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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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In the silent forest, only the obscene sounds of flesh colliding echoed.
Thwack – Thud – Plop –
Kerry was doggy-styling the Saint. Her backside, illuminated by the moonlight, was sexy.
The back muscles visible through her gracefully flowing orange hair were also fantastic.
Her body was firm.
She must have worked hard on her diet and exercise.
To think she worked so hard just to offer her vagina to me. It was truly touching.
But still, the best was the Saint’s vagina.
It clung to his penis with a delightful stickiness, a true masterpiece. It was baffling why the Saint had saved it all this time.
“Haaah! Haa-aah-aah! Hee-eet!”
Each time their flesh slapped together, the Saint’s seductive moans erupted.
It was a delightful sound to hear on a moonlit night.
“H-How…Haaah…how long…are you going to…thrust…Haaah…for?!”
“Saint, your vagina is just too delicious. It’s hard to stop.”
“Haaah-h-h-h! Stop it! Stop it! Haa-aah-aah! Don’t thrust into my vagina as you please! Hngh-h-h-eet!”
Honestly, the Saint’s vagina was great, but there was one more thing he desperately wanted right now.
It was the Saint’s breast milk!
Even now, milk was dripping from the Saint’s breasts. Even without Kerry sucking.
If he could suck that overflowing milk while thrusting, he felt he would have nothing more to wish for.
And the Saint’s milk was delicious! Truly delicious!
Its rich flavor and freshness were on a different level from factory-packaged milk.
“Saint! I want your sweet breast milk!”
“Nooo! Stop drinking my milk! Haaah-h-h-eet!”
The Saint shouted, protesting vehemently.
It was a pity, but he couldn’t drink the Saint’s milk right now.
The fact that Elena’s divine power was mixed in the milk made him uneasy.
Even when he asked the Saint about divine power, she didn’t seem to know much. It was baffling how little she knew, considering she was a Saint.
‘I’ll endure until I can ask the Witch about divine power.’
Until then, he would save the Saint’s milk. Ah. Thinking about the milk, his mouth kept watering.
The Saint’s vagina, which was being doggy-styled, began to tremble.
Judging by the Saint’s tightening, an orgasm seemed to be approaching. Kerry felt the same.
He had been thrusting for quite a while, and the urge to ejaculate was surging like a tide.
“Saint. I’m going to come.”
“Haaah-h-h-ngh! Please…not inside…You came inside fully yesterday! Haaang!
If you come inside today too, I’ll really get pregnant…No!”
“As I told you yesterday, if you say no but tighten your vagina, it makes it difficult for me too.”
“Haaah-h-h-h! This is not something I can control…Hngh-h-h-eet! That’s not what I mean! Haaang! Hee-eet!”
“I can’t help it, Saint. Your vagina is too tight!”
“Please! Not inside…not inside…Haaah-h-h-eet!”
Kerry thrust his hips, pushing his penis in deeply.
The Saint felt the penis deeply inside her. She felt the large and thick penis tremble inside her, fully expelling semen.
Splurt-splurt-splurt-buuuup-
“Haaah…Haaah-h-h-h…Hee-h-h-h…”
The Saint gasped for breath.
Unwanted internal ejaculation and unwanted orgasm engulfed her entire body.
It was a dizzying orgasm, causing her body to tremble.
‘Is…is this sex…?’
The Saint rarely thought about sex normally. She was never frigid, nor was she a particularly lustful woman.
But the body, completely changed by the Star of Bondage, showed her the true taste of sex.
Kerry pulled his penis out of the Saint’s vagina.
White semen trickled stickily from her vagina.
‘What…what should I do?’
The Saint was confused. How did she end up in such a situation?
Where did it all go wrong?
Was it from the moment she verbally abused Kerry? Or was it from when she first met the hero and her party?
Before meeting Kerry, the Saint’s life had been a golden age.
No one dared to displease the Saint, and no one dared to defy her.
Without working, just a word of support for the Emperor would bring her immense wealth.
The imperial citizens revered and loved her as the Saint. The ideal life the Saint had longed for was coming true.
But all of that shattered after meeting Kerry.
“Hngh-h-h…Why are you doing this to me…You should at least tell me why…Hngh-h-h-h…Haaah-ooh-ooh…”
No matter how much she cried, the man in front of her showed no sign of stopping. He didn’t even tell her why.
He simply violated her vagina with his mercilessly large penis, as always.
“It’s all to save the world, I tell you. It’s true.”
Sometimes he would spout such nonsense, and it was infuriatingly annoying.
Kerry waited for the Saint to calm down. After whimpering for a while, she slowly stopped crying.
The Saint wiped the semen from her vagina and began to put on her panties. She gathered her clothes and dressed.
She was still meticulous, not forgetting to purify her body with a cleansing spell.
“…”
The Saint silently got up.
It seemed Kerry would no longer restrain her.
The Saint limped back to the abandoned house, her vagina aching.
Kerry watched her retreating figure and recalled a memory. It was just like when he got circumcised as a child and left the hospital.
Except for the fact that the Saint’s limping backside was arousing.
Kerry had already commanded the Saint to simply sleep quietly inside.
If his party members woke up, she was also told to make good excuses for his absence.
“It’s gotten very late.”
It was very late, but he planned to visit the Witch. After all, if he didn’t ask about divine power now, he felt he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly due to curiosity.
Furthermore, perhaps because he took another elixir, his body was overflowing with vitality.
Even after having so much sex with the Saint, he didn’t feel tired. Elixirs were truly the best.
Kerry took out the White Witch’s seal orb.
As he entered the familiar keypad password on the orb, his vision shifted.
When Kerry blinked, he saw a stark white bedroom.
In that white bedroom, a woman with white hair was visible. The White Witch, with her red eyes, turned her head.
“You’ve come, Kerry.”
The White Witch, for some reason, wasn’t asleep.
What was she doing up so late in the morning? She wasn’t waiting for him, was she?
“Why aren’t you sleeping, Witch?”
“…I just couldn’t sleep, so I was studying magic.”
A thick book lay on the desk.
Reading such a book when she couldn’t sleep. Truly a magic fanatic.
Kerry sat down in front of the White Witch.
In terms of time, it hadn’t been that long since he last saw the White Witch.
But perhaps because so much had happened in a short time, he felt as happy as if he was meeting her after a long absence.
“Heh heh. For some reason, you seem happy today, Kerry. What on earth happened outside? Tell me too.”
The White Witch closed the thick book.
Even though she was a magic fanatic, it seemed she preferred hearing Kerry’s stories to boring studies.
“Well, in short, what happened was…”
Kerry began to tell her everything that had happened.
Starting from meeting the Saint. The White Witch listened contentedly, resting her chin in her hand.
“Was that woman, the Saint, really that bad? Even though she’s a Saint?”
“I told you! It might be more fitting to call her trash than a Saint.”
Of course, he didn’t forget to add that she was now being reformed.
When he mentioned the Saint’s verbal abuse of Kerry, the White Witch flared up as if it were her own business.
“She truly is a rude one, isn’t she? If I had been outside, she wouldn’t have been able to keep her bones intact!”
“Calm down. I’m already reforming her personality well.”
Indeed. Quite so.
When he told her about the Star of Bondage he received from the Sage, the Witch seemed fascinated, asking if such an amazing item existed.
He had talked for too long with the Witch, given the time.
He couldn’t help it; seeing the White Witch’s sparkling eyes as she listened to the outside stories made it hard to cut her off.
For now, he had no choice but to ask, even if it was late.
“More importantly, Witch. Do you happen to know anything about divine power?”
“Suddenly, talk of divine power?”
From the White Witch’s perspective, it must have sounded out of the blue.
Because, even Kerry couldn’t say he gained divine power from sucking the Saint’s milk.
“Well, I just happened to get interested in divine power.”
“Divine power isn’t my area of expertise, but…I don’t know nothing about it.
I researched divine power when I was deeply researching immortality.
What do you want to know about divine power?”
Nice. As expected of the Witch. Since he knew nothing about divine power, he decided to ask her questions one by one.
“What exactly is divine power? I’ve heard that priests possess divine power, but…”
“Divine power, as the name suggests, is power imbued with divinity. Usually, it’s what priests obtain, as you said, Kerry. In exchange for faith.”
It was the same as what the Saint said.
“Then can non-believers not obtain divine power?”
“They cannot. As I just said, divine power is given by a god to a priest.”
“What if they did obtain it?”
“You can’t obtain it anyway, so why ask what if?”
“I’m just curious.”
“Hmm…I haven’t heard of such a case.”
Why are there no such cases? It’s right here in front of you.
Kerry urged the Witch to think harder. But the Witch struggled to recall anything.
“Actually, I’m on really bad terms with the Goddess Elena, you see? If I were to gain Elena’s divine power, would there be a problem?”
“Are you worried that the Goddess…might harm you with divine power?”
“For example, yes.”
“An interesting topic. I’ve never thought about that before.”
The White Witch’s eyes shone, as if intrigued.
The White Witch got up from her desk and began rummaging through a bookshelf filled with books on one side of the room.
The way she rummaged suggested she had memorized where every book was.
“I found it. I remember seeing a case similar to what you described in this book.”
The White Witch held up an old, ancient-looking book.
It was almost as large as the White Witch herself, so her grunting as she moved it was cute.
“Give it to me. I’ll carry it for you.”
“…Thank you.”
Kerry moved the book to the desk. The White Witch began to open the book.
Seeing the yellowish book, it seemed to be a rather old tome.
“What page was it on?”
The White Witch opened the book and began to search.
The White Witch could be seen flipping through pages, her red eyes rolling.
Watching the White Witch concentrate, Kerry felt like playing a prank.
Why was the Witch, of all people, wearing a nightgown with a plunging neckline today?
This was all the Witch’s fault for wearing a nightgown with a plunging neckline and making him aroused.
Kerry stealthily moved behind the White Witch.
The White Witch, unaware, continued to search through the ancient book.
Then Kerry subtly grabbed the White Witch’s breast from behind. As expected, the feel was good.
“Kya! Don’t do that!”
The White Witch shook off Kerry’s hand and glared at him.
But why was she so cute when she glared? If anyone sent such a look and told him not to, he’d want to do it more.
“Alright. I won’t. Continue what you were doing.”
“Really…you…Hmph.”
The White Witch resumed searching through the ancient book.
But Kerry’s pranks continued without fail, and the White Witch’s glaring was repeated.
Nevertheless, the White Witch somehow found the information she was looking for.
“It took longer than I thought.”
“Isn’t that because you kept playing pranks?!”
That much was true.
“What does it say?”
“It’s about an old legend.”
“Like your legend, Witch?”
“It’s different from my legend, which is only about 100 years old. This is a legend from ancient times, old enough to be recorded in ancient books.”
I see.
“The content is written here. It’s a bit far-fetched, so don’t take it too seriously.
Since you kept pestering me, I brought this out for you.”
“Yes. Tell me quickly.”
“Asmodeus. It’s the story of an unbelieving man who gained divinity. Kerry, isn’t it similar to what you asked?”
“Yes…I’d like to hear that story in detail.”
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