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Possessed Yu Chaewon, or Rosalia Leone de Micaela by another name, started her day a little later than the other students.

While classes at Bellium Academy started at 9 a.m., Rosalia, who was staying at the Academy as a Saint rather than a student, didn’t have to attend lectures if she didn’t want to.

“Just five more minutes… just five more…”

If she got up too late, her biological rhythm would be disrupted, so Rosalia usually got up around 10:30 a.m.

She would roll around in bed, saying “just five more minutes” after getting up at 10 a.m., then doze off with a blank stare while having random thoughts, and finally get up and get ready for the day by washing up and fixing her hair before having breakfast.

Of course, even her breakfast was far from the usual meaning. No one would consider a cake loaded with syrup, whipped cream, and chocolate as a meal.

“Mmm…”

Rosalia, who had just devoured a strawberry cake drenched in syrup, trembled in ecstasy. When she was in this state, she felt grateful that she hadn’t returned to her original form.

No matter how much sweets she ate, she never gained weight; instead, her body maintained its perfect curves, with only her bust and hips growing.

The other three possessed individuals seemed to appreciate this fact, but Rosalia was even more pleased.

‘I don’t have to diet or exercise, and I still look like this?’

Before her possession, Rosalia had gone to great lengths to maintain her appearance and figure, watching what she ate and exercising regularly. But now, she could eat whatever she wanted without any consequences.

‘Even if I had the chance to go back, I wouldn’t. I’m not crazy enough to go through all that again.’

After finishing off the pile of desserts on her plate, she would have a drink to refresh her palate and then lounge around until lunchtime, when Mira and the others returned, and they would eat together.

After lunch, she would have another snack around 2-3 p.m., and if there were no special events, she would lounge around some more before joining Mira and the others for dinner and spending time with them until the end of the day.

It was truly a perfect day.

“Don’t you ever go outside?”

“Why bother? There are no more rumors to dispel.”

The fact that Rosalia responded with “why bother?” to Mira’s question showed how rare it was for her to leave the club room.

In the past, she had at least the pretext of creating a faction at Bellium Academy that supported her, but now, she didn’t need to bother. The club room had become her room, in a sense.

“Come on, hurry up and get moving. We’re running out of time. If you don’t finish your quota today, you’ll have to do it again tomorrow.”

However, today, there was one more reason why she shouldn’t go outside.

Latina, with her usual expressionless face and monotonous voice, urged Rosalia to get ready.

“Wait! Just a minute! Let me prepare myself!”

“You’ve already had four plates of cake since morning, so don’t give me any excuses about not being ready. Hurry up and change.”

Rosalia held a Saint’s robe in her hand. It was the robe that Rosalia, before receiving the Starlight Thread, or in other words, the original Rosalia in the novel, had worn. It was an extension of the bet she had made with Latina.

Rosalia trembled as she held the rag, which was barely worthy of being called a piece of clothing, let alone a robe.

“I wore it last time! Why do I have to wear it again?”

“Last time, it was already late at night, so it wasn’t a proper punishment. We meant a full day when we said that, and it’s not fair. Would you have accepted it if I had lost the bet and then claimed otherwise?”

“Of course!”

In fact, she wouldn’t have. If their positions had been reversed, Rosalia would have done the same thing.

But she decided to be shameless about it. After all, she had already lost the bet, so there was no harm in lying a little.

“Really?”

“Would I lie about something like this?”

“Do you swear to Mira that you’re telling the truth?”

Latina suddenly poked her head forward, her face expressionless and indifferent. Rosalia instinctively pulled back slightly, startled by the sudden intrusion.

“W-why Mira?”

“If you’re truly innocent, then you should be able to swear by him. Can you swear that you would have acted the same way if our positions were reversed?”

“Ugh…”

Rosalia averted her gaze, unable to come up with a response.

If she was truly cornered, she could simply admit it shamelessly. After all, there was no way to prove that she was lying, and she could always turn the tables by accusing them of being paranoid.

But Rosalia wasn’t that kind of person.

“Fine! I get it! I’ll put it on!”

After hesitating for a while, Rosalia finally got up from her seat. Latina nodded in satisfaction.

“I knew you would see it my way. Now, go and change.”

Rosalia trembled as she held the ‘robe’ in her hand, wishing she could tear it to shreds. Latina said, “Call me when you’re done changing,” and left the club room.

Alone in the room, Rosalia’s slender fingers hesitated as she looked at the robe she was supposed to wear. She infused it with divine power, and the nun’s robe, woven from the Starlight Thread, turned back into a spool of thread.

Beneath it was her near-perfect figure, though it was a bit odd to say that it was hidden, given the overwhelming presence of her bust.

“Ugh…”

Rosalia was once again struck by the absurdity of it all.

If she hadn’t been a Saint, she would have been devoured countless times by the male priests and the Pope, all for the sake of satisfying their lust.

The original Rosalia in the novel had grown up under the constant gaslighting of the Pope, and she had come to accept this as normal, but Possessed Yu Chaewon was not the same.

And.

