Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 566 The Devil Who Plays Hard to Get (Please Subscribe!)
When Kretie's lips touched hers, Herbert's thoughts were actually quite complicated.

That complexity doesn't refer to resistance, but rather a subtle melancholy.

Recently, he felt that his status had been reversed with that of the monster girls.

Why am I always being forcibly kissed and pushed around...?

its not right!
I'm supposed to be the hunter, but lately I'm starting to look more and more like the prey.
"What's going on? Why is everyone being so proactive these days...?"

Valentina, needless to say, is still the same as always, a predator with a strong hunting instinct.

Those crimson vertical pupils, like rubies, always gleamed in the shadows behind Herbert, ready to drag his "prey" into the lair for a fierce battle.

Even Freyme, who looks like a little lamb, is not a good person... Surely no one really thinks that sirens are a kind race?
Their tribe also enjoys "eating" members of other races and the opposite sex.

Vampires, dark elves, fallen angels... they all have their own unique abilities, and none of them are good people.

Ophidia seems to have flipped some strange switch, and her reactions have been quite proactive these past few times. Although she always manages to pull back from the brink in the end, it's estimated that her true lustful desires are not far off.

Now, even you, this devil with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are plotting against me.

No!

I have to fight back and show you who the real hunter is!

While thinking this to himself, Herbert did not make any rash moves on the surface.

"Now... I'll let you be the hunter for a while."

Herbert could clearly feel the softness and slight trembling of Kretty's lips, and smell her unique fragrance.

He didn't laugh, but simply widened his eyes slightly, feeling the sudden, determined kiss.

A few seconds later, Kreti suddenly released him again, staggering back several steps, panting even more heavily than before, her cheeks as red as ripe apples, and even her ears turning crimson.

I felt like my whole body was boiling over.

Herbert was lost in thought, imagining that if he were to sprinkle some water on her head right now, she would probably be lifted into the air by steam.

"..."

Silence spread between the two, broken only by the occasional hissing sound of bubbles rising from the lava lake in the distance.

Kreti lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Herbert's expression. She just pursed her lips, which still seemed to retain the sensation of the touch, and forced a fierce look.

Then, without even looking at Herbert, she turned her head to the side, her lips moved, and she weakly hummed, "This...this is punishment!"

"Yes! This is your punishment for deliberately bullying me earlier!"

Oh ho?

Herbert watched the stubborn devil with a smile, unable to suppress his laughter.

Oh dear, that's a really familiar excuse.

I feel like all your reasons are so similar. Can you please put some more thought into it?

Ophidia saying she wanted a massage afterward was somewhat understandable.

Can you please think about what you're saying first?

Who punishes a good person by forcibly kissing them?
Am I some innocent young man whose purity cannot be tainted?

Is it a huge insult to me to be kissed by you?
Oh.

You know what... it really is.

Because he's been living too indulgently lately, Herbert has almost forgotten that he's a pure white knight.

For him, the "pure white knight," the allure of women, especially the devil's, was truly a "humiliation."

If their roles were reversed, I'd probably be washing my mouth with muddy water right now, then painfully uttering that classic line—"Gu, just kill me!"

While Herbert was lost in thought, Kretty seized the opportunity to escape.

"good chance!"

The moment she saw the opportunity, she didn't wait for Herbert to speak. She turned around again and, at an even faster pace than when she came, practically fled into the fortress.

But will Herbert let her escape?
Want to go?

no way.

You offended the abbot and now you want to run away?

You kissed me, so it's not fair that you won't let me kiss you back.
Herbert grabbed Kretty's wrist and pulled her directly towards him.

whoosh-

Miss Lucky Ghost flew backward at an even faster speed than before, her back slamming directly into Herbert's chest.

thump.

Surprisingly, Kreti seemed completely unsurprised by what was about to happen to her, and showed no signs of struggling at all.

She even closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly upward, as if waiting for something.

Those demonic wings, which were always so flamboyant and aggressive, were now tucked docilely behind them, their tips trembling slightly.

