Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

It might be due to excessive repression.

It could also be because Roland's photos are so alluring, possessing a kind of bewitching attraction.

In short, Thranduil, as a high-level superhuman and possessor of ancient bloodlines, did not notice that Roland came up to the third floor and opened the office door.

By the time her eyes met Roland's, it was too late.

Shame and a sense of immorality transformed into unparalleled stimulation at that moment, and Thranduil let out a sound that was almost a wail.

"Oh my gosh~"

"Miss Roland?!"

"No, don't look at me!"

In Roland's eyes, the little white elf saintess was still lying on the pillow he had made from the fox fur she had shed with the changing seasons.

After a hard day's physical labor, the soft fox fur was soaked with sweat, leaving large dark stains on the pillow.

Roland was truly terrified.

What should I do if I discover that my cute female boss is secretly rewarding me in the office?

Wait online, hurry!

Considering Thranduil's status and power, as well as the combat strength of the advanced superhumans in the Central Continent, Roland decided to pretend she hadn't seen anything.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't see anything."

"I won't bother you anymore, I'm leaving!"

"You...you can't leave!"

Thranduil cried out, struggling to get off the ground, not even bothering to lift her skirt, and raised her hand to unleash a surge of powerful magic.

The magic spread rapidly along the oak floor, past Roland who was about to open the door to leave, and attached itself to the large wooden door of the office.

Immediately afterwards, the magic intertwined and twisted, transforming into an exquisite magic array that completely sealed off the entire room.

By the time Roland reached out and touched the doorknob, it was already impossible to turn it even a fraction of an inch.

Roland had no choice but to turn and face Thranduil.

Before Serandil could even lift her skirt, her fair and exquisite body was exposed to the air, leaving Roland unsure of where to look.

To be fair, Thranduil truly lived up to her reputation as the pride of the White Elf royal family. Her skin was as white as snow, yet not as pale as snow, but rather possessed a gentle, luminous glow.

Even the fur all over its body was a lustrous white.

The moment Roland saw it, she felt it was sacred.

The way is:

"A small piece of mica is plucked from the floating cup, and the dew-laden crystal is transferred to adorn the water."

Thranduil worked hard for half an hour, and the beautiful scenery he created was indeed eye-catching.

However, due to her appearance and height, she could only sit at the same table as Renee. Even though she knew that Renee was nearly thirty years old, Roland quickly turned her head away and dared not look at her any longer.

"Your Highness, please put your dress on first. I won't go out."

"I...I know, just turn around!"

Thranduil's cheeks grew increasingly red, the blush standing out starkly against his fair skin.

As she gave the order to Roland, she crouched down and pulled her skirt, which had fallen to the floor, back up to her hips.

Having done all this, Thranduil seemed to have lost all his strength. Biting his lip, he sat back down on the sofa in despair.

"Roland...Roland!"

"Come here right now."

The room was now sealed by magic, and Roland couldn't get out. She had no choice but to obey Thranduil's words and walk to the sofa in the rest area.

Before she could even sit down, Roland witnessed another incredible scene.

In front of the fox-tail pillow, the open book was not the succubus's erotic book, but a "Cat Saintess Photobook".

It refers to a photo album I took before, used to promote Pink Harbor.

Most importantly, this is a limited edition collector's edition, which includes several new close-up shots of the feet.

Roland couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out a complaint.

"No, buddy?"

"Your Highness, were you just giving me a reward based on my photo?"

As Roland spoke, the succubus maid's words instantly flashed through her mind, and her gaze towards Thranduil became strange.

So, this little saintess really had ulterior motives towards him?

Is my charm really that great?

Thranduil was about to speak to Roland when the words were swallowed back down his throat.

She followed Roland's gaze to the side of the sofa and realized that she had forgotten to clean up the mess.

The photos in "Cat Saintess Photobook" are openly displayed on the sofa, silently proclaiming their incriminating evidence.

This made her cheeks flush even more, and she quickly shouted.

"No!"

"Things aren't as they seem, Roland, don't overthink it."

Thranduil clenched his fists, lowered his head, and dared not look Roland in the eye, struggling to find an excuse to exonerate himself.

"I...I was just...I was under a spell, or I was sleepwalking..."

"It could also be a succubus, a dream demon, or a lewd demon causing trouble..."

But her words were so pale that any explanation was futile in the face of the facts.

In fact, she didn't know how to explain it to Roland.

Her royal mentors had never taught her how to handle the bizarre situation of "rewarding herself for being discovered."

She had only recently learned how to reward people from a succubus's book.

So the more she explained, the more loopholes appeared in her words, her face turned completely red, and steam rose faintly from her head, representing shyness.

"Miss Roland, you have to believe me."

"Yes, yes, I believe you."

Roland readily agreed, placing her hands on her thighs and offering a sincere gaze.

It's just that Thranduil's appearance is too young, so her tone inevitably sounds like she's coaxing a child.

Thus, this reply became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Thranduil's psychological pressure reached its limit at this moment.

She opened her mouth, stared blankly for several seconds, and then, as if she had made up her mind, her panicked expression gradually calmed down.

Then, Thranduil looked up at Roland.

The panic in his eyes transformed into a resolute determination to make the best of a bad situation.

Roland sensed something was wrong.

They feared that Thranduil might shout at any moment, "I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me!"

So she tried to comfort Thranduil.

"Your Highness, please rest assured, I believe your explanation. I'll pretend nothing happened today!"

"No need, Miss Roland."

The blush on Thranduil's face began to fade, and the aura unique to a saintess returned to her. She gently shook her head.

"You're right."

"I was indeed secretly admiring your 'Cat Saintess Photobook'."

"I do fantasize about you being pinned down by me, thereby releasing the pressure that has been building up for years."

"I have violated the commandments and rules of the White Elf royal family."

"I have utterly disgraced the royal family and am now trying to deceive my friends with false lies."

With each word Thranduil spoke, his eyes grew more dangerous.

Roland's sense of unease grew stronger, and she reached out to tug at Thranduil's sleeve.

"Your Highness, please don't do this, I'm a little scared."

"Let's calm down and talk about it. How about we have some potato chips to calm down? They're the group's exclusive new product."

Roland used her long white tail to roll up a bag of potato chips and waved it in front of Thranduil, making a rustling sound, in an attempt to distract the little white elf saintess.

However, Thranduil didn't even glance at her. Before Roland could retract his hand from her sleeve, Thranduil grabbed her hand in return.

"Your Highness, what's wrong...?"

Roland's words were interrupted as Thranduil sat down directly beside her, staring intently at her.

"Miss Roland, what's done is done."

"If this gets out, I'll definitely suffer social death."

"I won't tell anyone, I promise."

As Roland felt the warmth emanating from her palm, she experienced a strange sense of déjà vu, and her lips twitched slightly.

As expected, Thranduil tilted his chin up, looked at Roland's beautiful face so close to his, and slowly shook his head.

"Verbal promises are the most fragile vows in the world."

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland, I know I was in the wrong, but I can't take the risk."

Upon hearing this, Roland thought to herself, "I'm doomed!" and a million curses ran through her mind.

What the hell?

"Does Your Highness also intend to brand me?!"