Chapter 69: Feeding Winnie Milk in Front of Paul
“Isn’t that Miss Winnie?” Lodis’s voice jolted Paul out of his meditation.
His heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name.
He followed Lodis’s gaze and saw Kailun teasing Winnie with a piece of stale bread.
She looked like a begging dog, her eyes pleading for sustenance.
“Stop it! You monster! What are you doing to her!” He charged forward, his anger boiling over.
If not for Lodis restraining him, he would have launched a flying kick.
His previous “encounter” with Kailun had revealed his third-tier strength. Paul was confident he could win in a fight.
“Do I need your permission to feed my fiancée?” Kailun’s voice was cold.
He sat on a boulder, Winnie kneeling between his legs, her gaze fixed on the bread, her mouth watering.
He had discovered that Winnie’s spirit wasn’t as strong as he had initially thought. After last night’s humiliation, her despair had deepened, making her more susceptible to his manipulations.
Before, she would have starved rather than accept food from him.
But now, a simple piece of bread could elicit such a pathetic response. Her hatred, however, remained undiminished.
If not for the anti-magic collar suppressing her magic, she would have resorted to more desperate measures.
Winnie felt a surge of shame as she met Paul’s gaze, but the gnawing hunger quickly overshadowed it.
If she had a tail, she would have wagged it.
The candy he had given her earlier, enhancing her senses, amplified her hunger.
“Fiancée?” Paul’s heart sank. Was this wedding for Winnie?
He examined her beautiful black dress, his suspicions growing.
Even though he had already considered the possibility of her becoming Kailun’s, witnessing it firsthand was unbearable.
She was his childhood friend, the girl he loved.
“Is this your wedding with Winnie?” he asked, clutching his chest, his heart threatening to explode.
“What do you think?” Kailun countered.
His answer confirmed Paul’s worst fears. “But even so, you can’t treat her like this! Only I can do that to her!”
“No, that’s not what I meant! I meant… what you’re doing is monstrous!” His thoughts were a jumbled mess, torn between anger and jealousy.
“I’m merely engaging in a bit of playful intimacy with my fiancée. Isn’t it rather presumptuous of you, an outsider, to interfere? Don’t you agree, my dear Winnie?”
He held the bread to her lips. Driven by instinct, she opened her mouth and bit down, crumbs scattering across the ground.
It was a pitiful sight. The once proud noble lady reduced to begging for scraps.
Look how he’s starving the poor girl! Heartless monster! He’ll surely rot in hell!
Oh, right. He was the one starving her.
Kailun, having recently crawled out of hell, wasn’t concerned.
“Stop it, you anim…” Paul’s insult died in his throat as Roden’s cold gaze fell upon him.
Even with Harry by his side, he felt a surge of fear.
Kailun stroked Winnie’s cheek gently. “Is it good?”
“Mmm…” She couldn’t answer, her focus consumed by the act of swallowing.
Tears streamed down her face, staining Kailun’s pants. Her pride was in tatters.
“Eating bread alone can be dry. Let’s add some milk.”
He retrieved a bottle of milk and uncorked it. Winnie expected him to hand it to her, but instead, he took a large gulp himself.
He pointed at his lips, his eyes meeting hers.
Understanding dawned upon her. He wanted her to kiss him, to take it from him, with Paul watching.
Tears flowed freely as she cupped his face in her hands and, driven by desperation, closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his.
“No! Don’t do it!” Paul cried out, lunging forward, but Harry held him back.
“Gulp, gulp!”
Kailun transferred the milk into her mouth, his movements rough and forceful. She choked, spluttering.
“Cough, cough…” Milk dribbled down her chin, staining her dress.
“Why… why are you doing this to me? Why are you betraying me, Winnie?” Paul collapsed to the ground, his spirit broken.
The scene before him mirrored his own experience the previous night.
He was on the verge of a complete breakdown.
Just as Kailun was about to take things further, Harry knelt beside Paul and embraced him, his voice soft and comforting. “Don’t despair, my boy. Women are but fleeting distractions. You have people who care about you. You haven’t lost everything. Look ahead. The future is bright.”
Paul: “…Mmm…”
Kailun: “？？?”
Seriously? That worked?
He was stunned. Just how twisted were these nobles?
And that Harry! Taking advantage of Paul’s vulnerability? The audacity!
Kailun felt a twinge of disappointment. His plan had almost succeeded. He hugged Winnie tighter, afraid of being influenced by their depravity.
He wasn’t the most deviant one after all. The nobility was a breeding ground for perversion.
He slipped Winnie a piece of the antidote when no one was looking. Otherwise, she might start gnawing on his pants.
As her hunger subsided, she realized what she had done. Her already fragile self-esteem plummeted even further, her favorability towards Kailun dropping to -95.
She turned and saw Paul nestled in the old man’s arms. She almost vomited.
“Don’t you dare throw up on me! You’ll lick it up and swallow it!” Kailun warned.
“Mmm…” She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
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