The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　Theresa clenched her little fists, but she couldn't do anything to resist.

　"Open your mouth."

　"what……"

　The Qilin Overlord removed a piece of stewed, mushy meat from the bone, stuck it on a fork, and stuffed it into the little slave's mouth.

　"You can still swallow it, right? Continue."

　"Woo..."

　Theresa glared at him angrily. This wretched guy ordered so much food but didn't finish it all, leaving her to clean up the leftovers…

　"Open your mouth."

　Little Peach's eyes were filled with deep resentment, and Chen Lingxu particularly liked that look. Moreover, she probably didn't know that when her mouth was stuffed full, her chubby cheeks made her look like a little hamster...

　"Really, I really can't eat anymore, Master... please, let me go... hiccup... let me go..."

　Theresa felt that if she ate any more, her stomach would explode.

　"Hmph. Useless thing. I told you, there's no need to eat that hard, dark bread. It's not made with refined flour, and it tastes like sugar when you bite into it."

　White bread... just from the description... it smells so good. Is it really possible to find white bread softer than cotton, with honey oozing out when you bite into it?

　As Theresa was thinking, she saw Qilin scoop up another piece of pork rib.

　"Eat the last piece quickly."

　"Gu..."

　After finishing her meal, Theresa could no longer maintain any semblance of composure. She leaned back in her chair, exuding a lazy aura like a seal basking in the sun.

　"Sit down after you finish eating. The pigs I used to raise were more active than you."

　Ah... let him say what he wants.

　Theresa didn't want to move at all. Her stomach was full, completely stuffed with delicious meat. She really wanted to lie in bed and sleep until dawn. But that seemed impossible. That monster would surely torture her again later, and she'd eaten so much...

　I'm so full... I'm sure I'll feel really uncomfortable later.

　"Come here, slave."

　"Master...can you wait for me a moment...my stomach is so full right now...and Master is so powerful, I'm afraid...I'll throw up...and get Master dirty..."

　Theresa stood by the bed and quietly made her request to Qilin.

　Yes, it's not advisable to engage in strenuous exercise after a full meal. If this little slave were to vomit, the scene would be unimaginable.

　"Really? You said your stomach is bloated?"

　"Yes, yes... only some... they'll be gone soon."

　Are you suggesting we cut open her stomach to see if she's lying?

　Realizing that the monster might actually do such a thing using its magical healing spells, Theresa immediately tried to salvage the situation.

　"Lift up your clothes."

　"Ah...yes..."

　After being glared at by the Qilin Overlord, the little slave reluctantly pulled up her peach-pink skirt.

　"Higher. Show your belly."

　"Owner……"

　Are they really going to cut me open?

　Theresa watched him nervously, but if he really did that, what could she do but grit her teeth and endure it?

　As Theresa thought this, she saw Qilin extend his hand.

　"Ugh...it's so cold..."

　The soft scales on Qilin's hands had a slightly cool touch, but he only stroked his belly and did not actually use his sharp claws to tear open her soft skin.

　Quietly opening her eyes, Theresa saw the Qilin rubbing its belly quite earnestly and carefully.

　"Feels good, you big-bellied slave."

　Chen Lingxu withdrew his hand with a hint of resentment, leaving behind a harsh comment.

　"No... Waaah... Yes, Master is right to reprimand me."

　As the unicorn beckoned, she slowly took off her shoes and sat down next to him.

　"Ah."

　With a sneer, Theresa's gaze immediately fell on her sock, which had a hole in it, revealing a pearly white toe.

　Ugh, why are you laughing at her... This isn't what she wanted.

　She was very frugal; she would wear her socks until they were torn before mending them, and only throw them into the fire when they were completely unusable. This should be something to be praised for.

　"You're not allowed to wear such shameful things tomorrow."

　"what?"

　"What? Do you have any objections?"

　"No, no..."

　"Shut up if you have any complaints."

　"Woo..."

　That scoundrel, that wretched scoundrel… His claws have thick, hard scales, and he can even fly when he gets tired, so of course he doesn’t need to wear socks. But she has to walk step by step, and without socks to protect her, even the most comfortable shoes will rub her feet raw… Oh, and if they get rubbed raw, he’ll just heal them, right?

　That wicked monster is always trying to torment her. It infuriates Theresa.

