After leaving the world of all NPCs

Eden smiled and said, "You were full of prejudice and suspicion towards him before."

Aponia said frankly, "He carries the sin of lust. I originally thought that upon seeing Alicia, he would want to defile her. Just like some sinners, their favorite thing is to smash beautiful things and enjoy the moment when a work of art is shattered."

"Obviously he's not."

"No, maybe he just simply likes Ellie."

"why would you say so?"

"Eden, in the universe where the ships reside, there's a concept called 'wedding ships,'" Aponia said in a deep, ethereal voice. "It's said that eleven NPC ships in that universe have wedding rings made by themselves on their fingers. It seems to be a special ritual in that world."

Eden hummed, "You mean, Ellie has a similar ring."

Aponia nodded slightly. "It's right under the glove on his left hand. It's a very delicate ring. Like the others, he designed and made it himself. It clearly took a lot of thought."

Eden whispered, "At least we don't have to worry about Ellie anymore."

Aponia pondered for a moment, then said, "Eden, I told you that I could see the threads of fate, the invisible and imperceptible threads that tightly bind the fate of all people."

“It guides life, and is born in tears; it gently embraces the soul, and leaves in silence.”

"The end is decided, as I see it; the prison is built, and I am the only one trapped in it."

"Until Ellie breaks the thread of fate, I can no longer see the future of mankind."

Eden nodded slightly: "Yes, you did."

Aponya said sadly, "After coming to this world, I saw the similar thread of fate again."

Eden narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying that the fate of humanity in this world is also predetermined?"

"Yes and no," Aponya explained. "Compared to the cage of our world, the fate of humanity in this world is more like an outline, a wall, a boundary."

"This line protects the fate of mankind, eliminating the 'irregularities' and leaving only the 'rules'."

"However, these destinies are so fixed that human history is bound to follow a predetermined trajectory. But this trajectory..."

She paused for a moment before continuing, "It seems to gradually disappear, just like the railings of a cradle."

Eden pondered for a moment, then whispered, "Perhaps the fate of this world is what Alicia meant by 'embrace.'"

"Perhaps." Aponya said quietly, and then expressed her thoughts: "I want to meet the 'God' of this world."

Eden glanced at her and nodded in understanding: "The chips we can offer are limited. You know what it will cost, right?"

"I know, so I'll plant some discipline on myself just in case."

"I wish you all the best."

Eden raised his glass in a toast.

……

The sunlight shines through the church's towering stained glass windows and onto the mirror-like marble floor.

The air was filled with the solemn scent of incense, old wood and stone.

The huge organ is silent like a sleeping beast.

Only the faint echo between the domes bears witness to the silence and sacredness of this place.

Aponia sat upright on a gorgeous chair slightly above the ground, her long light golden hair flowing with a holy luster under the hood, and her huge butterfly wings spread out on both sides of the chair back.

Wearing a tight black and white spliced ​​nun's uniform.

The white area solemnly covers the plump breasts, while at the lower edge, the outline of the southern hemisphere wrapped in delicate black silk forms a soft arc at the intersection of light and shadow.

Ye Zuochen knelt in front of her, his posture seemed humble, but his head was raised high in a presumptuous manner.

There was no trace of piety in his eyes. Instead, they were like sticky tentacles, climbing up the arc unscrupulously, as if to penetrate the thin layer of black silk and leave his mark.

He began to repent.

Maybe it's a confession?

"I want to confess to you, venerable Sister," Ye Zuochen said in a rhythmic voice, "Just yesterday, at the shrine in Chongying, I had a deep conversation with Ying and Ling."

"The elder sister is as cool as the moon, and the younger sister is as lively as fire."

"Guess what?"

"I found a brand new roll of red silk for offering sacrifices to the gods. I first tied my sister's wrists to the vermilion torii pillars. The rope wrapped around her white wrists, leaving light red marks. The way she frowned and endured it was truly endearing."

