Genshin Impact: Villain Life Sim

[The reason for Yelan's conviction was straightforward: Uncle Tian's daughter, Huixin, provided critical testimony, claiming she personally witnessed Yelan poisoning Uncle Tian's food.]

[Further investigation by the Ministry of Civil Affairs confirmed the presence of poison in the food. Whether it was bad luck or sheer misfortune, Yelan was the only one among the four present who didn't consume the fish soup, leaving no trace of poison in her system. Coupled with Huixin's testimony, Yelan was swiftly convicted.]

[Uncle Tian, as one of the most approachable members of the Liyue Qixing, was highly respected among the people. His assassination was an egregious case that demanded swift resolution to quell public outrage.]

[Even without Huixin's testimony, if forced to choose between Uncle Tian's protégé, seen as a son, and a reclusive, enigmatic operative like Yelan, the conclusion would likely have been the same.]

[You weren't sure why Huixin gave false testimony, but you surmised it was to protect you. Compared to her distant acquaintance with Yelan, her desire to shield you from harm was far stronger. For someone as upright as Huixin, making such a decision couldn't have been easy.]

[When you saw Huixin again, you showed no doubt or suspicion, instead affirming her testimony and condemning Yelan as the poisoner.]

[Even with Ningguang as her ally, Yelan couldn't escape conviction. However, her punishment was mitigated; she was sentenced to ten years in prison, and her assets, including the Yan Shang Teahouse and her estate, were transferred to Huixin as compensation.]

[Uncle Tian's funeral was hosted by the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor with the highest honors. The parlor had a long-standing policy of providing free services to those who made significant contributions to Liyue. Uncle Tian, who had dedicated his life to the nation, undoubtedly deserved such a grand farewell.]

[Though he left behind little wealth, the funeral procession stretched for miles. For the first time, you felt a pang of guilt over your decisions.]

[While the immediate cause of Uncle Tian's death was Huixin's accidental overuse of the poison, the accumulated toxins you had administered over time had laid the foundation for his demise.]

[A month later, as planned, you inherited Uncle Tian's legacy and officially became Tianshu. To achieve this position before the age of thirty was faster than even your wildest dreams. Yet, you found no joy in your success.]

[Uncle Tian's death weighed heavily on you, and even as Tianshu, you remained a puppet of the Fatui. You knew you needed to find a way to break free from their control.]

[Three months later, you married Huixin, an outcome that seemed natural to everyone. You knew she cared deeply for you, though to you, she felt more like an older sister.]

[The marriage also bolstered your public image. You weren't just inheriting Uncle Tian's responsibilities; you had also married his daughter. The narrative painted you as a young, accomplished, humble, and grateful leader—a model politician wrapped in a veneer of virtue.]

[After your marriage, Huixin's inherited assets, including the Yan Shang Teahouse and Yelan's former estate, became joint property.]

[But the moment she saw you, her somewhat cloudy eyes still showed a glimmer of light. The thousands of words in your heart finally turned into just one sentence - "We are going home."]

[Age 28: As Tianshu, you used the political resources Uncle Tian left you to forge alliances publicly, while secretly leveraging the Fatui's influence to crush political rivals. Your achievements quickly brought prosperity to Liyue, earning you widespread acclaim.]

[At the same time, you submitted a request to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to personally interrogate Yelan. You claimed it was to uncover her motive for poisoning your mentor.]

[The Ministry, already infiltrated by your influence, approved your request. A year after her imprisonment, you found yourself face-to-face with Yelan once more in the highest-security cell of the Ministry's prison.]

[As expected, Yelan had managed to establish dominance even behind bars. Her cellmates, though hardened criminals, treated her with deference.]

[You escorted her to a private interrogation room, eerily reminiscent of the room where she had once interrogated you.]

[Entering Immersive Mode]

"Ah, isn't this Tianshu himself?" Yelan smirked as she sat across from you, her expression sharp and mocking. "Poisoning your mentor and framing me for it… I never would have guessed. You look so harmless, yet you're capable of such cruelty."

Her hands were shackled, but her demeanor remained arrogant and unyielding.

"You couldn't have guessed," Lucas said calmly. "After all, this face doesn't belong to me."

Yelan's brows furrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

Without answering, Lucas leaned forward and removed one of Yelan's shoes.

"What are you doing?" she asked, startled.

But as Lucas continued, her eyes widened in realization. "It's you? No… that's impossible!"

"Is it because I no longer wear the iron mask?" Lucas retrieved a onimask from behind him and tossed it onto the table in front of Yelan. "I've kept this with me to remind myself every day of my promise to take revenge on you."

"Guards!" Yelan suddenly shouted. "An escaped criminal is impersonating Tianshu! He's a fraud!"

"Shout louder if you want," Lucas said with a cold smile. "And if you tire yourself out, I'll happily join you in yelling."

