The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies

The next morning, dawn broke, the faint light filtering through the window and painting the floor of Adele’s room with a delicate frost. Adele woke, shivering slightly in the cool air, thinking the temperature must have dropped overnight, allowing the chill to seep into her room. She instinctively snuggled deeper into the warmth beside her, causing both Celeste and First Snow, still lost in sleep, to instinctively tighten their hold on her. Despite their exhaustion, their embrace radiated a comforting warmth that seeped into Adele’s heart. She smiled, content to linger in this cozy haven for a few more minutes.

It was early, even for a holiday. Waking before nine on a day off was practically sacrilege. Adele had only managed six or seven hours of sleep after the previous night’s… activities. Not even a full eight hours. Beside her, Celeste and First Snow, one human, one cat-girl, looked far more exhausted, their faces pale with fatigue. The exertions of the previous night had taken their toll. Adele, however, as the Lust Witch, felt invigorated, her energy replenished by the absorbed essence of lust. She was, in a sense, a living embodiment of the phrase “the more you give, the more you get.” The more she indulged, the stronger she became. From this perspective, not having a harem would be a waste of her abilities.

This was way more useful than the Revenge Witch’s power, Adele mused. She was starting to suspect that becoming the Lust Witch was the right path for her, a fortunate accident of fate. The author… the author knows nothing about writing!

While Adele felt energized, Celeste and First Snow were clearly exhausted. They had fallen asleep in Adele’s arms, clinging to her for comfort. Adele, unable to resist their adorable exhaustion, succumbed to sleep once more. It had been a memorable night, deepening her bond with Celeste and ushering First Snow into a new stage of maturity. And Adele herself felt stronger than ever, the absorbed energy coursing through her veins. If she had previously considered herself on par with Celeste, a Sequence Two, now she felt confident enough to challenge even a Sequence One. As a Sequence Five, a mixed-blood human and vampire, the weakest of her kind, Adele now possessed the confidence to rival even the most talented Sequence Ones. It was a miracle only a witch could achieve.

Of course, this only applied to ordinary Sequence Ones. She still doubted she could defeat the truly gifted ones. After all, strength came gradually, not in leaps and bounds. Adele was content with her current progress. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the quiet of the morning, drifting back to sleep for a few more minutes.

When she finally woke, restless and unable to sleep any longer, she carefully extracted herself from Celeste and First Snow’s embrace and tiptoed downstairs, intending to prepare breakfast for the three of them. They stirred slightly as she moved, their arms tightening around her, their faces creased with a sleepy pout. But Adele whispered a promise of breakfast into their ears, and they relaxed their hold, allowing her to escape. People were surprisingly susceptible to suggestion while asleep, provided they trusted the speaker implicitly. Otherwise, how would those hypnosis doujinshi… ahem! What doujinshi? Adele knew nothing about those!

She padded down the stairs to the kitchen. Breakfast was usually a simple affair, so Adele rarely ordered takeout. But lunch and dinner were different; she didn’t enjoy the greasy mess of cooking. More importantly – she hated doing dishes! The student dormitory didn’t have a dishwasher, so cooking meant cleaning up afterward, a significant detractor from the joy of life. After all, it wasn’t like she had a white-haired, three-no angel constantly at her beck and call, taking care of everything… or was it?

As Adele reached the kitchen door, the sight before her made her freeze. Then, a delighted gasp escaped her lips.

“Seraph!”

“…”

Through the kitchen door, she could clearly see the white-haired angel Seraph, wearing an apron, preparing breakfast.

Seraph seemed so focused on her task that she didn’t initially notice Adele’s presence, tilting her head slightly in a cute display of concentration.

Her confusion was genuine, but not because she hadn’t noticed Adele.

On the contrary, within this house, nothing escaped her ethereal senses. She had observed Adele, Celeste, and First Snow’s every move throughout the night, storing the data away for… research purposes. Definitely not for any… other reason.

