Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

She had no choice but to humiliatingly open her coat, exposing everything to him.

Apart from those exquisite leather shoes and stockings, there was nothing else. The stocking garter belt was tied around her slender waist with a ribbon, embellishing her graceful curves.

His fair skin shivered in the cold air, covered in goosebumps. The boy's warm palms brushed against it, moving from valley to hill, and he felt the comfortable friction of his hands.

"Is it... done yet...?"

"Good girl." Liu Xia patted Kania's face, but she didn't intend to let her off so easily. Remembering Kania's past arrogance, bullying Kania always made her feel happy.

He ripped off Kania's coat, causing her to gasp in surprise. She quickly covered her mouth and followed the boy into the courtyard. Like a thief, she endured the cold and closed the gate herself.

Humiliated yet excited, Kania cursed herself inwardly for being so despicable, but couldn't stop her body from becoming even wetter.

"Hmph... Hmph..."

In the warm room, the fireplace tinged the snow-white skin with a rosy hue, and the crouching shadows swayed back and forth, creating astonishing ripples on the window paper.

How could it... be swaying like this, like waves...?

Kania lay on the bed, her cheek pressed against the sheet, looking at her own shadow, a cotton stocking of her own between her teeth, still unable to suppress the muffled moans that alternated between gentle, soft moans and powerful, heavy thrusts.

"Turn off the lights, please...we'll be seen...we'll be seen..."

Ryuka pressed down on her from behind, her arm around Kania's neck, forcing her to look up and arch her back in the opposite direction.

"What are you saying? It's clearly tighter now." The boy's laughter rang out.

Ryūka, holding Kania's head, looked at the shadow on the window. As she lifted her upper body, the black curve on the window swayed even more dramatically...

I'm going to die...both mentally and physically... Kania thought to herself, but a wanton smile crept onto her lips. Her pupils rolled upwards, her long eyelashes trembled violently, and then she lowered them with a sigh of relief...

Chapter 8 Don't Easily Trust Women

The firewood in the stove crackled, and the lamp on the table burned out of oil without anyone noticing.

Kania could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy; she felt as if she had climbed to the clouds countless times, only to be tossed high into the air again before she could fully float down.

Bliss, bliss that will drive your brain crazy.

The nightingale's melodious voice turned into a female beast's cry, and then into an unbearable humming nasal sound.

Her voice grew hoarse, and hot, sweet breaths escaped her lips from her throat, nestled in her fair neck...

Finally, only trembling, sobbing breaths remained.

By the end, her delicate body was like rotten mud, twitching every now and then, and her jewel-like eyes kept rolling back, as if they would never return to their clear state.

The bed was covered in Kania's bodily fluids—saliva, tears, sweat, and other unspeakable bodily fluids—which nearly ruined Ryusha's comfortable bed.

Kania's body was also covered with Ryukatsu's semen, bite marks, and handprints...

"Why did you pull it out? I wanted to see what it felt like inside."

After calming down, Kania smiled, brushed aside her messy hair that was stuck with sweat, picked up some thick white liquid from her body with her slender fingers, put it in her mouth, and looked at the boy in front of her defiantly.

He had already cleaned himself with boiled warm water and then threw a wet towel on himself.

"Are you crazy?" Liu Xia chuckled.

"I'm crazy, you've driven me crazy." Kania wiped herself off and pressed herself against Ryusha, her soft, elastic body rubbing against his back, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

"It's safe today, don't you want to try it, Ryuka? I heard it's more comfortable..."

"I don't want to take any risks."

"Hehehe~" Kania let out a nightingale-like laugh again, as if her previous crazy voice had never existed.

"Ryuka~ My Ryuka, are you scared?" Kania looked smug, as if she had finally found what the boy was afraid of.

“I’m just not as crazy as you. I have to take responsibility for my actions.” Ryuka pinched her chin. Kania was even more charming after he had ravaged her. Her whole face exuded a seductive charm that could drive people crazy.

"Then will you take responsibility for me?" Kania raised her neck, squinted, and her gaze was very sharp.

Ha, this woman clearly has no feelings for me at all; it's just a matter of each of us getting what we need.

Ryuka did not answer, but stood up and left her embrace, seemingly indicating her stance.

"Heh~ You should at least kiss me once, you've kissed me everywhere else."

Kania put on her socks and dangled her legs by the bed, seemingly unconcerned about Ryusha's indifference.

