Chapter 1254 - 564: Don’t Speak, Keep Going...

Chapter 1254: Chapter 564: Don’t Speak, Keep Going...

He felt the slick touch and the oppressive feeling of being entangled, and it revitalized him.

"Hey! You... um."

Ophidia raised her hand and covered Herbert’s mouth again.

"Quiet."

Although her cheeks were flushed, her eyes tightly shut, she mumbled defiantly, "I told you not to speak."

"This is revenge!"

"Huh? Why is it getting bigger? Are you flexing your muscles? Are you resisting?"

"Wait... hiss!"

Ophidia complained but suddenly froze, realizing something was amiss.

Something doesn’t feel right?

A surge of knowledge in her mind kept reminding her what this change truly meant...

"Not right!"

At this moment, she instinctively wanted to stop, but it was too late.

"No, this is right."

Herbert had already pressed down the snake tail to prevent it from retreating.

Thinking of leaving now?

Too late!

Is this wrong?

No, dear friends, this is absolutely right!

"Continue, Ophidia."

"I... um."

This time, Herbert covered Ophidia’s lips, winked at her, and smiled slightly.

"Shh, don’t speak, continue."

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Molten Hell.

After Herbert left, Kreti remained curled up in her room.

"... Tsk!"

As they say, for many people who aren’t good at arguing, the best language organization ability is always post-event.

A step back may not lead to a vast sky, but certainly leads to increasing anger.

Kreti was stuck in this situation.

She was not satisfied with her previous performance, feeling worse and angrier the more she thought about it.

Her demeanor in front of Sammi should have been composed and poised, but instead, it was hurried, escaping in panic.

No dignity!!!

No way!

It can’t just end like this!

What was that just now?

Escaping in that way only makes her look more guilty and ridiculous?

Kreti decided, even if she has to lose face, she will reclaim her ground!

At least... at least she couldn’t let that fellow think she admitted defeat just like that!

An inexplicable impulse surged in her heart, mixed with refusal, stubbornness, and an ownership she wasn’t willing to admit.

After all, she was the first to arrive; how could she let a newcomer pass her?

Hmph!

I will initiate the attack!

She stood up suddenly, took a deep breath, tidied her somewhat messy dress and hair, striving to make her expression appear calm and imposing.

She looked at herself in the mirror, quickly fell down again, holding her head, squatting.

"... Ugh, what am I doing?"

Acting like a fool?

Why get tangled up with that Sammi?

I...

Even if she really launched an attack, what would it prove?

Prove her thoughts?

But does this really need proving?

Just as Kreti was ready to retreat, Herbert’s presence appeared again over the Bronze Fortress.

"Back, darn it, why don’t you return quickly usually? Why at this time..."

She hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes, took a deep breath.

"Woosh..."

After exhaling slowly, Kreti suddenly opened her eyes, filled with determination.

Forget it.

Charge!

Even if it’s just for herself!

Then, she strode out of the room, moving quickly towards Herbert’s location along the way she came.

Little did Herbert know about Kreti’s rich inner turmoil.

He was squinting, rubbing his chin, silently contemplating something.

Having been given a thorough massage by Miss Ophidia, inexperienced, but knowledgeable, the first thing Herbert did after being thrown out again was return to Molten Hell.

For one, there was a yet-to-be-pacified Miss Lucky Ghost here.

In developing intimate relationships, proper teasing is only one aspect; more important is the comfort afterward.

Good comforting can enhance relationships.

Poor comforting results in pure negative effects.

On the other hand, Herbert, in Wise Man Mode, recalled the unlucky demon.

Thoughts of Sammi arose not because of her ample bust — though that was one reason she left a deep impression — but not the whole picture.

What truly occupied Herbert’s thoughts was the special Destiny she carried, blessed by Misfortune.

The blessing of Misfortune was so powerful that it affected others, resulting in Finn, an Epic Strongman, falling out with everyone.

And now, topping it all, there’s a terrifying expansion pack for a "sweet encounter" at the Star Realm with an Archbishop.

However, upon contact with Sammi, he didn’t feel affected himself.

Instead of encountering bad luck, he found the Archbishops’ outing a rare opportunity.

Why is it unaffected when others are impacted? Where is the problem?

Is it because he’s special, immune to her Misfortune? After all, Miss Xie Shen is still around, affecting ordinary folk is a no-go for her.

Or... is it because of his relationship with Sammi?

According to Sammi, Finn maintained animosity towards her from the start, viewing her merely as a controllable demon.

Whereas he was different, once confirmed that Sammi was no enemy, he showed friendliness.

"Misfortune... causes enemies misfortune, spares companions?"

Sammi mentioned that due to her constitution, she had neither real friends nor anyone barely acquainted throughout her life.

"Special constitution, ostracized by her kind... another unique being?"

Herbert harbored a vague suspicion but couldn’t determine the operation mechanism of this "Power of Misfortune," only make rough guesses.

His contact with Sammi was still limited, insufficient clues, and conclusions would need more future observation.

Having sorted these thoughts, Herbert continued processing information recently gathered from Sammi — concerning Finn, some Witch Association’s secrets, and rare materials in Hell.

Nenasha expressed these various magic material requirements, instructing Herbert to assign them as tasks for Sammi.

According to Nenasha, collecting them could further amplify his power.

Notably, despite being unlucky, Sammi, as a Legendary Assassin, showcased remarkable professionalism and intelligence-gathering skills.

Just by Herbert recounting descriptions, she identified many materials, providing valuable information.

While pondering, Herbert suddenly heard familiar, urgent footsteps, high heels clicking crisply on bronze tiles.

Tap, tap, tap...

"Here she comes, quite proactive. Thought I’d have to find her."

He lifted his head, ready to speak, suddenly raised an eyebrow in surprise, encountering Kreti’s determined face.

This look... seems off?

Kreti’s cheeks still had a faint blush, yet her eyes strived to appear fierce and accusing, walking resolutely toward him before stopping.

"Hmm? What’s the matter?"

Herbert raised his brow, curiously observing her, wondering what this proud Miss Devil intended.

"..."

Kreti didn’t reply immediately, just kept staring at him, her chest slightly heaving, seemingly gathering courage.

In the next moment, under Herbert’s somewhat astonished gaze, she reached out and grabbed his collar again, this time more forcefully.

"You..."

"Don’t speak!"

Kreti huffed fiercely, then pulled Herbert towards herself.

Then, before He could react, she closed her eyes, kissing him again!

Different from the previous rushed "seal," this time, she lingered a bit longer.

Though still inexperienced, it carried an undeniable, retaliatory, even declarative strength.

As if conveying all prior shame, resentment, and those inexplicable emotions through this kiss.

I will prove myself!

I was here first!

"Um!"

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