N-A-A Chapter 143 The Yandere Witch's Daydreams
Chapter 143 The Yandere Witch's Daydreams
The dilapidated pirate ship sailed smoothly on the sea, except that the helm was now in Tracy's hands.
In a way, she really became Lorne's captain.
As a renowned pirate, her skills far surpassed those of a half-baked like Lorne. Even though the pirate ship had been ravaged by a storm and was in a terrible state, she could still keep it sailing smoothly on the sea.
In the distance, the familiar outline of Bayam's coastline gradually became clear in the morning light.
If it were before, both she and Lorne would have been very happy, after all, that was once the end point.
Unfortunately, the destination has changed now...
Tracy turned the helm, and the ship's direction changed accordingly...
On the day of the accident, she was piloting a "new ship" that she had recently stolen.
Her flagship, the Black Death, was at that time docked in a safe harbor that was hers alone, a little further away from Bayam.
Without the captain's orders, the ship should still be standing there.
Thinking of this, Tracy felt an unprecedented sense of joy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, forming a twisted yet satisfied smile...
She glanced back at the direction of the cabin, where her biggest "trophy" of the trip was located.
Once she returns to the Black Death, she will be the true captain, and everything will be decided by her.
She simply secured the rudder with a rope, letting the boat drift with the ocean currents and wind, then turned and walked back to that dim little "world" that belonged only to her and him.
By the way, that orange cat doesn't count as a person.
"However, that cat is quite intelligent... It can stay on the 'Black Death' as the ship's cat from now on."
Tracy remembered that Rachel had shared her food before, and since Rachel was Lorne's pet after all, it wouldn't be right to just abandon her. So she came up with a solution that would satisfy both of them.
Inside the cabin, Lorne remained fast asleep, his breathing rapid, completely unaware of his surroundings.
His face, which always looked tired from his time travel, now appeared unusually peaceful.
Tracy knelt down, extended her fingers, and gently stroked his face again and again. From his brow bone to the bridge of his nose, and then to his tightly closed lips.
She pressed her index finger against Lorne's lips, applying slight pressure... and then felt a warm, moist sensation.
Having been a witch for so many years, this was the first time she had ever felt a sense of beauty in a man...
This is what they call a change in mindset...
A person can be completely changed in just a few days.
In her mind, she had already begun to envision the future.
Once back on the Black Death, she will prepare the best room for Lorne.
No! There's no need for that. Living with myself is enough...
The two of them lived together...
Wait! Two people… Tracy suddenly thought of her blonde maid.
Right, if I live with Brando, then she'll be in my way!
Although she wasn't as beautiful as him, she was still quite attractive. If she were to accidentally seduce Brando…
No! We can't let this happen!
Should they kick her off the ship, or...? Tracy stroked her chin, lost in thought.
Clearly, this emotionally charged woman did not want any other women around Lorne.
As for what happens next... she will replace the ropes on Lorne with golden chains, keeping him firmly by her side.
He no longer needs to venture into the dangerous sea; she will shield him from all the storms.
All he needed to do was stay by her side and look at her.
Just like in the novel by Emperor Roselle...
No, the fact that the two met by chance is dramatic and romantic in itself.
He can have everything except freedom.
As for that damned Edwina Edwards... she will never, ever have the chance to see him again.
Uh… if Lorne were awake, he would definitely think Tracy had gone mad and would try to run away… but unfortunately he didn’t.
In terms of physical enhancement, the "monster" approach is not particularly strong, and the Sequence 7 "Lucky One" is no match for the Sequence 5 "Witch of Pain" in terms of strength.
Therefore, despite being afflicted by the disease and Tracy's precise strike, he remained in a coma.
"However... it's best not to let my mother know..." Tracy thought of something, and her expression became slightly downcast.
Joy comes with sorrow.
When Tracy first encountered the shipwreck, she really hoped that her mother would appear to rescue her, after all, she didn't want to experience the feeling of being abandoned... But now, since someone has appeared who has been able to save her three times in a row and accept her... then, that twisted family relationship doesn't seem to matter so much anymore.
Now, in Tracy's mind, her mother and the witch cult are getting in the way... A treasure like Brando's can't be known by other witches.
She knew all too well the character of her fellow witches in the sect, especially the high-ranking witches; they loved to feign innocence, but were also masters at manipulating people's hearts...
Over the long years, they committed countless heinous crimes.
For them, someone like Brando, who could resist their repeated temptations, was a perfect toy...
Therefore, she must protect him and prevent the other witches from finding out...
And equally crucially, once her mother arrives, her entire warehouse of extraordinary materials will surely be discovered, and her desire to break free from the sect, ascend to demigod status, and gain complete freedom will be dashed.
To truly live happily ever after, one must acquire sufficient power; becoming a demigod is essential.
"Don't blame me, Brando..." she murmured softly, "It's all to 'protect' you."
"It's also to protect our future."
She pulled Lorne's arm and wrapped the rope around his wrist, then pulled it to the headboard and tied a secure knot.
Next was the other hand.
Finally, the feet.
Tracy held Lorne's limbs firmly in place, leaving him lying there in a fully extended but immobile position.
After doing all this, Tracy took two steps back and admired her work with satisfaction.
Bound, he looked even more alluring than usual… Tracy swallowed hard.
Lorne's powerless stance effectively brought out certain of Tracy's witch-like qualities.
Damn it, the pleasure potion had already been digested... but I just couldn't help it...
She instinctively reached out, wanting to lift it...
No, no, I must resist... Tracy forcefully suppressed her witch instincts.
"The environment here is so dirty..."
"It was mentioned in one of Roselle's novels..."
"This kind of thing should be done in a more sacred place..."
"I need to calm down..." Tracy suppressed her inner impulse, forced herself to leave the room, and awkwardly returned to the cockpit.
"Eh..." Inside the cockpit, Tracy, wearing Lorne's coat, stretched and managed to regain her composure.
Suddenly, the faint lights on the sea surface caught her attention...
With her superhuman vision, she noticed that there seemed to be more ships around Bayam... and many of them were church ships...
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I didn't expect so many readers to support me...
Someone commented about the book being listed, and I checked with the editor; it seems it's indeed ready for release...