Yes, how had he not noticed it sooner?

The Holy Lady was finally showing her power!

When Teresia first arrived at the mansion, she’d been painfully thin—the smallest maid uniform hung loosely on her frame.

Now, with improved meals and Derek secretly adding extra snacks, her nutrition was no longer lacking. Teresia was growing like a wild horse breaking free, steadily transforming toward her in-game character illustration…

After all, that art came from an R18 game!

Every alluring curve a female character could possess had been meticulously rendered by the artist.

And Teresia’s role? The team’s powerhouse healer—a healer needed *ample assets* for maximum healing!

In short: once Teresia’s figure fully blossomed, her potential would be boundless.

Imagine gentle plains rising into majestic peaks—what a breathtaking sight.

Derek suddenly felt dizzy.

Maybe the undulating mountains in his mind had dazzled him.

Yet his blood surged with vibrant energy—boiling, scalding.

Especially with her soft warmth in his arms: the intimate scent, the heat, every subtle detail vividly registered. The faint desire deep within him swelled endlessly.

Whether from imbalance or instinct, Teresia lifted her tiny hand and looped it around his waist.

They pressed closer, as if slowly merging into one.

The air grew thick with intimacy. As a man, Derek knew—if this continued, he’d lose control!

But just then…

“Derek… I love you.”

A tender voice echoed from the depths of his mind. Time froze.

In the stillness, black mist rose—icy, swallowing his passion whole.

It swirled, drifted, then coalesced into an elegant silhouette.

Jealousy seemed to pulse from it. The moment it formed, slender arms wrapped around Derek from behind.

Her back pressed flush against his; her cheek nestled close.

A delicate hand rose playfully, tracing patterns on his chest like a lovesick girl.

…

A sweet girl before him, a bewitching woman behind—Derek’s luck was *too* rich.

But joy was the last thing he felt.

Witch Claudius’s slender finger circled slowly over his heart. A clear threat.

He and Teresia had grown too close. Witch Claudius was jealous.

If he failed to satisfy Klodis, she’d stab straight into his heart—“If I can’t have your body, I’ll take your heart.”

Wah! This yandere was terrifying!

“Derek, I really do love you~”

Klodis whispered another chilling confession into his ear, voice delicate as orchids.

“I get it! I know what to do—please, just go back!”

Perhaps hearing his promise, the dark figure faded. The shadows melted like candle wax.

Time flowed again. Derek was different now—calm. Stone-cold calm.

Because losing composure meant losing his life.

Right. Distance. Now.

In moments like this, his mouth betrayed him. To avoid Teresia’s hatred, Derek gently grasped her delicate shoulders, intending to lift her up.

But the moment he slightly raised her, Teresia suddenly pulled him back—tight.

They’d barely parted before pressing together again. That subtle friction nearly sent his thoughts spiraling.

Oof! What was this girl doing?!

Sure, watching Teresia devour meals lately gave him déjà vu of “raising pigs,” but she couldn’t *actually* snort and nuzzle him like one!

That rub nearly shattered his calm again!

…

Teresia hadn’t overthought it.

She’d fallen into his arms by accident, meant to rise—but the warmth, his comforting scent, the deep sense of security… it felt like a sun-warmed blanket on a winter morning. A quiet dependence bloomed.

So she subconsciously wrapped her arms around him.

Derek moved to help her up.

But Teresia clung on—like a child reluctant to leave a cozy bed.

No one was watching. Why rush?

She hugged him again. She didn’t understand this longing… she just *liked* it.

…

Teresia followed her heart—leaving Derek utterly flustered.

No. *She* was flustering *him*.

Teresia… what are you doing?!

Had she been eyeing his body all along?!

Not impossible. His looks were always on point—even Witch Claudius couldn’t resist him.

Normally? He’d gladly follow the Holy Lady’s guidance beneath holy light into sacred realms.

Not today.

One step closer with Teresia meant the abyss.

The yandere wouldn’t forgive him.

He had to snap her back to her senses—teach her not to drown in male charm!

Just then, Teresia hugged him tighter, nuzzling his chest like a little bird clinging to its nest.

To her, it felt like hugging her favorite pillow—safe, soothing.

But as the saying goes: joy and sorrow don’t travel the same road. Derek only felt…

Oof. Sinful.

This friction… this friction… the Holy Maiden’s growth.

Hills barely rising, yet already this captivating.

Once peaks soared—wouldn’t that beauty shake nations?!

Keep this up, and he’d summon the yandere again!

He *had* to stop her!

Her foolishness would doom the world!

How?! How to wake the irrational Holy Lady?!

Derek felt she was possessed—snorting, nuzzling wildly in his arms!

Hm?!

Wait… *pig*?!

Lately, he’d gained plenty of “pig-raising” experience…

…

“You’ve been here two weeks—still no progress? Taking forever to dress me while the head chef’s breakfast turns cold!”

Derek snapped, voice icy.

Teresia froze. Then—*awake*.

She released him, sat up straight—like waking from a dream.

Breakfast!

Right! Breakfast!

She didn’t mind his harsh tone. Cold food *was* sad!

With nimble hands, she finished dressing him and hurried to fetch the meal cart.

Watching her go, Derek sighed in relief—then collapsed against the wall.

Thank goodness Teresia still prioritized her stomach over romance.

He’d narrowly escaped disaster.

Peace returned to Derek’s life…

Until Teresia wheeled the cart in, closed the door with practiced ease, licked her lips, and gazed at him—eyes sparkling, full of eager anticipation.

Derek’s heart lurched.

Plains rising to hills. Slopes steepening. One day, Teresia’s majestic mountain range would fully emerge.

Majestic peaks… and dangerously high altitude.

For a brighter tomorrow—he must stay cautious…