You think you're worthy of saving the world?

"Anna, what are you doing?" Yuri asked in surprise.

Annabelle remained expressionless and did not answer.

Even after the maid's apron quietly fell to the ground, she showed no sign of stopping.

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Annabelle's excitement gradually overwhelmed her shame, and her movements became more and more skillful and faster.

She neatly folded the fabric and placed it on the floor beside her.

Annabelle is now only left with her maid headdress, black stockings, and a set of black lace.

She knelt down at the boy's feet and looked at Yuri with adoration.

They really did it...

Annabelle felt as if her cheeks were really burning up.

Just as Eileen said, a feeling of happiness she had never experienced before enveloped her whole body.

Eileen was absolutely right. Do I really have this kind of fetish...?

No, it must be because the object of my affections is Euryph that I've become like this...

"Master, please give orders to your Anna."

Annabelle grabbed Yuri's trouser leg and pleaded with a pitiful expression.

"..."

Yuri looked down at her and said, "That's not enough sincerity. Don't try to fool me like that."

"Ugh...!"

Upon hearing this, Annabelle's cheeks flushed even more.

She nodded resignedly, then wrapped her long, lotus-root-like arms behind her back, beginning to dismantle her last defenses.

First, he knelt down and removed part of it, then stood up and removed the other part.

Yuri was satisfied and made her stop.

She knelt down again.

Faced with Euryph's disdainful glances, Annabelle responded with a passionate and adoring look.

"Owner……"

Yuri nodded, and Annabelle immediately lay down on the ground in great joy.

Completely devoid of her usual arrogant and harsh female teacher persona, Annabelle prostrated herself at the feet of the dark-haired boy, performing a dogeza (a traditional Chinese kneeling posture).

Her posture wasn't as standard as Eileen's; she put more emotion into it than technique.

“Master, please forgive my past disrespect,” Annabelle said breathlessly.

"From this day forward, Anna will be your maid and your slave, and will serve you wholeheartedly and obey all your commands."

Driven by excessive excitement, he blurted out everything he should and shouldn't have said.

"Really? I don't believe it."

A cold voice came from above, and Annabelle quickly raised her head.

"Master! Please believe me!"

When he looked up, he met Yuri's superior gaze.

That disdainful look made her head spin even more, and Annabelle pressed her forehead to the ground again in shame and anger.

"Really, really. You are my master... I am willing to give you everything."

She murmured softly, stretching her neck and slowly bringing her moist lips closer to Euryph's feet...

"Ugh, so dirty...!"

Yuri quickly withdrew her leg in disgust.

"I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds..."

Annabelle was so ashamed and indignant by the boy's blunt words that she couldn't help but sway her body.

She felt both relieved and somewhat disappointed, but she hadn't quite adjusted her mood yet—

Yuri then lifted his foot and stepped on the back of her head.

"Ugh...!"

In that instant, Annabelle lost all ability to think.

I am being trampled under my master's feet!

Shame and excitement washed away all rationality like a tidal wave.

In that moment, Annabelle was no longer anyone's teacher.

She was, in essence, a maid whose sole purpose was to please her master.

Annabelle squeezed her round thighs together: "Thank you for your kindness, Master...?"

130 Cecilia: Declaring war on Mother!

At my feet was a scene that made my blood boil.

Yuri looked down at Annabelle, who was kneeling before him, his heart filled with a pleasurable sense of domination.

Her delicate, smooth back, rounded, pert buttocks, and slender, long arms gleamed with an alluring whiteness in the dim night.

Her long, purple hair was scattered messily across the carpet, like a dark shadow, exuding a strange, magical aura.

The moonlight shone on her trembling body, revealing her shame and excitement.

Yuri withdrew her foot from the back of Annabelle's head.

“Lift your head up.”

"It's...master."

As Annabelle raised her upper body, her two long-suppressed, white and full breasts shook violently.

She remained in the position of prostrating herself with her hands on the ground, her once proud face now devoid of its former arrogance, tears welling in her eyes mixed with humiliation and joy.

Annabelle tilted her head back, meeting the disdainful gaze from above, feeling the turbulent heat coursing through her body, awaiting her master's next command.

Yuri placed her hand on her hair and gently stroked it.

"Uh-huh..."

Annabelle narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but make a sound.

It was the first time someone had stroked my head, and I never imagined it would feel so wonderful.

While her hair was being ruffled, her breathing became rapid, and her toes involuntarily curled up.

Yuri stroked her hair as if petting a pet, then gently lifted her face and cupped it in his hands.

"Anna, you must have something else you want to tell me."

Annabelle's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded gently.

She nestled her face against Yuri's hand and murmured about the past.

The reason Annabelle kept targeting Yuri at school was because...

"Is it because I disappointed Anna recently?" Yuri said dismissively.

Annabelle's eyes widened, and she shook her head: "Huh? No, it's not like that, quite the opposite..."

"It's okay, I completely understand how you feel."

To this day, Euryphus Falción remains an ordinary yet hardworking figure in Annabelle's mind.

Annabelle found this prophetic child incredibly adorable; his pitiful appearance made one want to protect and silently support him.

But recently, Euryphus has changed.

What might seem like a minor change to others, such as "getting it" or "growing up," is a completely different feeling for Annabelle, who has been silently watching over Yuri.

She paid more attention to Euryphus than anyone else, and therefore was more perceptive of the anomaly than anyone else.

Although the soul inside the vessel called Euryphus remains the same, his mental structure... his personality has undergone a dramatic change.

She realized that the prophetic child she had once revered and regarded as her spiritual pillar might have disappeared—

Annabelle inevitably developed a physiological aversion to the current Euryphus.

This aversion gradually deepened, eventually transforming into the most profound hatred.

In Yuri's previous life, there was a similar saying, also known as "getting out of the pit and then stepping back."

Someone who was once a fan of someone but stopped liking that person for some reason started spreading false information on various websites and forums to smear their former idol.

When excessive expectations are placed on someone, and reality falls far short of those expectations, even the most ardent fans can turn into the most ardent haters.

Annabelle is probably in a similar situation.

She, who had once silently supported the prophesied child, felt deceived.

The positive reviews from those around her regarding Euryphus 2.0 made her feel even more betrayed.

“I’m sorry, I’m a shallow woman…” Annabelle said through tears.

"Does Anna still hate me?" Yuri asked.

"how come!"

Annabelle shook her head quickly.

She didn't continue speaking, but simply lay down on the ground again, expressing her attitude through her actions.

"I can rest assured that."

Yuri said with a smile, "I was very sad when Anna-sensei disliked me."

"sorry."