Chapter 422: 422. The Ice Princess Is Finally Going To Get Punished Tonight!**

Mireya’s hands trembled as she reached for the fastenings of her outfit. Every movement felt heavy, weighed down by the sheer intensity radiating from Rex.

She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to meet his predatory gaze, trying to maintain some semblance of the dignity she called her pride. Even as her fingers fumbled with the buttons, her mind raced with the realization of her predicament.

’He isn’t bluffing,’ she thought. "He would truly destroy everything if I tried to push it ever further."

’But this is my punishment... because of how naive and stupid I am...’

’My pride... my ego... everything leads me to this.’

Slowly, the layers fell away. First the cape, then the shirt, pooling on the floor around her kneeling form.

The cool air of the room bit at her skin, but the heat coming from Rex was far more overwhelming. She worked her way down, shedding her skirt and stockings until she was left in nothing but her lace bra and matching panties.

She sat there, exposed and vulnerable, waiting for the inevitable strike of his wrath.

Just as she prepared herself for him to close the gap, Rex spoke, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Stop," he commanded.

Mireya froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Did... did I miss something?" she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Don’t move," Rex said, stepping closer until he was hovering inches from her. "Stay exactly like that."

"Let me look at you while you realize how little control you actually have."

He didn’t wait for a response. He lunged forward, his hands moving with a violent efficiency.

There was no tenderness in his touch; he grabbed her breasts through the thin lace of her bra, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs digging into the soft tissue with bruising intent. Mireya gasped, her back arching instinctively.

"Is this what you wanted, Mireya?" Rex hissed, his mouth hovering near her ear as his other hand slid down, diving beneath the waistband of her panties. "To peel back the layers and see what’s underneath? To see if there’s a man behind the mask?"

His fingers plunged into her warmth, finding her wetness instantly. He began to work her aggressively, his movements fast and demanding, treating her body like a territory he was conquering rather than a woman he was pleasuring.

He used his thumb to grind against her clitoris with a rhythmic, punishing force that sent jolts of unwanted sensation straight to her core.

"Ah! Rex!" Mireya cried out, her composure finally fracturing.

The pleasure was sharp, almost painful because of the sheer roughness of it. The combination of the intense stimulation and his simmering rage was becoming too much to bear.

As his hand moved deeper, stretching her, she felt a surge of defiance. She couldn’t just sit here and be handled like an object.

She planted her palms against his broad, muscular chest, attempting to push him back. "Wait... slow down... you’re being too—"

"Gghhh!" She shoved with all the strength she could muster, her muscles straining against his solid frame. "G-Get away from me!"

But it was useless. Rex didn’t budge an inch.

It was like trying to move a mountain. Instead of retreating, he leaned into her shove, using his superior mass to pin her arms back against her own chest, trapping her between his body and the floor.

"Push harder," Rex taunted, a dark, mocking grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he redoubled the assault on her pussy, his fingers working her brutally. "Show me that ’ice princess’ strength."

"Try to fight me, Mireya," Rex laughed. "Try to prove you’re more than just a girl who got caught in a web of her own making."

Mireya let out a choked sob, her strength failing as her body betrayed her, responding to his rough ministrations even as her mind screamed in protest. She was trapped, completely at the mercy of a man who intended to break her.

The friction of his fingers became agonizingly intense, driving Mireya to a breaking point. The shame of enjoying such a demeaning display ignited a flicker of genuine fury within her.

"Enough!" she snapped, her voice gaining a sudden, sharp edge. "Treat me like a common slut if you must, but do not think you can simply crush my spirit along with my body!"

With a desperate surge of adrenaline, she threw her weight upward, shoving his hands away from her crotch and lashing out with her elbows. She fought with a frantic, uncoordinated energy, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, she managed to create a sliver of space, her eyes flashing with the prideful indignation of a high-ranking academy student.

Rex, however, didn’t look offended. In fact, as he watched her struggle, a dark, twisted satisfaction spread across his face.

