Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

The man was sleeping soundly.

His sleeping position was a little too straight, with his face up in the air, his hands on either side of his body. He looked peaceful, didn't snore, and his breathing was steady and gentle, which made people feel inexplicably at ease.

Lacele leaned over and stared at Charles who was sleeping soundly. Her silver hair cascaded down and almost fell on Charles' face.

The dark room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, with only two breathing sounds, one deep and one shallow, one fast and one slow, responding to each other.

The witch lady turned her gaze to the hero's short hair, which had obviously just been washed and was no longer unruly but finally smooth, his thick eyebrows, his high nose bridge and his tightly pursed lips, and noticed that he had a slight stubble on his chin.

She felt inexplicably... a little nervous.

Her heart began to pound, and she swallowed unconsciously, reaching out a trembling hand to Ciel.

She tried to convince herself, she told herself that she stretched out her claws to Charles just to see if Charles slept in his coat, in which was her ring.

As for her feelings towards Charles...

She and Charles are just friends, brothers, and good buddies.

Men’s friendship is as strong as diamond!

And there is only friendship between the two of them!

Do you understand friendship? Just like Sasuke and Naruto, if you ask what their relationship is, it can only be friendship, the so-called Konoha friendship.

They have always been stealing big chickens (friends)!

With such a firm idea in mind, Laceel stretched out her evil hand towards her sneaky big chicken.

Then, her dear sneaky big cock also reached out to her tacitly and grabbed her wrist.

"Eh?"

Miss Witch let out a cute exclamation.

"What's going on? Wasn't Ciel asleep? The concealment spell is still working properly, which means Ciel did indeed turn off the forbidden spell, but why..."

Her thoughts were interrupted here.

Because she was dragged by Charles and lay down on the bed.

Like prey being hunted by an anglerfish, she was seduced by the ring and was pulled into bed by Charles, who was pretending to be asleep, in a flash.

Charles' strong arms held her tightly. She subconsciously raised her head to look at Charles' face and found that his iron-gray eyes had opened at some point and were staring at her closely.

And in those eyes, she saw a sense of oppression that was almost predatory.

She didn't dare to look at Charles and wanted to turn her head away, but Charles stretched out his other hand, pinched her cheek, and prevented her from turning her head.

"It's so late," he said, his voice very hoarse, "what do you want to do in my room?"

The witch thought something was wrong with her good friend and wanted to run away, but she couldn't, so she had to play dumb:

"I...I came to see if you slept well!"

Her good friend was silent for a moment and then whispered:

"To be honest, I didn't sleep very well."

"Ah?" Miss Witch asked stupidly, "Why?"

The good friend stared at her and said:

"Because I was thinking about you."

"what?"

Miss Witch was confused by this sentence.

She thought, this, this, this... what does it mean? What do you mean by thinking about me? No, we are good friends. How can you have such inappropriate thoughts about your good friends? This is too gay!

So she hurriedly called a halt:

"You are not allowed to...you are not allowed to think about me!"

In order to change the subject and resolve her own doubts, the witch asked:

"How did you find me?"

Upon hearing this, her good friend moved closer to her, forcing her to shrink back before answering:

"I smell the scent of golden roses."

"Oh——" Miss Witch suddenly realized.

So that's it! It turns out it's because of her body odor!

She immediately became suspicious again - does this guy have a dog's nose? So sensitive? Can he smell this?

But she might not have the chance to figure this out, because her good friend suddenly changed the subject back to a rather dangerous angle:

"Why did you come to my room so late at night?"

"?!"

Miss Witch thought, I can't tell you that I want to get the ring back, right? Then how should I explain it?

She began brainstorming, trying to come up with a plausible explanation.

But his good friend didn't seem to want to listen to her explanation - or rather, he already had a guess or answer as to why she came to his room in the middle of the night.

So, the witch who was racking her brains to think suddenly felt herself being gently pulled, and then she felt her good friend coming close to her, hugging her petite and soft body, burying his face in her hair and taking a deep breath.

"Rachel..."

After many days, she heard her good friend calling her name again, but unlike before, this time it seemed like a sign of something...

—Some kind of extremely ominous omen.

Because, her good friend said to her quietly:

"You smell so good."

[To be continued]

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"No, buddy."

Lacee tried to shrink back while pushing Charles hard to prevent him from coming closer.

"You don't look like you want to smell it at all... You clearly want to taste it!"

