Super God: My sister-in-law discovered me secretly drawing Kaisa's feet.

It was just dawn.

Su Mobai was awakened by a knock on the door.

Although I was so tired yesterday that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, I kept having dreams.

When I opened my eyes, my mind was still foggy.

He couldn't understand why he would have such a shameful dream!

Why do I act like a gourmet, meticulously appreciating food?

Yes.

It's the system!

The problem lies with the system.

It has absolutely nothing to do with Su Mobai!

Su Mobai raised his hand and rubbed his face, thinking that he was just a lousy artist.

These days are getting more and more outrageous.

There was another gentle knock on the door, and a woman's voice came from outside: "Mr. Su, breakfast has been delivered."

"Enter."

As soon as the door opened, two female angels entered carrying trays. Su Mobai, who was still half asleep, was puzzled when he saw the expressions on their faces.

Because their expressions weren't those of a normal guest, but rather... admiration?

What do you admire?

There was even a hint of barely suppressed curiosity, as if they were looking at some remarkable person.

Su Mobai sat on the edge of the bed, stunned for a moment.

He looked down at himself, then at the breakfast on the table, and finally at the two female angels, a question slowly forming in his mind.

Could I have given myself away?

Could Liang Bing have sold herself?

Or did Keisha see the painting that Liang Bing confiscated?

In other words, this is their last meal before they die!

The two female angels put the things away, and one of them couldn't help but glance at him again, her eyes almost overflowing with admiration.

Su Mobai felt a chill run down his spine from their stares, but he couldn't press them for answers. So he forced a nonchalant expression and nodded at them.

Forget it.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

We had just finished eating when someone else came to invite us to dinner.

She was a female angel, standing outside the door with a deft demeanor: "Mr. Su, Her Highness Keisha requests your presence at the training grounds."

Su Mobai was wiping his hands when he heard this and stopped.

Training Course.

It made his temple throb.

No!

Does this mean I have to relive the crime myself?

However, Su Mobai remained composed, showing no sign of it on his face. He simply put down the handkerchief and stood up, still maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor: "Please lead the way."

As we drove along, a cool breeze blew from the grassland.

Is this the scenery I saw before I mailed it away?

Hey.

Su Mobai followed behind, sighing inwardly.

When they arrived at the destination, Keisha was already there.

Today, instead of the more casual long dress she wore yesterday, she sported a sharp training outfit, her blonde hair tied up, a long sword at her side, and glanced back at him.

"Young Master Su, how was your rest?"

Su Mobai looked at her calm and collected demeanor, as if he hadn't been exposed yet.

No beheading.

It's drawing.

That's good.

"very good."

"The bed was very nice, and the food was very good. Thank you for your hospitality."

Keisha glanced at him, her lips twitching slightly as if she wanted to laugh but didn't, and simply said, "That's good then."

She turned and walked towards the center of the room, saying as she went, "You promised to paint it for me yesterday. I don't want a seated portrait."

Su Mobai breathed a huge sigh of relief; it turned out he had only scared himself.

She quickly took out her sketchbook from her backpack: "So, Keisha, what kind of drawing do you want to make?"

"Tell me more about it."

Keisha stopped and turned to look at him, her tone flat: "Draw me practicing swordsmanship."

Upon hearing this, Su Mobai actually perked up a bit.

It's easy to capture the spirit of a seated figure in stillness, but difficult to capture the essence of a moving one, yet that skill is truly revealed.

It seems that yesterday's test wasn't enough, and they want to test themselves again.

Otherwise, it would be a competition with Liang Bing, but that's unlikely.

It's hard to say for sure.

Just as he was about to nod, a familiar light screen suddenly popped up in front of him.

[A new mission is available. Please accept it.]

Su Mobai almost jumped.

???

No!

System Bro!

Don't mess with me!

He's now wary of this broken system, especially in front of Keisha. The moment it pops up, he gets a chill, fearing it might pull some outrageous trick on him again.

Drawing Keisha's bare feet was already dangerous enough; if he did it again, he feared it wouldn't just be a matter of his reputation being ruined, but whether he could even walk out of the training ground alive.

He had barely cursed in his mind when the mission details popped up.

[Mission Objective: Complete a full-body statue of Keisha with the core aura of "Reigning Supreme".]

[Additional requirement: Keisha must stand on the head of a male angel.]

[The drawing process requires the use of internal energy for assistance.]

[Quest Reward: Consumes the corresponding amount of mana to permanently materialize an item. Mana +1.]

[Potential bonus: Keisha's favor and affection.]

Current attribute.

HP: 10

[MP: 1]

Su Mobai stood there, motionless for a long time.

He suspected the system was genuinely trying to kill him.

Stepping on the male angel's head?

Still ruling the world?

Should we also say to Keisha, "Keisha, your yellow robe has fallen off, let me put it on you"?

Su Mobai gritted his teeth inwardly. Reigning supreme over the world was not really a problem.

The problem is that the male angel's head was stepped on!

Is this still considered a proper drawing?

Although drawing is not the problem.

But how do you explain it after you've drawn it?!

This system is a total rip-off!

And what does my current health and mana mean? Am I a squishy chicken?

Keisha noticed he had stopped and turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"No." Su Mobai swallowed his anger and forced a smile. "I just suddenly feel that today's painting is going to be very exciting."

Keisha didn't ask any further questions, but a hint of anticipation flashed in her eyes. She then walked to the center of the room, took off her slightly elaborate outer cloak, and casually handed it to a maid beside her.

As the fabric slipped from her fingers, a sliver of sunlight peeked out from behind the clouds, falling on her and gilding her figure with a thin layer of gold.

Su Mobai was still regulating his breathing when, the next moment, "!!!"

Is this still Keisha?

Why are you taking off your clothes without warning? You weren't like this before!

Yesterday, I looked through the grass; it was far away, and I was just imagining things.

Standing on the sidelines now, it's close, and it's deadly.

The golden light dissipated.

The outer garment fell off.

Inside wasn't the jumbled thoughts in his head, but a set of light armor that fit his body perfectly.

Hey...

No, why are you sighing?

Immediately afterwards, my heart skipped a beat.

The armor was primarily silver-white, with pale gold patterns as embellishments.

They protected the areas that needed protection, but didn't smooth out the lines.

On the contrary, it makes these parts stand out even more.

Especially that exposed waist and abdomen!

Against the backdrop of the breastplate, she appeared fair, delicate, and strong.

Further down, there's a battle skirt that's just the right length.

Not an inch more, not an inch less.

With those legs that seem to outlive her, it's simply unreasonable.

Yesterday, Su Mobai only saw her wings opening and closing as she practiced her swordplay through the bushes; from a distance, they appeared large.

I think it looks good and it looks heroic.

But standing up close today, he realized what true destructive power really meant.

Beautiful is beyond words.

Two words.

perfect.

Add two more words.

That's fucking perfect.