I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

His hands were itching to move... It's really strange, after taking the drug, his energy seemed inexhaustible. Could this be Captain America's drug?

I could do this all day!

!

'Damn it... you bastard.'

Flame felt that she might have developed a new kind of fear besides rats... No, not fear, it was more comfortable than she had imagined... Ah.

She bent slightly forward, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

This is... insane.

"sorry."

The woman was forced to apologize sincerely, and even managed a forced professional smile—though it was very strained.

Well, since we've come this far, let's just treat it as the end of a dream.

After that, Frilian and I can leave. Yes, that's it.

[Flame's favorability +1]

[Affection level breaks through...100 (Friendly)]

Oh?

"Well... that's much cuter. You really should smile more."

Flame looked disgusted.

If it weren't for Frilian... Damn it.

.....

Author's note: It's even more enjoyable with love.

I wonder if anyone agrees with my point of view: without love, it's not much different from sex or masturbation... Whatever this love is, it can be: adoration for your partner? Longing for your partner? Or perhaps a fleeting spark at a bar late at night? Or even a twisted incestuous relationship between siblings? Or maybe the unrequited love of a scumbag in a brothel?

These things are like sparks igniting dry tinder, leaving you with enjoyable memories, just like how you choose movies with compelling plots, such as a woman trying to avoid being fired by her husband, a boss... or a woman obsessed with her lover...

In short, this is just the beginning.

I want to write about two types of women. One is the woman who gets on the train first and buys the ticket later—this is the kind of woman who, after the hero Frilian's death, only then realizes that she seems to have missed out.

Another approach is to complete the game first, and then achieve the happy ending when the time is right.

But... we will never stop! As long as we keep moving forward, the road will continue to extend!

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Aftermath, What is Our Relationship?

【afterwards】

Fingel changed into lace-up leather boots, black straight-leg trousers, and a white open-front shirt, looking very spirited.

But...

He rubbed his kidneys, feeling even more tired than killing a black bear. Fingel discovered that his unlimited energy was a lie; it simply meant that his body could squeeze out more potential when needed, and his physical abilities had indeed improved considerably.

And it seems there are some aftereffects.

When he raised his hand, the skin on the back of his hand showed fine, bluish-gray lines in the sunlight, like traces of dragon scales that hadn't completely faded. The base of his nails had an unnatural indigo hue, and the edges were as sharp as if cut by a knife. A few translucent layers of keratin remained at his collarbone, and they felt cool and metallic to the touch.

The most obvious change was in his pupils—his eyes had gradually changed from the usual yellow to a pale gold. Even Fingel, looking at himself, felt a little strange and inexplicably uneasy.

'Is this a side effect? ​​I wonder if it will get worse.'

Fingel frowned, thought for a while... and finally came to a conclusion.

"He's fucking handsome."

He looked at himself in the mirror and realized that surpassing Daniel Wu would be difficult, because everyone knows that surpassing oneself is a very difficult thing.

As for the potential for deterioration, he could deal with that later; the benefits it brought now still pleased him greatly.

Otherwise, how could he have fought for so long?

Fighting is fun!

rustling sound------

A faint rustling sound of sheets could be heard coming from the room.

"Go back to sleep, Flame."

Fingel looked at the exhausted Flame lying by the bedside—this woman had completely stopped struggling and was just pretending to be dead.

He smiled and whispered:

".....besides"

"What about Frillie..."

?

Flame opened her eyes and stared at him with a strange look... Even Fingel felt a chill run down his spine.

Oh no, I feel like I'm going to be killed.

This feeling... is it the magic of the Crimson Lotus of Hell?

Fingel's body stiffened slightly... Wow, such powerful killing intent! Is she going to take me hostage and then... for the night? I didn't even mention what I was going to do to Frilian.

As expected of the person in charge, a smart and good teacher. I remember in the original work, he also thought that Frilian would definitely regret it after her emotions awakened a thousand years later, right?

Terrible.

[Flame has doubts about you]

[Favorability-1]

[Keywords for increasing favorability...]

[Favorability rating implantation... Implantation successful.]

