devout believers in the light

Every morning, Lena goes to church for earnest prayers. She is charitable, kind, tolerant, dignified, and upright, and has never been involved in any scandals with men. Aside from lacking divine power, she is comparable to a saint, thus enjoying a good reputation among the Church of Light and its believers.

The archbishop even mentioned this young female believer to the Pope—albeit to demonstrate the effective dissemination of the Church of Light and to illustrate the success of his region.

Lena, a role model, speaks volumes about her piety.

Such a devout and virtuous female believer wouldn't commit blasphemous acts, would

she? —Who knows?

Such a model believer would absolutely never lick a man's penis nestled among golden hair, like this.

—Why not?

"Though she says no, her body is honest,"

Lena said, licking the head of the penis with her tongue, her brows relaxed in a passionate smile.
The man slumped under the tree, sweat beading on his face, his expression a mixture of shame and anger. Despite his muscular build and strong physique, he was utterly powerless to resist. It wasn't as the woman claimed,

that his body was like a beast, loyal only to its senses.

The man with short blond hair thought this, his will to resist never waning, yet he remained utterly powerless—after exhausting his spirit to unleash divine power, his body was completely at her mercy.

"You… you false believer, you're blaspheming—" Rand gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, but immediately clenched his teeth to suppress a groan.

"You're such a hypocrite, aren't you? You're clearly enjoying it, aren't you? You want me to do this, aren't you?" Rena mumbled, her lips licking upwards from his testicles to the glans, then continuing to lick back and forth.
The man had never been treated like this before. The root swelled uncontrollably, the thin skin gradually taut, as if a gentle touch would reveal the flesh beneath. Fine blood vessels and nerves were woven throughout, actively responding to external stimuli. Undeniably honest.

Although his body felt excited, Rand felt even more anger and shame. Intense feelings of humiliation, desecration, and disgust made his entire body tense, his suppressed breaths escaping through his teeth.

"Renesta Kaman!" Rand screamed, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

Rene tilted her head, revealing a slightly innocent, sweet smile. "Oh, it's Rene. Don't be so formal, Lord Rand~"

She didn't stop after saying that, but instead sucked on his penis slightly harder. At the tip of the root, he tasted a slightly astringent flavor without any fishy smell—Rand gasped.

The intense sensation, like an electric current surging into his brain, caused the resolute knight to momentarily lose his composure.

Overwhelmed by guilt and humiliation, Rand looked up at the dense foliage above, clenching his teeth as he prepared to endure this act that could drive him to suicide.

He was powerless to resist, powerless to stop it.

Could he pray for salvation from the God of Light? To pray for such shameful acts?

My God, please…

Rand turned his head away expressionlessly, offering no further resistance to Lena’s assault.

Lena paused, her gaze shifting to Rand’s profile. She could see his captivating features, his azure eyes as resolute as ever.

Even treated like this, his spirit showed no sign of fragility.

It was this very quality that made her want to violate him, to imbue his entire being with her scent.

This desire to defile the holy knight, the embodiment of light.

Lena paid no further attention to Rand’s reaction, lowering her eyes to take his erect penis into her mouth, moving it up and down. Because she was simultaneously moving it, sucking, and swallowing, she emitted muffled whimpers and moans. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, making his wet penis even more glossy and smooth, while his brown skin made his wet, golden hair stand out even more, as if it were glowing.

Each suckle excited his penis,

causing it to secrete more slightly astringent fluid. The pleasure that made the man sigh with satisfaction did not elicit any reaction from Rand—this steadfast paladin possessed exceptional tolerance for any bodily sensation, even such deep-seated pleasure could not sway him.

However, even so, as a paladin, Rand could only endure, not suppress his body's feelings.

With Rena's continued sucking, her mouth was filled with the paladin's vibrant semen.
The semen of a man who had been vegetarian for many years lacked the legendary strong fishy smell, was slightly burning, and didn't taste good, but it had a strong aphrodisiac effect, like an aphrodisiac.

Rena didn't find this fluid delicious, but she felt absolutely satisfied. Driven by desire, she greedily swallowed the semen, a foreign, unpleasant sensation in her throat, yet she still managed to swallow it all.

Rand was hers.

"Ugh...and...it's all mine now~"

As she spoke, Lena licked the remaining semen from his penis, deliberately reaching out to face Rand, who remained expressionless. "Look, Lord Rand, you clearly came all out happily~ Don't deny your feelings, admit it, you like it this way."

Even after his climax, Rand's gaze remained cold and clear.

He didn't speak, only showing his distant, superior condescension—he remained the noble paladin.

Lena sighed softly, reaching out to stroke Rand's face, lowering her eyelids to prevent him from turning away, and kissed his lips.

"Lord Rand, you are mine,"

Lena said.

*

Originally, it shouldn't have been like this—was it?

*

Lena has been in this world for eight years and has settled in this small border town for six.
Logically, the Holy Knights of the Holy Knights should be stationed at the Holy See, and Lena shouldn't have had any chance of meeting them.

However, starting a few years ago, the revival of the Dark Temple caused anomalies in various places.

Monsters roamed, and evil dark mages instigated tragedies—this is when the Temple of Light is needed.
Holy Knight Rand was thus sent to this border town to exterminate monsters and prevent anomalies from occurring in the nearby Dark Forest.