Ok?
Accepting your fate?
Herbert smiled knowingly as he watched Miss Devil being offered herself up.

What, are you playing hard to get with me?

Since you're going to play it this way, well, I'll see how long you can wait.

Herbert stopped making any other moves and just watched with a smile as Kretty's brows furrowed slightly, her expression a mix of nervousness and unease.

"...Tsk."

After waiting for a while without seeing Herbert, Kretty knew what Herbert was doing and smacked her lips in annoyance.

She opened her eyes and glared angrily at the damned paladin.

Are you going to kiss me or not?
If you don't kiss me, I'm leaving!

The devil glared at the paladin, who was still smiling, and was about to shout angrily, "You... um."

Her slender fingers gently touched her red lips, silencing the foul words that were about to spill from her mouth.

"Sh-don't talk."

The faint holy light emanating from his fingertips collided with the hellish aura on her lips, creating tiny sparks that didn't hurt, but startled Kreti.

"Haha~"

Herbert chuckled contentedly, and finally, before Kretty could lose her temper completely, he lowered his head and gently kissed her.

Moreover, compared to a simple kiss, his hands were not behaving properly after he had just been severely "humiliated" by someone else.

The calloused fingertips slid slowly down the curve of her spine, sending a shiver down her spine.

!!!

Although Kretty was a little unhappy with the treatment and glared at Herbert, she silently accepted the somewhat impolite massage.

She even squinted her eyes slightly, and her breath came out in soft, rippling gasps.

After a long while, the two slowly separated, and Kretty's eyes were misty with tears.

"Ugh—ha!"

Seeing her adorable appearance, Herbert couldn't help but tease her after they parted, "I told you, small is cute too... Hey, hey, don't step on my toes, it's not small! Not small at all!"

He looked down at the holes in the bronze fortress floor tiles made by high heels, and his lips twitched slightly.

If he were stepped on, even with his physique... let alone a fracture, he would at least have a bruise.

That's a fatal blow.

I didn't even use my full strength, so why did you use your full strength?

This is really a game we can't afford to play.

"Kreti, you've really gone too far."

"Ah."

Kreti rolled her eyes at the guy who had taken advantage of her and was now acting innocent, and curled her lip.

Am I being unreasonable?
Why don't you tell me what outrageous thing you just did! But Miss Lucky Ghost didn't argue with Herbert. She snorted, turned around, and walked away gracefully in her high heels, quickly disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

This time, she probably won't come back.

Because, as she left, although she tried her best to suppress it, she couldn't help but smile.

"hehe."

Herbert smiled as he watched Kretie run away, shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "It seems you're in a pretty good mood now."

It's been appeased.

Although I don't know whether I comforted her or she comforted herself... it doesn't matter, it doesn't make any difference anyway.

The bronze fortress fell silent once more.

Herbert stood there for a long while before slowly raising his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against his lower lip, where the cool and soft touch of Miss Devil still seemed to linger, along with the stubborn warmth of her touch.

He chuckled softly, glanced at the lava lake, and nodded after confirming that Flora would need more time to wake up.

"Get some rest. I won't trouble you with this expansion."

Finally, Herbert turned his head, took a deep look at the corner of the corridor where Kreti's figure had disappeared, smiled slightly, and then turned and pushed open the portal.

Click.

After Herbert left, a head peeked out from around the corner of the corridor, looking suspiciously at the spot where Herbert had disappeared.

"He knew I was hiding here? Does that mean he knew before... Hmm, wait, am I forgetting something?"

Kreti stroked her chin thoughtfully for a moment, blinked, and finally realized that she had forgotten to say something.

"I didn't mention that Sami guy at all! Wait, where did he go?"

What about people?

After confirming that Herbert would not sign a contract with Sami, he went back and did not pay any attention to the subsequent developments.

What did they talk about afterwards?

Will Herbert keep her in the disciplinary facility?
Still... tsk.

"It's one thing for others to lose, but I absolutely cannot lose to her... Never mind, let's talk about it next time!"

Kretty gave a soft snort, then proudly raised her head, puffed out her chest, and strode towards the bedroom.

