The atmosphere in a small village deep in the northern forests was tense.
The baron who controlled those lands had died just a few days ago, and his only heir was about to stand trial for his father's death.
On the outskirts of the baron's mansion, two guards entered a large wooden door leading to a large garden.
In their arms, they carried a masked and bloodied figure.
The guards stopped their steps, their gazes twitching at the sight of a woman sitting in front of a waterfall.
She had her eyes closed and a relaxed expression as she enjoyed the gentle melody of the birds.
Her beautiful golden hair fell in seductive locks over her voluptuous breasts, while her wide hips accentuated her mature figure under the pure white dress she wore.
The fabric was so thin that it was almost transparent against the sunlight.
Her slender legs were exposed as her delicate feet sank into the crystal-clear water of the stream.
Sensing their presence, the beauty opened her piercing blue eyes and her rosy lips curved into a soft smile.
"Here he is, my lady. The brat tried to escape through the forest, but he didn't get far," declared one of the guards, letting the young man's body fall to the ground.
The impact caused his mask to come off, revealing a face torn apart by hideous scars.
Struggling to raise his weak body and support himself on his knees, the young man finally turned his empty, lifeless eyes towards the woman.
"Did your father do this to you?" She crouched down in front of him, her soft hands running over the horrible scars on his face, her smile distorting with disgust.
"That old man was truly a sadistic bastard to waste time doing something like that to a bloody cripple, hahaha."
She laughed scornfully, her seductive gaze disappearing and, even upon that deadly handsome face, the young man felt his stomach twist.
He was Ethan Darkheart, son of Baron David Darkheart and the only living heir to his family, the one who was supposed to be the future of his generation.
Unfortunately, by the cruelty of fate, he was cursed never to be able to cultivate and was prevented from inheriting his father's lands.
As for that woman, she was Alice Darkheart, a powerful mage and an aunt so distant that they could no longer even be called blood relatives.
She arrived there a few days before David Darkheart left and, accompanied by 10 powerful knights, took control of the entire Darkheart barony in less than two days.
"You've seen things you shouldn't have seen and known secrets you shouldn't have known..." Alice stood up and turned her back on Ethan.
The young man's eyes fixed for a brief moment on her perfect, round ass, the soft flesh rippling gently with each step.
After a few steps, she stopped and turned her head, glancing at Ethan over her shoulder.
The young man merely grunted in response, looking away.
"You're going to die because of this..." Alice smiled.
"But not yet, I have some uses for you." She concluded before ordering: "Take him away, make sure he doesn't escape this time."
"As you wish, my lady," stammered one of the guards.
Ethan didn't say or do anything, just standing there as he waited patiently for the guards to once again carry him to his prison.
Or at least that's how it was, until the guard on his left crouched down to pick up his iron mask and brought it up to his face, bringing his hands close to the young man's jaw.
'It's now or never! '
Ethan screamed in his mind and, in a burst of vitality, planted his feet on the ground and threw his body forward while opening his mouth and driving his teeth into the guard's wrist, who let out a miserable scream followed by a splash of hot blood.
"YOU BASTARD!!!" The guard screamed with a mixture of hatred and pain as he brought his free hand up to his waist in search of his axe, but all he found was the empty sheath.
In the next second, his throat was crushed by the blade of his own axe.
The guard choked on his own blood, his face full of disbelief as he died.
"BROTHER? NO!!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!" The guard on Ethan's right shouted, his voice shaking with rage.
However, before he could even move, the axe wielded by Ethan broke through his skull with a wet crack.
Ethan grunted coldly as he stepped on the guard's chest and used what little strength remained in his body to remove the axe stuck in his head.
Then the young man's gaze fell on Alice, her full, red lips curving into a carefree, almost amused smile.
Ethan gritted his teeth before dashing towards the woman in a clumsy, almost desperate run, his weak muscles protesting with every step.
"That's... quite impressive." Alice raised her left hand in the air and, as if it were nothing, parried the axe with her bare hands, not even a scratch marking her porcelain skin.
Her dress fluttered with the impact and her huge, heavy breasts jiggled violently, almost jumping out of her cleavage.
"A cripple who can imbue his body with mana..." Alice closed her grip on the blade even tighter and a metallic clang resounded through the garden as the blade shattered into thousands of pieces.
"It's interesting, very interesting..." Alice spoke, and Ethan couldn't even react when she wrapped her slender, delicate fingers around his neck.
Alice was 1.70 meters tall, much shorter than Ethan, but she still managed to lift him into the air with ease, her fingers squeezing his throat as if it were made of paper.
Ethan finally reacted when the woman's grip on his neck became more powerful, an energy flowing from her hands and into the young man's body.
"Fufufu~" Alice let a sweet, sensual laugh escape her pink lips. "So you can't store mana, but you can still circulate and use the mana around you... it's a unique feat."
Despite these words, Alice's voice didn't show a hint of surprise as, little by little, the young man lost consciousness, his vision darkening at the edges.
"M-make sure..." Ethan opened his mouth and spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse from the tightness in his throat.
"Hm?" Alice exhaled and her grip on Ethan's neck weakened, letting the young man speak.
Finally free of Alice's grip, Ethan declared in a roar that came from the depths of his soul:
"MAKE SURE I DIE ONCE AND FOR ALL! BECAUSE IF I SURVIVE... I GUARANTEE THAT I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU! YOUR ARMIES, YOUR POWER, YOUR DOMAINS, YOUR PLANS AND EVERYTHING THAT RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO ME!"
For the first time in his life, Ethan lost control of his feelings and screamed from the depths of his lungs.
In one last act, he let desire take over his mind and brought his hands to Alice's dress. "EVERYTHING, INCLUDING THE PURITY YOU CHERISH SO MUCH, EVERYTHING WILL BE MINE!"
Ethan then used all his strength to pull down the woman's dress, which tore.
"Mmm~?" Alice let a confused moan escape her lips and her eyes widened as her huge breasts bounced, swaying uncontrollably against the cool air.
Ethan used his left hand to grab one of Alice's fluffy, pink nipples and his right hand to grope the other breast, too big to even come close to fitting in his hands, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, which overflowed between them.
"YOU PERVERTED BASTARD!" Alice finally reacted, and a powerful surge of mana threw Ethan's body backwards, launching him through the air like a rag doll.
"I WILL BURN YOU ALIVE AND MAKE YOUR SOUL SUFFER FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY!!!"
The woman roared, her voice mixing hatred and disgust as a flaming mana formed around her body.
With this agitation, Alice's dress finally finished slipping down her wide hips, fully revealing her perfect skin and immaculate seductive body.
Heedless of her own nakedness, she let the sea of flames fall over Ethan, the air crackling with the power of her magic.
'It was worth it...' Ethan's gaze swept over the woman's body, from her huge breasts and swollen, puffy nipples to her pussy, plump lips closing over the pink interior with a soft, pale mound, without even a single hair.
He didn't know why Alice wore nothing under her dress, but he was glad she had given him such a beautiful sight before her death.
At the last second, Ethan closed his eyes.
Memories of his life ran endlessly through his mind and, for some reason, catching a brief glimpse of that woman was the only pleasurable memory he could find.
The last thing Ethan could feel was the searing heat as his skin combusted.
It was a slow, excruciating death, but he didn't scream at any point.