After taking a few turns, he found himself deep in the alley.

The houses in this area were all quite decrepit, and there were very few people living here, so it wasn't as lively and bustling as it had been earlier. As a result, Erwin was able to hear the sound that had brought him here more clearly.

After taking a moment to determine where the sound was coming from, Erwin was already able to accurately identify the room that was the source of the sound.

At the moment, he was carefully creeping through the alley like an excited wandering spirit.

As a seasoned veteran when it came to intergender relations, Erwin was able to discern the age of the woman through her voice.

Judging from how tender the voice is, it should be quite a young woman, Erwin thought to himself with a sly grin, then silently opened the dilapidated door of the neighboring house, which was already slightly ajar.

No one had lived in the house for many years, so it was already covered in dust and in severe disrepair, and there wasn't even a place to stand. However, Erwin didn't care about any of that.

He carefully tiptoed his way up the old wooden staircase with his ear pressed against the wall, trying to discern which room the sound was coming from.

Truth be told, there was no need for him to be so careful as the sound of the wooden bed repeatedly banging into the wall of the neighboring house and the rhythmic squeaking of the bed's joints were already sufficient to drown out the sound of his footsteps.

He made his way into the main bedroom on the second floor, then cast his gaze toward a certain wall with a sly grin.

There was only a single wall separating him from his destination.

He didn't know why he had suddenly become so perverted and twisted on this day, or if he had actually always been like this.

He raised a finger, and faint purple light began to gather on his fingertip. After that, he brought his index finger and middle finger together, then drilled his fingers bit by bit into a crack on the wall.

Finally, a ray of light passed through the crack.

Through the small hole, which was two fingers thick, he was able to see the riveting scene unfolding on the other side of the wall.

He was greeted by the sight of a naked woman with her wrists and ankles tied together. Her head was buried deep in a pillow, and her voluptuous rear end was raised up high.

Behind her was a magic puppet that was glowing with faint blue light, and it was holding a whip of light, which it was using to lash the woman's body over and over again in a merciless fashion.

The whip didn't discriminate or hesitate, striking wherever it wanted, including the woman's back, legs, rear end, and even her vital regions on several occasions.

With each whip lash that landed on her body, the woman would moan as she shuddered, enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure. As a result, the wooden bed beneath her was also being jolted over and over again, and its joints were creaking incessantly.

Erwin watched the unfolding scene with wide eyes, and the look on his face became more and more perverted, while the grin on his face also became more and more pronounced. He took a close look at the magic puppet, and he was feeling extremely intrigued.

It was clear that the woman didn't possess a great deal of magic power, and the magic puppet was also very rudimentary. As a result, she completely failed to detect Erwin's presence while basking in her own world of pleasure and bliss.

Erwin spread open his palm, and faint purple magic energy quickly began to spread over the surface of the wall, infiltrating the building material before melting the wall away. Thus, an opening large enough for him to walk through quickly appeared.

He strode into the room and smiled as he glanced at the woman on the bed, then flicked a finger toward the magic puppet, and the puppet was instantly dispelled into thin air mid-whip-stroke.

The woman was a little alarmed after failing to feel the whip on her skin, and she wanted to turn around to see what was happening.

However, she had tied a sash around her own eyes as a blindfold, so even after turning around, she wasn't able to see very clearly. All that she could make out was the blurry outline of a man making his way toward her.

"Who are you?" The woman was very alarmed by this, and she struggled and writhed in an attempt to get up. However, the timer on the binding spells she had placed onto her own wrists and ankles still hadn't expired yet, so she wasn't even able to turn over.

"Looks like you're thoroughly enjoying yourself here," Erwin said with an amused smile as his eyes roamed over the woman's naked body. At the same time, he injected some more magic power into the spells that were binding the woman's wrists and ankles, so there really was no way that she could struggle free now.

"Don't come near me... Leave me alone..." The woman was on the brink of tears as she watched Erwin draw closer and closer.

Erwin raised a finger to his own lips to make a silencing gesture, even though the woman couldn't see what he was doing. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to attract more people here, would you?"

Indeed, if more people were to see her in her current state, her life would essentially be over. She would be permanently labeled as lecherous and shameless swine, and needless to say, her reputation would be decimated. Thus, she could only accept this humiliation, sobbing as she buried her face into the pillow again.

The main reason for her distress was her sense of shame. After all, she was in an extremely compromising pose without a single item of clothing on her body, and she was in the presence of a man that she didn't know.

However, the man's gentle and captivating voice seemed to have some kind of magical ability to enrapture the senses, and she found herself unable to think or do anything.

Erwin's fingertip glided over her skin, causing her to shiver, following which a numb and powerless sensation spread through her entire body.

She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the experience of having the hand of a stranger roaming over her body as it pleased. it seemed that she had already abandoned her dignity and had been reduced to a pet, one that was using its body to carefully savor the feeling of its owner's palm.

She was even thinking that the magic puppet that had given her so much pleasure earlier had been too mechanical and stiff in its whipping motion, and she was wondering what it would feel like if the whip were being held by this man instead.

However, her sense of self-restraint was constantly dragging her back to reality, and the reality was that there was a man that she was completely unfamiliar with in the same room as her, and she was lying on the bed completely nude, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Amid a sense of fear and anticipation, the woman fell silent. She was feeling very lost and conflicted. She really wanted to take a look at the man beside her, but she didn't dare to do so. She wanted to beg him to let her go, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything, either.

