Chapter 172 : Yes, Lady Milly

“This is a misunderstanding.”

Stacy had just started to speak when Milly’s fingers pressed against her lips.

She looked at the girl before her, unable to understand why the hero was acting this way.

As for Milly, the moment she slammed her against the wall, she had already planned her next move.

Stacy. Teased her, did you? Today, she would get it all back.

But in reality, although she had planned everything, the moment she did it, she started to regret it. The reason was simple. She had been so focused on replicating Stacy’s moves that she had forgotten the height difference between them.

It was only because the Saintess Stacy was flustered by Milly’s sudden move, her legs giving way, that she was able to pull off the kabedon.

The situation was extremely awkward. Not only did Stacy have to half-squat, but Milly had to stand on her tiptoes to complete the move.

What kind of kabedon was this?

Forget it. Milly shook her head. The height difference was a real problem. It wasn’t her fault she had been transmigrated into a loli. And she hadn’t really noticed the height difference until now. Stacy was at least a head taller than her.

But the kabedon was done. As for the next step, Milly had no experience. But she could learn from Stacy. Everything that had been done to her, she would now return in full.

Following the plan in her mind, Milly’s fingers slid from Stacy’s lips down to her chin, gently lifting it. The distance between them was so close that Milly could feel Stacy’s warm breath.

Maybe a little too close. No, no. Remembering Stacy’s previous moves, Milly tried to curl her lips, imitating her provocative pose. Her fingers gently caressed Stacy’s chin, her lips slightly curled, a faint smile on her face, as if she had her completely in her grasp.

Next, she had to say something.

But the words were stuck in her throat. And not just the words, but her expression too. It had always been her who was pinned against the wall, who was underneath. Now that their roles were reversed, it was too much for her.

She couldn’t see her own face, but the smile she was trying to force must be very stiff. And her fingers on Stacy’s chin were trembling slightly. Damn it… she couldn’t even imitate her basic flirtatiousness, let alone her aura.

“Tch…”

Was she destined to be the one on the bottom?

What the hell? Before she transmigrated, she was…

She remembered her past life. Milly suddenly fell silent. She really had no experience. Her only experience in this area was from being pinned down by Stacy.

Wait, why did she need experience in being on the bottom? If she had to be on top, she would be on top.

She was so angry she was shaking. When would she finally be able to stand up?

She cursed inwardly and looked at the Stacy she had pinned against the wall. Her reaction was unexpected.

From the moment she had been pinned, the silver-haired Saintess’s breathing had quickened, her long eyelashes trembling. A flush spread across her pale cheeks.

Her violet eyes were filled with a flustered look, like a lost deer. She had never expected Milly to make such a sudden move. And the warmth of Milly’s breath on her ear made her own ears burn.

“Hero… Hero…”

Damn it… looking at this Stacy, Milly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

She couldn’t see her as the Stacy she remembered. The scene before her was too strange, so strange that she almost thought it was a dream.

Wait, even if it was a dream, she had never had such a dream. Even when she had killed Stacy in her dreams, it was not like this. It was chopping her into pieces.

“Why… why are you doing this?”

Stacy bit her lip, her voice a whisper.

Milly was silent for a moment, then released her and took a few steps back, grabbing her hair in frustration.

What the hell? She had wanted to turn the tables, to get her revenge. But she couldn’t do it. She just felt… awkward.

Looking at this pure and holy Stacy, she couldn’t connect her with the perverted Fell God. And for some reason, she felt a sense of guilt for doing those things to her, as if she were seeing herself being forced.

“I’m sorry…”

Milly turned away. She had given up on the next step. Although she knew that she wouldn’t get another chance. When she left here and met the real Stacy, she wouldn’t have the ability to pin her against the wall.

The released Stacy took a breath, the blush on her face not fading. She straightened her messy hair and approached Milly, taking her hand. “That, Hero… do you have some misunderstanding about me?”

A hero wouldn’t do this without reason. After all, she was the chosen one. She wouldn’t be so frivolous. There must be a reason.

Hearing the title “Hero,” Milly frowned. The sense of dissonance was too strong. She wasn’t a hero, and Stacy wouldn’t call her that.

“Don’t call me Hero.”

Stacy was stunned. She had never expected the chosen one to be so resistant to the title. She knew that if she pressed, it would backfire. It was better to follow her wishes.

“Then what should I call you?”

“Just call me Milly.”

“Yes, Lady Milly.”

…

Wait… wait. Before, she had been called Hero with the suffix “-sama.” Now, why was her name also followed by “-sama”? Although hearing Stacy’s respectful tone was a little satisfying.

But the dissonance was still too strong. Stacy would never say such a thing. Even when she was disguised as Lisa, she had only called her “little sister Milly,” not such a respectful title.

No, she couldn’t get used to it. Hearing it from Stacy’s face was too weird.

“Don’t add ‘-sama.’ Just Milly.”

“But…”

Seeing Stacy about to protest, Milly couldn’t help but pinch her cheek. The soft touch made her unconsciously squeeze a little harder.

She stared into Stacy’s eyes, enunciating each word. “I said, no ‘-sama.’ Just Milly.”

“Mmm… o-kay…”

Hmm… she hadn’t had the chance before. She now realized that Stacy’s cheeks felt very nice. Compared to imitating her tone and actions, this was much more suitable for her.

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