　Little Peach secretly puffed out her cheeks, having already sewn a monster doll in her mind. She transformed into the little devil Theresa, unleashing her fury upon it and flattening the monster doll with her little fists!

　"It stinks."

　One of the Qilin's claws hooked onto Theresa's sock and pulled it off her soft, peach-leaf-like feet. But the subsequent disgusted comment only brought shame to the little slave.

　"Huh? Waaah... I, I'll go wash myself... Master..."

　Theresa tried to get up, but Qilin held her down firmly.

　"Too much trouble. I'm too lazy to do it."

　Why bother tearing off her socks with your paws when you're too lazy to move?

　Theresa then sensed that familiar 'healing' power.

　"That's pretty much it."

　Theresa slightly curled her ten toes, watching them get caught in the Qilin's tail, still not quite understanding what was happening.

　Isn't that a healing spell?

　Although I knew it could heal wounds and even 'treat' clothes, I'd never discovered it could be used to remove stains before. And, her stomach too…

　Theresa's stomach was occupied by the Qilin, whose hands were kneading it. But Theresa could feel her stomach, which had been bloated from eating too much, was now surprisingly flatter. This magic could even aid digestion?

　"I am tired. Slave, come and serve me in bed."

　"Ugh... Yes, Master..."

　Ignoring those thoughts, Theresa, with a pained expression, reluctantly pulled the blanket over herself and snuggled into Qilin's arms.

　"Yes, Not Bad."

　With the drum held captive and unable to move its legs, Theresa buried her face in the Qilin's chest. After thinking for a moment, she secretly bit one of its scales.

　"..."

　Huh? I didn't get a spanking for biting his scales today.

　Theresa thought for a moment, then took another bite.

　There's still no movement... Is it asleep?

　Take another bite...

　"Snapped!"

　The drums were burning hot, yet they were still beaten.

　"..."

　So angry.

　Theresa thought to herself.

　Why were I not beaten the previous times, but this time I was beaten?

　"Ah wu..."

　Once, twice, and then a third time, I was hit again.

　"Ah...wu..."

　Once, twice... this time I wasn't hit.

　Theresa seemed to have discovered the limit of Qilin's tolerance for what he was doing to her.

　Biting twice, no matter how many

　If she doesn't get beaten up even a few times... then she's going to take revenge!

　"Ah wu..."

　Chen Lingxu watched the little slave foolishly kissing and biting him in his arms, chuckled silently, then closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

　Chapter Nineteen: The illiterate fellow is now in a sorry state.

　Theresa had almost gotten used to waking up to the sight of the Qilin's head.

　"You're awake, little pig?"

　Little pig... she's not a little pig.

　And what exactly is a pig? Was it a pet from the most ancient times?

　As usual, Theresa mentally refuted a few things, then politely greeted them.

　"Hmph. You're awake, why aren't you getting up?"

　“I will get up now, Master.”

　I don't think he forced me to do that kind of thing last night.

　Theresa sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her bare feet, and the joy that had just risen in her heart dissipated.

　Yes, that kind of torment is gone, but a new kind of torture has come along.

　Oh, her little feet! They're going to suffer today, and probably will be for a long time to come. It's all that guy's fault for not putting the socks back to normal!

　Theresa, with a sour face, put on her little boots, then looked at the Qilin who slowly got up, draped his robe over himself, and called himself dressed. She pointed her toes in dissatisfaction.

　"gone."

　Seemingly unaware of her little actions, Theresa followed with a slight sense of relief.

　"Yes, Master."

　If they disregard yesterday's expenses, they should still have ten silver coins left.

　Theresa followed behind Qilin, slowly calculating.

　Ten silver coins are roughly equivalent to one hundred yuan. Ten yuan can cover a room in a medium-sized room for one night. If you don't order a lavish meal like last night, you can eat two meals with just five yuan, such as simple vegetable, radish, onion, potato soup and black bread.

　If you spend money this frugally, 100 yuan can last a long time.

　"Come here, slave."

　Looking up, Theresa saw that they were standing in front of a tailor shop.

　"Coming right away, Master."

　Oh, right, this monster also needs to buy clothes. In that case, ten silver coins might not be enough.

　What was she calculating all that effort for?

　"Um……"