"As for my sister, I tied her up like a zongzi, the kind used for offerings at a shrine. The red rope weaved between her slender waist and plump buttocks. The more she struggled and twisted, the more obvious the traces of the rope digging into her skin became."

"As they struggled, their shrine maiden uniforms fell apart, and then I started giving them a cold shoulder with my ○○..."

Aponiya's hands, folded in front of her abdomen, tightened slightly, her fingertips sinking into the soft fabric. Her gray eyes lowered, trying to focus on Ye Zuochen's forehead instead of the uncomfortable light in his eyes.

However, the vivid narrative kept pouring into my ears like dirty spring water.

Sakura is her comrade-in-arms and also the one who makes her feel guilty.

As for the bell, it made Aponya cry.

But now he is completely molested by the people below...

However, Aponiya couldn't be angry with Ye Zuochen because it was just a red rope and Ying and Ling could easily break it.

They volunteered...

Aponya couldn't help but frown. What was going on with this voice? It seemed to penetrate every hole in her body. She tried hard not to think about it, but the voice seemed to have color, constantly outlining the scene.

It obviously only affects hearing, but Aponya feels that vision is also polluted.

Ye Zuochen seemed even more excited, jumping from topic to topic: "Ah, and even earlier, on the beach in the harbor."

"You've also seen those two little angels, Javelin and Unicorn."

"They were wearing pure white stockings. Can you imagine how that felt?"

"Warm, soft, and slightly salty with the sea..."

"I asked them to sit on the rocks and gently touch their toes to the palms of my hands. How can I put it? The stockings wrapped around the small arches of their feet, the toes curled up shyly, and I gently kneaded them, feeling the small joints sliding under the stockings."

"Javelin whimpered like a kitten, and Unicorn buried her face in her unicorn stuffed animal, with only the tips of her ears showing..."

“It’s the best thing in the world.”

Aponia's breathing became slightly disordered for a moment, her long eyelashes trembled, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, she closed her eyes tightly.

If you can’t see it, can you… not hear it?

Unfortunately, Ye Zuochen's "confession" did not stop, but became more rampant because she closed her eyes.

He even reached out his hand, tentatively, and gently stroked Aponya's smooth and tight calves above the short boots that were exposed from the high-slit long skirt.

The fingertips slid upward along the graceful lines of the gastrocnemius muscle with an evaluative touch.

Aponya's eyes snapped open.

In his narrow grey eyes, the usual compassion and calmness were replaced by an undisguised disgust.

His gaze was icy cold, enough to make anyone in awe retreat.

But that look was like fuel to the fire.

The excitement in Ye Zuochen's eyes instantly surged. Instead of retracting his hand, he intensified it, pressing his fingertips harder on the delicate skin, slowly moving upwards along the curve of the calf, almost reaching deep into the slit of the long skirt.

The vivid descriptions of his "achievements" also intensified. "Oh, right! How could I forget the training room at the Cosmos Sickfeldt Conservatory of Music?"

"The girls on stage, wearing tight ballet training clothes, pink, white, blue... like a row of fruits waiting to be picked, I let them face the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, with their hands holding the cold iron railings..."

"Hiss-!"

"What a wonderful sound! Every time the thin, tight pantyhose is torn, starting from the smooth legs and moving all the way up, listening to the crisp sound of the stockings breaking, watching the white skin suddenly exposed to the cold air like a peeled lychee, accompanied by the girls' suppressed screams and trembling, the torn edge hooked on the side of the sensitive thigh..."

"enough!"

Aponya finally spoke, her body slightly tense from the constant caressing, "Mr. Ye...I did say I was willing to pay any price for this, but don't you think this is too strange?"

Ye Zuochen immediately stopped stroking her, but did not withdraw his hand. Instead, he looked at Aponya with a serious face: "Strange? How can this be strange? This is my most sincere confession! In this sacred place, I confess to you, my holy spokesperson, the 'sins' deepest in my heart... This is the meaning of confession!"

