I, Matou Sakura, Third of the Flame-Chasers!

Thank you?

I did something so excessive to the Creator, and the Creator wants to thank me?

Could it be that the Creator is a masochist?

No, she isn't.

A voice that was almost indistinguishable from the Creator's echoed in Belfast's mind.

She knew it wasn't her Creator, but the entity that had previously controlled the Creator's body.

Nyarlathotep was inside Belfast's mind, having constructed a personal space within her consciousness. It was a cozy little room, with a stylish old-fashioned television playing everything that was happening outside.

She decided she would reside in this little one's consciousness for the time being, to protect her precious darling from being excessively bullied.

If she hadn't intervened just now, her little darling would have been completely overwhelmed by her own Creator!

To think that a maid would make such an overstep with her own master, the Creator...

Honestly, she didn't dislike Belfast. In fact, she admired her.

To her, rebellious individuals always ignited a different kind of spark.

It might be dim and unremarkable, perhaps even a squib, but it could also be a beautiful, brilliant firework.

And so, for that reason alone.

"You don't have to worry. I've slightly blurred Sakura's memories. Her recollection of you is now stuck at your first encounter. I've also prepared a little surprise for you, which I'm sure you'll like."

With that, Belfast's mind fell completely silent.

The unknown entity, at least to her, seemed to have departed.

But what was this surprise the entity had mentioned?

Belfast was bothered by it, sensing a bad premonition.

"Belfast, are you alright?"

Seeing the maid in front of her with a somewhat unnatural expression, Matou Sakura grew worried.

She placed a hand on Belfast's slightly exposed shoulder, channeling the life energy of the AllSpark into her.

As a creation brought to life by the AllSpark, its energy was the best medicine for Belfast.

"Creator, I'm fine!"

Belfast quickly replied, feeling as though she could barely withstand the influx of power.

"Really?"

Matou Sakura stopped the energy transfer. However, looking at Belfast's flushed face, she couldn't believe she was fine at all!

"Creator, I'm truly alright..."

Belfast spoke with some difficulty. The abnormally abundant energy within her was starting to affect her body.

In simple terms, she was too full, unable to take any more. If the Creator hadn't stopped just now...!

Oh no!

It's coming out!

"Creator!"

"Huh?!"

The maid's life seemed to reach a conclusion at that moment.

Clean sheets and blankets. The maid now deeply understood the meaning of shame.

Her face was flushed crimson, and she covered her cheeks with the blanket, unsure how to face her Creator.

However, her Creator also didn't know how to face her maid.

She finally understood what Belfast's "I'm fine" had truly meant.

Life energy did indeed have a stimulating effect on the body.

So, it wasn't strange at all that the maid had experienced what she did just now.

Yes, that was it.

"It's okay."

The smooth, delicate touch, like milk, captivated her.

For some reason, she suddenly found herself becoming fond of that kind of feeling.

Even in the Nasuverse, she was always the passive one. Pernor and Aoko were always in the active role.

And now...

Was it because she had been influenced by that entity?

She couldn't figure it out herself, but she didn't want to dwell on the matter.

Belfast, who still had her head buried in the covers, was watched by Matou Sakura with a gentle smile. Sakura reached out and cupped the flushed cheeks with a bit of force.

"Look at me."

Her gentle words carried a unique magic, and Belfast tremblingly met her Creator's gaze.

What a tender look that was...

Her dark gold pupils, which should have been filled with authority, now held no trace of it. All that was present was a tenderness that could melt a person's heart.

Being looked at with such gentle eyes, Belfast suddenly felt a sense of salvation.

It wasn't a big deal that her Creator had seen her like that. Her Creator still loved her; she was in her Creator's heart!

Thinking this, Belfast's shy heart couldn't help but change.

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"You like this too, don't you, Belfast?"

She whispered in the ear of her maid.

"Creator..."

It was a murmur, as if unintentional, but the "abusive" girl stopped what she was doing.

