I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 245 The Pope's Harem Beauties (Part 2)

Two golden and red moons hang in the sky, radiating a hazy glow.

The warm-colored magic crystal chandelier flickered on and off, creating a slightly ambiguous atmosphere in the study.

'Wouldn't doing this play right into this guy's hands?'

Recalling Ron's twisted, perverse, and shameful dark thoughts, Olivia suddenly shuddered.
The second fist hovering above the blond boy's head seemed unsure whether it should strike.

The pretty fox-like eyes stole a glance at Ron, and the president coughed lightly, changing the subject:

"Ron, you did a great job this time!"

So, is there any reward?

The blond boy muttered to himself.

However, before he could finish his thought, he suddenly saw a blush flash across the president's fair and delicate face.

"Well, thanks to you this time, and also last time."

The dry thanks seemed insincere, but the violent woman's slightly shy demeanor still broadened Ron's horizons.

She leaned lazily against the edge of the desk, her long, black hair cascading down, shimmering like silk under the crystal chandelier.

The warm golden light cast a soft glow on her slender curves. Her long legs were crossed, her toes lightly touching the ground. She had shed her usual sharp edge and was as delicate and charming as a water lily under the moonlight.

Her eyelashes drooped, casting a light shadow on her cheeks. Her red lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. She exuded a captivating and alluring charm.

Is something on your mind?
Is it because the teacher has avenged his great enemy, and is therefore unusually sad?
Ron noticed Olivia's unusual behavior immediately and intended to pat her on the shoulder to comfort her.

But as soon as you get close, the familiar peach scent inevitably fills your nostrils.

Ron was stunned as he stared at the president, who was acting like a little girl.

The hand that was meant to pat the shoulder somehow inexplicably transformed and uncontrollably landed on the black-haired woman's supple and powerful waist.

His waist trembled slightly, but quickly returned to normal. Even through the fabric, Ron could feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin.

goo-dong-

The spineless virgin nervously swallowed, surprised to find that the expected punch did not come, which emboldened him even more.

He stepped forward again, and their bodies were almost touching, separated only by two thin layers of fabric.

Ron's left hand wasn't idle either. Taking advantage of the close proximity, he quietly slipped behind the dark-haired woman and gently put his arm around her waist.

Even now, the president showed no reaction whatsoever, as if he hadn't noticed the outrageous behavior of his loyal subordinate.

Feeling the warmth emanating from Olivia, the blond boy slightly tiptoed.

To be honest, Ron isn't short, but compared to the president who's wearing high-heeled boots, he's still a bit shorter.

The two drew closer and closer, so close that they could even hear each other's heartbeats and feel each other's breath.

However, Olivia remained completely unresponsive, motionless like a statue, her amber eyes gazing out the window.

However, her long, slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turmoil in her mind.

"President."

Looking at that delicate face, which was slightly alluring yet forcedly serious, Ron was clearly a little restless.
He raised his head and slowly moved closer to Olivia's lips.
But just then, when he was only a millimeter away from his dream, the blond boy's ears twitched, and he suddenly heard someone pressing down on the study doorknob.

In an instant, the ambiguous atmosphere between the two was shattered. Ron saw a flicker of panic in the president's eyes, and his smooth face flushed crimson.

Without any room for maneuver, she abruptly broke free from his embrace, clenched her fist and punched herself in the stomach, then swiftly hid behind the study curtain.

"Cough."

Ron knelt on the ground, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Who's so inconsiderate as to not knock on the door so late at night?
Also, President, why are you running away? Even if you're suspected of being an older man dating a younger woman, there's no need to be so secretive about it!

Ron, slightly out of breath, got up from the floor with a ferocious expression. Before he could even see who it was, he heard the snake woman's soft laughter.

"Hmph, the way you look is like someone who tried to flirt with a girl but got beaten up instead."

Hey, are you a member of a cult or a fortune teller?!

Ron's lips twitched, and he quickly stood up and said:

“You have misunderstood me. Ms. Afra, this is not a good time to talk.”

