Horo, Be a Decent Person!

In the dim, spacious bedroom, the black-haired patient slept soundly curled up on the bed, his brows relaxed.

The bedding carried the scent of sunlight, while the pillow in his arms exuded the faint fragrance of lavender. Its calming aroma drew the sleeper deeper in, making his sweet dreams even sweeter.

As he shifted slightly, the black-haired patient's arms unconsciously climbed upward, tightening around the pillow. His buried head wriggled higher, seeking the most comfortable sleeping position.

The sensations from the body pressed against him entered his mind. In his muddled state, the patient mumbled indistinctly, his face filled with contentment and comfort.

So soft, so warm, so big...

So... so big?!

In an instant, the patient curled up on the bed sprang upright as if fitted with a spring, staring at what he held with utter horror.

Mm, it really was big...

Samael's strange gaze fell upon the pair of ample mounds that were nearly bursting through the disheveled collar, at least a C+ in size. He instinctively offered an impartial assessment.

"You demon! Bastard! Defiler! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

"If you let me go, I'll kick your balls in... cough, cough... I mean, I'll mete out justice upon evil!"

The purple-haired, blue-eyed saintess with her proud figure had a frosty expression and murderous intent filling her eyes. She wished she could condense the surrounding ether into invisible blades and carve the bastard before her into a thousand pieces.

Yet the human pillow, her limbs spread wide and her hands and feet bound by runic inscriptions, was like a frozen statue. She could only remain splayed in that humiliating pose, unable to move even a finger.

Just as the patient sat on the bed with his chin propped on his hand like a thinker, lost in