The Witch's Self-Inflicted Conquest

Speaking of which...

Although the glittering words [God-Tier Massage Technique] on his retina had faded, a strange heat seemed to linger in his palms.

"God-Tier... This system's naming sense is as exaggerated as ever."

Lynch was deep in thought.

In his eighteen years of common sense, whether in Buena Village or the neighboring towns, the grading system for craftsmen had always been limited to three levels: Beginner, Intermediate, and Advanced.

For example, Old Wang, the best blacksmith at the village entrance, was an "Intermediate Blacksmith," and the priest in town who charged extortionate fees and supposedly could cure fractures was only an "Advanced Healer."

As for "God-Tier"? That was probably a term fabricated by bards in their stories after having too much to drink.

"However, since it's the 'Contrast System', this so-called 'God-Tier' definitely can't be judged by common sense."

Lynch shrugged, pondering inwardly: Knowing the system's nature, it might just boast a "slightly professional technique" as the "Soothing of the Gods."

But conversely, the way Felsy had looked just now—so comfortable that her soul seemed to leave her body, falling into a deep, defenseless sleep—didn't seem faked.

"Since the system crowned it with the title of 'God-Tier', it must be pretty amazing."

"Maybe... a tier or two better than the old master at the blind massage parlor in town?"

Lynch didn't dwell on this question for too long.

To him, whether it was truly God-Tier or just a boast, as long as it could let his tsundere wife who was afraid of the cold get a good night's sleep, it was a highly practical skill.

As a healthy, normal male, it would be a lie to say he had no physical reaction when faced with such an alluring sight.

Especially the delicate sensation transmitted from his fingertips during the massage just now, which still lingered on his hands.

But...

"Phew..."

Lynch let out a long breath of stale air and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Lynch, oh Lynch, you are a man determined to give her happiness."

"Taking advantage of someone's vulnerability is just too low."

What he wanted was mutual affection. He wanted her to look into his eyes while fully awake and willingly give herself to him. Not like this, taking advantage of her exhaustion and trust to satisfy his own selfish desires.

Not to mention, her body hadn't fully recovered yet.

Lynch leaned over, gently adjusted her into a more comfortable sleeping position, pulled the blanket over her, tucked her in carefully, and meticulously made sure the edges were secure.

"Good night, Felsy."

He left a light kiss on her forehead, as gentle as the brush of a feather.

Then, Lynch quietly packed up his things, turned off the magic lamp by the bed, leaving only a small nightlight that emitted a faint glow, turned around, walked out of the bedroom, and gently closed the door.

Click.

The faint sound of the door latching shut was exceptionally clear in the silent night.

Just a second after the door closed.

Felsy, who was supposed to be fast asleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

In those purple eyes, there was no drowsiness from just waking up; instead, they were perfectly clear, even carrying a deep sense of confusion.

She hadn't been completely dead to the world. As a top-tier powerhouse, even in a state of extreme relaxation, her instincts would instantly wake her the moment someone approached or left.

Felsy slowly sat up and touched her forehead.

The warmth of Lynch's lips seemed to still linger there.

"Strange..."

Felsy muttered to herself.

As a demon, she was naturally and acutely sensitive to the lust of living creatures.

Just now, when Lynch stopped his movements and looked at her, she had clearly felt it—the surging restlessness within that man, that intense, masculine desire to possess, burning like a raging fire.

At that moment, Felsy had even mentally prepared herself. If he really...

After all, they were already married; this was part of her duty. Although she might be a little scared, she had no intention of resisting. In fact, deep down, there was even a tiny, hidden sense of nervousness and anticipation... No, there wasn't, not at all!

But.

He actually held back?

In a situation where he had the absolute advantage, with her completely "asleep" and at his mercy, he had forcibly suppressed that desire, merely kissed her forehead, tucked her in, and left?

"Why?"

Felsy couldn't wrap her head around it.

In the mindset of the demon race, desire was the source of power and meant to be unleashed freely.

The strong possessing the weak, the husband possessing the wife—these were the unalterable laws of nature.

If their roles were reversed, she might not have been able to hold back on the very day she picked up a beautiful wife falling from the sky.

Humans are truly hard to understand.

"He clearly wanted it so badly, yet he restrained himself..."

"Could this be what humans call... gentlemanly conduct? Or perhaps..."

Felsy clutched the blanket tightly around herself.

It still held Lynch's scent—a mixture of herbs and sunlight.

Although she couldn't understand his thought process, but...

This feeling of being treated specially wasn't unpleasant.

On the contrary, an unprecedented sense of security, like a warm current, slowly filled her heart that had been frozen for years.

"Idiot."

Felsy lay back down in bed, wrapping herself up like a silkworm cocoon.

She blinked in the darkness, the corners of her lips curling up uncontrollably.

That [God-Tier Massage Technique]... was indeed quite comfortable.

Since he liked playing the noble gentleman so much, she would just give him a few more chances.

"Tomorrow..."

The young girl's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz in the darkness.

"It would be nice... if he could give me another massage tomorrow. I wonder if he'll bring it up himself. If he doesn't, what should I..."

Carrying this sense of security and anticipation, this time, the World-Destroying Witch truly fell asleep.

...

As the first ray of morning light pierced the pale eastern sky, Buena Village was still immersed in the tranquility of the morning mist.

Inside the courtyard's side room, a pile of straw suddenly shifted.

A furry ear popped out first, twitching vigilantly. After confirming the surroundings were safe, Kuma finally crawled out of her bedding, sporting a messy head of red hair.

"Mhm... I slept surprisingly soundly."

Kuma stretched, then her gaze sharpened as she instantly switched into agent mode.

As the Thirteenth Pillar of the Scorched Earth Guard, she hadn't forgotten her mission—to observe the "cohabitation" life of the Witch and that mysterious human, and to record all abnormal data.

"Last night..."

Kuma looked toward the main house, her brown, slit-like pupils contracting slightly.

Although she had heard their footsteps entering the bedroom last night, she hadn't been able to discern the exact "battle situation" due to the soundproofing barrier. Later, because she was too sleepy, she had unwittingly drifted off.

This was a serious dereliction of duty!

"I must go and confirm the Witch's condition!"

Agent Kuma, strutting with her head held high, was still confidently striding down the path of courting death today.