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

Sistine's smile widened even more.

Her silly smile inadvertently revealed a touch of naivety.

So happy!

As Char spent more time in real life with this senior, his impressions from the game gradually became a reality.

They became real, flesh-and-blood people.

Her aloofness is simply because she rarely interacts with people, making her appear cold.

But once you get to know her, you'll gradually discover a different side of the Sword Saintess.

At this moment, this unknown side of her is slowly being revealed to Xia.

Sistine knew that she owed all her progress to Char.

Words cannot express my gratitude, but I must repay this kindness.

"Junior Xia, would you like to come to my house later? I have something to give you as a small gift to thank you for your help."

Sistine's earlobes were slightly pink, but she still extended an invitation to Char in a generous manner.

"Okay."

Char readily agreed without giving it much thought.

What kind of bad things could an innocent senior student do?

but……

When Xia opened the door and saw the beautiful figure in front of him, he was completely stunned.

He almost wanted to turn back and look at the gate, wondering if he had gone to the wrong place.

But who else could be the person in the center of the room but Sistine?

At this moment, the Sword Saintess's hands were bound behind her back, and white silk ribbons bound her completely.

Kneeling on the ground, with her eyes covered, she presented a pitiful and tragic image of a defeated saintess.

Just by looking at her, one can almost imagine the pitiful state the defeated saintess would face.

The visuals are absolutely stunning!

Even now, her face showed a look of shame and indignation at having been brutally murdered by villains.

She bit her lip with her pearly teeth, and although her eyes were covered, she still landed precisely in the direction of the door.

Char was shocked.

"Who taught you this?!"

He closed the door, blocking any possible line of sight, and walked up to Sistine.

“My best friend taught me how to do it. She said I would like it.”

Sistine bit her lip, a hint of shyness in her expression, her fair face flushed a light pink.

But then, his expression changed to one of shame and indignation.

Char's suspicions were confirmed.

It really was her!

He thought of that wicked woman who could rival Feng Aotian's fiancée.

He is also the protagonist of the second phase of the story.

Char's voice became earnest.

"Senior, you can't just trust others blindly; you have to think for yourself."

Sistine's back hunched slightly.

But I have no experience.

He was the first woman he ever met.

Her best friend was very popular, so she had no choice but to ask her for help.

But now it seems the result isn't very good.

Sistine lowered her head and muttered softly.

"I thought you would like this."

Can he say he doesn't like it?

Char observed Sistine's current posture.

Okay, although that guy wasn't a good person.

But he had to admit that he really liked this kind of senior.

"How could that be? I love you no matter what."

Char reached out and stroked Sistine's cheek, pinching it slightly in her delight.

"I like it just the way it is."

She has done so much for me, how could I let her down?

Therefore, in order not to disappoint Sistine, he naturally had to perfectly integrate himself into the role-playing.

"I won't give in!"

His clear voice seemed to be suppressing something, and it trembled slightly.

The boy's mischievous laugh rang out.

"Really? I hope you'll say something like that in a little while."

Sistine couldn't help but struggle slightly, but her bound hands did not break free; instead, her clothes became even more disheveled.

She bit her lip, her expression stubborn and aloof, but the flush on her face betrayed her truest feelings.

Char couldn't help but sigh.

It's really satisfying to bully a defeated and fallen sword saintess!

Inside the room, the heat was scorching hot, like the height of summer.

The room was filled with the warmth of spring.

The doors and windows blocked the view of outsiders; only by getting close could one hear some faint noises.

As the room grew warmer, their hearts drew closer together.

Some people may appear aloof and unattainable on the surface, but in reality...

Xia looked at the charming blonde older sister, whose hair was disheveled and whose clothes were torn but who was still tied up.

He is a typical pervert.

Char's mind conjured up images of Sistine's usual appearance, a stark contrast to her current state.

Like a fairy of the night.

He couldn't help but think of the soft, cute, and innocent succubus princess.

A feeling of emotion welled up inside me.

As expected, anyone else seems more like a succubus than Oboro!

After receiving the senior's work, the room returned to calm.

Char sat on the sofa, with the blonde saint kneeling in front of him.

She tilted her head slightly and felt the boy's breath behind her.

The young man held her jade-like hand in his, and the binding force gradually loosened.

As the white ribbon slipped off, the red marks on her slender white wrist came into view.

At this moment, Sistine was completely powerless and, having lost her support, collapsed limply into Char's arms.

Her stunningly beautiful face was rosy, her skin glowing with a pinkish hue, almost too alluring.

Xia was very gentle, and only after removing all the restraints from her body did he prepare to take his leave.

However, her hand was grabbed.

Sistine looked up, her face filled with a mixture of sadness and sorrow.

"Huh? You're going back right after you finished eating?"

Its pitiful little appearance evokes pity.

Even Char felt like he was a bit of a jerk.

He sat down on the sofa again and took her hand in his.

“I always have to go home; they’re waiting for me there.”

Sistine bit her lip.

"Then, wait for me a moment, I'll go with you."