Cha Keke is now Chacoco
Chapter 311: Profiling
Just as Adele’s imagination ran wild, Seraph proved with her actions that the girl’s fanciful thoughts…weren’t wrong at all! What Seraph wanted to do was indeed to incite Adele’s desire.
Thinking about it, it was clear that Seraph didn’t possess the typical societal concepts of chastity or modesty. In the era when angels were born, there weren’t as many rules created for social stability as there were today. Freedom was the hallmark of that time. Romantic in some ways, cruel in others.
Therefore, Seraph’s approach was always direct and pragmatic. But also extremely effective. Because only in this way could Adele recapture that feeling from before—that is, “to trace back to the scene where strong emotions occurred, to witness it firsthand, and even to experience it empathetically…”
Seraph also had a memory she wanted Adele to experience again: their first meeting. Seraph had helped Adele transform into a witch. It was an experience that was incredibly painful, yet also incredibly blissful for that frail body. During this transformation, Adele lost almost all reason, becoming a beast driven solely by desire.
Seraph was prepared to sacrifice a part of her life essence to create a new body if necessary. Yes, even though Seraph always casually told Adele, “This body was created for you to use and break as you please,” sounding like she didn’t care about this created vessel, in reality, it was equivalent to exercising the authority of “creating life” within her angelic space, a power originally only the Lord could wield. She would expend a significant amount of mental and life force for this. It was just that Adele had never known this until now.
But fortunately, the girl was always a classic example of someone tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Every time she said she would thoroughly “ravage” Seraph, when they went to the bathroom to clean up afterward, the marks Seraph bore were actually quite light. Seraph could easily repair them, and only with simple healing magic.
The silver-haired angel, without a word, slowly removed her clothes in front of Adele, revealing small but shapely breasts and a slender waist. Further down was the slightly concave…indescribable area.
Adele pretended to be shy, covering her face with her hands, her ears bright red. But through the gaps between her fingers, one could see her wide-open eyes. Adele didn’t even dare to blink, instead eagerly taking in the sight of Seraph’s body, that exquisite and wondrous creation.
Whether due to the cold air or something else, under Adele’s furtive gaze, Seraph’s breathing became unusually rapid. And as she exhaled shakily, a certain part of the girl instantly became flushed and erect.
“…”
Seraph looked puzzled by this change, tilting her head in a rather adorable way. Like a programmer baffled by a program suddenly running automatically. But this further fueled Adele’s imagination of this innocent and naive girl being unexpectedly alluring. The more innocent and pure Seraph acted, the more excited Adele became.
After a brief moment of confusion, Seraph gave up on trying to understand and turned to Adele, “Can…you suck it?”
“Like last time, bite it hard.”
“Honestly, I was surprised you didn’t bite it off last time…”
“Um! You mean…” Adele finally realized what Seraph wanted to do. She actually wanted her to relive the scene of her transformation into a witch, to experience that experience again. If she could do it, then the day Adele could freely use this witch’s ability…wouldn’t be far off.
It was conceivable that at that time, whether looking at an object or a person, Adele could trace back to the original scene through the smallest of clues, uncovering secrets and truths hidden or even buried in time. And all she would need might be an expression identical to that of the past, an unchanged gaze, or an object left behind.
For example, by touching a warrior’s sword, feeling the mottled rust and bloodstains, she could be transported back to that battlefield, experiencing the warrior’s fight. With luck, she might even witness their final moments. Or, for example, by touching a girl’s wet panties, she could experience that girl’s previous…ahem, let’s not mention that for now.
Although Adele was startled, she couldn’t deny that Seraph’s choice was very appealing. Because Adele’s memory of her transformation into a witch wasn’t very clear. Or rather, it was just a few fragmented images. After all, Adele at that time was no different from a beast driven by desire. She had vented on Seraph’s body, acting recklessly, doing many…rough things.
But as Seraph said, even in such a rough state, Adele hadn’t caused much damage to Seraph’s body. She hadn’t broken her arms or legs, turning her into something immobile that could only be…well, you get the idea. Perhaps it was because the girl’s nature was gentle. Although Seraph herself didn’t care much. Her goal at the time was simply to guide Adele’s transformation into a witch.
Just like now, she was equally happy to see Adele break through the limitations of a witch and become a new witch with the ability of “Profiling.” As for why it was called “Profiling” here, perhaps it was the best description, or perhaps it had something to do with the original author of the book?
“Let’s try it.” Seraph interrupted the girl’s blushing thoughts. She raised her small bottom, kneeling between Adele’s legs, and offered her small but exquisite breasts to the girl’s lips without hesitation.
“W-Whoa, t-this kind of thing…”
“Let me prepare…Let me…Ha, um…”
However, angels always had their own way. While Adele was still struggling to speak and stop her, Seraph seized the opportunity and pushed her…into Adele’s mouth. Then, the girl subconsciously began to suck and lick. Even Seraph, the human doll who could usually withstand a high degree of pleasure without breaking, couldn’t help but moan.
“Ah~”
Was this Adele…saying no with her mouth but yes with her body?
At the same time, as the intimate acts between Adele and Seraph intensified, reaching a point of excitement, a massive, intense memory flooded into Adele’s mind! Along with it came some flickering, fragmented small pieces… Perhaps, that wasn’t what Seraph wanted the girl to read?
Chapter 312: The Fall
First, it was the memory of that night, the girl breaking out of her cocoon and transforming. Adele only had a vague impression. But for Seraph, it was an unforgettable event, even in her long angelic life.
Even now, Seraph couldn’t explain why a unique emotion suddenly arose within her emotionally barren heart the moment she met Adele that night. What aspect of Adele’s breathtaking presence captivated her, causing ripples to spread through her heart, which hadn’t stirred for over a thousand years?
It was for this reason that Seraph chose to reveal herself to Adele. And, unprecedentedly, she decided to guide Adele to become a witch. The angel accepted the sacrifices she made for this with indifference, without a care. She desperately wanted to understand everything about the being that stirred her emotions, namely, “Adele.”
Chacoco, the Fallen Angel…of course, she didn’t have that name in ancient times. Seraph didn’t need to mention her true name. But she had once said something to Seraph: “My fall began the moment I desired to understand that girl.”
What did that mean? Seraph vaguely grasped it, yet couldn’t truly understand. But in the moments of pleasure with Adele, besides indifferently observing the witch’s transformation, was there ever a fleeting moment where Seraph felt that falling like this might also be a good choice?
………………
Seraph’s bewildered feelings at that time, along with many other sensations—pleasure, pain—were all empathetically experienced by Adele at this moment. She also saw herself through Seraph’s perspective, her own charming, lust-filled face. She saw her own writhing body…
What was this…watching a super close-up, 3D surround, high-definition version of her own…activities? And she could even empathize with Seraph’s experience at the time. Wasn’t this ability a bit too strange!? Or was it that to become an exceptional witch, one must first have a deep and personal experience and understanding of human emotions, of the seven deadly sins?
Although Adele could comfort and understand herself with this explanation, she was still surprised by the “perverted” nature of witches. This was an experience that even a “hentai” like Adele found somewhat “perverted.”
Fortunately, Adele began to learn to perceive the surroundings and Seraph’s feelings from Seraph’s perspective, not just everything her own image presented to her. Using this method, she found that she could look for clues from that time. For instance, through Seraph’s peripheral vision, Adele noticed that the window in the room was open, certainly due to a certain kitten’s carelessness. Although First Snow could use short-range teleportation magic, under normal circumstances, she preferred jumping out the window and flying away with her wings.
Also, Seraph’s state of mind was unusually calm even in such an aroused state. If it were Adele, under her own fierce “offensive,” she would have already raised her hands in a V-sign, her eyes rolling slightly upward. This discovery made Adele a little discouraged. It was like working hard in the fields, while the girl beneath her said, “Ah, so good, I love it,” but was actually thinking, “When will this be over?” It was quite a mood killer.
Fortunately, through Adele’s continuous efforts and the development of her “Profiling” ability, she finally captured the moment when Seraph’s heart wavered, even wanting to succumb to the pleasure. Adele felt like she had eaten a piece of honey. This was her great victory! Hmph, even the coldest girl had a warm heart, meow~ And could be completely conquered~
But then, following Seraph’s perspective and thoughts, Adele captured other images from Seraph’s distant memories.
The first scene was of a sky-obscuring fire falling towards a city, a supreme deity attempting to subdue something with infinite power. The earth trembled, the sea reversed its flow, and countless races were displaced. Some tried to resist the deity, but they were ruthlessly slaughtered by angels. Those white wings and strange eyes together became one of the sources of fear for all races.
Adele shuddered. But for the angels at the time, this seemed like an ordinary event. Even Adele’s own perspective…was that of Seraph, one of the angels, bringing divine punishment to the world.
The second scene was the fall of an angel. An angel, already transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful human form, fell from the vast, high heavens like a swan with broken wings. During her descent, her six wings, with thousands of pure white feathers, were stained from the base with the filth representing all the sins of the world. She was completely banished from the heavenly kingdom of God. But for the woman, this wasn’t exile. It was her resolute departure.
Countless blinking eyes appeared in the sky. It was an extremely distorted and unsettling scene. Adele knew that countless angels were watching their compatriot, their former comrade, fall towards an unknown shore. And within their own hearts, an unknown emotion arose. Like Pandora’s Box being opened. Perhaps after that angel fell, more angels would continue to fall. Because their world no longer consisted solely of the duty to carry out God’s commands. Someone had blazed a new path for them.
Curiosity was the greatest original sin. Wasn’t it because of curiosity about the taste of the forbidden fruit that the ancestors of humanity were eternally banished from paradise? And now, even angels were tainted by a similar sin.
For some reason, God didn’t appear. Perhaps at this time, the angels’ “Lord,” that mysterious deity, had already vanished. He was unable to prevent the collapse of faith, the fall of angels.
As time passed, the angels disappeared one by one. How many remained in the human world today? No one could tell Adele the answer.
Then another fragmented image came. Adele became even more curious about Seraph’s past, so she focused her mind even more. However, at that moment, a sudden jolt, like an electric current, ran through her mind. Seraph actively severed the connection between herself and the girl, seemingly unwilling to let her continue watching.
In reality, Adele also let out a whimper and separated from Seraph. Both girls were disheveled, panting heavily. Adele clutched her forehead, her aggrieved expression inviting pity and comfort. Normally, Seraph might have been unable to resist comforting her. But at this moment, the angel, unusually departing from her usual calm demeanor, was panting heavily. She stared intently at Adele’s face, as if trying to see through her skin, wanting to know what kind of soul resided within her body.
Because Adele’s ability was far beyond Seraph’s expectations. In fact, most witches could only grasp partial memories and feelings related to an action or object. Only Adele was an exception, unique. She could actually peek into other memories of hers. And such distant memories. Her mental power was clearly weak, could she really withstand tracing back thousands of years? Such a vast amount of complex information was unbearable for ordinary people. Even long-lived races had various ways to periodically clear their memories to ensure their brains functioned normally.
Like elves, they would go to the holy spring in the Fairy Forest every once in a while to wash away their “worries.” In reality, it was a ritual to remove unimportant memories that wasted brain space. Or like Cat-Birds…they were a special case, pure of heart. To put it nicely, they were innocent; to put it less nicely, they were a little foolish. They ate, drank, slept, and were happy every day, never bothering to remember complicated things, so they hardly needed to clear their memories.
This caused them to mature much later than many other races. The one Adele raised was, to a certain extent, forced to mature by her…
Angels were a special race, created by God. So they could remember countless pieces of information. Adele, without these conditions…how could she do it? Or perhaps it wasn’t Adele who traced back those memories. Perhaps those fragments sought out Adele?
Such an absurd thought suddenly arose in Seraph’s mind. But it was impossible. Because Adele wasn’t a witness to those memories. She shouldn’t have resonated with the “Profiling” ability.