Aponya's eyes were filled with disdain. "I'm ready to pay the price with my body. Please just come to me instead of saying these obscene words here."

Ye Zuochen remained unmoved: "Miss Aponya, you're actually thinking about that kind of thing?"

"Do you think I'm hinting at something? This is truly...too unacceptable! It's a blasphemy to your holy robe!"

"I just want to find someone to talk to, to indulge in a Madonna-like embrace, to soothe my heart that is tangled in pain."

"You know, a young man's heart is very delicate and needs to be well cared for."

Aponya: "..."

A deep sense of powerlessness and absurdity instantly gripped the nun.

Aponya looked at the man in front of her who was distorting the truth and making eloquent arguments, and at the undisguised smugness and mockery in his eyes, and knew that any words would be futile.

Why is this happening?

He had clearly made up his mind, had even imprinted new "rules" into his head, and had even consulted an experienced girl from Minato, but this guy seemed to have no intention of getting straight to the point.

This feeling……

It's almost like trying to persuade (control) other people.

Aponya suddenly knew what the other party wanted to do.

He wanted to change her.

It's like she's pulling at the threads of other people's fate, trying to save (change) them.

"I am a sinner, and so are you. We shouldn't be so high-handed as to control others." Aponiya closed her eyes deeply, as if to completely isolate herself from all this absurd and filthy thing.

Out of sight is pure.

But when you close your eyes and lose the visual barrier, your other senses are infinitely magnified.

The presence of the hand on my leg became incredibly clear.

No longer satisfied with lingering on the calves, he began to explore upwards unscrupulously, slowly stroking along the sensitive skin on the inside of the knees, bringing waves of trembling itchiness and a strange feeling that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The rough palm covered the outside of the thigh, pressing and kneading with unquestionable warmth and strength. Every time the force was applied, the body involuntarily bounced slightly.

Occasionally, her fingertips would harshly brush against the skin at the top of the slit of the skirt. The cold touch made her head shrink suddenly and her heart beat violently.

The touch was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, with nowhere to escape.

And the continuous and vivid obscene words were no longer sounds entering her ears, but turned into concrete pictures, forcing their way into her mind.

Aponya felt her mind racing with imagination.

Ye Zuochen's voice was sometimes low like the devil's whispers, and sometimes high-pitched like showing off trophies. Every detail was magnified and exaggerated, carrying a sticky evil breath, penetrating the eardrum and reaching the depths of her heart that she tried to close.

Aponya felt dizzy.

The ubiquitous touches and verbal harassment were like countless tiny poisonous snakes, entwining the nerves and gnawing at the will.

His folded hands were clenched tightly, his breathing became rapid and unstable, and the skin on his cheeks and neck turned red uncontrollably.

Fine water stains began to gather on the smooth leather surface of the chair seat.

The sweat kept pouring down.

A dark mark silently spread out as a small wet mark on the sacred robe beneath his body.

"...Let me stop here for today's confession."

Ye Zuochen withdrew his hand and casually wiped it under the white cloth on Aponya's chest.

Aponya almost collapsed in the deep of the gorgeous chair, sweat filled the space between her buttocks and the cushion, soaking the fabric and forming small puddles under her feet.

"By the way," Ye Zuochen suddenly possessed him and whispered, "Actually, after using the golden elixir to activate the [Prajna Wisdom Sword], my words can mobilize the six senses: eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue, body, and mind. This time it's just eyes, ears, and body, but next time it'll be all six senses together! I guarantee you'll feel like you're there!"

Aponya: "..."

Can the transaction be withdrawn?

It felt like if it happened again, she would really die from dehydration.

……

The sun shines generously on the luxurious campus of Guixin Academy.

Ye Zuochen leaned casually on a white bench with intricate carvings.

The boy has soft black hair, deep black pupils, and a handsome face with an irresistible affinity, like the purest light at dawn.