Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In return, Lucia, after the meal, opportunely took her savior's arm and led the Samael on a tour of luxury stores, generously spending money to buy him a well-tailored new outfit.

Soon, the handsome man standing in front of the fitting room mirror, as striking as a morning star in the night sky, attracted envious glances from a group of female sales assistants.

Lucia, who had personally chosen this outfit for Samael, slowly walked forward and affectionately straightened the man's clothes. She was quite satisfied with her own taste, and her bright blue eyes, filled with admiration and passion, fell on Samael.

The women present were filled with envy, but compared to Rukia, their own radiance paled in comparison, leaving them only with feelings of inferiority. They were reduced to mere supporting characters to highlight the couple on the scene.

"It's getting late, let's go."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

Lucia nodded happily, took the man's arm, and walked out of the luxury store together.

After strolling around for most of the day, night fell. The two walked side by side on the street, and unknowingly, their shadows, cast by the moonlight, drew closer inch by inch, gradually intertwining and merging, until they were almost whispering sweet nothings to each other, seemingly no different from lovers on the street.

Ten minutes later, the two reluctantly parted ways.

Because they had already arrived at the hostel where Rukia was staying.

The two stood downstairs, reluctantly parting, their lingering gazes filled with an indescribable tenderness and regret.

"Why don't you come up and sit for a while?"

Finally, Rukia, who had reached the top of the stairs, stopped, a blush rising on her cheeks, and softly extended an invitation that carried a certain implication.

Faced with this blatant temptation, Samael's gaze lingered for a few seconds on the deep cleavage of the dark-haired beauty's chest. He swallowed hard, and couldn't help but hesitate.

"It's too late, this isn't a good idea..."

"I live alone..."

This almost explicit signal was so compelling that it was hard to refuse, so Samael reluctantly followed him upstairs.

boom!

As the door opened and closed, two figures, almost touching, came into close proximity.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Rukia's fair fingers pressed down on a hand that had almost slid down to her buttocks from her lower back, gently pushing away the extremely aggressive man in front of her, a hint of reproach appearing on her beautiful face.

"I've been walking all day and I'm covered in sweat. Wait a minute, I'm going to take a shower."

Having said that, the dark-haired beauty ducked under Samael's arm, turning back to give him a meaningful and alluring look, then grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom.

As the bathroom lights came on and the sound of running water filled the air, a graceful figure was reflected in the frosted glass of the bathroom door, captivating the person watching from the bedroom.

creak...

However, inside the steamy room, a soft grinding sound was drowned out by the rushing water. Her previously radiant face was now clouded with gloom, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

Damn it, that lustful bastard! How dare he take advantage of me! I'll castrate him sooner or later!

Never mind...

As the switch was turned on, the figure, wrapped in a bath towel and standing wet in front of the mirror, took several deep breaths, barely managing to calm her impending outburst, and raised her hand to lightly touch both eyes in turn.

A moment later, under the light, the falling fingertips revealed two thin, pale blue crystals. The black-haired beauty in the mirror slightly raised her head, her bright eyes displaying a scarlet hue.

After all, we'll have plenty of time in the future...

"That's strange, why is there a power outage? Should I help you check the circuit?"

At this moment, the man who was waiting idly by the bed suddenly felt darkness before his eyes. Looking at the extinguished light above his head, he couldn't help but mutter a question.

"No need, isn't this atmosphere just right..."

Accompanied by the soothing voice of a woman, the bathroom door was gently pushed open, and a graceful figure draped in a loose bathrobe walked towards the bed with two fair, jade-like legs. Her wet, black hair was draped over her shoulders like snakes, and her features, though not clearly visible in the darkness, still exuded a breathtaking beauty under the moonlight outside the window.

It's as if, in the darkness, a fairy emerges from the water's edge or the heart of a lake, luring lost travelers step by step into the mire, into that gentle embrace, until they unknowingly drown in it.

For a moment, the man was stunned. Then, a feeling of weightlessness washed over him, and he was pushed against the headboard by slender fingers pressed against his chest.

Immediately afterwards, that graceful figure climbed onto the bed, straddling the man's lower abdomen, pressing her hands against his restless wrists, and slowly lowering her upper body. Her beautiful head, with its long hair hanging down, brought an inexplicable sense of oppression as she approached inch by inch until she embraced the lucky man who had been favored at the head of the bed.

A mysterious smile spread across Rukia's face, but the atmosphere was strangely eerie.

