Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Shuoyue sat up and looked down. She saw a blonde girl lying on the bed, wearing a school uniform (Leetishia's) after removing her armor. After being disturbed by Shuoyue, she just pouted in dissatisfaction, and then fell asleep again with a silly smile on her face.

If you look closely, you'll see that the girl, half-asleep, loosened her tight school uniform tie and even unbuttoned a few buttons on her white shirt, revealing glimpses of her cleavage. Coupled with the ample breasts that even the mascot could never match, it was dazzling.

"Let's go to the living room and rest for a while." After admiring for a long time, Shuoyue silently got up, intending to leave. However, just as he was getting off the bed, Jeanne suddenly frowned, raised her arms, and with her eyes closed, accurately embraced Shuoyue, pulling him back into the warm bed.

"Don't go, huff... huff... (sleeping)"

Is she asleep or awake?

At first, Shuoyue subconsciously struggled, but as the white shirt became looser, he decisively stopped moving and could only helplessly be held in Jeanne's arms, like an emotionless pillow.

I don't know what kind of unexpected development this is, but isn't this saintess a bit too careless?

He vaguely realized something, but the 'Bed Sealing Technique' that had suppressed countless heroes throughout history was not just for show. Especially with a warm and soft woman by his side, fatigue surged up, and Shuoyue silently yawned, simply closing his eyes to make the best of a bad situation.

Tired, destroy it.

Putting aside any potential future disasters, Shuoyue let the Saintess hold her in her arms and fell asleep peacefully on the soft 'cushion'.

He slept until the sun was high in the sky.

Arranged

I have my exam tomorrow, so I'm setting up.

This is my first time taking leave after more than a month of perfect attendance... But it's exam week, so I won't take fewer leaves, I'll only take more (runs away).

Chapter 440 The Indescribable and Unspeakable

Chapter 441 The Indescribable... The Unspeakable...

It felt like I was hugging a very warm pillow, and even my dreams were sweet.

Her long eyelashes fluttered as the saint awoke from her dream. The afternoon sunlight filled her amethyst eyes, making the languid girl as beautiful as a spring painting.

The blankets still held the soft sunlight and the faint scent of the young girl. As Jeanne shifted into a more comfortable position, intending to stay in bed longer, the foreign object in her hand made her squint and look at it.

The tightly clenched black shirt came into view.

"This is?!"

Joan of Arc was instantly jolted awake, as if bitten by a snake. She threw off her shirt, sprang up from the bed, and turned her head to look.

There was nothing beside her except for the dents that had been pressed down, which told the story of someone having been there.

Considering who the person staying there was, and the dark shirt embroidered with gold patterns in his hand, it goes without saying who the 'lucky one' who had shared a bed with this saint was.

How could he... how could he do this?!

Recalling the young man's handsome yet aloof face, Joan of Arc couldn't help but lick her dry lips, only to be surprised to find that... her lips tasted a little salty and had a metallic taste.

Those who have been through many battles will naturally recognize this as the taste of blood.

But she wasn't injured, so where did the blood come from?

"Miss Jeanne..." The original owner of this body, Leticia, spoke softly in my mind, "Do you remember what you did after you fell asleep last night?"

"At night? After I fell asleep?" Jeanne smiled gently and elegantly. "Miss Leticia, you really know how to joke. How could I remember anything when I was asleep? I just had a dream, and I dreamt about a pillow and stuff. I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but I think I bit into it thinking it was something delicious... It was a strange dream, wasn't it?"

Leticia fell silent.

"Right?" Joan of Arc persisted, repeating with a smile. But as she smiled, the smile vanished, and she looked down at the shirt in her hand... Suddenly, the saintly woman threw herself back onto the covers, skillfully binding herself into a maggot-like shape, and began to roll around.

"Waaaaah QAQ, what have I done?!"

Clearly, the saintess also had some guesses about the true identity of the 'pillow,' but perhaps it's better not to know some things.

"He hugged me? Did I hug him? If that's the case, wouldn't I be utterly disgraced in his eyes!" Joan of Arc's cries filled the blanket, along with her disheveled black and gold shirt.

...In fact, in front of Mr. Shuoyue, you have long lost your reputation, haven't you?

Leticia, who woke up an hour earlier than Joan of Arc, sighed. Although she had lent her body to the saintess, she could still see what was happening outside.

That morning, the young man whose body was stiff but who remained motionless despite Joan of Arc's hands and feet entwining around him, had a pair of beautiful and deep golden eyes that Leticia still remember vividly.

What emotions are hidden in that complex yet slightly indulgent gaze?

For some reason, she was very curious.

Meanwhile, the restaurant

The android enjoyed waking up early, breathing in the fresh air, and feeling the comfort of her body stretching out. Before Shuoyue prepared lunch, she had already explored the entire house in her excitement, but she still obediently stayed inside.

While Shuoyue was busy in the kitchen, the android girl rested her chin on her hand, tilting her head to observe the young man's actions. Her ruby-like eyes were pure, full of childlike curiosity and inquiry.

"But teacher, don't you look too well today?"

After seeing Shuoyue's handsome yet clouded face several times, the android pondered for a long time before frankly expressing his thoughts.

"It seems you can already sense other people's emotions, not bad." After giving a habitual instruction, Shuoyue couldn't help but reach out and lightly touch the area below his collarbone. The sudden burst of pain made his eyebrows twitch and he gasped for breath.