As a result, after taking only two steps, he stopped when he felt a tremor in his chest.

She lowered her head, looking at her once-superior capital, and her lips twitched slightly.

"...At the very least, we can't lose too much!"

Correct!
Losing a little is okay, winning the rest is enough!
That's it!

……

"Ah!"

After finishing the last bottle of wine, Sami didn't linger any longer and quickly packed up the things he needed to take from the place.

"Strange, why am I sneezing?"

She blinked, muttering incredulously to herself, "No way? I can't really be so unlucky as to have caught a cold...?"

Under normal circumstances, devils don't catch colds.

Unless it's a plague curse from an enemy of the same level, or some kind of special toxin, it looks like a cold.

The problem is that Sami is a legendary assassin, and he has extremely high resistance to poison.

What kind of toxin could possibly work on her?
After thinking it over, she finally came up with an unlikely possibility.

"Could it be... that I'm not used to the holy power emanating from the Godslayer?"

But there is another unavoidable problem.

"That's not right. I descended as a soul before. A soul summoned to the mortal realm shouldn't affect the original body."

She hesitated for a while, but breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she had only sneezed once and had no other symptoms, realizing she had been too nervous.

They're so suspicious about even this kind of thing, it's like they've been through some kind of trauma.

"...Is it exciting? It is indeed very exciting."

Sami felt a chill run down her spine as she recalled the scene of being summoned by the god-slayer and her impulsive act of desperately begging to become his servant.

Exciting, fucking exciting.

She patted her chest in lingering fear, then couldn't help but shiver, feeling as if she almost couldn't hold it in.

It's all because of Fein!

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have had such a terrible experience!

I heard from the Godslayer that Finn has been banished to the Astral Plane by the Witch Guild Master... Hmph!

Hmph, I hope Finn suffers the same misfortune as me!

I've encountered the most terrifying being in the astral realm! I'll let him experience the fear I've felt!

Sami cursed fiercely in his heart, then forgot about Finn and sighed with emotion.

"...However, in a sense, I should thank that annoying guy Finn. Without him, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to contact that person."

"I would never have had the chance to know that his personality was so easygoing and kind... He truly deserves to be called a model paladin, even a devil like me is treated gently by him."

The more Sami recalled Herbert's attitude, the more impressed he became. He never imagined that the Godslayer, who was regarded as a monstrous threat in the dark realm, would be such an easygoing person in private.

"Since he's willing to give me this opportunity, I absolutely cannot let my guard down; I must seize it!"

At this moment, Sami was extremely determined and vowed to complete the test that Herbert had set for her.

You absolutely can't miss this opportunity!

It's just some special materials I've never heard of before, watch me gather them all for you!
Sami, full of confidence, was about to set off when he suddenly stopped and squinted.

"Oh right, I didn't have time to look closely at the time... but that clansman called Kreti, haven't I heard of him somewhere before?"

She frowned slightly, thinking hard, and after a while blinked uncertainly, she found some long-forgotten information in her mind.

After a long pause, she muttered to herself uncertainly, "That strange man from the rumors... who likes to rescue slaves for no reason?"

"Hasn't she been missing for a long time?"

"I remember, after she disappeared, it seems like someone came to Hell specifically to look for her? They asked me for information. Who were those guys again?"

She squinted and muttered to herself, "...Is it the church of the Goddess of Fortune? Why were they looking for her back then?"

……

……

Elda.

"Hush."

Squirrel Tata stood atop a large tree not far from Eldar, gazing out over the entire territory.

This is such a peaceful place.

Unlike the depths, there was no danger of dying at any moment.

Phew, this is really comfortable!

No, it seems that Herbert has already smoothed over the crisis, and no fool dares to offend him.

"Peaceful, but it's really boring... huh?"

Just as she was pondering this, Tata's ears twitched, and she turned to look into the depths of the mist.

It sensed an unusual and dangerous aura slowly approaching Elda.

"somebody is coming?"

"...Hmm? What is this aura?"

(End of this chapter)