From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties! Chapter 210: Velara Trickery [18 ][FIXED!]

Byung knew what was coming as Velara’s hands moved with deliberate purpose, her centuries of experience evident in every calculated touch. The dark elf was in complete control of the situation, and they both knew it. She had removed enough of the magical restraints to allow so movent, but not nearly enough for him to break free or turn the tables.

She knew this goblin was already thinking about all the things he would do that her body. Did he trick her into thinking she wanted this more than him?

She started with proper foreplay, her fingers tracing patterns across his chest that avoided his wounds but sohow made every nerve ending co alive despite the numbness elsewhere. Her mouth followed, leaving trails across his skin that his body responded to. It was hard not to when his throbbing cock was sliding in and out of her soft palm.

But Byung had expected this much after his proposal. What he hadn’t expected was how thoroughly she would use her mind-reading abilities to do exactly what he wanted, anticipating desires he hadn’t even fully ford yet. Every touch landed precisely where it would have the most effect, every movent calculated to drive him closer to the edge without allowing release.

She bit her lips, sliding her other hand beneath her legs.

She took him into her mouth while stoking his shaft, the sensation was overwhelming—the one part of his body with full feeling suddenly receiving focused attention from soone who knew exactly how to maximize the response. Her technique was flawless, centuries of knowledge combined with real-ti access to his thoughts telling her exactly what pressure, what rhythm, what variation would drive him wild.

But Byung noticed sothing was wrong. The pleasure built and built, reaching points where release should have been inevitable, but nothing happened. No climax, no relief, and more importantly—no precum leaked from him despite the intense stimulation.

This ant his plan of making her taste his seed was going to fail.

His evolution system’s fluids carried unique properties, he knew that much. Contact with his genetic material should have influenced her. But she’d completely prevented that chanism from functioning.

The dark elf had used magic to make sure he didn’t cum, didn’t leak anything that might give him an advantage. So kind of blocking spell that kept him perpetually on the edge but never allowed release.

However, Byung realized as the minutes stretched on and the sensation beca almost painful in its intensity, the dark elf wasn’t doing this just to torture him. She was simply edging him, keeping him in that heightened state for a specific reason. It was part of her process, her interrogation technique.

When soone was desperate enough, when pleasure and pain blurred together into a single overwhelming need, when every thought beca focused on that one denied release—that’s when ntal defenses crumbled completely.

She was going to edge him until he reached the point of wanting to cum so badly that he would divulge all of his secrets, would think about everything she wanted to know in vivid detail that her mind-reading could capture effortlessly.

"You’re starting to understand," Velara said, pulling back just enough to speak while her hand continued the tornt. "I can feel your thoughts becoming less guarded. The desperation makes it harder to control what surfaces in your mind."

Byung tried to focus, tried to maintain so ntal discipline, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Every ti he got close to release, she’d change her technique just enough to prevent it, keeping him trapped in that liminal space between pleasure and frustration.

"Tell about the resurrection," Velara commanded softly, her lips moving against his skin. "Tell how it works, and I’ll let you finish."

Byung’s mind imdiately jumped to the explanation—how his system had evolved him beyond normal mortality, how death would only reset him to a new state, how—

He caught himself, forced the thoughts down, but not before she’d gotten fragnts of information. Her smile told him she’d captured enough to be even more interested.

"Interesting," she murmured. "Your physiology is more complex than I thought. Keep going."

She intensified her efforts, and Byung felt his control slipping further. Thoughts about his evolution system, about the sword he was ant to retrieve, about Maui and Grishka and the settlent—all of it started bubbling up to the surface of his consciousness where her mind-reading could access it.

"The dwarf sent you," Velara said, not a question but a statent confirming what she’d plucked from his mind. "He thinks you’re the chosen one who can claim the sword. And once you have it, he plans to use you to tear down the barrier between worlds."

Byung hadn’t known thought about that last part consciously, but hearing her say it made sense in ways that terrified him.

"And your physiology," Velara continued, her technique becoming even more precisely calculated, "it absorbs abilities from intimate contact with other species. That’s why you wanted this. Not just to survive, but to gain my magic."

She laughed, the sound dark and amused. "You thought you could seduce , taste , fuck and steal my power. How delightfully naive."

Byung realized with growing horror that she’d known his plan from the beginning, had read it in his thoughts the mont he’d ford the strategy. She’d simply chosen to play along because it gave her an opportunity to extract information while making him think he was the one being clever.

The edging continued, becoming almost unbearable. Byung’s entire existence had narrowed to the desperate need for release, and with it, his ntal defenses were crumbling completely. More thoughts surfaced—his mories of the settlent, his relationship with Maui, the hybrid child Grimgor, the political situation with the orcs, everything flooding to the surface where her consciousness could pick through it like files in an archive.

"Stop," Byung managed to gasp out. "Please, just—"

"Tell everything," Velara interrupted, her voice carrying command alongside the seduction. "Tell about the sword’s true location. Tell why the prison’s consciousness protects it. Tell what you know about the first elf"

That last question made sothing click in Byung’s fragnted thoughts. He had no idea what she was talking about regarding the first elf or prison’s consciousness. But the way it had felt like sothing was watching him since he’d arrived.

"You don’t know," Byung realized, the revelation cutting through even the desperate haze of denied pleasure. "You’ve been here for centuries but you don’t know where the sword is? I AM the only one who can wield it!" Byung blurted out, salivating and out of breath.

Velara’s hands stopped moving imdiately. Her eyes widened with genuine shock as she processed this information she’d just extracted from his mind. "What did you say?"

Byung knew he’d made a mistake, revealed sothing critical. But it was too late—the thought was already out there, already examined by her consciousness. And now she understood sothing she’d been missing for centuries of imprisonnt.

"The sword will reject anyone who dares to take it that isn’t ," Byung continued, the words flowing now that his ntal defenses had completely collapsed under the sustained edging. "That’s why the mory-stripping works the way it does. It’s not just magic—"

Byung was cut short before he could complete his though even though the words didn’t match what ca out of her mouth.

"Of course... That is it! The prison is alive because the first elf is the prison." The dark elf blurted out.

The information about the sword and why the three-headed beast had gone right for him showed it was guided by sothing.

She had been here for long and noticed similar occurrences.

Velara stood up abruptly, stepping back from him with an expression that mixed triumph with sothing approaching awe. "That’s why I could never find the sword," she breathed. "Because the first elf, my ultimate ancestor, is actively hiding it from specifically. They know what I am, what I’ve beco."

She looked down at Byung, and he saw calculation in her eyes. "And you—you’re the key. Soone from outside the elven bloodline, soone the first elf cannot..." She stopped herself from completing this sentence.

Byung felt sick as he realized how thoroughly he’d been played. Velara had extracted everything she needed—his purpose, his abilities, his connections, and most critically, information about the prison’s true nature that she’d spent centuries trying to understand.

And he still hadn’t gotten what he’d co for. His plan to gain her magical abilities through intimate contact had completely failed.

"Now then," Velara said, her smile returning with predatory satisfaction. "Let’s discuss how exactly you’re going to help escape this prison and complete the work I started centuries ago."

She waved her hand, and the magical block preventing his release suddenly vanished alongside the ropes, she needed him more than he needed her.

Velara now knew everything. And she had plans for him that were far worse than simple dissection would have been.