I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 133: The First Punishment for Linor

Han Dong City, Castle Hall.

Lynn caught the small, exquisite black leather shoe that she threw to her and weighed it in her hand.

Lynn looked at Linor's fair and delicate feet and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

Seeing Lynn's expression, Linor used her bound hands to cover her meager chest and asked fearfully, "You lowly human! What are you doing!?"

Lynn narrowed his eyes and walked step by step toward the vampire girl who was tied to the pillar.

"Huh?! Wait! Human trash! What, what are you going to do?!"

As Lynn drew closer and closer, his "malicious" smile growing more pronounced, Linor felt a sudden panic.

"Don't come any closer! You perverted human trash!!"

Her hands were cuffed, and she could only try to shrink back in vain. Unfortunately, the chains were of limited length, and her back soon pressed against the cold stone pillar.

"Intending to attack this prophet?"

"You've got some nerve, Princess Linor. It seems a little 'punishment' is needed to remind you who's in charge here."

Lynn's strange, wicked smile gave Linor a bad feeling. She tilted her head back, trying to appear intimidating.

"I'm warning you! I am the esteemed Grand Duke of the Vampire Clan!"

"You...you can't do those...those weird things to me!"

"That's blasphemy! It's a capital offense!"

"What kind of thing?" Lynn tilted his head deliberately and asked with an innocent look, but his steps did not stop.

"It's...it's..."

"Absolutely not! You perverted human trash! Stay away from me!"

Linor's face flushed red, a mixture of shame, fear, anger, and anxiety.

"That's not up to you."

"If you make a mistake, you must accept the punishment. That's the rule."

Lynn had already walked up to her, squatted down, and looked directly into her panicked, bloodshot eyes.

"No! No! Absolutely not!" Linor shook her head like a rattle-drum, her small body desperately trying to curl up into a ball.

Lynn's wicked grin widened as he reached out his "claws".

He precisely caught Linor's bare ankle!

"Aaaaaah! What are you doing?! Let go!!" Linor trembled all over, the warm touch from her ankle sending chills down her spine.

"The punishment begins," Lynn announced, then her fingers began to gently tickle the soles of her feet.

"Pfft—! Hahahaha!"

"No, no! It itches!"

"Hahahaha! Stop! Stop it now! You bastard! Pervert! Hahahaha!"

Linor was taken aback at first, then burst into uncontrollable laughter and struggled.

She is naturally sensitive and ticklish, especially the soles of her feet, which are a fatal weakness.

Being caught by Lynn at this moment felt worse than being tortured, yet it was also so ticklish that she couldn't help but laugh out loud. She was both ashamed and anxious, and tears were about to stream down her face.

She kicked wildly with her other leg, but Lynn easily dodged it.

The handcuffed hands flailed in vain, the chains rattling.

"Do you know you were wrong? Do you still dare to throw your shoe at the Prophet?" Lynn asked slowly as he continued what he was doing.

"Hahaha! Waaaaah! No, I won't do it again! Haha! Stop it! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Prophet! Lord Lynn! Hahahaha! Please!" Linor laughed so hard she could hardly breathe, forced to beg for mercy, cursing Lynn a thousand times in her heart.

"Their attitude was not sincere enough."

"I'm sincere! I'm very sincere! Haha! I'm the most sincere! Please let me go! Hahaha!"

Just as Lynn was enjoying the punishment, reveling in the sight of the usually arrogant vampire duke laughing uncontrollably—

"Knock knock knock".

A clear knock sounded on the door.

Immediately afterward, before Lynn could respond, the door to the hall was pushed open a crack.

Ivital walked in.

"My Lord Prophet, General Emundi of Iron Mountain Fortress requests an audience. He says he has urgent military intelligence..."

Ivital's words came to an abrupt end.

Her gaze fell on the scene in the hall—the esteemed prophet was squatting on the ground, holding a small, fair foot in his hand; the captured vampire girl, her clothes slightly disheveled, was laughing with a flushed face and tears welling up in her eyes, looking at the prophet with a strange, almost broken gaze.

