Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

In order to give Charles a little sweetness and prevent him from killing her on the spot in a rage, she suppressed her shame and stammered:

"Master...master?"

As if the pause button had been pressed, Charles's big hands, which were crawling around her, stopped moving.

The witch, who had almost lost the ability to think, breathed a sigh of relief and bravely opened her eyes.

Is the crisis over for now?

she thinks.

But at this moment, she felt that Charles, who was holding her in his arms, suddenly lowered his head, and his chin, which was originally resting on her forehead, also moved down. Finally, he leaned close to Lacie's ear.

He seemed to want to say something to Rachel, but he... for some reason, he didn't open his mouth.

Lacele felt that he might as well give her a quick death.

Being held by Ciel now was like having a sword of Damocles hanging over her head, and she didn't know when it would fall. Instead of letting her worry about it, it would be better to fast-forward to the moment when the sleeping beast in her body awakened, went completely crazy, and then did what she had to do.

Charles could still bear it, but she really couldn't bear it anymore.

Damn it, break it up with him!

Laciel rubbed her knees impatiently, then raised her voice and pointed her sword at Charles:

"If you have anything to say, just say it! I'm afraid... I'm afraid of the Bull Demon! I won't... I won't eat you!"

After saying this, the witch suddenly thought of something terrible and an even worse taste, so she abruptly shut her mouth and dared not say anything else.

At this time, perhaps encouraged by her, the brave man finally had the courage, so he opened his mouth and said, rarely, a little embarrassedly:

"actually……"

As soon as he said these two words, Lacie prepared herself to be beaten to death.

But what Charles said next was beyond her expectations:

"Actually, I want to see you... in a maid outfit."

"Huh?!" Lacie made a surprised sound.

Maid outfit?

Her first reaction was that Charles was crazy, and her second reaction was "Should I say he is a man after all?"

To be honest, maid costumes are indeed cute. She liked them before and even wore them secretly.

but now……

quack!

She didn't want to wear that thing in front of Charles! It was too embarrassing! She would rather find a piece of tofu and beat herself to death!

But speaking of it...

Lacele glanced at Charles's arm around her waist.

In the past, she always thought that Charles was very serious, even a little too serious. Even when she took the initiative to climb into his bed and warm him, he could remain calm. If it weren't for the fact that he still had some normal male reactions, Lacie would have suspected that he was not good enough in that aspect.

But now it seems that Charles was probably deliberately suppressing himself at that time?

——Because he wants to play the role of a brave man, he must become a true hero.

“This guy, has he always been fighting with the awareness that ‘I could be sacrificed at any time, so I can’t get too close to anyone’?”

Lacey thought with mixed feelings.

She thought it was very likely.

Because Ciel is such an idiot!

She is different from him.

The reason why she did not dare to admit her feelings for Charles was that she was afraid of the inevitable separation between the immortal species and the short-lived species; and the reason why Charles was unwilling to reveal his true feelings to her was because he had a premonition that sooner or later he would fall down due to exhaustion and endless fighting.

Since ancient times, this has been the fate of heroes - he didn't want Rachel to be sad because of his departure.

After realizing the truth belatedly, Lacie couldn't help but want to scold Charles.

But maybe she is not qualified... because she is not as good as Charles. Charles has always been concerned about her feelings, but she only thinks about herself.

So maybe she was the fool.

Lacie suddenly felt heavy-hearted, as if... as if she had been captured by the gravity of a black hole and could no longer escape.

But soon she felt a little amused and helpless.

She lowered her head and stared at Charles's two big hands for a while, her cheeks flushed again like a drunken blush.

"Is this your excuse for having a dirty mind?"

The witch thought about it, as if she had made up her mind, and hummed twice, and finally responded:

"Wait... wait for two days."

"Ah?" The hero didn't seem to expect that she would agree so readily.

But Lacier was still somewhat embarrassed, so she cursed fiercely:

"Ah, Bull Demon! You...just wait! Wearing a maid outfit won't make you lose any weight anyway..."

Then she thought that if the contraceptive spell that Lao Deng gave her didn't work, and if Charles threatened her with the contract, she might really lose some weight in a few years -

Guess what? Hey, that piece of meat probably still has a nose and eyes.

Thinking of this, Lacey's face turned dark, so she pried Charles' hands apart, turned around, spread her legs, and sat on Charles' legs facing him.

Then, she grabbed Charles' collar and threatened him like a big sister:

"But you have to promise me one thing in advance!"

Perhaps Charles was already grateful that Rachel agreed to his request, so he nodded immediately:

"You say."

Lacie, who was originally full of vigor and vitality, suddenly collapsed.

She was embarrassed to go see Charles, but she felt that this was something she had to do. She had wanted to do it for a long time, but she had never found the right time. Now she had to consider whether this was her only chance in this life...

It is our responsibility to restore the glory of tough men!

Lacey finally mustered up the courage!

