Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 801 - 501: Dangerous Person_2

Chapter 801: Chapter 501: Dangerous Person_2

"As you wish."

Xu Yuan gently tapped his arm with the tips of his fingers crossed in front of his chest:

"It seems you no longer care about dignity."

O’Reilly placed her hand on the ground and slowly stood up, her words casual:

"The so-called punishments, regardless of the variety of methods, ultimately boil down to two types: physical pain and mental humiliation.

"The former, I can endure. As for the latter, I do not think you can find a way to humiliate me."

Xu Yuan paused for a moment, then suddenly called out softly:

"Sikou."

As his words fell, the corridor’s firelight flickered momentarily, and the gaunt figure shrouded in a black robe already appeared at the doorway.

The figure’s back to the light, the darkness beneath the robe dispersing like eternal night.

Xu Yuan stood up and walked outside, speaking as he walked:

"You must have heard this woman’s words; she is temporarily in your hands. As long as she doesn’t die, everything else is up to you."

As he said this, Xu Yuan’s footsteps halted suddenly at the doorway, and he turned his head to glance at the golden-haired princess inside the room, smiling softly:

"You talk tough, but I hope your body is as resilient as your mouth, O’Reilly."

With that, Xu Yuan’s figure vanished,

leaving only the elf-like pure and extraordinarily beautiful woman in the cell, and the shadow that gradually spread over the entire cell with the swaying firelight...

...

...

...

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

"Tick-tock..."

When Xu Yuan came back to the prison cell where O’Reilly was held, he found that the originally dark and cramped cell had become pitch black.

The corridor’s firelight couldn’t penetrate; only the gentle sound of dripping water could be heard.

Is this Dao Domain?

No, this must be Qing’s spellcraft.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Yuan turned off his Spiritual Vision and stepped inside.

"Pat."

A faint sound came from beneath his feet; Xu Yuan looked down and slightly furrowed his brows.

The originally somewhat dry ground was now covered with a layer of thick and bright red blood.

Not thick, about an inch.

Is this O’Reilly’s blood? But even if a person bled dry, it wouldn’t accumulate so much...

Inhaling the nauseatingly thick smell of blood in the air, Xu Yuan gently shook his head.

He was falling into habitual thinking.

For a cultivator’s vitality, the ten greatest tortures of the past life could only be considered appetizers, not to mention that O’Reilly seemed to have a special healing magic circle.

The prison had not become more spacious due to the darkness, and after Xu Yuan took four or five steps forward, a holy white glow appeared in his line of sight.

The glow, shaped like a person, was suspended by seven or eight chains in mid-air, with bright red blood flowing from within and dripping down the iron chains.

"...."

Just as Xu Yuan pondered whether this halo of light was O’Reilly, a soft and charming voice came from beside him:

"It’s only been a day, why have you come already?"

It was Qing.

Xu Yuan glanced over and replied:

"Just checking in."

"Heh."

With a light laugh, the darkness quickly receded from the prison, and with the loss of darkness, the halo of light suspended by chains filled the room as if it were daylight.

Qing’s body remained cloaked in the black robe, her gaze surveying the glowing figure in front of her, slender hands that were skin and bones calmly wiping the blood with a cloth.

It was evident that a round of torture had just ended.

Qing slowly turned her body, her soft and enticing voice carrying a hint of regret and excitement:

"I’ve only applied nine tortures. The medicine Lou Ji previously prepared wasn’t even used; you should have come later."

Xu Yuan ignored the complaint, stepped forward slowly, examining the person-shaped "object" enveloped in holy light:

"How is she?"

Qing seemed to lick her lips under the black robe:

"She’s unconscious now, but this woman is quite good, very easy to handle—this orb of light rapidly heals all her wounds."

Xu Yuan shook his head:

"I meant her reactions."

Qing sighed softly:

"Very dull, she clenched her teeth the whole time and didn’t moan once."

"Is that so?"

Xu Yuan murmured softly, "I see, you can leave now."

Qing stood still.

"What is it?"

"I still had over a hundred types of punishment I wanted to use."

"This is my father’s will."

"...."

In the silence, Qing turned away quietly.