Lucas raised his voice deliberately, shouting, "I conspired with the Fatui! I poisoned the former Tianshu! Yelan was framed by me!"

He yelled everything out in a cathartic release, an ironic confession only heard by Yelan, sealed in the isolated interrogation room.

"This room is completely soundproof," Lucas said, catching his breath. "This interrogation is a classified operation. Even if I kill you here, it would merely be an 'accident.'"

Yelan wasn't foolish. His presence here, revealing his identity so openly, meant he had prepared thoroughly for this moment.

"What happened after you escaped?" she asked, her eyes filled with suspicion. "How did a mere prisoner rise to become the mighty Tianshu? It's… unbelievable."

"You didn't expect this worthless pawn to turn the tables, did you?" Lucas replied with a faint smile. "Master, I've come… to take my revenge."

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Yelan sneered. "To me, you'll always be the dog who wagged its tail pitifully at my feet."

Her defiance wasn't entirely unfounded. Yelan had a peculiar fondness for pain, particularly the kind Lucas had once inflicted on her. If he intended to torture her under the guise of revenge, it might feel more like a reward than punishment.

"Yes, I was your dog," Lucas said softly, lifting one of her delicate feet in his hands. "But tell me, have you found a 'pet' to replace me in all these years?"

A faint blush appeared on Yelan's cheeks. She shook her head and admitted, "After you escaped, I searched for you for a long time. Without your biting, I couldn't sleep for months. Only your teeth, your strength, and your submissive expression could truly satisfy me."

It seemed she had become addicted to the sensation.

"Is that so?"

Lucas's expression remained unmoved as he slowly opened his mouth near her foot.

The long-lost feeling made Yelan's breath quicken. It was like a chronic smoker finally lighting up their favorite cigarette after years of abstinence—an irresistible rush.

But just a few seconds later, Lucas put her foot down.

"Why did you stop?" Yelan's calm facade cracked, her voice tinged with desperation. "Keep going!"

It was as though the cigarette had been snatched away before she could enjoy it, leaving her frustrated and wanting more.

"Are you telling me what to do?" Lucas licked his lips, smiling cruelly. "This is how I'll torment you."

If pain brought Yelan pleasure, Lucas decided to deny her satisfaction. Instead, he would tease her, ignite her desires, and leave her yearning. He played a waiting game, letting her fire simmer before stoking it again, only to extinguish it at the peak.

This simple but calculated cycle was, for Yelan, the most excruciating torture.

Hours later.

Yelan lay limp on the ground, her eyes hollow, her body twitching occasionally like a broken puppet.

"It's getting late," Lucas said as he stood up. "Time for me to leave."

"Wait… wait," Yelan gasped, her voice trembling. "Hurt me… just one more time. I beg you."

"You're right. Leaving like this does seem a bit irresponsible." Lucas picked up a leather whip from the interrogation table, stretching it between his hands thoughtfully. "Ah, a fine cowhide whip, oiled and perfectly seasoned. I imagine this would feel quite… invigorating."

"Please… I'm begging you!" Yelan's eyes were fixated on the whip, desperation etched across her face. "Let me feel it!"

"And how does one properly address the person they're begging?" Lucas asked, towering over her. "You have one chance to get it right."

Yelan hesitated briefly before muttering, "M-Master."

"Good girl," Lucas said, twirling the whip in his hand. "Turn around and get ready."

Excited, Yelan immediately turned over, closing her eyes and eagerly anticipating the pain to come.

But instead of the sound of the whip slicing through the air, she heard the heavy "clang" of a door closing.

Lucas had walked out. Through the small window in the door, he smiled at her. "Sorry, I've changed my mind. You'll just have to wait."

"You…" Yelan gritted her teeth, but soon her defiance softened. "Will you… come back?"

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe a month from now, or maybe never," Lucas said with a mocking grin. "I won't leave you any hope."

The window shut, and darkness engulfed the narrow interrogation room.

Left alone, Yelan was consumed by confusion. Her current state, her extreme sensitivity to pain and pleasure, seemed almost unnatural. She had always had an unusual penchant for pain, but never to this unbearable extent. Had her long suppression and sudden release triggered this insatiable need?

Meanwhile, outside the prison.

Lucas handed a small pouch of powder to a prison guard he had planted within the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Smiling, he said, "Miss Yelan is weak. These powders are tonics. Mix them into her meals every three days, understand?"

"Leave it to me, Lord Tianshu," the guard replied with admiration. "To show such mercy to your enemy—your kindness knows no bounds."

Lucas said nothing, his smile concealing his true intentions. The powder was no tonic. It was a drug of his own design, one that heightened sensitivity and caused mild addiction.

Yelan's exaggerated reactions earlier were a result of her prior exposure to this substance, secretly added to her meals before their meeting.

Lucas's plan wasn't merely to exact revenge. He intended to systematically and thoroughly break Yelan's will, reducing her to nothing more than his obedient slave.

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