Chapter 199 A small horse pulls a big cart!
Looking at the powerful Celeste standing in front of him, Deya was a little dazed and even shrank back a little.

Celeste always gave him the feeling of being cautious, cowardly, and even timid.

To put it nicely, Sally doesn't care about the insults from the outside world. To put it bluntly, she doesn't even have the thought of resistance.

But at this moment, Sally's temperament seemed to change drastically. She became extremely strong all of a sudden, so strong that even Deya was a little confused.

But after careful observation, I realized that I was wrong. It was not that Sally's temperament had changed drastically. It was just this matter that made Sally become so bold and brave.

Deya has always been a very strong person, sometimes even doing things his own way. Especially in interpersonal relationships, he has always taken the initiative and has never been passive.

This sudden feeling of being confronted so strongly by others made Deya feel a sense of freshness.

Sally was feeling uneasy. When she saw Deya didn't say anything, she became panicked instead. The wings behind her fluttered back and forth like a cat's ears, causing countless butterflies to fly in Deya's room.

These butterflies are both imaginary and real, and with the support of Sally's power, they really exist.

But as long as Sally's power is lost, the butterfly will disappear like a phantom.

Seeing the butterflies flying all over the sky decorating the entire room, it is like a dream, as if you have come to a fairy tale land.

Deya admired this beauty, but there was a hint of weirdness in his eyes when he looked at Celeste.

What is this called, a small horse pulling a big cart?

Although she was not particularly small and Sally was not particularly big, Sally's body shape was different from that of an ordinary person. To outsiders who did not know their identities, it looked like a small horse pulling a big cart.

In the past, Deya always liked girls who were smaller than himself, which made him want to protect them.

But now that he sees this big car, Deya thinks it’s not bad because it gives him a sense of conquest.

"Lord Deya?"

Seeing that Deya was just looking at her strangely, Celeste finally couldn't help but speak out.

What does Lord Deya mean by this? Am I too ugly and Lord Deya doesn't like me?
Yes, although she could control the curse and would no longer let it erode her body, her body was still very strange, not as slender and beautiful as that of an ordinary woman.

Even from her appearance, she looks more like a human with giant blood.

Considering Miss Lamia who has always been following Lord Deya, and Miss Mavis who is so beautiful that even he is suspicious of her, perhaps this is the type that Lord Deya likes?

Thinking of this, Sally felt a little disappointed, but she was also unwilling to give up so easily.

She bit her teeth tightly and said, "Lord Deya, I may be ugly in your eyes, but I believe my feelings for you are no worse than anyone else's.

You are the light in my heart, the real sun that illuminates my dark life. I only pray that you can give me a little love, just a little bit. If you are willing to touch me, I will be even happier. "

Deya sighed softly: "Too humble."

"Ok?"

"Salister, your thoughts always tend to be negative. This is related to your past life experiences. When faced with something that happens, you always think of the worst possible outcome.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with this, as it will make you more cautious and vigilant, but it will also make your life very tiring.”

Deya gradually sat up straight, his body leaning back. He folded his hands under his chin and gazed at the 'God of Corruption' in front of him with admiration.

He suddenly said, "Take off this extra coat."

"what?"

Sally was stunned for a moment, then she shyly but impatiently quickly took off her plain top and trousers.

Sally had no concept of beauty and did not know how to dress herself, although she once envied the elegance of those beautiful aristocratic girls who were dressed beautifully.

But when she was really asked to choose clothes on her own, she didn't know how to choose.

The clothes fell to the ground, revealing Sally's tall, perfect, and graceful body.

Although Sallyst was cursed, her skin was not eroded by the curse and remained as smooth as a baby's.

Now that she has been able to control the curse, Sally's fair skin becomes even more icy and delicate.

She has plump thighs and a towering chest. Sally's delicate skin is covered with many colorful marks that look like tattoos.

Deya knew that before, these beautiful tattoos were the result of Sally's corroded skin. In the past, Sally had always dressed tightly to cover up the ugliness of her body.

The cursed skin was covered with scars and wrinkles as if it had been soaked in strong acid, and even emitted a strong stench.

Seeing the butterfly patterns all over Sally's body, Deya thought of the pain Sally had experienced before. He asked softly, "It must have been very painful before, Sally."

Sally shook her head, but she felt it was not good to lie to Deya, so she nodded again and said, "It was very painful at the beginning. I still remember that I would cry in pain every time when I was a child.

But when I got older and got used to the pain, I never cried again."

Sally lowered her head, looking at the butterfly marks all over her body, and asked shyly, "Lord Deya, isn't this very ugly? I might as well put on some clothes..."

Even in modern times, many men do not like women with large tattoos, let alone in this world.

Especially for female nobles, they were absolutely not allowed to tattoo anything on their skin, as it was a symbol of barbarism and rudeness.

Because only those orcs would tattoo various patterns on their bodies.

However, Deya is very calm about this. If the tattoo on a girl is beautiful enough, it can also be a different kind of beauty.

Especially since Sally did not do this on purpose, the butterfly patterns on her body represented the sufferings she had endured in the past and were a symbol of Sally's strong will.