However, her voice was sweet and soft, full of guilt and shame. She didn't even dare to look Charles in the eye, and could only stammer:

"If I...if I listen to you and put on a maid outfit, then you, you...you are not allowed to see through me!"

"Ah?" Charles was stunned, but he felt that this condition was too simple, even as if it could be easily accomplished. He nodded as if it was a matter of course, "Okay."

He probably felt he had gotten an advantage.

But it’s not that simple!

A brave man cannot lie! Now that you have made a promise, you must keep it!

And as long as she wasn't exposed, Lacele felt that she could let Charles experience how powerful she was as a bad woman, with the leg rings, the black and white silk stockings, and the "As a priest, I kneel down for more than just prayer."

"Hehe, wait!"

She sneered:

"I'll let you experience it in two days... It's such a terrible feeling to be hard but unable to penetrate!"

[To be continued]

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8. No overstepping of authority

Lacele thinks maids should have pigtails.

So she was busy braiding her hair into pigtails.

A hundred years ago, she knew nothing about this, but today, a hundred years later, as a witch, she has become familiar with it.

With the hair tie in her mouth, her hands flew up and down as nimbly as a butterfly. Soon, two beautiful pigtails hung in front of her chest.

Laceel's hair is thick and dense, with a smooth texture and shines brightly. Some people even called her the Silver Witch in the early years.

And now, the mysterious "Silver Witch" has braided her hair into a well-behaved and virtuous pigtail, and her legs are covered with Charles' favorite white leggings, which are as soft and silky as milk. She is wearing an elegant but cute maid's dress and an apron decorated with light lace around her waist.

Finally, put on a pair of small leather shoes, tap your toes lightly on the ground, tighten the straps, and everything is ready.

Lacie looked up with a somewhat strange mood and looked at the little maid in the mirror in front of her.

Honestly, it's pretty cute.

Although she looks a little too petite... She used to wear black tights to make herself look more mature, but now that she has changed into white tights... She looks a lot younger than before.

"It's just copper." She couldn't help but think, "So Ciel likes this? It's really... scary."

It does look delicious though.

The maid stared at her feet wrapped in stockings and small leather shoes for a while.

She felt like...

It's like cream ice cream with a chocolate crust, it's mouth-watering just by looking at it.

This is the only area where Miss Witch's imagination progresses so far.

When I see my own feet, I think of chocolate-crusted cream ice cream. When I think of ice cream, I think of how to enjoy it. When I think of how to enjoy it, I think of...

Bitter.

No no no!

Lacey shook her head like a rattle.

No! Absolutely not!

The pervert and Charles are about to crawl!

After driving away the pervert and Ciel who had inexplicably appeared in her head, Miss Witch looked at herself in the mirror with a complicated expression, pursed her lips, and suddenly had a strange idea -

Assuming that Charles was next to her now, of course, just assuming.

And she...

She hesitated for a moment, then pinched the sides of her skirt and slowly lifted it up.

The lace embellishing the hem of the skirt vaguely brushed across the legs wrapped in the silky fabric, giving people a very strange, blushing, and almost taboo feeling of being restrained.

Lacie unconsciously tensed the muscles of her legs, and some saliva unconsciously secreted from her mouth, so she swallowed subconsciously.

The hem of the maid's dress had been lifted to a rather... shameless height. If it was raised a little higher, it would be considered shameless, but Charles might like it? That's what men are like! She liked it before, but now... forget it now. She really couldn't get lewd with herself.

Miss Witch's thinking is always non-linear.

Just like a frog jumping up and down among the lotus leaves in a pond in summer, as soon as the thought of "I can't get horny about myself" came to an end, another thought followed closely -

"No," she thought, "If he can't be lustful to himself, then what does he usually rely on as material to defeat the lust mania?"

The entertainment options in Pangaea are far less diverse than those in the previous life. Even if there is something erotic, one can basically only vent through some shameful paper books, or simply use imagination.

It was impossible for Lacier to be interested in other men. She couldn't imagine herself being penetrated by other men, right? But as her soul became more and more adapted to her current female body, under the influence of various factors, she gradually lost interest in girls.

Men are not good enough and women are not interested, so who is the good helper who has helped her defeat the sex maniac every time so far?

She should have known it, she actually knew it better than anyone else, but she was unwilling to admit it, so she deceived herself and forgot the existence of that person. After she was done, she let down her skirt and ignored him.

Regardless of whether she is willing to admit it or not, the fact is there.

"Could it be that when I defeated the pervert in the past, I was always imagining that I was being taken advantage of by Ciel?"

This absurd but unquestionable thought quickly popped up in her mind, causing Lacie to bite her lips unconsciously and become speechless for a moment.

So...so scary...

When exactly...when exactly did she fall to this extent?

An intense feeling of shame attacked the witch, causing her originally firm belief to become shaky and her body to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, as if to make matters worse, Lacie suddenly heard steady and powerful footsteps coming from outside the door.