It was a tall girl wearing a basketball jersey, with a ponytail about a foot long hanging down the back of her head. Her beautiful face was blooming with a bright smile, and a pair of fair, straight long legs made Lucas's fingers twitch with desire. Could it be her?
Lucas clicked into Celes's friend circle, only to find it filled with scenic travel photos, so he disappointedly returned to the chat interface.
This message had been sent a few minutes ago, and judging by the tone, it was likely Sarah's best friend.
Lucas originally wanted to chat more with Celes to fish for information, but that seemed a bit risky, so he replied perfunctorily, "I went out to play too. I'll tell you about it when I get back in a few days."
"You went out without inviting me? You'll have to answer for this when you get back!" Lucas hesitated for a while but didn't reply, and Celes didn't send any more messages either.
Lucas then checked Sarah's contact list and found that apart from family, there weren't many people. Other than this Celes, Sarah barely interacted with anyone else.
"It seems Sister's aloof and cold demeanor isn't just directed at me but is her true personality through and through."
Night fell again, and Sarah had been trapped in the alternate space for nearly a day and a half. Lucas felt it was about time, so he reopened the [Space Ring (Low Grade)] and entered the alternate space.
After 36 hours of torment, Sarah's spirit was utterly broken. Her eyes could barely stay open. Without the lubrication of her juices, her pussy had been ravaged by the vibrator until it was bloody.
What surprised Lucas was that there were no traces of urine on the ground, meaning Sarah had been holding it in all this time. Even without drinking water for 36 hours, this was astonishing.
Lucas gradually realized that Sarah was someone who knew how to assess the situation and yield appropriately, but when it came to major principles, her will was unshakable.
He walked up to Sarah, removed the bloodstained vibrator, and tossed it aside. Then, with his mind, he slowly healed the wounds inside her vagina. He still planned to enjoy Sister's pussy slowly—he couldn't ruin it now.
"Sister, do you surrender?" Lucas leaned close to Sarah's ear and asked softly.
Sarah didn't have the strength to speak, only shaking her head faintly.
Lucas wasn't discouraged. He released the chains binding Sarah's arms, allowing her to kneel, then pulled out his dick and thrust it into her mouth.
Sarah squinted her eyes, letting the hot, stinking dick pump in and out of her mouth. This time, she didn't even feel the urge to gag.
After smoothly fucking her mouth a few hundred times, Lucas slammed in one last time, his cockhead pressing against the soft flesh of her throat as he shot the thick cum he'd held for a day and a half deep into her mouth.
After pulling out, he pinched Sarah's chin, forcing her to swallow the semen again.
The mixed taste of cum and urine had fermented in Sarah's mouth for 36 hours, becoming unbearably foul. Strangely, the new semen wasn't as intolerable by comparison.
Sarah kept her mouth shut, trying not to let her nose catch the horrific smell inside, but then a warm stream suddenly splashed onto her face.
"He… pissed on my face…" Knowing resistance was pointless, Sarah closed her eyes tightly, silently enduring the impact of the warm urine.
Cascades of urine dripped from her stunning face, soaking every inch of her flawless jade-like body.
"Now… my whole body is filthy…" Just as Sarah was despairing, a foot lightly kicked her lower abdomen. Like an electric shock, the urine she'd held for 36 hours gushed out violently from her pussy, making her "scented hole" truly reek.
Collapsed in the pool of their mixed urine, Sarah's eyes stung, but after 36 hours without water, she couldn't even shed tears.
Yet Lucas had no intention of letting her off. Through the earlier experiment of rapidly healing Sarah's pussy, he had gained a new understanding of the "absolute control" of the blood contract.
Since he could effortlessly heal any injury Sarah suffered, why not let her experience some pain?
With that thought, a one-meter-long whip appeared in Lucas's hand. "Crack!" It lashed across Sarah's arm, leaving a bright red mark.
"On all fours!" Using his will, Lucas restored some of Sarah's strength, forcing her to kneel on the ground like a dog in the large puddle of urine.
"Crack!" With a crisp snap, the only remaining clean part of Sarah's body—her pale back—was now marked by a dark red whip wound. The restored strength also allowed her to scream in pain.
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
Lucas continuously adjusted the angle and direction of the whip, ensuring each strike landed on a fresh spot.
After dozens of screams, her once smooth, fair back was now completely crimson.
Once he finished the first round, Lucas started again, lashing every inch of Sarah's back until each patch of skin had been struck multiple times, droplets of blood slowly trickling down her sides.
After her back, Lucas tightened his grip on the whip, circling Sarah as he mercilessly struck her neck, arms, legs, and ass, until every part of her body except her face was covered in whip marks, dripping with blood.
Finally, Lucas raised the whip high and brought it down with all his strength onto Sarah's freshly healed tender pussy. The piercing agony forced her head back as she let out a high-pitched wail. She could no longer hold herself up, her limbs going weak as she collapsed face-first into the pool of urine mixed with blood.
If not for Lucas controlling her body, Sarah would have long passed out from the unbearable pain.
"Sister, do you surrender?"
"No…" Though barely audible, it was still a clear refusal.
Disappointed, Lucas exited the alternate space and returned to his bed, falling into a deep sleep.
A new day came and went in a flash.
Even though his daughter had been "traveling" for two or three days, James showed no concern. However, Celes sent another message, demanding Sarah contact her the moment she returned.
Late that night, Lucas reopened the [Space Ring (Low Grade)] and entered the alternate space.
As soon as he stepped in, the pungent stench of the fermented mixture of urine and blood from the day before assaulted his nose, making him instinctively cover it.
Sarah, covered in whip marks, lay completely still in the filth, her mouth slightly open as drool trickled from the corner. Her eyes were vacant, staring blankly at the ceiling, seemingly unaware of Lucas's arrival.
"Sister, are you still holding on?" Lucas conjured a mask to wear over his mouth.
Sarah didn't react at all, as if she were already a cold corpse.
Lucas knew that wasn't the case. In fact, he was aware that Sarah could hear him perfectly and even had the ability to respond, as he had adjusted her physical state the moment he entered.
Lucas crouched down, meeting Sarah's gaze. "Sister, what's the point of your stubbornness?"