Sabrina's meishu is divided into four levels.
The Beginner-Level Meishu
This is achieved by showcasing feminine charm through posture, expression, speech, clothing, and body movements. It relies purely on natural allure to capture men's attention.
Certain fragrances can enhance the effect, making the woman appear more mysterious and enticing. These scents are harmless but can distract men, stirring their thoughts and fixating them on desires. When they look upon the woman again, they grow even more captivated, unable to control themselves.
This level of meishu causes almost no harm—aside from leaving men utterly enthralled, their minds consumed by lust. Beyond that, it has little consequence.
This is the meishu Sabrina has practiced and employed at all times. With just this, she has remained invincible, triumphing in every encounter. Even among many beauties, she stands out, dominating effortlessly.
The Intermediate-Level Meishu
At this stage, meishu incorporates certain Pupil Arts and more potent fragrances.
These scents make the afflicted develop an intense fondness for the woman, growing addicted to her appearance. The Pupil Arts induce a dazed state—victims believe they are conscious yet cannot resist the caster. They pursue her willingly, even to irrational extremes.
Hakan's meishu belongs to this tier.
This meishu is highly effective, never failing, and inflicts minimal harm on the caster. The target hardly notices anything amiss, attributing their obsession to, "This woman is enchanting," or "She is unlike any other."
The Advanced-Level Meishu
This includes Pupil Arts, illusions, and high-dose drugs.
Men ensnared by advanced meishu become utterly obedient, consumed by an irrational obsession to possess the woman. They follow her commands without question, no matter how absurd.
However, this tier of Pupil Arts inflicts mental trauma, requiring a long recovery. If used repeatedly on the same target, their psyche may fracture, leading to instability.
For the caster, prolonged use brings backlash—mental exhaustion and lethargy. Without restraint, the consequences are severe.
The Supreme-Level Meishu
It is… extraordinary.
Men become puppets, devoid of self-awareness, obeying without question.
Sabrina has never used this meishu, for it is truly unnecessary.
Now, she has concluded that beginner-level meishu no longer works on Fyren.
He seems indifferent to her beauty.
Though perplexing, Sabrina refuses to relent.
If the beginner level fails, she will try the intermediate.
Last time when I was with Fyren, he kept avoiding my gaze.
Today, I'll deal with him properly!
Fyren turned his back to Sabrina, pretending to examine his collection in the display cabinet while maintaining an air of nonchalance.
In truth, he feared Sabrina's meishu - terrified of falling into her trap again.
That time at the hotel... Just one look and I grew dizzy. My thoughts ran wild, barely able to control my desire for her.
Now she stays behind, probably planning to work her magic like she did with Hakan - make me her devoted puppet.
Fortunately, fate chose me. I know your game.
"You don't need to say anything, Sabrina," Fyren said boredly. "What Fyren wants to do, no one can stop. What Fyren doesn't want to do, no one can force."
Noticing the excessive distance between them, Sabrina approached with a smile. Her slender arm naturally reached to rest on Fyren's, her voice sweetly coquettish:
"Fyren, I just—"
Fyren immediately turned around holding a bottle, carefully avoiding Sabrina's eyes - not even looking at her face. "Beautiful girl, help me with this."
"Oh, okay."
Pulling his arm free, Fyren walked away. When Sabrina moved to follow, he said, "Wait here for me."
"Oh, okay."
Fyren returned to his desk, retrieved a cigar box from the drawer, and busied himself with the cutter.
Sabrina felt slight irritation.
What's this?
Now I'm your maid? Fetching things and waiting on command?
Something was clearly wrong. Fyren remained constantly guarded.
He pulls away when I approach. Never faces me directly. Positions himself so we can't make eye contact.
Does he know about my Pupil Arts?!
He's deliberately avoiding my gaze!
With practiced grace, Sabrina toyed with the object in her hand before gliding closer. "Fyren, why stay so far? Do I scare you?"
Colorful Joy-Flower Pupil!
Become my servant in an instant!
Just one look is all I need!
But as she neared, Fyren somehow produced sunglasses and put them on, smiling directly at her.
"Just say what you want, Sabrina."
Sabrina averted her eyes, inwardly cursing his cunning. The reflective lenses made using her Colorful Illusionary Flower Pupil impossible - it would only backfire.