Even if the omnipotent Universal Lord could appear at this very moment to rescue her and take her away, she would have to think about whether she wanted to go with them. That dreamy voice was stroking her heartstrings and captivating the innermost feelings in her heart, while that demonic hand was roaming over her body, alternating between caressing and squeezing, completely humiliating her but also opening up what felt like a brand new world for her, a world in which she dared to look directly at her own emotions and fetishes.

As the scorching hand grabbed onto her chin, she didn't resist at all. Instead, she extended her delicate tongue and began to gently lick the back of the man's hand.

Look at me, I'm like a pet dog trying to suck up to its owner, she thought to herself in a self-deprecating manner with what little remained of her rationality. She thought of the pet dog she had at home, which always liked to spring up and down from the sofa. Whenever the energetic dog caught sight of her, it would immediately rush over enthusiastically to lick her toes.

Through the sash over her eyes, she was just barely able to make out a gruesome wound on the back of the man's hand, and she could also smell oil paint from the tips of the man's fingers.

The smell of the oil painting immediately drew her thoughts back to the mural that she had witnessed in the cathedral.

After visiting the cathedral and seeing the artwork earlier in the day, she was filled with a sense of inexplicable desire that she was unable to release. It was constantly surging and flowing through her body, and she was unable to suppress her innermost desires, which was why she had resorted to such a terrible idea.

"You don't seem to fear me anymore," Erwin said, feeling rather surprised by the woman's reaction to him.

A faint blush appeared on the woman's face, and she wanted to turn her head to the side, but her chin was still locked firmly in place by Erwin's hand.

Finally, Erwin released her chin, then gave her voluptuous rear-end a vicious slap.

The woman let loose an involuntary cry, and she immediately buried her face into the pillow again to muffle her voice. She was truly afraid of attracting more people to the scene, but Erwin had no such qualms.

A glowing golden magic whip appeared in his grasp.

When it came to sexually torturing women, he was an expert. He had been a regular at all types of mansions from a young age, and with the likes of Larwood providing him with guidance, he had become quite skilled over the years.

A string of loud slaps rang out, and the woman's fantasies were realized. Immense pain and pleasure were repeatedly jolting through her nerves, making her feel as if she were an infant in a storm, facing the fierce wind and pelting rain with her naked body, unable to do anything aside from sob. Under the dazzling golden whip, her soul was being repeatedly baptized.

Shortly thereafter, she heaved a satisfied sigh, which was preceded by a blissful moan, and she finally understood why the background of the mural was so vague and chaotic. That setting was just like the current state of her mind, completely jumbled and chaotic, yet also impossibly blissful at the same time.

Erwin was a healthy young man who hadn't laid his hands on a woman for a long time. He was always surrounded by the likes of Onean and Lana, who he could see but couldn't sample, and his body was feeling as hot as a piece of metal in a blast furnace.

The flames of desire that had been pent up inside him this entire time finally found an outlet to be released in the form of this woman, and Erwin's mind was instilled with an unprecedented sense of clarity.

The woman also had her wish fulfilled, and she was gasping for air with her eyes narrowed. Her mind was completely blank, and she felt as if she had been born anew.

Meanwhile, Erwin was leaning against the wall like a saint, looking out at the night sky through the window with a thoughtful expression.

A long while later, the woman finally began to gradually return to her senses.

"Untie me," the woman said in a quiet voice with a deep blush on her face.

Only then did Erwin realize that the woman was still in the same pose from before.

"Why would I untie you? Don't you enjoy being like this?" Erwin jeered in an indifferent voice, putting on a cold and uncaring display, as if he could leave at any moment.

The woman was furious, but for some reason, she was also extremely enamored with the tone of Erwin's voice. For some reason, being insulted and degraded brought her a sense of unprecedented joy that she had never felt before.

Erwin rose to his feet before turning to the woman with an intrigued expression, then tore off the sash that was covering her eyes before examining her features under the moonlight.

The woman's looks were quite ordinary, and she definitely wouldn't stand out in a crowd of noblewomen. Furthermore, there were some freckles on either side of the bridge of her nose, and that was the only remarkable feature of her face.

The factors that had convinced Erwin that the woman was from a noble family were her clothes, which were strewn all over the bed, the perfume that she was wearing on her body, the smoothness of her skin, and the luster of her hair.

Truth be told, the woman was dreading the moment that her blindfold would be torn off as she was afraid that she would be greeted by the sight of a hideous man, and that would completely destroy the blissful memory of this night.

Thus, she was unwilling to open her eyes initially, but in the end, she was unable to suppress her own curiosity. With the light of the moon shining in through the window, she was able to see Erwin's handsome face and clean and pure eyes, and she was stunned into silence.

In that instant, she was struck by a sense of inferiority, and she was even beginning to feel like she was the one who had taken advantage of Erwin, rather than the other way around.

To Erwin's surprise, the woman turned her face away to avert her gaze, then began to sob softly again.

"Am I that scary to look at?" Erwin asked in a surprised voice.

The woman shook her head vigorously in response, but she refused to face Erwin.

Erwin heaved a faint sigh, then said, "Alright, you can keep crying, I'll be going now."

Upon arriving at the entrance of the room, he turned to take a look at the woman, and he discovered that she was still sobbing to herself, making no further request for him to untie her.

Thus, Erwin could only turn back around, and with a flick of his finger, the spell that was binding her ankles and wrists was undone.

However, the woman continued to lie on the bed with her rear end sticking up, sobbing into her pillow.

Erwin was completely out of tricks at this point, and he sat down onto the side of the bed with a resigned expression.

He felt as if he were truly about to faint from hunger.

Everything that had just transpired seemed so unrealistic and absurd.