Chapter 127: Could this be it?

“Teacher Yu Qi, you have something against me! This is prejudice! I protest! I protest!!!”

“How could there possibly be a problem with my moral character?”

“You aren’t trying to take me to the office to do something strange, are you?! No way… Let me go!”

As school was about to end, An Xiaoling was grabbed by the scruff of her neck by Teacher Yu Qi. She continued to provoke him as she was dragged toward the teachers’ office.

‘Seriously, what is going on in that little head of hers?’

Su Qi followed them to the office, listening to Teacher Yu Qi’s complaints. He had originally planned to wait for An Xiaoling to apologize so they could go to Saint Freya Cathedral together. 

However, upon reaching the office door, Su Qi couldn’t help but pause. Having read An Xiaoling’s self-reflection essay, he knew exactly how bizarre it was. He had assumed this would just be a simple matter of her rewriting it. But perhaps it was the magical logic brought about by her Elf Race Ability, because even with the office door closed, Su Qi could hear the two of them arguing.

For every sentence Teacher Yu Qi spoke, An Xiaoling fired back with three.

Seeing this, Su Qi felt a headache coming on. As a veteran student of many years, he understood a fundamental rule of school life: never argue with a teacher. If you just go along with them, the matter usually ends quickly. But if you resist, things become a huge ordeal. Judging by the current situation, An Xiaoling was going to be locked in a verbal battle with Teacher Yu Qi for a long time.

*Beep beep beep—*

Just as Su Qi was standing outside the office, wondering how he should deal with Ye Fufu today since An Xiaoling was trapped—and whether he should ask Senior Sister Lin Xue for help—his phone suddenly rang with a notification.

He pulled out his mobile phone, and when he saw the sender, his heart skipped a beat.

It was just like Murphy’s Law: the more someone fears something, the more likely it is to happen. The person who sent the message was none other than Ye Fufu, the person Su Qi needed to be most wary of right now.

Ye Fufu: ‘Xiao Qi, isn’t school over now? I’ve been waiting for you at the entrance for so long. Why haven’t you come out yet?’

Looking at the message, Su Qi felt a wave of unease. Although Ye Fufu was close with his brother, Mo Yu, and it would be incredibly easy for her to get his class schedule, she was a Saintess. Shouldn’t she be busy? Why did it seem like she had come to pick him up personally?

Was she that impatient? Or was she afraid he would run away?

Since Ye Fufu had already arrived at the door, Su Qi felt he couldn’t hide, even though his heart was protesting. Listening to the increasingly heated debate inside the office, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Helplessly, he sent a text to An Xiaoling saying he was heading to work first. Then, he shouldered his small backpack containing the “Little Devil Set” and walked out of the teaching building.

Feeling the weight of the backpack, Su Qi’s mood was complicated. 

‘Emmm… Why do I feel like a girl in debt carrying “special equipment” to meet her creditor?’

He shook his head, pushing the inappropriate thought away. Not long after stepping out of the building…

*Honk—*

Following the sound of the horn, he saw an eye-catching, snow-white Maserati sports car waiting in a parking space. Looking at that trident logo and then at Saintess Ye Fufu, who was waving gently from the driver’s seat, Su Qi felt a bit conflicted.

‘Why is it that even though we’re both “girls” now, I’m the one in debt while everyone else seems way richer than me?’

“Xiao Qi, you’re quite late.”

Opening the car door with a mix of jealousy and curiosity, Su Qi sat down and immediately heard Ye Fufu’s questioning remark. He didn’t hide anything and told her the truth about the self-reflection essay incident.

Ye Fufu didn’t say much after hearing the explanation and quickly started the car.

The Maserati lived up to its reputation as a luxury car; the ride was incredibly smooth. Combined with the holy fragrance that naturally drifted from Ye Fufu, the environment was actually quite comfortable. However, considering the two or three things that had happened in the Confession Room last time—especially regarding his toes—Su Qi felt incredibly embarrassed. He looked restless, his body stiff.

Perhaps to ease the atmosphere, Ye Fufu took the initiative to start a conversation while they were waiting at a red light.

“Xiao Qi, I’ve completely removed the aura of the Curse from your sister, Su Lulu, over the past few days. Although she hasn’t woken up yet, you don’t need to worry too much.”

Hearing Ye Fufu’s words, Su Qi was both surprised and touched. He clearly remembered that on the first day Su Lulu was admitted to Saint Freya Cathedral, Ye Fufu had broken into a fine sweat after only thirty minutes of treatment. No matter how he looked at it, that Curse was incredibly powerful. And yet, in less than a few days, it had been completely cleared. It was obvious that Ye Fufu had put all her effort into treating his sister.

