"That's so damn infuriating! Not even a shred of face for me... I'm supposed to be the villain here. Do you think I'm easy to bully because I've got a good temper?"

To be honest, Morningstar was a little angry now. And in that anger, her heart wasn't filled with rage alone. It was also being swallowed by a strange emotion.

That emotion was full of violence, darkness, and lust.

It was the Dark Sorceress's feelings inside her body. Guided by her anger, they were gradually being released.

Morningstar's expression slowly darkened. She stared at the Holy Maiden Freya with a bizarre, terrifying gaze.

"Y-you... what are you trying to do...?" The Holy Maiden, who had been aggressive the whole time, actually started to tremble when she saw Morningstar's expression. But she still refused to back down. "Demon! Don't think you can scare me—mmph————!!"

Before she could finish, her neck was viciously seized by a pale, slender hand!

"Mmph! Mmphhh! Let go of me, you damned demon!!!! Don't touch me with those evil hands!"

The grip was absurdly strong, like a vise crushing her throat. Freya could only struggle weakly and let out muffled whimpers.

"Didn't you tell me to torture you? Fine. I'll show you what terror really means."

The fabric on Morningstar's arm visibly transformed into a black, asphalt-like substance. It moved and crawled along her fair skin, then slithered down her arm and hand until it reached Freya's face.

"Ughhh—aaahhh!"

The instant it touched her, Freya's pupils shrank sharply. Her struggling grew even more frantic. She pounded desperately at Morningstar in front of her with both hands, but it did nothing.

"Hehehe... struggle... struggle harder... yes, that's it. Perfect."

Under Morningstar's control, the black substance slowly covered Freya's beautiful face. It was only a thin layer, but even so, Freya felt a darkness and chill from it unlike anything she had ever known.

"Scared? Weren't you saying you wouldn't be afraid? Hahahaha... giving up already?"

The black substance wrapped around Freya's entire head, leaving only her tear-filled eyes exposed.

"De... mon... I'm not scared...! I'm not..."

Holy Maiden Freya was soft all over, but her mouth was definitely the hardest part!

"Is that so?"

Morningstar gave a wicked little smile. Under her control, the black substance began entering Freya's mouth, nose, ears, and even her pores. Nearly every opening on her body was invaded by that evil thing...

Feeling her body being invaded, Freya's fear response became even more intense. Then Morningstar pulled the Holy Maiden in front of her and ran her tongue over her cheek.

"Mmm~ that's the taste of fear."

"De... mon... n-not..." Her mouth was wrapped up now, and she couldn't form complete words anymore.

"I can wrap up your whole body. Like a python swallowing a pitiful little rabbit, I can eat you and make you part of me."

Morningstar wasn't bluffing. If she wanted to swallow the Holy Maiden now, it would be effortless. Just like in those animal documentaries...

"So what... demon... I won't submit to you..."

The black, evil substance easily corroded the armor on Freya's body. Starting from her neck, it slowly wrapped itself down over her body.

It had been mentioned before that the black substance was part of Morningstar's body. So she could clearly feel every sensation it brought back.

In other words, Morningstar could now feel the touch of every inch of Freya's skin that she was wrapping around, including...

Freya's body looked as if it had been put into an extremely tight bodysuit. It perfectly outlined her graceful figure, and inside that "suit," the substance kept writhing against her skin.

She began trembling instinctively. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. Her cheeks were red, maybe because her throat was being choked and she was short of breath. Her teeth were clenched tightly together. She probably didn't want to let out any sounds of fear.

So she is scared now? Hehehe. She knows how terrifying I am now, right? Morningstar thought to herself, and her hands showed no sign of stopping.

"If you won't submit, then I'll—"

Morningstar suddenly froze mid-sentence. The evil, icy look in her eyes instantly turned confused. She stared blankly at what was happening in front of her.

"What... am I doing?"

After successfully taking revenge on Freya, a good part of Morningstar's anger had faded. Because of that, a bit of her reason returned at that moment.

The instant she realized what she was doing, panic flooded her face. She quickly pulled back the hand that was choking Freya's neck.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Freya's body dropped to the ground. The things wrapped around her also slowly withdrew, crawling back across the floor and returning to Morningstar's feet.

"A-are you okay?" Morningstar reached out a hand in a fluster, wanting to help Freya up, but not daring to touch her body.

"Demon... y-you... why didn't you keep going...?" Freya raised her head and glared at Morningstar with venom in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened just now... I just couldn't control my emotions... It's all my fault. I shouldn't have..."

Morningstar looked at Freya, only to realize that Freya's armor had already been completely corroded away by her. That perfect body was fully exposed...

That made Morningstar instinctively turn her head away. Then, just as instinctively, she snuck a few glances at her from the corner of her eye.

The first instinct came from morality.

The second came from the instincts of a shameless perv.

Freya's reaction to the Dark Sorceress's gaze wasn't actually that intense. No matter how hateful the Dark Sorceress was, she was still a girl. Being looked at a few times by another girl wasn't enough to make Freya explode.

What she found strange, though, was this: the Dark Sorceress had clearly gained the upper hand, so why didn't she keep torturing her? Why stop halfway through?

What do I do? Maybe I should apologize to her?

"Master! You can't be weak!" Seeing her master's spineless look, the Little Dragoness got mad. She absolutely could not allow her noble, sacred master to humble herself before some lowly member of the Divine Clan!

She immediately rushed over, reached both arms under Morningstar's armpits from behind, and hauled her up. On the way, she even grabbed her master's chest.

"Get up, Master! There is no one in this world worth kneeling to!"

At first, the Little Dragoness had been thrilled to see her master turn bad. She thought her old master had finally come back. But who would've thought this version of Morningstar would only last a few dozen seconds?

Even a few dozen minutes would've been fine! At the very least, she could've dealt with the Holy Maiden in front of them and thoroughly stained her with darkness.

But stopping halfway like that felt... it felt like...

Trying to pick your nose, but not being able to reach the booger inside. That's how unbearable it was!