Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The Nightingale's maid's high heels clicked crisply on the corridor floor, echoing through the church in the dead of night.

She walked all the way to the end of the second-floor corridor.

She stood in front of Vina's room, and information about Vina automatically surfaced in her mind.

The dark elf named Vina joined the group through her introduction when Roland sought agricultural technology support.

Before this, Vina had worked in her own coffee shop for nearly ten years.

Over time, even though Vina was withdrawn and gloomy, always talking about the unreliable goddess of the night, trying to promote her former beliefs, and even embezzling coffee shop funds to conduct strange research...

But Nightingale and Vina still became good friends, otherwise she wouldn't have introduced Vina to Roland.

At this moment, strange noises were heard coming from her good friend's room, and Nightingale naturally had to check on them.

Buckle buckle.

Nightingale's fingers tapped on the door, making a dull sound.

"Good evening, Vina sisters."

The nightingale asked.

"What happened? There seem to be strange noises coming from your room?"

The nightingale's distinctive, cool voice drifted through the doorway and reached the ears of the two busy people.

Roland and Vina paused, both noticing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Roland snapped out of her daze and realized that she and Vina were already holding hands, standing on tiptoe, chins tilted back, looking both proactive and submissive.

A wave of shame washed over me, and I struggled to utter indistinct sounds.

"Mmm... let go!"

How could Vina possibly restore Roland's sanity?

Ignoring the Nightingale Maid standing outside the door, she grabbed Roland's wrist and slammed it against the door with a thud.

After Roland was brought under control, an even more intense interaction began.

The nightingale outside the door heard the strange noise again and frowned.

For some reason, standing in front of Vina's door, she always felt a little depressed.

It was as if something important had been taken away from her heart, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why, which made her quite agitated.

So she knocked on the door again, this time with significantly more force and urgency.

Boom boom boom!

"Vina, please reply."

Seeing that there was still no response, the nightingale simply pressed its ear against the door, its long elven ear becoming an upward-pointing antenna.

Even through the door, I could hear breathing sounds and strange groans coming from right next to me.

Hmm, I hope nothing bad has happened to Vina.

After all, Vina only had apprentice-level magic power and liked to tinker with magical technology research, so during her time working at the coffee shop, accidents such as explosions often occurred.

So she immediately tried to turn the doorknob.

However, they found that the door was already locked and could not be opened from the outside.

Boom boom boom!

"Vina, are you alright? Were you right behind the door? What trouble did you run into?"

The nightingale's attempt to open the door startled Roland.

"Vina, let me go." Roland spoke with difficulty, her eyes veiled with a thin layer of spring-like mist, looking at Vina as if pleading.

"The nightingale, the nightingale is outside!"

She spoke very, very softly, as if afraid the nightingale would hear her; only Vina, who was very close, could hear her.

"So what if Miss Nightingale is out there? Doesn't that make it even more exciting?"

Vina's voice suddenly appeared in Roland's mind, without any panic, but rather filled with a strange sense of excitement.

He released one of Roland's hands, then reached towards Roland's neckline and unbuttoned the dress.

"Hmm!"

The sensation on her skin made Roland let out a soft hum, the sound muffled by her long tongue, but it was still quite loud.

Roland's legs went weak with fear, and she could only cover her chest with her hands.

"Vina, don't do this! Nightingale will come in!"

"What do you not want?" Vina asked knowingly, continuing to unbutton her shirt. "Is this it?"

Seeing the fox nun's unconsciously seductive demeanor, his breathing became heavier, and he let out a dark and twisted laugh.

"Hehehe, you're actually quite excited, aren't you? The feeling of being discovered by Nightingale?"

For a full three minutes, Roland was completely overwhelmed by Vina's savage attacks. The fox, in the breeding season, was almost out of her mind, wanting to just succumb to Vina's fierce onslaught.

Vina only released Roland when the nightingale outside the door finally couldn't hold back any longer and began preparing an attack spell, intending to bypass the lock and break through the door.

"Vina!" Roland looked at Vina with shame and indignation, about to curse, but then she saw Vina reach her hand straight towards the door, and she was shocked.

"What are you doing? Don't just open the door like that!"

The words had no effect whatsoever. Roland could only watch helplessly as Vina unlocked the door from the inside and gently twisted it.

Squeak.

The door opened, and the interior of the room was laid bare before the nightingale.

The first thing you see is a floor covered with papers and books, a jumble of materials and props, and Vina with her robe unbuttoned, revealing a nightgown underneath.

The nightgown wasn't revealing, but it had a lot of wrinkles, making it look somewhat messy.

Fortunately, the door opened inwards, and Vina didn't open it all the way. Roland used the door panel as cover to hide behind it.

There was only a thin door between her and the nightingale, and it seemed that she could smell the nightingale's cool fragrance through the crack in the door.

Roland didn't dare make a sound and huddled behind the door.

She glared angrily at Vina, then covered her unbuttoned dress with her hands, tucking her tail and ears in, turning herself into a fluffy dumpling.

He was afraid of giving himself away and being seen by the nightingale in this embarrassing, aroused state.

"Bad thing!"

Roland opened her mouth and made a silent mouth gesture, expressing her protest to Vina.

When Vina saw that Roland still dared to protest, she got even more excited and turned her head slightly, revealing a lewd and sinister smile.

Under the cover of the door, right under Nightingale's nose, they actually extended their evil claws towards Roland.

"You dare!" Roland was practically exploding with rage, quickly mouthing, "The nightingale's watching!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Viviana's hand pressed forward relentlessly.

Helpless, Roland could only twist her body in the cramped space, trying her best to avoid Vina's lewd hands.

Fortunately, after transforming into a fox, Roland's athletic ability and flexibility greatly improved, and her small-scale twists and turns would not be noticed by Nightingale.

At that moment, the nightingale outside the door also began to sing.

"Vina, you finally opened the door."

Nightingale said, looking Vina up and down. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the damp, homebody elf was unharmed.

"Honestly, you haven't opened the door or said anything. I thought something had happened to you."

"Good evening, you're overthinking it, Nightingale Boss."

Vina raised her hand in greeting; this form of address was a habit she had developed over the years.

After all, she had been working for Nightingale's coffee shop without actually working there, and even a goddess would feel a little embarrassed and would have to be polite in how she addressed her.

"Nothing went wrong here, but thank you for your concern anyway."

"Then why did I hear that strange noise just now? Were you behind the door? Your breathing seemed very rapid."

The nightingale craned its neck to look inside the room, its brows furrowed and never relaxed.

For some reason, the closer she got to the room, the stronger her unease became, as if there were some dark secrets hidden inside.

The intuition of extraordinary individuals still holds some weight, especially for someone like myself who is an assassin warrior.

So she suggested it to Vina.

"Vina sisters, may I come into your room for a moment?"

Upon hearing this, Roland was shocked and froze on the spot.

The entrance hall of the guest room was not large, and there was no place to hide at all. Even if one could hide, one would definitely not escape the inspection of a mid-level assassin or superhuman.

Oh no! We're going to socially die!

In that brief moment of distraction, Vina's hand touched the plump, white rabbit she was raising.

Alas!

A jolt of electricity washed over her, and Roland instinctively tensed up, whipping her tail violently against the door.

Boom!

The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough for the nightingale to detect something amiss.

"Hmm, what's that sound?"

Sure enough, Nightingale's long ears twitched slightly, and her face quickly filled with suspicion. She placed her hand on the door panel and squinted at Vina.

"Vina and her sister, is there anyone else in the room?"

The atmosphere between the three people, who were no more than a meter apart, was almost frozen solid.