"Ahem, although I prefer to be passive, are all Germans this proactive?"

The man, who had been pushed onto the bed by the woman, seemed a little uncomfortable. He coughed and twisted his body slightly, but could not break free. He seemed a little embarrassed about the upcoming romantic encounter, but then his tone suddenly changed, and he cast a penetrating gaze at her.

"Or are you saying you're not going to pretend anymore, Rukia?"

"what are you talking about?"

The dark figure leaning on Samael's shoulder paused slightly, a hint of jealousy in its eyes.

Seeing this, Samael smiled and murmured with amusement.

"Or should I call you: Black Blood Eclipse Princess - Altruki?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! My disguise was perfect!"

The beautiful, black-haired woman with a graceful figure paused, her smug expression freezing on her face. But then she became furious and shook her head angrily.

"Even Arcueid, who grew up with me, didn't recognize me, how could you possibly recognize me!"

"Heh, perfect?"

If I were you, this date would last at least three to five days longer. Even with the gratitude for saving your life, the accumulation of feelings takes time and cannot be given away so quickly.

If I were you, I would replace the contact lenses that changed my eye color with resin. Who would be so silly as to stuff gemstones into their eyes these days?

If I were you, I would at least start with some foreplay and flirting, beginning with skin-to-skin contact, instead of being so rough as to push you down like a dog chewing on food.

If I were you, I would be pumping my blood, quickening my heartbeat, and controlling my emotions right now, instead of keeping that long face, practically writing down how I'm going to get my revenge on it..."

Samael smirked, his eyes full of disdain, and then slowly rattled off a long string of sarcastic remarks that delivered a devastating blow.

"Hey, Lady Black Princess, if you don't have experience, don't pretend to be an expert, okay? This kind of interaction is exhausting..."

The final summary resulted in tons of critical damage.

Under repeated blows, Eltrauge transformed from a proud and triumphant swan in the lake into a wilted eggplant in the vegetable garden. Her face changed from green to red, then from red to black, eventually displaying a variety of colors. With the violent twitching of her facial muscles, she appeared ashamed and indignant, on the verge of death.

At this moment, Samael, who was pinned down, could even hear the sound of someone's self-esteem cracking.

"Acting is an art! Once you get into character, you must always be true to your role. Simply put, it means thinking, hoping, pursuing, and acting like a human being in the same way as the character, under the same living conditions, in a correct, logical, sequential manner. Once an actor reaches this level, he gets close to the character and begins to feel like the character."

The man's expression was solemn, his tone raised, and his resounding instruction startled Eltrauge, who subconsciously nodded.

"Think about it, you're here to repay a debt of gratitude, not to sell yourself. You should approach it with a sense of trepidation and gratitude, and ideally, a touch of reverence. When you experience this complex emotion, completely forget yourself, forget that this is a play, then the performance will truly approach perfection. From a methodological perspective, this kind of acting is called the Stanislavski acting system..."

"The Stanislavski performance system?"

"That is what is called the experiential learning approach. Hmm, that sounds a bit abstract. Let's get up and go through the process from entering the room to getting into bed again. I will teach you the reactions at each stage step by step."

"oh oh……"

As the man continued his eloquent lecture, Eltruchi, who was engrossed in listening, nodded subconsciously. But as soon as she climbed a few inches off Samael, she snapped back to reality, sat back down, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

"Trying to run away? You almost tricked me again!"

"Oh dear, has intelligence regained its dominance? We actually accidentally trained an anti-fraud elite. What a blunder."

Samael stopped his eloquent academic presentation and gave a helpless, forced laugh.

That unintentional muttering reminded Eltrauge of the events on Emmygo Island, the Great Migration of Millennium City, her encounter in Cornwall Park, and the possibility of being made a fool of in the past two days. She immediately gritted her teeth, her face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

However, the woman then looked at the little white mouse struggling desperately under her paws but unable to escape her grasp, and a smile of pleasure appeared on her lips as she murmured softly.

"However, your previous reactions have confirmed to me that you are indeed alone! I've been staking out your neighborhood for almost half a week for this day..."

In fact, the reason why Samael and the others did not manage to hook up with the princess of the Millennium City in the park was because Eltrauge had already come to the vicinity of the bar to scout the area and was planning for today's event.

Both sides harbored their own ulterior motives and were heading in opposite directions.

"Yes, I'm all alone..."

Samael glanced out the window and answered sullenly.

