I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 757

Chapter 139: Alice, Do You Want Me?

In recent days, Roy found himself waking less and less. Even in his dreams, he could feel a cold, ruthless horror looming over him, throwing blazing white flames with an intensity that seemed determined to erase him completely.

Clearly, even if the church had temporarily pulled back, the Holy Light Goddess was still furious.

The erosion of the Holy Light was pressing on him.

Roy had to start considering the method that Rowlin had mentioned.

However, he certainly couldn’t say, “I want to use your body to eliminate the erosion,” such a ridiculous statement!

That would be just using her body as a tool, nothing but exploiting her, which is no different from how the church used Alice to become a Seraph.

If possible, it’d be best if he proposed the union out of love.

Healing the erosion would just be a side effect!

The delicate little angel wouldn’t refuse him, and as for Charlotte and the others, eliminating the Holy Light’s erosion would be a good excuse.

But before Roy found the chance to persuade them, he was informed that the church actually had a secret ritual that could permanently eliminate the erosion.

What the heck?!

Why hadn’t they said anything about this before, and why now of all times?!

Just when he was about to go all in, they tell him it’s unnecessary?

Roy, who had finally made up his mind, was left utterly disappointed.

It seemed that achieving harmony in life would have to wait until he’d completely recovered.

But wait, when that time comes, without the excuse of healing the erosion, would Charlotte and the others really still agree to let him and Alice… you know…?

Just thinking about it, it felt like a huge loss!

People are always contradictory; when there’s a chance, they hesitate, and when it’s gone, they regret, tears streaming down their faces.

But putting everything aside, healing the erosion was indeed a good thing.

That night, following the ritual’s requirements, Roy bathed early, donned a pure white bathrobe, and stepped into his room.

However, what greeted him was not the usual monotonous scene.

Holy white candles surrounded him, flickering quietly, and the faint scent of holy water drifted like a gentle dance, bringing peace to his mind. Beneath the bed lay a complex and beautiful Holy Light array, alongside countless expensive holy white stones.

And that familiar double bed was now covered in irises, their petals glowing under the moonlight, creating an atmosphere that was both sacred and beautiful, perfectly harmonizing with the serene ambiance.

Yet, aside from the sacredness, something felt off to Roy.

While the ritual site needed some preparations, was it really necessary to sprinkle petals on the bed? More to the point, why was the ritual being held in the bedroom?!

A strange premonition made Roy’s heart race inexplicably.

Until he heard a polite but slightly shy knock from behind.

“Master, may I come in?”

“Of course.”

No, the usual Alice wouldn’t be shy enough to knock on the door of her own room.

The door opened, and a fragrant breeze wafted in.

His previously restless heart skipped a beat, then surged wildly.

Roy finally got his answer.

Because this was nothing like the usual Alice.

Gone was the heavy and complicated holy robe, replaced with a thin, loose pure white bathrobe, which was the only decoration on her.

Her damp golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her flawless white skin peeked from the slightly open neckline and sleeves, revealing delicate legs and even bare feet with no reservation, showcasing an astonishingly enchanting sight.

But most importantly, unlike her usual cool indifference, Alice was now holding her chest, gaze downcast, even her cute, rounded toes slightly curled, depicting shyness unique to her.

Like an iris glimmering with evening dew under the moonlight, blooming with unprecedented beauty and allure, it was surreal.

The two of them sat on the bed, just like usual, but didn’t snuggle under the covers like they often did.

They maintained a distance that wasn’t too close nor too far, sitting upright, neither daring to glance too long at the other, as if a barrier lay between them.

Eventually, it was Roy who broke the silence first.

“I’ll ask, Alice, do you want to… you know…?”

Even he could tell, tonight’s ritual was anything but ordinary.

Alice slightly retracted her neck, fiddling with the hem of her clothes, legs crossed together, and nodded gently: “Mhm.”

“This, this is part of the ritual.”

“Consuming a large amount of holy white stones and casting a high-level extraordinary array, the White Harbor ritual can temporarily enhance my bloodline level, but that alone isn’t enough.”

“To fully eliminate the erosion, our bodies and souls must completely merge, allowing the Holy Light to permeate through the master’s body and mind.”

Alice spoke in a very flat tone, lacking any intonation, her words rushing out as if she were reciting a script.

Combine… The White Harbor really has a solid foundation, reaching the same conclusion as Rowlin.

Roy, feeling troubled, rubbed his temples and sighed: “Is there really no other way?”

Alice lifted her head, replying instantly: “No!”

“If Master is worried about Charlotte and the others, Alice has already discussed it in advance and received their consent.”

“And…”

She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting downwards, and said softly: “Master wants it too, right? After all, it happens every day…”

Pfft!

Roy instantly clamped his legs together, his face burning red, feeling completely undone.

What the heck?

His virtuous image was about to be ruined!

Roy wailed: “This, this is just a normal male physiological reaction!”

“It’s okay, Alice understands.”

“So, as long as Master wants, feel free to use Alice to solve the problem.”

In the next moment, Alice stood up and walked over to Roy.

Seemingly having made up her mind, the girl took a deep breath, then resolutely placed her hand on her robe.

Her eyes sparkled, her brows lifted slightly, and for the first time that night, Alice looked directly at him, offering a purity more beautiful than any rippling lake and a hint of seduction.

“After all, to eliminate the erosion, this is only natural, right?”

However, she never expected at that moment, Roy would rise, hold her hands, and stop her actions, pulling her clothes back together.

The young boy turned his gaze elsewhere, chuckling bitterly: “No need for that.”

“…Eh?”

This scene reminded Alice of the night they had first met.

Roy had stopped her foolish actions with the exact same gesture.

His touch was always so gentle.

But this time, it brought deep unease to Alice.

“Engaging in such things for the ritual to eliminate the Holy Light erosion is something I can’t do. Because that’s equivalent to exploiting your bloodline, taking something precious from you at will.”

Alice opened her mouth but was overwhelmed by the anxiety springing from within, unable to make a sound.

When the young boy placed his hand on her shoulders, an overwhelming fear nearly suffocated her.

If, if he pushed her away now, perhaps she would end up like the goddess taking over the nest.

But in the next moment, the boy held her face.

His eyes were darker than the night but shone brighter than the stars, reflecting her shadow, their gazes locked in a profound connection.

“Unless you want to do it yourself.”

“Alice, do you want me?”