Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Looking at Roland's charming appearance.

Caryl felt dizzy and wanted to reprimand him, but she didn't know where to begin.

After all, if you really want to be precise, she's not even Roland's husband, let alone his lover.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she grabbed Roland's shoulders.

"Little Loran, what kind of beasts turned you into this?!"

Roland was completely bewildered.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'training'? I'm very innocent, okay?"

Caryl quickly pushed Roland in front of the full-length mirror in the dressing room, pointing at the fox girl in the mirror who exuded a seductive aura.

"You're so innocent, what kind of good girl acts like that?"

"Fox ears and a tail can be attributed to magic, but your practiced posture and demeanor, these subconscious movements, it's as if you've been thoroughly trained... thoroughly trained..."

Kalil stammered, unable to utter any words that would be censored.

But Roland understood what she meant, and her face flushed slightly.

"How could I possibly become that kind of thing? These... these changes are all... um."

Roland paused for a moment halfway through her sentence.

The system's skill issues were indeed difficult to explain to Kalil, and he couldn't think of a good excuse for the time being.

Seeing this, Caryl thought she had guessed correctly and took a step forward to gently hug Roland.

In her view, Roland is now suffering from both mental and physical torment.

She said it in a comforting tone.

"Don't worry, little Loran, I won't look down on you."

"Tell me directly who turned you into this, and I'll make her kneel at your feet like a nightingale, repaying you a hundredfold!"

As she spoke, she was already mentally making a list of her targets for revenge.

Elizabeth, Seraphim, the sheep, Salia, the unknown tree spirit...

Roland patted Caryl's back, both amused and exasperated, and struggled out of her embrace.

"You're really overthinking it. Why is your mind filled with such lewd thoughts?"

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Kalil looked indignant.

"Is this my fault? I'm out there scheming against the dark elves, while you've been turned into this state by some wild woman who came from who-knows-where at home."

"No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get."

"Since you won't talk, I'll interrogate you one by one!"

He turned and was about to leave.

Roland quickly grabbed Caryl and pulled her back to the sofa.

"Hey, hey, sit down and listen to me, sit down and listen to me."

……

Twenty minutes later, Roland recounted the events of that time to Kalil.

Especially the matter of Khalil's lower body, which she was most concerned about.

"Kariel, the most intimate thing I've done lately has been to give a sheep a lap pillow. It's nothing like the wanton behavior you imagine."

"I am really innocent and naive, okay?"

Caryl calmed down a bit. She had just pressed herself against Roland and used her witch powers to sense him.

There was indeed no trace of lust in Roland's body, and her scent remained pure, indicating that she had not been harmed.

But this did not dispel Caryl's concerns. She looked at Roland's figure and continued to ask.

"Then how come you're so skilled at these movements?"

"Would you call that a talent?"

"talent?"

Khalil gave her a "Are you kidding me?" look.

Roland nodded seriously.

"Yes, you've heard Salia mention it, right? Pink Harbor's current success is all based on my project proposal. You could say I have a bit of a talent for this kind of thing."

"A talent for doing things unconventionally?"

Caryl looked at Roland with a strange expression.

Roland blushed slightly, admitting that this was somewhat embarrassing, and subconsciously looked away as she nodded.

At this moment, Caryl took out a photograph from her spatial ring and placed it in front of Roland.

Her tone was sarcastic.

"So in this photo, you really did it willingly, or were you caught red-handed with some kind of leverage?"

"What photo?"

Roland's gaze shifted to the photo, which showed her dressed as a cat maid, demonstrating to the sheep how to seduce people.

This photo was taken by Salia, and somehow it ended up in Khalil's hands.

"Didn't we tell Salia to destroy them all back then?"

Roland blurted out the words instinctively, then immediately realized her mistake and covered her mouth with both hands.

Kalil pouted, revealing an "I knew it" expression.

"Waaaaah, Roland, this is blatant cheating!"

As he spoke, he began to pull out various photos from his spatial ring, as if he were displaying weapons.

"Cat Maiden Photobook", behind-the-scenes footage, close-up of black stockings and ice cream, custom-made backless evening gown, and various candid shots of Salia from different angles...

She pulled out photographic evidence while complaining.

"I'm clearly the one who treats you the best, but you're always giving those other women a free ride."

"Look at this outfit, these bodysuits and stockings, these tiny feet, and that alluring little expression."

"You're actually this kind of woman? I really misjudged you!"

Roland was completely numb.

"Kariel, these are all normal photos, they don't show much skin, and I'm doing this to promote Pink Harbor..."

"Is this backless dress also one?"

"Lywyn asked me to help ease Elizabeth's anger. She's furious about my photo book and is monopolizing my promotional materials everywhere."

"So that brat has his eye on you too? What exactly happened between you two back then?!"

Roland: "..."

Why is this only making things worse?

The more I explain, the more I feel like I'm truly shameless.

No, we're almost being led astray by Kalil.

Roland shook her head, banishing the bizarre idea from her mind, and looked helplessly at Kalil, who was rolling around on the sofa, thinking of adding more details.

Caryl refused to cooperate, covering her ears and continuing to roll around.

"Waaah, I don't want to listen, you cheating, bad woman."

Roland was choked and speechless.

"What do you mean by a 'cheating bad woman'? I'm perfectly chaste, okay? And why would I be considered cheating?"

"I'm still single!"

"single?!"

Kalil yelled.

She rolled to Roland's thigh and stopped, looked up at Roland with teary eyes, and didn't say a word.

She's like a little girl who's been seduced and then abandoned.

Roland was at her wit's end and helplessly stroked Caryl's hair.

"Alright, alright, my dear Miss Caryl, how can I make it up to you so you won't keep throwing a tantrum?"

Are you sure you want to compensate me?

Khalil pouted, maintaining her teary-eyed expression.

Roland nodded seriously.

"Yes, but don't go too far."

"I want a lap pillow."

"Sure, I already promised you that..."

"And you have to rub its tail."

"Okay, but your quirks are really weird. I just hurt the sheep."

Kalil's face paled, and she changed her words.

"It's a very gentle way of rubbing the tail, like you're massaging your own big fox tail!"

"Oh well, fine, fine, I've already rubbed the sheep."

Upon hearing this, Kalil's eyes widened, and she became displeased again.

"Since you've already enjoyed it, I want more. I want you to wear nice clothes, just like the ones above."

She pointed to the photos scattered on the table and added a comment.

"I have to choose the style of clothing!"