“Thank you for your hard work, Sister Fufu.”

After thanking her gratefully, a new doubt arose in his mind. “Sister Fufu, if the Curse on my sister is gone, shouldn’t she normally wake up? Why is she still unconscious?”

Ye Fufu didn’t answer immediately. She thought for a moment, organizing her words before speaking slowly.

“Xiao Qi, when someone has been in a coma for a long time, they need a trigger to wake up even if their body is fine. It’s like the Hero, my teammate, who is in the room next to your sister. His injuries disappeared a long time ago, but he still hasn’t woken up.”

Hearing Ye Fufu use the Hero as an example, Su Qi felt more inclined to believe her. If she had used anyone else, he might have suspected the Saintess was trying to trick him into extending their “improper” relationship.

“Then Sister Fufu, what should the trigger be?”

Hearing Su Qi’s natural question, a slight smile curved the crimson lips on Ye Fufu’s holy face.

“Triggers are mysterious things. Sometimes, if you do nothing, they wake up when it’s time. But if we want to intervene, there are many ways. The main method is external emotional stimulation—having family or someone in a close relationship say something intimate. You use sound, language, and even your presence to wake the consciousness.”

Although Ye Fufu’s explanation seemed reasonable, seeing that smile on her face gave Su Qi a faint sense of foreboding. And in the next second, that bad feeling was confirmed by her next words.

“Xiao Qi, as sisters, you and Su Lulu should be very close. But if ordinary conversation worked, she would have woken up long ago. So, I think we can go to her room later and do some things that involve a bit of… contrast. By the way, Xiao Qi, did you bring the clothes?”

‘Contrast… Sister’s room… Clothes…’

Connecting those three terms and recalling the confession incident, Su Qi couldn’t help but feel nervous. Ye Fufu’s thoughts were far too easy to guess. Last time, they had done it right under Mo Yu’s nose. This time, was she going to use “curing his sister” as an excuse to play some sort of “roleplay” game?

‘Did this woman activate some weird fetish after the last incident?!’

‘Ugh… what if Sister wakes up while I’m “educating” Ye Fufu?’

While Su Qi was lost in a nervous silence over Ye Fufu’s wicked suggestion, the Maserati arrived at Saint Freya Cathedral. It was nearly 3:00 PM, and the cathedral doors were wide open with many believers moving about piously.

Seeing the crowd, Su Qi breathed a sigh of relief. At the very least, his “time” with Ye Fufu would have to wait until the activities ended. Noticing Su Qi looking outside, Ye Fufu thought for a moment before speaking.

“Xiao Qi… oh, that’s not right. Master. Today is Monday, a regular Prayer Day. From 3:30 PM to 4:15 PM, the song of praise to the gods will ring out in the cathedral, and I will be conducting the believers.”

“Master, if you don’t want to sing, you can go to the second floor to check on your sister first. Oh, and while you’re at it, you can change into the Little Devil Set to make it easier for us to treat her. After all, you wouldn’t want your sister to stay in a coma forever, right?”

Listening to Ye Fufu call him “Master” one after another, her holy eyes sparkling with excitement and her cheeks flushed, and then hearing her “treat her” threat… Su Qi felt like his world was collapsing.

‘So… who is the master here? She hasn’t given me any right to refuse, and that last sentence was a blatant provocation!’

‘Wait, is Ye Fufu trying to make me accumulate resentment so that I’ll punish her even harder later?’

Thinking about it, it seemed very likely.

‘Hiss—’

‘She’s so calculating!’

However, looking at this Saintess with her specific tastes, it really was difficult to deal with her. If he punished her with words, she would be happy. If he punished her physically, she would clearly be even happier. There was no solution; everything felt like a reward for her.

While Su Qi was lost in thought, Ye Fufu took his hand and led him familiarly to Su Lulu’s ward on the second floor. As soon as they entered the room, before Su Qi could even look at his sister, Ye Fufu placed an object in his palm.

It was a simple-looking pink device with only three buttons, looking somewhat like a television remote. The buttons were labeled simply: Low, Medium, and High.

Looking at this strange, small pink device, Su Qi’s head filled with questions. Why did Ye Fufu give him this?

Curious, Su Qi lightly pressed the “Medium” button.

“Ah… mmh~”

In the next second, the originally dignified and elegant Ye Fufu standing beside him let out a soft, numbing groan. Her entire body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Seeing this, Su Qi’s eyes widened in shock. 

‘This little thing… could it be…’

Amidst Su Qi’s confused and surprised gaze, Ye Fufu slowly grasped his snow-white hand and spoke softly.

“Master, I like the feeling of being controlled by you. But since we’ll be in a public place later, please… show some mercy.”