Chapter 475 The Sadistic Woman_1

Chapter 475: Chapter 475 The Sadistic Woman_1

Near the military base of Sunset City, in the suburban forest.

"Give me the potion... Please, give it to me quickly!" A man in the uniform of a Gistas Kingdom military officer sobbed profusely as he lay prostrate on the ground, begging the woman standing in front of him.

The woman before him was nearly two meters tall, draped in a loose robe, with a veil over her face, giving her a mysterious and eerie appearance.

The woman spoke, her voice hoarse as she replied, "My potion is very precious. The information you’ve traded... is a bit troublesome to deal with."

"That’s all I know! I really have said everything!" The officer continued to beg on the ground, nearly burying his face in the dirt, "The potion... Please, I’m going to die if I don’t get it!"

"You’re not going to die, you’re just going to forever endure this emptiness and pain, hehehe..." The woman laughed sinisterly, "Because you’ve become... worthless."

"No! No, no, no! That can’t be!" Hearing this, the officer’s eyes widened as he lifted his face, bloodshot eyes bulging, "I’m willing to do anything! Please!"

Just thinking about suffering like this forever, never again able to taste that ultimate joy, he felt a mountainous despair weighing him down.

If that were the case, it might be better to just take his own life with a bullet...

"Really willing to do anything?" The tall woman narrowed her eyes. Behind her veil, her elongated pupils shimmered with a yellow-green glow.

"Absolutely! I swear!!" The officer agreed without hesitating.

"Then... bring me the list of the core personnel from your experiment," the woman stated the condition she had prepared long ago.

"But I... I’m not authorized to access the restricted area," the officer said helplessly.

"Then find someone who is and tell me! Things you don’t know, go spy them out for me. Do I need to teach you? If you can’t produce any results, you might as well shoot yourself in the head sooner rather than later. Useless people don’t even have the right to be food!" The woman spoke with a resolute tone.

The officer’s last shred of sanity made him hesitate. Was he really going to spy on the restricted area’s information? That was the highest level of classified intel. If discovered, it wouldn’t be the military police or a court-martial that would deal with him, but a more secret department; he might even become an experimental subject in the restricted project—there would be fates awaiting him far worse than death.

"Don’t want to do it? Well, I don’t care either way," the woman’s voice was icy cold.

"No, no, no, please do entrust me with the task!" The officer nodded frantically, afraid the woman would change her mind.

"That’s better."

"Then... Lady Meiruki, may I... have the..." the officer pleaded pitifully.

The woman snorted from her nose, extracting a vial with a dropper cap from her robe with practiced ease, skillfully opening the cap to draw the dropper.

"This time, only two drops," the woman said.

"Only—" The officer’s eyes widened.

"You have no right to make demands! Now, open your mouth," the woman commanded.

The officer, kneeling with his head thrown back and mouth open, resembled a begging dog devoid of any dignity. His eyes were fervent as he watched the dropper. The woman would slightly shake her hand, and he would desperately adjust the position of his head, fearing that the potion might miss his mouth as it dropped.

"Heh..." the woman looked down at him and let out a light chuckle.

With a flick of her hand, the droplets of medicine veered off course, grazing the side of the officer’s face and falling to the ground.

"Ahhhh!" Watching the precious medicine seep into the soil, the officer lost himself in a wail of despair before burying his head and lapping at the dirt with his tongue.

He scraped the mud into his mouth, desperately swallowing it down. The gritty particles irritated his throat, triggering violent heaves.

He clutched his mouth determinedly, forcing himself not to vomit.

Watching his pitiful state, a sadistic smile spread across the woman’s veiled face, "Hahahaha, idiot, there’s no need to swallow it at all. My homemade medicine... takes effect the instant it touches a mucous membrane."

True to her words, the medicine quickly took effect.

The officer stopped retching and began to tremble all over, moaning indecently.

After a while, his eyes rolled back and his consciousness began to blur.

"Hmph." The woman lost interest and turned to leave.

"Your personal tastes are still as appalling as ever, Lamia," said Qiqimora, appearing beside the woman with a cigarette in her mouth, "Tormenting the target is one thing, but using the name of your own apprentice?"

"They used my name to swindle in the past; why can’t I let them take the blame for once? When did you get here?" Lamia glanced at her.

"When you ordered him to do the job," replied Qiqimora.

"Moving around in populated areas is such a hassle. I haven’t shifted into human form for so long; I’ve almost forgotten how to walk with legs. Clothes feel very uncomfortable to wear, too," Lamia complained.

"The drug is so successful that it can cause addiction to this degree. A trained soldier has become completely domesticated livestock."

"After all, it’s the Magic Potion I personally concocted. How could those inferior remedies made from herbs by the gangs compare?" Lamia replied nonchalantly, "Just a small taste is enough to create a pleasure that directly shatters the Spirit. After using the potion, nothing else can bring joy. Only overwhelming emptiness and pain remain, unless you continue using... But quitting is simple, a bullet or a dagger is enough."

"So, that person is already a dead man?" Qiqimora asked.

"Pretty much, but before he dies, we will exhaust his value," Lamia said.

"The efficiency still isn’t high enough. That man can control someone’s Spirit in a moment—achieve complete domination, which is even scarier than your Magic Potion," Qiqimora remarked apprehensively.

"Yeah, it was my first time encountering someone who couldn’t be brainwashed by this drug," Lamia concurred.

Their infiltration of the military base relied on Qiqimora’s kidnappings combined with Lamia’s addictive Magic Potion for brainwashing and control.

They had successfully brainwashed an officer from within the research institute, but they had actually failed once before that.

𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The core experimental site of this project, where the staff hardly ever left the "balanced" restricted zones controlled by authority. All they could do was find a way to identify those who entered and exited the core area with supplies and figure out the situation inside.

During this process, they came across an officer with terrifyingly staunch will, completely immune to the brainwashing effects of the Magic Potion. Even during his drug-induced haze, he struggled to maintain his self, continuously murmuring a revered name—"Mr. Blood Coat."