[HP] I won't do this Dark Lord

No matter which corner of him she searched for, every movement of her was filled with confirmation-like deliberation, as if every time she kissed, she was asking, "Is that so?"

There was a huge groan in his heart, and Riddle deeply realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

He clenched his fists, suppressing the desire to push the person in his arms from the balcony into the room.

——He knew that as long as he moved, he would be completely defeated in this seemingly teaching, but actually a hidden contest.

This is no indulgence.

He sighed softly as their tongues tangled together.

It's clearly a tortured restraint.

54. Stop at the four steps of the strategy, it is enough

Summer vacation was coming to an end, and two days before school started, Riddle was going to give Fiona a check-up—literally.

Since his rebirth, the magic he can cast has been limited to the level corresponding to his body age. He was worried that the system would not allow him to learn new spells, but fortunately the system did not embarrass him in this regard.

"If you can really rule the magic world by studying medicine, that would be a joy to hear." The system explained its motivation for letting go.

The request was made very suddenly, but Fiona nodded without much surprise, lying flat on the sofa, letting Riddle's wand sweep over her body from head to tail.

Riddle wasn't surprised that she had expected it long ago. She had entered his room, glanced at the book he had placed by the bedside, and naturally couldn't have guessed what he was about to do.

As for why she came into his room——

It can only be said that since that night's passionate kiss, their way of getting along has undergone a breakthrough leap-perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as mutation.

For Riedel, it's hard to tell whether this changed state is good or bad.

As if knowing the essence of taste, Fiona liked the feeling of kissing.

In this field opened for her by Riddle, and she is very happy to develop it herself, she lacks the shyness and reserve that normal girls should have. To put it bluntly, even a coquettish courtesan would not be as active and open as her. Be straightforward, express your desires without a trace of concealment.

When he was waving his wand to prepare breakfast, when they were walking together by the lake, or in a gloomy cave, facing rows of creepy skeletons, no matter what they were doing or the atmosphere at the time, she would never mind. Pull his sleeve without warning, or poke his back abruptly, and say very naturally: "I want to kiss you."

As for the scene of knocking on his door in the middle of the night, standing at the door in a thin nightgown, and softly saying: "Can I kiss you now?" The person on the bed couldn't wait, and now he sat on the head of the bed calmly and beckoned her to come in. He didn't bother to count how many surprise attacks he had experienced during this time.

During this time, Riddle occasionally had a ridiculous idea that maybe the system was indeed here to help him, and Fiona was undoubtedly a thick whetstone on his road to success.Since his rebirth, no matter whether it is spiritually or physically, in all aspects, he has been tempered almost immediately to sanctification through patience that is enough to amaze everyone in the world.

Why do you say that?

Just when Riddle pressed Fiona onto the bed for the first time, and put his hand through the hem of her nightgown, the system asked faintly, "Are you sure you want to continue?"

The boiling brain suddenly cooled down halfway, and Riddle asked vigilantly, "What do you mean?"

"As for your moral level, I have always considered the minimum, but I was a little surprised that you broke through the shame like a beast on the back of your head." The system first satirized a few times habitually. Then he said lazily, "Mr. Riddle, do you still remember the consequences of harming the mission target?"

harm?Where--

Riddle looked at the girl under him. She didn't seem to have full gray hair hanging down her back. When he pressed down, he could easily wrap her completely in his arms.

The boiling brain completely calmed down together with the body.

He couldn't bear to curse a curse word.

Can this count as damage?

Well...he really couldn't guarantee that he would never cause any harm to her in the process of continuing.

Forget it, just wait.

He sighed gloomily.

However, the torment of the waiting process reached the point where he couldn't help but look forward to starting school soon so that he could end his life under the same roof as soon as possible.

——When he first planned to live together, Riddle never imagined that there would be such a situation that tested his self-control.

He would never admit that it was because his reason was as weak as paper, and he couldn't even control the empty body that couldn't be relieved, but put all the responsibility on Fiona.

In terms of torturing people, she really has an incomparable talent.

Facts have proved that Fiona's ability to awaken during the magic riot is in line with the desire in her repressed nature.