Even so, Holy Knights wouldn't normally frequent the church, but Rand's childhood friends were the priest and nuns there.

Although Rand possessed exceptional talent to become a Holy Knight, while his childhood friends were just the priest and nuns of this small town, this didn't hinder their friendship. When Rand had nothing important to do, he would come to the church early in the morning to wait for his friends to finish their prayers before engaging in various activities together.

This led Lena to fall into a deep abyss of delusion towards Holy Knight Rand after they met.

...This has nothing to do with Rand, right?

It doesn't matter. If it weren't for Rand, Lena wouldn't have become a pervert.

A paladin who has dedicated his body and soul to the God of Light, like a priest or nun, cannot have relations with anyone else.

—Lena was originally just a pervert who fantasized about Rand.

However, things took a fateful turn.

Lena found the paladin under the tree.

His once pristine armor was now nearly tattered, and the man's face showed deep exhaustion. Despite slumped weakly against the tree, he remained noble, clean, and immaculate—he was still the embodiment of light.

Lena was overjoyed; her hands trembled so much she couldn't hold the basket, and some small cucumbers rolled out.
She believed this might be her only chance.

Although she didn't know why the powerful paladin had become so vulnerable—Lena only needed to understand that he couldn't resist her.

If she didn't do something, she might never have a chance to change things.

"Lord Rand..."

Facing the man whose eyes lit up at her appearance, Lena's trembling voice couldn't hide her excitement. She ignored Rand's gaze, which had originally intended for her to return to the church to deliver a message.

Lena slowly stopped trembling and reached out to touch the body she had fantasized about violating countless times.

She pleaded in a hopeful voice, "I can't bear it any longer, please grant my wish."

—Lena's illusory fantasy became Rand's shattered reality.

Author's Note: ←_← I've wanted to sleep with the abstinent knight for a long time, why isn't anyone doing it! [Angry finger]
ntr. Shameful Play:

Purifying a necromancer with a domain of bones with holy light was a feat that should have been recorded in the canon, however—due to challenging someone of a higher level, he had to overdraw his spirit to obtain the blessing of the God of Light, and thus encountered his current situation of being controlled by others.

Rand wasn't unprepared, but that was only based on falling into the enemy's hands. Torture, curses, and wicked experiments with the dead… he could endure any of it, but not being tormented in such a shameful way by a frail woman who was only slightly stronger than average.

Unprecedented humiliation and guilt tormented Rand's soul.

Was being violated because he was powerless to resist innocent?

No.

If his faith was firm, the God of Light would surely bestow blessings—so was it a lack of faith?
Yes.

Even though he had dedicated his life, freedom, and soul to the supreme God of Light, his body still reacted to being touched, caressed, and subjected to various acts. Shameful, filthy, unacceptable reactions.
The guilt Rand felt because of this strengthened his faith, and he resolved to atone for it.

"If our God of Light were truly so tolerant and generous, why wouldn't he give you up?"

Lena stared into Rand's azure eyes. "The God of Light has countless believers and devoted clergy. What difference would it make if you were gone? Do you think the God of Light is selfish, petty, and narrow-minded?"

False believers are untrustworthy.

Although it sounded reasonable, it was clearly wrong in every way. He couldn't deny it, nor could he accept her words—Rand shifted his gaze, his eyes falling on the furnishings of Lena's house, paying no attention to them.

Like a heretic, she was absolutely untrustworthy. Her smooth tongue and skillful sophistry were not the type of people a clergyman was good at dealing with.

Rand refused to answer any of Lena's questions, and also refused the meal she had painstakingly prepared.

"So this is all Lord Rand's faith is like? Do you want to return to the light with all your sins?" Lena said cheerfully. "Even if Lord Rand unfortunately starves to death, I can still satisfy myself with your body. I can kiss Lord Rand's lips to my heart's content, caress Lord Rand's body, and use Lord Rand's knight's sword to satisfy my empty body... Even as a corpse, I'll still be my favorite, charming Lord Rand~"

Rand's face showed extreme disgust.

He frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally silently accepted Lena's feeding.

He silently endured the humiliation, unable to feel any warmth.

Lena didn't have much experience in caring for the sick; she was more often involved in providing financial assistance to the poor, and when she did help with care, it was mostly doing housework. Her feeding movements were very clumsy, and although she was careful, she still accidentally spilled soup on Rand's lips and chin.

"I'm so sorry!" Lena's flustered apology was somewhat surprising; whether as a devout believer in public or as a wanton woman in front of Rand, she always seemed calm and composed.

But for Rand, it didn't matter what Lena did.

Rand instinctively stuck out his tongue to lick the soup stains from the corner of his mouth, then he moved, only managing to lift his wrist before losing strength and falling back down.

Lena put down her bowl, noticing his small movement. Her eyes darkened slightly, but she simply reached out and wiped the soup stains from Rand's chin, then licked her fingers clean. A

flush of anger rose on Rand's face.

This expression stirred something in Lena. She leaned over and licked the soup stains from Rand's chin, holding his head still to prevent him from resisting, her lips moving upwards to his tightly pursed lips.

"Lord Rand is so cute,"

Lena's voice was full of affection for Rand, the last syllable disappearing between her lips.

She gazed at Rand, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with disgust and humiliation, yet even so, his eyes seemed to hold endless light.

