242: Torture the proud beauty Irina!

“Wouldn't it have been better if you were this obedient earlier?”

Su Mo stopped in front of her and reached out to pinch her cheek, which was puffed out from shame and indignation.

“You had to force me to use force. Don't you think you're a bit… asking for it?”

Irina trembled all over, angered by his intimate yet insulting actions, but she dared not lash out. She could only turn her head away fiercely, expressing her protest through silence.

Su Mo didn't mind. He turned around, picked up the pair of black thigh-high stockings from the bed, and put them back into her hand.

“Come, my dear Captain, begin your performance.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his legs, and settled in, looking as if he was ready to enjoy a good show.

Irina held the stockings, which felt cold and silky to the touch, and felt as if they were a red-hot branding iron, making her palms sweat.

Make her do such… such a bending-over-to-put-on-stockings motion in front of a man?

Her gaze swept over Su Mo's handsome face, full of playfulness, and then she looked at the luxurious yet cumbersome wedding dress she was wearing. A thought suddenly popped into her mind: stall!

As long as she stalled until dawn, this scoundrel couldn't possibly keep messing around in broad daylight, could he?

Having made up her mind, Irina slowly began to unfasten her wedding dress.

The Elf Clan's wedding dress was already intricate and gorgeous, adorned with countless tiny crystals and pearls. Just unfastening those delicate buttons took her almost half an hour.

Su Mo didn't rush her; he just leaned against the headboard, watching her with keen interest.

“My good Captain, your hands are a bit too clumsy, aren't they?”

Su Mo suddenly spoke, his tone full of teasing, “This dress, it can't be the first time in hundreds of years you've taken it off yourself, can it? Do you want me to help you out?”

Irina's movements stiffened, her face instantly flushed crimson. She gritted her teeth and sped up her hands.

He saw through her!

This scoundrel, he knew everything!

Su Mo watched her fair, slender fingers weave through the intricate ties of the dress, watched her shoulders tremble slightly from nervousness and shyness, watched her pretty face, clearly dying of shame and indignation, yet still trying to feign composure… He found that the process of conquering the proud elf was far more interesting than a direct “battle.”

Finally, after Irina had dragged her feet for almost an hour, the magnificent wedding dress was at last laboriously removed.

A primitive-looking “underwear” made of several wide, white leaves stitched together appeared before Su Mo.

The style of the “underwear” was largely similar to what he had seen the Elven Maidens wearing on the Tree of Life before.

However, worn by Irina, this top-tier elf, who was one meter ninety tall and had a figure that was outrageously hot, the visual impact increased exponentially.

“Gulp.”

Su Mo swallowed hard.

This woman's figure was simply made to drive a pervert like him wild!

“Have you… have you seen enough?!”

Irina felt uncomfortable under his undisguised “evil” gaze. She subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover the exposed skin.

“Not enough.”

Su Mo's answer was still as simple and direct,

“A perfect work of art like Captain Irina, I could look at her for a lifetime and it wouldn't be enough.”

As he spoke, he stood up from the bed and walked over to Irina.

“Alright, my good Captain, the foreplay has been long enough.”

“Now it's time for the main course.”

As he spoke, he bent down and took the pair of black thigh-high stockings from her hand.

Under Irina's gaze, filled with shame and indignation, he knelt on one knee, his posture as reverent as a knight about to kiss the queen's foot.

He raised his hand and took her foot, which was slightly curled from tension.

This foot was untouched by any worldly dust, its arch gracefully curved like a swan's neck, its skin so fair and translucent that even subtle lines were hard to find.

The five toes were shaped like superior pearls, full and regular, exuding a sense of cleanliness untouched by the mundane world.

“You… you let go of me!”

The moment Su Mo's fingertip touched her ankle, Irina reacted as if electrocuted, her voice changing pitch.

“Don't move.”

Su Mo didn't even lift his head. “If you move again, I can't guarantee what will happen next.”

Irina watched the hateful man slowly pull the cold, silky black stockings onto her toes, little by little.

The extremely silky sensation spread from her toes, all the way to her ankle, then to her calf… Each spot it reached felt as if countless ants were gently nibbling at her skin, giving her a fine layer of goosebumps all over her body.

Su Mo's movements were slow and meticulous.

He was like the most fastidious artist, sculpting his most perfect work, carefully smoothing out every crease in the stockings.

His hand then followed the perfect curve of her leg, moving upwards… When the black stockings were finally pulled up to her thighs, completely enveloping her impossibly long legs, Irina felt as if her soul was about to leave her body.

The extreme contrast of black and white brought a visual impact that made even her own heart pound.

She didn't even dare to look down at herself.

She was afraid that if she did, she would be utterly shamed to death by her own “shameless” appearance.

“Perfect.”

Su Mo looked at the pair of peerless beautiful legs, wrapped in black stockings, an absolute work of art, and exclaimed with heartfelt admiration.

He stood up and took out a pair of black stiletto heels, with heels at least fifteen centimeters high, from the pile of “props.”

“Come, my good Captain.”

“Put these on too.”

Irina looked at the “dangerous” high heels in his hand, her golden eyes filled with resistance.

“I… I don't know how to wear these…”

“It's alright.” Su Mo wore a “kind” smile on his face. “I'll teach you.”

As he spoke, he squatted down again, taking her perfect jade foot, already clad in black stockings, into his hand.

Under Irina's gaze, filled with humiliation and unwillingness, he personally helped her put on the pair of black stiletto heels that could drive any man wild.

When Irina, wearing the fifteen-centimeter high heels, shakily stood up from the ground, her already impressive height of one meter ninety instantly surpassed two meters.

She looked down at Su Mo, her golden eyes filled with complex emotions.

She felt like a doll meticulously dressed by its owner, and Su Mo was the devil who controlled her every move.

“Very good.”

Su Mo then took out a black lace maid outfit, with pitifully little fabric, from the pile of “props.”

“Finally, change into this.”

“Then we can begin the real ‘game’.”

Irina looked at the “shameful” maid outfit in his hand, and her already battered heart was stabbed fiercely once more.

She knew that she couldn't escape tonight.

She also knew that from tonight onwards, her proud self-esteem and the pride she had maintained for hundreds of years would be completely played with to the end by this man… “I… will change…”