Seeing Aslan immediately perk up and even pull out his DSLR camera, the corner of Kurousagi's mouth couldn't stop twitching.
Sorry, she had to retract her earlier thoughts about "involving others isn't right" and "am I being irresponsible?"
Right now, those thoughts had vanished completely.
All that filled her mind was deep concern for her own safety.
No wonder this man had become Shiroyasha's god's follower!
They both shared the same perverted hobbies. It would've been strange if he hadn't become her follower.
"No... anything perverted is strictly forbidden!"
Seeing Shiroyasha getting increasingly out of hand—snatching the camera from Aslan's hands and, somehow, already lying on the floor—Kurousagi quickly crossed her arms over her chest.
If she wasn't careful, her photo book wouldn't stay "pure" anymore!
She, Kurousagi, was a recently matured, pure Moon Rabbit!
She didn't want to lose her purity!
Hearing Kurousagi's words, Aslan and Shiroyasha exchanged glances. Their joyful expressions instantly turned gloomy.
A photo book without risqué photos—what was the point?
Instantly, their enthusiasm vanished.
"We must protest!"
Aslan raised the banner of resistance against Kurousagi's oppression. He raised his hand and shouted loudly, voicing his dissatisfaction.
(I've already sold myself to you—what's wrong with taking a few suggestive photos?!)
"Kurousagi, we've already handed over our god's follower. Why can't we even get a few photos?"
Shiroyasha took up Aslan's banner of protest. Lying on the floor, she spoke with feigned righteousness.
"Hehe!"
Kurousagi sneered. Her beautiful face was now filled with cold disdain.
No one understood Shiroyasha's mind better than her. After all, she'd been kidnapped by Shiroyasha since childhood and forced to wear all kinds of embarrassing outfits.
Even the emotionless Canaria had joined forces with Shiroyasha to trap her.
They had "trained" her so thoroughly that now, even Canaria couldn't trick her anymore.
Don't ask—those were lessons paid for in blood and tears!
To this day, she didn't know how much of her dark history was in Canaria's possession.
And now, just with Shiroyasha and her god's follower, did they really think they could make her wear those shameful clothes again?
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Finally, accompanied by the flash of a camera as Shiroyasha, still lying on the floor, pressed the shutter button.
The next second, lightning flashed. The quasi-divinity Vajra appeared in Kurousagi's hand, unleashing a powerful electric strike.
Aslan's DSLR camera instantly turned to ash.
Shiroyasha and Aslan both felt something was terribly wrong.
"Uh-oh, we teased Kurousagi too much!"
Aslan and Shiroyasha didn't dare turn around to look at Kurousagi. They scrambled on hands and feet, desperately crawling toward the door to escape.
Hope, dawn. Once they passed through that door, everything would be over.
But just as Aslan's hand was about to touch the doorknob, Shiroyasha—still lying on the floor—suddenly grabbed his ankle.
She yanked him down to the ground.
"You bastard! I'm your main god! Let your main god escape first!"
But seeing Kurousagi, who now looked like she wanted to devour someone alive, Aslan couldn't help but shiver.
He clung tightly to the doorframe, trying to ignore Shiroyasha, who was being forcibly dragged from behind him.
"Sorry, Boss Shiroyasha. I'll never forget you. You're a great boss."
(Sorry, Boss Shiroyasha. For my safety, please hold her off for a moment.)
An angry Kurousagi was truly terrifying!
Right now, Kurousagi wasn't Kurousagi anymore—she was a man-eating rabbit ready to pounce!
Yet Aslan felt relieved, because thanks to his boss's courage and sacrifice, he had narrowly escaped danger.
But was it really that simple?
Just as Aslan turned and prepared to open the door to flee, a voice as soft as silk whispered into his ear.
"Mr. Aslan, where are you going? Does Kurousagi need to escort you out?"
Her breath was like orchid fragrance against his ear, but Aslan had no time to dwell on such things.
He was focused on one thing only—escaping this den of evil, getting outside.
But clearly, it was already too late.
Feeling a wild, beast-like aura beside him, Aslan's body felt rusted and frozen, completely unable to move.
(Move, body, move!)
(It's just Kurousagi—why am I so scared?)
(I'm a Five-Digit god who can destroy the surface of the Earth!)
(Why can't my body move?!)
(Ah, right—Kurousagi is a natural Four-Digit god.)
*CRACK!*
Aslan's head tilted, unconscious, and was immediately hurled by Kurousagi onto Shiroyasha, who was already lying there like a corpse.
Like piling up bodies.
After teaching those two perverts a lesson, Kurousagi cheerfully dusted off her hands.
Calmly, she poured tea for Shiroyasha, and didn't forget to pour a cup for Aslan as well.
Kurousagi was a respectable lady—how could she be impolite?
She simply ignored the two guests lying there like corpses.
Even humming a cheerful, unknown tune.
"Hmm? Why haven't Lord Shiroyasha and Mr. Aslan come yet?"
"The tea's almost cold."
Hearing that sweet voice, Aslan felt uneasy, but he knew this was entirely his own fault.
"Boss, shall we leave?"
Aslan, lying like a corpse, communicated with Shiroyasha through the divine bond between a main god and their follower.
"Ehem, Kurousagi's hands are really strong."
Shiroyasha felt her broken neck. Kurousagi really was impressive—breaking the spine of a Star Spirit.
Of course, this was partly because Shiroyasha had let her guard down. Otherwise, even if she stood still and let Kurousagi blast her for days, not a single hair would've been harmed.
As for Aslan, his neck had been twisted completely by Kurousagi. Though such injuries could heal in a few breaths for a god like him,
He'd first have to get his neck realigned. Right now, he didn't dare move even slightly.
"How about we just leave and come back in again?"
Shiroyasha glanced at Kurousagi, who was waiting for "Shiroyasha and Aslan's visit" and the corner of her mouth twitched.
She knew perfectly well that Kurousagi, in this state, wouldn't listen to anything.
After all, this version of Kurousagi had been shaped by her and Canaria together—and she was the one who had experienced it the most.
How could she not recognize it?