Lenna drifted in and out of sleep.

Without warning, a warm touch approached, covering the exposed half of her snow-white neck.

A cool sensation flowed under Angela’s fingertips—smooth as silk. Lenna’s skin was the most delicate Angela had ever felt.

Slightly unable to let go, Angela kept touching her. Soft cheeks, fan-like lashes, a perfect seven-head-tall figure, and slender white legs—all proved the gray-haired beauty’s charm rivaled any woman’s. Especially now, lost in dreams, she looked utterly enchanting.

Angela admitted defeat in this area.

But she quickly perked up, planning to reclaim her pride elsewhere.

Take that!

For tearing my stockings! For poking me! For grabbing my hair like a steering wheel! For pinning me against the window and teasing me endlessly…

Angela secretly hooked her pinky under Lenna’s black stockings. With a flick of her nail, she tore a small hole, revealing soft, snow-white skin.

Revenge was at hand.

Seizing the chance, Angela slid a finger into the tear. The smooth fabric clung like a vortex, trapping her slender digit. The exposed flesh looked even more alluring, grooves perfectly outlined by the torn stockings.

Her trophy!

Angela felt a surge of satisfaction.

One finger wasn’t enough—she added another. Her pale fingers swam in the sea of black silk, unable to pull away, like an addict craving more.

So this was what bullying a girl felt like…

Angela felt like she’d opened a door to a new world.

Her gaze shifted from the stocking-clad legs to the plump chest. Though tightly covered, it didn’t stop her from appreciating its beauty.

A clear mind meant high-definition vision. Just a little see-through trick—not like she hadn’t seen Lenna naked before.

Angela didn’t know what she was saying anymore. Lenna’s body held a magical pull, moving her involuntarily.

Flustered, Angela *rrrrip*ed the expensive pantyhose—worth more than she could ever sell herself for. Trembling, she fumbled toward the chest buttons, aiming to free those majestic peaks.

She remembered yesterday: Lenna hugging her like a cream puff, those ample bosoms pressing against her back, shamelessly tracing patterns on her smooth skin.

If she went further now, would she see even more wonderful places?

Angela followed the curve and felt a hard button. But the neat academy uniform had no buttons at all.

“Can’t you dress properly?!”

Furious, Angela scolded Lenna for wearing only a uniform to school. “Idiot! Pervert! Weirdo!”

The idol’s insults worked. Lenna stirred, letting out a sleepy whimper. “Mmm… Lingling, stop messing around…”

“…! Get up or I’ll leave you here to freeze!”

After the sharp scold, Lenna lifted her face without opening her eyes. “Say that again? Hmm? Little kitty?”

“So you were faking sleep…” Angela muttered, a faint blush spreading. “Get up. I finished praying. Let’s go home.”

“So slow. I almost fell asleep.”

Lenna rubbed her sore eyes. Dizziness hit as she stood unsteadily. Sleeping sitting up was a mistake—her neck and shoulders ached terribly.

“Your shoulders hurt?”

Angela walked ahead, clearing the path. Menacing tree shadows loomed, but she felt no fear.

Compared to Lenna that night, this was nothing.

Thinking this, Angela slowed her steps, waiting for her master.

“Waiting for you gave me a stiff neck. No wonder my shoulders hurt.”

Lenna followed leisurely, speaking between breaths.

One tall, one short—their shadows stretched under streetlights. The bleak morning wind lifted Angela’s hood, swirling it into Lenna’s hands.

Lenna caught it and sniffed. “Fresh Karaman grass essence. From Ghost Mist Forest. Mass-produced by the Falmore Family… Not bad. I thought only pure-hearted widows chose such quirky flavors. Didn’t expect a master like you.”

“Give it back.”

The light pink head stepped closer.

“That’s my hat. Don’t sniff it like a pervert.”

“Can you call it ‘sniffing’ when it’s a Necromancer’s duty? I was assessing a beautiful idol’s scalp health.” Lenna sniffed seriously.

“So, your conclusion?”

Angela snatched the hood back, adjusting it to show only two side locks. “No reasonable explanation? I’ll treat you as a pervert.”

“Pfft.”

Lenna laughed, bending her slender waist forward as if it might snap.

The gray-haired beauty breathed softly. “Instead of sulking at me, think about tomorrow… Those two homeless nuns need hosting…”

“Hah? You’re asking me?” Angela frowned. “Isn’t that your problem? What’s it to me?”

“???” Lenna blinked, confused.

“Exactly. You told me to recruit them. I did it. The cleanup’s yours—I’m no good at being the bad guy… Besides, I’m giving you the perfect chance to shine.” Angela’s words were crude but logical. “Clear roles. I can’t do everything while you eat and play. No need to trouble you, right?”

She shoved the book into Lenna’s arms. “Bishop Anthony said, ‘When in trouble, read more books. The solution lies within.’”

Lenna: “......”

She finally accepted the ancient manual with a thick cover.

*Torment Breeds Suffering*

“…I’m not in the Holy Judgment Sect. I don’t believe in the Holy Light.”

“I didn’t mean for you to actually read it. I don’t believe either, yet I’m still the Holy Maiden candidate.” Angela spun, her smile pure.

How ironic—the future Holy Maiden didn’t believe.

Even more ironic: Angela lacked even a trace of faith power.

No faith power meant no Holy Judgment Fire… Then who damn well chased her to barbecue her butt last life?!

Lenna fell silent.

She faced two choices.

Force Angela to believe via contract, generating faith power to secure her Holy Maiden path early.

Or let things flow naturally, not interfering with Angela’s growth…

The first risked a butterfly effect—unpredictable changes. The second was steady, mirroring last life’s path.

Both had pros and cons. Even as a reborn soul, Lenna didn’t know what to do.

That idiot Angela had given her a massive gift…

So big one more look would make it explode!

Furious, Lenna slapped Angela’s little butt left and right. “You little scallop, always causing trouble! I should’ve turned you into my forever cup from the start!!”

Angela yelped, face flushed red. “Huh?!”