Lena gently sucked. She sucked on his unwilling lips, tasting the mushroom and chicken soup she had made.
"Don't do this, it's not good to suppress yourself, Lord Rand..." Lena softly coaxed, reaching inside Rand's shirt to stroke his taut skin, trying to relax him with gentle caresses.
However, Rand's body, which was absolutely resistant to her, tensed even more.

Lena sighed in frustration.

She slid her hands under his clothes, pressing them against his burning body, tracing the curves of his muscles to find his pleasure areas. Touching his sweaty skin, she shuddered involuntarily.

"Lord Rand..."

Lena moaned. With a soft moan, she involuntarily straddled Rand, then rested her head contentedly on his broad shoulder, her body pressing against his.

The masculine, well-trained, and muscular body pressed against Lena's soft form, causing her to exhale with satisfaction, craving more to rub against him. A continuous heat flowed from their point of contact to her very bones, and Lena moaned softly. She continued moaning. Her body rubbed restlessly three inches below Rand's navel.

Rand's face was flushed, and he glared angrily at Rena, who was doing whatever she wanted to him. His tightly pursed lips trembled with anger.

"Don't make that face, it's so unromantic, Lord Rand... I've wanted to do these things to you for so long, it's driving me crazy, I want to do this to you..." Lena licked Rand's lips and gently sucked on them.

"Like this..." She turned her head to suckle Rand's equally red and hot earlobe, chuckling softly in his ear.

She moved her lips again, taking his Adam's apple into her mouth, "And like this..."

"Of course—" Lena unbuttoned Rand's shirt and kissed his slightly protruding nipples, making a shameful "smack" sound as she kissed them, "And like this..."

After doing these things, Lena earnestly said to Rand, "Lord Rand is the most delicious~"

As soon as Lena finished speaking, Rand's face grew even hotter, and at the same time, the disgust and resistance in his eyes intensified.

Lena casually kissed Rand's lips deeply, exclaiming happily, "This feels like a divine gift! To be able to do this and that to Lord Rand is simply wonderful!"

As she spoke, she reached out and lifted Rand's right hand, lowering her head to examine his hand—bone defined from wielding a sword. His skin was a healthy, sexy brown, his fingers rough with calluses and small scars.

A blush crept onto Lena's face.

Her expression, however, was one of dreamlike pleasure.

"I've always wanted to be touched here by Lord Rand's hand," she

said softly, but Lena guided Rand's hand downwards—she arched her back, lifted her skirt with her right hand, and forcefully shoved Rand's hand into her underwear with her left.

Lena's fair face flushed even more.

She stared at the struggling expression on Rand's face, carefully observing his powerless, humiliated eyes, and became increasingly aroused.

Lena increased the pressure on Rand's right hand, grasping his middle finger and letting it feel her hot, wet body, letting him know that she couldn't help herself just by looking at him. Lena arched her back, leaning back, making it easier for Rand's finger to slide along the lines of her vulva into the crevice, then forcing him to penetrate her overflowing, wet opening.

The finger, thicker and rougher than her own, created an unprecedentedly pleasurable sensation near her opening. It was a real feeling that she couldn't even imagine in her fantasies.

This feeling of fantasy becoming reality moved Lena to tears.

— It was Rand who should have been crying.

"Lord Rand is still a child, looking like he's about to cry... My body has never been violated before, do you want to try?" Lena deliberately and suddenly forced Rand's finger in, feeling the friction it had caused. The unique membrane of a woman, amidst the stinging, burning sensation of friction, made her increasingly pleasured. "Hey, use your flesh. If you put your rod in, you can taste the flavor of a woman~ Actually, you really want to do this right now, don't you? Don't deny it."

"Shut up! You...!" Rand's face contorted, but he didn't utter the vulgar words.
Lena, however, laughed joyfully.

She leaned down slightly, feeling pain from the friction of the fingers inside her, her brows furrowing slightly, yet she was quite pleased. Her lips approached Rand's lips, exhaling warm breath, "Want to curse me, my holy knight, hmm... it's alright, use all the filthy words you can imagine to curse me, my Rand."

Lena spoke with soft panting, her waist and hips twisting slightly, unable to resist, making Rand's fingers more accustomed to inside her, making it easier for her to use his fingers to thrust in and out, to caress and rub everywhere. This pleasure was more comfortable than doing it herself.

Rand tried to resist again, attempting to pull his hand away, but could only move it slightly. He glared at the lustful Lena with a grim expression. "Let me go, Lenasta."

"No~ Oh, it feels so good..." Lena refused lightly and decisively, burying her face in Rand's neck, her breath falling on his sweaty skin.

Her voice was muffled by the gag, "There's no other way, Lord Rand, just use your fingers to take my virginity~"

Lena was quite pleased.

The fingers she had fantasized about countless times were now enveloping her body. She didn't care what part of Rand it was, even his knight's sword would be fine—as long as it was Rand, anything could take her virginity.

Lena then inserted Rand's index and ring fingers into her opening, but due to the size, she could only barely hold three of his fingers.

She braced herself against Rand's side with her right hand, holding his hand with her left, moving her hips and using his hand to rub her stretched-open opening. Her

gaze was fixed on her lower body and Rand's hand, her attention entirely focused on them.

