They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

She reached out and adjusted her glasses.

Through the clear lenses of her glasses, the light seemed to converge in her eyes, making her gaze sharp and radiant.

Her impeccably beautiful face was cold, and she held a cup of coffee in her other hand, exuding an aloof and icy demeanor.

If Char saw her, he would definitely find her appearance somewhat familiar.

Although she is more mature, upon closer inspection, she bears a striking resemblance to Nia.

Long elf ears, emerald green eyes, a voluptuous figure, and a perfectly proportioned body.

Even among the exceptionally beautiful elves, she would be considered an absolutely stunning beauty.

Her stunning figure was constricted by the office lady outfit; the bodycon skirt perfectly hugged her curves, making her waist appear so slender that it seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch.

Beneath the short skirt were white stockings and high heels, revealing long, shapely legs that were slightly plump, neither too thin nor too voluptuous, just right.

At this moment, a look of confusion appeared in the eyes of the aloof and arrogant office lady.

Nia seems to have been quite quiet lately.

As for that strange feeling she had just experienced, she had already put it out of her mind.

The bespectacled beauty lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the council affairs that were not yet finished, and pursed her lips slightly.

I'll go back to see her after I finish work.

She is Nia's aunt.

It was she who had been helping Nia clean up the battlefield all along.

If it weren't for her, Nia would definitely be in a lot of trouble.

They were all slave traders anyway, not worthy of sympathy, so killing them was no big deal.

However, she has been less active lately, which has made her less busy than before.

The child's changes... seem to be greater than expected?

Of course, what happened at the council meeting was not within Char's concern.

He had already put the matter of the glasses aside by this time.

Diana toyed with the wine in her hand, a playful smile on her face.

She readily accepted Xia's heartfelt gift.

With her knowledge and experience, she could naturally see the key to it at a glance.

"There are fluctuations of laws within this?"

It's very faint, though.

She looked up, her gaze towards Xia becoming increasingly interested.

Char simply smiled without saying a word.

"Headmaster, do you still like it?"

Diana reached out and rested her hand on the bottle cap, her smile widening and becoming even brighter.

"I like anything that the little one gives me."

This little guy seems to be more interesting than I expected.

With a slight twitch of her fingers, the cork flew to the side.

The intoxicating aroma of wine immediately filled the room, lingering for a long time.

Diana held it under her nose and sniffed it gently.

"It smells really nice~".

As the amber-colored liquid was slowly poured into the glass, its translucent color was incredibly enticing.

Diana took a small sip, her beautiful eyes unconsciously narrowing.

It is rich and aromatic, yet not heavy.

It's rare that it could make my taste buds explode.

As the wine went down her throat, her slender neck twitched slightly.

When the wine glass was emptied, Diana's eyes had become somewhat unfocused.

Looking at the boy in front of her, she couldn't help but hug him.

Even though the seats were spacious, it still felt quite crowded with two people sitting down.

Char was caught off guard for a moment, and then found himself being carried horizontally in Diana's arms.

A princess carry? To me?

A bit difficult to stretch.

Shouldn't I be the one carrying people?

But faced with overwhelming power, Char had no chance to fight back.

They were forced to lie before the majestic bosom of the evil god.

Its rich, soft texture is incredibly comforting.

It was a bit cramped, but it felt pretty good.

Diana held the boy in her arms, her heart filled with love and tenderness.

She gently patted the boy's back, as if coaxing a child.

"Just call out to me and I'll feed you!"

Her voice was magnetic and alluring, with a rising tone at the end, full of suggestive undertones.

As she spoke, Diana even moved her body slightly, allowing the boy to fully feel the power of maternal love.

The combination of the two is quite meaningful.

An ordinary teenager would probably have immediately become addicted to it.

Who could resist a loving, strong, and forgiving mother?

Besides, just by calling out "Mommy," one can receive such benefits; it's practically the lifelong dream of countless young people.

Diana was well aware of her charm.

As the older sister type, she not only knows her own charm very well, but also understands the weaknesses of young people.

She was just teasing him on purpose.

Why are you shouting?

As a principled young man, Char naturally wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.

So even when he was oppressed, he remained proud and unyielding.

Reach out and push away the food that's almost in your mouth.

"Principal, there's no room for negotiation on this!"

His words were resolute; even when deeply immersed in a world of pleasure, he remained rational.

Please, this is an evil god!

It's not just the principal's power; his own abilities are also exceptional.

Once you actually shout it out, the contract will be established immediately.

Char has no intention of becoming the child of an evil god, so he naturally ignores such hints.

"Please answer my question~ Just say it once, okay~?"

Diana pressed Char's head against her chest, nuzzling him affectionately.

However, compared to the coquettishness of a young girl, the coquettishness of an older, muscular woman is even more endearing.

Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if she were drunk.

After Char finally managed to withstand the onslaught of the face wash, he was immediately met with a barrage of persistent attacks.

With their noses touching, Char could even smell the big sister's breath.

Her red lips parted slightly, exhaling the smell of alcohol.

"Just one call, two simple words, and everything you want can become a reality!"

His deep, magnetic voice was very close, gently yet seductively urging her on.

It's perfectly normal for a drunken evil god to act cute and whisper sweet nothings in someone's ear.

But Char scoffed at it.

Just a call... that's all?

You think I'm kidding me?!

Besides, it's just a small glass of wine; it's possible that Nia and Oboro, those two weaklings, could get drunk.

But the one in front of me clearly cannot.