"Angewomon! Let's fall together!"
Sora's words were shocking.
"Fall and become LadyDevimon, then ultimately evolve into Lilithmon. As one of the Seven Great Demon Lords, even if she's the weakest, we wouldn't have to fear Belphemon anymore!"
Just like the progression sequence of consuming magic potions, different Digimon require different evolution conditions. Lilithmon, symbolizing 'Lust' among the Seven Great Demon Lords, had an obvious evolution requirement.
That was—flirting and indulging in desires!
"What?!"
Angewomon felt as if she'd been struck by lightning.
She had thought that becoming stronger together meant researching magic and improving combat skills—not something like this! This Sora, who had saved her, was supposed to be a righteous warrior…
"Stop!"
Angewomon found herself unable to control her body. She could only make her one and only resistance—a verbal warning, "Stop at once, or… or I'll keep screaming in your mind forever!"
Sora's movements paused.
Angewomon suddenly felt a sense of loss, and steadied herself, "Sora, stop doing things like this, otherwise, The Holy Ring will disappear."
The so-called Holy Ring was the circular accessory possessed by some holy-type Digimon.
Sora looked at the status screen, where the probability of becoming LadyDevimon still remained at a mere one percent, "This is all for survival."
Angewomon remained unmoved, firmly stating, "If survival means falling into corruption, then I would rather not survive!"
She seemed to have something in her heart more important than simply living.
"..." Sora fell silent.
Because her heartbeat quickened. Because she felt joy.
She had transmigrated, freed from the gravity of reality, wanting to do whatever she pleased. Yet, she feared losing control and turning into a fool, so she restrained herself, careful and reserved. For these past ten days, she had behaved properly, just like an ordinary person.
But now, things were different.
Inside her was a kind, righteous soul, as bright as the sun.
With such a soul as an anchor, she could fly even higher.
Like a kite—no matter how high it soared, there was no need to fear losing balance, given that there was a string holding it. That string was both a restraint and a source of security.
Human nature is to seek security.
And Angewomon's soul was Sora's sense of security, the safety valve against recklessness.
"!"
Angewomon sensed Sora's accelerated heartbeat and noticed her silence. She worried that she had spoken too harshly, hurting Sora, and suddenly felt guilty.
Although Sora's methods were questionable, she was still her savior.
She should be gentler, guiding her toward the right path with patience and care.
That was what a just Angewomon should do.
As she pondered how to comfort Sora, she abruptly felt a pleasurable sensation seep into her consciousness.
Angewomon, flustered and angry, shouted, "I told you to stop!"
"This time, it's not about making you fall—just a simple, everyday indulgence. Feels nice, right?"
'...It does feel nice.'
'Wait, how was she so skilled at this? Before I woke up, just how many times did she do this?!'
If she still had a body, Angewomon would have been blushing furiously, "...Even if it feels good, it's still not allowed."
Sora walked into the bathroom, and spread her arms in front of the mirror, "Look at this chest, this waist, these legs, this butt. If we don't enjoy them ourselves, should we let someone else enjoy them instead?"
Angewomon retorted, "Don't you feel ashamed?"
Sora chuckled, "It's just the two of us here. I already see you as my second personality. When I'm alone with myself, is there any need for shame?"
'...What second personality?! You're the outsider here!'
Angewomon grumbled inwardly, but seeing Sora's sincerity, she sighed and admitted, "You're too perverted."
"And what's wrong with that?"
'So self-righteous…'
Angewomon really wanted to take a deep breath in exasperation, but she couldn't control the body. She could only accept that her savior, this body-sharing partner, was an utter pervert.
"...I understand now," Sora turned away.
"Understand what?" Angewomon had a bad feeling.
Sora laughed softly, "I'll show you something even more perverted."
"Wait!"
Seeing Sora about to lift the roof off the room, Angewomon finally gave in and relented, "Fine! Our body is ours to enjoy—no one else!"
"Ha, you finally understand." Sora smiled contentedly.
'Plan complete~'
Her daily little pleasure was now secured.
"Mm!" Angewomon's mind wavered.
Sora said, "The weak fall into temptation, which is why they must abstain. But true strength is controlling desire—remaining oneself within it. This is a trial. Only after experiencing the baptism of all seven desires can one become truly strong."
Angewomon thought it made sense. Rather than forbidding base pleasures, maintaining oneself while indulging in them could also be a test of willpower.
'If I pass this trial, I can become a Seraphimon!' Angewomon thought determinedly.
Sora left the dormitory.
Angewomon worriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
"Relax, I won't do anything crazy."
After all, she had only been teasing before. Sora wandered around the Fairy Tail world, getting to know the members of the Fairy Tail guild, then returned to the library to continue studying magic.
Although she had already grasped the basics of Take Over Magic, she still needed to read up on advanced techniques.
After a day of training, she had dinner at the guild, then returned to the dormitory, freshened up, and lay on the bed, drifting off to sleep.
Before sleeping, she said to Angewomon, "Good night."
"Good night…"
On her first day of consciousness, she found her body had been taken over by a pervert. The only silver lining was that Sora did not hide her thoughts but revealed her true self.
That meant she at least possessed the virtue of 'innocence,' meaning she could still be saved.
This gave Angewomon a sense of duty—a mission to redeem this pervert.
…
A new day began. Sora woke up, stretched, then walked to the window and opened it, letting the morning breeze refresh her.
She felt better than she had on any other morning.
"Huh? My magic power is stronger than yesterday." That put Sora in an even better mood.
But it also made her curious. Sleep usually only restored stamina and magic power—it wasn't supposed to enhance it.
"After you fell asleep, I was able to control the body."
Angewomon's voice echoed in her mind.
"I see. That's great."
Sora didn't mind. After all, she was the only one who might misuse the body. Angewomon was the more conservative one, so there was no worry about her going wild.
If anything, having Angewomon continue training while Sora's consciousness rested was like a training accelerator—double the efficiency.
'Perfect!'
Angewomon said, "Last night, I tried using Take Over Magic."
Sora asked curiously, "Do you have a soul to take over?"
Without a soul to absorb, Take Over Magic wouldn't work, but they had only just learned it yesterday—where could Angewomon have found a soul?
Angewomon replied, "Myself."
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