Lena breathed heavily, smiling slightly, "I feel so good, Lord Rand, you're so amazing. Hey, don't you want to feel even better?"

As she spoke, she slightly shifted her gaze, meeting Rand's hateful eyes.

Forced to be a tool for the pseudo-believer's masturbation—even an ordinary person would feel extremely ashamed and humiliated, let alone a chaste paladin. Lena knew this perfectly well, yet she couldn't stop.

"It's too much to be the only one being tortured, it's not a heinous crime, is it? Lord Rand..."

Lena lay on top of Rand again, the sound of her bodily fluids being churned in her ears, her face flushed, her heart pounding.

"My fantasies about Lord Rand... though they're fantasies that aren't socially acceptable." Lena's explanation was remarkably calm, though mixed with soft moans, it was undeniably a product of her clear thinking.

"But, they're not fantasies that endanger others' lives or property, or disrupt social order."

She finished speaking with a matter-of-fact tone, as if she had received permission, then frowned and let Rand's fingers tear through her hymen.

In the instant of intense pain, Lena's eyes welled with tears, and she let out a satisfied, joyful, and triumphant sigh.

"Hey... Lord Rand, I've eaten your semen, and you've gotten my virgin blood on you too~ Mutual benefit~"

Author's Note: ←_← Continuing with the shameful play... Our knight is about to collapse, his dignity and chastity violated...

If his mental fortitude isn't strong enough, he'll suffer a physical and spiritual breakdown!

It's not the author's fault! It's all the time's fault!

Lena

lived near the city's slums, a quiet place where she could easily help the poor. But for Rand, it was terrible.

Because of the sparse population, even calling for help wouldn't get him any assistance.

No, actually, people would occasionally come to Lena, but Rand couldn't ask for help. During the day, Lena would gag him with a cloth, even though the cloth was clean and smelled of mint—it was her way of imprisoning him.

Rand knew that sooner or later Lena would force him into a deeper relationship, which made him both embarrassed and anxious. However, Rand didn't give up on the idea of self-preservation—Lena would still go to church to pray every morning, then trade with the city's residents for necessities, and then take care of anything she could help with—during which time he had a considerable amount of free time.

"I'm not a bad person, it's just that I act this way towards Lord Rand,"

Lena said to Rand with a completely unconcerned smile. "Because Lord Rand is so delicious, I've been head over heels in love with you for a long time!"

Rand couldn't help but sneer, "Your words and actions are defiling the word 'love.'"

Love is about cherishing, sacrificing, dedicating, and protecting; it is absolutely not about possession, imprisonment, trampling, or self-gratification. Love is the most basic brilliance of humanity. To an upright paladin, Lena's invasive behavior was an absolute mockery of the word "love."

Lena nodded with a smile, acknowledging that Rand was right, and added, "Well, I can't help it, because of the long period of unrequited love, my heart has become broken~"

Hearing this matter-of-fact answer, Rand turned his head away, unwilling to look at Lena again.

Lena didn't care at all.

"I love Lord Rand's honest reaction! So good! Give me a kiss!" She happily leaned in to kiss Rand's lips, but couldn't get past his clenched teeth. She pouted slightly, then her eyes lit up. "Oh, right, I bought some men's pajamas. Lord Rand, why don't you try them on? And take a shower first!"
—Rand was ultimately exposed to Lena's eyes.

The man was stripped completely naked .

Lena's hands trembled slightly as she reached out to touch the bare, brown chest before her, her eyes welling with tears. Although his chest heaved rapidly from his anger, it didn't stop Lena from feeling the firm, large pectoral muscles. She swallowed, then leaned in and licked the pectoral muscles she had longed for, tasting the sweat on her tongue.

Besides the chest, there was also the resilient waist, the muscular legs, even the beautifully shaped buttocks and toes—Lena wanted to lick them all.

"Rather than washing Lord Rand's body with water, I'd much rather use my saliva!" Rena said with a lewd grin, watching Rand's stiff reaction.

She leaned in and kissed Rand's lips. "Just kidding, let's take a bath~"

Rena helped Rand into the bathtub—she was as strong as a man, and besides, carrying Rand home the night before was no problem at all.

Looking at Rand, whose body was mostly submerged in water, Rena smiled happily. Her gaze slithered over Rand's entire body like a snake, causing Rand's face to flush with anger.

Rena stood up, stretched, and took off her long dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her rosy breasts stood erect on her snow-white chest. Her breasts were round and full, showing that she was already mature and alluring. Although she had some extra flesh due to staying at home most of the time, it did not affect her feminine charm, but rather presented a slightly plump and charming look.

However, this naked body was arousing. The woman's presence went unnoticed by the men present.

Rand frowned, forcibly suppressing his anger, his gaze fixed on Lena as if nothing was amiss.

He showed no reaction—his only reaction was increased rage.

Rand's muscles tensed, resisting her intimacy and her subsequent act of bathing him.

—The paladin, who thought he understood what Lena was about to do, was actually not fully prepared.
Did she think it was just helping him bathe?

Did she think it was just the two of them bathing together?

The paladin was too naive.

Lena kicked off her shoes, immersing her equally naked body in the hot water, pressing herself against Rand's.
Looking into Rand's water-drenched eyes, she spoke in a soft voice, "Lord Rand, it must be uncomfortable not being able to bathe by yourself, right? Let me help you..."

