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"King of the Ocean?"
Su Hui chuckled, stopped, raised his hand, and made a grabbing motion in the air towards Arthur.
Arthur, who was panting heavily, suddenly changed his expression.
He felt the seawater around his body being forcibly drawn away by an invisible force.
Immediately afterwards, the water in his body began to leak out uncontrollably.
An unprecedented feeling of suffocation and thirst instantly swept over his entire body.
His mouth was agape, like a fish thrown ashore, breathing in vain, his skin visibly drying and wrinkling.
In the ocean, let an Atlantean, a king who can communicate with all things underwater, experience the pain of suffocation and dehydration.
This is undoubtedly the highest level of humiliation and torture.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
Mera, who was standing to the side, finally snapped out of her shock. She rushed towards Su Hui without hesitation, waving her hands and trying to move the seawater to rescue Arthur.
however,
Her water control ability was like a stream flowing into the ocean, instantly assimilated and dissolved before Su Hui's god-like domain, without causing the slightest ripple.
She was horrified to discover that her connection with the ocean had also been completely severed.
Su Hui didn't even glance at her. He simply flicked his finger, and an invisible force immobilized her, rendering her unable to move.
"Now, I'll give you one more chance."
Su Hui's gaze returned to Arthur, who was on the verge of fainting, and he asked condescendingly, "Who is the ruler of the sea?"
Arthur's consciousness was beginning to fade, and the shadow of death loomed over him.
His arrogant and unruly will finally began to crumble in the face of absolute power and the fear of death.
He used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a few dry syllables from his throat.
"Yes... it's you..."
"very good."
Su Hui nodded in satisfaction and withdrew his power.
The surrounding seawater surged back in, nourishing Arthur's nearly parched body.
He breathed in greedily, the relief of surviving the ordeal completely shattering his last shred of dignity.
Su Hui walked slowly to him, ignoring the look of humiliation and fear in his eyes, and pointed his index finger at his brow.
"From this day forward, you will fight for me. Your kingdom, your glory, everything you have will belong to me."
A domineering "seed of loyalty," imbued with Su Hui's immortal divinity, rushed unimpeded into the depths of Arthur's soul, savagely tearing apart his original will, and then taking root, sprouting, and completely replacing it.
Arthur's body trembled violently, and all the resentment, anger, and humiliation in his eyes vanished without a trace in an instant.
He became Su Hui's new subordinate.
Looking at Su Hui before him, Arthur felt as if he were seeing the creator god and the origin of the ocean.
He slowly and with utmost reverence rose from the ground and knelt on one knee before Su Hui.
Then, he raised the Neptune Trident, a symbol of royal power, high with both hands and lowered his once proud head.
"Arthur Curry, King of Atlantis, pays his respects to his master!"
The loud and enthusiastic voices echoed throughout the entire royal city.
Everyone was petrified.
Their king, the hero who had just defeated Orm and reclaimed the throne, now knelt before another man, calling him "master."
Mera, who was imprisoned to the side, was struck dumb. She stared blankly at the submissive Arthur, then at the man who looked indifferent, as if he had only done a trivial thing. Her mind went blank and her body felt cold.
Su Hui ignored everyone's reactions. He took the trident from Arthur, casually weighed it in his hand, and then turned his gaze to the stunning bride in a white gauze dress, who stood frozen in place like a frightened lamb.
He smiled knowingly:
"Now, Your Majesty, shall we discuss... the new ownership of Atlantis?"
Mera's body was trembling uncontrollably.
She watched the man walk towards her step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on her heart.
Those deep, dark eyes, as unfathomable as the universe, held an undisguised aggression and possessiveness that made her feel like prey being targeted by a apex predator, sending a shiver of powerlessness through her very soul.
"What...what did you do to Arthur! I won't let you get away with this."
She trembled, forcibly suppressing the fear in her heart, and pushed her hands forward violently.
As Zebel's most powerful water manipulator, even with most of her connection to the ocean severed, she can still manipulate a small amount of water around her body.
Dozens of high-pressure water jets appeared out of thin air and shot toward Su Hui at speeds far exceeding those of bullets leaving the barrel.
This was her last act of defiance.
Su Hui didn't even make any dodging motion.
Those high-pressure water jets, powerful enough to pierce through steel plates several centimeters thick, vaporized and dissipated silently the moment they approached his body, like snowflakes encountering a red-hot iron, without even touching a single hem of his clothing.
"She has a bit of a temper, which I like."
Su Hui flashed and instantly appeared in front of Mera.
Mera's pupils suddenly contracted; she hadn't seen the other person's movements at all.
A strong, powerful hand gripped her smooth, delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet those domineering eyes.
"Look clearly."
Su Hui's voice carried a hint of cold mockery. He tilted his head, gesturing for Mera to look at Arthur kneeling beside him. "Your king, your future husband, has made the wisest choice. Now, it's your turn, beautiful Queen."
Mera turned her gaze to Arthur.
She saw that the once arrogant and unruly man was now looking at Su Hui with a fervent and respectful gaze she had never seen before, as if Su Hui was everything in his life. That gaze made her feel unfamiliar, and even more so, it chilled her to the bone.
“Arthur…you…”
Her voice was trembling.
"It is my greatest honor to serve my master."
