Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland wasn't ready to be chiseled away.

Of course, it would be fine to punch someone, but Vina doesn't seem like the weaker party at all, so in the end, she'll be the one who suffers the most.

So when Vina declared that their feelings had grown over time, Roland tucked his tail between his legs and ran away.

Then they were blocked in front of the door.

The door lock had a powerful physical protective barrier, clearly the work of Vina. Roland, being a magical idiot, couldn't open it at all and could only pace around in a panic.

"Be a good girl." Vina approached Roland. "Don't run around."

She reached out and turned Roland around, so that her back was against the door.

Then he reached out and placed his hand near Roland's ear, his large frame casting a shadow over the petite Roland.

Vina's command effect seems to weaken considerably after the faith-sharing link is established.

Although Roland still has a strong urge to obey, she is not so easily manipulated as a doll.

Seeing Vina getting closer, Roland tried to push Vina away.

"No, Vina!" she cried out, using all her strength to stop her. "Listen to me, intimacy isn't something you can increase through physical intimacy."

"You should greet me every day when you go to work, bring me breakfast, have lunch with me, listen to my complaints about work stress, secretly say goodnight to each other every night, and then, on a flower-filled afternoon, ask me to go to the greenhouse wheat field landscape restaurant to confess your love to me."

"Instead of starting off like this, getting bitten right away!"

Vina burst out laughing at Roland's peculiar thought process.

"Hehehe, Miss Roland, you're always so funny. I like you even more now."

Admittedly, she initially only coveted the power of faith that Roland had collected.

But later he was gradually attracted by the strange knowledge in Roland's mind and her interesting soul. As the saying goes, "A beautiful appearance is a dime a dozen, but an interesting soul is one in a million."

Roland is one of the best among them.

Throughout the empire, every noblewoman of similar age to Roland was a proud canary princess, as if the world revolved around her.

Only Roland.

Roland is different from others; she is very special.

If you had to describe her, she's like a combination of a warrior noble from the founding of an empire and a traditional royal princess—strong and resolute yet gentle and intellectual, with a touch of playfulness.

Roland is one of the few girls who can inspire her technically. That extruded spicy snack machine surprised her for a long time.

Everything is just right.

It's just right to my taste.

If things continue this pleasantly, even without the need for intimacy through the brand, she will find a time to take advantage of Roland.

There's no time like the present, let's do it today.

Roland clearly sensed the change in atmosphere and looked at Vina in horror.

"Vina, you, you, you, are you really going to eat me?"

"Hmm, is that not allowed?"

Vina raised her hand and stroked Roland's branded collar, noticing that the keyhole book on it had been filled up a little more.

Seeing this, Vina revealed a mischievous smile.

"Roland, your body language is telling the truth. You're actually looking forward to it, aren't you?"

"How is that possible!"

Seeing that Roland was being stubborn, Vina seemed to have discovered something.

She recalled Roland's weak and dejected appearance when facing the three major powers earlier that day, and licked her lips with a smile.

"Miss Roland, if you like romantic confessions, you can do it now."

She leaned gently against Roland's ear, her gloomy and perverse aura vanishing completely, replaced by a tender, almost nauseating tone.

"I swear by my real name, Vina Velusinza, that I will always protect you and the corporation you have worked so hard to build."

"You don't have to face the tiger-men of the south alone, you don't have to worry about the greedy noble council, and you don't have to worry about the purge from the headquarters of the Church of Light."

With each sentence Vina spoke, she would gently stroke Roland's head and fully activate the mark, making Roland feel satisfied and safe.

"Roland, be my little fox."

Roland stared at Vina in astonishment. Vina's bangs had somehow come undone, revealing a pair of captivating, deep, starry eyes.

"How cheesy!"

She let out a strange cry, lowered her head and rubbed her arms, emphasizing it.

"How cheesy! Vina, don't you feel embarrassed? It's obviously just some cliché from a sexually repressed reproductive guide."

Vina looked at the rising bar on Roland's collar brand, but didn't expose Roland.

Instead, he reached out and pinched Roland's chin, lifting her head back up and forcing her to meet his seductive gaze.

"Roland, will you say yes?"

"If you agree to my request, I will do everything in my power to protect you and the Roland Group. The favor of the Goddess of the Night belongs only to you."

Roland felt dizzy, as all sorts of strange factors wove together in her mind into a web of desire.

The breeding season of the Golden Fox royal family, suffocating external pressures, the emotional impact of being branded, and the soul-stirring allure of those starry eyes...

There was also the scent of fox-mint that Roland couldn't distinguish, permeating the entire room.

All of this was pushing Roland into an emotional vortex.

In a daze, Roland shyly turned her head away.

"If you can protect my company, a kiss is acceptable," Roland murmured almost imperceptibly. "Of course, just a kiss."

Five seconds later, the room fell completely silent.

The only sounds that lingered in the air were soft humming and sticky, ambiguous noises.

This kiss was different from the previous ones; a strange atmosphere was brewing between them, gentle and subtle.

Like a bakery after the rain, with milk coffee simmering on a warm fireplace, both bubbling and romantic.

This was the first time Roland had encountered such a situation. Her tail frantically pounded on the door, the chaotic rhythm expressing her inner fear.

The banging was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to carry the dull sound down the corridor and attract the attention of a passing maid.

Nightingales strolled through the second-floor corridor.

As the head maid and Roland's personal maid, her status within the group is actually quite high.

Logically speaking, this kind of night patrol work should never have been her responsibility, but today she chose to switch shifts with the night patrol maid.

The reason was simple: he was upset and wanted to distract himself from his anxiety by working.

"Alas, Miss Roland has suffered too."

Nightingale sighed, her eyes aimlessly scanning the ceiling of the corridor.

Thinking about the powerful forces that Roland and the Roland Group are about to face, she felt a chill run down her spine, and at the same time, she was filled with resentment.

"That damned Tiger Head, that short-sighted and greedy noble council, has made Roland depressed all the time."

"Damn it, I've been massaging her for so many days, finally getting Roland to the peak of her reproductive season, and now it's all ruined!"

The nightingale gritted its teeth.

If it weren't for all this mess, she would already be sleeping in the master bedroom on the third floor, cuddling Miss Roland!

Just then, the silent knocking echoed through the corridor, attracting Nightingale's attention.

"Hmm? What's that strange sound?"

"This location... is Vina's room, right?"