Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

Chapter 201 --201

She didn’t hesitate, grabbing the shimmering collection and dumping them onto the silk sheets with a heavy clatter. Larus’s face turned from a deep, burning red to a ghostly, terrified pale in a single heartbeat.

"Your Majesty? This?.." his voice wobbled, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the cold metal.

Heena gave him a devilish smile, her eyes glinting with a dark, satisfied light

"Well, this is a punishment for the consort, after all" .

With a swift, blurred motion, she was right above him. Her hand fisted in his remaining clothes, and with one sharp, violent tug, she literally tore them away.

RIPPPPP.

Damn. Heena took a moment to appreciate the sheer physical power of the body she now occupied. I really have to give a raise to the original Celeste’s nannies and teachers. How strong is this body to rip through such high-quality fabric in one swift move? Larus was now completely, mortifyingly naked. Heena paused, a slight look of confusion crossing her face. His skin wasn’t the pale, porcelain white she’d expected; instead, it was a smooth, healthy wheat color. Yet, as he blushed, the heat seemed to spread so thoroughly that his entire body felt red to her. He looked like a trapped god, his skin already beginning to slick with a fine sheen of sweat.

She reached out and touched his member, stroking it with a slow, agonizing rhythm. Larus trembled violently under her touch, his breath catching in his throat as his hips bucked involuntarily. But just as he reached the precipice—just as he was about to climax—Heena stopped.

Larus blinked, his eyes hazy and desperate as he looked up at her, a soft, pathetic whimper escaping his throat. Heena just smiled, the expression cold and beautiful.

"Well, it’s punishment, not reward, right consort?"

She sat up and picked up a small urethral rod from the pile. Seeing the thin yet terrifyingly thick steel pipe, Larus’s face drained of color again .

He had no experience with such things, his body tensing in a primal fear of the unknown. Heena looked at his pleading face and shook her head.

"Now, now... come on consort. It’s punishment, remember..."

"P-please... Your Majesty... h-ah..." Larus opened his mouth to beg, but Heena reached out and sharply slapped his nipple. Her expression became dead serious.

"Sweetheart, behave and you will get a reward."

Larus bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound of his own jagged breathing, his violet eyes glistening with unshed tears. A playful smirk

formed on Heena’s face.

She reached for the oil, pouring a large amount directly onto his cock. It was so much that it even slid back toward his asshole, the cold liquid making him shiver and gasp .

Heena dipped the metal rod into the oil and then, with practiced, clinical ease, started putting it inside him.

Larus felt his mind going into sparks, his vision blurring as the cold metal invaded his most sensitive passage.

"Nngh... h-ahhh! Too... too much! A-ah!"

It was painful, yet terrifyingly strange. He squirmed against the sheets, his toes curling as Heena pushed the tip in. She didn’t like the resistance. She raised her hand again and delivered a stinging slap to his left nipple.

"AH! Mmmph... hah..."

An unknown, high-pitched moan left his lips—a sound so desperate and unholy that it seemed to shock him into silence.

Heena paused, a smile flashing on her face. Looks like I really found a gem. She started putting it in further, millimeter by millimeter. Larus felt completely overwhelmed, his body arching off the bed as the steel filled him to the base.

But just as he thought that would be enough, Heena’s hand roamed somewhere else. His eyes widened, his fingers clawing at the silk as she began to rub his entrance.

"That’s... dirty, Your Majesty—ah! N-nngh!"

Heena didn’t listen. She pushed one finger inside, causing him to jerk as if he’d been electrocuted. It was a strange sensation; he felt like he wanted to vomit from the fullness and yet he was burning with a need he couldn’t name. Heena frowned as she added a second finger, her hand moving inside him with practiced skill.

Hmm, where is it? And then, as her fingers roamed, she found it. She pressed his prostate firmly.

"OH! H-ah... hnnng! A-ahhhhh!"

Larus moaned so loudly it shook the very air in the room, his head thrashing from side to side, his hair a tangled mess. Heena didn’t give him a second to think, hitting the spot again and again with her fingers.

"Oh my, so shallow... sweetheart, looks like you were born to be a bitch".

Larus couldn’t think clearly anymore. Why did it feel so good? Before, there was only pain and strangeness, but now... the vibrations in his blood were turning into pure, agonizing pleasure.

Seeing this, Heena smiled as she picked up another toy—a ridged glass probe. Larus’s face turned pale as he tried to protest, his voice a broken whisper, "No... Your—"

But before he could finish, Heena pushed it inside him. Larus felt the overwhelming urge to cum, but because of the block in his cock, he couldn’t. His body seized in a constant, agonizing spasm, his eyes rolling back until only the whites showed.

Heena just smiled and moved her hands back to his nipples.

Well, what can she do? Her period was due in 3 or 4 days, so she didn’t dare have full sex, as it might be worrisome for her health. But she was still a dutiful wife, after all—how could she let him feel lonely?

Half an hour later

Knock knock.

"Come in."

Heena’s voice was perfectly normal as the door opened. The other five consorts entered—Kieran, Adrian, Lucian, Raphael, and Damien—their expressions guarded and suspicious . Because they were in the palace, they still

needed to report their assigned work to her. As they sat in the chairs she gestured to, they greeted her, but Heena ignored the pleasantries.

"State the point".

Slowly, they began talking about problems and funds. Raphael spoke about the church, listing required donations and organizational updates.

Adrian, Kieran, Lucian, and Damien were all veteran soldiers and spies; their hearing was preternaturally sharp. They heard a faint buzz—a low, resonating sound—but they couldn’t guess where it was coming from. None of them dared to look around, knowing Heena would beat them if their eyes strayed from her face.

"State the point," she repeated, her voice steady.

As Raphael continued to drone on, Heena ignored him, her hand remaining steady under the table.

A small remote was in her hand. She clicked the second button. Her eyes landed on Larus, who was currently under the table, completely naked. He had a urethral rod in his cock, a pink vibrator in his ass, and nipple pinchers on both nipples that had turned them a dark, angry red. And his mouth... well, it was currently stuffed with Heena’s pussy.

Heena grabbed his head, forcing him to stuff it more, his tongue working frantically. He was totally unlike his usual saintly self; his whole body was flushed and wet as he licked her. A small smirk played on Heena’s face as she felt him trembling against her legs.

She looked directly at the consorts, continuing to listen to their reports while her hand roamed over Larus’s head like he was a loyal pet.

Adrian and the others frowned. Even Raphael could hear the vibrating sound now, his violet eyes narrowing. He paused, looking around the room for the source of the resonance.