Another World Witch Training Manual

049. The Humiliated Sylvie

Watching the woman who had led the way leave, Xin Lai found herself with a key in her hand.

Two hours.

He weighed the keys in his hand and sighed softly in resignation.

One gold coin buys you the right to listen to music in this brothel, and it's all vegetarian, without a trace of meat.

"Why Skechers?" he asked Eve, turning his head slightly, somewhat displeased.

Eve knew that Xinlai felt somewhat cheated and was also a little dissatisfied that Xinlai actually wanted to have some meat, so she explained earnestly in a resentful tone:

"Skecher was the most extravagant of the Fesari family's heirs and loved to throw lavish banquets."

"If we can sneak in during this time..."

Xinlai understood after a moment's thought.

Since Skechers was infatuated with Miss Sylvie, their relationship was bound to be close.

Perhaps she can get the date of Skechers' next party from her.

Having figured out the cause and effect, Xinlai accepted the gold coin as an entry fee and stopped blaming Eve.

He inserted the key into the lock, turned it gently, and pushed the door open.

Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire room brightly.

In the very center is a large double bed, covered with simple and elegant bedding.

Bottles and jars were piled up on the dressing table against the wall, and several musical instruments stood next to it; double rows of clothes racks were squeezed in the corner, filled with dresses of various colors.

The most eye-catching thing is the black grand piano opposite the bed. The lid is flipped up, and there are yellowed sheet music and a light green vase casually placed on the piano table.

The room was bright and cozy; if one didn't know that the door opened into a brothel, one would think it was the boudoir of a noble lady.

A woman in a pure white dress sat in front of the dressing table.

Her brown, wavy hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders as she carefully applied lipstick in front of the mirror.

Hearing the door open, the almond-shaped eyes in the mirror turned to look at the person who came in.

"Mr. Xinlai?" Sylvie finished twisting her lipstick, and as she turned around, her eyes sparkled, and a perfectly timed smile bloomed on her lips.

"I've heard so much about you." Xin Lai's gaze was clear and open as she met her eyes. "Miss Sylvie truly lives up to her reputation as the top courtesan of this auspicious place. Meeting you today is indeed breathtaking."

Sylvie was slightly taken aback; the man in front of her was even more handsome than she was.

"Miss Sylvie?" Xinlai had already settled down on the sofa as if they were old friends, crossing her legs. "You seem a little out of sorts?"

Sylvie snapped out of her daze, smiled charmingly, and looked at Eve, who was wearing an eye patch, standing to the side.

"I just didn't expect Mr. Xinlai to come to a place like this with his personal maid."

Eve had thoroughly mastered the etiquette of a maid during this time, and naturally took the teapot and poured a cup for Xinlai.

She stood respectfully to the side, her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen.

Xinlai took the tea, a half-smile on her face: "After all, Miss Sylvie is only responsible for playing instruments and singing; someone has to do the serving, doesn't she?"

Sylvie sensed the dissatisfaction in his words.

The madam had instructed that this Mr. Xinlai was a big customer who had paid a gold coin as a deposit, and he could not be neglected.

So she had no choice but to get up and sit down next to Xinlai, a faint fragrance drifting into Xinlai's nostrils.

“Since Mr. Xinlai has said so,” she placed one hand on Xinlai’s right shoulder and the other on his knee, her voice softening, “then please have your maid leave. I will serve you from now on.”

Xinlai glanced at Eve sideways.

Eve wore a polite smile as she put down the teapot and slowly stepped back, but her quietly clenched fists and slightly twitching lips clearly revealed her displeasure.

She gave Xinlai one last glare, whether as a warning or a sign of displeasure, before gently closing the door behind her.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

"Tell me," Xinlai asked with interest, "what are you good at?"

Sylvie moved even closer. She had a petite figure and fair, firm skin. Her long dress was stretched taut and full by her breasts, which were the size of small watermelons and the size of large steamed buns. The dress just covered the top of her thighs, and the alluring glimpses of her thighs were constantly tempting. Her shapely legs, which were of even thickness, were wrapped in sheer black stockings with lace trim that reached past her knees. The thin silk wrapped around her fair skin, making her a feast for the eyes.

In Xinlai's opinion, she was indeed a rare beauty.

Sylvie's movements were bold yet perfectly measured as she leaned close to Sinlai and asked in a soft, alluring voice:

"What would you like to hear, Mr. Xinlai? I can play any musical instrument on the market."

