Fisher didn’t know the answer either. Since waking up yesterday, all his ti had been stolen by Helair, the wicked angel, until now.
"That’s right, you’re wondering about the reason for our current situation, it’s the intellect detached from carnal desires at play... ’All of this is just a ga, she’s treating as a ga’, ’I’m about to leave, thinking about her, yet she doesn’t care at all’, ’All of this is driven by desire’..."
As her words echoed, Fisher’s heart started to beat faster bit by bit,
"You don’t know, although I hate knowing the future in advance because it takes away many surprises. But for you, I don’t care whether I know the future in advance...
Indeed, it seed she suddenly didn’t care whether her gift was a surprise. If she’s been watching for these four days, she would have known in advance about the cal and crown I was going to give?
If she truly cared about surprises, why did she agree to a seven-day pact with in advance?
But she harbors too many secrets; it’s as though they’re eternally buried deep in her heart, impossible for to fathom.
The ga half-spoken without being made clear, her reason for helping ...
She truly is an evil angel, yet cannot be denied, she’s so alluring.
In dizziness, in the restless darkness, for the first ti, Fisher felt completely subdued by a woman.
The other things in the world, the noise outside, everything in the Ideal Country quieted down, as if they vanished under the moonlit darkness.
At this mont it seed all unimportant, except for those blue-golden speckled pupils and a trace of pleasant fragrance infusing into his soul.
In the next mont, Fisher felt her lower her head to kiss his lips, as if intending to completely devour Fisher from there.
"Mwah~"
A kiss, then a strand of silver linked the sound, and Helair suddenly spoke with such an ambiguous tone,
"You will be mine, from the mont you chose , it was destined, my dear."
Fisher didn’t have ti to savor her words, because soon he was pressed onto the moonlight-covered floorboard, making a little "creak" sound.
"Hel..."
A sound squeezed from between Fisher’s teeth, but at this mont, the opponent’s white robe slipping along the cascade of moonlight rendered him speechless.
Dazzling beauty blood at this mont, but Helair still gracefully lowered her head, allowing him to gaze upon her.
Under the backdrop of a familiar wicked smile, Fisher’s body seed about to be consud by flas at this mont.
But this wasn’t enough, Helair shook her finger, gently lifted the goblet beside her, and as so of the divine liquid fell from high above, so slid into her mouth, but more slid down her body.
The descending nectar emitted a rich flavor, making one desire to taste... hmm, the wine or the body?
"Ha... Helair..."
Fisher struggled intolerably, trying to break free from her control, but was always unable to breach her defense.
Confronted with his demand, Helair did not refuse; she only stretched out her hands toward him from above, like an angel descending with gospel.
At this mont, the tilted crown that seed to rge with the Light Halo slowly returned to its place, becoming upright, driving away both her laxity and casualness.
Bathed in darkness, she smiled faintly and said,
"Give your everything, dear."
"..."
Gritting his teeth, Fisher could no longer endure, throwing himself forward in an attempt to grasp, like plunging into a srizing ocean, stopping only when suffocation set in.
The night was far from deep, the festival outside continued, and no one noticed a hint of spring quietly blossoming within.
"Mr. Fischer, I brought you so colors..."
At this mont, a little girl ran breathlessly outside the house with a basket full of Easter eggs in her arms. Who else could it be but Tangze Asuka?
It seed she had been looking for Fisher for a long ti, as she didn’t find him and Helair upon returning to the tower, so she ca looking for them all the way.
However, as she approached the house before her, the sounds emanating from within made her feet suddenly stick to the ground like nails.
She opened her mouth, stupefied, just standing there dumbly and panting.
After a long while, she finally pursed her lips and looked at the painted red bird eggs in her arms and the smiling Easter bunny she had sewn.
The rabbit laughed heartily, though for so reason, its smile seed overly deep, and the decoration on its face too heavy, making it sowhat resemble...
Hmm, a clown.
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