Derek had always thought inviting a girl to his bed was incredibly tough.

Only now did he realize that getting her off it was far harder…

"Teresia, let go!"

"No way!"

Somehow, on the bed, Teresia wasn’t afraid of Derek at all anymore.

"Just let go, okay? Time to sleep!"

"But I don’t want to."

Teresia yanked Derek’s arm hard, pulling him into her embrace and holding tight.

That intimate touch made Derek feel like he was about to break down.

And by "break down," there was a clear standard:

if black smoke started rising, things were bad!

But what could he do?!

This little vixen Teresia was super clingy now, grinding against him, friction building heat—Witch Claudius was about to descend!

Sensing the dark mist creeping in, ready to engulf him, Derek got serious. He wrestled with Teresia with all his might.

He was a guy, after all—stronger than any girl.

Even if this girl beside him ate like a champion, he should still pin her down.

Derek pulled hard; Teresia pulled back.

The quilt covering them surged like ocean waves, rising and falling nonstop.

Maybe this late-night workout was too intense—their breaths grew hotter.

Derek’s warm exhales brushed Teresia’s skin. For some reason, she suddenly went limp, her gaze turning hazy.

In that instant, Derek—trained relentlessly by Witch Claudius—acted ruthlessly. He tossed Teresia to the edge of the bed.

The abandoned little Holy Maiden landed softly, bouncing once on the mattress.

Shaking Teresia off, Derek tensed up again.

Her skin was smooth, but once she climbed into his bed, she turned sticky—way too "spankable."

But he couldn’t "spank" now, so he was terrified!

Teresia blinked, snapping back to reality. She turned to Derek, pouting like she was mad, her eyes filled with wounded resentment.

Under that gaze, Derek’s heart skipped a beat.

He felt like some cherub named Cupid was nearby, aiming a lousy bow straight at his heart, shooting wildly!

Was this the charm of a main heroine in R18 games?

Just one glance back, and he was almost falling for her!

What now?

What should he do?!

Then, Teresia suddenly smiled.

She felt so happy tonight.

Living in Light Village, Teresia had never played games. She thought playing on the bed with Young Master Derek was fun.

The comfort and safety she felt with him made her deeply attached.

If only Young Master Derek would let her hug him—it’d be even better. But he seemed unused to sleeping embraced.

A pity, but she was already content tonight.

Teresia sighed, feeling a little tired…

…

Teresia was smiling?!

Smiling so happily?!

Derek was stunned—he felt teased.

He wanted to say or do something, but noticed her state was odd: Teresia had closed her eyes, her breathing growing steady and even.

She’d fallen asleep?!

What kind of magical creature was this?!

Was she a Kirby that just eats and sleeps?!

Derek watched quietly for a while. Confirming Teresia was truly asleep—not tempting him—he finally relaxed into slumber.

What the hell was happening?!

Wasn’t tonight supposed to be a simple act?!

Why did it turn intense, then end so weirdly?!

Derek didn’t get it. But as long as Teresia cooperated and kept him safe, it was fine.

All for a better future…

Slowly, Derek drifted off too.

He dreamed.

Dreamed of Mount Teresia.

But that lovely scenery pressed down on him, nearly suffocating him.

So he struggled, waking up.

…

Huff—huff—

Derek’s eyes snapped open, breathing heavily.

The room was dim, but it must be morning—he remembered last night’s anti-peeping precautions.

But what was this soft, warm thing on him?!

He turned his head and saw Teresia’s adorable sleeping face.

Damn!

He’d let his guard down!

This Holy Lady had no honor—night raiding him, stealing his innocence!

Ah, his purity!

Wait—?!

Judging by this position, Teresia hadn’t just climbed on recently. That meant his curse hadn’t triggered all night?!

Had Witch Claudius clocked out for vacation?

Derek suddenly felt capable!

At that thought, Teresia’s warmth seeped deeper, her faint maidenly scent growing clearer and sweeter. His blood began to boil.

Just then, Teresia shifted in her sleep, making Derek flinch.

But she didn’t wake—just murmured softly, "Young Master Derek~ Young Master Derek~"

She was dreaming of him?!

Derek was shocked. Then…

"Young Master Derek, I want it~ I really want it~"

Holy crap! What was this wicked Holy Maiden doing to dream-him?!

Derek was dying to know!

Now, Teresia’s pretty face drew closer.

Whether intentional or not, her soft pink lips edged toward his.

Derek’s heart raced. Since Witch Claudius was off-duty, could he…?!

As he leaned in instinctively, dark mist swirled…

Lady Witch, weren’t you off shift?!

His fiery passion cooled halfway; the mist vanished.

He got it now.

Teresia had hugged him all night with no curse. The moment he thought of stealing a kiss, it activated.

The trigger wasn’t his actions—it was his dirty thoughts.

So if he stayed pure like a monk, crossing that line might be safe.

But then… would he even be human?

Damn it!

Frustrated, Derek heard Teresia’s sleepy whisper again: "Young Master Derek, I still want it~ I want cake~"

Crying for cake, she started pawing at him, taking advantage.

Argh! First the witch, now this evil Holy Maiden messing with his feelings!

Derek shoved Teresia away—women only slowed his wake-up speed.

He walked to the balcony, pulled back the curtains, and welcomed the morning sun to cleanse his tainted soul.

…

Whether from Derek’s movement or the sudden sunlight, Teresia stirred awake on the bed.

Rubbing her eyes, she looked at Derek by the balcony. Her sleepy gaze sharpened.

Young Master Derek looked extra handsome today!

Bathed in light, he radiated a saintly, desire-free nobility…