Upon hearing this, Xin Lai's expectant expression vanished instantly, replaced by a cold look: "Nothing else will do?"

Sylvie paused for a moment, taken aback by the sudden change, then smiled tactfully:

"Mr. Xinlai, you know that Mr. Skechers of the Tansting family is my employer, and he said beforehand that he has never touched me, so naturally you won't either..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xin Lai turned her head, her eyes sharpening.

A gleaming dagger pressed against her soft side waist.

"Ah... Mr. Xin Lai..."

"Is playing musical instruments and singing really just playing musical instruments and singing?" Xin Lai's voice was low and dangerous.

"I'll pay a gold coin just to hear you play a few folk tunes?"

Sylvie was so frightened that she dared not move. She never expected that this handsome young man, who looked so gentle and sunny, would suddenly become so fierce.

She swallowed hard, her eyes involuntarily glancing towards the shadows beneath the dressing table, where a warning magic circle was hidden.

Once triggered, dozens of level 20 or higher thugs can arrive within half a minute and severely punish the customer who harmed the prostitute or committed an inappropriate act.

Of course, its function also includes preventing prostitutes from escaping.

"Stop looking," Xinlai said quietly. "My maid has isolated all magical fluctuations in this room. Even a ninth-ring mage couldn't activate that magic circle."

As he spoke, he reached out and unbuttoned Sylvie's collar, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

"what……"

Xinlai lifted Sylvie's chin with her hand, her eyes carefully examining the collarbone above the undulating curves, visually assessing how to depict the magic circuit.

Sylvie trembled, but dared not resist. She could only close her eyes and fantasize that if young Master Skechers could come to save her at this moment.

Her mind was still racing, trying to figure out how to escape, how to get away unscathed without alerting Xin Lai...

Seeing Sylvie's hungry eyes, Sylvie became even more anxious...

a long time.

To Sylvie's surprise, Skechers, whom she had imagined, did not appear. Instead, Sinley, who was supposed to rape her, inexplicably stopped, as if seeking confirmation of something, and asked:

"When Skechers comes to see you, is it really just to listen to you play instruments and sing?"

Tears welled in Sylvie's eyes, and she nodded gently, her eyes red-rimmed: "Yes... Young Master Skechers is very good to me..."

"You weren't touched?"

"No……"

"You mean," Xinlai raised an eyebrow, "that you, a prostitute, are still a virgin?"

"Yes, yes..."

Is this Skechers guy impotent?

Xinlai pondered for a moment, seemingly feeling that Sylvie's value far exceeded expectations, and that killing her after questioning her seemed like a waste.

So he slowly loosened the dagger he was holding against Sylvie, but the ferocity on his face didn't diminish at all.

Unexpectedly, Sylvie suddenly froze, as if she noticed that Sinley had moved the dagger away a bit. Thinking she had a chance to escape, she immediately stood up, recklessly rushing towards the door.

"save--"

Before he could even utter the word "fate," Xin Lai pulled him back and pushed him down onto the soft bed.

"I forgot to tell you, your voice is also blocked. No matter how loudly you scream, no one will come to save you."

"Ouch!" Sylvie collapsed onto the bed, on the verge of tears, and struggled to shrink back to the headboard, pleading in a trembling voice.

"Please, Mr. Sinley... if Master Skechers finds out I'm having an affair, I..."

Xinlai interrupted her impatiently, tugging at her collar: "Sit down."

Sylvie shook her head desperately: "Please, please! I know you're not short of money. I'll find girls prettier and with better figures than me to serve you, for free, just please let me go..."

Sinlai ignored her, pressed her shoulders against the headboard, grabbed Sylvie's neck with one hand, and pulled down her collar on the other side with the other.

"Ah...~"

Amidst Sylvie's startled cry, her flushed shoulders and fair collarbone were revealed.

"Don't move." He activated his magic, his fingertips glowing faintly. On the lower right side of her collarbone, he instantly activated compressed magic with no casting delay, carving a loop for eavesdropping magic.

"This is a fifth-circle explosion spell with soul attributes." He stopped, paused for a moment.

"If you dare to have any wicked thoughts, it will instantly blow your face to bits, understand?"

Sylvie gritted her teeth, held her head high, looking like she had been forced to suffer humiliation, her eyes filled with an emptiness of having lost all hope in the world.

"Don't expect anyone to help you," Xinlai stood up, looking down at her.

"Even Skechers can only watch your face be disfigured."

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"Waaah..."

Sylvie sobbed softly, momentarily unable to understand why this man was treating her this way...