Chapter 432: The Girl's Final Mission

Chu Tian noticed the strangeness of the girl beside him.

The buckle let out a faint, crisp sound.

The cold chain in his hand gave a slight tug, and the metallic clinking echoed sharply in the quiet study.

“What’s wrong?” His voice carried a hint of playful amusement.

“Touched by seeing so many people coming to rescue you?”

Su Nian lowered her head in humiliation.

But when she raised it again, all the struggle and confusion in her azure eyes had been replaced by a cold, desperate resolution.

She proposed her “compromise” plan to Chu Tian.

“Master.”

Her voice trembled with just the right amount of hesitation, as if yielding to the control of the collar against her will.

Chu Tian raised an eyebrow.

He paused his document-flipping and finally shifted his gaze from the magic scroll to her.

He looked at the young girl with great interest—at her beautiful face flushed with humiliation, at the submission and determination flickering in her eyes.

Su Nian suppressed the frantic beating of her heart and continued.

“I will tell them that I, as the Saintess, was already defeated in a duel with the Master, and according to the contract, I must obey you. I will also tell them… to stop wasting their efforts on me.”

She lowered her eyelids, her long lashes hiding the fire in her eyes.

“This way, we can avoid unnecessary sacrifices and completely cut off any thoughts of them disturbing the Horned Demon Master again.”

When her words fell, the study fell into silence once more.

After hearing her out, the smile on Chu Tian’s face grew even more meaningful.

His gaze slowly wandered over her body, as if admiring a flawless work of art.

As expected, she was deeply in love with him.

In order to prevent him from being disturbed by those people, to allow him to gather power faster and prepare for the coming Demon Race, she had even volunteered to personally put on a show of a “fallen saintess.”

Using this most brutal and decisive method to buy him peace, to “produce” the greatest Negative Emotion Value for him.

This love—heavy, twisted, yet burning with intensity—made him both pity her and feel an uncontrollable excitement.

Speaking of which…

According to the latest intercepted intelligence, the Demon Race’s next surprise attack was imminent.

Logically, he should be preparing for battle every waking moment.

But he also had his own selfish desires.

Before the final battle, he wanted… to marry the girl before him.

On the other side.

Su Nian was lost in thought.

The study was so quiet that she could hear the faint rustling of his fingertips against the ancient parchment as he flipped through scrolls.

She could even hear the heavy, oppressive beat of her own heart, wrapped in secrets and lies.

The plan she had proposed—a plan that sounded utterly submissive, utterly degenerate—had received the tacit approval of the Horned Demon Master.

She saw clearly the complex expression that flashed across Chu Tian’s face, that mixture of pity and excitement.

Su Nian lowered her eyes, her long golden lashes casting a faint shadow beneath them.

It seemed this big idiot thought she was doing all this for him.

A perfect trophy.

Let him misunderstand.

Let him think he had completely controlled this prize.

That way, he would let down his final guard.

Now only the last threshold remained.

That number, once distant and only dreamed of from afar—once she crossed it, she would become a god.

She could finally rid herself of this cold chain around her neck, rid herself of every mark this man had imprinted on her soul and body.

Soon, she wouldn’t have to stay here anymore, serving the Horned Demon Master…

The moment this thought surfaced, Su Nian’s breath unconsciously faltered for a split second.

For a moment, her mind couldn’t help but replay everything from the past.

Those images, deliberately suppressed and buried deep in the depths of memory, now broke free, surging up uncontrollably with searing heat and sharp sensation.

The Horned Demon Master pressing her hands against the cold wall.

His palm, calloused and strong, gripping her wrists with irresistible force, the place where their skin met radiating scorching heat.

She turned her head, feeling his hot breath spray against the skin of her neck, sending a series of fine shivers down her spine.

Then his lips covered hers—not a kiss, but a gnaw.

His teeth grazed the most sensitive artery, and she could clearly feel her own pulse beating wildly under his mouth, the sound deafening.

Humiliation, anger, and a hint of numbness she herself found terrifying.

At the highest point of the castle.

That black leather chain pulled taut, the cold metal buckle pressing against her throat, reminding her of her identity as property.

Her hands braced against the rough stone railing, her fingertips ice-cold.

The fierce night wind howled past the tower top, rustling her thin clothes and carrying his voice into her ears.

Living in a cage, awaiting the master’s arrival…

That absurd cage built with cold steel and sweet pink.

By day, she was the independent “lady” of the castle; by night, she was the pet in the cage.

She remembered curling up on the soft velvet cushion, but her hands clung tightly to the arm-thick metal bars.

She waited in the darkness, waiting for the heavy circular archway door to open, waiting for that steady footsteps to approach from afar.

Every time his figure appeared outside the cage, backlit like a descending deity, her heart, tense from imprisonment, would uncontrollably produce a trace of absurd… sense of security.

Su Nian’s body trembled violently.

A faint, suppressed whimper escaped from the depths of her throat.

Her cheeks burned instantly, the heat spreading to the roots of her ears.

What was she thinking?

Why was she reliving those humiliating moments?

Why did she feel this inexplicable, almost nostalgic emotion toward this man who imprisoned her, dominated her, and crushed her dignity?

Had she acted for so long that even her soul had begun to degenerate?

Su Nian bit her lower lip hard.

The sharp pain brought her consciousness back to clarity.

Don’t think about this anymore.

She raised her head, her gaze once again falling on the massive water-projection image in midair.

Lanuer Hongfeng’s longsword was still raised high.

The three-thousand elite “Saintess Rescue Corps” had already set out, and the roaring cheers still echoed in her ears.

Those people had come to save her.

And she was about to shatter their hopes with her own hands.

Of course, she could also say that the Horned Demon Master had manipulated her with some kind of control technique—making her, the Holy Lady, act against her will rather than willingly submit.

Besides, she wouldn’t be completely lying.

The only difference was that she had been captured and controlled by the Horned Demon Master much earlier.

Once she dealt with this “Saintess Rescue Corps” and completed this final task, she would be free.

All the humiliation, all the patience, all the disguise would come to an end.

She would become a god, remove all states of humiliation, and personally take off the collar.

Then, with absolute power, she would repay everything this man had brought her—a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

For the last stretch, let her play the part of… the fallen saintess who had completely submitted to her master.

Three days later.

Total Humiliation Value: 95 million.

The Saintess Rescue Corps had now arrived at the pass on the outskirts of the Castle District.