Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 484 Let Me See Your Desire
"As a genius who was once targeted by the god of lust, is this all the desire you have?"

Herbert stared at Sfanie, his tone rather amused.

Is this all the ambition you've got?

A loyal dog?

Is that enough?
I do not believe.

Herbert didn't think Sfanie would be truly satisfied after becoming a loyal dog as she wished.

Not enough.

To be regarded as a gem by the God of Lust, besides her talent in the flesh and blood, Svanee must possess some quality that attracted Him.

For example... the desires hidden beneath a cold exterior.

"Are you really that humble?"

"I……"

Sfanie was being stared at quietly by Herbert's gray eyes, yet she felt as if he had completely seen through her.

In his presence, she seemed completely unchanged, as if she had no secrets whatsoever.

How much did he actually see through?

Just how much did he actually know?

After learning the whole "truth," will he really be able to accept it?
Sfanie felt a deep sense of dread about this feeling of "nakedness".

Her first instinct was to run away and hide in a place where she couldn't be seen, hoping to gain a moment of peace by hiding.

But now that things have come to this, Herbert will not allow her to escape.

You've come this far, and you still want to run?
no way!

"Don't run away."

Herbert chuckled, tightening his grip on her chest and asking, "Even if you run away now, where can you hide?"

"I already gave you time, didn't I?"

He has given her enough time and space to adapt, to process, and to figure out how to handle the situation.

Now, although the two caring older sisters urged things on, making the situation a bit rushed, it's not much different from what was expected.

It's time to close the net.

The time has come for him to come and test the results.

Herbert stared at the somewhat bewildered dark elf and sensed an interesting contrast.

When this young lady was trying to seduce Eliza without her knowledge, she was quite uninhibited, striking all sorts of seductive poses without any stage fright.

But now, when he was actually in her arms, he froze completely, not daring to move at all.

Huh~
Miss, are you a perverted friend I chatted with online in my past life?

Online, they are all obscene and monstrous; even their chat logs cannot pass censorship.

But when they got offline, they all became as shy as young girls, like bashful young wives.

Every single one of them is just a bunch of loudmouths who only know how to talk big.

Herbert sensed Sfanie's stiffness, a slight smile playing on his lips. Instead of pressing her for an answer, he asked, "Sfanie, are you underestimating me?"

"……what?"

Subconsciously immersed in the warmth of Herbert's chest, Sfanie was a little dazed and confused. She didn't understand Herbert's meaning for a moment and looked up at him with a somewhat blank expression.

Look down on?

What should we underestimate?
Do you think I'll be scared? Or will I be disgusted by your ideas?

The white-haired paladin lowered his eyes, gazing tenderly at the dark elf in his arms. He lowered his head and whispered in a voice that whispered intimately, "Svannie, you don't need to pretend anymore."

“In my presence, you don’t need to hide anything or pretend to be sociable.”

"Be bold, let me see your desires."

desire?

Sfanie snapped out of her daze and stared blankly up at the scene.

He said...desire?
Deep within the treehouse, amidst endless flesh and blood, another woman, Svannie, who appeared to be asleep, slowly moved her fingers.

She looked almost identical to her counterpart in the outside world, except that she appeared slightly younger and had a lighter skin tone, unlike the dark skin of ordinary dark elves; it was a healthy wheat color.

Wearing a long white dress and with waist-length hair, she looked more gentle than her external counterpart.

Boom!
Suddenly, a loud thumping sound came from that previously calm chest.

Boom boom boom!
Soon, the heartbeat quickened and quickened!
Svannie's main body suddenly opened her eyes, and she also looked up in a daze, looking at Herbert along with her clone.

"You want to witness my desire?"

Herbert, seeing her shocked expression, smiled with pleasure and nodded.

"Yes."

"Svannie, you can be any more greedy!"

Be a little greedier!
"Be a little greedier?"

"Correct!"

Sfanie pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, her expression shifting between light and shadow, her eyes constantly changing.

The two stared at each other without saying a word for a moment.

Just as Herbert thought he should add fuel to the fire, he heard the sound of saliva being swallowed.

goo.

It was very light, but it meant that Sfanie was already smitten.

His smile widened, and his arm around his waist tightened.

Then he revealed his true trump card.

"You can be... a little crazier."

!!!

Sfanie could no longer remain calm and could no longer hold on.

“Herbert, you…”

A pair of beautiful gray eyes were reflected in the dark elf's widening gaze.

In those calm gray eyes, a different color was now shimmering.

That's crazy.

She actually saw "madness" in the paladin's eyes?
Moreover, it was a purer kind of madness than the madness that many villains in the evil camp deliberately faked!

A terrifying madness flickered deep within his abyss-like eyes; even just a glimpse of it was enough to make countless souls tremble.

Why would Herbert have such a look in his eyes?
he……

Staring into those crazed eyes, Sfanie could only manage a weak smile, her voice hoarse as she said, "Herbert, that's not something a paladin should say... This, this is wrong."

"Ha ha!"

The paladin burst into laughter upon hearing this, shaking his head with unbridled joy: "Wrong! Sfanie, you're completely wrong about that!"

"You don't know me well enough."

"In your eyes, am I still a conservative, old-fashioned paladin like everyone else?"

Is not it?
Sfanie didn't answer, but just looked back at her with a puzzled expression.

Don't you have any self-awareness?

From Sfanie's perspective, during the journey to the Darklands, Herbert kept saying he didn't care about the slaves and was prepared to leave them to die.

But in the end, he still stepped forward without hesitation in the face of danger, standing in front of evil desires and saving those people.

He granted Stila liberation, took away the surviving residents, saved himself, brought Theresa back to life, and brought the city to its deserved end.

For those who are dying, Herbert is a hero, a hero in every sense of the word.