[Affection Level: 100 (Friendly)]

[Entries with high physiological response enter a cooling-off period]

Flame just stared at him without saying a word, but Fingel still gave in—even the strongest man finds it hard to become ruthless the moment he puts on his pants.

Besides, he's not a scumbag; he still has some responsibility. For example, he still has possessiveness. Even if he accidentally got on the bus that day, he would lock it.

cough cough.

Two tactical coughs.

“What I mean is that I will make arrangements for her.” Fingel raised his hands in surrender. He was already quite satisfied. His younger brother also needed to rest. “After all, she is your apprentice.”

?

"So... what kind of relationship do we have?"

“Mr. Fingel, what do you say?”

"Wife? No, it should be mistress, or perhaps your doll?..... Sigh."

She raised her eyebrows, a mocking smile curving her eyes, her gaze full of sarcasm... but she suddenly couldn't finish her sentence, a slight pain shooting through her.

That was some bastard's record.

!

Fingel was sweating profusely. Ah... he realized that this woman was much calmer than he had imagined, and her words were as blunt as knives, leaving no room for mercy.

"Um... I think we're friends."

[Flame has doubts about you]

[Affection level decreased]

[Generifying affinity keywords... Automatically inserting them]

[Favorability level being established....100 (Friendly)]

What kind of friends would you sleep with?

After a long while, Flame, having recovered, found it somewhat amusing... She had really overestimated the shamelessness of the nobility. Being friends with them must have been incredibly unlucky, as she was being forced into bed with them.

How shameless!

“...very close friends? I’ve heard of such things.”

The jerk realized his hands were a bit busy and he didn't know where to put them... a little awkward.

"Um... well, I'll go now. Someone will prepare new clothes for you."

See you again, you son of a bitch!

Fingel quickly packed his clothes, left a message saying he could call a maid if needed, and then hurriedly left.

I'm outta here, I'm scared.

After seeing Fingel leave, Flame stood up after a while. There was a long mirror by the bedside, and she looked at her beautiful body, which still had some bruises. The crazy memories seemed to surge up like a tide.

"This is... insane, how could I possibly like something like this?"

"It must be because of too much pressure, right?"

Flame gently rubbed her temples... So much has happened.

With a whoosh, the room doors opened, and several maids with above-average looks walked in, all of them looking at Flame's body with a hint of envy.

Such a fair skin... such a great figure... just like a baby. Did he sleep with a nobleman?

They also wanted to sleep with Fingel, but for some reason he didn't, he just teased them occasionally—this caused rumors among the maids that he had erectile dysfunction or something.

But now... they looked at Flame, their hands itching to make a move.

"Ms. Flamel, your food is ready, and the hot water is still boiling. What are your plans...?"

The head maid stepped forward and asked for instructions.

"Ah... Shall I take a shower first? I can shower by myself."

Looking at the girls' envious, extremely envious, and even resentful eyes, Flame felt very uncomfortable.

He was able to accept malice from his own kind, and often did, but this strange hostility was a first for him.

Are they afraid I'll steal the position of the noblewoman?

Some were dumbfounded.

...

After leaving the bedroom, Fingel arrived in town. He still had some things to take care of—the battle between Flame and Aura had caused quite a stir, especially for the owner of the dessert shop. He figured he should make it up to him so that he could enjoy heartfelt desserts in the future.

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Chapter 40: Terrible Sleeping Postures

Go to the town streets and find the dessert shop owner.

When Fingel met the guy, he was still standing there in the half-ruined shop, his unshaven face still bearing traces of tears.

The sadness has flowed like a river.

“Lord Fingel…I…”

Upon seeing someone arrive, the dessert shop owner, with a mournful face, tried to say something but couldn't bring himself to speak—there was no nobleman here offering to act as your insurance, even though it was Fingel's fault to begin with.

He also dared not ask for compensation.

"...Um, I'm sorry, the lord will compensate you."

Fingel was a little embarrassed. This wave of Flame's misfortune had nothing to do with him—but since Flame was obedient now, he would still help her make up the difference.