For some reason, the pain from this minor injury was more intense than the piercing by Vlad III. Every touch felt like a bomb exploding in her heart, stirring up a turbulent flow of emotions that even Shuoyue herself couldn't quite understand.

There are very complicated reasons behind this, which I won't explain to you.

Just then, Shuoyue caught a glimpse of the blond figure and stealthily crept out from behind the wall. When she saw the two of them in the kitchen, she froze.

"Ah, is that Joan of Arc? The one who lives in the teacher's room?"

Because of the new moon's intrusion, the android girl, though she hadn't spoken to Jeanne before, wasn't exactly a stranger: "Um, I remember the greeting is... Good afternoon, have you eaten?"

Out of politeness, Joan of Arc stopped her furtive 'sneaking' and was about to answer when Shuoyue, who was wiping the table, spoke up quietly.

"The saintess, who has been sleeping like a lazy pig until now and is dreaming about food, has of course not had lunch."

"Hahaha..." Joan of Arc chuckled dryly, having been hit where it hurt, and tried to slip away from this troublesome place. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I have other things to attend to. Goodbye!"

"Stop." The young man's slow, deliberate voice was like an imperial edict, immobilizing the Saintess, who possessed EX-level magic power, and even revealing a mournful expression.

Ding.

The white porcelain plate made a crisp sound as it was placed on the dining table. Shuoyue looked at the timid and hesitant saintess and gave a forced smile.

"Did you forget something?"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc let out an "uh," her pretty face visibly flushing red. After hesitating for a while, she finally handed over the shirt hidden behind her back, her eyes darting away as she turned her head away, not daring to look at the young man in front of her.

"Is this your dress?"

It's obvious that this is the teacher's shirt.

The android girl recognized her at a glance. She looked at Jeanne with a strange expression, then shifted her gaze to Shuoyue, who had been wearing a black robe since morning...

In other words, the teacher wasn't wearing anything underneath?

"Of course, otherwise whose would you like it to be?" Shuoyue was wiping her hands, so she raised her chin, gesturing for Jeanne to put down her shirt.

The blonde girl hesitated for a long time, then finally took small, quick steps, inching closer to the dining table. Like dropping a bomb, she tossed her clothes onto the table, then swiftly withdrew her hand, trying to escape but meeting the young man's gaze. Afraid to move, she could only stammer:

"Um, your clothes, why are they here with me...?"

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue raised an eyebrow.

"You don't remember at all? Really? I still want an explanation from you."

Explanation?

An ominous premonition arose, and Joan of Arc's breath caught in her throat. She heard Shuoyue continue, "After you fall asleep, you either want to hug me or strangle me, and then... oh dear."

Seeing Jeanne's drastically changed expression, Shuoyue clicked her tongue twice with a wicked sense of humor: "I really didn't expect that the Arbitrator would be like this when she's asleep."

"What...what happened to me?!"

Joan of Arc's legs were trembling, but in order to uphold the dignity of the arbiter, she stubbornly tried to argue her case.

They actually look rather cute.

The young man's smile deepened, but he still tried to appear embarrassed: "They did some things to me that I can't describe..."

Unspeakable?! Joan of Arc stared incredulously at the shirt on the table.

"It's hard to say..."

Too embarrassing to say?! The girl's face turned bright red, her eyes were so moist they seemed to drip water, she staggered and quickly sat down on a chair, panting heavily, her full chest heaving up and down.

What did I do to him last night?!

"Miss Joan of Arc, please have some water."

The android girl handed her a glass of water, which Joan of Arc snatched and gulped down in one go. She transformed a glass of plain water into something resembling strong liquor, and with a loud 'bang,' slammed the glass on the table, launching her attack:

"Mr. Shuoyue, please answer my question directly. What...what did I do last night?!"

"You want to know?" The young man was no longer the indifferent person he was yesterday. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with a cunning, fox-like light.

Joan of Arc nervously rubbed her thigh, but still gritted her teeth and said, "Yes!"

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

Sensing that the saintess was about to explode if she was provoked any further, Shuoyue sighed in a mocking manner: "Alright, then please watch carefully."

Looking? Looking at what?

Joan of Arc looked at the new moon in surprise, only to find the white-haired youth smiling. Suddenly, he reached out and removed Hades' cloak.

Her eyes widened in an instant, her lips parted slightly, and her brain, which had just cooled down, started working at full capacity again, almost turning her into a steam princess.

What came into Joan of Arc's view was the young man's naked upper body, his long arms and beautifully sculpted muscles. Just by standing there, he exuded a sharp and indescribable charm, like a steel spear.

In front of the two girls, Shuoyue boldly displayed her figure, and her masculine aura made Jeanne breathless.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted down, following the lines of the muscles, and Jeanne saw a row of neat teeth marks on the lower part of Shuoyue's collarbone, clearly red, obviously a 'wound' that had just been inflicted recently.

As for who started this, it's probably obvious by now.

What happened last night also became clear. Apparently, a certain half-asleep saintess was not only satisfied with hugging Shuoyue and groping him, but she even treated him like something delicious and took a bite out of him...

Joan of Arc let out a soft moan, her brain completely overloaded, and she slumped onto the table, wisps of smoke rising from her head.

Shameless! Utterly shameless!

A saintly French woman, she actually dragged a man to her bed in the middle of the night and did that kind of thing to him.