As for why Seraph was in the kitchen preparing breakfast at dawn…

It could only be explained as an angel’s whim.

Adele wasn’t the type to overthink things. Wanting to hug Seraph, she pushed open the kitchen door and embraced the angel.

The petite angel, caught off guard by the sudden embrace, froze, unsure how to react.

“…”

Seraph had never been comfortable with Adele’s enthusiasm.

However, she never showed it, and she never refused.

Or rather, it wasn’t that she wasn’t comfortable, she just didn’t know how to respond.

She could be a perfect toy, not resisting, not afraid of pain, not crying or making a fuss.

But she was at a loss when it came to the care and affection Adele showered her with.

Because in the programming given to her and her sisters by the Lord, the option of “love” didn’t exist.

Not to mention reciprocating love, even the initiative to love didn’t exist.

It shouldn’t… exist.

But the scene of her former sisters falling and becoming fallen angels was still vivid in Seraph’s mind.

They defied the Lord’s programming, being loved and loving on their own accord.

Therefore, they fell.

So did this mean that angels, when created, actually had the ability to “love and be loved”?

It was just that once they awakened this ability…

They would inevitably fall, eventually becoming fallen angels.

Of course, this wasn’t to say that learning to love and be loved would automatically turn one into a fallen angel.

Seraph’s sisters, like the woman now known as “Cha Keke,” they became fallen angels after experiencing many things in the distant mythical era, it was a gradual process.@@novelbin@@

Seraph hadn’t experienced such heart-wrenching pain. If it was just liking someone…

She wouldn’t necessarily become a fallen angel.

Seraph didn’t seem to realize…

That her own heart had already begun to waver because of her daily intimacy with Adele.

She just put aside her thoughts, shook her head, and said calmly to Adele, who was still clinging to her,

“Please wait until I’ve finished making these three servings of pasta.”

“I can’t do it while you’re holding me like this.”

“Three servings? What about you, Seraph?”

Adele keenly noticed the key point.

Seraph was a little surprised that Adele would think of this.

But after thinking about it carefully, it shouldn’t be surprising that Adele would care about her.

Because Adele… was a very gentle girl.

“I don’t need to eat or excrete, I’m just a doll.”

“Eh… I don’t agree with that!”

Adele started to act like a spoiled child, pouting her alluring lips.

“…”

Seraph was silent again, because she was easily rendered speechless by Adele’s words.

And what surprised her even more was…

That when she looked at Adele’s soft, pursed lips…

A sudden, inexplicable curiosity arose in her heart.

She wanted to know…

What it would taste like if she suddenly kissed them.

And how would Adele react?

Seraph, realizing her strange thoughts, froze, her eyes glazing over.

Because she wanted to find the reason for these thoughts, but she couldn’t.

So she just froze there, like a computer crashing.

Adele was a little worried about her state and hurriedly let go of the girl’s waist.

“S-Seraph?”

After a while, Seraph recovered and said calmly,

“…I’m fine.”

“I just encountered something that you might call a bug in this era.”

“My functions can’t explain it.”

“Eh!?”

So you really are an artificial life form, Seraph!

You’re showing your true colors now, aren’t you!?

Every angel is actually a gynoid!?

Strange thoughts like these popped into Adele’s head.

Fortunately, Seraph couldn’t read her mind.

She just went back to her original plan, continuing to prepare pasta for Adele, Celeste, and First Snow.

Soon, she prepared three servings of breakfast and brought them to the dining table, steaming hot and looking delicious.

It seemed that she was determined to only make breakfast for Adele, Celeste, and First Snow, ignoring herself.

Noticing this, Adele’s expression showed a hint of displeasure.

Seraph was at a loss.

To be honest, she really wanted to comfort Adele, who was throwing a tantrum.

But her true spirit, her angelic self outside this body, was confused – why did she have such feelings?

Torn between these two conflicting feelings, Seraph could do nothing but freeze.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, Adele suddenly stood up from her seat angrily and strode towards the kitchen.

