Vienna wore her clothes, following after Egon.

She thrn looked from the puddle on the floor to Barbara’s ashen face, then back to Egon.

"Egon, if what you’re saying is true. If she really did steal from me all this time, how should I punish her?"

Egon’s dangerous smile returned.

He stepped closer to Vienna, sliding a possessive hand around her waist, fingers splaying over the soft curve of her cum-filled belly.

He replied,

"For starters, she’s going to clean up the mess she interrupted."

He pointed lazily at the messy pool on the hardwood. His semen mixed with her love nectar.

"With her tongue."

Barbara’s face darkened, yet Ego continued,

"Or else, we will hand over the ledger discrepancies, the falsified receipts, the bank transfer records I’ve already compiled, straight to the Royal Magistrates. Embezzlement from a noble house carries, creative penalties in this kingdom. Especially for someone with your... colorful history."

Barbara’s face turned pale. Her knees gave out so violently she nearly collapsed.

Her perfectly painted lips quivered.

"I... I’ll do it. But please. Don’t—don’t turn me in."

Egon smirked,

"Then get on your knees."

Barbara hesitated only a heartbeat before bend down.

The glossy stilettos clicked once, twice, then she was on all fours.

Her long silver earrings started swinging like pendulums as she did so

She stared at the thick, opaque puddle. Shame burned hot across her cheeks, Fury hidden beneath it.

This was supposed to be her power play. She thought this was chance to catch Vienna vulnerable, turn the screws, and maybe even seduce her boy toy for leverage.

Instead she was the one debased. He was not a boy toy at all. He was dangerous predator.

She lowered her face unwillingly.

Lick!

The first tentative lick was bitter with humiliation.

But then—

The taste hit her properly. It was Warm. Thick. Salty-sweet.

Not at all what she expected.

Egon’s semen coated her tongue like expensive drug, almost honeyed, carrying faint traces of something almost magical, as though his seed carried residual traces of whatever forbidden stamina or virility enchantment he had once consumed (or been born with).

Mixed with Vienna’s own sweeter nectar, it became something intoxicating, heady, addictive.

Barbara froze for a second.

Then her eyes fluttered half-closed.

Lick.

Another long, deliberate lick

It was longer this time, gathering more of the combined essence.

As she savored it, a soft, involuntary whimper escaped her throat. "Nngh~"

She told herself it was only to finish quickly.

In truth, she lied to herself.

Her tongue started working faster now, lapping in broad, greedy strokes.

The shame didn’t vanish, but it twisted, melded with something darker, hungrier.

Her breathing gradually grew ragged. Jer hips shifted unconsciously, thighs pressing together as heat bloomed low in her belly.

By the time the last visible drop had been cleaned from the floor, when only faint glossy smears remained, she was no longer merely obeying.

She was drinking eagerly. Almost like a starving animal. Like a bitch in heat finally given water after days of thirst.

Her tongue chased every drop, even dipping lower to lap at the small drop that had run toward the baseboards.

When she finally, her lipstick was painted with their combined juices.

Vienna stared down at her former confidante in stunned silence.

As per Egon, he was honestly a little confused.

"Does my semen had some kind of magical aphrodisiacs effects that made this ladyboy into such a slut?"

"I don’t remember Gaizar having such kind of ability even when Archon had the soul core in the original story."

"So what exactly was going on?"

Nevertheless, he was happy with the ability to tame such genetically twisted woman.

"Good girl," he praised, reaching down to grip Barbara’s chin, moving her cum smeared face up toward them both.

"Now tell Vienna the truth. Every cent. Every lie. Every time you smiled in her face while you bled her dry."

"And maybe, if you’re very honest and very obedient, I’ll let you taste the source next time. Instead of just the leftovers."

Barbara’s heart thundered in her chest.

Her mentality was completely ruined today.

And, more terrifyingly, she was already wet.

Vienna held on Egon’s arm possessively.

She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to slap Barbara, or watch what happened next.

As Barbara confessed every resource-laundering scheme she had pulled off, Vienna’s face turned bright red with fury.

"Paah!"

Finally, she slapped Barbara across the face.

Deep down, Vienna had really wanted to forgive her—thinking the crimes were only about money.

But now she finally understood how vicious Barbara truly was. Barbara hadn’t just stolen funds, she had plotted to take over the Flower Garden boutique and all its associated businesses, then cast Vienna out of the board entirely.

"Barbara, I treated you so well, yet you repay me with such betrayal? I’m never going to forgive you, bitch. I’m going to kill you."

Barbara sobbed quietly as overwhelming guilt crashed over her psyche.

"I’m sorry, Vienna. But the world has made me what I am today. Trapped in a boy’s body, I was never allowed to express my femininity to the world. No one looked at me with loving eyes. No one whispered kind words. I lived in constant torment.

So when I heard about those mystical surgeries that could finally turn me into a proper woman, I had no choice.

Every penny I stole went into my treatments.

Still, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.

So if you want to kill me... I won’t even make a noise. I promise," she sobbed.

Egon interrupted just then,

"Hold on.You’re not going anywhere.

You will continue to serve the Flower Garden, every day. every hour. But from now on as a slave."

The word landed like a brand.

Vienna said nothing. No protest. No plea for mercy. The sting of betrayal had burned away whatever sisterly affection remained.

Her silence was louder than any objection.

Barbara stayed on her knees, head bowed, earrings swaying like tiny silver nooses.

"Then put a slave collar on me. Vienna Won’t belive me, not like this."

He shook his head.

"No. There’s no need for collars or chains, You’re already enslaved."

His eyes pointed to his cock.

"You’re a slave to this now. To the taste you just begged for. To the way your body reacts when you’re on your knees for us. You felt it the moment my seed touched your tongue, didn’t you? That sweet corruption sinking in."

Barbara whimpered, thighs pressing together instinctively. She couldn’t deny it.

The shame only made the heat worse.

Egon turned to Vienna, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her close so her swollen breasts pressed against his side.

He kissed her temple softly, which was complete opposite to the brutality of his verdict.

"Vienna, my semen has an magical effect on her. Her mind is already 90% broken. She’ll obey. She’ll serve. She’ll crawl if we ask. And every time she tastes me or you, she’ll sink a little deeper. You don’t have to worry about her betrayal. She can’t. Not anymore. Like this you don’t have to dirty your hands. "

Vienna’s fingers tightened on his arm. Her anger hadn’t vanished, but something colder had settled in its place: acceptance.

Possession.

"Clean yourself up," Vienna said quietly, "Then report to the stockroom. You’ll start by reorganizing every shelf you ever touched while stealing from me. On your hands and knees."

Barbara bowed once,

"Yes... Mistress."

[ You have changed the course destiny once again ]

[ Luck Points +100 ]

Egon smiled darkly, "Two down, more to go."