In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 130: [ - - ] - Aliana’s Downfall (Part - 1)

Chapter 130: [Chapter - 130] - Aliana’s Downfall (Part - 1)

"You will have to get in line," Seraphine said calmly, not even bothering to look at the lightning gathering in Aliana’s hand.

Aliana screamed. The sound was raw, feral. It wasn’t the scream of a noblewoman; it was the scream of a monster who had finally been denied.

"Die!"

She thrust her hand forward.

CRACK-BOOM.

A bolt of purple lightning, thick as a man’s arm, erupted from her palm. It tore through the air, scorching the carpet, aimed directly at Seraphine’s face. It was a kill shot. A strike meant to vaporize flesh and bone instantly.

Seraphine didn’t move. She didn’t flinch. She just took another sip of her tea.

The lightning hit.

Or rather, it tried to.

Two inches from Seraphine’s nose, the bolt slammed into an invisible wall.

FIZZ.

There was no explosion. No shockwave. The lightning simply... vanished. It dissipated into harmless sparks, skittering across a shimmering, translucent golden barrier that flared into existence for a split second before fading back into invisibility.

Aliana froze. Her hand was still outstretched, smoke curling from her fingertips. Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"What..." she stammered. "What was that? What happened?"

Seraphine set her tea cup down with a delicate clink.

"Too hot," she murmured, ignoring her stepdaughter entirely.

"What did you do, bitch?" Aliana’s shock turned into a hysterical rage. "Magic? You have magic?"

"How?! No... This can’t be right. You are a peasant, you whore! You are nothing!"

She raised both hands this time. The air in the room grew heavy with static. Her hair floated around her head like a halo of static electricity.

"BURN!"

She unleashed a torrent of lightning. Bolt after bolt slammed into the space around Seraphine.

FIZZ. FIZZ. FIZZ.

But nothing changed. The result was the same. Each one of the bolts of lightning was swallowed by the golden aura. The barrier didn’t even ripple against Aliana’s attacks..

Seraphine sighed, looking bored. She reached for a biscuit.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Aliana shrieked, her voice cracking. "I am a blessed being! Blessed by the thunder god himself. I am Level 10! My power is divine! How are you stopping it?!"

"I have my own ways," a muffled voice said from somewhere near the floor.

Aliana blinked. She looked around. "Who said that?"

The heavy velvet tablecloth covering the table Seraphine sat at rustled.

A hand reached out from beneath the hem of Seraphine’s dress.

Then a head followed.

Leo crawled out from between Seraphine’s legs.

He was on his hands and knees. His hair was messy. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a smear of moisture glistening on his lips.

He stood up slowly, stretching his back like a cat. He ignored Aliana completely. He turned to Seraphine, who was looking down at him with a fond, flushed smile.

"Better?" Leo asked.

"Much," Seraphine purred.

Leo leaned in. He grabbed her face and kissed her. It wasn’t a quick peck. It was deep, wet, and thorough. He tasted her, claiming her right in front of the woman who wanted them both dead.

Seraphine moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Aliana stared. Her brain couldn’t process the image. The man she hated. The woman she loathed. Kissing. After he had just crawled out from under her skirt.

"You..." Aliana whispered, her voice trembling with revulsion. "You were... under the table?"

Leo broke the kiss with a wet pop. He turned slowly to face Aliana. He wiped his mouth again, deliberately staring at her.

"Peekaboo," Leo smirked.

Aliana’s face contorted. It twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. The veins in her neck bulged.

"YOU!" she screamed. "FILTH! YOU DARE TOUCH HER IN FRONT OF ME?!"

"I touch her everywhere," Leo said calmly. "Front, back, under the table, over the table. She’s very flexible. Unlike you. You look stiff, Princess. Need a massage?"

"I WILL KILL YOU!" Aliana roared. "I AM A GODDESS! I HAVE THE POWER OF THORUG! I WILL TURN YOU INTO ASH!"

She charged.

She didn’t use magic this time. She drew the silver rapier at her hip. The blade hummed with electricity. She lunged, aiming for Leo’s heart.

"Die, peasant!"

Leo didn’t draw his sword. He didn’t even move his feet.

[System Alert: Hostile Intent Detected.]

[Attack Shield: Active (Duration: 18 minutes remaining).]

The rapier struck Leo’s chest.

CLANG.

It bounced off the invisible barrier. The shockwave rattled Aliana’s arm all the way to her shoulder. She gasped, nearly dropping the weapon.

