Pale Moonlight veiled the room as the white-haired Saintess cast a heavy gaze at the relaxed l, unsure of her next words.
"So..." l’s lips curled to a confident smirk. "Nyrel planned to capture after we had landed. I assu an ambush is being prepared then?"
The Saintess blinked, eting l’s golden eyes, glimring with pure trust and sincerity, just a shade too bright compared to hers.
She let out a tired chuckle.
"I’d rather bait Nyrel’s troops with perfect opportunities," she continued. "Given our forces, Nyrel will likely send an Archon-ranked executive, maybe even a cult archbishop, to work with the insider. Are you sure you’re not overwheld?"
"Not really?" l tilted away from the rail, her gaze smiling. "You and Saria are here to protect , right?"
A strange burden weighed heavily on the Saintess as she silently clenched a fist.
Taking a deep breath, she stood from the bed. "l. I’m asking sothing a little unreasonable for you here."
Her lightweight pajamas felt suffocating as her feet shuffled towards l. "So I’m asking fully - are you prepared?"
As the Saintess’s shadow hunched before l, l glanced up to et a gaze – unwavering yet heavy with emotion.
Moonlight seeped into l’s vision, blanketing her mind with a forlorn serenity.
She blinked, then chuckled. "Partner. Are you worried about ?"
The Saintess shook her head.
"Ah..." l flashed a slight grin. "You felt guilty of using as bait for Nyrel?"
Their golden gaze locked with each other, one softened with ease, the other clouded by turmoil.
This is a little unlike her. l’s lips pressed together before shifting in her seat to face the Saintess.
With the chair turned backward beneath her, she glanced up again, her voice a whisper.
"I never considered you using for bait, Partner."
The Saintess’s expression froze, her hand moving to tug a lock of hair to her face, hiding her features.
Then, her lips lifted to a tender, helpless smile. "I know. You never mind when others put you in danger, much to my frustration."
l frowned slightly, an awkwardness creeping back, different from the one Saria had stirred.
It was familiarity, or intimacy, that l couldn’t quite place but could certainly na.
A teasing smirk played at her lips as she glanced at the Saintess’s trembling hand.
With a mischievous gaze, her hand stretched. "Then if you know well, partner, you should know I’m not the sort of person who works without a reward, right?"
Her fingers brushed lightly over the Saintess’s skin, a gentle, tickling tease, before her palm wrapped around her hand.
Warmth seeped into the Saintess’s senses as her gaze drifted along l’s bare arm.
She swallowed slightly, then t l’s tender, playful eyes, now a little more heated.
"Yeah."
It was a tender mont; proof that even vulnerability could slip past her guard.
"I would guess so as well."
But as the Saintess scooped l into her arms, all thoughts of guilt faded away.
"Hic!" l leaned into her. "Wait. Maria-"
"A little too late for that."
She pulled l close as she turned, a dark chuckle escaping her at l’s unexpected obedience.
Then, with a firm motion, she pushed them both onto the bed; her arms braced on either side of l’s head, gaze fixed on her flustered expression.
The Saintess’s hair drifted down, brushing against l’s cheek as she studied the blooming blush on her face.
l’s hair splayed across the pillow as she shyly turned her gaze away, like a maiden caught in the wolf’s jaws.
"Listen closely, l. There’s sothing more than just Nyrel’s ambush."
Her golden eyes narrowed as her fingers reached for the first button on l’s pajamas.
Her fingers twitched, caught between desire and the duty to keep l at arm’s length.
But when she t l’s soft, puppy-like gaze, all she could do was draw a steady breath...
...and undo the first button.
"This is about Envy. Or Lila Vexara."
Click.
l’s eyes widened slightly. There was no mistaking the malice in the Saintess’s voice.
Yet her hazy mind struggled to process it, as the Saintess reached for the second button.
"Back when you baited the Cult, Envy’s accelerated when she sensed you in danger."
Click.
l clutched at the collar of her now-loosened pajamas, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"But you can’t let her awaken, no matter what. Rember, we’re here to stop Nyrel from performing her largest Undead summoning yet."
"So... if I panic a little.." l breathed out. "Lila would awaken and scare off Nyrel, throwing off your plan?"
"You guessed right, l."
Click.
"Her must remain a trump card until the very last mont. Otherwise, even with her blind ego, Nyrel will realize sothing’s off, and retreat herself."
Then, the Saintess smiled faintly, her hand pausing over l’s final button, savoring the shiver that ran through her.
"Do you get all of that, l?"
The Witch of Lust’s breath caught in her throat, her mouth parting as she struggled to see through her blurred vision.
She understood now how the Saintess planned to exploit Nyrel’s ego to its fullest, waiting until the last possible mont to strike and capture her.
For that, Lila’s had to be perfectly tid.
"But..." l whimpered, her voice trembling with exaggerated fragility. "I didn’t hear... didn’t..."
The Saintess’s eyes trembled as she pulled back, observing l’s pitiful state.
With tearful eyes, l’s weak hands clenched at her loosened collar, the laces of her bra briefly exposed in her desperate grasp.
Her thighs clung tightly together, as if to keep a dam from breaking.
The Saintess murmured. "How naughty of you."
She gently took hold of l’s wrists and pinned them above her head..
Chuckling at l’s weak struggle, she leaned in to whisper in l’s ear. "You lied, so you’ll be punished by , didn’t you?"
As the hot breath slithered around her earlobe, l gasped out. "No... I would never..."
"Hehe. It’s fine, l."
The Saintess cupped her chin, recalling the way she had watched l so closely.
She respected l’s closeness with her targets, but that didn’t stop the jealousy.
With a lick of her lips, the Saintess mumbled. "I will make sure you’ll be honest tonight, little Witch."
Without another word, she leaned in, tilting her mouth toward l’s.
And claid it as her own.
As she enjoyed l’s whimpers in her mouth, her left hand gripped her wrist tenderly as the other reached for the bottom.
Her fingers hovered at l’s waistband; then paused, pulling back.
One day. She will devour l whole after this ordeal.
The thought echoed in her mind as she drew l even closer.
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