Reincarnated as a Holy Nun, I Refuse to Lose! v3c38

Chapter 38: Tainting the Seat of Fortitude

Qian Yu, after checking Lin Jian and finding no problems, stood up. Luo Yuxi, standing behind her, looked at Qian Yu’s slender frame and felt a strange dryness in her throat. Her desires, ignited by Lin Jian, had not been quenched. She had wanted to turn all the bishops into her defeat CGs, but someone had been watching, preventing her from acting.

“If the witness is also dragged into the abyss…”

Luo Yuxi’s hand unconsciously reached into her clothes, touching the Divine Key, its corrupting power seeping into her, her pink eyes darkening.

Qian Yu was still completely unguarded. After all, she didn’t believe Luo Yuxi could threaten her. As Qian Yu slung Lin Jian over her shoulder, the distance between her and Luo Yuxi closed.

“Alright, that should be it. Although that girl is terrible, I have to admit, she’s strong…”

“Where are you going now, Bishop~?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Your rescue mission is complete. I’m going back to fight the high-Order angels…”

“But I don’t think you’re going anywhere, Bishop~”

Qian Yu sensed something was wrong with Luo Yuxi’s tone and quickly turned, but it was too late. Luo Yuxi had already embedded the key in her.

Qian Yu’s consciousness froze, a powerful force surging through her body, as if her very being was being deconstructed and reformed.

“I should have done this sooner. It’s just a little late~”

[Rewrite]

Qian Yu didn’t understand what was happening. Luo Yuxi looked at Qian Yu’s panel, which was no longer just a temporary display, but a tool for her to manipulate. Every detail, every stat, every ability, Qian Yu’s personality, her affection level, all became editable text.

[Qian Yu]

Occupation: Bishop, Swordswoman
Affiliation: Church
Skills: ???
Title: One of the 12 Bishops, Seat of Fortitude, Flat-Chested Support Group VIP
Affection: -50%Order Level: 3rd Order

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“Where should I start? Turn her into my slave~? Or add some other personality traits~?”

Luo Yuxi felt like a programmer, able to rewrite Qian Yu’s memories, to become her childhood friend, her beloved.

“This is how it should be~”

[Affection: -50] → [Affection: -100,000,000]

Instead of increasing her affection, Luo Yuxi lowered it to the absolute minimum. Qian Yu’s vacant expression turned to one of hatred and disgust. Luo Yuxi nodded in satisfaction.

“I should have tried this in the game, the ‘forced love’ route~”

Luo Yuxi applied a “weakness” debuff and then removed the key. Qian Yu snapped back to reality, confused.

“What did you do to me? Just now, I…”

She looked at Luo Yuxi, and a wave of rage washed over her, an inexplicable hatred.

“Wh-Why? Why do I want to kill you?!”

Qian Yu, her emotions in turmoil, drew her sword, but her body wouldn’t obey, and she collapsed, unable to move.

Luo Yuxi crouched down, looking at the struggling Qian Yu with a satisfied smile, wondering if her anger and hatred would make her even more… tight.

[Divine Art: Goddess’s Anthem]

Luo Yuxi cast a healing spell, a beautiful melody filling the air. Like a master chef, she laid her two “ingredients” on the ground. She placed the sleeping Lin Jian beside the hateful Qian Yu, a strange and alluring contrast.

“I’ll kill you, kill you, kill you!!!”

“Such passion. I can’t wait to enjoy you first~”

Luo Yuxi skillfully prepared her ingredients. High-quality ingredients often required the simplest cooking methods. Beautiful women, powerful bishops, second only to witches in the game, each one a rare and unique delicacy.

Luo Yuxi removed their outer clothes, dressing the fresh ingredients in clean, white stockings. Faced with a “flat plain,” she gently massaged it, enhancing its “flavor.”

“B-Bastard, what are you doing?! Let go of me! When I get out, I’ll use your head as a soccer ball!”

Luo Yuxi simply pinched Qian Yu’s only two weak points, and the intense stimulation made her speechless. She inhaled the “delicious” aroma, satisfied. A good chef always ensured the proper temperature.

“Damn it, I just wanted a taste, but you two are so damn sweet~”

“Y-You… you… bastard…”

Tears streamed down Qian Yu’s face, but her expression remained one of disgust. Luo Yuxi, instead of easing up, intensified her efforts. With just two fingers, she could gauge the “temperature” of the ingredients, repeatedly testing to ensure authenticity. The unconscious Lin Jian was also covered in new marks.

But unconsciousness might have been a blessing. Qian Yu, her slender body writhing, was being thoroughly “explored,” her every weak point exploited.

“St-Stop… you… you bastard.”

“As expected of a bishop, so resilient even after so long. Anyone else would have gone mad by now~”

“I’ll kill you…!”

“Lowering the affection stat is so effective?”

Luo Yuxi embedded the key in Qian Yu again, but seeing her affection, which she had set to the lowest possible, now rapidly increasing, she smirked.

“Lady, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you~?”

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