Looking at Sally standing naked in front of him, with a body that truly belonged to God, as a normal man, Deya only felt dry mouth.

He waved to Sally and said, "Come here."

Celeste obediently walked to Deya's front. Because she was tall and Deya was sitting on a chair.

When Deya looked up, he had a strange feeling that he was in a weak position.

His hand gently stroked Sally's white skin, stroking the butterfly-like patterns.

These butterflies are not just simple colors like real tattoos. They have slight bumps and are more like scars left on the body.

Deya raised his head and looked at Sally's face, whose breathing became rapid and flushed. His hand fell on the pair of wonderful wings again.

Sally's wings were covered with colorful flowers. Deya curiously rubbed and touched them and found that the touch of these flowers was no different from a real flower.

And those flowers seemed to be shy. When Deya touched them, the petals would shrink, making people understand what true beauty that could eclipse the moon and shame the flowers meant.

At the same time, an extremely pleasant floral scent lingered on Deya's hands. This smell was exactly the same as the divine things that Sally had given to Deya before. Just smelling it would make people addicted to it.

'This thing is not like poppy.'

Deya murmured in his heart that the smell alone could make people addicted and obsessed, and it was easy for people to think of some bad things.

But when I think about the fact that Sallyste herself is one with the God of Corruption, and that this god's ministry sounds very corrupt, then the flowers that bloom from corruption are indeed as beautiful and deadly as poison.

Sally only felt her skin itchy, and goose bumps appeared on her skin where Deya's hand brushed against her. She wanted to hug Deya in front of her, but Deya did not give her any orders, so she did not dare to act rashly.

"Salister, I have a task for you."

Deya played with the gorgeous body in front of him as if he were admiring a beautiful doll.

"Lord Deya, please tell me, no matter what the task is, no matter how difficult it is, I will complete it for you."

Sally gritted her teeth, trying hard to keep her will clear, and said tremblingly.

She found that being in front of Lord Deya was even more difficult than facing the will of the god.

When faced with the divine will that wanted to take over her body, Sally was able to maintain her sanity and resist.

But in front of Lord Deya, in Lord Deya's magical hands, she felt that her consciousness was gradually lost.

"This is not a difficult task. I don't expect to change your inferiority complex. I even like your obedient attitude.

But in some matters, you can't just listen to others, but you have to have your own opinions and take the initiative, for example, in matters between men and women."

Deya pursed his dry lips and said quickly: "...Now, let's play a game. This is the task I gave you.

If I lose the ability to resist now and can let you do whatever you want to me, what do you want to do to me? "

"I want to hug you."

"Then do it!"

The next moment, Deya felt that he was almost suffocated. His whole body was held in Sally's arms. The fragrance and gentle squeeze at the tip of his nose made it difficult for him to breathe.

Is this the joy of a small horse pulling a big cart?

Celeste hugged Deya tightly, as if she wanted to rub him into her body.

Fortunately, Celeste was consciously controlling her strength, otherwise Deya felt that all the bones in his body would be broken by her hug.

"Very good, now that you have me in your arms, what else do you want to do?"

The buried Deya said sullenly.

"I want to kiss you." "Then don't hesitate, do as you think. Remember, I have lost my resistance now, you can do whatever you want to me."

Celeste became more and more excited, and her kisses rained down on Deya's face and neck.

She seemed to gradually understand how to play this game.

Then, Deya found that he seemed really unable to move.

Sally's seemingly slender but strong hands tightly grasped his shoulders. It was not painful, but it also restricted Deya's joint movement.

The fire in Sally's heart burned completely. She suddenly sat on Deya's legs and began to tear off his clothes.

Deya, who was controlled, was completely unable to move and could only let Sallyst do whatever she wanted.

But how should I put it, actually Deya really likes others to take the initiative. It's too tiring to move by himself. Wouldn't it be better to just close your eyes, lie down and enjoy it!
The huge wings behind Sallyst closed, covering the two of them in an enclosed space.

Countless butterflies fell on Deya's body. In the poison-like fragrance, Deya was like facing Mavis's charm spell and was completely immersed in it.

……

At the other end of the corridor outside Deya's house, Lamia had a cold expression on her face. She folded her hands on her abdomen, and her dark eyes calmly looked at Sally who walked into Deya's house.

Beside her, Mavis clenched her fists. Under her snow-white dress was a pair of naked, crystal-clear feet. Her seductive toes subconsciously clasped the soft carpet beneath her feet.

"Who is that woman?"

Mavis didn't know Sally, she had only heard of this name occasionally in the past.

Because she had never met her, she never cared about the so-called Second Princess of Susaytani.

In Mavis's impression, she only heard that the princess was cursed since birth, had a physical disability, and was extremely ugly.

Although she didn't want to laugh at the other person's ugliness, she didn't regard him as a competitor either.

Such an ordinary person is not qualified to compete with her at all.

But when Mavis met Celeste, she found that things were not as she had imagined.

Is this called ugly? Although Sally's beauty is rather different, it is definitely not related to ugliness.

Especially with Sally's strength, even Mavis felt a huge sense of oppression.

Even the proud other self didn't dare to show up in front of Celeste.