Her soft breasts pressed against the man's broad, hard chest, the sensation of skin against skin making Lena squint comfortably. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs entwining with his, pressing their bodies tightly together.

Rand's face turned green. "You—let go! Get away!"

"No way~" Rena cheerfully refused again.

Meeting Rand's terrified and disgusted gaze, Rena rubbed her breasts against his chest, a smile curving her lips. "Don't be nervous, relax, Lord Rand, I'll let go..."

As she spoke, Rena propped herself up in the bathtub and helped Rand sit against the wall on the edge of the tub. Rand couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Rena smiled slightly, squeezing bath lotion into her palm and applying it to her breasts. She slowly sat on Rand's lap. "Now, be a good girl and let your big sister give you a bath~"

Before Rand could react, Rena slightly arched her back, cupping her breasts in her hands and pressing them against the underside of Rand's neck. Her nipples brushed against Rand's collarbone, causing Rena to let out a soft moan.
"What are you doing!" Sensing something was wrong, Rand tensed up, trying to tilt his head back to avoid contact with Rena.
"Giving my lovely Lord Rand a bath~"

Rena replied playfully, then demonstrated how to bathe him.

The lotion on her breasts dissolved into foam, and Rena used her breasts as bath sponges, carefully and gently applying the foam to Rand's shoulders, collarbone, and chest. Her face was flushed, her eyes misty, and looking into Rand's azure eyes, she even showed a shy expression, "A little shy..."

Rand froze, completely unprepared for this kind of "bathing."

After a moment of shock, he reacted, struggling desperately, but only trembling. He clenched his teeth, his eyes red from the force, the feeling of humiliation making him stare at Rena with extreme hatred.
—If Rand were a girl, he would definitely be crying in humiliation right now.

Lena couldn't help but lean in and kiss his tightly pursed lips with tenderness. "Lord Rand... just relax, don't resist like this, just relax and you'll feel comfortable..."

Rand didn't relax because of Lena's coaxing.

His bright blue eyes were wet with tears, making him look somewhat less stern, which made Lena feel that he was a little disheveled—although Lena knew it was just an illusion.

He kept staring at Lena with a hateful look, but finally closed his eyes, as if he no longer cared about what Lena did. Or rather, he had already been humiliated to this extent, and nothing could change the fact.

Lena chuckled, her wet lips nibbling at his earlobe, slowly kissing deeply along the line of his neck, leaving traces of sucking on his neck.

"How cunning! Only I'm consumed by lust, while you remain unaffected... Lord Rand, you'll understand how tormenting lust can be. I... I look forward to that moment..."
Lena whispered, her lips leaving Rand's neck. She looked at Rand, whose eyes were closed, and smiled as she added more lotion. Her soft breasts gently and delicately caressed the curves of Rand's body, feeling its hardness and heat, letting his body experience the softness and heat of a woman's body.

She knelt before Rand, her gaze falling on his aroused member, a smile playing on her lips.
"Lord Rand, your body truly is the most honest."

Lena spoke gently, initially intending to use her breasts to clamp down, but found that reality differed from theory; her breasts weren't large enough to enclose her flesh.

A moment of embarrassment crossed her face.

However, Lena quickly changed her plan, helping Rand lie down on the tiles by the bathtub. As before, her breasts pressed against his erect penis, rubbing up and down, watching it gradually swell, its color brightening, feeling it harden, the heat from the friction unable to mask its rising temperature.
Lena noticed that Rand's fingers had suddenly clenched into a fist, but then relaxed. He was still unable to move.

"Feels good, doesn't it? It's already so big and hard..." Lena said ambiguously, gently touching Rand's penis, watching it reflexively twitch, which pleased her even more. "Want it to come in and feel good?"

Obviously, Rand wouldn't have such thoughts.

Lena shrugged, continuing to "wash" Rand's erect penis until he ejaculated. Some of the semen even splashed onto her face. Lena squinted, sticking out her tongue to sweep the semen near her lips into her mouth, deliberately wiping away the semen Rand had sprayed onto her chest with her hand and licking it clean.

"I've said it before, Lord Rand is mine—including his semen." She reiterated this point earnestly.

Rand's lips were tightly closed, but he couldn't suppress his panting. His eyes, already open, were fixed on Lena's face, his azure eyes conveying an unwavering faith.

"Light is the only faith, and I will forever defend the light of God with this body and soul—false believer, you cannot take anything from the throne of God."

Lena laughed, climbing onto Rand's body, looking him in the eye at close range, replying in a pleasant and gentle voice, "Saying such things with your alluring body after just having an orgasm…it's not convincing at all, my holy knight."

Instantly, a look of humiliation appeared on the holy knight's face.

His pain was unknown to anyone.

Lena understood his pain and blurted out words of comfort, "Believe me, even if you honestly accept your body's feelings, it won't betray your faith... Matters between men and women are natural and inevitable. The God of Light won't interfere with such things. So-called doctrines are just fabrications created by humans to control their followers."
This was an undeniable fact, a fact well known to the high-ranking officials of the Church.

However, for the members of the Holy Knights—the type of paladins who truly dedicate themselves to the God of Light—who combine the fanaticism and steadfastness of believers with the integrity and stubbornness of knights, harboring hatred for anything unclean, they would never accept that followers of the God would engage in such "fabricated doctrines."
Rand wouldn't believe it, wouldn't want to believe it.

