Elysia didn't have her own "personal domain" just yet.
Come to think of it, neither did Kiana.
The two of them were always wandering through the various territories.
"Wandering" might not be the most fitting word, but in terms of their actions, it was close enough.
They weren't restricted to a "map" like Cangxuan and Danzhu; they had much more freedom of movement.
Sitting by the academy's fountain, Elysia saw a small, white-haired girl run out of the school building from a distance.
The girl was petite, with eyes as red as blood, like a rose at night—beautiful, yet thorny.
Elysia recognized her.
"Luna Kindred?"
Elysia could tell that the girl was emotionally unstable, so she didn't approach to greet her.
When it came to social interactions, Elysia was quite experienced. The most important elements were "setting" and "timing." Simply having enough affinity and a smiling face wouldn't always guarantee a positive response.
For instance, with Kiana, Elysia had chosen the moment when the little bug was "peeping" to engage in a deeper conversation.
At that specific time, a psychological sense of "two people doing something bad on the same side" is created. It might seem like it would increase a person's vigilance, but it's actually when their psychological defenses are at their lowest.
Of course, this could change at any moment depending on the conversation.
Right now, Elysia glanced at the departing Luna Kindred. Although she was tempted to follow her quietly...
But…
Elysia raised her head and looked toward the school building.
"Mr. Ye Feng couldn't have started again, could he?"
The "interrogation" had just ended not long ago. Wasn't the frequency a bit high?
But if it was Mr. Ye Feng… it was probably normal.
After a moment's thought, Elysia's beautiful legs, wrapped in white over-the-knee socks, stepped forward as she walked toward the school building.
Inside, the building was tidy and serene, without a single sound, as if she were stepping through the boundless cosmos.
When she reached the second-floor corridor, the sense of profound quiet deepened.
It was as if this was a corridor constructed from spacetime itself. With every step Elysia took, ripples of time and space spread out from under her feet.
Dressed in a sailor uniform, Elysia looked youthful and beautiful, as if she were walking upon the long river of time, each step an epoch.
"This feeling..."
Elysia had experienced it many times before.
The flow of time in this space had been adjusted. When stepping in from the normal passage of time outside, one would experience this sense of trance.
But Elysia felt that no matter how many times she experienced it, she would likely still be amazed—
This ability that defied the common sense of time, Mr. Ye Feng used it to play his games.
By the time she reached the doorway of Class 3-A, Hanabi's thighs were already covered in quite a few tally marks.
As for the exact number, Elysia didn't dare to look directly and count…
But even her skirt couldn't conceal them all, as the black marks from the permanent marker streaked across her tender white skin.
More than that, Hanabi was drenched in fragrant sweat. Her minimal crimson kimono was completely soaked with fluid, glistening like a tight latex suit as it clung to her soft, fragrant body, outlining the exquisite, gentle curves of her form.
Hanabi turned her head and looked at Elysia.
"Hm? Another classmate has arrived. Hehe, what a cute young lady."
Elysia composed herself but still didn't dare to step into the classroom.
The floor was covered in water, and the pure elven lady was afraid she might slip if she stepped inside.
"Hi, hello, I'm Elysia. I apologize for the interruption, but… are you going to continue?"
"Continue?"
Hanabi tilted her head and glanced at Ye Feng, a flicker of bewilderment in her eyes.
Elysia's seemingly simple question had momentarily stunned her.
Continue… what?
If I remember correctly, it was an interrogation, right?
To find the "truth" of this world.
So what was I just doing?
It felt like, somewhere along the way, I forgot my objective?
It became an interrogation purely for the sake of "elation."
Hands, feet, armpits, even strands of hair… they could all be turned into instruments of torture.
But… something felt… off?
Hanabi couldn't help but press a hand to her forehead as pink, petal-shaped lights shone in her pupils.
Just then, Ye Feng let out a breath and looked at Elysia with some dissatisfaction.
"My dear Elysia, your timing is impeccable."
The sense of "dissonance" Hanabi felt wasn't due to a change in her own perception.
It was simply because Ye Feng had lowered the [Moderate Hypnosis] down to [Light].
He could have stayed in this classroom and slowly played with the boundary between "common sense and non-common sense" with Hanabi, but Elysia's arrival had shattered that.
Ye Feng adjusted Hanabi's state back up to [Moderate].
"However, I don't dislike 'variables'."
Ye Feng smiled at Elysia. "On the contrary, this makes things more interesting."
"Eh?"
More… interesting?
Seeing Ye Feng's smile, the corner of Elysia's mouth twitched slightly.
She had a feeling she was in danger.
Ye Feng raised his hand and covered Hanabi's eyes. "Alright, no need to think anymore. You've been hypnotized by me. Get some rest for now. We'll play again tomorrow night."
Before Hanabi could react, her consciousness sank into a deep slumber.
The NPC Hanabi, under the effect of [Moderate Hypnosis], suddenly stood up and walked toward the door.
Splat—
Hanabi fell forward, her pale, jade-like arms stretching out in front of her.
Elysia's brow twitched. See? As I thought, the wet floor really is slippery.
"Elysia, you're on duty today. Clean up the classroom, and then we'll go to the church."
"Clean the classroom?"
Elysia looked at the complete mess inside and couldn't help but feel a desire to retreat.
The room was overflowing with an extraordinary defilement; for the flawless elven lady, it was a bit too much.
"If you're not willing, Elysia, I can always have Kiana do it."
"...Mmm, I understand. I'll do it. But, what are we going to the church for later?"
"To confess, of course."
"Eh? Confess? Me?"
"Elysia, you interrupted my fun. Don't you feel even a little bit of guilt?"
"..."
If this counted as a sin, then Elysia would rather be a villain of the highest order.
Cleaning the messy classroom wasn't difficult; she just had to overcome the psychological barrier.
But wasn't this also part of the process of adaptation?
Elysia was becoming more and more familiar with Ye Feng's scent.
---o---
The church.
Solemn, grand, quiet, and sacred.
The nun who usually led prayers was not present today.
Ye Feng led Elysia to the confessional.
The confessional was located beneath the statue of a deity, built into the wall.
It wasn't very large, like a small public phone booth from the 90s, enclosed by wooden panels. Once the door was shut, no one outside could see what was happening inside.
Those burdened by sin would come to this place, close the door, face the wall on the side of God, and speak of their sins, praying for forgiveness.
At this moment, Ye Feng was like the most righteous of priests. His posture was ramrod straight, bathed in holy light, as he spoke.
"Sinner Elysia, as long as you confess with a sincere heart, the Lord will forgive your sin."
Elysia raised her head and looked at the tall, majestic sculpture above. "...This statue seems to be of you, Mr. Ye Feng?"
"Drop the 'seems'."
"Mmm..."
So it really was Mr. Ye Feng.
"Well, go on in."
Elysia was helpless, but she could only squeeze into the narrow confessional.
Yes, she had been prepared for this when she went to the classroom to interrupt him, but…
Why was there a hole in the wall of the confessional?