"Hmph, who told you to be so lustful and obediently come up to me? Now they all know you're out on a date, and no one will come to your rescue. Tonight, I'll turn you into my blood bag and my first embrace, and make you my slave!"

The woman sneered triumphantly, while simultaneously tightening her legs and hips, her slender hands unleashing a brute force like iron clamps, her rosy lips curling up menacingly, revealing a pair of sharp, white teeth already pressed against the man's carotid artery.

"However, it seems you're all alone now..."

However, just as Eltrauge was about to tear open the flesh and drink the blood of her prey, a meaningful whisper reached her ears.

"boom!"

In an instant, a tremendous force, like a landslide or tsunami, struck. Accompanied by the violent groaning of the bed and a dizzying spin, the unsuspecting Altruki was pinned to the bed by a figure that suddenly burst forth with a burst of red and black light.

At the same time, a soft, magnetic, and teasing whisper echoed in Hei Ji's ears.

"Friendly reminder: you were first exposed not downstairs in this hostel, nor on this bed, but in front of my bar..."

Do you remember that fluffy, white little guy?

We call her Cathy Pa**, a descendant of the legendary three-eyed cat demon. The Knights of the Round Table spent a great deal of effort to subdue this creature on the island of Britain and establish a contract with it to restrain its behavior.

Therefore, it is not as cute and harmless as it appears.

How could someone who managed to grab Fou the instant the beast burst through the door not have been able to avoid the out-of-control tanker truck?

He already knew!

It turns out that everything I did was just a pastime to kill time in this guy's eyes.

hateful!

Realizing she had become the object of a monkey show, Eltrauge's pretty face flushed red. She tried to struggle, but the hands that were gripping her wrists remained motionless. This situation left her somewhat incredulous.

How can it be!

"Tsk, I really don't know if you're confident or arrogant. Now that I've already noticed your abnormality, how can you still think that you're the hunter who controls everything, Eltrucci?"

Bathed in the night, the snake slowly curled its lips, its smile exuding a hint of sinister mockery.

In the instant she looked up, Hei Ji couldn't help but see a pair of cross-shaped eyes that exuded a chilling aura and reflected countless stars on their inner sides. A strange sense of familiarity and fear welled up in her heart.

"It was you! The one who stopped my duel with Arcueid!"

"Hmm, you got it right!"

Samael nodded in satisfaction, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"As a reward, we can continue what we haven't finished. This time, no one else will bother us, so enjoy the experience!"

At this moment, the figure, as dark as ink, pressed down inch by inch on the immobile little white rabbit.

Ruined……

If I were defiled by this shameless bastard, I would be unclean...

Altruki felt the scorching breath on her skin and the restless heartbeat in her chest. Her face turned pale, and she felt grief and despair. Her sorrowful emotions surged in and out of Black Princess's mind. Her body, powerless to resist, went limp, and her surging magic power flowed away.

puff...

At the same time, as darkness fell, a strange white smoke rose from the bed.

As the smoke dissipated, Samael stared in astonishment at the collapsed towel beneath him, his lips twitching violently, his mind screaming.

Damn it, where's my 36D?! Where's my long, straight, black-haired, mature woman?!

At this moment, the flat-chested black-haired loli, who had shrunk to the size of a five or six-year-old, looked at the demon whose expression was constantly changing and who had a fierce and menacing look. She could no longer hold on and her little face turned pale as she burst into tears.

"Waaah, you bullied me! I'm going to tell Arcueid..."

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Story of a Wounded Cup (5k)

This is a story of a cup injury, or rather, an accident...

The snake, driven by its bestial instincts, stared at the No. 45 steel plate beneath it, its face a mixture of speechlessness and heartache.

Although he wasn't so desperate as to develop a one-night stand with this German beauty, "Lucia," whom he had only known for two days, teasing her now that she had shrunk from a voluptuous mature woman to a flat-chested loli figure had become rather uninteresting.

be cheated!

However, as the man relaxed his guard slightly, Eltrauge, who was pinned down and looked like a weakling, suddenly had a glint in her eyes, her face filled with murderous intent, and a surge of blood energy erupted from her body.

hum!

At the same time, twisted runes appeared one after another on the roof, walls, floor and other places, and the interlacing and flashing halos washed out, forming a viscous and heavy sense of oppression.

Hmph, you didn't expect that, did you? To prevent Arcueid from causing trouble, I even left a backup plan in the room!