Inside the bathroom, the air instantly felt as though it had frozen. Ordion, Alvein, Alrian, Kylen, Dylan, Davin, and Arion stood paralyzed in their respective spots.
Their eyes widened, filled with absolute shock as they saw the door open and found Allen and Alrain stepping inside. It was not the presence of those two youths that shocked them, but rather the figure of their husband, Arvin, who walked in with heavy steps while forcefully carrying someone's body over his shoulder.
"Darling, what are you doing?!" Kylen exclaimed, breaking the silence, his voice trembling violently from shock. "Why did you bring him in here?"
Yet, Arvin completely ignored the barrage of questions from his sixth spouse. His face was entirely deadpan, stripped of all the warmth he usually displayed.
With a chilling, emotionless gaze, he strode purposefully toward the center of the spacious bathroom.
Crack!
Arvin manipulated his ice element, conjuring a massive block of solid ice that formed perfectly on the floor, and laid Victor's body down upon its surface.
Clack!
Tendrils of darkness manifested from thin air, morphing into dense black chains. The dark elemental chains shot forth swiftly, instantly shackling both of Victor's wrists and spreading them forcefully in opposite directions across the block of ice.
"What are you doing?!" Victor cried out in panic, his body thrashing wildly against the bindings that locked his hands. "Let me go, Arvin!"
Hearing the shout, Arvin slowly turned his head. His gaze swept across the room, staring at his nine spouses one by one with a cold and piercing look.
"Let not a single one of you dare to interfere, if you don't wish to be hurt!"
That absolute threat leaving their husband's lips successfully made all nine of them flinch.
Their hearts raced. It was the very first time they had ever felt such a thick, cold, and deadly murderous aura emanating directly from the person they loved so deeply. That threat rooted their feet to the ground, stripping away their courage to step forward.
Ignoring the shocked and horrified stares of all his spouses, Arvin immediately began his actions. With brute force, he stripped off Victor's trousers and underwear, leaving his lower body completely exposed and entirely naked.
"What are you doing, Arvin?!" Victor snapped hysterically. A wave of shock and horror instantly struck his sanity as he realized he had been forcibly stripped bare in front of so many people. "Why are you committing such a barbaric act?!"
Feeling helpless beneath the King of Terror's grip, Victor turned his head in desperation. He looked at all of Arvin's spouses with a pleading gaze mixed with immense panic. "I beg of you... please stop your husband!"
However, fear had paralyzed them. Not a single one of the nine youths dared to step forward to defy their husband's command. They could only watch from where they stood, serving as silent witnesses to the nightmare unfolding before them.
Clack!
The dark elemental chains reappeared. This time, they tightly coiled around both of Victor's ankles, forcefully pulling them outward, securely locking the purple-haired youth in a spread-eagle position atop the block of ice.
Now, his hole was vividly exposed to Arvin's eyes.
With slow motions, Arvin began to remove his own trousers and underwear. When the final piece of fabric was discarded, a fully erect shaft was clearly exposed in the bathroom.
"Arvin... I beg you, stop!" Victor pleaded, sobbing. His face turned deathly pale, an overwhelming terror seizing the depths of his heart as his eyes caught sight of the shaft clearly exposed before him.
Yet, Arvin paid no mind whatsoever to the youth's string of pleas. As if he had lost all sense of reason, he brought his rigid shaft right to the front of Victor's hole.
"Are... are you going to rape me right here just for the sake of possessing me?" Victor asked, his voice trembling violently, tears beginning to pool in the corners of his eyes. "Arvin, I beg of you, don't do this to me!"
Gasp!
In that very instant, Victor's breath hitched violently in his throat. His heart felt as if it had stopped beating when he could feel the head of the erect shaft making direct contact with the surface of his fear-twitching hole.
"I beg you, stop!" the youth pleaded even more pitifully and desperately, his sobs sounding heart-wrenching. "If you truly want me, please give me a white symbol! Don't give me a black symbol that will later become my disgrace, Arvin!"
Panic continued to assault and ravage the youth's mind. His sanity was pushed to the brink as the pressure from the head of the shaft touching the surface of his hole began to push forward, attempting to force its way in.
In his absolute desperation, Victor screamed out his deepest secret. "I admit it! I admit it, I do like you, Arvin! Are you angry with me because you already knew that I secretly harbor feelings for you?!"
The nine spouses of Arvin who heard this, gasped in shock, discovering the unexpected truth about Victor's feelings that he actually liked their husband.
And with that startling confession, they felt as though they had found the answer. They finally understood why their husband suddenly appeared so driven by the desire to rape the youth in order to conquer him.
But to Arvin, all those voices were nothing more than passing wind. He cared nothing for the confession of love, cared nothing for the sobs, and cared nothing for the pleas he heard.
"Ugh...." Victor whimpered, enduring the pain at the surface of his hole.
The youth could feel that Arvin's shaft was more than ready to tear him apart and thrust completely inside.
"I beg you, don't do this, Arvin! STOOOOP.....!!!!!!" Victor screamed hysterically, his voice shrill and full of despair.
Splash!
A magical explosion of water mixed with earth generated a blast of high-pressure mud. The massive, torrential burst shot forward and slammed into Arvin's chest with extraordinary force.
Whoosh! Thud!
The body of the King of Terror was instantly thrown far backward before finally crashing into the solid, sturdy bathroom wall with a deafening thud.
The echoing sound of Victor's hysterical scream, immediately followed by the loud crash of a body hitting the wall, created a terrifying reverberation that not only swirled within the bathroom but could also be heard clearly all the way out to the shelter house hall.
Everyone who was still in the hall instantly froze. A gripping tension crept over them, making them extremely worried and terrified as they thought of the unfortunate fate of Victor, who was currently trapped inside with the King of Terror.
Inside the bathroom, Arvin slowly stood up. His body was now covered in the mud left over from the magical strike. He straightened his posture and slowly lifted his face.
His eyes glared intensely at the youth. The glint in his eyes was as cold as ice, as though he were staring at a helpless prey.
With slow, heavy, and intimidating footsteps, Arvin began to walk toward Victor, who was still bound helplessly in a spread-eagle position atop the block of ice.
Seeing the figure of the King of Terror now walking back toward him with a ruthless glare that looked as if it wanted to murder him, Victor could only fall silent, his body trembling violently, entirely consumed by a terror that gripped him down to the very core of his soul.