Ch 156: Baal’s Drug Trial

Bal, dragged into the secret chamber by Phia, was thrown into a corner. He wanted to struggle, but Phia offered him an irresistible condition, so Bal could only remain on the ground wriggling.

“Nia, demonstrate the alchemy process again. This time, I’ll monitor the entire process with magic.”

Phia extended her palm, condensing magic in her palm. A magic formation, shimmering with green light like a breath, on her palm was aimed at the alchemy crucible. Nia nodded. She poured the base liquid used for alchemy into the crucible, lit a fire, and began to add herbs one by one.

“Stop!”

Phia stopped Nia from adding more herbs after Nia had added the Purple Spirit Herb.

“The components of the Purple Spirit Herb haven’t permeated the base liquid yet. Add it later.”

Nia nodded. After a while, once Phia confirmed that the next herb could be added, she began to add the Rat Tooth Herb.

“Stir more slowly. The components of the Rat Tooth Herb can’t seep out too quickly; otherwise, it will overreact.”

Phia monitored the reaction in the crucible with magic. Nia took notes while continuing to add herbs as Phia instructed. Both their faces were filled with satisfied smiles, but there was one wriggler in the secret chamber who wasn’t very happy.

“Phia, my hands are a little numb. Can you loosen them a bit?”

Bal tentatively spoke. If Phia could give his hands a little more space, he could use the throwing knives hidden on his body to escape.

“Shut up. I’m doing something beneficial for you. Behave.”

Phia didn’t even turn her head. She used magic silk thread to confiscate all the weapons and equipment hidden on Bal’s body.

“I forgot you still hide these things. You almost got away. It’s good you spoke up, reminding me.”

Bal was heartbroken. Why was his mouth so troublesome? He spoke to this little Demon King, who he had shared a bed with for so long, about his hands. Thinking of this, Bal was so upset that he couldn’t close his mouth. He kept hitting his head against the floor cushion Phia had thrown to the ground.

After more than an hour, Phia and Nia finally finished brewing the potion.

“Want to try it? Sister-in-law.”

The Little Fox was now convinced by Phia’s superb magic skills, unfortunately not used for anything proper.

“There’s a guinea pig lying here, don’t you think, Husband~”

Phia glanced at a certain wriggler. The wriggler was already lying on the ground waiting to die, without any reaction. Phia nodded. Holding the newly brewed energy potion, she squatted in front of Bal.

“Blue and white stripes.”

“What?”

Phia asked Bal in confusion. She hadn’t heard what Bal had just said.

“Underpants, blue and white striped ones.”

Bal’s eyes were fixed on a place they shouldn’t be. Phia had fixed Bal’s head with magic silk thread, so he couldn’t avoid looking. And rather than seeing Phia’s triumphant smile, it was better to look at something pleasing to the eye; a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

After hearing Bal’s words, Phia smiled evilly, put the potion on the table, and changed her posture, sitting on Bal’s stomach.

“I didn’t expect you to be so impatient. You’re such a lecherous dog.”

“Look, I’m a lecherous dog, and you’re such a beautiful girl. It’s not good for me to be like this with you. Please, Lord, forgive my sins, and just treat me as if I were a fart, okay?”

Bal’s will to survive squeezed the last bit of humor from his brain. Phia was amused by Bal’s words; she laughed wildly on Bal’s stomach before leaning down.

“A beautiful girl wouldn’t fart, you idiot.”

As soon as Phia finished speaking, a series of “pffft” sounds came from Nia’s side. Bal and Phia both turned their gazes, and Nia, under their gaze, blushed and covered her face in embarrassment.

“I have something to do, so I’ll go first. Sister-in-law, tell me about the effect of the medicine when you’re finished.”

Having said that, Nia fled the secret chamber.

“That…”

“Shut up, open your mouth!”

As soon as Bal tried to speak, Phia pinched his cheeks. She used magic silk thread to take the potion and then directly stuffed the bottle opening into Bal’s mouth.

“Hmph, let you taste this too.”

After Bal finished drinking the potion, Phia removed the medicine bottle. She got up, walked to the side, and began to check Bal’s body using magic.

“Are you hot?”

“It’s okay, no difference.”

Phia thought for a moment; maybe the effect hadn’t taken place yet, so she continued to wait.

After a while, Phia tapped Bal with her foot.

“How do you feel?”

“It’s a little boring being tied up like this, but nothing else has changed.”

“That’s not right?”

Phia picked up the empty medicine bottle. She took out the potion residue on the bottle wall and checked the ingredients using magic.

“There’s no problem. What’s going on?”

After saying this, Phia stuck out her tongue and tasted it. It was then that Bal remembered that he seemed to be immune to all poisons, but it was too late to realize this now. Bal turned to look at Phia; Phia hung her head, her body twitching, her face hidden by her bangs, making her expression unclear.

“Phia? Wife? Say something. I’m a little scared.”

Bal trembled and wriggled on the ground, trying to escape the secret chamber, but how could Phia allow that?

“Hus~band~”

Phia raised her head; the aura around her seemed to have turned pink. Bal stopped wriggling halfway; it wasn’t because he was tired, but because of Phia’s call; he felt he might really die here; life or death was up to fate.

“Husband, don’t run away~”

Phia used magic to enhance her body. She used a princess carry to pick up the still-bound Bal and walked directly out of the secret chamber, ignoring Nia’s voice, carrying Bal back to the room.

What happened next was too brutal to be described.

Fortunately, Phia only drank a little of the potion, but even that little bit, combined with her period, tormented Bal for two hours. When Phia regained her composure, Bal was lying peacefully on the bed, looking like he had been gone for some time.

“Bal?”

Phia poked Bal’s face, her voice filled with worry.

“Are you okay? Bal.”

“I’m…okay. It’s just that my kidneys told me they’re not feeling well. Doctor, is there any hope?”

Hearing Bal still making jokes, Phia breathed a sigh of relief, then she lay down in Bal’s arms.

“No hope. Prepare for your kidneys’ farewell ceremony. I’ll find you a new pair.”

Phia gently rubbed against Bal, and Bal reached out to stroke the cat’s head.

“Is there any water? I’m a little thirsty.”

“Open your mouth.”

Bal opened his mouth as Phia instructed. Phia put a finger to Bal’s lips, and she used magic to create water, which flowed from Phia’s fingertip into Bal’s mouth.

After Bal had drunk enough, he patted Phia’s head, and Phia stopped the flow of water.

“Was it good?”

“Everything you make is good.”

“Sweet talker.”

Phia lay back in Bal’s arms, and the two enjoyed the quiet time.

“Father, Mother, Philia is back!”

Unfortunately, this peace didn’t last long. The naive Philia directly pushed open the door and entered the room. She rushed to Bal’s side, grabbed his arm and began to rub against him.

“Mother, why aren’t you wearing any clothes? Father too. What were you doing?”

“We…we were just sleeping. It was a little hot, so we took off our clothes.”

“Oh, I’ll go do my homework first. Father and Mother, hurry up and get up. It’s time for dinner.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

After seeing Philia off, the two relaxed.

“Get up.”

“Mmm.”