One is to sense the emotions of animals, which is caused by her being restricted from communicating with people normally since she was a child, and the other is to manipulate other people's thoughts, which is the backlash against the long-term abnormal control.

Fiona, who looks calm, indifferent, ascetic, and non-aggressive, actually has an extremely paranoid desire to control, especially in the aspects she is interested in, and must occupy an absolute dominant position.

Like kissing.

So, she said "I want to kiss you" instead of "want you to kiss me" or "want to kiss".

When Fiona said this, what Riddle wanted was not to push her against the wall and give her a dizzy kiss, but to motion him closer and let her take the lead.When she had had enough of kissing tenderly, she would hope that he would kiss her as gently and lingeringly as he would brush a cat's fur and scratch its chin.Until this set of procedures is over, she will be like a well-fed cat, limp and lazily nestled in his arms and squinting for a while.

But if Riddle couldn't stand this kind of itchy kiss, and wanted to suppress her and let him lead the rhythm, Fiona would push him away with an unhappy expression of ruined interest, and refuse him in an extremely unreasonable manner. kiss.

This more or less hit Riddle's self-esteem.

And compared to the damaged self-esteem, the desire to be easily picked up in mid-air seems to be a little more unbearable.

Countless ways flashed through my mind to let Fiona know who was in a strong position, but all Riddle could do was to bend down a little, or hold her on his lap, so that this little guy wouldn't catch her. A kiss and a twisted neck.

When the task is completed, let's see how he comes back with a lesson!

"Have you reached a conclusion?" Fiona asked casually, looking at the various halos of light surrounding her, not seeming to be worried about the result.

Riddle came back to his senses, and observed the information fed back by various inspection spells on Fiona.

He's five feet two inches tall and weighs 89 lbs, well, two months of feeding has made a difference, but he's still on the thin side, too short, he's almost six feet now, he's going to be about six feet three inches by the end, height and build If there's too much difference, whether it's kissing or something else—it's not that convenient anyway.

As for others, blood sugar is a little low, a little anemia, heart, lungs, stomach...

Riddle gradually frowned.

What's going on, why are all her viscera damaged?The aftermath of the magic riot?Were these therapists not cured at the time?

Also, there is indeed a situation where the magic power is escaping from her body. As the therapist said, it is not serious, and it will not appear like a mist like a squib, but some magic power in the shape of water droplets is dripping from her body Evaporated again out of thin air, which made her look as wet as if she had been fished out of water under the silver light effect.

On the whole, it doesn't look healthy, nor is it terminally ill, and the situation is still within controllable range.

It's just a little weird...

"When you cast the spell, do you feel the magic stagnation?" Riddle asked.

Fiona didn't hide anything, she nodded and said, "Didn't you see my performance in class?"

He thought she was faking it!

Having witnessed the scene when Fiona was picking out her wand, how could Riddle believe that her real strength was that she was always the last few successes in Charms and Transfiguration?

Even now, he is still a little skeptical.

It was hard for him to fully believe what Fiona seemed to be showing frankly.

"What else? Is there any discomfort in your body?" Riddle bent over, carefully identifying the flashing light effects on her body, and asked earnestly like a professional and dedicated therapist.

Fiona, who was lying on the sofa, stared at the face floating above her vision for a while, seeming to be slightly distracted.

Then, she smiled, "I want to kiss you."

Riddle: "..."

For a moment, I didn't know if she wanted to change the subject or if she really had a kissing addiction.

Seeing his speechless expression, Fiona laughed.

Slowly, Riddle put away his wand, stepped over her body, pressed her between the sofa and his legs, and gagged her firmly.

……

When he left the wooden house where he had lived for two months, Riddle locked the door and handed the key to Fiona. She took it, tied the key around her neck with a thin silver chain, and slipped it into her collar inside.

"Like it here?" Riddle asked.

"I love it," Fiona replied.

Riddle smiled, with a very relieved expression, but he didn't really believe it in his heart.

After painstakingly preparing this place, and serving her as a house elf and a humanoid pillow for another two months, her favorability did not increase, making him