Ansu was speechless as he watched the vile witch's turn-off behavior.
She was actually using her tender little feet to step on his face!
This was more than a man could bear!
Ansu had been tossed around by her from top to bottom until his little brother was standing at attention!
However, Celia didn't seem to have had enough fun yet. She used her toes to tilt Ansu's chin up again, commanding in a teasing tone: "Touch me!"
"Don't you like my legs? I'll let you touch them to your heart's content this time, how about that?"
Celia giggled.
Ansu stared at her with a stiff gaze, feeling that despite her appearance as a tall, mature young woman, she was a complete bratty girl at heart!!
But since she had given the command.
Then...
Don't blame him for being rude!
Ansu suddenly reached out, firmly grabbing her ankles and pinning down those restless, beautiful legs.
Celia let out a soft cry. Ansu's movements were too heavy, giving her a fright.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
She glared at Ansu crossly, but Ansu was now pressing his entire body toward her.
Celia blinked in panic, "Wait! Ansu, wait!!"
These words were like a safeword. Ansu paused, and his large hands finally stopped their continuous 'caressing'.
Celia's cheeks instantly turned bright red. She broke free from Ansu's grip and stood barefoot on the floor, glaring at him with feigned anger.
"Is this what you call touching? This strength is practically..."
It was practically like he wanted to eat her alive!
Celia was truly startled. She hadn't expected her legs to have such a strong attraction to Ansu, enough to make him so frantic...
She glanced helplessly at her thighs. A red handprint had already been rubbed onto her fair, delicate skin...
"You're infuriating!"
After glaring at Ansu again, Celia hurried to her workbench to find a potion.
Watching her back as she left in a hurry, Ansu couldn't help but mutter to himself.
What's with this high attack and low defense?
I haven't even started turning up the heat, and you've already turned coward...
Ch!
Weak witch!
...
Ansu returned after her thighs had basically recovered. This game could no longer continue because the witch's pride was starting to crumble.
"Hmph! Not obedient at all. I'll discipline you next time!"
Celia finally lifted the Hypnosis on Ansu. Her dark red eyes gradually faded, and she snapped her fingers in front of him.
"Alright, wake up!"
Ansu's dazed gaze gradually cleared. He clutched his neck and moved it stiffly.
"Hiss..."
Maintaining one position for so long had almost given him a stiff neck.
"Huh? My Lady Witch, your legs..." Ansu said, as if poking at a sore spot, staring in surprise at her still slightly swollen legs, "How did they end up like that?"
He muttered to himself in confusion, "What just happened?"
"You still have the nerve to say it!" Celia instinctively wanted to scold him, but she quickly reacted, her pretty face turning exceptionally dark. "I don't know! Maybe I was bitten by a mosquito!"
"Oh..." Ansu stared thoughtfully at her legs. "That mosquito must have been quite something."
Celia was both embarrassed and angry. She didn't want to look at Ansu for another second, pointing toward her door. "Go, go, go! I've already remembered everything you said today. Now get lost!"
"Oh..." Ansu silently watched the witch, whose face was flushed red, and nodded. "Then I shall take my leave."
Once Ansu's back disappeared from the room, Celia clenched her fists fiercely.
A blunder!
But this isn't over! Next time, I must definitely turn up the intensity on him!!
...
On campus.
Sitting in a window seat, Ansu rested his chin on his hand, looking out at the blue sky and white clouds.
During this week, he had managed to enjoy a rare period of peace.
Going to school, returning home, researching magic... aside from the vile witch being out of contact lately because she was busy with cult affairs, the gloom from the Open Day seemed to have completely dissipated.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ansu pulled his diary out of the system warehouse and began studying his future plans.
He hadn't touched much of the activity funds Celia had given him. Once the Church's reward arrived, he could buy back his foster father's old house and move back in with his sister...
Because he had been promoted to deacon general of the Benalu District, Ansu already knew all the strongholds in the city. However, he was in no hurry to contact his 'underlings'. He would just go through the motions for the mission to find the Chosen One. It was impossible for him to actually catch himself and hand himself over to Samantha...
As for the demon army's treasure that Celia was obsessed with, Ansu actually had quite a few thoughts about it.
One must know that after the incident in the original plot, Celia had gained a blessing in disguise. She had obtained a vast amount of treasure from the ancient ruins, precious instruments and equipment from the magic era, and many ancient texts...
Later, she used this wealth to cultivate her own forces and even had spare money to fund the suddenly rising demon warlords, showering money everywhere for the ultimate goal in her heart.
Although he didn't want Celia to repeat her mistakes and become the World Ending Witch, Ansu didn't want to let this wealth fall into the hands of outsiders either. After all, according to the timeline, the Empire's chaotic times were about to begin. He should prepare himself for that chaotic world...
While he was pondering these things, a sudden burst of whispering came from the surrounding students.
"Bro, bro, Archbishop Paul is here again!"
"Great! Does that mean we can see the Holy Maiden again?"
Ansu looked out the window again and saw several silver carriages stopping at the school gate, quickly surrounded by a crowd.
Many students had noticed that Archbishop Paul seemed to be bundled with Holy Maiden Freya. Whenever Paul came to give a lecture, the Holy Maiden would certainly come to listen...
Ansu thought to himself that Freya actually still couldn't move around freely. For a mascot that manifested the 'divine', the Church wished they could keep her in the cathedral every day to attract more new believers.
These brief moments of 'secretly meeting' with him had instead become one of her few happy times of freedom.
So, once the class ended, Ansu quietly left the classroom.
Arriving at the small church where the two usually met, Freya had already been waiting for a long time. When she saw Ansu, whom she hadn't seen for a while, appear before her, a gentle smile appeared on her face.
"Lord Ansu... I've finally seen you again."
Freya lightly stroked her chest and closed her eyes, her expression full of piety. "Last night, I dreamed of Lord Ansu again!"
Ansu hurried to close the church door, then looked at her helplessly.
The Saintess's 'perverted' comments always made him uncomfortable, but there was no helping it. This girl truly treated him like a god walking the earth...
"Oh, is that so..." Ansu walked over, looking at her with a strange expression. "Then what did you dream about?"
"I dreamed of Lord Ansu's face, Lord Ansu's voice, Lord Ansu's scent..."
Ansu's gaze became stranger and stranger. Why does this dream sound like a wet dream...
Freya opened her eyes with a smile. "Does such a revelation mean that you have another important mission to entrust to me? Lord Ansu, what is the next step of the plan?"
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