Daphne's there were indeed not small, especially when set off by her petite figure of less than 1.6 meters, they were even more prominent.
If she could, Daphne really didn't want these pair of things to grow on her own body.
They were only of ornamental value, nothing but a pure burden and encumbrance!
As soon as the Saintess laid her hands on them, Daphne's legs immediately went weak. Her body was about to slump down but was forcibly lifted up by the Saintess's grip, causing her to let out delicate moans continuously due to the pain.
"Stand still, or I'll pinch harder." Grevia's tone was icy cold, but the next second, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up in a sneer: "As expected of a little lecher. Can't you even handle a little touch?"
"Wu♡..." Daphne couldn't refute and could only let Grevia humiliate and toy with her.
She tried to reach out to block several times, but fearing the Saintess's magic, she finally withdrew her hand.
Grevia initially just wanted to take revenge, but after actually laying her hands on Daphne, she discovered that it was actually so interesting.
It wasn't about the feel, although it was indeed warm, soft, and quite comfortable to touch. However, observing the reactions and expressions of the half-blood girl was where the real fun lay.
A novel experience.
Grevia had never had such a feeling before.
Since witnessing the tragedy twelve years ago with her own eyes, her eyes and heart seemed to be covered with a layer of grayish-black cloth. She could no longer see colors nor feel the pulsation.
She forgot about emotions, lost her feelings, and both happiness and sadness left her.
But the appearance of this half-blood girl seemed to have broken something indestructible.
Whether it was shame, anger, or hatred, the colors that were once familiar but long lost, everything gradually returned before her eyes.
But there was also something unfamiliar in her heart that was now pounding. Something that had never appeared before, and Grevia wanted to know what it was exactly.
Daphne's cherry-pink, crystal-clear lips looked like juicy grapes in the Saintess's eyes, strangely alluring.
It must taste good. Grevia guessed in her heart.
She wanted to have a taste.
All other things were temporarily pushed to the back of her mind. Grevia was like being poisoned, and only this one thought remained in her mind. She grabbed Daphne's soft mounds and pulled the half-blood girl closer, then leaned down slightly in her movements.
Grevia was about half a head taller than Daphne. With her weakness being grasped and the height difference, the tangible or intangible sense of oppression made Daphne unable to move as Grevia approached step by step.
She bent slightly, tilted her head sideways, and even closed her eyes gently.
Her platinum-blonde hair hung down freely, and a faint orchid fragrance wafted from the Saintess's snow-white skin. Her lips were rosy but covered with a thin layer of frost, like a flame wrapped in ice, a restrained fervor.
This... this... this was definitely going to be a kiss, right!?
Watching Grevia's cold and delicate face approaching little by little, Daphne's heart almost stopped beating.
Although she could be shameless, kissing the little girl she had brought up with her own hands was a bit too much of a test of the lower limit of human moral standards.
She could kill, set fires, cheat and deceive, but she definitely couldn't kiss her adopted daughter!
Was there any other way?
Was she really going to just sit there and wait to have her first kiss taken away by the Saintess?
Thinking carefully that this might be her only first kiss in three lifetimes, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. But no matter how sad she was, she couldn't just let Grevia succeed like this.
Actually, it wasn't really a dead end?
Since a defeat prompt could still pop up after being defeated, it meant that at least the "Aotheril Nuclear-Piercing Pearl" hadn't been disabled...
In a moment of desperation, thoughts flashed through her mind quickly.
Sure enough, the blue panel instantly unfolded in her field of vision. Daphne resolutely chose to enter the "Tempting Garments" interface of the R18MOD. The exclamation mark was still bright red and eye-catching.
[Module Section · Tempting Garments lv1]
[Beautiful and elegant women's dresses containing mysterious powers are scattered in every corner of the Nokatia Continent.
Gathering them might bring unexpected surprises. This section will be fully unlocked after obtaining the first tempting garment.]
[Do you want to teleport to the target location?]
It was doable!
Even though she had no idea where she would be teleported to, and it might even be a trap—
However, having her first kiss taken away by Grevia was something Daphne could never accept. And if she ended up in the hands of the Blazing Sun Church, she probably wouldn't survive either. Since that was the case, compared to a certain death, she would rather choose the uncertain unknown.
Anyway, it couldn't get any worse. She couldn't just let this unfilial girl who was so rebellious get away with it so easily!
Before choosing to teleport, Daphne decided to do something earth-shattering. So she raised her right hand and forcefully pinched and grasped forward. The softness sank into her palm like a fluid.
Grevia had never done that to herself before. The intense stimulation she had never experienced before made this cold Saintess, who rarely showed any expression, involuntarily let out a delicate moan.
She subconsciously let go of the hand that was grabbing Daphne and stared down at Daphne's hand that was grabbing her.
The situation reversed. Grevia didn't have time to get angry. Her first reaction was surprise, "How dare you!?"
"Goodbye! No, never see you again!" Staying true to her original intention, Daphne stuck out her tongue and made a face at Grevia again at the last moment before teleporting.
Then, she pinched even harder.
"Wu♡——!" The Saintess quickly covered her mouth to keep her wailing from being too loud.
Inky-blue light spots immediately covered the half-blood girl's whole body. By the time Grevia recovered from her daze and was about to use her ice magic to chop off that naughty hand that was pinching and squeezing, the half-blood girl's figure had already become a translucent phantom.
"Don't run!" Ice blades condensed in mid-air as the Saintess shouted sternly.
The inky-blue light particles scattered, and Daphne disappeared completely.
The clear blue ice blade stabbed into the black forged porcelain surface. Her attack missed, and the half-blood girl had just vanished into thin air after taunting and humiliating her.
Grevia only felt as if something in her heart was sinking. Her legs were so weak that they couldn't bear the weight of her body, and she just sat down in a squatting position like a duck, holding the staff horizontally in her hands and staring blankly at the ground in front of her.
"Teleportation magic? What on earth is..."
Teleportation magic was the ultimate arcane art of cosmic magic. Only a very few Grand Mages with extremely high magical attainments could perform it.
Was that half-blood girl pretending to be weak? Why did she appear in this ruin? And why...
So many questions were almost filling and crowding her chaotic thoughts. She took a deep breath and cleared all these annoying things from her mind.
The hands tightly gripping the staff couldn't help but clench even harder. The bones and veins on the back of her right hand, which was without the glove, were slightly protruding.
"She dared..."
Ice mist surrounded the Saintess, and crystalline snowflakes drifted and scattered from the magical energy condensed in the air.
"Dared!"
Frost spread out in all directions from her as if it were a living thing, hissing as it climbed onto the porcelain and mirror surfaces, greedily occupying every corner that hadn't been dyed yet.
"Dared!!!"
Hideous ice spikes pierced through the black porcelain ground and exploded violently. In an instant, most of the long corridor was destroyed and occupied by the hard and sharp ice. Ice spikes as tall as a person covered the ground.
Such anger.
The emotions in her heart had never been as clear as they were now.
Grevia could clearly feel her heart pounding.
The corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up. The Saintess, in a daze, threw away the staff and touched her face. A smile was uncontrollably spreading across her face.
After the anger, there was actually anticipation.
"We'll meet again. If I catch you again..."
Amid the ice mist and the forest of cold blades, the girl with long platinum-blonde hair covered her face and laughed out loud wildly.