Chapter 17: The Gentle Devil
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…Lena put on the artifact ring, the azure gemstone gliding across her soft belly.
“Relax, or you’ll suffer.”
“Why are we doing this? This has nothing to do with saving someone, we’re creating a person!”
Angel clutched her chest, her face filled with fear. The Lena before her seemed like a different person. Her long gray hair scattered across the white sheets, the bells on her ankles like a death knell. The usually languid and elegant young lady seemed to have unleashed the devil within, becoming terrifying…
Was it finally happening?
“Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?”
Lena picked up the cat ear headband and placed it on Angel’s head. It fit perfectly.
“The truth…” Angel leaned against the headboard, her tense body like a tightly wound spring.
“I’m rank five. I need your help to break through to rank six.”
Lena stated her purpose plainly.
She gently stroked Angel’s hair, her fingers tracing its curves.
“Very cute.”
Lena stared for a few seconds, amused.
Teasing the young Saintess was priceless, and it was a rare opportunity to see the Saintess’s beautiful body. It felt like a sudden achievement unlocked in a game.
“Don’t look!”
Angel glared fiercely.
“Don’t you dare look!”
Just like men comparing sizes, Angel felt humiliated and self-conscious about Lena scrutinizing her body.
Compared to Lena’s perfect figure, she was too ordinary.
Flat-chested, short legs, short stature, her only redeeming quality was her face…
And most of her fans were attracted to her looks…
“You’re still young. You have plenty of time to grow,” Lena comforted her, moving closer.
Angel blushed, unable to resist.
She couldn’t pull away…
Lena must have used magic to hold her hand!
How despicable!
“Cotton candy…”
Angel unconsciously let out a cute moan.
“It seems you’ve relaxed a lot. Then, we can continue.”
Lena’s breath was warm against Angel’s ear, her beautiful face gradually losing its terrifying aspect in Angel’s eyes.
Because Angel couldn’t see anymore.
Her vision was completely dark, her delicate nose and small hands dragged into a muddy swamp of death.
And all that awaited her was a suffocating, intoxicating world of gentleness.
“…Mmm!”
Angel nodded drowsily.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
She had never been held like this before…
Angel was incredibly nervous, her senses heightened after losing her sight.
“Y-y-you… how can you be so skilled…?”
Amidst her struggles, the girl’s questioning voice emerged.
“There’s an old saying, ‘practice makes perfect.’” Lena caught the fish darting around in the small pond, gradually tightening the encirclement. “Have you ever counted how many ants you’ve stepped on? Similarly…”
“Ready?”
“N-no!”
Realizing that something precious was about to be lost, Angel finally snapped out of the gentle haze, desperately trying to stop the villain.
She flailed like a rabbit, even biting, sinking her teeth into Lena’s shoulder, drawing blood. However, after a sharp pain, all her thoughts vanished.
Her beautiful, light pink pupils became like expired egg yolks, dilating into boundless voids like the universe.
With the immense thrust of a rocket launch, Lena focused on repairing the King of Narcissus.
The immense pain was unavoidable.
Angel hadn’t understood what “bulldozer” meant until she met Lena. Now she finally understood…
“You devil! Don’t laugh!!”
To make matters worse, Lena wore a gentle and loving smile while performing devilish acts.
Angel’s vision went black, and she fainted.
When she opened her eyes, it was the middle of the night.
Lena was still holding her, without pause.
“Water… water…”
Dehydrated, Angel hallucinated, seeing her mother in heaven. She wanted her mother to take her away.
Angel moved her dry lips, her throat parched, tears of humiliation rolling down her cheeks, wetting her trembling lips.
Glug, glug—
Like long-awaited rain, Angel’s consciousness cleared slightly.
But the night was still long.
The gentle devil continued repairing the ring until dawn.
In fact, Lena could have given Angel a blissful, heavenly experience. It wouldn’t have been difficult for her, but she didn’t want to see that.
Taking the Saintess’s purity, her enemy, was her protest against this unjust world.
There would be many more times, countless times…
When the hero returned, he would find his harem already in another’s hands, leaving him alone, just like she had been in her past life.
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