False believers are cunning, treacherous, evil, and filthy; they cannot be trusted.

—Yes, they cannot be trusted.

Author's Note: A serious reminder: Repeat after the author: "The female protagonist is committing a crime."

Repeat after the author: "Doing this is absolutely wrong."

...

Do not imitate unless someone is cooperating with you in these shameful acts! (Hey)

NTR. Punishment Play.

On the morning of the third day, Rand found himself regaining some strength.

The days of prayer had clearly restored the paladin, a member of the Light's Favor, and he was eager to leave Lena's hut. However, Rand remained cautious, not revealing his improvement to Lena. After all, he only had a little strength left; he probably couldn't even stand steadily.

After Lena left, Rand tore off the cloth strips and struggled to get out of bed. He failed several times in his attempts—each time, his legs gave way and he collapsed again.
Rand rested against the headboard for a moment, then used the bedside table for support to stand up. The muscles in his arms bulged, barely keeping him from falling. He first went to find his knight's sword, blessed by the God of Light, representing his protection of the light. He didn't spend time looking for clothes, simply throwing on a cloak and hurrying away.

—It took him over an hour, and he finally managed to leave Lena's hut, exhausted.

He stumbled and fell many times along the way, but he didn't stray too far from Lena's cottage, nor did he encounter anyone. It wasn't until the sun was almost directly overhead that he heard voices.

Rand easily recognized it as his childhood friend's voice.

"Cyrus!"

Rand shouted his friend's name, but his voice was drowned out by a sudden roar as an airship flew low overhead. The airship cast a huge shadow, enveloping Rand and blocking out the sunlight, revealing the woman within. Before

him stood Lena.

Lena was a young woman as sweet as a peach. Not only because of her age, but also because of her slightly plump figure and full skin, truly like a peach that made one want to take a bite.

She was smiling, naked. A patch of skin exposed outside her neckline glistened with sweat.

"What a pity, my good buddy didn't find you, Lord Rand." Lena spoke in her usual gentle tone, but couldn't hide her schadenfreude.

Rand noticed that Cyrus had already walked quite a distance without looking back—clearly he hadn't heard his call, and he couldn't possibly catch up in his current physical state.

Realizing his escape had failed, Rand's face turned grim.

Lena's smile, however, grew even sweeter. She walked over and gently stroked his face, her gaze incredibly tender and lingering.
"I told you, Lord Rand is mine… why did you run away?"

She murmured in a lover's voice, sighing as she placed her other hand on Rand's chest. "It's so unfair. It's always been like this. You never even smile in front of me, but you're overjoyed when you see Cyrus…"

Her hand slid down to Rand's genitals. "Have you ever had any shameful reactions when you see Cyrus?"
Rand's face instantly changed. "How could I possibly have any reactions! You filthy, slutty woman!" The filthy words he uttered made Rand feel even worse than the insult itself, his face turning even more ashen.

However, Lena was quite pleased, completely unconcerned about being scolded. "Oh dear, Lord Rand has finally given in to his desires~"

She was moved to tears, pressing her cheek against Rand's chest despite his resistance.

"But, it's because of Cyrus, he went too far, Lord Rand..." Lena sighed softly, raising her head and smiling. "I'm angry, very angry. Although I don't want to hurt you, I still have to punish Lord Rand."

In that instant, Rand felt a terrifying premonition he had never experienced before.

*

Lena carried Rand back to the hut, placed him on the bed, and then turned to get some strips of cloth.

She smiled and unfolded the cloth. "I've been wanting to try bondage play for a while now, and it's perfect for this." She climbed onto the bed and pressed down on Rand, forcibly tying his hands to the headboard, rendering his somewhat restored body completely unable to struggle.

Seeing Rand staring wide-eyed, refusing to give up, Lena's gaze softened. "So cute, Lord Rand, I love that look in your eyes, I love you..."

she said, kissing Rand's earlobe, gently nibbling and sucking at the nearby skin, giving him pleasure and stimulation. "If Lord Rand lets me have some fun, I won't punish you..."
Clearly, Rand wouldn't give in.

Lena wasn't surprised by his reaction, but stopped her tender actions, sitting on Rand's waist and abdomen, a wicked smile on her lips. "I don't actually like using this, but I have no choice."

Watching Lena pull out a huge dildo from the bedside table, Rand's body tensed up, a hint of fear appearing for the first time. "You—what are you trying to do? No..."

Lena was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized, and laughed. "What are you thinking, Lord Rand?"
She reached out and touched Rand's buttocks, deliberately from behind. He pressed on the area around his anus, laughing, "You thought I'd stick this fake penis in here? I didn't expect such a righteous paladin to know how men make love... Heh heh~ Lord Rand, admit it, you've been quite the lewd one all along."

Rand was both ashamed and angry.

In fact, homosexual relationships among nobles were commonplace. As a paladin, Rand, who accompanied the pope to human kingdoms' festivals, had long been aware of this. Of course, occasionally a mad noble would extend an invitation—no paladin would give these dissolute nobles a friendly look. Lena

, satisfied with watching Rand's expression, reassured him, "Don't be afraid, I wouldn't hurt you, Lord Rand, I won't put it in."