“Damn that Aria…”

Aria had created this world to make it look more appealing to Mira, but when she realized that altering perceptions would take too much power and time, she gave up, leaving Rosalia with an outfit that stood out for its immodesty.

“I thought it wasn’t this bad in the original novel…”

In the novel, it was described as having a deep side slit and a hole under the bust, which was already shocking for a female-oriented yuri novel, but the modified design was even more revealing.

Rosalia’s face turned red with shame as she began to tie the ‘robe,’ which was hardly worthy of being called clothing, around her chest and legs.

The chest guard squeezed her sides together, and the thread connecting the two sides was pulled taut, causing the eight-pointed star in the center to sway with her movements.

She covered her intimate area with the cloth that hung from the eight-pointed star in the center of her chest, with a triangular line that she didn’t know the name of but was worn by nuns across her neck and shoulders.

“Ugh…”

Rosalia shuddered as the C-string-like back piece disappeared between her buttocks. The feeling of wearing it was indescribably horrible.

Finally, she carefully pressed the vertically split stockings against the inside of her thighs. She really wanted to tear the head off whoever had designed this outfit.

‘I know who it was. It was Aria, that’s who. Just you wait.’

Rosalia tried to ignore the unfamiliar sensation of being nearly naked as she called out to Latina.

“Okay, I’m done! Are you satisfied now?”

“Yes, that’s good.” Latina clapped her hands as she entered the room again.

“It’s definitely an outfit that’s embarrassing to wear. It’s even more revealing than being completely naked. I’d rather be naked than wear this.”

“You’re the one who made me wear it!”

“If you practice wearing it now, you’ll be able to act confidently when you wear it to meet Mira later. If you feel embarrassed then, it won’t work.”

“W-what…! Hey, where did you hear that from!”

Rosalia jumped up as she asked, and Latina replied nonchalantly.

“It was romantic. You said that as long as he came back safely, you would do anything for him, and if he wanted, you would even wear the Saint’s robe for him. It was cool, Rosalia. I’m not just saying that, I mean it.”

“Waaah! Nooo!”

This time, she really did run, not just as a figure of speech.

While she had meant it when she said it, after it was revealed that the Demon God was actually the good guy and that Aria was the real culprit, it had become the biggest black mark on Yu Chaewon’s life.

Even now, whenever she lay in bed and the memory surfaced, she would kick the blankets off in frustration. If she couldn’t stand hearing it from herself, there was no way she could tolerate hearing it from someone else.

“It’s fine. It’s not something to be ashamed of. If we have to be ashamed of that, then the word ‘romance’ wouldn’t exist. Besides, you and Mira went through a dramatic separation and reunion, didn’t you?”

“You really did die and come back…”

There was a difference in weight between a situation where things turned out to be less dangerous than expected and one where someone actually died and came back to life.

“It’s not that different, so it’s fine. By the way, since you’re already wearing it, why don’t you keep your promise and practice as well?”

“……”

Rosalia felt heat rising from her body, despite being almost naked. She couldn’t just take this lying down.

“Well, since you have small breasts, it wouldn’t look good on you anyway. I’m the one who should be wearing it.”

Latina, who had been clapping expressionlessly, froze.

“I think I didn’t hear that correctly. Could you repeat what you just said?”

“You don’t have what I have, right? Look at the difference.”

Rosalia straightened her shoulders and proudly showed off her chest, which was so large that it would take both hands to encompass, even for Mira.

In contrast, the modest nun’s robe that Latina was wearing revealed that there was more than enough space left even if she used only one hand. The stark contrast in their bust sizes left Latina’s face blank.

Rosalia, now feeling more confident, drove the point home.

“People tend to be more fixated on what they don’t have. Am I right?”

“……”

Latina lowered her head.

“Then, let’s begin the experiment.”

She slowly raised her head.

“What? Wait, what do you mean by experiment? And what are you doing?”

It was now Rosalia’s turn to be confused. Latina, maintaining her usual expressionless face, began to approach her slowly.

“I mean that I want to test if this outfit suits me or not. Unfortunately, there’s only one outfit, so I’ll have to borrow yours. Don’t worry, I’ll return it after the experiment.”

“Hey, are you crazy?! Look at the size difference! It won’t even fit, let alone stay in place– Hey, stop taking it off! Stop!”

“Are you both in here? I’m coming in.”

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“……”

As I stepped into the club room to tell them that I wanted to eat lunch out today, I was greeted by a rather unusual sight.

There was Rosalia, wearing that ‘Saint’s robe,’ being pinned down by Latina, who was trying to take it off.

I knew why Rosalia was wearing that outfit—it was because of the bet they had made, and since it was already late at night, they had decided to extend the deadline by another day.

But I had no idea why they were in that position.

“……What are you two doing?”

“Mira, help me! She’s taking out her frustration on me because of her small breasts!”

“You’re just in time, Mira. I’m going to keep my promise to comfort you when you return, and this is a good opportunity to practice. As they say, practice like you’re in a real battle.”

“Waaah! I told you not to bring that up!”

“……”

What was really going on here?