“Huff… huff…”

Kroso’s ears filled with the girl’s heavy, tempting breaths nearby. He felt genuinely bewildered.

What was the Archangel doing?

Why had she drugged him?

Having reinforced the parts of his body most vulnerable to injury, Kroso possessed exceptionally high toxin resistance.

Yet the wine hadn’t contained poison—it held a potent sleeping agent, strong enough to knock someone out instantly.

All his senses worked normally; his body was unharmed. He simply couldn’t wake up.

He *could* jolt awake by channeling magic… but he didn’t rush it.

He wanted to see what the Archangel truly intended.

“Hero…? Hero…?”

Once her alluring panting steadied, Kroso heard the Archangel’s voice—soft, trembling with emotion.

A familiar, fresh fragrance drifted closer… then stopped just above him.

*Had she shifted back into that succubus form?*

Instinctively, Kroso readied his magic to wake himself.

In that state, she’d surely act against her will—doing strange, painful things. He couldn’t bear seeing her drown in shame and despair again after waking.

But…

“Hero… huff… huff… I’m sorry. If circumstances hadn’t forced my hand… haa~ I… I never wanted this. Please… please don’t blame me.”

Hearing her quivering apology, Kroso froze—and halted his magic.

*The Archangel was conscious?*

Sylvia *was* fully awake. Yet the strange impulse raging inside her refused to be tamed. Only sheer, stubborn willpower held it back.

She nearly abandoned her plan from sheer discomfort.

But this chance was rare—possibly her last before The Church’s review. After a pause, she pressed on.

Just as she’d calmed her ragged breaths and reached Kroso… that searing desire surged again, crashing into her mind.

It took immense will not to kiss him. Even her exhales burned hot.

She hastily cast High-tier Sacred Healing. The urge eased—just slightly.

Daring to study the sleeping Hero’s face, guilt swelled in her chest. He’d shown her such sincere care… and now she’d drugged him for this. Her apology had been real—even if he couldn’t hear it.

She steadied her breath, knelt on the armchair, clamped her knees around Kroso’s supple waist, and settled firmly onto his thighs.

Her hands rose slowly, resting gently on his neck.

The pose was undeniably intimate. She hadn’t *wanted* to sit this way—but a strange, melting weakness left her no choice.

The moment she settled, her open status panel flashed: **+10 Cinder Points**.

*Huh?*

Just… sitting on the Hero granted Cinder Points?

*Ten* at once?

She allocated them instantly to Strength. A wave of clarity washed over her—her spirit felt lighter.

Could Strength suppress this weakness?

If restoring Strength meant never losing control again…

Her gaze dropped to Kroso, eyes gleaming with sudden hope and hunger.

She hadn’t meant to show it—but the expression had already slipped into habit.

Smiling faintly, she licked her lips and continued testing the rules.

*Hmm…?*

*Archangel! What are you doing?!*

Kroso felt every point of contact—neck, waist, thighs—flare with heat.

*She’d never do this… would she?*

But her voice held genuine tenderness. That sacred warmth couldn’t be faked.

She *was* conscious… yet—

Before he could think further, her hands left his neck.

Then—*click… click…*—his uniform buttons loosened, one by one.

Her fingers fumbled, slow and unpracticed.

Yet the slow build of tension… then sudden release… sent shivers through him.

He’d never felt undressing so maddeningly gentle *and* rough.

Pure teasing.

Heat flooded his body. *Wake up!* his mind screamed.

*But…*

*Endure.*

If he woke now… her shame would be unbearable.

He forced himself to wait.

Agonizingly.

After unbuttoning his coat, her hand drifted upward—pausing at his collarbone.

A feather-light caress, as if tracing a treasure. Her soft fingertips sent electric tingles across his skin.

*Archangel… please stop.*

His heart raged against the violation—but he stayed still. For *her* sake.

This helplessness cut deeper than helpless rage. His body grew hypersensitive.

*Hehe~*

*The Hero’s reaction is so fun~*

Watching him flush hot from just a touch on his collarbone, Sylvia’s smile deepened.