I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 758

Chapter 140: Alice Finally Belongs to You

Growing up in the harsh environment of the slums, lacking love, Alice always put herself last.

Only by doing so could she survive.

Roy knew very well that whether it was for her extraordinary ascension or becoming a saint, she didn’t care about anything as long as he asked.

But not caring and being willing were two different concepts.

Because her feelings were so pure, Roy didn’t want to mix in any impurities, tainting her feelings for him, and unintentionally making her feel wronged.

Even the slightest bit of grievance was unacceptable.

So, he had to get her verbal acknowledgment.

“Alice, do you want me?”

“The union of man and woman is not a trivial matter. I hope you think carefully before answering me.”

The girl was momentarily stunned, then fell silent for a while.

“Master, can I touch your head?”

The abrupt reply left Roy a bit confused, but he still fulfilled her request.

The girl snuggled against his palm, obedient and sweet like a beloved puppy, her moist, soft golden hair as luxurious as the finest silk.

With her eyes closed in contentment, such a simple act made Alice feel like she was basking in warm sunshine.

“Initially, Alice didn’t quite understand the meaning of this action.”

“But, Master has taught me so much.”

It was that glimmer of light in the darkness that made one yearn for more brightness.

Because of her encounter with Roy, Alice, who had never hoped for the future, first felt what warmth meant and began to crave more.

Even though as a maid, even though as a saint, she had already received so much, but only his presence, his voice, his breath left Alice craving endlessly, never able to be satisfied.

“Alice knows that maids shouldn’t be disrespectful to their masters, and saints shouldn’t betray their purity. But, really, it doesn’t matter how those things are…”

Facing the light within reach, at this moment, she could no longer deceive herself.

Alice lifted her head, her cheeks flushed, mustering all her strength to whisper her heart’s desire: “Alice wants to be your girl and dedicate everything to you.”

Then, a gentle breeze swirled around.

The pure white bathrobe fell to her ankles, revealing her flawless beauty with no more cover.

Under the moonlight’s soft glow, with the faint candlelight, the silver sheen shrouded the platinum-haired girl in a hazy dream, the sacred atmosphere highlighting her unparalleled beauty.

With an angelic purity, a girl even more beautiful than an iris, she blossomed shyly towards her only one before drifting into his embrace.

“Master… no, Roy, don’t you want me?”

Don’t want you?

That thought wasn’t even possible.

His heart seemed ready to burst, and his mind was a hot mess.

Roy’s breathing shook with every intake.

Of course, his body craved it.

But the real thing that struck his soul and shattered his reservations was the girl’s purest feelings.

Facing the heartfelt dedication of the one he loved, any hesitation at this moment would be trampling upon this sentiment.

Of course, I want you.

His breath had become too heated to articulate, so Roy transformed that explosive feeling into action, sealing it with a kiss on the girl’s lips.

Alice’s eyes widened slightly, only to soon glisten with moisture, surrendering completely.

After a silent kiss, both of their breaths were in disarray.

Alice turned into a gluttonous puppy, unable to help but lunge forward, awkwardly delivering her softer-than-petals lips again and again, while her cheeks blushed a deeper shade.

Responding eagerly to the girl’s adorable gestures, Roy hastily shed his burdens.

His well-defined muscles bore the scars of holy light; even a bit more vigorous activity would summon the goddess’s fury and unbearable pain.

But all of it faded away in Alice’s unblemished embrace like a retreating tide.

The two tumbled onto the bed.

The tidy sheets became disordered, and the iris petals fell like angel feathers, unfurling in the pure sacred fire.

With the sound of a long, clear silver bell ringing, Alice furrowed her brow.

The moonlight shimmered and danced, casting the image of two pearl-like tears on the girl’s face, seemingly filled with pain yet more like joy.

Even so, she held tightly onto the boy’s burning body, unwilling to let go for even a second.

“Does it hurt?” Roy stopped moving.

He felt a pang of hurt.

Without answering, Alice silently shook her head.

Then, she parted her lips slightly, seeking a comfort more direct than words with her trembling breath.

Brief yet deep.

Intertwining with breaths were their temperatures, and sticking closely with heartbeats were their souls.

At this moment, they were no longer separate.

The pure white holy light slowly radiated, tracing the contour of angelic wings.

The beautiful scene left Roy momentarily stunned.

“What’s wrong?” Alice panted for a moment, then anxiously asked, “Do you dislike it?”

The once-admired pure white wings now seemed to shrink ever so slightly.

“How could that be?” Roy chuckled softly, then gently traversed over the delicate figure, lovingly caressing Alice’s wings.

“I like it, why wouldn’t I?”

Perhaps overly sensitive, the girl couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper.

Shy yet without repulsion, the wings fully unfurled, rubbing gently against Roy’s palm.

Holy light overflowed, flowing with a hazy beauty.

The pure, saintly presence of the girl actually softened Roy’s desires, bringing about a guilt trip: “Is this really okay?”

“Doing this to a saint in a sacred church…”

“It’s fine.” Alice shook her head.

“Lady Teresa said it’s okay.”

“And besides…”

She held Roy’s hand tightly, pushing him deep into the warm depths of her wings, the girl blossoming with a smile more captivating than an angel’s: “Alice doesn’t belong to the goddess, she only belongs to you.”

That’s right, the seraph with the divine nature of Sequence 4, now was no longer the goddess’s sword bearer, but rather his girl.

Roy’s guilt instantly evaporated, replaced by an overflowing and uncontrollable love.

The innocent wings scattered with the wind, tinting petals, candlelight, curtains, everything in the room, and the boy embracing the girl with a name and color called holy.

Alice’s initial expression of mild pain gradually melted like warm currents, becoming ever softer, more enchanting, and increasingly radiant in a rosy hue.

The distant indifference in her eyes had long since vanished, replaced with teary mist that gently trickled down.

No need for too much awareness; simply letting the body’s instincts and emotional cravings dance freely was enough.

Interlaced fingers, sweet breath, affectionate gazes, the sweet smiles blooming amidst the intensity, made the beautiful dance even more intoxicating.

Nightfall arrived, the starlight obscured.

A soft mist silently enveloped the church below, bringing a profound tranquility.

Yet beneath the silence, a storm was brewing, warm currents surged, and a beautiful waltz with angels unfolded.

Until the evening breeze finally dispersed the mist.

The cool silver light re-emerged, and doves from who knows where soared from the sacred church, flying towards the cloud sea of the night.

A dance came to an end.

The holy light gradually faded.

The sacred ritual signaled its conclusion.

Once the tumultuous breaths calmed a little, the angel soft on the iris petals finally blushed, lost in the afterglow of love, smiling through her tears.

Happy and dazed.

“Alice, you truly belong to me now…”