Rand relaxed, but Lena took the opportunity to push a pill into his anus with her finger, causing him to tense up and clamp her finger between his fingers.

"What did you do!" Rand's expression suddenly became very amused.

Lena smiled slightly, deliberately moving her fingers inside Rand's body for a while until she had seen enough of his expression, before slowly withdrawing her fingers and frankly answering, "A little something to add some fun, a good thing to arouse your passion, an aphrodisiac with no side effects~"

She added, "I didn't want to use this on you, but... this is punishment."
Rand didn't take her explanation to heart at all, and couldn't help but sneer, "Ha, you think... I'll give in like this?"

"No, of course not," Lena replied cheerfully, "How could my Lord Rand be defeated by a mere aphrodisiac?"

After she finished speaking, she helped Rand sit up against the wall and pulled down his pants, exposing his penis.

Even though Lena had done something shameful to him, Rand still showed strong resistance and anger towards this behavior.
Lena watched Rand's expression with pleasure, while slowly taking off all her own clothes. She forced Rand to spread his legs wide, sat between them, and placed her legs on his thighs so he could see her genitals—Rand turned his head away, but his eyes still caught her.

Lena's flushed cheeks were red with desire, her gaze fixed on Rand.

"Just realizing I'm being watched by Lord Rand...it feels so good," Lena whispered, reaching down to touch her genitals, finding her clitoris in the slightly moist crevice, rubbing it with her fingertips, giving herself a tingling sensation.

"So itchy..."

she murmured, watching Rand's body gradually heat up, his penis visibly erect and swelling before her. Rand

involuntarily shifted slightly.

Lena's blush deepened at his reaction.

She called Rand's name, increasing the speed of her clitoral stimulation, her body trembling with intense pleasure.
"Well, Lord Rand, you're getting excited and want to enjoy yourself, aren't you?" Lena's voice trembled with pleasure. "But—I won't let you enjoy yourself."

"Who...who would have such thoughts..."

Rand forcefully suppressed the lust burning within him from the aphrodisiac. He turned to glare at Lena, trying to show that he was not afraid of her torment.

However, the sweat dripping from his endurance, his slightly trembling breath, and his misty eyes only made him look more alluring.

Lena, who had been watching him closely, couldn't help but smile. She took the dildo, leaned back slightly, supported herself with her left hand, raised her hips, and slowly inserted the dildo into her vagina. Because it had only been opened with fingers, her movements were very gentle.

All of this was directed at Rand.

Lena breathed softly, gazing into Rand's eyes, and coaxed him, "If it were Lord Rand entering now... it would feel so good... Look, like this, it feels even better than a tongue..."

Rand gritted his teeth, trying to resist the urge to fantasize, but he couldn't resist the desire that arose from that momentary wavering. His manhood, desperate for relief, throbbed with increasing pain, causing him to involuntarily shift his body, but he immediately stopped himself.

"Just imagining it's Lord Rand makes me feel so good... Mmm, so good, Lord Rand's expression when he wants to penetrate is amazing."

Lena smiled throughout, slowly manipulating the dildo in her hand, letting it penetrate deeper with each thrust. The magical runes on the dildo made it tremble and sway inside her, eliciting satisfied moans from her.
She watched Rand, seeing sweat streaming down his face. He was still able to endure the torment of lust, but because of his desperate restraint, his body was experiencing subtle spasms. He couldn't even utter a rebuttal, looking as if he would collapse at the slightest sign of weakness.

Rena, who had initially intended to subdue Rand this way, softened again.

"If Lord Rand wishes, I can untie the cloth and let him masturbate," Rena said, leaning over to touch his monstrously swollen penis, only to ejaculate instantly—his body, having endured for so long due to the aphrodisiac, erupted from the slightest stimulation.

Rena was stunned for a moment, but Rand, amidst the intense pleasure, displayed an expression of near-complete exhaustion—just for a fleeting instant, yet it told Rena that the paladin's tolerance for shame had reached its limit—Rand's reaction brought Rena immense satisfaction, intensifying her pleasure. She laughed loudly, watching the penis rapidly harden after the climax.

"You clearly can't hold back anymore, Lord Rand, would you like to masturbate? Your body's reaction to just a touch is so cute, so adorable, I love it!"

"Don't even think about it!" Rand roared, but seeing his body ejaculate after being touched by Lena twice, he instantly pursed his lips in humiliation, his eyes turning terrifyingly red.

Lena smiled gently, her eyes moist with pleasure, yet as calm as ever.

She slowly shook her head, lifted her foot, and gently pressed it against Rand's penis, unsurprisingly causing him to ejaculate again. "It's Lord Rand who's indulging in fantasies. Your body has already surrendered, why still dream of conquering desire? Why not accept your instinctive call and find pleasure with me?"

Rand didn't answer her, but his body told Lena—absolutely impossible.
He hung his head, radiating a dim light. Lena reached out and lifted his face, seeing tears in his eyes

—not tears of lust, but genuine tears clinging to his eyelashes.

If it were a girl, she would have cried long ago.

Lena leaned in, licking away the tears that couldn't possibly fall, chuckling softly, "Actually, if I just hardened my heart, I could have you very quickly, but I can't help but cherish you, my holy knight..."