As she left, it seemed that some kind of drainage system had kicked in within the dungeon.

Moments later, the thick layer of accumulated blood on the ground had been drained and evaporated.

After several moments, the holy light in front faded, eventually revealing the seductively curved ketone body within.

The ceremonial dress was gone.

Eyes and brows like clear pools, she looked like the Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale.

Slim waist, ample hips, long straight legs; everything was akin to a miraculously crafted creation.

Silently circulating his Cultivation Technique, Xu Yuan quietly waited for the other to awaken.

Moments passed, and the woman’s dense golden eyelashes trembled; her beautiful eyes slowly opened, her flat gaze landing on the man before her.

Moments of silence,

"Splash."

Eight chains binding her shattered out of nowhere, her delicate feet touched the ground, and O’Reilly’s azure eyes looked around, without any concern for her nakedness, her red lips slightly parted:

"Is it over?"

"For now," Xu Yuan answered.

O’Reilly turned her gaze, sizing up Xu Yuan with a hint of sharpness:

"The physical pain is temporarily over, so are you now going to start making me feel humiliated?"

"That is the thought."

"Then bring it on."

O’Reilly stretched out her hands, her pale fullness trembling slightly, her crisp voice carrying a teasing laugh:

"Do you want me to cooperate with you, or should I resist more fiercely?"

Xu Yuan stood still, the golden shine in his blood-red eyes flickering:

"If I did that, I think you would actually find it quite thrilling."

O’Reilly blinked, a smile lifting on her elf-like innocent face, sincere and clear:

"Indeed, I have never opposed mating with the strong, although my preferred partner would be your brother. However, since you managed to scheme against me, you are reluctantly qualified."

"But since you’ve said this, it likely won’t go as I desire.

"So, who are you planning to send, a jailor, a thug, or maybe a foul-smelling beggar, or perhaps..."

Here, O’Reilly tilted her head, her flat gaze staring straight into Xu Yuan’s eyes, with a smile:

"...a magical beast?"

"..." Xu Yuan.

"..." Lou Ji.

"..." Qing.

Silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Xu Yuan stared at the woman before him, as pristine as a Saintess, took a deep breath, and chuckled lightly:

"Heh... it seems I still underestimated the situation, but do you Xi’en nobles not possess propriety, righteousness, or shame?"

"The intricate courtesies of Xi’en are by no means less than those of your Imperial."

O’Reilly casually leaned against the stone wall behind her, smiling slightly: "It’s just that I don’t care."

Speaking, she lifted a slender index finger across her flat belly, with a hint of regret:

"It’s a pity, though, that if this went ahead, and if I could escape, I would no longer be able to use my virginity to deal with those high nobles or win people’s hearts."

Xu Yuan stroked his chin, pondered silently for a moment, then suddenly smiled at O’Reilly:

"I think I know how to make you submit."

"What?"

O’Reilly blinked and crossed her arms, with a hint of anticipation: "I’m looking forward to it."

Xu Yuan, hearing this, said nothing and turned to walk out of the dungeon.

O’Reilly, watching his actions, giggled melodically:

"What are you doing?"

The voice came from behind, causing Xu Yuan to pause slightly:

"Since interrogation is useless on you, I guess I’ll give up."

Saying this, Xu Yuan half-turned his head, his eyes hidden in the shadows cast by the faint firelight outside:

"O’Reilly, you have made me more acutely aware of just how dangerous a person you are.

"So I’ve changed my mind,

"Rather than those pieces of information about the Xi’en Empire, now, I rather keep you locked up here for life."

"......"

O’Reilly’s eyebrows slightly raised.

Xu Yuan cracked a slight smile, pointing at the four black rods on the ground:

"Oh, by the way, the Geometry Institute has already started working overnight on the Magic Restriction Art based on the information I provided and Xiulun’s body. Soon you might not be able to break free from these shackles as easily as now.

"And to show you my respect, I will move you from this Qing-class prison to a Heaven-class one."

With that, Xu Yuan slowly bowed, performing a perfect Knight’s salute to the woman in the cell, as Xiulun once did:

"May we never meet again in this life, Princess of the Empire."