He loved it.

The resistance, the spark of defiance in her eyes, only served to fuel his desire to dominate her further. To him, a conquest was meaningless unless the prize tried to escape first.

"There she is," Rex murmured, his voice dropping to a predatory purr. "There’s that fire."

Before she could catch her breath or attempt another push, Rex surged forward. He caught both of her wrists in a single, iron grip, slamming them above her head.

Using his immense physical advantage, he drove his shoulder into her midsection, knocking the wind out of her. Mireya tumbled backward, hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed in the magically silenced room.

Before she could even register the impact, Rex was over her. He pinned her limbs to the floor with the weight of his powerful physique, his legs straddling her hips to lock her in place.

"Even though I feel sorry for Apollo... but this is just someone who finally pays for their consequence for trying to snitch, right...?" Rex smirked. "Change your mind all you want, but I’ll fucking force you all the way till the end!"

He loomed over her, his silhouette blotting out the dim light of the room. An evil, triumphant smile played on his lips, a smile devoid of warmth, filled only with the joy of absolute victory.

"Was that a mistake, Mireya?" he asked, his eyes scanning her flushed, panicked face. "Did you think fighting back would make me gentle? It only makes me want to break you more."

He leaned down, his face inches from hers, letting her feel the terrifying heat of his presence. "You should have stayed quiet."

"You should have accepted your punishment without the theatrics."

"L-let go of me...! Rex...!!!" Mireya starts struggling, but she can’t beat him at all.

’W-What’s he doing...?! Is he always like this...?!’

Without giving her a chance to reply, he released one of her wrists to grab her breast. He squeezed the mound of flesh with a crushing, possessive grip, his fingers kneading the softness with a violence that bordered on cruelty.

"N-No...! W-where are you touching...?! T-this is too much...! You’re hurting me...!"

He watched her reaction closely, relishing the way her eyes rolled back and her breath hitched in a mix of terror and mounting arousal.

"Look at you," he sneered, his thumb dragging harshly over her nipple, pulling it taut. "The great Ice Princess, pinned to the floor like a specimen, shaking because a man decided to take what he wanted."

"Do you feel powerful now? Or do you finally feel the weight of your error?"

As Rex’s heavy weight crushed her into the floor, Mireya’s senses were a chaotic storm of humiliation and rising, traitorous heat. She stared up at the ceiling, her vision blurring as his hand continued to knead her breast with bruising force.

’God, he’s a monster...’ she thought, her teeth gritting together to keep from crying out. ’There is no logic here, no strategy, no elegance.’

’This is just raw, unfiltered brutality...’

’He’s treating me like a conquered province instead of a woman.’

She felt his thumb drag sharply over her nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her pelvis, and her hips involuntarily bucked against him. Immediately, a wave of shame washed over her.

’Stop it! Stop reacting like this!’ she scolded herself internally. ’Why does my body obey him when my mind is screaming ’no’?’

’Why am is it getting wetter the harder he treats me like trash?’

’Is this the price of saving Apollo?’

’Am I trading my body and soul just to fix the mess my own ego and pride created?’

She looked up into his eyes, seeing that dark, predatory glint, and a chill ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

’He knew... he knew exactly what he was doing when he provoked me.’

’He waited for me to snap, waited for me to show him that spark of defiance just so he could stomp it out.’

’He’s not just punishing my mistakes; he’s feeding on my pride.’

’If I keep fighting, he’ll only enjoy it more.’

’But if I submit... if I truly let him win... will there be anything left of the Mireya everyone knows?’

’Will the Ice Princess melt into nothing but a puddle of obedience under him?’

Her breath hitched as his grip tightened, the pain and the pleasure blurring into one indistinguishable ache.

’I hate him...’ her mind whispered, even as her pulse hammered a rhythm of surrender against his palm. ’I hate how much power he has...’

’...and God help me.’