He pointed to the wall clock, which was nearing midnight.

Miss Snake's tail touched the ground as she gave a serious response:
"I'm sorry, snakes are nocturnal animals."

"Moreover, it's best for us to meet at night, because that way we're less likely to be discovered and can do some shady things as usual."

What nonsense are you spouting now? What do you mean by "shady things"?

To be honest, Ron understood that Afra was talking about something literal and shameful, but he wasn't the only one in the study.

“Ahem, Ms. Afra, it’s a secret plan. We’ll carry out a secret plan at night.”

Ron explained very loudly.

Upon hearing this, Afra drew a circle with her emerald green snake tail and frowned in rebuttal:
"Isn't this still something you can't show to others? Don't you find the feeling of doing bad things exciting?"

Okay, whatever makes you happy. If you really like that, you'll have to sit at the same table as the witch.

The blond boy silently rolled his eyes, then asked seriously:

"Ms. Afra, what brings you to me tonight?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to discuss the future of the Order with you."

"After all, you've almost sidelined that foolish Olivia by infiltrating the Stardust Society, and now you've become the leader of the Holy See. All that's left is to eliminate the royal family, and then we can rule the world."

Ron was dumbfounded.

Is this something that can be easily told to outsiders?

Wait, when did I become an undercover agent?

He blinked repeatedly, trying to shut the foolish snake woman up, but Afra simply frowned and said:
"What's wrong? Why are you blinking so frequently? Is it because your eyes are dry?"

Who told you to ask me if my eyes were dry?!
At that moment, Ron felt utterly powerless, but to clear his name, he still managed to explain loudly while giving a meaningful look:

"I have never intended to join the cult!"

"Besides, I am a confidante of Lady Olivia and the Pope of the Holy See. How could I possibly associate with evil?"

"Ms. Afra, I think..."

Ron intended to use this opportunity to promote the benevolent nature of the "Mother of Compassion," hoping to persuade the foolish snake woman to repent and return to the right path.

But before he could continue running, he suddenly felt a tightness all over his body as he was tightly wrapped by a bright green snake tail.

"You traitorous dog, you really betrayed us!"

"You have truly failed the mistress's high regard for you, and you have failed to appreciate Her painstaking efforts in granting you a private audience!"

Afra's eyes gleamed with a green light as she spoke in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, Ron was stunned; all the women he knew were unreasonable.

Can't you let someone finish speaking?!
"and many more!"

Ron shouted immediately but did not attempt to fight back.

"Miss Afra, sometimes you should look for the reasons within yourself."

"Is it because you're not trying hard enough that your mistress doesn't see you?"

"Are we not on the right track?"
In Ron's view, the Cult of Pain was indeed a genuine cult, and he would not show any favoritism towards the organization because of Miss Snake Woman.

However, the "Mother of Mercy" worshipped by the cult cannot be simply defined as an evil god.

His faith cannot be simply defined as the more evil and wicked one is, the better.

After all, the mistress was merciful.

As for why the Order of Pain became like that, Ron thought there were two reasons.

First, the burden of leader Afra is gone.

Although Miss Snake Woman is naturally cold-blooded, she is not very talented at doing bad things. The only time she was able to show off her combat skills was ruined by Heinleit and the other two.

It is clear that without her burden, the Order of Suffering was truly liberated.

Second, it's due to their own evil nature.

This often attracts more evil people to join, gradually accumulating experience in doing evil, thus straying further and further from the teachings of the Mother Goddess, and even abandoning the merciful side of that deity.

"So you're saying it's my problem again?"

Hearing Ron's confident words, Afra's tail tightened its grip.

The blond boy inwardly groaned, but still gritted his teeth and said:
"If it's not your problem, is it the mistress's problem?"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire study relaxed. Miss Snake opened her mouth, but had no way to refute it.

Yes, as the "chosen one of God's compassion," the mistress naturally had to examine her own reasons for not seeing her.

Even if you're right!

Afra gently put Ron down and then patted his shoulder with the tip of her tail.

