Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In the early morning, a crisp knock echoed in the corridor. Samael yawned and tried to get up, but a feeling of tightness came from his chest and limbs, making him unable to move.

Startled, the ancient snake looked down and was shocked to find a pair of fair arms wrapped around its neck, while a pair of round and strong thighs were crossed and locked around its waist and abdomen. A head with short pink hair was buried in its chest, and a cheek with a slightly naive look was half-resting against its chest, seemingly very fond of this soft and slightly cool pillow.

As if sensing the movement of the pillow in her arms, the sleeping female swordsman involuntarily squeezed her legs together and tightened her arms, resolutely guarding her possessions.

Suddenly, a creaking sound came from his pelvis and neck. Caught off guard, a feeling of suffocation surged into his heart. Samael subconsciously grabbed at his hands and made a "hoarse" gasping sound in his throat, like a tree branch about to be strangled by a koala.

"That sound..." At that moment, the visitor who was knocking on the door in the corridor heard the unusually heavy breathing and the vibrations from the arms pounding against the walls inside. His expression tightened, and he solemnly said, "Hold on! I'm coming to save you!"

"boom!"

Samael had just adjusted to the suffocating feeling and hadn't even had a chance to speak when the door was violently kicked and fell to the ground. A figure with white hair and red eyes, tied in a single ponytail, and dressed in blue and white casual clothes rushed in.

In an instant, their eyes met, and the atmosphere froze.

Tomoe Gozen stared at Samael, who appeared to be completely naked on the bed with only half of his body covered by the blanket, and Okita Souji, who was hanging around someone's neck with a flushed face, and her throat went dry.

"you……"

"Ahem, let me explain, it's actually a misunderstanding..."

Samael forced a dry smile onto his stiff face, trying to compose himself before speaking in his defense.

"Mmm, last night felt so good..."

However, accompanied by a mutter of satisfaction and contentment, Okita Souji, half asleep and half awake, opened his eyes a crack and looked at the person who had come in, instinctively greeting them.

Good morning, Ba.

As she spoke, the young swordswoman rubbed her cheek against the cool pillow in her arms. The few moments of wakefulness that had just risen were quickly replaced by drowsiness, and her eyelids closed again.

Samael's cheeks twitched, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his face was full of sincerity.

"Things aren't really what you think..."

"I understand, you can continue. I didn't see anything."

Tomoe Gozen looked at everything before her, nodded silently, and then retreated without a word, picking up the half-door on the ground as if she wanted to seal the doorway again.

"Stop! You can't leave!"

Samael grabbed Tomoe Gozen's wrist, pulling the only witness back, his expression filled with grief and indignation.

"Let me explain, I'm truly innocent!"

As they spoke, the well-defined and muscular chest on the bed came into view. The half-body, which conformed to the golden ratio, brought a strong visual impact. The intertwined male and female bodies also had a stimulating effect that was both blasphemous and sacred.

Tomoe Gozen blushed and struggled to pull her arm back, desperately trying to distance herself from this filthy scene.

"This has nothing to do with me, I was just passing by!"

What will I do if you leave?

Samael grew anxious and immediately pulled Tomoe Gozen, who was about to abandon him, back to the bedside.

However, due to excessive force, Tomoe stumbled when she hit the edge of the bed and fell face-first onto the bed, her head burying itself in the blankets.

However, just moments after collapsing, the white-haired female general suddenly straightened up from the bed as if springs had been inserted into her lower back. She looked at the blanket with the inexplicable bulge, her fair cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed, and her eyes were filled with indescribable shame and indignation.

The sudden collision left Samael's face stiff and almost green, and he hissed as he gasped for breath.

Their eyes met, and Tomoe Gozen gritted her teeth, her voice chilling as she squeezed out each word from between her teeth.

"Let go!"

"I'm truly innocent..."

The series of unexpected events and various subtle coincidences left Samael speechless with despair, and he could only offer a pale explanation for himself.

"Trust me, you have to trust me!"

"I believe you ghost!"

Seeing that this lecherous demon had no intention of letting him go, Tomoe, unable to bear it any longer, had veins throbbing on his forehead and struggled to pull his arm back, even using the power of the demon seed.

Instantly, the white-haired female general's magic surged, and flames flowed around her body.

But then, specks of light... drifted onto the bedding on the bed...

In an instant, fire broke out.

Tomoe Gozen first looked down at the fiercely burning quilt, then looked up at the man whose face was gradually turning green. Suddenly she came to her senses, grabbed a corner of the quilt, and immediately threw it out the door.

The next moment, Samael's face turned noticeably greener.

He felt a chilly wind blowing across every inch of his skin.

Every inch...

Faced with this more exciting and complex scene, Tomoe Gozen's CPU was instantly overheated, her eyes went blank, and she crashed.

"Huh? There's a fire?"

At that moment, the burning bedding in the corridor attracted the attention of kind passersby.

"Don't worry! Helpful Musashi has arrived! Sever the sea with your sword! This is the Water-Suspended Formation! Ishana, Water Sky Surge—!"

In an instant, accompanied by a crisp, delicate shout, a swirling water dragon swept across, effortlessly extinguishing the flickering flames in front of the door.

Do one good deed a day, and you're all set! May Buddha bear witness!

Dressed in light clothing, Miyamoto Musashi clapped his hands in satisfaction after successfully stopping a fire. He grabbed a large ceramic bowl from the table, slurped up some udon noodles, and walked to the door, instinctively craning his neck to peek inside.

Upon seeing the scene, the hands froze in mid-air, and the chopsticks slipped to the ground.

"Hey, everyone's here so early?"

A passerby eating noodles coughed dryly, and faced with the awkward and stagnant atmosphere, forced a dry smile onto his stiff face and offered some well-intentioned advice.

