Second Time Around, the Villainous Daughter Decides to Indulge First 37

Chapter 37: She Wasn’t Angry

Lena drifted in and out of sleep.

Without warning, a warmth approached, covering the exposed skin of her neck.

A cool sensation lingered on Angel’s fingertips, smooth as silk. Lena’s skin was the most delicate and smooth Angel had ever touched.

Unable to resist, Angel continued stroking Lena’s skin, admiring her soft cheeks, long eyelashes, perfect proportions, and long, slender legs. The gray-haired beauty’s appearance was unmatched, especially now, asleep, looking even more alluring.

Angel admitted defeat in this area.

But she quickly rallied, planning to regain ground elsewhere.

Take that!

This was for ripping my stockings, for violating me, for grabbing my hair like a steering wheel, for pressing me against the window…

Angel carefully hooked her little finger into the black stocking on Lena’s leg, creating a small tear with her nail, revealing the soft, white flesh beneath.

Revenge was at hand.

Seizing the opportunity, Angel slipped her finger into the tear, the smooth sensation and the tightness of the fabric like a whirlpool, trapping her finger. The exposed white skin was even more alluring, the torn stocking creating enticing marks.

This was her trophy!

Angel felt a thrill of satisfaction.

One finger wasn’t enough. She added another, her fingers exploring the sea of black silk, unable to pull away, like an addict craving more.

So this was what it felt like to bully someone…

Angel felt like a new world had opened up to her.

Her gaze shifted from Lena’s stocking-clad legs to her ample bosom. Although covered, it didn’t stop Angel from appreciating their beauty.

A pure heart sees clearly. It was just a little peeking; it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Lena’s naked body before.

Angel didn’t know what she was saying anymore. Lena’s body seemed to possess a magic that compelled her to act.

Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, Angel ripped Lena’s expensive stockings, then tremblingly reached for the buttons on Lena’s chest, attempting to free those magnificent peaks.

She remembered how Lena had held her last night, turning her into a cream puff, her ample breasts pressed against Angel’s back, drawing patterns on her bare skin.

If she went further now, could she see even more?

Angel’s fingers finally found the buttons, but upon closer inspection, there were no buttons on Lena’s academy uniform.

“Can’t you dress properly?!”

Angel angrily scolded Lena for wearing only a uniform to school. “Idiot, pervert, you big deviant.”

Perhaps the beautiful idol’s insults had an effect, as Lena’s lips moved, letting out a sleepy moan. “Mmm… Ling Ling, stop it…”

“…! Get up, or I’ll leave you here to freeze to death!”

Lena lifted her head at the sharp voice, but didn’t open her eyes. “Say that again? Hmm? Kitten?”

“So you were pretending to be asleep…” Angel mumbled angrily, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. “Get up, I’m done praying, we can go home now.”

“So slow, I almost fell asleep.”

Lena rubbed her tired eyes, her vision blurry from lack of blood flow to her brain. She almost lost her balance as she stood up. She shouldn’t have slept sitting down; her neck and shoulders ached terribly.

“Does your shoulder hurt?”

Angel walked ahead, the tall tree shadows looming around them, but she felt no fear.

Compared to Lena that night, this was nothing.

Thinking of this, Angel subconsciously slowed her pace, as if waiting for her master.

“My shoulder hurts because I was waiting for you, you know.”

Lena slowly followed Angel’s pace, speaking casually.

One tall, one short, their shadows stretched by the streetlights, the morning breeze lifting Angel’s hood, swirling it in the air before it landed in front of Lena.

Lena caught it, sniffing the scent of shampoo. “Fresh and elegant Caraman grass fragrance, produced in the Ghost Mist Forest, shampoo manufactured by the Falmouth family… Not bad. I thought only widows would choose such an unusual scent, but it seems there are connoisseurs.”

“Give it back.”

The pink-haired girl approached.

“That’s my hood, don’t sniff it like a pervert.”

“Can a Necromancer’s actions be called sniffing? I’m analyzing the health of a beautiful idol’s scalp through scent.” Lena sniffed again, her expression serious.

“And your conclusion?”

Angel snatched her hood back, putting it on, only two strands of hair framing her face visible. “If you don’t give me a reasonable explanation, I’ll treat you as a pervert.”

“Pfft.”

Lena chuckled, relaxing, her slender waist bending forward, as if it might break with a little force.

The gray-haired beauty exhaled. “Instead of wasting time sulking with me, why don’t you think about what to do tomorrow… Those two homeless nuns need someone to take them in…”

“Huh? You’re asking me?” Angel frowned. “Isn’t that your problem? What does it have to do with me?”

“???” Lena blinked, confused.

“Yes, you asked me to recruit them, and I did. As for the aftermath, that’s your problem. I don’t have the talent for being a villain… I’m giving you the perfect opportunity to showcase your skills.” Angel’s logic was sound. “We have a clear division of labor. I can’t do everything while you just enjoy yourself, can I?”

With that, Angel shoved the book she was holding into Lena’s arms. “Bishop Anthony said, when encountering difficulties, read more books. The answers are within them.”

Lena: “…”

She reluctantly took the thick, ancient-looking book.

Torment Breeds Suffering

“…I’m not joining the Holy Inquisition, and I don’t believe in the Holy Light.”

“I didn’t ask you to actually read it. I don’t believe in that stuff either, and I’m still a Saintess Candidate.” Angel twirled around, her smile bright and pure.

The future Saintess saying she didn’t believe in religion, how ironic.

Even more ironic was that Angel not only didn’t believe, but she didn’t even possess a shred of faith.

Without faith, she couldn’t use the all-powerful Holy Fire… then who was the one chasing and burning her in her past life?!

Lena fell silent.

She now faced two choices.

Force Angel to believe in religion through the contract, fostering her faith and laying a solid foundation for her to become the Saintess.

Or let things unfold naturally, not interfering with Angel’s growth…

The former could potentially trigger a butterfly effect, causing unpredictable changes, while the latter was a steady approach, basically following the trajectory of her past life.

Both had their pros and cons, leaving Lena, the reincarnated one, unsure of what to do.

That idiot Angel had truly given her a big gift…

So big that it might explode if she looked at it too closely!

Lena angrily slapped Angel’s bottom. “You little brat, always causing trouble for me! I should have turned you into my personal Fiji cup!”

Angel yelped, her face flushing crimson. “Hmm?”

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