The scene shifted.
Lucia and Ivsha followed closely behind Kurose Akira as they entered the bedroom together.
Akira sat down on the bed, his gaze moving back and forth between the two women as he asked casually,"Which of you is going first?"
Lucia stepped forward."I will."
"Then please, Saintess, after you~"
Ivsha smiled gracefully, showing no objection at all.
Lucia walked up to Akira and reached out with slender fingers, gently grasping his wrist.
Golden light flickered at her fingertips, brilliant as a morning star.
In a calm, cool voice, she said,"I will purify your body with light magic and extract the divine blood from within you. There may be some discomfort during the process… endure it."
As she spoke, a faint blush crept onto Lucia's cheeks. The words felt oddly familiar—almost as if Akira had once said something very similar to her…
"Oh."
Akira nodded calmly, showing no visible concern.
He trusted Lucia's technique. Surely she wouldn't make him suffer unbearably…
Several minutes later, Akira deeply regretted that trust.
"Hiss—"
As the light magic slowly flowed into his body, it felt as though countless ants were crawling through his muscles, bringing an indescribable mixture of itching and pain.
"Hold on," Lucia said softly. "It will pass soon."
"..."
Akira clenched his brows tightly. Though his body was enduring intense torment, he could clearly feel the blood of the Goddess of Love gradually gathering inside him, flowing toward his wrist.
At this pace, given enough time, it really was possible to strip the divine blood from his body.
But—
He looked up at Lucia and noticed that her cheeks were flushed, her golden-red eyes trembling faintly, as if something was affecting her as well.
Akira lowered his gaze to his wrist. Lucia's fingertips were glowing with brilliant gold light—but within that radiance, he sensed a faint trace of crimson magic flowing backward, quietly invading Lucia's body.
He immediately understood.
It was his own power influencing her—his tainted, lust-infused magic colliding with Lucia's holy light. For a Saintess of the Holy Church, this was nothing short of blasphemy.
"Lucia… are you alright?"
Concern crept into Akira's voice.
He noticed her body beginning to tremble slightly, her legs unconsciously pressing together.
"I… I'm fine."
Lucia bit down hard on her red lips, forcing her voice to remain steady. She was already close to her limit—but her pride would not allow her to stop.
Seeing this, Akira could only continue to trust her.
At that moment, Ivsha moved in close from behind Lucia. Her slender fingers brushed gently across Lucia's flushed cheek as she whispered softly, her voice dripping with temptation:
"Saintess, if you can't hold on anymore, you can leave Mr. Akira to me~"
"No need!"
Lucia rejected Ivsha's suggestion coldly, increasing the output of her light magic in an attempt to suppress the invading lustful power.
At the same time, a sharper wave of pain surged through Akira like a tide.
His brows knit tightly, his expression contorted.
Seeing this, Ivsha immediately nestled herself into his arms and asked softly,"My dear Mr. Akira… what's wrong?"
Akira clenched his teeth, keeping his voice as steady as possible."It hurts a bit… but I can endure it."
Sweat had already formed on his brow, yet he couldn't activate his half-dragon transformation. While that would ease the pain, it would also make the Goddess of Love's blood even harder to extract.
"Don't worry~ leave it to me, Mr. Akira~ I'll help ease your pain~"
As she spoke, Ivsha gently brushed aside the mist veiling his holy light and pressed a soft, tender kiss against it.
Lucia's beautiful eyes widened in shock."What are you doing?!"
"Of course I'm relieving Mr. Akira's pain~"
Ivsha didn't stop her movements as she replied sweetly,"Saintess~ I can't just sit by and watch you break Mr. Akira~"
"What exactly are you implying?"
Lucia frowned slightly, unable to understand what Ivsha was getting at.
How could she possibly break Akira? He was the one who—
Cough—
Lucia decided to ignore Ivsha entirely and refocused on extracting the divine blood.
Half an hour passed quietly.
Lucia could feel her magic nearing exhaustion, yet the divine blood remained stubbornly resistant.
She was puzzled—but also helpless.
This was not her true body. The amount of magic she possessed was limited.
In the end, she had no choice but to give up.
Tap—
As the golden light faded from her fingertips, Lucia collapsed weakly onto the floor.
"So it seems the Saintess has failed?"
Ivsha released the holy light and smiled.
"Why is the divine blood so deeply rooted within your body?"
Lucia turned toward Akira, her eyes filled with confusion.
"This…"
Akira fell silent for a moment.
He didn't know the exact reason, but he was certain it was closely tied to his holy light.
The blood of the Goddess of Love seemed almost sentient, continuously converging toward his holy light, severely disrupting Lucia's magical guidance.
"…Sigh."
Lucia let out a quiet sigh, glanced at Ivsha, and said,"It's already late. I'll return for now. Let Ivsha help you separate the divine blood."
With that, she turned to leave.
But suddenly, Ivsha reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Don't rush off, Saintess~"
Lucia turned back, frowning slightly."What is it now?"
Ivsha immediately explained,"The divine blood inside Mr. Akira isn't something a little nun like me can handle alone. I was hoping the Saintess would assist me."
Lucia paused, then asked,"What do you need me to do?"
She didn't refuse.
"I need you to—"
Ivsha's tone turned playful, the corners of her lips curling upward.
Before Lucia could react, Ivsha yanked her forward, pulling her directly in front of the blazing, radiant holy light.
The sudden movement made Lucia's eyes widen instantly.
By the time she came back to her senses, she realized she was only a few centimeters away from that searing brilliance.
"Saintess~"
Ivsha's voice became unusually gentle at that moment.
"Please do your best! ヾ(°°)"