Chapter 77 The Rose and the Snake 17
However, at the moment when this tremendous anger was rising, an extremely strange, completely uncontrollable, electric-like pleasure suddenly rushed up from the surface of his skin covered with the poisonous clothes, along the spine and rushed straight to the brain.
This pleasure came so suddenly and so intensely, accompanied by the sluggishness and dizziness of magic, forming a distorted and unfamiliar experience!
It’s as if the boundary between pain and pleasure has been forcibly blurred!
His body trembled violently, and a short and low gasp escaped from his throat uncontrollably...?
The voice had a hint of suppressed hoarseness and... an indescribable sense of satisfaction?
Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme!
For the first time, an expression of "surprise" and "horror" appeared on his handsome face!
This is not his mood!
This pleasure... this panting... is it this damn poison suit? Or is it that damn system?! Or is it... the dark magic that Abraxas has imbued himself with?!
At this moment, Abraxas clearly saw the dark green spider web patterns spreading on Voldemort's neck, heard the strange gasp, and received the 60% pleasure value prompted by the system.
Deep within his gray-blue eyes, beneath the frozen lake, a turbulent wave stirred! Success?!
The poisonous spider silk, his magical mark, the rules of the system... the combination of these three could actually trigger such a violent reaction in Voldemort, even... distorting his senses?!
He suppressed the shock in his heart, but at the right moment, a pale, weak smile of "relief" appeared on his face: "It seems... Your Excellency really likes this 'kindness'?"
Voldemort raised his head suddenly! His scarlet pupils trembled and burned violently with shock, anger, humiliation and the uncontrollable strange pleasure.
He stared at the "relieved" smile on Abraxas' face, as if he was looking at a devil from hell.
"What...did...you...do?!"
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, wrapped in murderous intent to destroy the world and a kind of rage of being completely offended!
He wanted to tear the poisonous clothes into pieces immediately and strangle the damn Malfoy in front of him!
But his body was dragged down by the intense numbness and twisted pleasure, and his movements were delayed for a moment.
At this moment, Abraxas's eyes keenly caught Voldemort's earlobe, which was slightly red due to the dual stimulation of rage and pleasure?
Also, on the side of his neck, in the center of the complex pattern where the dark green spider web magic pattern and the golden system pattern were intertwined, an extremely tiny silver-gray light spot like a spider mark was flashing by.
That was the mark of dark magic that belonged to him, which he had exhausted all his energy to integrate into the core of the poisonous spider silk when he was weaving it last night.
Like a hidden anchor, a deeply buried...controller.
Voldemort obviously also felt the abnormality on his neck. He suddenly raised his hand and touched that place, his eyes suddenly turned bloodshot!
In the last second of his movement, Abraxas gracefully took a step back and bowed slightly, as if he had practiced it a thousand times, his voice filled with a barely perceptible, cold pleasure.
"I'm just... offering my 'love', sir."
Before he finished speaking, he used his left hand hidden in his sleeve to secretly point the finger at the place where the silver-grey light disappeared on Voldemort's neck, and lightly hooked it in the air.
“Ugh—!”
Voldemort's body suddenly stiffened!
A strange torrent of sensation, ten times stronger than before, a mixture of extreme numbness, sharp pain, and twisted pleasure, instantly swept through his body like a high-voltage electric current.
The uncontrolled gasp leaked out from his clenched teeth again, with a hint of broken tremor.
He staggered back a step and bumped into the desk behind him. His scarlet pupils instantly blurred due to the sudden and completely uncontrollable sensory impact.
Abraxas stood there, his gray-blue eyes like a cold pool, reflecting the rare embarrassment of the Dark Lord.
At the fingertips of his left hand, which were stained with dark green poison marks, an extremely faint silver-gray magic thread quietly retracted into his sleeve like a living thing.
“Ugh—!”
That broken gasp filled with twisted pleasure was like a stone dropped into a silent pool, causing creepy ripples in the luxurious yet cold study.
Voldemort's tall body staggered back suddenly, and the poisonous spider silk clothes flashed with colorful yet extremely dangerous luster as he moved.
The extreme numbness was like invisible vines entwining his limbs. The sharp pain mixed with the completely uncontrollable, strange pleasure like high-voltage electric current flowed wildly in his nerves, tearing his proud willpower to pieces.
Dark green noise appeared at the edge of the field of vision, and dizziness hit the brain in waves like a tide.
He bumped into the edge of the heavy ebony desk behind him with a dull thud.
The hem of his expensive, dark purple robe had been awkwardly rolled up, revealing the dark green spiderweb pattern that had begun to spread across his pale ankle. He gripped the smooth, cold tabletop with one hand, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force, trying to maintain his balance, which was as fragile as a candle in the wind.
The other hand was twitching uncontrollably, grabbing at his heart—not because of the pain, but because of the aftermath of the strange torrent that had just swept through his body and made his soul tremble!
"Hah... uh..." The suppressed gasp leaked out from between his clenched teeth again, with a hint of hoarseness and... satisfaction that even he himself found unfamiliar and frightening?
The scarlet pupils contracted and dilated violently, like a lava lake into which a huge rock was thrown, surging with horror, humiliation, and a rage that could burn everything!
Sweat soaked the black curly hair on his forehead, slid down the cold and hard lines of his jaw, and dripped onto the poisonous spider silk clothes. It was instantly absorbed by the strange fabric, leaving a deeper dark mark.
He looked up suddenly!
The scarlet blood pupils were like the burning fire of hell, instantly locking onto the man a few steps away who was bowing elegantly, with that pale, weak, yet "relieved" smile still on his face - Abraxas Malfoy!
"What...did...you...do?!"
Each word seemed to be dragged out from the abyss of hell with great difficulty, carrying with it the smell of sulfur and murderous intent to destroy everything.
Voldemort's throat was tight with extreme anger, and his voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against bone.
He wanted to tear off this damned, toxic garment that brought him endless shame right now! Right now!
He wanted to use the cruelest black magic to grind Malfoy, who dared to play with him and control his senses, into powder piece by piece! Let him wail in agony forever!
Wand! Almost instinctively, his free hand shot up like lightning, and the yew wand instantly pointed at Abraxas' heart!
The pale green light at the tip of the staff, which was condensed to the extreme and compressed with destructive energy, flashed wildly, like the fangs of a poisonous snake ready to strike!
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