Can't Handle A's 1/4
"Smack!"
The next morning, a crisp sound echoed through the dense forest, startling large flocks of birds from their nests, which flapped their wings and scattered in all directions.
More than ten minutes later, Circe reluctantly got out of bed, yawning, opened the door, and the moment she looked up, the Great Witch couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"How did you get those marks on your face?"
"Wouldn't it be better to crash into a tree?"
Samael subconsciously touched his left cheek, his lips twitching slightly, and gave a cold snort of annoyance.
Circe glanced at it, then raised his chin with a rare air of pride. "Tch, don't think I'm easy to fool. Those are just handprints; you were clearly slapped."
Samael's head drew closer, his expression sinister, his snake-like vertical pupils opening and closing erratically. "You want to know?"
Circe instantly felt like a fledgling bird in its nest, being targeted by a snake. Terrified, its little face turned pale, and it hurriedly shook its head.
"Curiosity killed the bird, be good, you know?"
"Mmm! I'm always well-behaved."
"Then move aside! What are you standing there for?"
Samael looked at the weakling in front of him, who had been intimidated and was now cowering obediently standing to the side, and walked into the bedroom with satisfaction. On the way, he casually took off his shirt and hung it on the rack.
"What, what are you going to do?"
Circe's face was stiff, his arms clutched his chest, and he let out a mournful cry.
"Sleep!"
Samael casually agreed, but the Witch behind him gasped, her mind racing. Could it be that this wicked thing, which had been hiding for so long, was finally about to be exposed?
What if I can't beat him? If I resist, I'll be eaten.
So, you should climb into bed and lie down properly?
"What are you looking at? I need to take a shower first, so get out of here!"
Just as Circe's face began to lighten from the turmoil and sorrow, and she began to move slowly toward the bed, a rough voice rang in her ears, and she instinctively responded.
"This is my room..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Circe felt like slapping himself in the face.
You got away, why are you still nagging?
"Your room is mine now. Go out and have some fun. I was up all night last night, I need to catch up on some sleep!"
Hearing this imperious tone, Circe felt as if she had won the lottery. Overjoyed, she hurriedly took off running out of the den that had become a den of dragons and tigers.
Tch, I just wanted to borrow your bed for a nap, not sleep with you. Why are you shivering like that flat-chested girl?
A pair of Aces? Sorry, I can't afford them.
Samael glanced out the window, a hint of grumbling in his mind, set up a simple barrier, removed all his clothes, and entered the bathroom.
First, he put his fingers and palms into the bathtub and scrubbed them for a while.
After wiping, Samael subconsciously raised his hand to smell it. The fresh scent of crushed grass mixed with a floral fragrance still lingered on his skin.
A strong restlessness surged from his lower abdomen. The ancient snake twitched its lips, jumped into the bathtub filled with cold water, and soaked for a while before floating up weakly.
I was driving a bit too fast last night and lost control. As a result, the car overturned when that lady woke up.
The first half of the night was fine, but on a whim, I wanted to see the legendary breast-enhancing effect of the Divine Beast's Fur, so I encouraged Atalanta to try it.
As it turns out, who knew that thing had a pitfall? While inheriting her own wild power, the boss also amplified various emotions, and her body was gradually affected by the energy.
At first, Atalanta, who was being petted, was a little reserved, but later she became more and more addicted to this kind of physical contact that felines enjoy. She even gradually became dissatisfied and rubbed against his body.
If it hadn't been daylight, he would have been ridden.
Samael, leaning against the side of the barrel, spread his fingers and palms, from which a few wisps of thin pink mist appeared.
Sigh, it's hard to be a good person. I was just worried that the Aphrodite's Authority from last time wasn't completely extracted, so I specially used the hair combing method to help her thoroughly clean the residue from her body.
Not only was there no gratitude, but in a fit of shame and anger after Atalanta regained consciousness, he was slapped.
It's clearly because you're too sensitive that I couldn't control myself and almost lost my virginity, and then you blame me. That's so unfair!
Samael casually poured the residue extracted from Atalanta's body into the heart-shaped pendant, gazing at the water with a sigh and a somewhat resentful expression.
If the effects of the Divine Beast's Fur hadn't been weakened during the day, he could have helped the eldest sister thoroughly cleanse her body of impurities...
So why not stay up all night? Why wait until dawn to break and prevent people from doing good deeds!
Samael gazed wistfully in a certain direction out the window, looking somewhat dejected.
Anyway, after this incident, it's unlikely that we'll be able to scam people out of money anytime soon.
Otherwise, they would be slapped to death by the vigilant and ashamed leader.
Otherwise, he wouldn't need to occupy Circe's little nest to catch up on sleep.
In short, it's hard to be a person.
It's hard to be a good person.
Being a morally upright and good person is even more difficult.
Achoo!
Meanwhile, Atalanta, who was taking a cold shower in her room, sneezed loudly, and some parts of her body were already red from rubbing.
After a long while, the Huntress, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom, spread her legs out on the bed, and as soon as she closed her eyes, the images that flashed through her mind made her cheeks flush and some parts of her body begin to feel hot.
No way! Wash it again!
Atalanta, who had just lain down in bed, immediately got up and rushed into the bathroom.
Shameful! I am a follower of the goddess Artemis, and I have vowed to remain chaste. How could I have such filthy thoughts and defiled behavior!
It's all that brat's fault, saying the tail and ears were pretty, saying they matched that thing...
Atalanta noticed the changes in her body and glared angrily at the red and black Divine Beast's Fur hanging on the shelf, grinding her teeth as if she wanted to tear a piece of flesh off the guy.
As the icy water poured down, the more I forced myself not to think about it, the clearer those unbearable images became.
The once confident and determined Huntress now had wet, drooping cat ears and a low-hanging tail, exuding a sense of entanglement and defeat.
My Goddess, I think I might not be able to go...
In the afternoon, Samael woke up from his sleep and was stunned when he heard the news brought by Circe.
"You mean, the boss is gone?"
"Hmm, it seems they were picked up by a beautiful and large carriage."
Why didn't anyone wake me up?
"The boss told me not to say..."
Circe shrank back and looked timidly at Samael was leaning against the doorway in a daze.
"Forget it, if she wants to leave, no one can stop her. It's not your fault..."
The ancient serpent sighed and calmly patted Circe's head in comfort.
The Great Witch breathed a sigh of relief, jogged over, pulled Caenis, who was drinking farewell wine, out of the side hall, and brought her to Samael.
"Well, the hunt is over, isn't it? Caenis is going to Athens too, and I want to go with her."
"Is there enough money?"
"Yes, there are plenty."
"Then let Caenis take you to eat, drink, and have fun."
Samael snapped out of his reverie, smiled faintly, and then, as if remembering something, went back into the house, prepared some things, and asked Circe to help him take them. He then watched them walk toward the palace gate.
However, Circe had only taken a few steps when he stopped abruptly, turned around in a hurry, and ran back to Samael, shoving a piece of parchment into his hand.
"I was so happy just now that I almost forgot what the boss left for you before she left."
As Circe and Caenis walked further and further away, Samael, looking at the parchment scroll, had a bright glint in his eyes and murmured something to himself.
Arcadia ...