She originally thought that she was ready... ready to be penetrated, but when the fantasy came true, when Charles pulled her into bed, when she heard Charles say to her, "Brother, you smell so good," she still panicked.

My heart was pounding, my body was weak, and my face was hot. I wanted to refuse, but I was also looking forward to it.

"If I get through it tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back, right?"

It's a strange thing, she thought.

It may completely become female.

Obviously she didn't want to admit it before.

When she first arrived in Pangaea, she was still convinced that she was a man and wanted to change back through magic. But perhaps because her gender concept was not as strong as she thought, she gradually lost such a strong obsession.

Time is probably really the most terrifying force in this world.

It was also a habit - she had gotten used to living as "Witch Rachel".

She is an immortal species, and immortal species are not qualified to establish deep ties with those short-lived species. All good things must come to an end, and the separation between immortal species and short-lived species is particularly sad.

If she and Charles were to develop an overly intimate relationship tonight, if she were to be really beaten tonight, then...

Then, undoubtedly, she would become Charles' lover, she would marry Charles, she would become Charles' wife, maybe she would even give birth to Charles' children, she...

After her body is transformed into a female, her soul and self-awareness may also completely degenerate into a female, and there will be no possibility of turning back.

"So, I will become Ciel's property? I will become a gentle and lovely little wife? I will become... Mrs. Rachel?"

Miss Witch was confused.

She couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but perhaps because she was unwilling, or perhaps because she was resisting instinctively, she suddenly regretted it.

"No, I have to run!"

So the witch lady pulled up the shoulder strap that had slipped off to prevent Charles from seeing something he shouldn't see, and at the same time she lied:

"You said I smell like a golden rose? Well, well, well... Of course I wear perfume all the time. The perfume I use is really good. It's well-blended and has a strong, authentic flavor. I..."

She blinked, an idea flashed in her mind, and then she changed the subject:

"You love the smell, okay? I'll go back and get it for you right away!"

After saying that, Miss Witch wanted to get up and leave.

But she obviously ignored Charles' feelings and misjudged his determination.

So with a short exclamation, she allowed Charles to pull her back again.

——This time, she was forced to lie on top of Charles.

She was forced to feel how strong Ciel's body was.

Although Charles is not a true hero, his chest muscles and abdominal muscles are hard, solid and powerful, and his masculinity is off the charts.

And she...

After lying on top of Charles and sticking tightly to him, her whole body went limp, as if all her bones had been pulled out. She wanted to struggle but had no strength left.

"You..." Miss Witch could only ask in a small voice, "What are you doing..."

A large hand with a few calluses pressed against her waist through the thin nightgown.

Then, Ciel's hoarse voice, as if he was suppressing something, sounded from above her head:

"Since you are here, why should I go far away?"

"..."

Miss Witch was silent.

Well, she thought, since I'm here, Charles doesn't need to go far away. If he really wants to smell the scent of golden roses, he only needs to lower his head and bury his face in my body and hair, and he will naturally get his wish.

But no, that would be too ambiguous. If she acquiesced, wouldn't that be hinting to Charles that she was ready to... be penetrated? No! She must... must be brave enough to say "no" to Charles!

"Why not just tell us the reason for launching the night attack? At least the misunderstanding will be resolved and we won't have to suffer through it."

Thinking of this, she decided to talk to Charles.

Then she summoned up her courage, looked up, and said to Charles:

"Well... Actually, the reason I came to see you this time is..."

"You call that 'searching'?" Charles interrupted her and asked, "You broke in without even knocking on the door, without asking for the permission and consent of the owner of the room. How is that different from a thief?"

"Ah this..."

Lacey was dumbfounded.

What Charles said made so much sense that she was speechless!

But it doesn't matter, now she is... a female! She is version T0! Ciel vs. Rachel, she has the advantage!

She was still stubborn:

"No! According to your theory, you are not the owner of this room - this is the White Tower! And I am one of the co-founders of the White Tower, so at least half of the sovereignty of this room should belong to me!"

Humph, how about taking the initiative?

The witch lady was secretly proud of her godly move.

Charles quickly and flawlessly defended himself:

"Okay, then I'll give you half the sovereignty - the room belongs to you during the day, and the room belongs to me at night."

He paused, and quietly moved the hand that was around the witch's waist downwards, while asking in a low voice:

"So, what were you trying to do by breaking into my room at night?"

"!"

The witch lady's body trembled, and her fair skin turned an alluring blush.