But in the next instant, she seemed to realize that something was wrong.

The discussion just now seems to have focused on Ron's betrayal, rather than whether the mistress will see her or not.
Thinking of this, Afra immediately turned her body to the side and used her tail to bind Ron tightly again, pulling him close to her.

A cool, stimulating, minty scent entered the boy's nostrils, making him feel as if he were immersed in an endless grassland.

"I almost fell for your trick, you bad guy. Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Miss Snake Woman stuck out her slightly forked tongue and gently licked Ron's earlobe and the corner of his mouth.

"How...how do you want to punish him?" The blond boy had a vague sense of foreboding.

How should they be punished?

"Of course, I'll strip you naked and use you as my Star Fury to help me reproduce my race. Once you're no longer useful, I'll send you out to work and support our dozens of children until you die from exhaustion."

Well, how terrible!
Ron was terrified and struggled to break free from Afra's restraints.

However, Miss Snake Woman had no intention of joking. No matter how much Ron struggled, he couldn't break free and could only watch helplessly as the buttons on his clothes were unbuttoned little by little.

Oh no, I'm going to get screwed!
Just then, Ron, who was so desperate he was swallowing hard, suddenly heard the doorknob of the study rattle again.

In that instant, Miss Snake remembered that this was a clandestine affair.

So she immediately put Ron down, and her tail, like a spring, instantly hid behind the study curtain.

Hey, there's already someone there!
This scene made Ron extremely anxious, fearing that the two women behind the curtains would start fighting.

However, he no longer had time to care about that.

The door had been pushed open, revealing a face brimming with charm and tenderness.

"Hey little guy, did you miss me?"

The witch wore a white veil with fine checkered soft fur, and her mature and charming face revealed an alluring blush.

She smiled at Ron, then closed the door.

However, after seeing the young man's disheveled clothes, she still frowned and asked:

"Little one, what's wrong?"

"You look like you're about to be raped by a woman."

That's enough!

What's going on tonight? Why are all these women coming in groups?!
Ron's lips twitched, but he didn't answer. Instead, he shook his head, returned to his seat behind the desk, and sat down like a statue.

Having had private contact with women in the past, he knew that he must never let this woman find any topics to talk about.

Otherwise, he would most likely die in his study tonight.

Ron glanced furtively at the now-calm curtains, his face expressionless and his gaze fixed straight ahead.

"What? You don't welcome me, your big sister?"

Seeing this, the witch, wearing crystal-encrusted high heels, walked step by step to the boy.

She wore a beige knee-length trench coat, which completely concealed her alluring figure, making her look less like a glamorous, blooming flower than usual.

Seeing that Ron still didn't reply, Elena tilted her head, her alluring charm turning into tenderness, and chuckled softly:

"What, little guy, do you want to have a drunken brawl with me?"

"Perfect timing, Olivia isn't here. Shall we carry her on our backs?"

"When we have the chance, I'll take you to her office. It'll be really interesting when she comes to work early in the morning and finds us all entangled in a drunken stupor."

No, I think it's interesting enough as it is!
Ron silently retorted in his heart, glanced at the slightly swaying curtain, and said righteously:

"Ms. Elena, how could you do this?!"

"I would never do such a shameless thing!"

The witch paused for a moment upon hearing this, then smiled and said:

"You're such a hypocrite~ Olivia isn't here watching."

"Look, I didn't wear anything to see you!"

As she spoke, she suddenly unbuckled the belt and buttons of her trench coat, revealing that she was only wearing a semi-transparent white gauze nightgown underneath.

Through the dim light in the study, Ron seemed to be able to make out the faint shadows inside.

goo-dong-

He swallowed hard, his face turning as red as a ripe peach.

Of all the women Ron has encountered, the witch is the one he has the least control over.

Seeing the young man's shy expression, Elena suddenly stepped forward and gently kissed his lips, then said softly:

"Don't worry, it'll just be you and me tonight."

"Making love in the Vatican is an unprecedentedly exciting experience!"

