression completely changed.

Her eyes lit up, glowing with an almost unnatural brightness. Heart shapes practically formed in them as her lips parted in a wide, unrestrained smile. Before I could even say anything, she was already moving.

She dropped to all fours and crawled toward me, fast and clumsy, like her body was acting before her brain could catch up. The floor didn’t matter. Her dignity definitely didn’t matter.

She reached me and wrapped her arms tightly around my knees, pressing her face against me as if she was afraid I might disappear again. Then she started humping against my leg.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Like an excited dog that had zero shame and even less self-control.

"You’re quite energetic, aren’t you?" I said, my tone light, a small smile forming despite myself.

Honestly, it was hard not to be amused.

I knelt down in front of her, bringing myself closer to her level, and reached out to ruffle her hair. My fingers slid through it slowly, deliberately, the motion calm and familiar.

The reaction was immediate.

She let out a soft sound and practically melted, her body responding as if that simple touch was enough to send her over the edge. Then, without being told, she shifted positions.

She lay back on the floor and spread herself into a missionary position, her legs parting eagerly, her posture tense with anticipation. Her eyes stayed locked on me the entire time, full of expectation.

She didn’t say anything.

She didn’t need to.

She was desperate.

Really desperate.

And, to be fair, I couldn’t blame her. I had left her alone for a long time. Long enough that the neglect had clearly built up into something restless and needy.

I definitely forgot about her for quite a while.

"Before all of that," I said, raising a hand slightly to stop her before she could get any ideas. "Dorothea, I want to ask you something."

Her body stiffened, just a little.

"W-What is it?"

"You know everything that’s been going on in the Entertainment District, don’t you?" I asked. "I want all the records. Every last detail. Can you do that for me?"

The Entertainment District wasn’t just a place for indulgence. It was a crossroads. A mess of hidden deals, whispered secrets, and connections that ran far deeper than most people realized.

Public officials went there.

Nobles went there.

People who absolutely shouldn’t be associated with that kind of place went there anyway.

If someone with a clean reputation were exposed as being deeply involved, it would be more than scandalous. It would be devastating.

Take the archbishop, for example.

The current archbishop wasn’t just a religious figure. He was one of the administrators. The highest authority within the church, no less. A man people trusted without question.

And believe it or not, he was over a hundred years old.

Yet no matter how much I searched, no matter how many resources I poured into it, nothing surfaced.

It was like his past had been erased before it could even exist.

Even the historical texts were useless. Digging through them felt like wandering through a labyrinth with no map, every path looping back on itself.

I had an entire team dedicated to information gathering, and still nothing.

Which meant whatever secret he was hiding wasn’t just buried. It was protected. Carefully, deliberately hidden from the very beginning.

Something like that doesn’t stay hidden by accident.

"W-Well... if you say so, I’ll do it," Dorothea said, nodding quickly. "I’ll find everything for you!"

"Good," I replied simply. "You’ll be rewarded for it."

That was all it took.

The vines appeared again without warning, coiling around her body as if they’d been waiting their turn. They slid along her skin, wrapping her limbs and lifting her effortlessly into the air.

She let out a sound—half surprise, half excitement—as she was carried over and placed onto a sofa.

The vines bound her arms behind her back, pulling them together firmly. More vines wrapped around her legs, bending them and tying her ankles and thighs together into a frog-tie position.

She couldn’t move.

Not even a little.

"Oh, Master..." she breathed. "This feels like something really good. That’s right—this degrading position is perfect punishment for a horny bitch like me. It’s incredible!"

Her voice was thick, shameless, and completely sincere.

"Well," I said calmly, "this wouldn’t be much of a punishment if you’re still enjoying it, right?"

"Y-You’re right!" she said quickly. "Please—blindfold me so I won’t be able to see your awesome and magnificent cock!"

The request was so earnest it was almost funny.

I didn’t comment. I just took a dark blindfold and wrapped it around her eyes, making sure it completely blocked her vision.

Now, she couldn’t see anything.

I took a moment to really look at her. Even restrained, even blindfolded, she was striking. Her body was well-shaped, built in a way that made it clear she was meant for sex.

Eternally horny, through and through.

I pulled my cock out of my pants, letting it swing forward until it landed gently against her face.

She froze for a second.

Then she inhaled deeply, taking a slow, drawn-out sniff.

"Aaahhhh~... Master’s scent..."

I placed my hands on the sides of her head and pushed myself into her mouth.

***

Dorothea’s POV

Ah... Master’s cock is in my mouth.

Just that alone makes my knees feel weak. My mouth is already full, my saliva pooling, and my pussy is twitching like it knows what’s coming.

I want him inside me already, but being used like this—being made to pleasure him while he controls everything—feels unbelievably good.

My brain feels like it’s drowning in pleasure, overloaded, fuzzy, and warm.

He keeps pushing deeper, ramming his cock into the back of my throat. Normally, this would hurt. Normally, I’d be gagging and struggling.

But when Master does it, none of that matters.

Not being able to see him only makes it worse—in the best way possible.

Every sensation feels sharper.

He really knows how to show me worlds I never even knew existed.