Chapter 1255 - 565: Can’t Lose to Her!

Chapter 1255: Chapter 565: Can’t Lose to Her!

As Kreti’s lips approached, Herbert’s thoughts were quite complex.

That complexity wasn’t about resistance but a faint melancholy.

Lately, he felt like his status with the Monster Girls had been reversed.

Why am I always the one getting forcefully kissed and pushed down...

This isn’t right!

Clearly, I’m the hunter, so why do I increasingly seem like the prey?

"What’s going on? Why is everyone so proactive now..."

Valentina is the same as ever, always a predator driven by strong desire.

Her blood-red, ruby-like slit eyes always shimmered in the shadows behind Herbert, ready to drag her "prey" into her lair for a grand fiesta anytime.

Even the seemingly docile Fremay isn’t so innocent... does anyone really think Sea Sirens are a kind breed?

Their kind loves to "devour" exotic mates, you know.

Vampires, Dark Elves, Fallen Angels... each has their skills; none are good people.

Ophidia seemed to have turned on some strange switch, becoming quite proactive lately. Although she always stopped just short of the edge, it’s not too far from giving in to real temptation.

And now, even you, the innocent-looking Devil, are plotting against me.

No way!

I need to fight back and show you all who the real hunter is!

Thinking this, Herbert didn’t make any reckless moves outwardly.

"For now... I’ll let you play the role of the hunter for a bit."

Herbert could clearly feel Kreti’s soft, trembling lips and smell her unique fragrance.

He didn’t smile, just opened his eyes slightly wider, feeling this sudden kiss filled with "determination."

Seconds later, Kreti abruptly released him again, stepping back several steps, panting even harder than before, her cheeks red like ripe apples, even her ear tips dyed crimson.

She looked as if she might burst any moment.

Herbert wondered, if he sprinkled a bit of water on her head now, would steam rise directly?

"..."

The silence spread between them, broken occasionally only by the bubbling of the distant lava lake.

Kreti lowered her head slightly, not daring to see what expression Herbert was wearing, biting on her lips still tingling with touch, forcibly making a fierce face.

Then, without looking at Herbert, she turned her head and muttered with feigned confidence, "This... this is punishment!"

"Yes! Punishment for bullying me just now!"

Oh? Really?

Herbert looked at the defiant Devil, unable to stop himself from chuckling.

Oh my, that’s a familiar excuse.

I feel like your reasons are all so similar, can’t you all come up with something more heartfelt?

Ophidia saying she was coming to give a massage was already just about passable.

Could you think about what you are saying first?

Who punishes people by forcefully kissing them anyway?

Am I some noble youth whose purity mustn’t be sullied?

Is getting kissed by you some great insult?

Oh.

Now that you mention it... it really is.

Having lived too indulgently recently, Herbert almost forgot about being a Pure White Knight.

Consorting with women, especially Devils, is truly a "disgrace" for a "Pure White Knight" like him.

If their roles were reversed, he should probably be washing his mouth with mud, then painfully saying that classic line—"Ugh, just kill me now!"

While Herbert was daydreaming, Kreti seized her chance to flee.

"Good opportunity!"

At the instant she saw her chance, before Herbert could even speak, she turned around and fled towards the fortress with even greater speed than when she arrived.

But would Herbert let her get away?

Thinking you can leave?

No way.

Pretending to escape after offending the abbot?

You kissed me; won’t you let me kiss you back? Isn’t that unreasonable?

Herbert grabbed Kreti’s wrist and pulled her towards him without hesitation.

Swoosh—

Miss Lucky Ghost flew back faster than her previous escape, her back crashing into Herbert’s chest.

Thump.

Unexpectedly, Kreti seemed not at all surprised by her ensuing fate; there was no sign of struggle.

She even closed her eyes, tilting her head up slightly, as if waiting for something.

The Devil wings that always flaunted their claws now docilely folded behind her back, their tips trembling slightly.

Hmm?

Accepted fate?

Herbert looked at the Devil Miss, ready for picking, and smiled playfully.

Oh, you’re playing hard to get, aren’t you?

Since you’ve decided to play this way, ha, let’s see how long you can wait.

Herbert made no further move, smiling while watching Kreti’s furrowed brows, her nervous and apprehensive expressions.

"...Tsk."

Kreti waited a while, realizing what Herbert was up to, puckering her lips in displeasure.

She opened her eyes, glaring angrily at the damned Paladin.

Are you going to kiss me or what?

If not, I’m leaving!

The Devil glared at the Paladin, seeing him still smiling, about to speak angrily: "You...hm."

Slender fingers gently touched her lips, stopping the words she was about to hurl.

"Shh—don’t speak."

The soft Holy Light at his fingertips clashed with the Hellish aura on her lips, casting sparks that startled Kreti, though they didn’t hurt.