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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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The next morning, it wasn’t Lumia who knocked on the temple door.
It was Elena, with her long, flowing blonde hair and neat attire.
She held a beautifully wrapped gift box in her hands and wore a flawless smile.
Her ample breasts and slender waist hinted at a sensual allure, even beneath her thick, modest clothing.
The priest who greeted her swallowed hard and his eyes blatantly scanned her figure.
“Aren’t you the maid from Mr. Carlson’s mansion? What brings you here?”
“First, would you accept this?”
“Oh my, you shouldn’t have…”
Elena smiled and handed him the gift box.
The priest’s face lit up at the heavy weight.
He wore a greedy expression, like a caricature, forgetting his duties as a priest.
Elena had to wait for him to regain his composure.
“Haha… What is this? Money? Gold? Uh…”
The priest, after briefly caressing the box, finally realized his blunder when he saw Elena looking around expectantly.
He should have guided her inside as a temple attendant, but he had made a fool of himself.
He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself, but Elena no longer saw him as a proper priest.
“Ahem, ahem. So, what brings you here?”
“My mistress has a message for you.”
“Oh, I see. What is the message?”
Lumia’s face briefly flashed through the priest’s mind.
What had that assertive, stiff woman done to warrant sending a messenger to the temple?
Elena hadn’t said anything yet, but the priest’s expression contorted.
Elena smiled and said,
“Priestess Lumia said she would be staying at the mansion for a few days for an additional ritual. She said it was a very important ritual.”
“What?”
The priest’s eyes widened.
He couldn’t understand why Priestess Lumia would stay at Carlson’s mansion for several days.
Was Carlson that skilled at seducing women?
The priest tried to maintain his composure, but he couldn’t hide his bewilderment.
If there was something that would require Lumia to stay at a scoundrel like Carlson’s house for several days, there was only one thing that came to mind.
“Is there a problem? Does Priestess Lumia have some other important engagement…?”
“N-no, not at all! Please tell her to take her time and come back whenever she’s ready!”
The priest said this, backing away.
“Yes, then I’ll be going.”
After Elena bowed and left, he clicked his tongue and cursed Lumia under his breath.
She had acted so pure and noble, yet she had been completely taken in by that penniless Carlson and was performing some strange “ritual” for him.
Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t anything wholesome.
The priest spat on the floor and tossed his head back.
With Lumia gone, he planned to skip the evening prayer service.
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“Phew…”
Elena, leaving the temple, wiped the sweat from her forehead and sighed.
She had been worried that the priest might be suspicious or insist on returning to the mansion.
Fortunately, the unsuspecting priest was leaning against a temple pillar and badmouthing Lumia.
Elena scoffed at him and shook her head.
She had once been a believer, but seeing the behavior of the people in the temple made her lose any remaining faith.
“Oh, Elena, what are you shopping for today?”
“Nothing. I have to get back quickly today. I have something to do.”
“You seem to be in a good mood these days. Did you find a boyfriend or something?”
“Oh, no, not at all.”
On her way back to the mansion, people kept talking to her.
They commented on how good she looked, how much prettier she had become.
Elena blushed, shook her head, and firmly rebuffed the men who flirted with her, continuing on her way.
The mansion gate.
Beyond the tightly closed doors, she could hear faint voices.
Moans and gasps, sounds of lust that were hard to imagine hearing in broad daylight.
Elena blushed and muttered,
“…They said they would wait.”
And then she ran towards the mansion, her face flushed to her ears, her lips slightly parted in excitement.
“Aah! Ah…! Haa…! Ah! Good…! So good…!”
“Ugh…! Your tongue… Ah…! Aah!”
As soon as she opened the mansion door, lewd moans echoed throughout the house.
Elena exhaled roughly and wiped her mouth.
She was already unbuttoning her top.
To avoid soiling the fine clothes the mistress had given her, Elena carefully folded her top and placed it on a chair.
She locked the front door and threw off her skirt.
Traces of the exorcism circle remained.
The sacred amulets were all burned to ashes, and the crucifix, plunged upside down into the floor, had lost its light.
The floor was covered in wet stains, and the tentacles that had bound Lumia had left black residue.
“Aaaaaah!”
Elena briefly considered grabbing a rag and cleaning up the mess, but then she heard the mistress’s lewd moans and changed her mind.
The mistress was crying out, struggling to endure Evan’s cock.
She had to help her.
“Aaa! Aah! Ah! Haa! Good! So good…!”
The moans grew louder as she climbed the stairs.
Elena’s breathing grew ragged, and her expression became more and more excited.
The wide-open bedroom door welcomed her.
Elena stood in the doorway and shouted,
“You said you’d wait!”
“Oh, did I?”
“Aah! Aah! Ugh! Ah!”
Lumia was lying naked on the bed, gasping for air.
She was pressed against Evan, her ass grinding against him in a dog-like position.
In the vulgar reverse cowgirl position, her flattened ass lifted with a smack, and a mixture of white semen and sticky fluids dripped onto the floor.
The cock connecting them was still hard, despite having cum multiple times throughout the night.
“Haa! Ugh! Ah! Aah! Good!”
Her ample breasts jiggled like water balloons, and beads of sweat trickled down her nipples.
Lumia arched her back, with her mouth wide open.
“Aaa…! Aaaaaah! Aah! Aah!”
“Lumia, I think I’m about to cum.”
“Cum inside me…! Every time Master Evan cums inside me…! My head feels so strange…! Ahh!”
“Uugh!”
“Ah…! Aaaaaaaaaah!”
Lumia shuddered again and buried her face in the mattress.
A strange light seemed to emanate from her lower abdomen, then turned black and faded.
“Aaa…! Good… Ah…!”
Lumia giggled, her legs giving out as she collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
Elena, panting, soaked her panties, then looked for her mistress.
Isabelle was already lying next to Evan, wearing a wanton smile.
Evan wiped the sweat from his forehead and pulled out his cock.
The cock that had ravaged Lumia’s body was still hard.
Lumia’s pussy, bearing the mark of Evan, twitched and leaked semen.
Evan sat on the mattress, catching his breath.
Elena carefully sat next to him and asked,
“E-Evan, can you still do it?”
Evan, who was reaching for a water bottle on the table, looked at Elena.
Seeing her anxious, eager gaze, he grinned and said,
“Of course. But let me have some water first.”
“Okay.”
Elena smiled brightly and linked arms with Evan.
Evan, pausing mid-drink, held out the water bottle and asked,
“Hey, want some water?”
The question wasn’t directed at Lumia or Isabelle.
Nor It was for Elena, who had just returned.
Right in front of the bed, facing the master bedroom, Carlson was tied up.
His limbs, bound to a chair, were withered, making him look like a dead tree or an ancient mummy.
“Ugh…! Aaaaa…! Aaaaa…!”
But he was alive.
And he couldn’t even speak properly.
He was now in a miserable state, unable to even choose death, forced to watch Evan have sex.
Isabelle, who should have been his woman, was climaxing with Evan.
Elena was kissing Evan with a wanton expression.
“Aaa…! Aaaaa!”
“Isabelle, come here.”
“Okay.”
Isabelle, at Evan’s call, moved and willingly offered her pussy to his fingers.
“Aaa…! Aaaaa…!”
He kissed her with the same lips he had used to call her, and Elena began to suck his impressive cock.
“No…! This is…!”
Carlson shook his head, trying to deny reality.
He couldn’t believe that everything he had worked for had crumbled, that he had lost everything to a mere slave.
“Aah! Good… Evan…! So good…!”
Isabelle kissed Evan, wearing an expression he had never seen before.
Evan stroked Elena’s hair and fondled Isabelle’s breasts.
When Elena lifted her head, as if waiting for the cue, Isabelle spread her legs and swallowed his cock.
Even from behind, her figure was truly beautiful.
Carlson remembered the feeling of gently pushing into her thighs.
“Aaa…! Aaaaaa…!”
Carlson screamed louder than his moaning wife.
He thrashed his body, struggling to wake up from this nightmare.
The chair wobbled, tilting precariously.
“Isabelle, do you like my cock, or do you like that pig’s cock better?”
“Evan’s cock…! Aah! Is better…! Aah!”
“Aaaaaaaaaah!”
Carlson twisted his body so violently that he and the chair went flying.
The chair crashed to the floor and shattered.
Evan, Isabelle, and Elena all ignored Carlson, focused on their pleasure.
“Aaa! Aaaaa!”
Carlson crawled on the floor.
He couldn’t live like a plaything.
He’d rather…
“Aaaaaah!”
If that was the case, he’d rather…
…die.
“He’s jumping!”
“Ah…! Aah…! More importantly… right now…!”
“Alright. Like this?”
“Aaaaaah!”
Behind him, he heard the moans that were driving him to despair.
Carlson shook his head and held back his tears.
He gritted his teeth and jumped over the railing.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
A pathetic scream and a dull thud.
Carlson, landing headfirst, broke his neck and collapsed on the floor.
He couldn’t move his limbs.
Blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy.
Carlson lay on the floor and looked up at the sky.
“Aah! Ugh! Aaa…! Ah! Cum inside me! Evan! I want to have Evan’s baby!”
In his final moments, the last thing Carlson heard was Isabelle’s vulgar request, something he had never heard before in his life.
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