Chapter 179: Hunters Often Appear as Prey

As Letia continued sleeping beside him, Red’s déjà vu only grew stronger.

Honestly, Letia and Litt really did look alike.

The only real differences were their height, and that Litt seemed more mature.

Now that this girl wasn’t talking, the resemblance became almost unreal.

Letia lay curled up on the bed, her delicate face turned toward Red.

Her soft breaths landed on his chest, making his heart itch uncontrollably.

Red’s hand reached out on its own…

And gently rested on Letia’s white-stockinged thigh.

It felt incredibly smooth, cool to the touch—almost addictive.

The two were very close now, yet Letia showed absolutely no resistance or vigilance.

“Seriously… they look way too alike.”

If Letia and Litt stood side by side, anyone would assume they were sisters.

But both Letia and Litt claimed they were only children—no siblings.

Could they be… long-lost sisters?

Red frowned, thinking hard.

It was true Letia never really mentioned her family.

Maybe the relationship wasn’t close enough yet.

More importantly—no one had ever asked about her background.

Even so, based on all the clues and his time with her, Red had formed a theory:

Perhaps—even Letia herself had never met her parents.

In the Holy Tribunal, battle priests were often orphans taken in by the Church.

Letia was unlikely to be an exception.

The cool feeling through the stocking cleared Red’s head instantly.

Sharing a room alone with a girl like this—of course temptation existed.

But that icy touch helped him keep his sanity.

Still… now that he thought about it:

He never once saw Letia and Litt appear together.

Could there be… another possibility…?

While Red was busy thinking, Letia slowly opened her eyes.

She looked half-awake, half-dreaming.

Her gaze slid from Red’s face down to the hand on her thigh.

A silent moment.

Her throat moved, as if she were about to speak—

Then she quietly closed her eyes again, and wrapped her arms gently around Red’s neck.

The next instant, her seemingly loose embrace snapped tight—a sudden constriction like soft vines turning into iron!

Her flushed face pressed against Red’s ear, breath warm with a trace of wine.

She spoke in a whisper—sweet, lazy, and dangerously amused.

“You still insisting we’re pure and innocent like nothing happened…? Like this… who do you think will believe it?”

“Surprised?”

Her voice was honey-soaked venom—sweet but deadly.

“This is part of my plan too~”

Only then did Red truly understand the saying—

“Hunters often appear first as prey.”

In the mirror nearby, Letia’s reflection came into view.

Not a hint of drunkenness remained.

Her lips curved in a playful, cat-and-mouse smile.

“When morning comes, and the door opens…”

Her whisper coiled like a devil’s murmur:

“You can go explain it to Mason and everyone else. Tell them a man and a woman locked in a room all night long did nothing but cuddle and sleep. Let’s see who believes you.”

“Not a single person~”

Cold sweat trickled down Red’s back.

He tried to struggle, mustering strength from his waist and arms—

But Letia’s stocking-clad legs shifted like a trap closing in.

Her soft-looking feet locked his thigh and waist with unbreakable leverage.

No matter how hard he strained, his body wouldn’t budge—pinned completely.

“Tsk tsk~ I was planning to give you a little… ‘benefit’…”

Letia sighed in mock regret, yet her tone was full of smug delight.

“Too bad. You know what they say—hesitation leads to defeat~”

She laughed lightly, her breath teasing his ear.

“I gave you your chance… and you couldn’t make use of it~”

Red’s face twisted with a mix of emotions.

Was he angry?

A little.

But mostly—she was WAY too close!

They were practically pressed together from head to toe.

He could smell her faint scent—delicate and intoxicating—almost knocking his brain into the sky.

Her soft body molded tightly against his—no sane, healthy man could stay rational in this position!

But what good was desire when every limb was completely pinned in place?

“So yeah—let’s stay like this till morning~ My dear~”

Her voice was lazy, victorious, and faintly satisfied.

The last three words stretched sweetly like a humming cat.

Meanwhile, Red lay there like prey wrapped tightly by an octopus—no escape, only despair.

His mind resisted with all its strength.

His body obeyed her completely.

Was it torture?

Was it pleasure?

Hard to say.

But one thing was certain—

“How the hell am I supposed to sleep like this?!”

***

Morning came.

Red wished he could erase the night entirely.

He stared at the peacefully sleeping girl on top of him—emotionless, almost defeated.

It felt like a frail maiden pinned and rubbed into the dirt by a beastly brute…

Except he was the maiden.

All night!

He struggled to break free.

To escape.

And failed miserably.

Did this damned priest dump every stat point into Strength?!

Red always thought he was pretty strong.

But compared to her?

Yeah…

Tos was right.

If they ever ended up together he’d probably spend most of his life being “passively enjoyed.”

“Morning~”

Letia chirped sweetly, still latched onto him like a koala.

And she had zero plans to let go.

If anything, she looked extremely satisfied with her human pillow.

Why go this far?

She could’ve just pretended to sleep till morning.

Why restrain him all night?

Simple.

Because Red… almost escaped her trap.

And she wasn’t about to risk that.