"Is this Hand of the Divine meant just for massages?"

Spurred by task rewards, Lyn couldn’t stop moving. He followed the Hand of the Divine’s guidance, applying technique after technique.

It felt like scratching a kitten’s chin—but Lyn used far more refined skills to soothe Xing Luo.

The silver-haired girl let out soft "hmm" sounds now and then. Her eyes were half-closed, utterly lost in bliss. Even the tiny strand of hair on her head swayed drunkenly, tilting side to side.

Soon, Xing Luo rested her whole head on Lyn’s hand. Then she wriggled out of the blanket entirely, curling up on Lyn as he sat at the bed’s edge.

Her pretty face flushed pink. Beneath her innocent charm, a hint of allure flickered. As Lyn kept massaging, her cheeks—and her whole body—grew warm. Slowly, she opened her golden eyes, peeking shyly at Lyn. A strange impulse surged inside her.

*I want to devour my master~*

That thought clouded her gaze. Her breath turned hot and quick.

"Stroke, stroke..."

Lyn focused on mastering the Hand of the Divine’s techniques. He was pleasantly surprised by the system’s new changes—this task would make accumulating Devil King Authority much easier.

But as he stroked, he noticed something off. Xing Luo had shifted from lying on his lap to sitting on his thighs. She leaned against his chest, small hands gripping his clothes tightly, her face buried in his embrace.

"Xing Luo?"

This position made it hard to scratch her chin. Lyn watched her trembling slightly, worry creeping in.

"Uncomfortable?"

"No... Master’s touch feels wonderful." Her voice was soft as drifting clouds. "Xing Luo just wants to be closer."

She mumbled sleepily, nuzzling his chest.

"I-I see."

Then Lyn snapped to reality. Something felt... wrong. Hesitating, he stroked her head again.

"Mmm..."

Her soft grunt carried a faint tremor. It scratched his heart like kitten claws, jolting him awake.

Only then did he grasp the source of that intense unease.

"Holy crap?!!!"

"This Hand of the Divine’s power..."

"...is kinda shady?"

Lyn’s doubts spiked. Xing Luo’s body burned under his touch. Her odd little grunts made it clear—the Hand of the Divine reward wasn’t exactly wholesome.

Curled in his arms, Xing Luo’s golden eyes flickered with deep red light. That inner voice roared louder. Her grip on his clothes tightened.

Just as she nearly pushed him down—

"—Task complete. Claim reward?"

The system prompt echoed in Lyn’s mind. He responded instantly.

"Claim."

His heart had been screaming to stop. The system’s voice was a lifesaver.

The moment the reward landed—

"Mmm?"

Xing Luo’s face was still buried in his chest. The red light vanished from her eyes. Her flushed, alluring expression melted into innocent confusion. The silver strand of hair on her head curled into a perfect question mark.

The impulse vanished—as if she’d entered sage mode. Her body was warm from his hold, but she only wanted to cuddle close. No other thoughts lingered.

"Xing Luo?"

Lyn felt guilty meeting her pure gaze.

Damn it.

This damn Hand of the Divine worked like that "Hand of God" thing from his past life?

Xing Luo’s innocent confusion stabbed his heart. He felt like a monster for using such wicked tricks on her.

A faint blush remained on her cheeks. Moisture in her golden eyes made her look tearful.

Lyn’s mood darkened. He realized—when she hugged him earlier, she’d felt something strange in her body. Too shy to show her odd expression, she’d hidden her face. Her trembling was her fighting that unclean feeling, not wanting to upset him. She’d never resist.

The more he thought, the less human he felt.

"Xing Luo... earlier. Are you okay?"

"Did my massage feel weird?" he asked hesitantly.

He feared his mighty image crumbling in her eyes. If this pure girl rejected him, his heart would shatter.

Xing Luo shook her head gently. "Nope." She smiled. "Master’s touch was really nice."

After a pause, she looked up shyly, hopeful. "Can Master stroke me again?"

"..."

Lyn wanted to agree—but guilt and reason held him back.

This girl knew nothing.

He’d been blinded by rewards earlier. Taking advantage now would make him unforgivable.

"...It’s late. Next time, for sure!"

He wouldn’t test this ability on Xing Luo again.

Experiment on himself?

Lyn hesitated. That wasn’t smart either.

He’d wait and see.