After saying that, she reached out, pressed a hand against white-haired Ishtar's waist, and gave it a vicious twist.
The pain made white-haired Ishtar suck in a sharp breath, yet her face still wore a provocative, delighted expression. "What's so strange about that? Since I've chosen to serve Qianyi as my master, I'm his servant. A servant only needs to devote herself wholeheartedly to her master, just as a believer serves a god."
"What kind of believer eats something from their god's hand without permission?! That's utter disrespect! Blasphemy!!" Ele roared, her cheeks visibly flushing red, the color spreading all the way to her ears.
"Oh my, you can't put it that way." Faced with Ele's furious frustration, white-haired Ishtar showed no restraint whatsoever. Instead, she stuck out her soft pink tongue and licked the lingering sweetness of ice cream from the corner of her lips, still savoring it as she boldly spouted her twisted logic. "Since believers have already offered their bodies, souls, and everything else to the gods, then naturally, in return, the gods should grant them appropriate blessings. After all, if you don't give them any tangible benefits, why would believers devote themselves to worshipping you?"
"You! You!! You bastard... you have no shame!!!" Ele's chest heaved rapidly with anger, and her breathing was clearly audible even amid the surrounding clamor.
"Oh? Are you angry?" White-haired Ishtar deliberately drew out her words, her voice brimming with unmistakable teasing. "Since my dear big sister doesn't like this, then as your defeated opponent, I'll change my relationship with Qianyi, my master."
Without bothering to see Ele's reaction, she tilted her body and relaxed her waist.
With a soft rustle of fabric, white-haired Ishtar slid down and smoothly rested the back of her head on Qianyi's thigh. Her waterfall-like silver-white