Chapter 172: Fulfill Your “Purification” Duty!

“……?”

Astreia was immediately stunned.

She clearly had not expected Wendy to suddenly start quibbling over words in such an intensely romantic atmosphere.

‘Pet or Guardian, what was the difference? Weren’t they both just her “Fluffball”?’

Looking at Astreia’s rare, dazed expression, Wendy laughed secretly.

He didn’t really care about the title.

In fact, ever since that night in the Royal Palace when he confessed everything to Astreia, Wendy had discovered a serious problem.

The originally loyal, humble, and somewhat shy Princess Royal seemed to have disappeared.

She had been replaced by the “Witch” before him, who made no effort to hide her desire and possessiveness, viewing him as her property.

Admittedly, being forced into love by such a stunning yandere elder sister was intoxicating both physically and mentally.

The feeling of being entirely needed and entirely possessed was enough to give any man’s vanity the ultimate satisfaction.

However, Wendy’s reason was frantically ringing alarm bells.

He worried that over time, the true personality belonging to “Astreia” would be completely swallowed and replaced by the more powerful “Witch” personality.

Over the past few days, the Prince had not been without thoughts of resisting — or rather, trying to awaken the suppressed “main personality.”

But day and night, he was driven to distraction by the Witch, left in a state of lingering lust.

He could not muster a single shred of strength to resist, and even his ability to think became sluggish in that extreme pleasure.

But now, in this unfamiliar Academy and this brand-new environment, it was the perfect opportunity.

He intended to use this nonsensical question to interrupt her sexual rhythm!

As long as she started thinking, the desire-driven Witch State would be interfered with by reason, and her offensive would naturally crumble.

“This is important,” Wendy said, pressing his advantage with a fake serious expression.

“Identity determines rights and obligations! This concerns my future… family status!”

“If I am a Pet, then you are responsible for everything. You have to provide me with good food and drink, and you have to keep me happy.”

“If I am a Guardian, then I am not only responsible for your safety, but I also have to earn a salary! You have to pay me!”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, even adding with mock gravity, “Of course, if you are willing, I can also accept payment with my body.”

Astreia: “……”

Those eerie violet eyes simply watched the Prince as he “argued his point” beneath her, her gaze becoming increasingly strange.

She found that she… couldn’t quite keep up with this man’s train of thought.

The atmosphere in the room gradually slid from dangerous and ambiguous toward a strange direction.

The rotation speed of the purple vortex in the Witch’s eyes slowed down visibly.

Wendy was delighted.

However, just as he thought he was about to successfully escape and even wanted to say more to consolidate his victory…

Astreia suddenly laughed. It was not the aggressive laugh of the Witch State, but a… a light chuckle from the heart, as if she were thoroughly amused.

“Are you finished?”

She leaned down until her nose almost touched Wendy’s.

Her eyes, which were beginning to lose their purple hue and gradually returning to a clear emerald green, were full of playfulness.

“I-I’m finished.”

Wendy felt a bit guilty at this sudden change.

“Very well.”

Astreia nodded and then gave her final verdict.

“During the day, you are the Guardian.”

“And at night — ” the Princess’s voice lowered again, her warm breath brushing over the Prince’s lips and bringing waves of numbness, “you are the Pet!”

“Uh…?”

The smile on Wendy’s face completely froze.

His carefully planned logical trap and self-righteous arguments were shattered by a single, casual sentence.

Guardian by day, Pet by night?

What kind of exploitative contract was this?

Even a capitalist would weep!

Without waiting for the Prince to come up with a new argument, Astreia, who had been kneeling on one knee on the sofa and maintaining a subtle distance, moved.

Her long, slender legs, clad in academy stockings, lifted gracefully and crossed over Wendy’s body.

Her knee pressed gently yet irresistibly into the sofa cushion on the other side.

With this movement, Astreia shifted from her previous confining posture to completely straddling him.

Wendy’s heart trembled.

A real sense of weight was transmitted through the thin fabric.

Although Astreia used her arms and knees for support and did not press her full weight down, the oppressive feeling of being completely overshadowed and enveloped was ten times stronger than before.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

Wendy struggled to raise his hands, trying to push her shoulders away.

“It’s broad daylight! According to our agreement, I’m the Guardian right now!!”

This was his last and only theoretical basis.

Hearing this, Astreia paused slightly and glanced out the window.

The afterglow of the sunset was passing through the clouds, gilding the distant bell tower with a warm, golden edge.

The sky had indeed not yet turned completely dark.

A flicker of hope ignited in Wendy’s heart.

However, Astreia simply withdrew her gaze and looked back at the lovely person beneath her, a thin smile playing on her lips.

“So what?”

She lowered her head, her breath brushing against the Prince’s nose.

“As a Guardian, when the Master encounters ‘danger,’ shouldn’t you use your body to protect me?”

“…Where exactly are you in danger?”

Wendy felt his breathing being willfully distorted by this woman.

“I am in great danger.”

Astreia’s voice dropped even lower.

As she spoke, she grabbed Wendy’s hand and pressed it against her heaving chest.

“Look, my body is very hot and my heart is beating so fast… perhaps I’ve been hit by some unknown curse or wicked magic.”

Through a layer of fabric, the breathtaking curves and the clear, powerful heartbeat were transmitted unreservedly to the Prince’s palm.

Thump — !

Wendy’s hand felt as if it had been touched by a branding iron.

He tried to pull back suddenly, but she gripped him even tighter, making it impossible to move.

“So, my Prince.”

In Astreia’s eyes, the purple that had just faded began to swirl and spread once more.

“Now, you must fulfill your duty as a Guardian and use your body to ‘purify’ me.”

“You’re just using twisted logic!”

Wendy was both angry and anxious, his cheeks turning so red they looked ready to bleed.

“And… and these are newly issued uniforms! They’ll get wrinkled!”

In his desperation, he even blurted out such an irrelevant reason.

“Oh?”

Astreia looked down at the brand-new uniforms they were both wearing, then showed an “I see” expression.

She reached out her other hand, her slender fingers pinching the button on the Prince’s shirt.

“You reminded me.”

Her fingertip gave a light flick.

Snap.

The first button popped open.

“It really would be bad if they got wrinkled.”

Snap.

The second one.

“Then we’ll just take them off ~~~”