Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael's eyes flickered, and he patted the headboard.

"How about we sleep in the bed together?"

"That's fine..."

Atalanta paused, then nodded in acceptance of her companion's kindness.

The two rearranged their bedding and lay down in their separate blankets, obediently closing their eyes to sleep.

After the lights went out and the room was silent for more than ten minutes, rustling sounds came from under the covers.

"Still not asleep?"

"The same to you?"

"Ugh, the blanket's too tight, I feel a bit hot..."

"Seems to be…"

"How about we take one?"

"That's fine..."

A few minutes after a blanket slid off the bed to the floor, two figures, now closer together, faced each other, staring at each other, wide-eyed and wide awake in the darkness.

"Sleeping in clothes seems a bit hot and uncomfortable, so I might as well..."

"Take it off..."

After a rustling sound, the room fell into an eerie silence once again.

"Um, taking it off too quickly seems a bit cold, so how about we..."

"boom!"

The lioness rolled onto him, gripping his shoulders with both hands. She gently bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, and her slightly narrowed emerald green eyes radiated a wild and fiery light.

"Get moving, and you won't be cold anymore..."

As Atalanta pondered, her eyes gleamed in the darkness, like a lioness whose appetite had been whetted and whose stomach was growling.

The hunter's cheeks flushed crimson, like intoxicating wine, and an ambiguous atmosphere lingered between them, the unspoken meaning spreading.

Yes, the night is still long. She will chew and swallow every inch of this prey that has run into her territory, from skin to flesh, from bone to internal organs!

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Chapter 186 The Legend of Seven Days and Seven Nights (1/2)

In the early morning, dappled golden sunlight streamed through the window and into the room, and Samael slowly opened his eyes.

Across from her, her flowing hair, like emerald leaves, cascaded over her shoulders, and streaks of red marks were imprinted on her snow-white skin, a testament to the lingering effects of the previous night.

The muscles pressing against her arm provided a supple and full touch. The huntress lay quietly on her side, like a graceful lioness taking a nap in her territory.

The smooth back, the taut muscles, and the fragrance of grass in the air made Samael's mind wander even as he moved slightly.

Noticing the subtle movement around her, Atalanta turned her body slightly and glanced indifferently at the claw resting on her chest.

Samael's face stiffened, and he coughed and forced a smile.

"Cough cough, you're awake?"

"Um…"

"Shall we get up?"

Atalanta looked up at the sun rising halfway up the sky outside the window, then lowered her eyelids.

"It seems like it's still early..."

"Then, shall I sleep a little longer?"

"it is good!"

The lioness readily agreed, then licked her cherry lips and, without further ado, rolled over and got up, instantly creating an ambiguous atmosphere in the room, her intentions self-evident.

At noon, the two figures stared at each other.

The humanoid prey, who had been pinned down by the lioness, decided to fight back in order to demonstrate human will. He fought hard and overthrew the feline predator, ultimately succeeding in his counterattack and showcasing human subjugation of felines.

But not long after, the lioness, not to be outdone, regained control, and the fierce beast's adorable power remained.

As night fell, two figures, now quiet, entered the bathroom and soaked together in the large bathtub, letting the water wash over their skin.

An awkward atmosphere formed between them.

Samael grimaced as he touched the bruises on his body, noticing the throbbing pain from the scratches on his back, and broke the silence with a dry cough.

"This isn't right. We haven't even eaten all day."

"Yeah, I didn't even go out to say hello to everyone..."

Atalanta emitted a muffled nasal sound, as if reflecting on her lapse in composure.

As time passed, the water in the pool rippled slightly, and the two figures unknowingly leaned against each other. Samael looked at the full moon outside the window, his eyes wandering.

"But it's already evening, isn't it?"

"makes sense…"

"Then let's..."

“One more time…”

"Just once, it's a deal..."

As night deepened and the stars outside the window faded into darkness, the battle reignited amidst the splashing water in the steamy bathtub inside.

On the third day, I woke up to find the sun high in the sky.

Atalanta arrived at the door, glanced out the window, and saw the blazing sun shining warmly on her skin. She turned around and murmured to herself.

"It's already noon, and it seems a bit hot outside. Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, how about you?"

"Me too…"

"Then, during the lunch break?"

"That's true, let's go back to sleep..."

