Charisma? Or A God's Gift?

For girls of any kind, Yomite was an irresistibly good looking boy with kind heart, prestige, wealth and charisma to fall for. What more could a woman want from a man? He seemed way too perfect...

Faced with these facts, most girls viewed him as irresistible, like some god sent to rule over them.

He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was drawing close to temptation, unknowingly producing a field that attracted potential desires and affection towards him.

And whoever stepped in that surrounding area wouldn't stand a chance....

(How is it possible...Has he received a divine gifting? From where? From who?)

Paimon wondered, since she also became affected by him so easily...

Was he gifted some special attribute?

Or was it just his charisma?

Maybe, since he became incapable of concealing his original character, it was just natural that this strange quality would show itself. Was it the reason why women suddenly melted for him?

His mere presence caused blood to rush in her veins and intoxicate her whenever he kissed her on the cheek. And that wasn't normal in the slightest either.

She was often watching over him while staying invisible, when he talked to women and she came to the conclusion that he wasn't aware of it at all.

Whenever he bought something from a street vendor and brushed some women's hand by accident, she could see a sudden spark in the woman's eyes for a few seconds before it dissipated.

When he paid for food and handed her Mora, touching her again, the owner blushed brightly for a second before looking away awkwardly, doing her best not to stare into his eyes, avoiding contact as best as she could.

It was the same for all of the girls around him...

Their need for him overtook their will to resist. He played havoc with their souls without knowing it himself...

As a result, women were dropping left and right as they found themselves following him around by his starry gaze and strangely captivated by him, curious and enraptured in his company...

It wasn't that women fell for him at the first sight, but first touch...

The first touch, be it a friendly pat on the back, or a hug, or a kiss on the cheek, or running his hand through their hair... Every woman felt drawn towards him instinctively.

It wasn't enough to spark romance or fall in love with him immediately, but enough to spark their interest in him or make them feel something inside of them, which could potentially further develop and grow based on his actions and attitude into a full-blown relationship as seen with Fischl and Hu Tao...

Which was an incredible play on the charisma card in fact, because Paimon remembered how charm had successfully transformed the antisocial and sociopath prankster Hu Tao, into a woman that fell in love with him and wished to cuddle every second of her life...

Paimon had a few abilities up her sleeves that could allow her to witness the changes within their behavior and around herself.

Paimon sensed some sort of divine intervention that lay low within his body.

Precisely this made the girls around him to dissolve into giggles from the familiarity and close proximity, all desperate for some lovely experience from the "Hero".

She wondered just who he truly was...

"What are you thinking so solemnly about Paimon? Come here!" Yomite swiftly reached out his hand and brought her towards his chest.

"N-No! Wait!"

Tears formed in Paimon's eyes at how comfortable it felt to lean her head against his chest. For a moment, she drifted off into nothingness to the sense that they somehow bonded together...

Once again, she couldn't escape his clutches...

Yomite was dangerous, and he wasn't even aware of it...

She had to stop him somehow or else she might never be able to leave him for good, entangling her to the essence of the Hero forevermore...

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"I think we should visit the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor today!"

Hu Tao glanced at Yomite eagerly. It's been more than four months since she visited her home and she wanted to take a look at how the things were going without her supervision. She hoped the Parlor was prospering and everything was running smoothly.

If it wasn't profitable then she'd have to take some measures to save it.

Naturally, Yomite agreed and replied, "Sure, I don't mind."

"Uwaaah...Funeral Parlor with a cemetery...Paimon is getting chills..."

Once Iris and Barbara woke up, they relayed their plan for today and Barbara agreed without hesitation to join in. Iris was of the same idea, but she would follow Yomite no matter where he wanted to go. Stealing a few glances his way, she was wondering whether to tell him what she did last night, and if he would be angry about it.

And just like that, they were currently walking down the streets of Liyue as a rather large group that attracted eyes of others wherever they went. A group of beautiful women that caused the local men nearby to panic and oogle them openly with looks of arousal lacing their pupils, whistling lewdly from afar and even stopping by just to look, as they observed them passing by.

They wanted to be with them instead of struggling for daily existence of their boring lives.

Several of them probably wishing they had a chance with those goddesses for one night stand they were admiring. Or perhaps attempting to seduce them in turn just for one fun time with no strings attached and no responsibilities afterwards, like fortune cookies which served their function yet provided hope along with short memories and sweet desire.