You've done so much, don't you still feel you haven't done enough? Doesn't this make you a qualified paladin?

Even if Sfanie knew about the close relationship between Herbert and Eliza, she didn't see anything wrong with it.

Some stains on his personal life will not overshadow the immense sense of justice he carries.

However, Herbert rejected her conjecture.

"No, you're wrong, you're all wrong."

The paladin laughed wildly, his laughter maniacal and unrestrained.

"You have never known what the real me is."

"What you see now is the real me."

What is the real Herbert?
This is a very complex problem.

He was the second son of the Albert family.

He was a noble boy who had accepted his situation from a young age and chose to devote himself to art instead of fighting.

He was a pitiful person who was betrayed by his family and forced into prison.

The father had long been aware of the discord between his brothers, but he did nothing about it, thus objectively contributing to this tragedy.

Although his friend felt sorry for him afterward, he didn't care about the pain he had endured. He only calculated those cold gains and losses, ignoring his inner feelings and simply believing that the benefits outweighed the harms.

At that time... in that cold cage, did he not harbor any resentment? Did he not feel any anger?

some.

For the Frost Crystal Nobles, for friends, for father, for... this world.

Although Herbert suppressed his anger and buried it deep in his heart after leaving,

But it has never truly disappeared.

It was just suppressed, brewing in my heart like strong liquor that was constantly fermenting, gradually becoming more intense.

At the same time, he was also an even lonelier soul.

Having lived as an orphan, the experiences she had gone through had already left her scarred and wounded.

The human heart is complex, and Herbert had a profound understanding of this statement.

Some people like to bully the weak because of their strength, while the poor people who are bullied are more willing to point their weapons at the weaker ones.

Herbert was once that lowest of the low, a stepping stone for everyone to trample on.

But those painful experiences did not break him; Herbert eventually overcame them all.

Where there are bad people, there are also good people.

Those selfless acts of help saved Herbert from going astray.

He was like a wild grass that could be seen everywhere, growing tenaciously, turning anger into motivation, and proving his own ability.

However, the accident happened too soon.

Herbert had barely repaid the kindness of others, and before he could even retaliate, he was unexpectedly transported to a new world.

The anger that had been building up in his heart for years finally had nowhere to go, leaving him feeling like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

He had the right to be angry and the ability to retaliate, but he lost the object of his revenge.

Now, he is Herbert Albert, a less-than-serious paladin.

He is an ally of the evil god.

He was the gambler who, despite having no chips at all, made a pact with the gods by bluffing and analyzing the pros and cons.

Now, he has power.

He was incredibly powerful, easily reaching a height that countless people might not be able to attain even after decades of arduous training.

He is strong.

He can transform himself into a new oppressor whenever he wants, venting all his desires.

This is a world where strength reigns supreme, and there aren't many moral constraints.

However, Herbert was unwilling to become one of the people he once hated most, unwilling to act recklessly through power, so he suppressed his emotions once again.

Although he was able to maintain a calm exterior and become the perfect gentleman in everyone's eyes, he disguised himself as a model paladin.

But in reality, he was far less rational than he appeared.

He was never perfect.

Deep down, there's always been an underlying madness.

In a sense, the real him can be seen as a madman who could go crazy at any moment but was also extremely rational and self-controlled.

He is dangerous, yet safe.

Herbert didn't know how many people had seen through his true nature, but now he was willing to share this secret with Sfanie.

Since you intend to pry into other people's secrets, you should also reveal your own.

No?
That's fair enough.

Although the two did not speak, Sfanie understood completely at that moment.

The shock in the dark elf's eyes gradually faded, and the surprise eventually turned into a trace of pity. She raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, then stopped dodging and hugged him tightly.

She didn't ask Herbert what exactly happened; it was all in the past, and asking more wouldn't make a difference.

At that moment, all she could do was hold Herbert tight and share her warmth with him.

Feeling that unspoken affection, Herbert's lips curled up slightly, and he gently returned the hug, whispering, "I'm not a normal paladin, and you're not a normal dark elf. Aren't we a perfect match?"

"Maybe I just like your crazy side?"

Sfanie stopped dodging and completely returned to her normal demeanor. She raised her head and said with a hint of coquettish helplessness, "But I'm just this cold. I really can't be what they expect me to be..."

It's not that she doesn't want to befriend others, but she's just not cut out for it.

Just pretending to fit in is already a huge effort.

"It's okay, as long as I'm not cold to you, as for my relationship with them, we can take it slow."

Herbert smiled, not pressuring her, but comforting her, "I will always be with you. One day, you will be able to fully accept other people and get used to the kindness from others."

Sfanie pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Did I already have a 'heart' back then?"

"At that time, I..."

Is being a loyal dog enough?
Of course, that's not enough.

Who doesn't want to truly fall in love with someone?
But Sfanie didn't know if she, without a heart, was even qualified.

Once I have a heart, will I be qualified to "love" you?

"Hmm? Are you still confused because of what Lucaria said?"

Herbert blinked, then nodded in realization, muttering to himself, "I see, that's where the problem lies. No wonder your wishes are so humble..."

He smiled at Sfanie, pressed his forehead against hers, and whispered, "Sfanie, you've always been kind."

You are worthy of being loved.

"Of course, one is also entitled to fall in love with others."

"In fact, you've already been loved all along!"

After Herbert finished speaking, he suddenly pushed Sfanie away gently and winked at her.

"As for how I can prove to you that you are loved—I think you should first switch back to your original form?"

He looked at the bewildered dark elf and said meaningfully, "After all, what I'm about to do is something you've never done before."

"I think it's better to leave such a valuable experience to the original body."

"What do you think?"

Sfanie: ? ? ?

the first time?
What first time?
Wait, what are you going to do?
(End of this chapter)