Became a woman… Fan Zhuo was somewhat stunned.
What was this? If you can’t beat them, join them?
Or was it that the 【Holy Light】 divine magic in this world was ineffective against the same sex, so that guy, in pursuit of the ultimate visionary experience, resolutely changed the course of his life?
Good grief, are the clergy in this other world really willing to go to such lengths for their faith…. or rather, their desires?
He had to admit, this Fox Spirit who had lived for countless years was incredibly skilled.
Every word she spoke precisely struck the most sensitive and yearning nerve inside him.
That’s right, he did want it.
From the very first glance at Alfea, from the moment he opened that Guide to the Management of Nonhuman Entities, his soul, suppressed for three years, was screaming wildly.
He wanted to embrace that jelly-like, bouncy slime, to caress that fluffy fox tail, to touch the cold Dragon Horn, to…… study every inch of that perfect doll’s body.
This deep desire from the soul clashed absurdly with the sacred and pure divine power within him.
And this deadly contradiction was exactly why he attracted these Magic Beast Girls.
“Scared, little one?”
Ye Ying’s voice rang out again, full of amusement, as if she could see through the turbulent waves inside his heart.
“That nobleman is truly a remarkable genius. He discovered that by abandoning the ‘male’ identity, he could serve the gods more purely, and even directly hear divine oracles.”
“Such a pity…… it seems he never realized that after becoming a woman…… ahem…… well, after that, this humble one never saw him again.”
Fan Zhuo’s eye twitched uncontrollably.
What “this humble one,” “this humble one,” I never was your master!
And serving the gods? Not a chance.
This fox was obviously saying that after that man became a woman, he completely opened the door to a new world and drowned in brand-new “pleasures” without any hope of escape.
Fan Zhuo couldn’t help but think of a novel he had read once.
In that novel, a transmigrator, because he thought the “Assassin” class was cool, chose it, and ended up becoming a pleasure witch.
That taste was indeed very good.
“So, let’s make a deal, cute little cleric.”
Ye Ying’s voice sounded again,
“You come to my room and let this humble one… properly ‘taste’ you. I want to know just what kind of flavor your wonderful sacred body has.”
“In return, I can tell you what that handsome man named Lucien is really searching for.”
“Even…”
Her voice dragged out like a slippery snake wrapping around Fan Zhuo’s heart,
“…I can also help you grow stronger faster. Give you enough power to protect your little slime, to deal with that Judicator, and even… to face all possible dangers in the future.”
“How about it? I promise to make you feel good……”
Fan Zhuo remained silent.
He knew this was negotiating with a tiger…… oh no, a fox.
But…… the conditions she offered were too tempting.
Power.
After being stomped unconscious by the Mercy Angel, Fan Zhuo’s desire for strength had reached an unprecedented peak.
He needed power to alleviate the “divine punishment” that could fall again at any time, to face the high and mighty, capricious angel, to break the chains of his exile.
And the fastest way to get stronger…
His gaze fell on room C-07.
Alfea’s weak figure stabbed his heart like a needle.
He wanted to protect her, wanted her to forever keep that innocent, carefree girl’s appearance.
And all of that required strength.
“What price do I have to pay for your ‘taste’?” Fan Zhuo finally responded in his mind.
“Giggling…” Ye Ying’s laughter echoed inside his mind, full of delight,
“Little one, don’t you understand? For others it’s a price, but for you… it’s a gift.”
“This humble one now very much wants to use the tip of my tongue… to lick the Soul Mark on your soul…”
“To taste what your ‘purity’ actually tastes like…”
“Gulp…..” Fan Zhuo felt his throat go dry.
This fox… was truly the fox among foxes!
He took a deep breath, forcing down the surging wicked thoughts inside him.
“I agree.”
“But you have to tell me first, what exactly is that ‘Heretic’?”
Fan Zhuo laid down his condition mentally.
He was no fool blinded by desire; the first step in any deal was always to secure a deposit.
“Oh dear, such a stingy little cleric.”
Ye Ying teased softly but answered willingly.
“That aura, I’m very familiar with it. It doesn’t belong to us ‘monsters’, nor to your humans’ ‘Holy Light’, and definitely not to the ‘Deep’.”
“It comes from… ‘Heaven’.”
“Heaven?” Fan Zhuo was taken aback.
“Right in Area A. That warden she’s guarding isn’t just protecting a few S-class monsters.”
Ye Ying’s voice carried a rare seriousness,
“She’s guarding the prison itself. Or rather… something deep beneath this prison is ‘awakening’.”
“That thing comes from ‘Heaven’—that’s the real target Lucien is after.”
Fan Zhuo’s heart was thrown into a storm.
Heaven…… Area A warden… prison underground… awakening thing…
A brand-new secret thread he had never touched before was casually tossed out by Ye Ying.
***
The information was overwhelming.
Yet, Ye Ying didn’t seem eager to reveal more, instead turning the question back to him:
“Now, are you satisfied, little cleric?”
Her voice grew lazy and seductive once again,
“Time for you to fulfill your promise and ‘comfort’ this lonely heart that’s been yearning for a hundred years~”
Fan Zhuo looked at the intricate rune-engraved alloy door at the end of the corridor leading to Ye Ying’s cell, silent for a moment.
Then, he bowed slightly, awkwardly turning toward his own room.
“Hm? Looks like the little cleric’s thinking of something amazing, having a reaction~ So naughty~”
“This humble one… is waiting in my room, naked~”
Ye Ying’s unsubtle hint rang in the back of his mind.
Fan Zhuo’s steps faltered slightly but didn’t stop.
His pace was unsteady, almost like a desperate retreat.
He felt the wicked fire within his body fully stirred, burning his mouth dry and his whole body hot.
What was worse, his body’s reaction was far more honest than his reason.
He could clearly feel that beneath the white, sacred cleric uniform trousers, a certain part was standing up in an extremely unholy posture, proudly asserting its presence.
This forced him to bend slightly forward, walking in a painfully awkward posture, trying to use the wide uniform to conceal his embarrassment.
Holy Light above, if a guard saw this, the reputation of his “sacred body” would be completely ruined.
He desperately needed a quiet, private, and absolutely safe place to deal with this troublesome “physiological problem.”
This time, he wouldn’t dare ask the Mercy Angel for a prayer again.
What if the angeless held a grudge and just stomped him to death next time?
That image was too beautiful to imagine.
So…
Fan Zhuo’s footsteps involuntarily quickened as he headed toward his room.
However, just as he was bending forward like a little shrimp, sneaking up to his door, the scene before him made him freeze instantly.
Right outside his door, a familiar and alluring figure was pressed against it in a provocative pose.
It was White Rabbit.
She seemed to be eavesdropping on the sounds inside, her whole body tightly glued to the cold alloy door.
To better catch the noise inside, she pressed her upper body very low, her silver head almost buried in her arms.
And this posture caused her voluptuous hips, wrapped in her maid outfit, to involuntarily arch high, forming a perfect, round curve that could make any man’s blood rush.
Her extremely tight maid skirt was already scandalously short.
At this moment, because of the posture, the hem was pulled upward, exposing a pair of plump thighs wrapped in pure white thigh-high stockings without any reservation to the air.
Fan Zhuo’s breath stopped at that moment.
He had only one thought.
Today… he absolutely had to release!
And the White Rabbit right before him wasn’t the most perfect, safest “vent” channel?
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