Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland had no idea that Vina would kiss her so directly. She stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Vina, who was so close to her.

Their lips met, like intertwined flowers.

The two nimble snakes attacked each other, back and forth.

Perhaps it's a peculiar feature of this other world, but the goddess of night, Vina, also possesses a long tongue, which completely overwhelms Roland, leaving him utterly defeated.

There's no way around it, the shorter one just can't compete with the longer one.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, Roland's body trembled, and she let out a short cry of surprise.

That's a lie. Even Kalil and the sheep have never been this deep...

Roland felt as if her face was on fire, and steam was about to burst out of the fox's ears.

At this time, she was still in the breeding season of the golden fox, and the evil fire that had been suppressed in her lower abdomen for a long time was suddenly aroused. Although her mind resisted, her body was very honest.

The struggle quickly turned into a writhing, unsatisfied expression.

Without realizing it, Roland began to become compliant and even tried to respond to Vina.

The fluffy fox tail, shyly and tentatively, slowly wrapped around Vina's thigh.

What she didn't notice was that the purplish-black magical light quietly spread across her body following Vina's movements.

More and more eerie patterns appeared on her neck, eventually forming a purple line that encircled Roland's neck like a collar.

At the very center of the front is the symbol of the Church of the Night: a keyhole has been added to a book with three intertwined feathers of night.

It seemed to symbolize that Roland had been locked up.

After an unknown amount of time, Vina finally released Roland.

"Hmm~ Very good."

She straightened up again, and a fleeting silver line could be vaguely seen in the air between them.

Roland began to breathe heavily, her chest heaving, her face turning as red as a tomato, her eyes misting over, her expression dazed.

Damn, that's some amazing skill.

After a long while, Roland finally came to her senses, looking at Vina with fear, her hands crossed over her chest.

"Why did you suddenly kiss me? You perverted slut!"

To be honest, she didn't resist being kissed by the beautiful woman, but she was still afraid of the feeling of being dominated by pleasure.

That version of myself was practically no different from the heroines in certain works.

Vina paid no attention to Roland's evaluation of her, her gaze fixed on the shimmering black mark on Roland's neck, admiring her proud creation.

This thing is no ordinary product. It not only uses various rare materials that were painstakingly collected, but it was also personally designed and tested by her, the goddess, for half a month.

With this mark of darkness, Roland is her most obedient and docile little fox.

"Let's shake hands."

The sudden command made Roland look at Vina with a dazed expression, as Vina reached out her hand without asking.

This damp elf must have read too many breeding manuals. How come it doesn't think it can conquer itself by just nibbling on a little mouth?

However, less than two seconds later, Roland felt a strange impulse and obediently reached out and placed her hand in Vina's palm.

"Good boy/girl, here's a pat on the head as a reward."

Vina gently kneaded Roland's little hands a couple of times, then patted Roland's head.

As soon as the command to pat her head was given, Roland's body moved on its own again. Her large fox ears relaxed and lay flat on her scalp, making her head appear as round as possible to make it easier for Vina to stroke it.

Its tail swayed from side to side like a dog's, looking quite content.

"Holy crap, what's going on?!" Roland abruptly pulled away, looking at Vina in a panic. "What did you do to me?!"

"How could I subconsciously obey your orders?!"

"Does that even need an answer?" Vina scoffed, lifting Roland's chin. "Of course, I'll use branding magic to turn you into my own personal treasure."

"Branding magic?"

Roland immediately thought of the strange symbol that Vina had used before the kiss.

No wonder her grandmother had a sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen it somewhere before. It turned out to be a brand!

Roland struggled to push Vina away and scrambled to her feet off the sofa.

Vina was pushed away by Roland, but she didn't stop him. She sat leisurely on the sofa, her long, messy bangs falling down again, obscuring her deep, starry eyes.

A sinister smile remained on her lips as she watched Roland's every move.

Roland found a full-length mirror in the study and immediately saw the dark mark on her neck.

The brand resembled an exquisite, locked collar, radiating a purple glow that stood out conspicuously in the dim light.

Roland's fingers traced the brand back and forth, but she could only touch her own smooth, flawless skin.

This mark was personally cast by the goddess, and its strength is terrifying.

Since upgrading her [King of Joy] skill, Roland has become virtually immune to control effects such as the Fifth Prince's Desire Mark, Elizabeth's Steel Mark, and Serafie's Radiant Mark.

But Vina's mark of darkness is different.

She even felt a sense of joy when she heard the order.

Although the emotions can be suppressed, the body will subconsciously act according to Vina's commands.

"Vina!" Roland shouted through gritted teeth, turning back. "Your real purpose is this brand, isn't it!"

"A mark of this level cannot possibly be prepared on short notice; you must have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

Roland's tone was very certain.

Thinking back to the interview, Vina talked on and on about the Goddess of the Night, maybe she started plotting as soon as she joined the Roland Group.

Damn it, of all things to introduce, Nightingale had to bring in a lewd goddess.

We've let a wolf into the house!

Roland's resentful look made Vina frown slightly.

"Miss Roland, come here."

"Don't even think about it!" Roland steadied herself, trying her best to resist the impulse exerted by the mark of the night.

Perhaps it was the system's [Lord of Joy] skill that provided resistance to the goddess's personal branding, allowing Roland to resist the brand's effects for a short period of time.

This surprised Vina, who rarely showed such an expression, and made her even more satisfied with Roland's potential.

"Come here obediently," she said again.

Roland's face darkened. She couldn't withstand the continued mental pressure from the brand and walked back to Vina's side, stubbornly insisting.

"Vina, you're so despicable!"

"Hehehe, what's so despicable about this? It's just God's way." Vina let out a shrill laugh. "Even without me, the other churches wouldn't let you go. In fact, once faith technology becomes widespread, even the remnants of various churches in the dark underground will be eyeing you."

"Haven't you discovered your talent yet? In the field of collecting faith, you are simply a peerless genius. The employees in the group have even developed a primitive worship for you."

Vina was referring to the statues erected by the group's beast girls, as well as the prayer habits cultivated by the employees.

When this topic came up, Vina couldn't help but sigh, stroking Roland's chest with a twisted yet satisfied smile.

"To be on par with gods with a mortal body, Miss Roland, you are truly amazing."

"So you really came for the faith after all." Roland angrily slapped Vina's groping hand. "Aren't you afraid I'll hate you and stop offering my faith to you?!"

"Hehehe, you underestimate me too much." Vina grabbed Roland's hand, interlocked their fingers again, and let out a smug laugh.

"I am the original developer of faith technology. The mark on you allows me to directly extract the faith power accumulated by people in you."

"You're still too young, Miss Roland."

After speaking, Vina gently flicked her finger, and the Night Brand on Roland's neck began to glow.

Faith extraction begins.