"Is that it?" Leo asked, looking down at the blade. "My turn."

He moved.

He stepped inside her guard. He didn’t punch her. He didn’t stab her.

SMACK.

He slapped her across the face.

It wasn’t a slap to hurt. It was a slap to humiliate. It stung. It left a red handprint on her pale cheek instantly.

Aliana stumbled back, clutching her face. "You struck me? I am a Lady!"

"You’re a brat," Leo corrected.

She swiped at him again with the sword, a clumsy, angry slash.

Leo ducked under it effortlessly. He popped up behind her.

SMACK.

He slapped her ass. Hard.

"Eeep!" Aliana yelped, jumping forward. She spun around, face crimson. "How dare you! You pervert! You animal!"

"Your stance is wide open," Leo criticized, shaking his head. "And your ass is flat. Seraphine’s is much better. Bouncier."

"SHUT UP!" Aliana shrieked.

She summoned a ball of lightning in her left hand and threw it at his face.

Leo caught it.

His Attack Shield flared, absorbing the magic instantly. The ball vanished into his palm.

He closed his fist, extinguishing the light.

"Magic trick," Leo grinned, "Do you want to see another one?"

He lunged.

Aliana tried to backpedal, but she tripped over the hem of her combat dress. She fell backward onto the carpet.

Leo was on her instantly. He straddled her waist, pinning her legs to the floor with his weight.

"Get off me!" Aliana screamed, thrashing. She tried to claw at his face, but he caught her wrists. He pinned them above her head with one hand.

"You like being on top, don’t you?" Leo whispered, his face inches from hers. "You like looking down on people. Mud on your dress? Kill a village. Someone talks back? Burn them."

He squeezed her wrists until she whimpered.

"Well, look at you now, Princess. You’re on the bottom. You’re in the dirt."

"My father will kill you!" she sobbed, tears of rage leaking from her eyes. "He will flay you!"

"Your father is running away," Leo laughed darkly. "He’s packing his gold and leaving you behind. Didn’t you hear him? Fifteen minutes. Tick tock."

"Liar!"

"Believe what you want."

Leo shifted his weight. He used his free hand. He didn’t hit her.

He grabbed her breast.

He squeezed the metal breastplate, his fingers finding the soft flesh underneath the armor. He groped her, roughly, casually, like she was a cheap tavern wench.

"NO!" Aliana shrieked, bucking her hips. "DON’T TOUCH ME! I AM PURE! I AM HOLY!"

"You’re spoiled meat," Leo sneered.

He released her breast and moved his hand lower. He rubbed his palm over her crotch, grinding the fabric of her dress into her.

"Disgusting," Leo whispered. "You think you’re special? You’re just another hole. And not even a good one."

He stood up, releasing her wrists.

Aliana scrambled backward, crab-walking away from him until her back hit the wall. She was panting, her hair a bird’s nest, her dress disheveled, her armor crooked. She looked wild and broken.

She stared at him with wide, terrified eyes. The arrogance was gone. The "Thunder-Blessed" goddess was just a frightened girl who had realized she wasn’t the main character no more.

"You..." she wheezed. "You monster..."

Leo ignored her. He turned back to the table.

Seraphine was still sitting there. She hadn’t moved. She was watching the scene with a dark, satisfied glint in her amber eyes. She took another sip of tea.

"Well done," Seraphine murmured.

Aliana looked at her stepmother. She saw the lack of pity. She saw the triumph.

"Mother..." Aliana whispered, her voice cracking. "Help me. Please. He’s crazy."

Seraphine stood up slowly. She smoothed her skirt.

She walked over to where Aliana was huddled on the floor. She stopped in front of her.

Aliana looked up, hope flickering in her eyes. "Mother?"

Seraphine reached down. She grabbed a fistful of Aliana’s blonde hair.

"Ow!" Aliana cried out.

Seraphine yanked, forcing Aliana’s head back, forcing her to look up into Seraphine’s cold, dead eyes.

"Do not call me Mother," Seraphine hissed. "You lost that right when you burned my home."

She leaned down, her face a mask of terrifying calm.

"You think this is bad, Aliana? You think a few slaps and some groping is torture?"

Seraphine smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile.

"Do you think it is over?"

She released Aliana’s hair, shoving her head back against the wall with a thud.

"Oh, baby," Seraphine whispered. "It hasn’t even begun."

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