Without looking up, Arthur said in an aria-like tone, "Mera, you should be grateful for yourself, for you are about to receive the master's favor. This is a glory that you, and all of Atlantis, have never experienced in ten thousand years."
These words shattered Mera's last shred of hope.
She realized that Arthur was no longer the Arthur she knew.
His soul had been enslaved by the terrifying man before him.
"No...I will never give in!"
Two clear tears streamed down Mera's face, filled with despair and stubbornness.
She is the princess of Zebel, the woman who will soon become the queen of Atlantis, and she has her own pride.
Whether you submit or not is not up to you.
Su Hui chuckled, released Mera's chin, and then gave a cold command.
“Arthur, take your people out of here. You are not allowed to stand by and watch from now on.”
"As you command, my master!"
Without hesitation, Arthur stood up and respectfully led everyone away quickly.
This bizarre scene completely shattered Mera's psychological defenses.
After all the irrelevant people left, leaving only Su Hui and his group in the empty space, Su Hui reached out and grabbed Mera's gorgeous white wedding dress.
"don't want--!"
With a scream of utter shame and indignation from Mera, the gauze dress that symbolized purity and love was brutally torn to shreds by an irresistible force.
Large swathes of snow-white skin were exposed to the icy seawater and countless complex gazes.
Merana's perfect body, nourished by seawater for decades and radiating a healthy glow and amazing elasticity, was displayed before Su Hui without reservation.
Unlike the delicate women of the land, every inch of her skin exudes a just-right sense of strength.
On her flat, firm abdomen, you can even see faint abs, which, together with her amazingly full breasts and perky peach-shaped buttocks, create an ultimate allure that combines wildness and femininity.
She instinctively tried to cover her body with her hands, but Su Hui was faster.
He swept her up in his arms, ignoring her struggles and pounding, and strode toward the coral throne that symbolized the highest power in Atlantis.
"Let me go! You monster!"
Mera's voice was choked with sobs; her resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Su Hui's steely arms.
Su Hui ignored her cries. He kicked the magnificent throne, turning it around, and then pressed the struggling beauty in his arms heavily onto the cold, hard throne.
The Queen of Atlantis, the future queen of the sea creatures, was pinned down by an outsider in the most humiliating way, atop the highest symbol of power in their kingdom.
Su Hui lowered his head, looking at the pair of beautiful emerald green eyes beneath him, filled with tears and hatred, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Soon, you'll thank me."
He made no further unnecessary movements, and began his complete conquest of the proud sea queen in the most direct, primitive, and savage way.
"what--!"
A scream, a mixture of pain and shame, echoed throughout the throne room.
Mera felt as if her body was being torn apart; the intense pain left her mind blank.
She wanted to resist and struggle, but Su Hui's body was like an unshakeable mountain, pinning her firmly to the throne and rendering her unable to move.
What devastated her even more than the physical pain was the mental humiliation.
She was completely powerless to resist Su Hui's brutal treatment!
Her pride, her dignity, everything she had, was crushed to pieces in that moment.
Su Hui's actions showed no mercy; each thrust was filled with the meaning of conquest and possession, as if he wanted to deeply engrave his mark into the woman's body and soul.
Mera's voice gradually changed from pain and resistance to an uncontrollable, tearful groan.
A strange feeling, unlike anything she had ever experienced before, surged through her body like an electric current from the point where the two were joined.
The feeling was so intense, so domineering, that it terrified her, yet she was uncontrollably drawn into it.
Just as her consciousness was fading and pleasure and shame were about to overwhelm her, an overwhelming spiritual force, accompanied by a fierce impact from Su Hui, surged into the depths of her soul.
That spiritual force, like Su Hui himself, was filled with an undeniable aggressiveness.
It forcibly planted a seed in her soul, a seed called "loyalty".
This seed, within Merana's soul blossoming from extreme pleasure, quickly took root and sprouted, ruthlessly altering her perceptions and distorting her emotions.
The hatred she felt for Su Hui was rapidly dissipating in her mind, replaced by a primal instinct—a submission to and longing for the strong.
She began to realize that the man who was possessing her was the sole ruler of this ocean, and even the entire world.
She began to realize that being conquered and possessed by him was not a humiliation, but a supreme blessing.
Her body was more honest than her will. Her body, which had been tense and resistant, began to relax unconsciously, to yield, and even to actively entwine and demand.
Inside the throne room, only Mera's seductive moans, rising higher and higher, echoed as she went from repression to indulgence, from pain to ecstasy.
Her long, shapely legs had somehow wrapped around Su Hui's waist, rising and falling violently with his movements, creating blush-inducing, seductive sounds on the cold coral throne.
After an unknown amount of time, a thoroughly enjoyable battle came to an end.
Mera slumped weakly on the throne, her sweat mingling with the seawater, soaking her long, fiery red hair and clinging tightly to her still-flushed face.
Her eyes had long since lost focus, leaving only endless confusion and emptiness after satisfaction.
Su Hui stood up, his perfect body, as if forged from divine metal, showed no sign of fatigue.
He reached out and gently tidied Mera's messy red hair, a gesture completely different from his previous roughness.
He lowered his head, and beside that crystal-clear earlobe, in a voice like a devil's whisper, he asked softly:
Now, tell me, who is your king?
Mera's body trembled sensitively. She moved her swollen, ravaged lips, and almost instinctively uttered a hoarse, languid voice, yet filled with boundless reverence and piety: