A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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At this moment, Esther was only wearing the Emperor's New Clothes. From an upward angle, her skin appeared as white as a sacred object, glowing.

"Sister...am I pretty?"

Noticing Saint Karina's gaze, Esther revealed a confident smile and asked mischievously.

Indeed, Saint Karina couldn't take her eyes off her. For the first time... she saw her former sister as a woman.

"Good... nice looking."

Somewhat hesitant, Santa Karina still told the truth.

Because the branding was just the first step, the foreplay, and it was still a long way from formally discussing academic issues. She didn't dare to go against Esther; when you're under someone's roof, you can only bow your head.

"I really like your eyes, sister. They are as clear and bright as gemstones, as deep and sparkling as the sea and the starry sky. Your eyes are like little talking things that make me happy."

Her hand touched Saint Karina's eyes.

The touch was unpleasant, even somewhat stinging, because when she touched it, her eyelids didn't close reflexively, and Esther's fingertips applied slight pressure, as if she wanted to pry off Saint Karina's eyeballs, then dig them out and preserve them as specimens.

"However, let's leave these eyes with Sister Saint Karina for now. They are very intelligent, and the eyes are the windows to the soul. I can tell whether Sister Saint Karina is lying in every word she says."

She pulled her fingers back and withdrew her hand.

"Did you breathe a sigh of relief, sister? I could feel your heart racing and then calming down."

Her nimble, slender arms embraced Saint Karina, holding her a little too tightly. Saint Karina, who had just calmed down, felt like she was suffocating again.

Before, it was psychological fear; now it's physical suffocation. Compared to an octopus, Esther is more like a venomous and beautiful snake, the kind that devours people without spitting out the bones.

"Sister Saint Karina, do you feel my love now? But that's far from enough..."

Her words were meaningful and pointed.

"I will work even harder so that you, Sister Saint Karina, can feel my intense, overflowing, and burning love."

Esther's expression was so frenzied when she said this that Saint Karina just wanted to run away.

She didn't feel any love at all; she was just scared and wanted to run away.

“Esther…”

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"Please……"

Saint Karina's voice was a little hoarse.

"lighter."

There was no way she would be let go, and the chances of escaping were extremely slim. Saint Karina was someone who was very quick to recognize reality.

Since that's the case, she could only beg Esther not to do that, at least to make sure her muscles weren't too sore the next day, not just her lower back muscles, but also the muscles in indescribable places.

79. A gift from God

To Saint Karina's disbelief, Esther produced a beautiful, intricately patterned, double-headed divine artifact with spiral patterns.

She first placed the divine gift into an indescribable place, a deep, secret passage. Soon, she entered from one end and was halfway inside.

Then...

A soft "hum" trembled, and the divinely bestowed object emitted a shimmering light, exuding a strong aura of divine order.

The carved patterns are even more vibrant, and the designs are so lifelike that they seem to come alive.

Without giving Saint Karina any warning, she lifted Saint Karina's leg and gently explored inside.

"Hey..."

The thing was far too great for the indescribable, and the preceding steps were insufficient. Saint Karina couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

A continuous, tearing pain lingered in indescribable places, progressing layer by layer.

This was indeed the first time she had experienced a divine gift of this scale. It was an extremely strange and incomprehensible pain that puzzled Saint Karina—where exactly was she injured that caused her body to be bound by a tearing sensation, making her unable to move?

My mind was foggy, and my body was equally weak, but the most noticeable thing was that throbbing pain.

It is the opportunity to awaken oneself.

She had actually fainted from the pain, her eyes rolled back, and her brain went blank for more than ten seconds. Santa Karina suddenly opened her aching eyes; she did this simply to avoid losing consciousness and to quickly understand her situation.

A girl with long, golden hair, the ends of which were tinged with a pale red gradient, gazed at her with a smile. That smile was devoid of warmth, containing only amusement and a hint of morbidity.

Her divine gift was rhythmically shifting back and forth, a slender, pale girl's leg clad in black stockings resting on her left shoulder. And that leg seemed to be an extension of her own body.

Um? what happened?

Saint Karina twitched her numb toes, and the legs that the girl was carrying on her shoulders also twitched their toes.

The divinely bestowed object controlled by the girl moved faster and faster, changing angles from time to time. The sickly smile on her face grew deeper and deeper, as if she were staring at something she loved and was excited to possess it.

That familiar face... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

Her dry lips moved as if trying to make a sound, but only hoarse, low monosyllables could be heard, sounding like a coquettish complaint. She was being stimulated in an indescribable place, and a tingling sensation ran through her tailbone, which then eroded her entire spine.

A pleasurable electric current spreads throughout the body from the point of impact, which caused a tearing pain. The tearing pain is visibly diminishing and transforming into another kind of terrible, yet addictive pleasure.

That joyful emotion, accompanied by a strong fluidity, was gradually turning into a liquid, leaping and wandering under the control and friction of this blonde girl, and finally returning to the ground beneath her feet.

The surroundings seemed to be the same room. However, the smell of rubber mixed with a strange odor wafted into her nostrils, making Saint Karina feel nauseous. "Emotions" kept flowing out of her body, rising with her body fluids.

She probably knew what it was.

She must have been forcibly hugged by this girl.

The girl seemed to enjoy this behavior, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Her ample breasts swayed from side to side with each breath, like ocean waves, and her Emperor's New Clothes and cleavage all looked so familiar.

I've definitely seen this somewhere before.

As the girl took her body, Saint Karina pondered her situation.

The other person also noticed that she was awake, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"How is it, Sister Saint Karina? Are you surprised to find yourself being treated like this by me?"

“Wu…Wu…”

Saint Karina is unable to give a normal answer at the moment.

Esther kissed Saint Karina's calf hard, leaving a dark red hickey. Saint Karina glanced at the leg; its skin was fair and delicate, and its shape was beautiful—it was indeed her own leg.

She looks like... the type whose legs you could enjoy for years?

To be honest, Esther is probably not only interested in her legs; she is full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge about all kinds of places and areas, and wants to understand them in detail.

Saint Karina was unwilling to delve deeper into such an absurd idea.

She tried to turn her neck, but found her body as sluggish as a machine without lubrication; the bones inside her body were lifeless, making an unpleasant grinding sound.

To Saint Karina's surprise, Esther, without stopping the divine gift's movement, withdrew the hand that had been assisting her, and then stuffed that wet but cold hand into her mouth, her fingers constantly stirring her oral cavity and the little snake.

The sour, astringent taste of the holy water spread in her mouth. It wasn't too bad, with a hint of honey sweetness, but Saint Karina couldn't accept it. She felt nauseous but couldn't vomit, because her lying-down position meant she could only swallow it.

It's really strange to drink your own holy water.

What happened next was even more beyond Saint Karina's imagination. The erratic Esther took off the small piece of cloth that was still hanging on her body, which had been slightly moved away from the place that held the divine gift. The cloth was a closed shape formed by three non-straight line segments connected end to end, and she threw it aside.

It was a semi-transparent strappy dress with a mature floral pattern. If worn, Esther's delicate skin would be faintly visible, making one's blood boil and one's heart flutter.

If her heart could beat and her body could generate heat, St. Karina felt she could definitely behave like a normal person.

She likes black, and if Esther's bra and that little piece of fabric were a matching set, it would be a killer move.

That's the winning underwear!

Excitement caused her chest to rise and fall slightly. Esther clearly sensed the change in her mood. Then, her left leg was lifted high again and placed on Esther's shoulder.

Esther's warm, indescribable warmth and her icy, indescribable coolness pressed together, bringing an even more pronounced tingling sensation.

"Well……"

The thread of reason is about to snap.

The physical law of friction was being applied to her, and in the process of this process, the flowing emotions were stronger than ever before; she could no longer contain so many emotions.

The same is true for Esther.

Their burning passion transformed into holy water, causing it to evaporate and rapidly increasing the temperature and humidity in the air.

In their meticulously crafted birdcage, which wasn't particularly cramped, they engaged in a frenzied exchange of knowledge about the origins of the human species. Almost every exchange sparked a connection between their eyes and something indescribable.

Damn, my brain is melting.

The other person's body was constantly moving, and their eyes were becoming increasingly fervent.

80. The position of Saintess was given away so easily.

"Although you can't speak properly, Sister Saint Karina, I still like you just the way you are. Especially every sound you make in this state is a treasure bestowed upon me by the gods."

As the image before her eyes gradually overlapped with the image in her memory, Saint Karina recalled many things.

For example, the girl who is now lifting her legs and acting so brazenly is actually the Pope of the Church of Order, someone she once cared for like a younger sister.

In public, her main characteristics as a child were coldness, aloofness, and unsociability; now she is aloof, powerful, and unapproachable.

I never imagined she was so...perverted in private.

She actually did something as ridiculous as forcibly hugging the older sister who treated her like a younger sister!

"Hehe... Sister Saint Karina, I'm here!"

As Esther vented her anger, her energy seemed bottomless, all of it being poured out onto Saint Karina.

With her graceful figure, swaying waist, and beautiful back glistening with sweat, Esther was both proactive and wild, as if she were performing a passionate and energetic dance.

Having abandoned the elegance and majesty of the pope, Esther is now like a carnivorous beast.

St. Karina, her body limp and electric current coursing through her veins, could only passively endure each attack, causing the words representing justice to multiply on her thighs.

"The first time."

Amidst the raging tsunami, Saint Karina was marked with magical writing. The advantage of this writing is that it glows at night, making it very conspicuous, and basically, once the magic dissipates the next day, it doesn't require additional water to clean.

"The second time."

Just as Saint Karina was about to protest the increasingly outrageous actions, she was stopped by the large round bowl of milk tea.

"the third time."

All cries for help and pleas for mercy were silenced, turning into sobs.

"the fourth time."

A clear, bell-like sound, like the whisper of a devil, heralded the start of the march.

Saint Karina was so overwhelmed by the indescribable things that her brain was trembling; all she wanted now was to escape and end it all.

But in reality, it was probably her who was going to be finished. Esther had a pampered expression, and the sickness in her eyes turned into solid hearts.

"Then let's continue for the fifth time!"

……

After several hours of turmoil, Saint Karina was so exhausted that she fainted, her eyes rolling back in her head.

In her dream, she also felt that something indescribable was diligently working, carving out a desolate and isolated road into a passable one.

The next day, Esther didn't let her off the hook at all, and swiftly arranged for her to take the position of saintess.

The saint's robes were prepared in advance and were no different from those of previous saints, but even more luxurious. The clergy present were also of high status, including archbishops and bishops.

Thus, in the solemn and majestic cathedral, sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, bathing the entire cathedral in a holy and sacred glow.

At the very front of the church, there is a set of steps, making that area higher than the others. It's like a podium for teachers in a classroom, or a stage for school leaders on the playground.

In short, the woman on the front platform had beautiful blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight, perfectly befitting her status as a favorite of the gods. Her height was somewhere between a young girl and a mature woman, yet her demeanor was remarkably aloof and elegant.

Her left eye is red and her right eye is gold; Saint Karina only remembers Esther as having heterochromia, a rare eye color.

However, Esther was not as casual as she was yesterday, simply wearing the Emperor's New Clothes as a perfunctory gesture. Instead, for a formal occasion, she wore a magnificent crown, a symbol of the Pope.

It wasn't ordinary jewelry or diamonds; what was set in the Pope's crown was the priceless Magic Stone.

Her robes were also very elaborate papal robes, mainly white and gold, with a red cape on her back. They were designed to drag on the ground when she walked, and she held a scepter that symbolized papal power in her hand.