Reincarnated With the Seduction System

Chapter 290: Punishment Part 2 (R-18)

Isabella, her platinum locks trailing along the water's surface, let out a soft hum of amusement. "We won, so let's enjoy our well-earned rest."

She stretched lazily, the movement drawing a few glances before she added, "And maybe, just maybe, tease Adrian a little when we're done."

Seraphina, who had been quietly tending to the little girl, glanced up at that, her blue eyes filled with mild wariness. "You sound like you're plotting something."

Isabella merely smiled, though she didn't confirm nor deny the accusation.

As the conversation flowed, they took their time washing away the remnants of battle, the tension in their muscles gradually easing.

The warm water worked its magic, and laughter echoed softly within the chamber as they shared lighthearted stories.

Eventually, once thoroughly cleansed, they stepped out, slipping into soft robes embroidered with the Everhart crest. The manor's attendants, ever efficient, had already prepared fresh clothes for each of them.

Chris tugged at the sash of her robe. "I swear, after that fight, this is the most comfortable thing I've ever worn."

Sophia, already dressed in a sleek yet elegant outfit suited for dinner, nodded in agreement. "A good meal will complete the recovery."

Eve, dressed in dark, close-fitting attire, glanced at Isabella, who had taken a little extra time to dry her silver-blonde hair. "You coming, or are you plotting in here?"

Isabella chuckled, her eyes twinkling with something unreadable. "Oh, I'm coming. Wouldn't miss dinner for anything."

The grand dining hall of Everhart Manor was as opulent as the rest of the estate, a long polished table stretching beneath a ceiling of ornate chandeliers. Candles flickered in their holders, casting golden light over the array of elegantly plated dishes.

Adrian arrived shortly after the women, dressed in his usual regal yet practical attire. He slid into his seat, his gaze sweeping over the table and those gathered around it.

Chris, already biting into a piece of roasted meat, grinned. "Finally, real food."

Eve, cutting into her own portion, smirked. "Compared to what? Rations?"

"Exactly."

The atmosphere was warm, comfortable, filled with the sounds of clinking silverware and the occasional burst of laughter. Despite the earlier battle, everyone was in high spirits, their shared victory a silent bond between them.

Adrian took a sip of his wine, his thoughts still lingering on the cultists locked away in the dungeon.

He had plans for them, but for now, he allowed himself to focus on the present. The sight of his companions at ease, enjoying themselves, was enough to soothe his battle-honed mind—at least for a little while.

But then, a strange sensation crept over him.

His limbs grew sluggish. His thoughts hazy.

From across the table, Chris blinked sluggishly. "Anyone else... feel weird?"

Sophia, mid-reach for her drink, swayed slightly, her expression shifting from confusion to alarm. "What the—"

One by one, they slumped over, their bodies succumbing to the creeping drowsiness. Even Adrian, with all his training and resilience, could feel the unnatural weight pulling him under. He tried to move, tried to fight it, but his muscles refused to respond.

The last thing he saw before his vision faded was Isabella, standing at the head of the table, watching with a serene smile.

Then, darkness.

Adrian’s breath caught sharply as his vision cleared, the dim candlelight revealing the scene in agonizing detail.

Seraphina knelt on the plush bed, her body bound in intricate silk ropes that coiled around her wrists, pulling them taut behind her back.

The restraints forced her chest forward, her breasts lifted and exposed, the pink peaks stiff from both the cool air and Isabella’s relentless teasing.

Her thighs were spread just enough to reveal the glistening evidence of her arousal, her muscles trembling faintly from the strain of holding position.

And behind her—Isabella.

Taller, commanding, her naked body pressed flush against Seraphina’s back, her platinum hair spilling like liquid silver over the bound woman’s shoulder.

One of Isabella’s hands splayed possessively across Seraphina’s stomach, fingertips dipping just beneath the waistline of the ropes, teasing the sensitive skin there.

The other hand roamed higher, cupping Seraphina’s breast with deliberate leisure, thumb circling her nipple in slow, torturous revolutions—pinching just hard enough to make her gasp, then soothing with a soft, mocking stroke.

"You’re trembling," Isabella murmured against her ear, her breath hot. "Is it the ropes? Or is it me?"

Seraphina’s lips parted, but before she could answer, Isabella’s fingers slid lower, tracing the defined curve of her ribs, the dip of her waist, then further—dipping between her thighs with knowing precision.

"Ah—!" Seraphina’s back arched as Isabella’s fingers found her slick folds, stroking just once, twice, gathering the wetness there before retreating—taunting her with the barest contact.

Isabella chuckled, low and throaty, as she brought her glistening fingers to Seraphina’s lips, smearing them across her mouth. She then tilted Seraphina's head backward.

"Look at you. So eager, even when you pretend not to be. Let me reward you, open your mouth Sera."

Seraphina obliged parting her mouth

Then—Adrian saw it.

Isabella’s lips parted, her tongue rolling forward as a thick, viscous strand of his own seed spilled from her mouth, dangling precariously before dripping onto Seraphina’s waiting tongue.

Seraphina shuddered, her breath hitching, her blue eyes fluttering shut for a fleeting second—caught between resistance and the undeniable pull of submission.

A soft, whimpering sound escaped her as Isabella tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to swallow.

"Good girl," Isabella purred, watching the way Seraphina’s throat worked, the faint tremor in her body as she obeyed.

Adrian’s jaw clenched, his muscles straining against the enchanted restraints—his body reacting despite himself, heat coiling low in his gut as he watched.

Isabella’s gaze flicked to him, her smirk deepening.

"Awake at last, my foolish son." she mused.

Her smirk deepened as she took in the expression he was making, but she didn’t move toward him. Instead, she dragged her nails down Seraphina’s torso in one slow, merciless stroke, making the bound woman shiver violently.

Her fingers traced the dip of Seraphina’s waist before rising again to cup both breasts possessively, kneading them with slow, almost lazy devotion—squeezing just hard enough to make Seraphina’s breath hitch, her nipples pebbling tighter under Isabella’s touch.

"Does it torment you, Adrian?" Isabella murmured, her lips brushing Seraphina’s ear as she spoke, though her eyes remained locked on him—golden and gleaming with cruel amusement. "Watching me touch what you can’t? Hearing every little sound she makes for me?"

She punctuated her words by rolling Seraphina’s nipples between her fingers, pinching just shy of pain, drawing a sharp gasp from the bound woman.

Then, without warning, Isabella bent her head, her tongue tracing the shell of Seraphina’s ear before sinking her teeth into the tender junction of her neck—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make Seraphina jerk against the ropes with a startled moan.

"Ah—! Big Sis—!" Seraphina’s voice was breathless, strained, her body arching into the touch even as she tried to resist.

"She’s so responsive, won't you say ,my dear son who brings home a little child that's not with me, but with others." Isabella mused. 

Then she turned her attention back to Seraphina, "didn't I tell you to not utter a single sound Sera?", Isbaella questioned Seraphina while licking the bite mark slowly, savoring the way Seraphina trembled.

Without waiting for a reply from Seraphina, her hand slid between Seraphina’s thighs again, fingers working in slow, taunting circles—just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy.

Seraphina’s hips twitched, her thighs quivering as Isabella dragged a single fingertip up her slit, collecting the wetness there before withdrawing with deliberate cruelty.

Adrian’s jaw clenched, his muscles straining against the enchanted restraints, his cock throbbing with frustrated, furious need as he watched, helpless, while Isabella played Seraphina’s body like an instrument—tuned to her whim alone.