Chapter 13: Coming Out
The expected scream didn’t come.
No teeth shattered.
No face contorted.
Burns, a second-rank Berserker, possessed immense strength. As a professionally recruited student, his fist, fueled by rage, could kill a fully grown Hippora wild bull. Yet now, his invincible fist was completely stuck in a mire of dark magic, unable to be withdrawn…
“How is this possible?” Burns was stunned.
“How is what possible?”
Lena calmly turned her face, her two braids hanging down like vines on either side of her cheeks, her black-rimmed glasses glinting ominously.
“My fist…what did you do to my body?!”
Burns shrieked in terror and confusion.
He desperately struggled, even resorting to the Berserker’s Blood Rage, a skill usable only once a day. His muscles bulged, engorged with blood, ripping his uniform, transforming him into a hulking red giant.
Such a display startled everyone present. Curious onlookers, both new and old students, surrounded the Necromancy Department’s recruitment booth.
Professor Witch was overjoyed.
She quickly unfurled a banner, seizing the opportunity for publicity.
Burns’s hand remained firmly stuck in the black mire, seemingly the only one embarrassed by his chivalrous charge.
Lena merely glanced at him before turning her attention back to Angel, her left hand vigorously kneading the now still, stocking-clad thighs, exploring the hidden valleys.
No reaction, she must have made up her mind.
Lena also wanted to see how the fallen angel would salvage the situation.
Would she lash out?
Loudly accuse Lena and appeal to others for justice?
Run home crying to her sister for help?
Haha…
Don’t worry, she wanted both sisters, showing no favoritism.
“Everyone, please calm down.”
After a brief internal struggle, Angel put on her impeccable, pure smile once more, her small dimples looking even sweeter and more charming.
“What happened just now was just a little misunderstanding between Senior Lena and me. I’m so sorry for causing everyone to worry…”
She clasped her hands together apologetically.
Her angelically pure face always carried an undeniable charisma. Angel tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, “I apologize on behalf of Senior Lena, who isn’t good with words. She has a bit of a temper and can be a little rough, so please forgive her…”
After speaking, Angel gave the crowd a sweet smile.
Among the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, “Cupid’s arrow has struck!”
The onlookers burst into laughter, the situation effectively defused.
However, the flaws in her words were still noticed by the more observant and daring. “Wait, that’s not right. Her actions just now weren’t how you treat a friend!”
Did you have a friend of the same sex you were close enough with to casually touch their bottom?
Especially in public, in front of a crowd of strangers…
Therefore—
Their angel must have been caught in some kind of compromising position by this devil!!
Someone figured it out and pointed it out to the crowd.
The situation, which Angel had managed to salvage, once again became tense.
“…”
She suddenly felt like cursing.
Angel clutched her skirt, looking helplessly at Lena, seemingly wanting her to decide what to do.
Lena calmly shook her head, her smile widening, saying nothing…
“I give up! You pest!”
Stamping her small boot on the ground in frustration, Angel parted her pink lips slightly, forcing out fragmented words, “I… everyone… there’s something… very important… I want to tell everyone…”
Her snowy cheeks flushed crimson.
Her flustered expression, coupled with her breathtaking beauty, even made the air smell like sweet cream-filled bread.
Wonderful.
Lena tightened her grip on Angel’s slender waist, pulling her closer, like a frog finding its desired mate.
Taking a deep breath, the girl’s fragrance filled her mind, captivating her soul.
Time seemed to stand still…
No, perhaps longer…
Opening her eyes, Angel had already left her warm embrace.
She took a step forward, and just as she was about to take a second, a strong arm stopped her.
“Have you thought it through?”
Lena’s arm, like her voice, was slender and soft. Resting on Angel’s shoulder, it felt like a black swan feather, soft and yielding, yet exuding a heart-pounding nobility and a suffocating pressure.
“There are some things I can’t do, but there are some things I can.”
Angel took a deep breath like Lena, a strange sense of humiliation welling up in her heart, difficult to dispel.
She was a free canary, disliking restraints, but Lena had forcefully pushed her into a gilded cage filled with traps.
She felt terrible, but didn’t know where to begin.
Setting aside her prejudice, she didn’t actually dislike Lena. On her way home yesterday, she had even considered the possibility of them becoming friends.
However, Lena’s actions made it impossible for her to hold any hope for this person.
Would a devil have a change of heart?
Obviously not.
“Senior Lena and I…”
Angel looked straight ahead, her hand over her heart.
“Senior Lena… is my… um…”
Her lips were sealed.
A stunningly beautiful girl with unforgettable gray-white hair appeared in her dilated pupils…
Like a gray robe.
…
“Hey, have you heard?”
During lunch, small groups gathered in the academy’s flower garden, exchanging gossip.
“It’s all over the academy. Haha, I never thought that Angel would have that kind of preference. And I even went to her concert.”
“I know, right? Girls, two of them, how disgusting.”
“Right, what can two women do together? Even if they wear themselves out, they can’t satisfy each other. They might as well let me join them.”
His companion’s agreement made him even more smug.
He launched into a tirade, completely unaware of the gray figure that had appeared behind him.
“Hey, stop talking!”
His companion jumped up, his face filled with fear, and quickly disappeared.
The boy scratched his head, puzzled. “What’s wrong? What are you afraid of? That devil can’t be standing behind me, can she…?”
Uh?
Suddenly, the first-year boy’s head turned like a rusty clockwork mechanism, creaking.
He hadn’t exerted any force, yet his head turned uncontrollably.
Standing before him was Lena with a friendly expression, and the subject of their gossip, the angelically pure and kind Miss Angel.
“Thinking about me?”
Lena smiled gently, adjusting her glasses, her tone more approachable than usual.
“It’s not very nice to gossip behind people’s backs… I mean, any other student might have forgiven your rudeness.”
“What do you want?!” The boy adopted a defensive stance.
“How unpleasant. Why does everyone who sees me ask me what I want? Do I look that scary? Am I threatening you? Besides… what I want to do is obvious, isn’t it?”
Lena tilted her head playfully. The little nun, who had been silent, suddenly hugged Lena and shouted, “What are you standing there for? Run!”
As soon as she finished speaking, a thick, dark mist rose from the ground…
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