About five minutes later, she came to the angel with a sandwich she had made herself, a proud look on her face.

The girl handed the sandwich to the angel, and as Seraph stared at her dumbfounded, Adele said in a textbook tsundere tone,

“I-it’s not like I made this specially for you or anything!”

“The lettuce at home is about to expire, yeah, that’s it!”

Even though her “tsundere” act was a bit too deliberate…

It didn’t diminish Adele’s affection, like a gentle drizzle, falling on Seraph’s “heart,” which shouldn’t even exist.

It made her feel, for the first time, the warmth of being cared for and loved.

“…”

The angel, as always, remained silent, not knowing how to respond.

But Adele didn’t need any response or reward, as long as she could convey her feelings to Seraph’s heart, she would be content.

Adele didn’t stare at Seraph, waiting for her to eat. After doing all this, she came to her own pasta, sniffed it curiously, and then showed a greedy expression.

It had to be said that Seraph’s cooking skills were really good!

Although it lacked soul, it was more like a dish made by a machine, with ingredients measured to the gram and cooking time precise to the millisecond, the seasonings neither too much nor too little, and the order absolutely perfect.

But machine-made food was inherently delicious.

If it was made by a human chef, Adele would worry about finding a hair in it.

As for Seraph, she seemed to have realized something while silently staring at the lettuce and jam sandwich in her hand.

Perhaps Adele didn’t need her thanks.

But if she savored Adele’s kindness, Adele would probably be happy.

So even though Seraph’s body didn’t need to eat, only needing magic power to sustain itself…

Seraph’s ethereal will still made her body, which was created for Adele, eat the sandwich, bite by bite, until it was all gone.

Not even a single lettuce leaf was left.

After doing all this, Seraph said politely,

“Thank you for the meal, Adele.”

Adele’s eyes lit up, she looked genuinely happy.

What an easy-to-understand girl, her purity was surprising.

But most of the time, Adele was actually a cunning girl.

“How did it taste!?”

Adele seemed to care about Seraph’s evaluation.

She thought that no one would want the dish they personally made to not be appreciated.

Oh no, except for Seraph.

This girl simply thought that she should cook for Adele, and it could also kill some time, she probably didn’t have those kinds of emotions.

Angels didn’t need praise from humans.

What they needed was probably the approval of the “Lord.”

Then what about fallen angels?

They didn’t even expect the “Lord’s” approval, then what were they expecting?

Adele didn’t think that much, she just stared at Seraph curiously, waiting for her answer.

“…It was amazing.”

She originally thought that a “not bad” would already be a high praise from Seraph, given that she was trying to be considerate of Adele’s feelings.

But she unexpectedly received an “amazing” evaluation, which made Adele’s eyes sparkle like stars.

Seraph suddenly felt… if she had to use human language to describe it, it would be “embarrassed.”

But just the emergence of such an emotion was enough to surprise Seraph.

Especially under Adele’s gaze, she could even clearly feel this emotion intensifying.

Just facing this feeling of embarrassment was already overwhelming for her.

Not to mention having to face the cute Adele directly.

To prevent her body from overheating, and also worried about showing her embarrassment in front of Adele, Seraph didn’t make any excuses and simply disappeared before Adele even turned around.

“…”

Adele looked slightly disappointed.

But Seraph’s actions were within her expectations.

Because this angel was always a whimsical being, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

Adele had long been used to it.

As for the possibility that Seraph might have “run away because of embarrassment,” Adele didn’t even think about it.

After all, in her impression, angels were a strange race that seemed to lack emotions.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say they were like machines.

After all, one definition of a machine was a tool created by humans to execute certain programs and save labor.

If angels were also beings created by the “Lord” to achieve a certain goal…

Then calling them “machines” didn’t seem to be a problem.

But even if Seraph was an emotionless machine…

Occasionally… Adele still wanted to do something for her.

She wanted Seraph to feel human emotions.

And the warmth that reached the heart.