LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 65 – An Experiment
The Idiot was yapping again. Moira resisted the urge to tap her foot in irritation and boredom. She knew it was important for her to listen. He was talking about giving her a singular artefact, apparently gifted to the humans by the Goddess.
Not that Moira was getting it now. The Prince of Bumbling About was explaining the artefact was bound to the palace by some sort of magic. He sounded apologetic, too.
Moira didn’t understand how someone could be so blinded by love. She simply nodded along when he complained about the disrespect he was receiving, sounding like a whining child.
But there was only so much Moira could endure. Her attention began wandering again. She caressed the bracelet on her hand, enjoying the feeling of Elana’s presence in the distance.
The slight, permanent trickle of magic the bracelet possessed also reminded Moira of its presence. The divine nature of it aroused her imagination. She recalled Elana’s words and her own research, wondering about the limits the magic had.
Moira looked at the Prince with curiosity, which made the boy stunned. She rubbed the bonding jewellery, trying to pull upon its divine source.
“My Lady,” The Prince finally spoke again. He was blushing, unsure of what had changed. “W-we can’t.” He stammered.
What was it that they couldn’t? Moira could guess and almost gagged. But to find out more of what she could do, she had to act boldly and do something she knew she would regret.
Moira extended her hand, then touched the Idiot’s wrist with her index finger. She tried her best to keep the contact as minimal as possible. Just the tip of her digit brushed against the Prince’s skin.
“M-my lady!” The Idiot gasped, startled by the simple action. He jumped, severing the minute connection. “T-that’s a bit…” His body heated up to an unimaginable level.
“Shush,” Moira furrowed her brows, pushing her finger back against the Prince’s skin, prodigy his being with the divine flow. “I am thinking.” She lied while trying to change the very essence of the man into something else.
There was resistance. Moira pushed further, exploring the possibilities and trying different methods of making the Prince into something more agreeable.
The victim of her experiments continued to stutter and panic. He didn’t seem to detect the intrusive magic poking at his core and was more concerned by the skin contact.
Moira tried harder, pushed further, and was clever in the application, but still, there were no results. All she managed was to make one of the hairs on the Prince’s wrist vanish.
Finally, Moira’s irritation got the better of her. “Stay still,” She hissed, stopping the fidgeting fool from moving away. “Don’t resist like this.”
“B-but,” The Prince couldn’t quite stay still. His breathing especially was ragged, making his body sway here and there. “Okay,” He did try to follow Moira’s command. “I’ll be fine. I just… I just need to take a couple breaths.” He looked at Moira as if she had done something incredible and was even smiling slightly.
And soon after telling him to stop resisting, Moira felt her attempts find a purchase. Her prodding yielded a result. She carefully guided the magic, making sure the Idiot wouldn’t notice the slight change.
Although, it was doubtful if the Idiot would notice an anvil falling on his head at the moment. Moira smoothed out his skin a little more, waiting for him to… Do anything.
But the Prince simply gave Moira an idiotic, thoughtless smile. He seemed infinitely happy about the simple, sinister touch. His oblivious expression irked Moira, making her want to give him to Elana for a bit of… behaviour therapy.
While Moira hadn’t seen Elana torture anyone, she was aware her woman wouldn’t say no to an opportunity. Especially if it involved someone as hateable as the dude next to her.
Moira wouldn’t mind a couple of activities like that. Although she was more into humiliation and manipulation as opposed to the simple brutality Elana preferred. She did find it hot how her girl smiled while she inflicted pain.
The Prince opened his mouth again and spouted more inane lines. “Destiny.” He said. “Future.” His eyes sparkled. “Together.” He sighed. “Duty.” He lamented.
It was so boring. At least Moira could entertain herself by watching the Prince’s skin smoothen out. She continued to add small, almost unnoticeable changes to the man’s body, slowly transforming him into a more pleasant being.
Moira had already decided on the man’s future. He would become a ‘she’. All Moira had to do was sculpt him into someone worth’ abusing and having pleasure with. Elana would probably not want the ‘Princess’, but that was fine.
It was mostly for Moira’s enjoyment anyway. She added a bit of length to the Idiot’s hair, changed how fast his beard grew and deleted more of his body hair.
Frankly, Moira couldn’t do more without practice and time. Even these small changes took a lot of willpower. It didn’t appear her mana had decreased. The spell had been fed by something deeper and more primal.
But Moira still had a bit of energy left in her - for one last change to make.
And the Idiot had escaped into his own little world again, babbling about impossible things. There were no ‘outings’ they would go to. There would be no ‘children's laughter’ for them to enjoy.
Speaking of children…
Moira felt a devilish smile form on her face. She guided the divine change towards the man’s most treasured spot.
“You are beautiful…” The fool whispered, unaware of the change happening in his testicles.
As usual, Moira didn’t answer. But her smile did grow wider as she felt the spell settle in the Idiot’s balls, ruining his virility forever.
The dopy smile on the Prince’s face didn’t falter. As his sperm died off, he continued to spout nonsense - just as always.
