Chapter 802: Chapter 14 Freya’s Fall Chapter 802: Chapter 14 Freya’s Fall The next morning, the grand doors of the Temple were gently pushed open.

Luo En, the master, swayed the golden cup filled with Honey Wine in his hand, standing leisurely at the doorway, extending a “friendly” greeting to his guest.

“How was last night?”

“Despicable…”

The weak accusation, mixed with slight tremors and even a hint of crying, was feeble.

At that moment, Valkyrie, once spirited and conscientious about her image, was leaning on a column beside her with her knuckles white; her hair disheveled like dead grass, her face flushed with remnants of red; her trembling body wrapped in a curtain torn from one side, a scent akin to flowers and rust mingled, emanating from the sparkling puddles on the floor.

At this moment, looking at Freya’s face filled with shame and murderous eyes, Luo En remained unchanged, smilingly said,
“So energetic? It seems that you still haven’t served yourself well, add ten more.”

Hearing this, Freya’s face paled instantly, and she pleaded hastily,
“No, I know I was wrong.”

“Tsk tsk, I just love this sincere attitude of admitting your mistakes.”

“Then I…”

“Twenty times.”

Amidst Freya’s shocked gaze, Luo En casually replied,
“This is a reward, of course, the more outstanding your performance, the more you earn.”

“Shameless!”

Freya trembled, raising her hand in grief and anger.

“Thirty times…” Luo En sipped the warm Honey Wine, his smile brightening.

Freya shivered, staring defiantly across, “Wasn’t this supposed to be a reward?”

“Insults from an enemy are the highest form of praise, the harsher you curse, the more thrilled I become, definitely need to repay you properly,” Luo En retorted with humor on his face but an unmistakable smirk, “Don’t worry, it’s going to be exhilarating.”

After a demon at the door gave her an encouraging look, then leisurely closed the door, Freya was on the verge of tears, her trembling lips muttering the only adjective that came to her mind:
“Scum…”

And with the door’s last gap sealed tightly, the familiar sensation of being puppeteered washed over her like a tide, her hands uncontrollably exploring upwards and downwards, her body twisting on the floor again, submerged by darkness and humiliation.

Three days and nights later, after Freya had just refreshed, Luo En came to visit, demonstrating utmost care for his guest.

Seeing that nightmare-like figure appear at the doorway, Freya lying on the floor and sticking out her tongue, shuddered instantly, nearly bursting into tears from being “moved”:
“I apologize…”

“Not sincere, ten more times.”

The Temple doors that had just opened closed again, with the outside figure leaving suavely, and the familiar puppeteering sensation took over Freya’s limbs again.

The next day.

“I surrender…”

“Where is your integrity, your beliefs? Fell so quickly, add ten more penalties!”

Luo En shook his head in grief and firmly closed the door.

In the following days, the door repeatedly opened and closed.

“Wait, just you wait, I will… eventually kill you…”

“Hate harbored, add ten more!”

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“…”

“Not talking? Trying to act tough with me? Ten more, keep going!”

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“I’ll fight you!”

“Still have the energy? Then carry on.”

…

Finally, after being pulled back and forth about ten times, Freya was utterly numb.

Seeing Luo En open the door to check on her, she mechanically responded with silence, taking advantage of the returned control of her body to catch her breath, swiftly recovering some energy and spirit.

And when the door closed again, Freya raised her hands, her slender, crystal-clear fingers skillfully starting their personal exploration and satisfaction.

After such time of cultivation and certain knowledge implanted into her brain by the Compulsory Divine Seal, she had become incredibly familiar with her body, quickly reaching the zenith of pleasure.

Her body slackened after a spasm, and the delightful aftermath spread through her mind, bringing a vibrant flush to Freya’s pale cheeks.

Actually, setting aside the humiliation and involuntary aspects of the punishment, this unusual experience indeed provided an indescribable pleasure, making her confinement in this dark cage somewhat more bearable.

Yet…

“Uh, I haven’t even started, and you’re already enjoying yourself?”

…

Freya, whom she thought was impervious and stoic, looked at her own hands covering her chest, her face turning ashen.

She had become strange…

She was no longer pure…

She no longer deserved to be the pure and noble Valkyrie…

The Goddess, having lost her faith and support, sat slumped next to a column like an out-of-order doll, her hands drooping helplessly, the draped cloth falling to the floor, revealing hidden spring sights.

Luo En waved his hand in front of Freya’s eyes, seeing no reaction, he muttered to himself.

Broken already? So soon?

Then, his eyes slewing, he leaned close to Freya’s ear, whispering softly,
“Don’t worry, this is my Temple, besides me, no one will know what you did inside. Just obey, and once out of this door, you’ll still be Warner Clan’s pure and noble Valkyrie.”

A flicker of Swan Feather Weave caught her eye, energizing Freya’s previously lifeless gaze as she grasped her own clothing.

The clothing turned into a silver radiance enveloping her body, covering the flushed residue over her and reassembling her fragmented self-esteem and pride.

As the silver-white Battle Armor steadied, Freya, regaining her Valkyrie poise, pursed her lips and looked somberly at Luo En before her, asking with a scoff: