I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

—At Nabelius’s house, failure and weakness always resulted in a cold floor, an empty stomach, and punishments that made her and her sister Baiyin tremble.

But here, she was greeted not by cold stone slabs, but by steaming hot food, a bathtub filled with hot water, clean and soft clothes, and a bed so comfortable that she would never want to get up.

This is an extreme contradiction I've never experienced before.

By day, he was a cold and ruthless "instructor," using the most direct methods to make her understand her weakness.

Lynn's guidance to her was brief, yet always insightful.

He will correct every error in her energy circulation and optimize every detail of her magic activation.

Once, after she failed to cast a spell, Lynn walked up to her, pointed out the sluggishness in her magic flow, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed against the downy fur on her cat ears.

"!"

A strange, tingling sensation, like an electric current, coursed through his body, causing Hei Ge to stiffen abruptly, his entire body tensing up.

That was one of her most sensitive spots, and no one had ever touched it like that before.

She looked up in alarm, only to find that the man's expression hadn't changed at all, as if what she had just touched was nothing more than an ordinary piece of clothing.

That nonchalant disregard, more so than any deliberate humiliation, made her feel an indescribable, utterly exposed shame and anger.

At night, however, he became like a carefree "owner," using the simplest warmth to break down her last line of defense.

One day, she saw Lynn appear out of nowhere in the courtyard, carrying a plastic bag with "Yoshinoya" printed on it.

"Here, tonight's supper is pork chop rice."

He tossed her the lunchbox, then opened one for himself and began to eat leisurely.

Hei Ge held the still-warm pork chop rice bowl. The golden and crispy pork chop was topped with semi-solidified egg and rich sauce, and the aroma of the rice wafted straight into his nose.

She ate in small bites, the warm food sliding into her stomach, but tears uncontrollably streamed down her face, mixing into the rice.

She recalled the scene when she and her sister Baiyin shared a piece of hardened black bread in the cold, dark prison cell.

Every bite back then was filled with bitterness and despair.

And now...

This stark contrast caused her heart to clench with pain.

After she finished eating, the return of her strength brought a long-lost sense of confidence.

The black cat tail, representing her mood, swayed gently and happily behind her, like a proud conductor's baton.

"Hmph, once I get out of here, I'm going to tear those guys to shreds, meow~!"

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Before she could finish speaking, a hand reached out from behind her without warning.

The hand didn't touch her body, but like a precise lightning bolt, it pinched the most sensitive tip of her tail with two fingers, not too hard, just as her tail was at its highest point.

"Meow?!"

A short, uncontrollable sob, trembling cry, escaped from the deepest part of her throat.

It was as if all the strength and dignity in my body had been completely drained away at that tiny point of contact.

Black Song's fur stood on end instantly, his body stiffened like a stone, and the color on his cheeks spread from his neck to his ears at a visible speed.

Lynn released his grip, a faint, wicked smile playing on his lips, his voice flat.

"Don't get too cocky, little cat."

"Right now, you're just a knife that's been sharpened a bit."

This casual remark, along with a small gesture that conveyed absolute control, instantly shattered the nascent pride she had just felt.

……

Ten days later.

When Hei Ge, completely unharmed, casually blasted an energy blast into dust the captain of the pursuit team who had once made her suffer so much in the training field.

Lynn nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, at least it's starting to look like one of the best among the higher-level demons."

"...His talent is indeed much greater than that of your stupid sister."

Hearing the praise, Hei Ge felt a sweet warmth in his heart, and even forgot about his previous complaint about his sister.

Lynn gestured for her to come closer.

Kuroko obediently approached, looking at the finger that had been extended again, and subconsciously thought... this was some kind of reward after praise? Meow?

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She never received any praise in the Naberius household.

She was a little nervous, yet also inexplicably expectant, and a slight blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.

She obediently closed her eyes and even lowered her head slightly to make it easier for him to touch the top of her head.

However, the expected, complimentary touch did not land on her head.

That finger... traveled downwards and stopped at her lower abdomen, gently touching her through the thin fabric.

"Eh?"

Heige's eyes snapped open, and his cat ears stood up in astonishment.

A warm energy instantly seeped in, leaving a delicate cat paw print, like black flames intertwined, three inches below her navel.

(Huh?! Wasn't it just a head pat?! Meow?!)

(Wait... this location...)

(Damn master! Give me back the beautiful girl's expectations! And! Isn't this outer god's XP a little too strange?! Meow!)

(Don't leave any strange marks on someone's body without their permission!)

(Does he even realize what this position means to a girl?!)

(No... he must have known. He did it on purpose...!)

Her cheeks, which had just been flushed with anticipation, were instantly overtaken by a deeper crimson, a blush mixed with embarrassment and annoyance.

Lynn withdrew her hand, completely ignoring her burning expression, and said lazily, "This is the [Safe House Mark], the coordinates for the return."

"My courtyard will randomly move in the dimensional rifts; without it, you cannot return."

"When faced with an insurmountable danger, just think about it, and you will be teleported back."

So... it was for locating coordinates?

Hearing this logical explanation, Hei Ge's inner turmoil subsided somewhat.

But the thought of the location of the mark still made her feel uneasy.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shame, and stroked the warm mark on her lower abdomen, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

This man saved her and made her stronger, yet he made no attempt to hide his cold, transactional motives.

But this blatant transaction actually gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

At least, he never lied to her.

“It’s time.” Lynn waved his hand.

The courtyard in front of Kuroka began to appear unreal.

"Go on, my little cat."

"Prove to me whether you... and your henchmen are sharp enough."

"Yes, Master, meow~!"

She bowed deeply, her voice a few decibels louder than usual, as if trying to mask her racing heart and still burning cheeks.

……

Meanwhile, in the underworld, the headquarters of the fallen angels, and the celestial realm.

A secret video conference involving the top leaders of the three parties is being urgently convened.

On the screen are the new Demon King Sirzechs Lucifer, the fallen angel governor Azazel, and the seraphim Michael.

Apart from Azazel, the other two did not look too good.

“That’s how it happened,” Sazex said in a deep voice.

"An undecipherable 'divine realm' has taken away the SS-level criminal, Cat Demon, from our territory. Judging from the residual aura at the scene, it is definitely not one of our three parties, but rather from another mythological system."

“Azazel,” Michael’s gentle voice carried a hint of gravity, “what are your thoughts on this spatial teleportation technology?”

Chapter 92: The brother-in-law was dumbfounded. What exactly was that alien god thinking?

On the other end of the screen, Azazel was leaning back in his chair, holding a cup of instant coffee, with the background showing him fishing by a river.

He yawned, looking rather uninterested, but his eyes were unusually bright.

"Opinion? What opinion do I have?"

He put down his coffee cup and leaned forward.

"All we know is that their target is very clear: the cat demon."

"Blatantly snatching people from demon territory, yet leaving no trace of hostility, not even causing any damage. Don't you think this isn't like a declaration of war, but more like..."

Asaher stroked his chin, a playful smile spreading across his face.

"...Does it resemble a precise 'fishing' operation?"

"Fishing..."

Michael repeated the word softly, a hint of worry in his emerald eyes.

“Azazel, your metaphors are always so insightful.”

"But if the other party really comes from another mythological system, then we have to consider a question: what exactly does this 'god' want to 'catch'?"

"What impact will His purpose have on the balance of this world?"

……

In a dark corner of the demon realm.

A black shadow silently disappeared into the night.

Hei Ge felt an unprecedented surge of power within his body, and a chilling killing intent flickered in his golden cat-like eyes.

She had already identified her first target through her past intelligence network.

A guard at a research institute that had conducted countless cruel experiments on her and her sister.

That guy was given a low-level artifact with a weapon form by his master because of his "merit".

Now, it's time to make him pay back his principal and interest.

"I'm back for revenge, meow."

The black cat's whispers dissipated in the wind.

Night is the best hunting ground.

This is especially true for the current state of black songs.

The Naberius family’s remote stronghold is located deep in a cursed swamp called “860,” perpetually shrouded in gray miasma.

In the past, she would never have approached so easily.

But now, she is like a shadow blending into the darkness, silently passing through layers of security barriers.

Those magical traps that once gave her a headache have now become, in her eyes, tattered nets riddled with holes.

The nodes of energy, the flow of magic, the weak points of the barrier... everything was clearly presented in her perception.

This is a brand new weapon named "Knowledge" that her master bestowed upon her.

Inside the stone fortress at the center of the stronghold, the lights were on.

A burly, high-ranking demon with a hideous scar on his face was gulping down a glass of blood-red liquor.