Retracting her Pupil Arts, she smiled sweetly. "Fyren wears sunglasses indoors? How stylish."
With fluid elegance, she pivoted toward the desk area - then "accidentally" slipped into Fyren's arms.
"Oh! This floor is so slippery!"
Her alabaster arms encircled his neck as she purred, "Fyren, your muscles are so firm. You must work out often, hmm?"
The hand encircling Fyren's neck made a subtle movement behind his head. Delicate nails tapped lightly, releasing a faint spice fragrance into the air.
Drunken Concubine Rosemary.
It dispersed almost imperceptibly, easily mistaken for a woman's natural scent. Just a slight inhalation would make anyone believe they were unaffected!
Then he'll cling to me passionately, becoming putty in my hands - ripe for my Pupil Arts.
Sure enough, Fyren's large hand encircled Sabrina's waist, pulling her flush against him.
"Oh, Fyren!" Sabrina feigned shock and coyness. "You're terrible!"
Fyren's other hand began roaming freely. "Such remarkable beauty, Sabrina. That night at the hotel, I didn't get proper appreciation. Today I won't hold back."
"You bully!"
Sabrina felt utter disgust.
All men are vile creatures! I thought you were special, Fyren - not just another lustful fool who loses control at the sight of beauty!
Still, Fyren proved tricky. She'd play along for now - let him have his way temporarily. Once she had him under her spell, she'd make him pay.
Destroy his family. Leave him homeless. Make him suffer for his stupidity, lust, greed and shallowness!
Fyren grew increasingly carried away, barely speaking as his hands explored. Sabrina offered half-hearted protests and encouragement while maintaining her seductive pose. Secretly, she checked Fyren's pulse - no signs of the rosemary's effect.
Impossible! Is he immune to my spices too? He should be completely suggestible by now!
Though panicking internally, Sabrina's expression remained flawlessly coquettish, even appearing to enjoy Fyren's advances.
"This mirror is so inconvenient," she purred. "I want to see your handsome eyes properly."
She reached for his glasses, thinking: Even if I don't catch you, one look at my eyes will—
Suddenly Fyren grabbed the back of her head and kissed her forcefully. Their lips locked, the glasses trapped between them - impossible to remove mid-kiss.
The unexpected assault flustered Sabrina. Though versed in meishu, she'd never needed to go this far. Normally she'd have oral contingencies prepared, but she'd never willingly offered her mouth to anyone before - her usual methods always sufficed.
Secondly, keeping medicine hidden in the mouth was troublesome and uncomfortable. Moreover, the oral concoction required complex formulation - it needed to be harmless to women while only affecting men.
So today she was completely unprepared, her mouth perfectly safe.
Yet Fyren had taken it anyway.
The first kiss of the new generation's seduction master - stolen so roughly by him.
Sabrina wanted to cry.
To think that conquering Fyren - this seemingly simple rich second-generation heir, this sentimental fool who appeared far from clever - had actually cost her first kiss.
Now she had to play along, or all her previous efforts would be wasted. All the cheating, kissing, groping - all for nothing.
Gritting her teeth, Sabrina began cooperating passionately with the kiss.
The worst part? Fyren was truly vile!
While his mouth stayed occupied, his hands remained anything but idle.
Suppressing the urge to slap Fyren to death, Sabrina finally pushed him away, pouting:
"Fyren, you're bullying me again."
Fyren knew this woman's body was full of tricks. Who knew what schemes lurked where?
He didn't linger, merely smiling as he said, "Sabrina's kissing needs work. Clearly inexperienced. I'll help you improve."
"Hmph! You're horrible!"
Sabrina maintained her pout, finger pointed at her forehead, then swiftly snatched his sunglasses away.
The moment the glasses came off, Fyren immediately turned his head aside.
"Fyren! Why won't you look at me?"
Outwardly alluring, inwardly Sabrina was grinding her teeth.
If I don't claim you today, how will I face Master?
No sect leader in our history has ever been completely defeated like this! If Master finds out, the humiliation alone would make him break my legs!
She cupped Fyren's face in both hands, forcing his gaze.
Yet at that moment, Fyren simply closed his eyes, reclining like an old man in his chair.
"Fyren! Look at me! I did this makeup specially for you today!"
Instead, Fyren kept his eyes shut, lounging like an elderly gentleman as he coldly commanded:
"Unbuckle my belt and kneel down yourself."