"Whole?"
Hearing Heimer's words, Kirukiru Amou twitched the corner of her mouth, as if she had heard a joke.
However, when Kirukiru Amou tried to stand up from the bed to display her usual aura, reality proved cruel.
The moment Kirukiru Amou tried to use her waist, "Hiss!" A wave of soreness and numbness, so intense she almost lost sensation, instantly coursed through her entire body.
Kirukiru Amou's body went limp; the half-risen figure immediately lost support and collapsed back onto the soft mattress.
Even worse—because the movement was too abrupt, the thin velvet blanket that had barely covered the glimpse of spring at her chest slid down mercilessly once again, pulled by gravity along her smooth skin.
This time, it slid down completely, without reservation, piling up right at the most dangerous edge of her waist.
"..."
Kirukiru Amou remained silent.
"See?"
"Since you're awake, get some proper rest."
"Right now, you're struggling even to stand."
"Getting a good sleep to recover your stamina is what's important."
Seeing this, Heimer pulled the blanket that had slid to Kirukiru Amou's waist back up. He covered her tightly, pulling it all the way up to her chin, leaving only her head exposed.
Then, he picked up the folded piece of parchment from the nightstand, gave it a casual flick to unfold it, and presented it directly in front of Kirukiru Amou.
"And..."
"Take a look at this."
"These are the fruits of the battle you risked your life for last night."
"I believe you'll be satisfied with them."
Kirukiru Amou had initially turned her head away in shame and anger, but upon hearing this, she subconsciously turned her gaze back. At first, her eyes were unfocused, but when she saw the rows of changing data on it, her phoenix eyes widened instantly.
"Your skill, 'Delusion of Struggle,' has an unexpectedly subjective judgment mechanism."
"It is not limited to fights involving swords."
"Whether it activates or not depends entirely on you—Kirukiru Amou—and whether you view the situation before you as a struggle that requires your all."
"In the situation last night, even when your reason had collapsed, even when your body had surrendered, in your subconscious, you still didn't give up the thought of winning, did you?"
"You wanted to turn the tables, to seize the initiative during the process, to test a god's bottom line... even when exhausted, you were still countering me in your own way."
"It was that obsession to oppose me that was recognized by 'Delusion of Struggle'."
"Therefore, it converted everything from last night into your experience points."
"And because the opponent was me, the growth rate of all your status values doubled."
Hearing this analysis, Kirukiru Amou was stunned.
"Heh..."
"What is this..."
After a long while, Kirukiru Amou twitched her mouth.
"This skill of mine is surprisingly convenient."
"Yes, indeed." Heimer nodded, deeply agreeing with this point.
"I didn't expect your skill—'Delusion of Struggle'—to count even this kind of situation."
"This judgment mechanism is truly unexpectedly subjective."
"Subjective?" Kirukiru Amou chewed on these two words. The light in her phoenix eyes, which had been slightly unfocused due to her physical soreness, was now like dry firewood thrown into a spark, refocusing and igniting.
If this method could be considered a struggle... if it could be converted into effective experience points... then...
"Since that's the case..."
"God..."
Kirukiru Amou's eyes burned, carrying a near-fanatical obsession. "Are you interested in going again right now?!"
"Since I've figured out the rules on my body now!"
"Even if I can't move my body now, I can still—"
"Denied!"
Before Kirukiru Amou could finish those bold words that would make any man's blood boil, Heimer ruthlessly rejected her. "Don't even think about it."
Of course, as a god, Heimer didn't have any'saint mode.' Moreover, in this world, the boundary between gods and humans was already blurred.
After this time, that layer of window paper had been completely pierced; once this kind of thing happened once, there would naturally be countless times in the future. Since it had already happened, pretending to be proper now would just seem hypocritical and pretentious.
However, Heimer lowered his eyes slightly, looking helplessly at Kirukiru Amou, who had been tossed to the point where she couldn't even get out of bed, yet was still thinking about how to get back at him. He shook his head.
"Although I am one hundred percent willing to accept your challenge, no matter how many times, it doesn't matter."
"But look at yourself now."
"You can barely lift your arm, and you still want to challenge me again?"
"Although your spirit is indeed commendable, I also quite appreciate this drive to become stronger."
"But before your body has fully recovered, I will not allow you to mess around."
"The prerequisite for everything is that you can still stand."
"I won't let you wear yourself out into a cripple."
Having said that, to let Kirukiru Amou have a clearer understanding of her current state, Heimer's hand began to become a bit restless.
His fingertips traced her lower abdomen, sweeping over the smooth and firm mermaid line. The delicate sensation on her skin became taut due to its owner's tension, intentionally stirring up waves of fine numbness, causing Kirukiru Amou's body to instantly stiffen.
However, Heimer had no intention of stopping. He continued down to the soles of her feet. Where his hand touched, it was delicate, smooth, and cool. Her ankles were slender and exquisite, as if they could be easily snapped with one hand, yet they contained the explosive power to kick rocks to pieces. And at this moment.
This foot was being held and toyed with in Heimer's palm.
The instep was arched high, taut in a seductive curve, and the toes were curled tightly together due to extreme shame, with a faint pink hue visible on the neatly trimmed nails.
"Let... let go... you..."
Kirukiru Amou's brows were furrowed tightly, her teeth clenched.
Her face, usually so arrogant and cold, was uncharacteristically filled with an expression of shame and humiliation, her ears flushed deep red.
This feeling of being completely controlled... having absolutely no room to resist... and being forced to passively endure it... now that she was experiencing it, for Kirukiru Amou, it was even worse than being killed outright!
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