In the northern part of town, the door to the house Lilith had prepared for the three distinguished guests from the Nine Provinces was opened gently. Galio made sure not to make too much noise.
It was already very late by the time she returned home after parting with Wei Yang in the garden, and it was time for Princess Lulu to rest. If the princess were woken up, she would be unhappy.
Including Galio, no one wanted to make Lulu unhappy.
Cursed Techniques were divided into innate and acquired types, with innate techniques being extremely rare. However, this was not a blessing from the gods, but rather an ominous omen.
Innate Cursed Technique users often experienced rampages during infancy because they could not control their power. Once such an unlucky child was born among the common folk, they would simply be discarded in some corner to fend for themselves.
Lulu was one of those innate users, a girl whose body played host to two souls. Fortunately, she had been born as a princess within the “greenhouse” of the Nine Provinces.
With the resources of the Nine Provinces, Lulu grew up smoothly until the age of 11. Unfortunately, an accident eventually triggered a rampage. After another soul occupied her body, she viewed everyone around her as monsters and began a slaughter before fleeing the imperial palace and vanishing.
The imperial family finally found her several months later. In the days that followed, Lulu never rampaged again, but she also never used her Cursed Technique. Even so, she had become a powerhouse whose strength rivaled that of Uraume of the Frozen Star.
She had simply become incredibly cold, ruthless, and capricious. She did not care about the opinions of others and judged right from wrong solely based on power.
She was almost like… a “Demon King.”
Galio carefully closed the door and returned to her own room.
***
Wei Yang woke up by the garden wall, her body wracked with a sharp pain. She forced herself to stand and approached Ah Li. At this moment, the magic vortices that had previously surrounded Ah Li had vanished. She lay there quietly, looking like a sleeping beauty.
Leaving her here wasn’t an option. In desperation, Wei Yang tried to pick her up.
She couldn’t lift her.
She tried several times, then tried again after using divine power to strengthen her arms. Wei Yang was certain now.
‘This girl is a heavy filly…’
‘How can her figure be this good?! My own “milk candies” aren’t small, but hers are even more excessive. Carrying this weight every day, doesn’t it make it hard for her to stand straight? Is her spine okay?’
Moreover, it wasn’t just the chest; even her hips were…
Wei Yang quickly shook her head, telling herself to stop overthinking.
‘Why do I feel like I’m becoming more and more of a pervert? Have I been assimilated?’
“Tsk… Right, I still have Divine Arts I can use.”
She recalled the effects of her Divine Arts during those two accidents. Once, it had turned Lu Ran into an adult, and another time, it had made Ah Li’s already beautiful and alluring figure even more illegal.
From this, she knew her Divine Art had a “pro max” effect on body size. Didn’t that mean that as long as she used it on herself, she would have more “pawa”? If that were the case, she would definitely be able to pick Ah Li up.
Without further delay—as the horizon was already beginning to brighten—she had to get the unconscious woman home before the townspeople came out.
Wei Yang raised her arms and covered her face with her hands. Pinkish-purple divine light constantly overflowed, and as the divine power was re-injected into herself, her body gradually began to transform.
Her long hair no longer stopped at her waist, growing until it reached her ankles, while several new cherry-white highlights appeared. Her chest was no longer at the level of “candy”; it was now more like “pudding.” Because there was no restrictive underwear, the towering puddings swayed, making the wrinkles in her dress even more pronounced.
Wei Yang’s frame grew a size larger, and her height broke past 1.7 meters. The hem of her skirt could barely cover her bottom. She somewhat regretted not wearing a larger size; the dress was deathly tight now that her body had grown.
But what was even more deadly…
“No way, does that ridiculous aphrodisiac effect work on myself too?!”
Dizzying waves of heat constantly hit her. Desperately suppressing the urge to “eat papayas and drink fresh milk,” she quickly scooped Ah Li up. This time, she carried the nun in her arms with considerable ease and began jogging toward the other woman’s house. However, after only a few steps, she stopped and decided to change from a jog to a fast walk.
Why?
It was all the puddings’ fault. She was already boiling hot, and the friction between her sensitive points and the gauze layer of the tube top was killing her SAN.
‘Yu Tu was right; at least I should have worn pasties.’
But she couldn’t stop yet. At least not until she reached this perverted nun’s house. As for the rest…
She would leave it to fate.
Wei Yang truly didn’t know what would happen.
Finally, after 7 minutes, she arrived at the nun’s house by the windmill. Wei Yang slammed the door open with her shoulder. Once inside, she ignored the scattered wine bottles on the floor and tossed Ah Li onto the bed before turning back to shut the door tightly.
Wei Yang turned around and looked at Ah Li with a grim expression.
Ah Li’s consciousness was slowly returning. Her last memory was using her Cursed Technique, Jupiter, in an attempt to pull in and absorb the little Snow Fox’s divine power.
Unfortunately, there was one thing she had miscalculated: divine power and magic power were incompatible. After black sparks flew, she had lost consciousness.
‘So, I should be under Wei Yang’s control now. This is bad.’
‘Wait? Why do I have an ominous feeling? What’s going on?’
Ah Li opened her eyes.
Ah Li closed her eyes.
Ah Li opened her eyes again in disbelief.
Oh, so she hadn’t seen wrong. This was reality.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!!! What are you going to do?!”
“What do you think? Why ask such an obvious question?”
“No, it’s not like that! You should first—”
Before she could finish, Wei Yang silenced her.
“Shut up.”
Ah Li pinned her last hopes on using her Cursed Technique to resist Wei Yang, but she discovered in despair that she couldn’t feel even a spark of magic power.
Wei Yang also noticed her little scheme and narrowed her eyes at the disobedient nun.
“I’ve already sealed your magic circuits. It’s only for a brief 2 hours, but that’s enough. If you don’t have your fill, we can just go for another 2 hours~”
But in the next instant, Wei Yang’s face went dark, and she lowered her head, no longer looking at her.
Looking at the suddenly despondent Angel, a flurry of question marks pinned themselves over Ah Li’s head.
Although she said no, she was actually secretly looking forward to the passive, submissive role. So why did the little Snow Fox suddenly get depressed?
Under extreme tension, a girl’s body can sometimes wet itself. Realizing this, Wei Yang felt like she was going to crumble.
Dignity and honor were equally drenched.
“Um, that… are you okay?”
Wei Yang’s eyes were spinning in circles as she turned her head with a look of utter despair.
“O-Okay? Like hell I am! Waaaah~”
She hadn’t wanted to cry, but this body was different; the tear ducts were abnormally developed. Once her emotions surfaced, tears began to roll down uncontrollably.
Ah Li was stunned, not knowing if she should comfort her or what.
“Uh, anyway, er, am I safe?”
Wei Yang cried even harder, wailing and sobbing with everything she had.