The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Ariana".

As soon as the angel finished speaking, the elf, who had been clapping his hands with a look of unyielding defiance and tears streaming down his face, instantly reverted to his original demonic form.

"What are you doing? Isn't this all your fault?!"

How dare you ask that?!

"If you hadn't stopped me from watching, would I have needed to act out this role myself?"

After a pause, Ariana pushed up her glasses, which had slipped slightly off her nose, and smiled smugly.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to see through me."

Cecilia remained silent.

There are only two people in the wooden house in the Soul Space. What are you doing?

Cecilia was speechless at the sight of herself acting like a demon, but more than that, she felt a sense of habit.

The angels are now somewhat numb to the demons' tedious desire to perform.

She'd seen this kind of dramatic, devilish behavior so many times that she was no longer bothered by it.

The angel sighed as he watched the demon posing and preening, unknowingly revealing his fair shoulders and other body parts.

Seeing the obvious look in the other person's eyes, she knew that if she didn't ask, the other person would continue.

Anyway, both of them have plenty of time. If the devil is determined to continue, the two of them can go on for ages.

"……snort."

Cecilia would rather her hostile relationship with Ariana remained the same as before, with every encounter involving fighting and conflict, than engage in this unpredictable situation.

Back then, it was easy to guess what the devil was thinking... but now, the angels really can't understand what the other party wants to do.

Cecilia wouldn't have had any reaction to such a performance if it weren't for Ariana doing it.

But that's precisely the problem; it's because Ariana is doing it that it can't be ignored.

So Cecilia gave in. She sighed numbly and asked:

"So... what's the point of you doing this?"

I'm all alone here. Are you putting on a show for me?

Finally, Cecilia's question came. Ariana, who had been preparing for a long time, smiled and her tail swayed like a smug cat.

"Oh? Isn't this interesting?"

"A lone man and two women... oh wait, I mean a lone man and two women, what could possibly happen? They can't be playing cards or games, can they?"

A slender tail with a smooth surface swayed behind her, and every now and then it seemed to come alive as it wrapped around her waist and thighs.

"Don't underestimate men and women in love! Their impulses are very real."

"Perhaps there was some resistance at the beginning, but it was probably just a symbolic, half-hearted acceptance."

From the moment when Xilin and Jiang Wan did not immediately object, the matter was already settled.

Ariana had complete confidence in her contractor's abilities and had no worries whatsoever.

Ning Feng is a natural-born talent for this kind of thing.

Is this sarcasm?

no.

For a succubus, this is a compliment.

Moreover, it received high praise.

His succubus bloodline certainly enhanced his charm, allowing him to make an excellent first impression and facilitate good communication.

You can also increase your favorability through subsequent interactions.

However, this does not mean that succubus blood can make people dizzy and lose their minds. At least so far, its current capabilities are far from reaching that level.

To put it simply, Xilin was attracted to Ning Feng because of his special bloodline, which led to the beginning of their story.

But what truly led her to gradually fall into depravity was not the alluring, decadent aura emanating from Ning Feng; she simply ignored that ability, which wasn't even worthy of being called spiritual light.

What truly led her to where she is today are the countless moments she shared with him.

Charm is a tool, but it's definitely not a cheat that lets you pass the game directly; you still need to put in more effort in other areas.

Ning Feng succeeded, and without any failures, seemingly winning her heart with ease.

In other words, even without the blessing of succubus blood, he could go very far down the path of being a scumbag, and even thrive in it.

In a way, it's a talent.

With the blessing of succubus bloodline, he can use his talents even more skillfully.

If Ning Feng hadn't been stubbornly sticking to his principles, not wanting to be influenced by the "desire" of his succubus bloodline and thus refraining from reckless behavior, the situation would be drastically different now.

If Ning Feng had abandoned his last moral bottom line, Ariana couldn't even imagine what kind of lewd and chaotic things would have developed into.

Leaving aside others, how many of the women who have been in contact with him could escape his clutches?

Thinking of this, Ariana licked her red lips, her gaze sweeping strangely over Cecilia, lost in thought.

Maybe... hehe.

Swish.

Sensing a hint of malice, Cecilia's calm gaze instantly sharpened as she glared at him.

Huhuhu~

The demon whistled at this, pretending nothing had happened, showing no sincerity whatsoever.

Based on what I just sensed, the emotion could be described as malice, but it was far too faint; it was more like…

gloat?

What is she gloating about?

Frowning, the angel paused for a moment and then said:

"...He probably wouldn't do that."

He shouldn't go against their wishes.

"That's true, but what if neither of them minds? Since they know this day will come sooner or later, what difference does it make if it's sooner or later? Don't you think so?"

Ariana agreed with this, nodding in agreement with a smile:

"And I admit that he is indeed quite persistent."

If Ning Feng truly wanted to fall into depravity, he could quickly descend into the abyss.

With Ariana by his side, he could simply take a direct express train to the very bottom of the abyss.

But he didn't; he continued to persevere.

Although he did not completely suppress himself, he did not fall into depravity either; he was in a delicate position between indulgence and perseverance.

Perhaps in retrospect, his persistence seems meaningless, or even appears to be an awkward attempt at self-pity.

At least for now, his perseverance, though shaky, has never truly collapsed.

For the primordial demon, such insistence was somewhat incomprehensible and bizarre.

But as a contractor, she still admired him quite a bit.

With such a will, Ning Feng's soul had already become different.

Even in the eyes of the most discerning demon, such a soul shines like the most precious gem.

In the past, if such a soul had been discovered by other demons, a struggle might have broken out over the ownership of Ning Feng's soul.

However, such a thing will not happen.

Because Ning Feng's soul had already found its home.

Everything he has belongs to her.

This, of course, includes the soul.

Smiling smugly, Ariana shook her head slightly at Cecilia, seemingly expectantly saying:

"However, there's a limit to perseverance~"

As if offering a suggestion, yet also expressing a sentiment, she said:

"Never underestimate desire, especially the desire of the devil."

Cecilia frowned slightly, clearly understanding the point the other person was referring to.

What is the essence of evil?

Having wiped out countless demon armies, Cecilia was acutely aware of their corrupt nature.

The essence of demons is surprisingly simple: desire.

Born from desire, and forever influenced by desire.

"If too much is accumulated, even the strongest will will eventually collapse."

"You don't want to see the day when he completely succumbs to evil under pressure, do you?"

Madam, you didn't want this either...

Her fangs gleamed brightly, and the devilish girl, who never concealed her wickedness, spoke expectantly:

“I want to see that scene! Ever since the day I met him, I’ve been looking forward to it.”

"What beautiful flowers will bloom from such a beautiful and complex soul at the moment of its fall?"

"I really want to see that flower, and I want to pick it and hold it tightly in my hand."

The crimson in her eyes deepened, as if it could drip blood, and an unusual flush appeared on Ariana's fair cheeks.

Rather than a demon yearning for depravity, she seemed more like a lovesick young girl longing for her sweetheart.

"you……"

Cecilia didn't know what to say. She wanted to stop the other person's dangerous behavior, but suddenly realized that she didn't know where to start.