Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The third one is... naked, because he's a muscular slime, light purple, with flowing slime dripping onto your shoes.

"Pure maid, slime maid, Gribatos, greets her master."

Miss Brandy stretched her muscles and winked at you.

"Pure maid, human maid, Brandy, greets our master. We are the top performers in this establishment, master. We will surely bring you the ultimate pleasure."

Hell, you have arrived in hell.

Miss Brandy and his purely monstrous maid looked at each other.

"Sisters, you know what top-notch service is, right?"

The three nodded.

"Dedicate your heart and soul to serving your master."

"Muscle liberation!"

Boom! With a terrifying explosion, their maid outfits shattered, revealing rock-like muscles. The four, who were already terrifyingly large, grew even larger, reaching a height of four meters, making them look like muscle demons.

Their massive pectoral muscles held you tightly in their center, smooth, hairy, scaly, and slimy muscles surrounding you.

You're wrong again. This isn't hell. Your journey to hell has only just begun.

Miss Brandy spoke.

"I was once a wandering martial artist, like a walking corpse, until one day, I collapsed from hunger on the street. An angel saved me, giving me food and warmth. That feeling of gratitude is still unforgettable. He was Candy Man, his smile, his physique. I knew then that was my life's pursuit, and I longed to share my emotions with more people. I trained and practiced relentlessly, but! But! I'm not a beautiful girl like Candy Man! My slender waist and full hips, my graceful figure, all turned into muscles! And I'm still growing taller! How can I move people like this!"

Miss Brandy's voice was filled with anger, "I don't have Lady Candy's advantages, but I can work twice as hard to convey that feeling to the guests! I understand! If I don't have the talent, I'll train hard! If I don't have the aptitude, I'll dedicate myself wholeheartedly! This is us! Dedicating our whole being to our masters for that feeling! This is us, pure maids (hearts)! This is the ultimate way of service! The way of the pure maid!"

Four pure maids (demons) moved in perfect unison, trapping you between their pectoral muscles, leaving you unable to move and forced to watch helplessly as terror descended.

The four of them each took a Christmas apple, held it in their palms, and raised it above their heads, saying, "Happy Christmas, masters."

Kakakakaka.

A hand crushes an apple into powder, the juice of the potion dripping down their arm, onto their neck, collarbone, pectoral muscles, and your face. And all this while you're forced to endure their flirtatious gestures and seductive glances.

Is this the end of the world?

No! No!

"Master, it's Christmas Eve! I heard that juice and massage go together perfectly!"

The four people crossed their arms behind their heads, like proud flowers, their large hands blocking the sunlight and casting shadows on your face.

You can feel the pressure; they are holding their breath.

You know, the end of the world has come.

"Secret Technique: Wave of Love!" Those pectoral muscles started to move! As violently as bubbles churning in magma! They rubbed against your body, dripping with juice, like eight fists beating your entire body.

This is hell! This is the end of the world! This is an abyss of eternal damnation!

You fainted from happiness.

But the rampage of those pectoral muscles continues. Even when you're unconscious, you'll still want to meld the pure maid into your body, your memories, your soul.

You'll never forget it. Every time you hear the words "pure maid," you'll recall the deep-seated fear of being dominated by pectoral muscles.

You, still unconscious, were carried to the candy.

“Lord Candy, he’s passed out comfortably. It seems we went a little too far. What if he gets addicted? He might become dependent on our massages; it’s a side effect that previous clients have experienced.” Miss Brandy spoke to the seemingly innocent maid with a mysterious confidence.

Candy smiled and said, "It's okay. Let him come here more often to gradually get used to it. But don't make it so intense next time. I'll take him to the central park to rest."

Miss Brandy shook her head. "Lord Candy, Central Park is under martial law now. I'll carry you back to the Bloody Rose Bar."

Candy nodded. "But what's going on in Central Park? It seems like there's a curfew every Christmas."

"I heard that a huge evergreen tree was stolen."

Central Park, within the restricted area.

William looked at his superior, Carlos, and said, "Sir, is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a stolen tree?" Honestly, his date with Fanila and Gurenia had been ruined.

Carlos looked at the kid and said, "Go and see for yourself."

William walked toward the glowing pit; it contained a line of text.

"This tree, inspired by the Holy Light, has gone to fulfill its mission. If you wish to pursue any subsequent losses and compensation, please come to Andrei to find me. — Mr. Raymond."

William frowned. "Sir, are we going to Andrea?"

Do you want to become a shining star in the city of wandering?

"What? What's the highlight?"

Carlos said coldly.

"Literally, a flashpoint. Ascend to heaven, shoulder to shoulder with the sun. Remember the name Raymond, also known as the Demon of Light, the Golden Calamity. Do you know where Christmas comes from? Because of him."

"Holy crap, this is the Demon of Light!"

"Kid, you still have a lot to learn."

Blood Rose, when you wake up it's already night, and the Blood Rose bar is full of revelers. You immediately begin the cleaning.

