Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland was pinned down by Vina.

Looking up from this angle, Vina's bangs parted due to gravity, and Roland finally saw Vina's eyes.

Those were eyes like the starry sky of the universe, deep black filled with countless stars, making Roland involuntarily lose herself in them.

Without her messy bangs obscuring her face, Vina looks absolutely gorgeous.

His features were so exquisitely sculpted as if by the hand of nature, and the touch of deep blue at the corner of his eyes added an air of decadence and melancholy, as if sealing away his restless and repressed heart.

With such a face and those outdated round-framed glasses, she should clearly be an intellectual, timid, and sophisticated literary woman.

But when applied to Vina, it becomes the image of a repressed, effeminate, and sultry literary woman.

Roland doesn't like that kind of vulgar type; she prefers the kind of weak, sheep-like girl.

But the tail wouldn't listen to her.

Especially when Vina bent over, her plump white breasts drooped down, bumping against her own chest and squeezing out a round and full curve.

Even through the fabric, Roland's mind was completely disoriented during her reproductive period.

"Oh my, are you blushing?"

Vina opened her mouth with her signature lewd voice, and her slightly perverted tone brought Roland back to her senses.

"Vina, what...what are you doing?"

"what?"

Vina narrowed her starry eyes, her tone tinged with displeasure.

"Miss Fox, you have four ears, yet you can't even hear clearly."

"I just said you needed to apologize with your two little mouths, are you deaf?"

For a moment, Roland's mind raced with abstract knowledge of the Earth's Internet, and she answered immediately.

"The dragon is a symbol of emperors!"

Vina was stunned for a few seconds, not understanding at all, and felt that Roland was talking nonsense, and her displeasure intensified.

"Miss Roland, are you ignoring me?"

Vina reduced the support from her arms, and her entire weight gradually began to press down on Roland.

"In that case, let's get straight to the point."

The voluptuous body brought a wonderful tactile sensation, and the destructive power of a large cart crushing a small horse was fully displayed here. Roland felt breathless in every sense of the word.

She was completely enveloped by Vina's aura, every breath exuding a rich, subtly seductive masculinity.

Vina, a reclusive and eccentric woman, always wrapped herself in an old-fashioned, airtight robe, her body odor accumulating and circulating within the clothing.

But she happens to be a goddess, and goddesses don't get sour or smelly.

The fragrance that Roland smelled was like that of the Ink Shadow Lotus growing in the deepest, dampest cave in the underground world.

Normally indifferent to the outside world, but once it blooms, you can smell the most intense fragrance of the underground world when you get close, as if it is announcing its bloom to everyone.

"The flavor... is too strong."

"Stop it! You can't be doing that here!"

Even if Roland was pure of heart, she knew what Vina was trying to do, and she writhed in panic like a maggot.

Vina ignored Roland's struggles, her lips drawing ever closer, and her wicked hand lifted Roland's dress with swift and decisive movements.

Knowing that she couldn't escape from Jay, Roland turned her face away and shouted.

"Wait, wait, this isn't fair!"

"I only said a few bad things about you behind your back, but you've been deceiving me for a whole day, maybe even half a year, and I haven't even asked you for an apology yet!"

Blanch!

Roland felt wronged by her own cries, and anger welled up in her heart, leading to malice.

With its fox ears tucked down and its tail bristling, it didn't care whether it would anger the goddess, and swung its paws out.

However, due to the limitations of her posture and Vina's overly voluptuous figure, her "Puffing Cat Punch" turned into a "Clawing Dragon Hand," instantly sinking into an astonishing softness.

Roland fell silent, awkwardly staring at Vina.

"Hehehe, looks like you can't wait either."

Vina's laughter was tinged with anger, but she did stop what she was doing and looked at Roland, who was clearly indignant.

"Miss Roland, at least I didn't lie to you today."

"Pah! You filthy liar!" Roland shoved Vina forcefully away. "You said you were a pathetic apprentice-level elf, and that you used to be a librarian!"

"Hehehe, I do indeed only possess apprentice-level magic power, but my divine power cultivation is quite high. As for the librarian, what's wrong with me, the Goddess of the Night, serving as the chief librarian?"

Roland was astonished.

"That's just sophistry!"

"Stop moving! I'm going to yell if you keep doing that!"

It would have been better if Roland hadn't cried out, because as soon as she did, Vina reached into Roland's collar and slipped her hand into the deep rabbit-like crevice.

Sweat-covered palms left a glistening wet mark on the smooth, white skin.

She pulled out Caryl's shield necklace from it, grasped the magical jewelry that Roland always wore in her hand, and activated it with her divine power without hesitation.

A strong protective barrier enveloped the sofa, several times stronger than the one Roland herself had created.

Even if Roland screamed her lungs out inside, no one outside would hear her.

"Hmm, Kalil's little gadget is pretty good; it saves me the time of constructing a magic circle."

Vina chuckled softly, looking at Roland with amusement.

Without making any other move, she fixed her aggressive gaze on Roland's face, scrutinizing her wantonly.

"What? You're not calling anymore?"

Roland was at her wit's end and could only look on with a long face.

"Vina, please don't do this. You can only get my body, not my heart."

"Shouldn't goddesses be aloof and proud? Why do they have to be attracted to my small frame?"

Vina looked at Roland strangely, as if she were looking at a slacker who hadn't learned his manners.

"Why can't I be tempted? With god-level magical skills, it's not difficult for me to seduce girls."

"And another thing," Vina's smile gradually turned sinister, "is it possible that your heart is my real purpose?"

Before Roland could react, she snapped her fingers.

The mage's hand appeared out of thin air, lifting a series of prepared materials from the storage room of the guest room.

Materials, including but not limited to minerals, crystals, and magic scrolls, are rapidly constructed in mid-air, emitting intense power fluctuations.

However, all the noise was blocked by the shielding barrier of the Kalil pendant, only causing transparent ripples in the air.

The materials were ultimately reconstructed into a mysterious mark: three intertwined night feathers, with the main pattern being a half-open book.

The mark didn't rush directly towards Roland, but instead remained in Vina's palm, melting and seeping into her skin.

"Miss Roland, are you ready?"

"What are you preparing? Vina, what exactly are you...?"

Before Roland could finish speaking, Vina took over her small, open mouth.

Vina lowered her head deeply, her upper body pressing down on Roland, causing Roland to stare in shock.

"Ugh... What are you doing!"

In the midst of their verbal sparring, all of Roland's words were scrambled into a murky mess, and her resisting hands were firmly pressed down on either side of her head.

This is a breathtaking kiss from a goddess.