Ok.

A lone shoe lay on the ground...

"..."

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Ivital's face.

Oh!

I've got some juicy gossip to share!

The Prophet's love life is truly blessed.

But soon, she regained her placid expression with astonishing speed.

The door slammed shut again with a "bang".

Through the door, the voice, which was trying to remain calm but was slightly distorted, came in:

"Ahem... Your Excellency, I didn't see anything."

"I'll wait outside. Please call me when you're done."

Inside the door.

Lynn: "..."

Linor's laughter stopped. She looked at the closed door, then at Lynn so close to her, her face flushed crimson. The next second, a surge of shame and anger erupted within her:

"It's all your fault!!!"

"You perverted human trash!!!"

She mustered her last bit of strength from somewhere and pushed her handcuffed hands forward with a sudden burst of energy!

"Thump!"

Caught off guard, Lynn was pushed so hard that she fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment, Linor pulled her foot back, curling up like a startled rabbit behind the pillar, covering it tightly with the wide hem of her gothic skirt. Only her bloodshot eyes, filled with shame and indignation, seemed to spit fire as she glared at Lynn, gritting her teeth and uttering each word with venom:

"You perverted human trash!! I'm not done with you!!!"

Lynn sat on the ground, rubbing his backside, looking at the bristling vampire in front of him, then at Ivital outside the door, who was probably already imagining a thousand words of indescribable scenarios, and General Emundi waiting there...

He sighed, dusted himself off, and stood up.

Hey!

Pity.

Forget it.

Let's deal with the important matters first.

As for the punishment of this vampire duke...

Ok.

There is ample time.

There is ample time,

He bent down to pick up Linor's other shoe from the ground, walked up to her, and stood before her wary gaze.

Then he extended his evil claws towards Linor's fair and tender little feet.

"Hey!! What are you doing!! I've already admitted my mistake!!"

Linor instinctively dodged.

"Let me help you get dressed." Lynn's tone was unusually gentle.

"Ah! I can wear it myself." After such a rollercoaster of emotions, Linor suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Are you sure you can put it on by yourself?" Lynn's gaze fell on Linor's bound hands.

"It should be okay," Linor said, sounding a little unsure.

"I'll do it."

Without waiting for her response, Lynn quickly grasped Linor's fair and delicate foot.

Then I carefully helped her put it on.

His expression was focused, and his movements were very gentle, even very skilled, as if he had helped Linor through it hundreds of times.

She looked at Lynn, who was helping her put on her shoes.

For some reason, Linor found the gentle yet earnest human in front of her to be quite handsome.

"Okay, be a good boy and wait here. I'll be back soon."

Lynn was still a little reluctant to let go of the soft touch in his hand, but he still gave her a serious instruction.

Having said that, he stopped looking at Linor's colorful expression, turned around and walked towards the door, while straightening his robes.

When he opened the door and faced Ivital, whose face seemed to say, "I understand, I understand everything, but I will never say it," he had already reverted to his calm and wise prophet persona.

"Take General Emundy to the side room, I'll be right there."

"Yes, Prophet." Ivital bowed respectfully, but out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but quickly glance at the petite figure huddled by a pillar in the hall, frantically tidying her clothes.

Hmm... the Prophet's preferences.

It really is an open-minded and inclusive society.

Lynn ignored Ivital's subtle glance and strode toward the side hall.

General Emundi of Tieshan Fortress?

This is the only King-level expert in Iron Mountain Fortress, and he actually came in person?

It’s weird.

It seems the first wave of challenges since taking over Handong City has arrived so quickly.

In the hall behind her, Linor finally straightened her clothes, sat down under a pillar with her knees drawn up to her chest, and buried her flushed face in her arms.

"Damn it...damn it, damn it, damn it! You filthy, perverted human! You just wait!"

"Wait until I regain my strength... wait until I summon my guards..."

"I must...I must..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it became a muffled murmur.

Recalling how Lynn had just put shoes on her, the tips of Lynn's ears inexplicably turned bright red.