"But why does it seem like there are so many more customers today?"

At the bar, a black cat was drinking alone in silence. A person wearing a bird-beak mask appeared beside the black cat, and the black tentacles on his back reached directly into the black cat's glass.

"Villaris? What are you doing here?"

"The plague doctor? You're here too? Wait, what are you doing at the bar?"

Lyle smiled and pointed to the group of people behind him who were drinking heavily.

"They are the Andrei Liches. I've made some new research recently, and they're now able to drink alcohol, but I need to keep an eye on them to prevent them from causing any major trouble."

Vera Liz immediately yelled.

"So that bastard Avenrett hid from me and came here to drink?!"

Seeing that Vera Liz was about to explode, Lyle quickly pulled her back. "You've misunderstood the gentleman. He really has something to do and hasn't been able to leave these past few days."

"What's wrong? Where is he now?"

"In the tree."

"???"

“Mr. Raymond somehow got hold of a Christmas tree and placed it in the Holy Light Chapel. He told me that these days are the days of the Holy Light’s descent, and he prays devoutly in the chapel all day, hoping for the Holy Light’s descent.”

"For this purpose, he prepared several offerings to the Holy Light, and several heinous criminals."

"This... gentleman?"

"Yes, the three members of the Literature Club, including the gentleman, were voted the worst bastards by Mr. Raymond this year. They will be hanging on the Christmas tree for the next few days, being watched over by Mr. Raymond."

"But isn't Dark, the leader of Avenrett, very protective of his own?"

"Yes, so Mr. Darkness is the brightest star at the top of the Christmas tree."

"..."

There were just too many people today, and some drinkers were chugging alcohol like madmen, even though their stomachs were swollen like balloons.

You arrive backstage, exhausted, where the staff rest.

Candy was sitting over there, and when she saw you, she excitedly pulled you over.

He held out his palm and called out to the bartender.

“Mr. Warburen, please give him a small wish.”

A pale pink cocktail is placed in front of you, topped with a conjoined cherry.

Mr. Warburg explained the meaning of the wine.

"Those are special connecting cherries, with sweet and sour flesh. They come in pairs, with the flesh connected together and only one pit. The drink is lychee wine. This glass of wine means that we will always be together (lychees)."

Candy's face turned bright red as he anxiously explained, "That's not how it is. I... I forgot that Christmas Day wishes turn into special drinks; it doesn't usually mean that."

You smiled as you looked at the scattered candies, and drank down your little wish. A happy smile appeared on your face as you looked at the candies.

"Candy, this wine is delicious! Thank you, Candy. Today has been more wonderful than all my previous days combined."

In your smile, Candy gradually regained her usual gentleness, but the blush on her cheeks lingered.

Candy took a pretty apple tied with a yellow ribbon from his little basket. Its vibrant color, the aroma of a magic potion, and the embellishment of his little yellow hat—that is, Candy's own—made it irresistible. He presented this blessed apple to you.

Candy gave him the same smile he had when he asked you to keep him company this morning.

"Happy holiday, Aqing."

Chapter 299 The Light High Above the Dome

Lyle forced a smile and stiffly echoed the dean's horse-breaking behavior.

“The Scholar and the Dragon have already explained it to me, so to make a long story short, Plague Doctor.” The Dean straightened his body, his two skeletal hands crossed on the table. “Tell me, Plague Doctor, the specific details of the research project you wish to apply for.”

Lyle truthfully reported the experiment on faking hunger to the dean.

The ghostly blue flames in his eyes remained largely unmoved. This put some pressure on Lyle, who had been brimming with confidence. After nervously presenting his project, Lyle awaited the dean's decision.

He let out a breath.

"Your research is of great significance, Mr. Epidemic Doctor." The Dean affirmed Lyle's work, then looked away from him and began to reminisce like an elder.

“I remember my past… In my previous life, I was an enchanter who was obsessed with scholarship. To elevate objects was truly an artistic act. I gave them new value, changing the status and rules of matter itself. That feeling was really quite interesting, like cheating under the nose of the gods.”

The Dean's laughter ceased, the icy blue firelight carrying the lich's innate melancholy. "Perhaps I am a thug who scorns the rules, or a clown who amuses himself. My attitude foreshadows my end. With my enchanting skills, I have become a living shell, a lich. I have nothing but my prized enchanting skills."

"The emptiness of death quickly overwhelmed me, I lost all emotion, and the glow of the enchantment no longer brought me any satisfaction. It was truly a very agonizing time."

“My family, Andrei, is a noble family that has inherited the study of spirit possession for generations. Although when I was in charge, they looked down on those who made a living by picking through the dregs of life. I abandoned them while I was alive, and after I died, they found me lost in the wilderness.”

"I love the wonders of enchanting, but my family is what truly loves me, even though they have long since fallen into ruin due to my past reckless actions."

"So I did the second right thing. There must be many other souls in this world who were once as lost as I was, and Andre will become their home."

The dean's gaze shifted from the Andrei emblem on the banner to Lyle.