Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

When Kalil saw Roland's pink, heart-shaped eyes, her reason snapped.

As Roland wished, Caryl revealed a lecherous expression, her nostrils flaring slightly as she exhaled hot breath.

"Haha, Master is such a loser! You're not much better than a sheep!"

Roland released Caryl, returned to her original spot, leaned back on the sofa, and looked happy.

A man who has satisfied his survival instinct and his desire for fun is just that content.

She waved to Khalil and switched back to her normal tone.

"Stop joking around. Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm going to take you to meet your fellow villagers later, so don't puff out your cheeks, it looks kind of funny."

Roland was speaking, but received no response from Kalil, so she turned around in confusion.

"Master, why aren't you saying anything? Have you just lost your mind...?"

As Roland spoke, she became speechless.

Because Kalil stared with her big, bloodshot eyes, like a mother jackal that hadn't eaten for ten or fifteen days, locking onto her tender and delicious prey.

And it is constantly moving closer to Roland.

"Kariel... Master, what are you doing? That expression is kind of scary."

"I was just kidding, just kidding~"

Caryl continued to approach without saying a word, then placed one hand on the back of the sofa next to Roland's head, scrutinizing Roland from a superior position.

"joke?"

"Yes, yes, just kidding, Master, please don't take it seriously. I apologize in advance."

Roland responded with a smile, but inwardly knew something was wrong.

It seems I've gone too far this time.

Kalil was indeed amused to the point of losing her composure, but she was different from that cowardly little sheep.

The succubus in front of me is a real tiger.

Roland was filled with regret and began to torment herself for the inexplicable surge of her competitive spirit.

If I had known it would turn out this way, I wouldn't have argued with Kalil.

Caryl didn't care how much Roland regretted it; she brought her lips close to Roland's neck and gently pressed them against it.

Roland was startled, and he slowly left, licking his lips as he stared into Roland's pink heart-shaped eyes.

"I don't think you're joking at all; you're enjoying it too, aren't you?"

"If you're going to apologize, you'll have to show your belly, you know? I don't mind doing it for you."

Roland was truly terrified, feeling a chill run down her spine; the hero's spawn point was in imminent danger.

"Master, I was wrong. Please forgive me this time. I'm your best buddy."

"I promise I won't play with fire again next time."

Caryl laughed in anger, as it stirred up all the pent-up anger she had accumulated over the past eight hundred years. She was about to get wet, yet she still wanted to back out.

"You know you're playing with fire? I'm asking you, what are the consequences of a little kid playing with fire?"

Roland was taken aback. In her early twenties, she was indeed a little kid to Kalil.

What are the consequences of playing with fire?

Fire hazards, arson, life imprisonment? It seems that Khalil is not referring to these things.

She thought of a proverb that exists on Earth and in another world, a proverb that warns children not to play with fire, and stammered.

"Playing with fire...will it cause bedwetting?"

"That's right!"

Caryl laughed and grabbed Roland's fluffy, large fox tail.

"Lie down properly, you good boy!"

"Wait, Master, calm down! Don't come any closer!"

"Oh my god! This big tail of yours has really done something! Good heavens!"

"Help! Sheep, Nightingale, Salia, please help! The succubus is stabbing the fox girl! Someone's going to die!"

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!!"

……

Roland's shrill scream, extremely loud and with a certain intonation, passed through the elegant wooden door and reached the corridor.

On the third-floor corridor, Sheep, Nightingale, Salia, Jenny, and Renee walked side by side.

The church members were there to collect the work documents approved by Roland, which would then be issued as orders.

Salia came to collect Caryl's work documents, intending to take them back to Pink Harbor.

Renee's usual workplace is the alchemy lab on the third floor, so she just happened to come and join in the fun.

Salia smiled slightly upon hearing the faint shouts.

"If the succubus doesn't peck the fox girl, does that mean the fox girl will chisel at her? You're making a fuss over nothing."

"Don't be so naive! That's Miss Roland crying for help!"

The sheep slapped Salia's wing, its expression one of utter despair.

"The boss is bullying Miss Roland again! Go stop her!"

It was only then that everyone realized what was happening and swarmed around the double wooden doors of the office, only to be blocked by the barrier that Kalil had casually set up.

"Don't panic, everyone. This is just a very basic barrier; I can break it!"

"Saria spoke up, her hands lighting up with anti-spell effects, as she spoke to Nightingale."

"Miss Nightingale, when the barrier lights up, please break through the lights in quick succession."

The nightingale, her face as cold as frost, nodded solemnly.

The others could only watch helplessly as Roland's voice continued to drift in intermittently.

Moreover, it seemed that the longer the time dragged on, the more impassioned the voice became, with a hint of exhaustion and collapse in its intensity.

The sheep's eyes were bloodshot, and it couldn't help but pound on the door frame and shout.

"Boss, please be gentle! Miss Roland is delicate and can't take this kind of treatment!"

These words were so poignant that both Renee and Nightingale clenched their teeth.

But Caryl in the room became even more aggressive. At first, Roland could still shout for help, but later it became standard phrases.

"Oh my gosh~~"

The sheep turned its head and looked sadly at Salia.

"Salia, hurry up! If you don't break down the door soon, the boss will start preparing the little succubus's name!"

"Of course I'm anxious too! Didn't the boss say he wouldn't force Miss Roland? Why did he pull this stunt?"

Finally, through their tireless efforts, Salia and Nightingale broke the barrier.

The crowd pushed open the door and filed in.

In their original vision, they would have seen a scene depicting the humiliation of a defeated fox spirit.

When they opened the door, everyone was stunned.

Roland lay limp on the carpet, her limbs still thrashing about. Her clothes were disheveled but still intact.

Caryl gritted her teeth and gripped the fox's large tail, pulling it backward like a hunter in the mountains.

Her fingers dug deep into the fluffy golden fox fur, grasping the weakness described in the book "The Fox Girl's Tail Illustrated Guide".

It also used magic to enhance the effect, attaching it to the fingers.

Roland was like someone being endlessly tickled, crying out and begging for mercy, like a fish stranded on the beach, occasionally thrashing about.

"What? It was just catching the fox by the tail!"

Salia let out a long sigh of relief, and quietly raised her right hand, her corporate spy ring silently recording the scene.

Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief, but their attention was quickly drawn to Roland's terrible expression.

The continuous, charming calls stirred ripples in everyone's hearts.

Especially those pink, heart-shaped eyes that appeared out of nowhere, sparkling with moisture—they were simply irresistible!

At that moment, Renee's murmured words expressed everyone's feelings.

"So, Miss Roland can cook like this too?"

Yes, I never expected that exploiting the weakness in the fluffy fox's tail would have such a wonderful effect.

PS: Thank you to the boss [Jame牢詹] for another "Master Certification" reward! Thank you, boss!