Angela froze instantly, gritting her teeth in fury. "You pervert!" she shouted.

Even the dumbest person would sense trouble. Yet the culprit casually twirled her ash-gray hair, eyeing Angela like meat at a market stall.

Angela stumbled back several steps. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin. Her face twisted in disgust, as if she’d swallowed fly droppings.

"What do you want? Touch one hair on my head, and you’ll regret it!" Her finger jabbed just a centimeter from her nose.

"Desperate screams before despair are beautiful," Lenna murmured. "But you’re not there yet. You can do better. Trust me."

Lenna didn’t answer directly. Her slender fingers traced the table as she smiled, stepping closer.

The solemn black nun’s habit tore open. Lenna’s cool hand caressed Angela’s trembling white-stockinged leg, moving upward. Intense tremors shook her, like a submarine volcano about to erupt.

The seamless stockings felt like a second skin—soft and smooth. Paired with the nun’s habit, it radiated forbidden allure, breaking taboos. Irresistible.

"Just a little more, my poor little nun," Lenna whispered. "Your despair isn’t enough. Give me more." A mad gleam flickered in her eyes.

Only then did Angela notice Lenna’s gaze—shrouded in gray mist, like a vengeful spirit from the underworld. Cold. Terrifying.

No time for fear.

That teasing hand crept deeper on her thigh. Fabric ripped. The sound was heart-stirring melody.

Angela shoved against Lenna’s chest, sinking into soft flesh. "Pervert! Big pervert! Let go! Don’t force me to use holy magic—the bane of necromancers!"

"You won’t," Lenna sneered. Two fingers slid between stocking and skin, savoring the tight warmth. "You can’t beat me. Your mana can’t sustain holy spells. Wait until you’re Holy Maiden, wielding Holy Fire of Judgment. Then try."

...

Tears welled in Angela’s eyes. She really couldn’t.

Raised with family expectations, she’d been the obedient daughter, the model student. But over time, she craved praise. She secretly joined the convent, running for Holy Maiden.

Her flawless beauty drew blind admirers easily. Leveraging her family’s influence, she crafted a sweet-voiced, demure idol persona. Fans multiplied. Fame rose steadily. She became the empire’s hottest solo idol.

Yet idol stardom came at a cost. Her academy grades plummeted. Now, as a second-tier priestess, she couldn’t cast a single second-tier holy spell. Only scrolls worked.

Against Lenna—a fourth-tier necromancer—Angela had no chance.

For the first time, she regretted not studying. If she had magic, if she hadn’t locked herself in... she wouldn’t be so helpless. Escape this demoness, and she’d change. But realizations came too late.

The little nun’s eyes lost their spark. She bit back shame, letting Lenna grope her legs.

"Don’t give up hope so fast," Lenna breathed in her ear. "Future Holy Maiden. Indispensable pillar of the Hero Squad. A little setback won’t break you. Cheer up~"

Angela heard only villainous mockery. "Kill me or torture me. Save Little White, and I’ll do anything."

"So touching. I’m almost in tears." What a noble sacrifice. What a willing offering. Is the Holy Maiden an idiot?!

Lenna sighed inwardly—boring. She waved a hand. "Forget it. I won’t save it. Take your pet and go." She dispelled the door’s binding magic.

"No!" Angela clutched the white dragon, refusing to move. Tears glistened. "You promised to save Little White! A promise is a promise!"

Nonsense. Telling a villain to keep their word?

Lenna sneered. "Can’t I change my mind?"

"When will you save it?" Angela plopped down, stubborn as a mule.

"You kid..." In her past life, Angela roasted her with Holy Fire of Judgment—never this stubborn. Now she’s turning tables...

"Your body’s tempting," Lenna said, eyeing Angela’s flat chest, "but I don’t pick unripe fruit. Even holding my nose, it’s tasteless." First belittle. Then negotiate.

Lenna wasn’t rushed. She had time. Only the gasping white dragon cub and sobbing nun were desperate. Ugh—ten thousand times eviler than the Snow Queen! But this was the feeling Lenna craved. She’d always wanted to see the beloved Holy Maiden broken, choosing between suffering and sacrifice. Soon...

Lenna stepped closer, brushing Angela’s pink ear-hair. The little minnow’s ear flushed red. "Little White, right? Well-raised. Plump and white."

"What do you want?!" Angela snapped. "I won’t give Little White to a villain! I have the dean’s letter—approved treatment!"

"Awo!" Little White strained to growl at Lenna. Protective little thing. When will this annoying pure-white dragon just die?

Lenna hooked a finger under Angela’s chin, looming. "Trespassing. Forging the dean’s seal. I’ll sue you and your family. Invite that old hag and your father—we’ll confront them."

"You’re lying! It’s all written...!" Angela’s eyes darted away. Her voice lost its edge.

Lenna’s sharp gaze caught it. She pinned Angela to the wall, tone icy. "Fooling a fourth-tier necromancer with that clumsy trick? You underestimate me." She snatched the envelope, tossing it unopened into the trash.

"I didn’t... I really didn’t..."

The last veil torn away, Angela collapsed, sobbing. Idol dignity gone. She was just an innocent girl. Fear gripped her—Lenna might sue. Her reputation. Her persona. All ruined. Back to lonely, isolated academy days... Angela didn’t want that. Better to bargain with this devil. Lenna said she was too immature to touch... for now.

"I... I’ll agree to anything. Any condition. Please... don’t tell my father..."