Her previously gentle gaze showed a hint of displeasure.

"You should call me Sakura, Belfast."

Intense pain and pleasure tormented Belfast, causing her to let out seductive moans.

Her eyes were half-open, her small mouth opening and closing with her breaths.

A slight smile curved her lips, carrying the deference of a maid to her master.

"Yes... Sakura..."

Nyarlathotep fell silent. She felt as though she had made a wrong decision.

She seemed to have unleashed a terrifying existence, a "true self" that the original Matou Sakura had sealed within her heart! This Sakura now!

Fifty-one, The Manipulated God

Matou Sakura, no, she was Sakura now.

Although she had used the Matou surname before because of the existence of another Sakura, she now realized that her past self was an idiot, a brain-damaged fool with underdeveloped cerebellum.

She was no longer the Muyu of the past; she didn't need to consider so many things!

She didn't need to pretend to be anyone anymore. She was herself, and she could become anything she wanted!

Just like a certain treasure-seeker, who probably hadn't even surfaced yet, had said, times had changed. She no longer needed to be bound by anything. She was herself, the former Muyu, the current Sakura.

The self she desired!

The air in the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Looking at the girl in her arms, Sakura's smile was gentle and beautiful.

Stroking Belfast's beautiful white hair, Sakura's smile was so tender, her dark gold eyes filled with affection for her.

"Belfast."

She softly called out the name of the maid in her arms, and the maid, like a cat, gently nuzzled her palm, her beautiful sapphire-blue eyes radiating her dependence on Sakura.

"Do you like it?"

Her hands, which had been stroking the hair, slowly moved down, gently grasping the soft, full breasts. She playfully pinched the still-erect rosy peaks, rubbing them gently, and watched as her beloved maid revealed a seductive shyness before her.

"I like it..."

The maid trembled as she described her feelings. Though she was enduring great pain, she still managed a smile.

Their lips met, and they were already familiar with each other.

Their soft tongues intertwined tightly, drawing sweetness from each other's mouths, along with a deep affection.

They had only just finished, yet the second round quietly began.

Desire was intoxicating and corrupting, but Sakura knew exactly what she was doing.

She liked Belfast. Perhaps this liking was merely an attachment to her beautiful body and her cute maid persona, but that was enough.

For her, this kind of liking was sufficient.

She gently lifted Belfast's exquisite chin, looking at the adoration for her in her eyes.

She leaned forward slightly and gently kissed the sweat-drenched forehead.

"Time to get up." "Yes, Creator..."

Slap!

The slapped buttocks revealed ripples like waves, and the bright red palm print was so conspicuous on the snow-white skin.

"It's Sakura~"

She looked down at the maid facing her and roughly tilted her chin up.

The slight upward curve of her lips was a smile, but it also hid her cold heart.

"Remember, I'm only going to say this once." "Yes... Sakura."

The maid's blushing face was a mix of pain and pleasure. The already muddy peach blossom spring once again flowed with a gentle stream.

"That's more like it."

Sakura smiled lightly, releasing her right hand that had been lifting the maid's chin. She slowly moved her hand down Belfast's cheek.

She traced over her snow-white shoulder, tinged with pink, brushed past her proud peaks, circled the muddy peach blossom spring, and gently caressed her flushed skin.

"Does it still hurt?" "No."

The maid's eyes were filled with love for Sakura. Pain?

That was merely Sakura's love for her.

"What a cute maid."

Sakura smiled lightly, this time her smile was exceptionally gentle.

It was as if her previous gentle smiles had been an illusion.

"It's time to get up."

She lifted Belfast's delicate chin again and whispered to her, "Do you have the confidence to help me get dressed?" The maid didn't answer. She gave a silent answer with her slightly heaving chest.

She, Belfast! A professional maid!

At this moment, Nyarlathotep, located within Belfast's consciousness, had completely lost the mood to pay attention to the erotic scenes unfolding outside.