If this is the power brought by the curse, then I guess everyone in this world would be longing for the curse.

Of course, Mavis also understood that the extraordinary power that Sallyst possessed, which was comparable to that of a god, must have been obtained at a huge price.

"Salistel, the second princess of Susaitani."

Facing Mavis' question, Lamia replied coldly.

"Of course I know her name is Sallysit. I was just asking her what happened. You didn't tell me that the princess had such a powerful strength."

Mavis asked in a nervous whisper.

Lamia also shook her head in confusion: "Even if you ask me, I'm not sure."

"Then you still said that she has a weak character? You told me that her proactive and bold behavior is weakness?"

Mavis felt that Lamia was lying to her and telling her false information.

Lamia hesitated for a moment and said, “She is a little bold, completely different from the one I saw in the past.

Maybe... maybe Celeste noticed Deya's weakness and found that Deya was not good at dealing with women, so she made this decision.

No, that's not right. That woman is not simple. She used to use her physical disability to try to get Deya's attention. "

Lamia placed one hand on her chin, looking like a thinker.

"what?"

Mavis widened her emerald eyes, wondering if her ears were broken and she had heard it wrongly.

Lamia: What did you say? She said Deya is not good with women?
Indeed, he did not have many wives and concubines around him, and it could not even be said that he was surrounded by beautiful women. Moreover, Deya was a very serious person and was not the kind of person who would have casual relationships with women.

Especially considering Deya's status and position as a noble, his private life is very clean, which is quite incredible.

But if you say that the man is not good at dealing with women, Mavis will never believe it.

The man actually has a very gentle personality. He doesn't even need any tricks. With his status, position, strength and appearance, this gentleness alone is enough to make countless women fall in love with him.

Especially since Deya is well-known for his shrewdness, it is difficult for him to be deceived by a woman.

Mavis felt that Lamia was mentally damaged. This woman's thinking was completely different from that of normal people, and many of her ways of thinking were really weird.

Mavis thought that this witch might not be a good comrade.

"Forget it. I can't control what Deya wants to do. If I do, he will hate me. The contract between us is still there. Even if he wants to cancel it, I won't agree."

Lamia touched the collar around her neck.

To others, it is just a beautiful necklace, but it is actually a contract between Lamia and Deya.

The contract is for ten years.

Two years ago, Lamia was still looking forward to the 10 years passing quickly so that she could regain her freedom, and she was even worried that Deya would go back on his word.

But now, she hopes that this ten-year contract can be extended a little longer, to a hundred years... no, it would be better if it could be a thousand years!

"Anyway, Deya and I have already had an intimate relationship. He is not the kind of person who will abandon his lover after having sex with him. I don't have to worry about him. Someone should worry about himself."

Lamia glanced at Mavis, turned around and left.

"Tsk, why is she so proud! Did that woman do it on purpose? Besides, what's so good about Deya? She only cares about men all day long. Why should I be like them? I'm not interested in Deya!"

Mavis muttered indignantly.

"You should face your own heart. It's not a good habit to always say one thing and mean another."

"Damn it, when did you show up? Didn't you say you were weak and needed to rest?"

Saint Mavis was startled. A voice with another tone just came out of her mouth. It was her own half.

"The Year of the Feminine is almost over, and the Year of the Masculine is about to begin. My strength has also begun to recover."

"Why did you hide before? Are you so afraid of that Sallysit?"

"You are not strong enough, so you cannot see her essence, nor can you see her corrupt, rotten, and immortal power. This is just my instinct."

"Then why did you run out now?!"

"Because that girl named Celeste is one of us, and she may become a comrade-in-arms who I can trust with my life in the future, so of course I am not afraid of her."

Witch Mavis said slowly.

“Mavis, you have to be brave. Based on my observation and understanding of Deya, he is not actually a proactive person, but he is not someone who will refuse either.

You are brave enough to express your ideas, he will definitely not reject you. "

Saint Mavis snorted, "Of course, I don't think any man would reject me."

"Ah, you're right. I don't think any man would reject us. If he does, I'll use enchantment to make him fall in love with me."

Saint Mavis snorted again: "Why do you always push me to do this kind of thing? Can't you take the initiative yourself? You're a woman in heat!"

"If you need me to help you boost your courage, that's fine. We share this body anyway. Why don't you go first? You can let me take over when you're halfway through."

The witch Mavis instigated and said that she looked like she was just having fun, and she didn't care whether it would cost her or not, because there would be another self who would take half of the responsibility anyway.

"Don't say that for now. Are you embarrassed? Let me think about it."

Mavis pursed her lips, turned around and left the corridor.

After the witches left, Patricia's figure appeared in the air in the corridor.

She held a white porcelain cup in her hand, took a sip of black tea, and looked with interest in the direction where the two witches left.

"It's really interesting."

Patricia chuckled.

She glanced at the door of Deya's house. Even though the soundproofing here was very good, with her hearing ability she could still hear the faint and wild voice coming from the house.

"Heh, you're playing around quite a bit. You've even made the body of the God of Corruption grow a little bigger."

Patricia muttered something and her figure slowly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)