With the cold touch came, Lynn looked down and saw that a pair of pale, jade hands had, at some point, snapped a pair of cuffs around his neck.
Lynn's brain went offline for a few seconds.
Then another crisp sound followed.
He was shocked to discover that the woman had actually fastened the other end of the cuffs to her own wrist.
As he sat on the edge of the bed, still unable to react, he saw Ivyst reveal a brilliantly bright smile as if she had finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Now you can't escape."
She gently shook the icy, hefty chains, a faint blush appearing on her pale little face.
It was unclear whether it was from too much excitement or something else.
"Princess, what is this..."
Before Lynn could say anything more, he was interrupted again.
Ivyst seemed a bit displeased.
She gave the chain a sharp tug, and Lynn felt his body lurch forward, plunging into a soft and warm embrace, his face perfectly nestled into the woman's deep cleavage.
His nostrils filled instantly with the woman's rose-scented fragrance, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly, uncontrollably.
Lynn wanted to lift his head and break free from her embrace.
But to his horror, the woman's strength seemed even more outrageous than his own, enhanced by the Burning Flame Giant Dragon's Heart; it was almost as though she wanted to meld him into her body.
Lynn felt the bridge of his nose pressed sorely.
Although the position was quite salacious, in the Princess's heavy embrace, he felt not even a hint of desire.
Lynn instinctively tried to push Ivyst away, but as soon as his hands touched her willowy waist, he heard her moan.
However, the arms wrapped around him tightened even more.
What on earth happened between me and this girl before I lost my memory?!
Surely I haven't slept with her and then denied it?
Lynn was utterly bewildered.
He instinctively wanted to pick up Aphia, who had been sleeping on his legs until now, but she merely mewed softly before lightly hopping away.
Feeling utterly deserted in his current state, Lynn's face darkened.
It seems that today if I don't call out "Master," there won't be a good ending.
But I'm already Miss Witch's lackey, as the saying goes, "A dog can't serve two masters." How could I possibly betray her?
What's more, the future Miss Witch will have the memories of today.
Struggling to breathe, Lynn felt he was nearly smothered in Ivyst's fervent embrace, her heart pounding loudly in his ears.
Finally, Lynn whispered in a barely audible, mosquito-like voice, "...Sister."
Instantaneously, Ivyst felt an electrifying shock surge through her entire body.
Her already rapid heartbeat sped up even more, her breath turning sweet and fiery.
So cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute, so cute...
The next second, Lynn suddenly felt a release around his head and then his chin was gently propped up by her hand, prompting him to look up into her eyes.
Those bright, red eyes were now filled with a tender emotion and even a hint of mist beginning to gather.
No, when did I become human aphrodisiac?
Just as Lynn was about to make a sarcastic remark in his mind, he suddenly noticed Ivyst raising her other hand, the palm facing him.
A green Eye of the Soul mark slowly emerged there.
Ivyst seemed to be suppressing some emotion. She was clearly struggling to restrain the urge bubbling inside her, yet she didn't want to show her too frenzied side in front of Lynn.
At the sight of that vertical pupil mark, Lynn reflexively activated the Lie Swallowing technique.
Immediately, he felt his consciousness, as if his soul had left his body, seperate from his physical form, leaving him numb and sluggish.
Clearly, one shocking revelation after another left Lynn, who had already lost his memory, even more confused.
This woman hypnotized me?
But why do I still have my wits about me and can control my body to respond?
Various doubts crept into his mind.
Out of caution, Lynn did not reveal that he was actually not hypnotized, deciding to watch and wait.
Under his gaze, Ivyst, her lower body movement impaired, managed to lift him onto the bed with some difficulty, letting him lie beside her.
Then Lynn watched as the woman slowly straddled his waist, beginning to tear his clothes, not even sparing his pants and socks.
Soon, he was left stark naked on the soft bed.
Not even a single piece of fabric remained to cover him.
Feeling Ivyst's delicate yet chilly hands roam his body, Lynn suddenly became nervous.
Could it be time to become an adult?
For some reason, he started to feel a tinge of anticipation.
But the next second, Ivyst, her breathing rushed, scanned his body with her gaze and suddenly became angry.
She murmured while her hand lightly brushed across his shoulder and chest.
The bite marks that should have served as exclusive markers, and the rose insignia, had all disappeared without a trace.
They had been replaced by smooth, unmarred skin.