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“Your room is quite spacious,” Yaeger observed as she entered Irene’s room, her tone nonchalant.

Irene clenched her fists, her face etched with horror and disbelief. ‘She’s pretending as if it’s her first time here!’ she thought, suspecting Yaeger had been hiding under her bed all along.

“Wow, it smells really nice in here.” Yaeger inhaled gently, noting the subtle fragrance that wasn’t perfume. It was the natural scent of a young girl’s room.

‘So scary! What does she mean by that?’ Irene thought, her body trembling as she stood outside, wrapped in her own arms.

“Looks like there’s another interesting novel under the cabinet,” Yaeger mused, walking towards the wooden bedside cabinet. “If I remember correctly, it’s called ‘Deep Palace Romance: Stay Here Tonight, Your Majesty~.'”

Irene’s panic spiked at the mention of the book title. Making sure no one was around, she rushed into the room and locked the door, ready to tackle Yaeger physically to silence her.

Yaeger, sensing Irene’s approach, sidestepped with a smirk, easily evading the attack. However, Irene’s sudden change in movement, coupled with her skirt getting caught and tearing, resulted in both of them tumbling onto the bed in an awkward embrace.

“Ah!” The collision resulted in Yaeger ending up on top, with Irene beneath her, their eyes meeting in a frozen moment.

Seconds ticked by, with Irene’s heart racing and face flushing, while Yaeger remained expressionless. She would have stood up if it weren’t for Irene clutching her hands tightly during the tumble.

‘Ahhhh! She planned this!’ Irene thought, recalling a similar scenario from ‘Lonely Thoughts: Please Be Gentle Tonight, Dear Sister~.’ She believed Yaeger was using a tactic from the novel to seduce her.

‘Sob, I’m losing my innocence tonight!’ Irene thought despairingly. Despite her greater strength compared to Black-hearted Princess, the blackmail material, derived from the books hidden under her bed, rendered her utterly defenseless.

Feeling utterly hopeless, she lamented her situation. If her identity as the Saintess wasn’t so crucial to her, she would have fought to protect her innocence with everything she had. She would have even destroyed Black-hearted Princess without hesitation. At this moment, however, she felt like a powerless victim, resigned to her fate.

‘Goodbye, my pure body!’ she mourned internally, seeing no escape from the impending situation.

“Can you let go of me?” Yaeger finally broke the silence.

‘Wow, you’re really in a hurry! I’m not even mentally prepared yet!’ Irene’s thoughts raced, her heart pounding with a mix of unease and faint anticipation. In her eyes, Black-hearted Princess might have been somewhat evil, but undeniably captivating in appearance. The thought of being ‘bullied’ by such a stunning figure stirred conflicting emotions in Irene.

“How long do you want to stay like this?” Yaeger asked again, her tone tinged with impatience.

‘This meanie is so eager! I still need more time to mentally prepare!’ Irene thought, her face flushing as she glanced at Yaeger.

Yaeger, however, was utterly puzzled by Irene’s behavior. Before she could voice her confusion, the system chimed in.

Yaeger’s confusion deepened at the sudden spike in Favorability points. What was happening here?

“Don’t think you’ve won just because of this!” Irene exclaimed, flustered. She then released her grip on Yaeger’s hands, appearing completely vulnerable.

“What did I even win?” Yaeger was genuinely perplexed as her hands were freed. The conversation seemed entirely one-sided.

“You nasty bully!” Irene rolled her eyes cutely and whispered, “This… is my first time. Please be gentle~”

Yaeger froze, struck by the revelation. ‘Does she think that I’m… about to do that with her?’ She was taken aback by Irene’s assumption.

“Although you’re really annoying, but after today, I’ll become yours~” Irene spoke, her eyes brimming with tears as she slowly closed them, filled with anxiety yet a strange sense of anticipation. ‘Goddess of Light, please bless me~’

Suddenly, Irene felt a sharp slap on her face. Then another, and another. The pain was real, not an illusion.

‘Sob~ She’s using BDSM even in our first time. As expected of Black-hearted Princess, she’s so domineering. I like it so much!’ Irene thought, misinterpreting Yaeger’s actions. However, as the slapping became louder and more frequent, Irene started feeling genuine pain.

“Stop, you’re hurting me!” she cried out, looking up at Yaeger with a mix of pain and confusion. Irene’s initial fantasy about the situation quickly dissolved, replaced by the discomfort of the slaps. She wasn’t a m̲a̲s̲o̲c̲h̲i̲s̲t̲, and the reality of the physical pain broke through her earlier misinterpretations.

“You can actually feel pain?” Yaeger held Irene’s chin firmly. “Did you forget why I’m here?”

Irene, her mind abuzz with misconceptions, blinked in confusion and anticipation. ‘Isn’t she here for… that? Is she playing with me, expecting me to say it out loud? How cunning!’ Irene’s face turned a deeper shade of red, her emotions a mix of apprehension and a strange kind of excitement.

Yaeger’s eyebrow twitched in response, baffled by the sudden leap in their relationship status.

“You… You brought me to my room… to… do that?” Irene’s voice trembled, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and a sense of forbidden pleasure. ‘I can’t believe this is happening. This is so embarrassing, yet why does it feel so… thrilling?’

Irene, engulfed in her whirlwind of emotions, felt like a streaker running naked across the grassy plains. Her embarrassment, initially overwhelming, began to quickly dissipate.

In contrast, Yaeger, observing Irene’s dramatic reactions, thought to herself with a mixture of exasperation and humor, “There’s no cure… This Saintess is done for.” Her inner sigh reflected her disbelief at the absurd turn of events.

“Come, let your desires run free, don’t hold back for my sake!” Irene’s earlier hesitation gave way to a bold declaration, her arms open in an uncharacteristic display of abandon.

Yaeger, in response, raised her hand and gently smacked her forehead. “Get a grip, Irene. We’re here for business, not whatever fantasy you’re imagining.”

With that, Yaeger retrieved the Holy Spirit Shard from her item box. Irene, feeling a slight sting from the smack, glared at Yaeger with a mix of sadness and realization. However, upon seeing the Holy Spirit Shard, she was quickly brought back to reality, the initial reason for their meeting clear in her mind. The embarrassment and misconceptions she had briefly entertained now overwhelmed her, leaving her wishing she could disappear from the awkwardness of the situation.