A Pact of Revenge [Third Update]

Making that decision seemed to have exhausted all of Nitocris's courage.

So after saying it, she simply closed her eyes and stood there stiffly, her entire body rigid as a corpse.

Yet Ye Ting gave no response to her words.

He merely sat beside the bath, saying nothing as he looked at her with an appreciative gaze.

Nitocris waited for quite a while, but when no answer came, she finally could not help opening her eyes.

Then she saw the teasing expression on Ye Ting's face.

"Y-you... does that mean... you agree?"

The female Pharaoh asked with a hint of expectation.

"No," Ye Ting's answer chilled her heart. "I never said I was making a deal with you for your body. What kind of person do you take me for?"

"Then... then what are you doing right now?!" Nitocris gritted her teeth.

"You moved too quickly," Ye Ting said with an unconcerned look. "Why not look when it's free?"

"You bastard!" Endless grievance, embarrassment, humiliation, and anger finally made the female Pharaoh explode. No longer caring about her current state, she threw herself at Ye Ting and rapidly pounded his chest with her little fists.

"You bastard, bastard, bastard! How could you bully me like this?! You hateful bastard!"

Although Nitocris was a demigod who commanded powerful rune magic, her physical strength was only slightly greater than that of an ordinary person. Compared to Ye Ting, she was far weaker.

To Ye Ting, such "little fists pounding your chest" felt more like coquettishness.

Ye Ting was just about to tease her over it when he suddenly noticed that her eyes were already brimming with tears.

Come to think of it, although she had dressed so provocatively outside earlier, that was merely Egypt's style of dress.

As a female Pharaoh, Nitocris