Ryuka poured a cup of hot tea and handed one to Kania as well, but still didn't respond.

He felt that his relationship with Kania was purely sexual and he had no desire to love her whatsoever, so he naturally did not want to kiss her.

"Could it be that you have someone you love? And you have such a strange obsession with kissing?" Kania reached out and flipped through the notes on the bedside table, laughing at the delicate handwriting and strange drawings, but a hint of displeasure lingered in her heart.

"Is that the girl named Atina? No wonder your skills are so good~ It seems you've been practicing for a long time~ But there's a mistake here, the author of this fairy tale is not Sainz, but Annatu Bell."

“I have nothing with Atina, she’s a good girl.” Ryuka rolled her eyes, a rare occurrence for her, and looked at her notes. She was indeed wrong.

"So I'm not a good girl, is that it?"

"What do you think?"

Kania chuckled softly and nestled into Ryusha's arms, her fingers gently stroking his body, a gesture that brought him a unique sense of comfort.

"I'm your little slut, your little bitch, okay?"

Seeing how compliant Kania was, Ryuka chuckled and pulled her close, kneading her rounded shoulders.

Since giving herself to him, Kania has never lost her temper with him. No matter what he says, she always responds with a smile, incredibly obedient and clingy, like a sweet, cloying pastry.

Seeing this, no one would doubt her loyalty, but even without the [Leader's Certificate], Ryuga knew that Kania had never truly been in love. She was merely satisfying herself, and it just so happened that Ryuga could satisfy her desires and quirks.

That's what makes women so terrifying; even a seventeen-year-old girl is hard to read. She might be spouting sweet words, but her heart is as cold as ice.

There's no need to say it out loud, since I won't lose anything.

The two embraced sweetly, yet their hearts remained as if they were worlds apart. Kania's smile gradually faded, and finally, with a sincere and direct remark, she tore apart the false peace between them.

"Ryuka, be my knight."

As she spoke, she knelt on the bed, her naked body raised high, the firelight casting beautiful shadows upon it.

Ryuka sat on the edge of the bed, her cheek being stroked by Kania. She looked up at the girl she had hugged countless times, who resembled a beautiful sculpture, a work of art full of divinity.

Normally, Ryuka would have said, "What are you doing now?" But this time was different. The air seemed to forbid him from saying that. He just stared quietly into Kania's eyes.

The knight here does not refer to a profession that cultivates martial arts, but rather a title that can only be conferred by nobles of the rank of count or above. It is a warrior class sandwiched between nobles and commoners. Even mages can be conferred the title of 'knight'.

Kania was just a forestry officer's daughter... but her expression didn't seem like she was joking.

"It seems I still don't understand you." Ryuka shook her head.

From the first time Kania arrogantly provoked him, the two went from being sworn enemies to bickering lovers, and then to mad lovers. This was the first time he had ever seen her like this.

"You know me so well~ You know every single part of me~" Mei Youyou is here, in the air, Mei Youyou hasn't thought about it...

Kania's voice became alluring again, as if what had just happened was merely an illusion.

Liu Xia didn't respond, but instead said, "You are actually very smart. Although you act like an ignorant rich girl in front of others, your arrogance is real, and you have never yielded to me."

"At least, your grade isn't B-. Annatu Bell's fairy tale isn't in the curriculum of any grade. Although it's a fairy tale, it's selected from the long narrative poem collection 'The Expedition of King Cranar.' And while Annatu herself is accomplished, she's not famous. An uneducated lady like you wouldn't know that."

Kania smiled brightly and asked, "What if I happen to know?"

Recalling the moments she shared with Kania, Ryuka spoke softly.

“Every time you ask me to play the teacher-student game, the mistakes on your test papers are too evenly distributed. You get many simple questions wrong, but you get many difficult questions right. It could be a coincidence once, but it can’t be a coincidence every time.”

"You did it on purpose, but even a smart person who pretends to be stupid will deliberately make a mistake. Either you want me to find out on purpose..."

"Either they are very simple in your eyes..."

Chapter 9 The Witch Kania Bell

"And another thing is, you learn all sorts of tricks to please me very quickly... that's also a sign of intelligence." At this point, Ryuka's tone turned joking again.

"Hehe... Hahaha!!! You're really interesting~"

Kania was so happy that she laughed until tears streamed down her face. After a while, she finally managed to say, breathless, "I can't breathe."

