What kind of mood was Quanxi in, being cuckolded right in front of her?
Was it anger?
Or some other emotion?
Quanxi smoked, and no one knew what she was thinking or how she was feeling at the moment. Only the speed of her smoking gradually increased.
Cosmo was a little worried about Quanxi's current state. She looked at Quanxi, who was smoking nearby, and then at the small white panties in her hand...
"I…"
Cosmo was momentarily dazed, then suddenly understood what she was doing at that very moment...
"What... what am I doing…"
Cosmo's heart was beating violently and gradually began to ache. It was only then that she realized she had betrayed Quanxi — and in the most serious way.
She had betrayed Quanxi right in front of her.
Wasn't she Quanxi's woman?
Committing a crime in front of one's spouse—what's the difference?
Because Cosmo had actually taken off her small panties in front of Quanxi to prove that she had experienced a rising tide because Renji was a man.
Most people, before encountering Renji, would not have such an exaggerated reaction as Cosmo. Just looking at Renji and imagining certain things would cause a slight effect of a rising tide.
But Cosmo was different. After all, she was a Devilman, with many fragmented memories from her previous life in hell. She knew the special attack effect Renji's male body had on all women in this world.
Moreover, in this life, her constitution was also a bit more sensitive. With just imagination, her tide had already risen quite a bit.
Realizing that she had betrayed Lord Quanxi, Cosmo felt guilty and heartbroken. Her face was hot, and she lowered her head, silent, no longer speaking.
"Don't mind me, you two continue. I'm also thinking about this matter."
Quanxi noticed Cosmo's situation at this time, waved her hand, indicating that it was fine and she shouldn't mind her.
As Quanxi spoke, she flicked away the cigarette butt in her hand, lit another one, and started smoking again.
"Blood…"
"…"
Power's handcuffed hands reached toward Cosmo's head, gently patting her hair and exposed brain.
"Blood…"
"That's true... hahaha... really, how could I be so stupid? Because of the excitement, I completely forgot how Lord Quanxi would feel, ignoring Lord Quanxi...
"And what does the previous life have to do with our current life? Different experiences, different memories, different personalities — we're completely different people...
I... ugh... I'm... I'm so sorry, Lord Quanxi...!"
Cosmo lowered her head, her hands clasped tightly together, fingertips white from the force. Her heart pounded with every beat, accompanied by an inner tremor. Tears welled up in her eyes, finally falling uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Her voice trembled as she repeated the phrase over and over.
"I'm... I'm so sorry~ Th-that... Lord Quanxi? I... I'm... I'm so sorry! I'm truly sorry! Please... please forgive me..."
Cosmo wiped away her tears, desperately apologizing to Quanxi, but her apology was cut short by Quanxi's gentle words.
"All right, stop, stop, stop. Lift your head. What if your pretty face gets ruined from crying?"
Cosmo paused—Quanxi had somehow appeared in front of her. She looked up at Quanxi.
In Quanxi's eyes, there was no blame, only deep care and understanding, which brought a warm current to Cosmo's heart, and at the same time, made her feel even more guilty.
"My woman should not shed tears for anything. If you cry, it must be my fault, that I didn't protect you well.
Anyway, put on your small panties first, and then we'll talk when we get home."
"Lord Quanxi... O-okay...! Lord Quanxi...! Wuwuwu..."
Cosmo burst into tears again, rushing into Quanxi's embrace and tightly hugging Quanxi's slender waist.
"Oh my~ Lord Quanxi is so cool~ So cool! This domineering woman's declaration~"
"Blood...!"
"…!"
After some time, Quanxi reappeared near the small alley. She sat quietly on the eaves of the nearest low-rise house.
"Man… so that's it... the one recorded in Man's Religion... so that's how it is..."
It had been about half an hour, and Quanxi had been sitting there, smoking.
The alley in the night was exceptionally quiet, only the distant, fading siren broke the tranquility. Quanxi took a deep drag from her cigarette, then slowly exhaled, the smoke dissipating in the gentle breeze, as if carrying away a trace of her vexation.
She had returned here originally to find Renji, with a simple goal: to kill him.
But when she returned and saw only busy police officers in the alley, diligently investigating the scene and towing away the taxi that had once carried Renji, she knew she had come too late.
Renji was no longer there; he had left early.
After finishing that cigarette, Quanxi took out the pack from her pocket, pulled out another one, lit it, and began smoking again with an expressionless face.
Although Quanxi's face was expressionless, her heart was filled with mixed emotions: disappointment, anger at herself, but more so, helplessness and sorrowful indignation towards herself.
When Cosmo apologized, she actually didn't have the courage to respond — because her own body had also reacted to Renji with a rising tide, even more intensely.
In this regard, rather than Cosmo betraying her first, it was she who had betrayed Cosmo first.
Cosmo's rising tide caused a very serious sense of crisis to surge from the depths of Quanxi's heart.
Just by looking, by relying on imagination, Cosmo would experience a slight rising tide.
So what about touching Renji?
And engaging in intimate acts with him?
Quanxi herself, with such strong physical endurance, had almost reached her limit—let alone her four women, who would be panting with exhaustion even after just a session of yin pa?
Quanxi was afraid—no, terrified—that one day her women would leave her and fall into Renji's embrace.
Unconsciously, Quanxi thought of Renji's face again...
"Hey, what are you doing back here? You should go back,"
a female police officer said to the officer who had rushed into the alley.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Senior! My wallet must have fallen here! Where is it... where, where... Ah! Found it, found it!"
The officer picked up her wallet, which had been covered by trash, only a corner of it peeking out. She breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, she smelled something strange.
"Cigarette smoke? Is someone smoking?"
She looked around and soon spotted a faint spark on a low-rise building in the alley—someone was up there.
"Is... is someone there?"
She rubbed her eyes. When she looked again, the figure had vanished.
"Did I see it wrong?"
"Hey, hurry up! Haven't you found your wallet already?"
"Okay, okay! Senior, I'm coming!"
The coffee shop door gently closed, the lingering chime of the welcome bell echoing softly through the interior.
"Welcome~ How many people?"
The manager behind the counter greeted warmly.
The guest raised her index finger, indicating she was alone.
"All right~ This way, please~"
The manager led the guest to a seat with practiced hospitality.
"Ugh... it's really hot in the kitchen..."
Reze emerged from the steaming kitchen, wiping sweat from her forehead. Her face was full of exhaustion. She spotted the manager attending to the new guest, who hadn't noticed her.
Grateful for a moment of peace, Reze decided to sneak away for a quick nap.
But after only two steps, the manager called out to her.
"Hey, Reze, just in time. There's a new guest over there. Go ask what she'd like."
"Eh…?! I just finished working~ Can't I rest for a bit?"
"You're noisy. Be careful or I'll dock your pay."
"Tch, so stingy~ All right, all right~ I get it~"
Reze washed her hands under running water, gently shook off the droplets, then meticulously tied her apron.
She picked up the menu and walked toward the new guest.
However, when she saw the guest's face clearly, the smile on her lips instantly froze—replaced by a look of shock and disbelief.
"May I ask, what would you like, esteemed guest?"
Reze stood beside the table, her voice devoid of its usual flippancy.
The guest took the menu, not even glancing at its contents, and immediately began pointing and ordering.
"This one, and this one... and finally this one. Actually, just bring one of everything, please."
Himeno tilted her head, adjusted the hat on her head, and spoke calmly.