"Well, it's so early in the morning, so it's best not to go too far. Be moderate, be moderate. Uh, although it's hard to say... you should still be mindful of the occasion, um. Be moderate!"

After Miyamoto Musashi finished speaking earnestly, he bent down to pick up the chopsticks from the ground, silently turned around, and tried to slip away.

"Don't leave!"

Suddenly, a chorus of angry shouts erupted from the bedroom.

However, upon hearing the shouts, the passersby quickly quickened their pace, turning back to clarify as they ran.

"I did not see anything!"

"return!"

A chorus of shouts erupted once again.

Immediately afterwards, a gleaming naginata flew out of the house and landed at Miyamoto Musashi's feet, blocking her path.

Almost simultaneously, a hand grasped at the air, and the powerful suction from the palm pulled the passing noodle-eating crowd back to the edge of the bedroom bed.

"Caught!"

"The rope's here! Quick! Hold my hands down!"

"Tie her up securely, don't let her escape!"

Soon, the mighty swordsman was bound hand and foot with strips of cloth inscribed with suppression spells, and his mouth was gagged. Miyamoto Musashi could only blink frantically to prove his innocence.

"What's all this noise so early in the morning? Can't a person get some sleep?!"

However, before she could figure out how to negotiate with the eyewitness, a voice filled with a strong sense of morning grumpiness came again. Suzuka Gozen scratched her head and poked her head out impatiently, but after seeing the scene inside, she couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Uh, sorry, I was just passing by..."

The familiar scenes and lines evoked a strange sense of similarity.

on!

Just as the head was about to disappear into the doorway, the word "big" instantly filled their minds.

Without even saying a word, or even exchanging glances, Samael and Ba Gozen, who had unknowingly joined forces with each other, instinctively pulled yet another eyewitness at the door into the house.

Then, they would hold down his hands and feet, tie him up, and gag him – a complete package.

"Waaah, I was just passing by!"

Suzuka Gozen thrashed about, struggling violently, her mumbled complaints causing Samael and Tomoe Gozen, who had regained their senses, to look at each other, staring at the murder weapon in their hands and the two eyewitnesses in the corner.

When exactly did things turn out this way?

"What are you all playing that makes so much noise?"

Just as Samael and Ba Shiqian were stunned, a small head with a pink ponytail peeked out from the side of the door, curiously looking inside.

Instantly, Samael and Ba Gozen, reacting to the pressure, grabbed the spell ropes in their hands and turned their heads with murderous intent.

"Huh? Bondage? Is it this exciting so early in the morning?"

Seeing this, the pink-haired girl with a single ponytail was not afraid at all; on the contrary, she became very interested and instantly got into character.

"Yes...yes...Little Black, I am my masters' slave...I will absolutely obey any command...I...I will be obedient...Please be gentle with me..."

Chloe walked in from outside the door with her hands raised, her timid expression and slight trembling making her look just like a little rabbit about to fall into the wolf's mouth but not daring to resist.

"Where are the whip and gag? Get them for me."

The rabbit that entered the room took the initiative to wrap the rope around its own wrist, and even took the initiative to speak wildly and aggressively.

For a moment, the two murderous wolves were frightened by the pitiful little white rabbit, and swallowed hard, instinctively taking a few steps back.

Seeing that Samael and Tomoe had both distanced themselves from her and were looking at her with strange eyes, Chloe, unable to continue playing, blushed and quickly explained.

"Wait a minute, you guys, don't be really scared! Just kidding! It's just a joke!"

Immediately, the chocolate-skinned little devil untied the ropes on his wrists, looked the two of them up and down, his eyes sweeping across the entire bedroom scene, finally landing on Samael wrapped in a sheet, a mocking look on his lips.

"It seems you get along well with your teammates, Daddy."

"..."

The lighthearted yet teasing remark left Samael speechless.

"It's dawn, time to get up?"

Just as the atmosphere in the room was about to fall into another round of awkwardness, Okita Souji, who had been pulled off the bed, suddenly sat up, looked around, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Why are you all here?"

Well, even sleeping can cause blackouts...

Samael raised his hand to his forehead, both amused and exasperated.

To ease the awkward situation, he had no choice but to change the subject.

"Where are my men? The ones you arrested from Chunshu Bookstore yesterday?"

"It's an invitation! To be precise, it's just an invitation for them to come to the Gun Tower as guests."

Chloe wagged her finger and answered with a smile.

"Moreover, they were sent back early this morning."

Samael nodded, unsurprised.

Last night, after his conversation with Yustissa, he realized that this woman would never mistreat her subordinates.

After all, Yustiza not only needs his help now, but she is also well aware of his destructive power.

If there were no direct conflict of interest, this woman, who was adept at changing her stance according to the wind, would certainly not directly antagonize his divine children.

"Oh, right, Mom asked me to tell you that you have one day to get to know your teammates. I hope you can build a good relationship with them as soon as possible."

Chloe, who was in charge of delivering the message, looked up at Samael, a rare seriousness appearing on her small face.

"Our time is running out."

As she was about to leave, the brown-skinned girl glanced at the group of heroic spirits in the room, her tone suddenly shifting with a playful smile, revealing her true nature.

"So, do you need help? Dad, do you prefer being tied up or having wax dripped on you?"

"boom!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Samael, his face dark, smacked Chloe hard on the forehead, silencing the little devil with superb driving skills.

After silencing Chloe, the ancient serpent calmed itself down and personally untied the ropes from the two unfortunate onlookers, forcing a dry smile onto its face.

"Gentlemen, there's been a misunderstanding. Let's take this opportunity to clarify things on the way."

"So, does that mean we can go out for a walk together?"