“So, I’m going to tell you everything.” She regained her calm and arrogant demeanor. “My name should be Kania Bell.”

Shouldn't it be? In this world, only nobles and their descendants are entitled to surnames; commoners like Ryukyu and Atina don't have surnames. Kania's father was just a forestry officer, so he shouldn't have a surname either, unless their ancestors were nobles.

Wait, Bell?

The author that Ryuka thought of was Anna Tubel.

"You wouldn't be..."

“That’s right, Anatu Bel is my relative.”

Is the other person her relative, or is it "she is the other person's relative"? This subtle statement seems to be asserting a certain status.

As for the story of Annatu Bell and "King Kranar's Expedition," Ryuka remembers it should be...

"A thousand years ago, the human hero Kranar, under the guidance of the Holy Church, defeated the 'cruel witch' who ruled the world and became king. This is the story recorded by Anatu."

“And that ‘cruel witch’ is the ancestor that Anna and I share.”

Kania's words caused Ryuka's expression to change.

Cruel witch, lustful witch, tyrannical witch emperor, progenitor witch... Her name can no longer be found in historical records, but countless titles have been preserved.

That was the dark age of mankind, a time when humanity was ruled by various heretics. The most powerful and brutal female tyrant among the heretics was characterized by greed, extravagance, debauchery, indulgence, bloodlust, and madness.

And then there's... undeniable power!

Being a witch is a peculiar talent, unlike magic or martial arts which require cultivation. Their abilities and strengths vary greatly.

And the cruel witch...

"That's right, the most powerful and despairing synonym, the emperor among witches, the progenitor witch is my ancestor..."

Kania's smile was a mixture of pride and self-deprecation.

She's quite eccentric...and also very promiscuous...

"Could it be... that there's some hidden story behind this? Like, your ancestor was actually a good person, and Kranar was the villain, and history was just altered?"

Ryuka thought of a cliché but common plot.

"No, no, no, my silly Ruka, the cruel witch is indeed evil, and Kranar's extermination is justified and reasonable~"

Kania cupped Ryusha's face in her hands, making no attempt to conceal the evil deeds of her ancestors.

"The problem lies... after Kranar breached the cruel witch's palace..."

Kania began to tell the story in her nightingale-like voice.

The witch, powerful and incomparably beautiful, can captivate hearts with just a glance.

And their queen was no exception; even the great hero Kranar could not suppress the desire in his heart the moment he saw the cruel witch.

The Witch Queen tempted the great hero, promising them eternal rule if he so desired. If he were to slay his followers, especially the lackeys of the Holy Church, the most powerful Witch Queen would willingly become his wife, his slave, his plaything… Mei had been thinking about it…

But under the hero's unwavering will and the Holy Church's sacred magic, Kranar still plunged the holy sword into the witch's heart, and the story should have ended there... This is also the ending of "King Kranar's Expedition." The fairy tale mentioned earlier is an abridged version, with inappropriate descriptions for children removed...

But the truth is—the witch's blood corrupted the hero at the last moment, driving him mad with a fascination for the cruel, dead witch, a madness that could not be reversed. At that moment, the witch's corpse split open, giving birth to several beautiful and powerful little witches, yet as innocent as blank slates.

This is the "Bell's Witches" clan; only here can one glimpse the surname of these cruel witches.

Like someone who has died once and sees hope for life, Kranar's desire to possess these girls reached a frenzied level, beyond even the Church's holy magic.

His struggling will was twisted, eventually forming a massive curse.

Before their first sexual encounter, the "Witches of Belle" will not possess any witch powers. If they have relations with men other than their first sexual encounter, they will die several years later.

This is 'chastity'.

They inherited the cruel witch's magic, wisdom... and intense desires: greed, arrogance, madness, and debauchery... but after they awaken their magic, these desires will eventually drive them insane.

This is 'demonic desire'.

Thus, a plan was realized by Kranar: he would raise these witches, who were like blank sheets of paper, until they fell in love with him, and then take their virginity. The witches who awakened their abilities would become his most loyal and powerful subordinates.

"Wait! Aren't the offspring born of a witch also of Kranar's bloodline? Isn't this... inbreeding?"

Ryuka raised a question: If that's really the case, isn't that too bizarre? Although various myths contain such practices to maintain the purity of bloodlines.

"Of course not. Witches can only give birth to witches, otherwise the Kranar line would be extinct."