Immediately, the door, which had just been opened a crack, closed again, and the window shook violently, as if it were a railing being repeatedly rammed by some ferocious beast.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, night falls, and the lamp on the table inside the room illuminates two figures that have unknowingly approached.

"It's so late again? Everyone's asleep, so what should we do..."

"Snapped!"

The lamps, which had only been lit for ten minutes, seemed to have been blown out and knocked over by something, leaving behind a trail of sounds of chaos.

Fourth day.

"I didn't sleep well last night, I need to catch up on sleep today..."

"Yes, to catch up on sleep."

fifth day.

"today…"

"Together?"

sixth day.

"today…"

"boom!"

The seventh day.

"..."

"..."

After seven days of in-depth communication, the two understood each other perfectly with just a glance and naturally grew closer.

"boom!"

However, just as the distance was about to become negative, a dull rumble and an angry roar came from the stone wall.

"You two! Are you ever going to stop?! Can't a person get some sleep?! Can't a person get some sleep?!"

At this moment, one of the victims living next door had bloodshot eyes and was in a state of manic depression, wishing he could immediately pick up a long gun and rush to the other side to chop people up.

"Kainese, it can't be that bad, it can't be that bad..."

Circe rushed over and hugged her roommate's leg at the door, pleading with her with a pained expression.

"Seven days! A full seven days! Do you know what I've been through these seven days? Not a moment's peace, not a single moment's peace!"

"Isn't there soundproofing magic?"

"You even said that the noise was so loud that even soundproofing magic couldn't withstand it! Let me go!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll add another layer, and another layer."

"I'm so irritable right now, I can't sleep!"

"Then, shall I mix some sleeping potion?"

"I've drunk myself to death! No, I can't take this anymore, I have to go and get to the bottom of this tonight! I..."

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the frenzied Katniss, who had just burst open the door with her spear in hand, abruptly stopped, her eyes rolled back, and she swayed and collapsed.

At that moment, the door next door creaked open, and Samael peeked out furtively. When he saw the prosecutor lying on the ground with his buttocks sticking out and a large bump on his head, the defendant was taken aback.

Immediately, Circe, her face pale, hurriedly dropped the Moon Staff, which had been the murder weapon, with a clang. Surprisingly, a look of relief at surviving the ordeal appeared in her colorful eyes.

Samael coughed and touched the bridge of his nose, his gaze wandering.

"Um, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, she'll be fine after a nap, you guys continue, you guys continue."

Startled awake, Circe quickly waved her hand, and while speaking, she grabbed her roommate's leg and struggled to drag him into the room.

However, due to the darkness and the witch's limited physical strength, Katniss, who was being pulled along, inevitably stumbled and bumped.

The head first slammed against the threshold, then the tables and chairs inside scraped against the floor with a screeching sound, and ornaments and miscellaneous items made a series of crackling noises, with countless items hitting the victim.

Even Samael instinctively covered his face, unable to bear to look.

Upon hearing the creaking sound of the door closing next door, Circe, who had been cowering in the corner of the room, finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest with a look of relief.

Thank goodness, I'm safe and sound. Otherwise, if I had angered that guy, I would have been eaten!

Immediately, the Great Witch glanced at Katniss, who was lying on the bed with a bruised and swollen face, and hurriedly put on soundproofing spells three times over outside the two guest rooms. She also made sure to add a suppression spell and two binding spells to her irritable roommate.

Even for safety's sake, Circe crouched in front of the bed, staring intently at the unconscious victim.

After a while, the Great Witch thought about it and felt it was still a bit too risky, so she simply placed her Dark Moon Staff on her roommate's head, ready to knock him unconscious at any moment.

Meanwhile, Samael and Atalanta sat on the bed, looking at each other awkwardly.

"Sleep well tonight..."

"Yeah, get some sleep..."

Immediately, the two breathed a sigh of relief. One used magic to clean the bedding, while the other squatted down and made a makeshift bed on the floor.

After a few moments of activity, Samael and Atalanta each lay down in their blankets, glanced at each other subconsciously, then looked away guiltily, turned their backs to each other, and closed their eyes.

Chapter 187 Athena, Let's Hurt Each Other! (2/2)

The next day, Katniss woke up, sat up in bed, her mind a complete blank, and rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

"last night…"

"Ok?"