Oh no, this woman seems to be serious!!!

The thought had barely crossed Ron's mind when he saw Elena pounce on him.

But just then, the doorknob of the study started moving again.

Elena's gaze sharpened slightly, and she quickly fastened her clothes and slipped behind the nearest curtain.

Don't go in anymore, it's already full!

Ron raised his arm and made a couple of grasping motions before letting it fall limply to the ground.

His gaze swept across the entrance to the study, and as expected, he saw Her Majesty the Empress, dressed in a skirt armor, exceptionally beautiful, with an air of quiet majesty.

"You guys step back first."

Catherine waved first, dismissing the guards who had followed her outside the Holy Church, then nodded slightly to Ron, looking as serious as if she had something important to discuss.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ron was so moved that he burst into tears.

Finally, a normal person has arrived!
"Your Majesty Catherine, is there something important to discuss with you so late?"

Ron took a deep breath and asked in a businesslike tone.

"Ron, there's no need for such formalities between us."

Catherine nodded, then sighed and said:
"There are indeed very important things, but there are even more important things to do in between."

More important things?

Ron blinked, not understanding what Her Majesty the Queen meant.

"The more important thing is..."

“Mr. Ron, don’t you think… the lights in the study are too bright?”

As soon as Catherine finished speaking in a serious tone, the dim yellow light on the desk suddenly dimmed and then went out completely.

The study suddenly fell into darkness. Faced with this familiar scene, Ron's eyelids twitched wildly, and he heard the rustling sound of armor being torn off.

Is this all you guys do?!
Just as the weak, pitiful, and helpless blond boy was about to get up to stop it, he suddenly felt his body sink.

That shapely yet voluptuous body suddenly pounced on him.

At such close range, even without lights, Ron could clearly see a group of half-understood princesses looking at him with seductive expressions.

In the darkness, a serious, flat tone spoke:

"This is indeed an important matter."

"The bloodline of the Hainlet family is already in grave danger, and the pampered children of those nobles disgust me."

“Ron, you are the only one in the entire kingdom worthy to bear children with me and continue our bloodline.”

"This is my order as king, and you are not allowed to refuse!"

What is all this?!
"Don't you have a younger brother?"

The blond boy, quick-witted as ever, hurriedly declined.

"You mean Lyle?"

"Hmph, if I had no heir, the throne would inevitably pass to him or his descendants. Do you think I would do that?"

A disdainful sneer came from the darkness.

But then, another accident occurred.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock on the study door from the outside.

The queen, whose dress was half undone, was startled. She immediately slipped off Ron and rolled away, disappearing behind the nearest curtain.

The curtains suddenly trembled, as if the interior space could not hold so many people.

However, after only two or three seconds, the curtain suddenly went still, as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, the door had already been pushed open from the outside.

Ron's gaze swept over and he discovered that the newcomer was none other than the butler named Ace.

"Your Holiness, there is an important letter from the white archbishop of the coastal suburbs."

The deacon bowed to Ron and then handed him the letter.

"Hmm, you did a good job!"

Pope Ron wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said from the bottom of his heart.

He took the letter but didn't look at it. Instead, he turned his head and asked:
"Anything else?"

"Your Holiness, everything is going smoothly. We've reassured the people and the grassroots priests, and it should be completely resolved by tomorrow."

Seeing that Ron neither nodded nor shook his head, Deacon Ace bowed again.

"Subordinates retire."

"and many more!"

Upon hearing this, Ron quickly called out to the other person.

"I'll go with you."

If he didn't leave now, when would he? If he stayed any longer, Ron knew he would be in deep trouble.

But just as he stepped out with his left foot, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind behind his head.
Ron immediately covered his head and crouched down, dodging the fist that brought up a gust of wind.

However, Esther was not so lucky. He was punched out of the door by Olivia's fist, and the resulting gust of wind even slammed the study door shut.

"Hey, Ron, you've really got some guts now!"

"You're really something, flirting around with every woman you see!"

(End of this chapter)