Lenna slipped the artifact ring onto her finger, its sapphire glow gliding over the girl’s soft belly.

"Relax. Or this’ll hurt a lot more."

"Why are we doing this? This has nothing to do with saving anyone—we’re *creating* life!"

Angela clutched her chest, eyes wide with terror. Before her, Lenna seemed transformed. Silver hair spilled across snow-white sheets. The bell on her ankle jingled like a death knell. The ever-elegant noblewoman had unleashed something monstrous within.

*Is it finally happening?*

"Truth or lies?" Lenna asked.

She placed cat-ear hairpins on Angela’s head. Perfect fit.

"T-truth..." Angela pressed against the headboard, body rigid as a drawn bowstring.

"I’ve reached fifth tier. I need your help to break into sixth." Lenna stated it plainly.

Her fingers gently combed through Angela’s hair.

"So cute." Lenna couldn’t help but smile after a few seconds.

Teasing the Holy Maiden like this was priceless. And catching a rare glimpse of her supple figure? It felt like unlocking a secret achievement mid-game.

"Don’t you dare look!" Angela snapped, cheeks burning.

"Stop staring!"

Like men boasting about size, Angela felt shame and inadequacy under Lenna’s gaze. Compared to Lenna’s flawless form, she felt utterly plain—flat chest, short legs, petite frame. Only her face was worth anything...

And even her fans only followed her for that.

"You’re still growing," Lenna soothed, sliding closer.

Angela flushed crimson, struggling weakly.

*Can’t pull away...*

Lenna must’ve used magic to pin her hand!

So underhanded!

"Mmh... cotton candy..." Angela whimpered without thinking.

"You *are* more relaxed now. Good. Let’s continue."

Lenna’s breath was warm. Her stunning face no longer seemed frightening to Angela.

Because Angela couldn’t see it anymore.

Darkness swallowed her vision. Her delicate nose and both small hands sank into a suffocating, velvety swamp.

Only drowning warmth awaited her.

"...Mmmph!" Angela nodded dazedly.

Her heart hammered against her ribs.

No one had ever held her like this...

Blindfolded, her other senses sharpened.

"H-how... how are you so *good* at this?!" Angela gasped between struggles.

"Practice makes perfect," Lenna murmured, trapping a frantic little fish between her lips. "Ever counted how many ants you’ve stepped on? Same principle..."

"Ready?"

"Y-yes—*no!*"

Realizing what was about to be lost, Angela snapped out of the haze. She flailed like a cornered rabbit, punching wildly, even sinking her teeth into Lenna’s shoulder. Blood welled up. But after a sharp, tearing pain, all resistance melted away.

Her lovely pink eyes turned dull as expired egg yolks, dissolving into infinite, hollow voids.

With the force of a rocket launch, Lenna worked to repair the Narcissus King.

Agony was inevitable.

Angela never understood the term "bulldozer" until she met Lenna.

"You devil! Stop *smiling*!!"

Worst of all, Lenna wore a tender, motherly smile while committing devilry.

Angela’s vision went black with rage.

She woke near dawn.

Lenna still held her. Unrelenting.

"W-water..."

Dehydration made her hallucinate. She saw her mother in the afterlife, begging to be taken away.

Angela’s cracked lips trembled. Tears of humiliation traced wet paths down her cheeks.

*Glug glug glug—*

The water revived her slightly.

But the night was far from over.

The gentle devil repaired the ring until sunrise.

Truthfully, Lenna could’ve given Angela ecstasy beyond imagination. But she refused to see *that* expression on her enemy’s face.

Stealing the Holy Maiden’s purity was her rebellion against an unjust world.

And this was only the beginning.

Countless times more...

When the Hero returned, he’d find his harem already claimed. Left utterly alone.

Just like she had been in her past life.