A mocking smile appeared on Rand's lips. He closed his eyes, no longer looking at Lena.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Lena seized the opportunity to press her lips to his and quickly slipped her tongue into his mouth, then pushed a pill in—this horrified Rand. His eyes widened, and he bit Lena's tongue, trying to cough up the pill that had slipped down his throat—Lena released him, not caring much about the bite, but instead untied his restraints and removed the dildo from his lower body. Ju, without a care, snuggled into his arms.
"The pill to counteract the effects of the aphrodisiac, I'm so tired, I'll take a nap, I'll give you food this afternoon."
Lena finally softened and let the paladin go.

--Just kidding.

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ntr. Psychological play

Author's note: This chapter is so clean and boring!!!

Next chapter we can finally have some sex! I'm so excited!

Lena (smiling): My Lord Rand will finally stop smiling at other men and women! Lena (smiling): Although I almost broke Lord Rand and gave him a fright, I'll just comfort myself tomorrow. Upon waking, Lena changed her approach, no longer forcing Rand to do shameful things, but still taking meticulous care of him.

Rand didn't let his guard down, knowing Lena must have a new idea.

In the evening, Lena began preparing dinner. She went to Rand's bedside, stirring eggs as she gently asked, "What would you like to eat tonight? I'm planning to make three black pepper steaks, one omelet, one fruit salad, and three glasses of juice. What do you think, Lord Rand?"

"Three…?" Rand's attention naturally fell on the number Lena hadn't intended to hide.

Lena gave a sweet yet meaningful smile. "We have guests."

"Of course, I won't let him find you, Lord Rand."

Lena's cottage couldn't hide anyone, but she could make people oblivious to Rand's presence. All it took was a crystal pen and magic crystals.

—Because of what Lena had done these past few days, Rand had almost forgotten Lena's profession; she was a master-level inscriptionist.

Lena was a remarkable figure on the continent; her youthful inscription masterhood was enough to inspire confidence in her future potential. After all, the highest achievement for an inscriptionist her age was only advanced.

Of course, only high-end professions like inscriptionist, alchemist, or pharmacist could support Lena's idle life and her unrestrained generosity—as long as someone commissioned her to draw a magic rune, she could easily receive payment, and no one would bother an inscriptionist. Their value far exceeded that of combat professionals; combat professionals were revered by ordinary people, while skill-based professionals were respected and flattered by combat professionals.

Rand couldn't help but recall the vibration. The fake sun Lena used. It was obvious she had added the inscription herself… Using inscriptions on such vulgar things, she truly disgraced the inscriptionists.

The image of Lena masturbating flashed through his mind, and Rand frowned in disgust, his gaze falling on Lena who was bringing him his dinner. When she wasn't saying anything outrageous or doing anything shameless, she still maintained a dignified and gentle demeanor, even smiling slightly as she met Rand's gaze.

"How are you feeling, Lord Rand? Have you recovered more?" Lena asked as she helped feed him.
Rand couldn't hold the utensils properly, accepting the feeding with a reluctant expression, without answering her. He wasn't good at lying, but refusing to answer was still an option.

Lena didn't seem to mind, still smiling, casually mentioning some interesting little things happening in the city, appearing completely normal—not at all like the lewd woman of the Forbidden Paladin. Rand silently

observed her; in truth, if he hadn't been the one experiencing this, he wouldn't have believed Lena could be this kind of person. Over the years, Lena hadn't acted out of line in front of him, treating him and other clergy equally. Rand had always admired her; a paladin wouldn't hesitate to show kindness to any devout believer—of course, Lena now only evoked Rand's disgust.

In fact, despite his intense loathing for her, Rand didn't know how to treat her after his escape. Although Lena was a false believer, she hadn't truly harmed the Temple of Light, nor was she a follower of darkness; Rand couldn't possibly throw her into the Inquisition for her actions.

Rand was deeply troubled—both in terms of how to escape and in his future plans.

While he was racking his brains, Lena's guest arrived at the hut and resolved his predicament.

—A heretic who believed in darkness undoubtedly had to be punished.

Yes, heretics were unforgivable.

Rand was somewhat dazed.

Of course, not because of Lena.

When he learned of the guest's presence, Rand had considered asking for help. Because Lena chose to prevent him from being discovered, it meant the visitor didn't know Lena's true nature and wouldn't support her actions.

But at this moment, hearing the male voice coming from Lena's dining table, he no longer considered asking for help—although he had indeed been happy when he first heard the other person's voice, because it was his childhood sweetheart.

"Miss Lena, I did indeed find the Dark Bible that my church had lost for three hundred years. No wonder a necromancer with only the Bone Realm dared to cause trouble here."

The priest, who was Rand's childhood sweetheart, spoke with his usual gentle voice, carrying a soothing peace.
Rand remained silent. The necromancer he had previously tried his best to purify possessed strength beyond the Bone Realm, forcing him to use a sacrificial ritual to gain temporary divine power to purify the necromancer—if the necromancer possessed the Dark Bible, it was only natural that his strength would be terrifying to that extent, since the Dark Bible could raise a dark mage's mental power by a rank, and had an effect on advancing the level of undead and dark magic. In other words, a magic apprentice wielding the Dark Bible will reach the level of a magician, a magician wielding the Dark Bible will reach the level of a grandmaster, a grandmaster will reach the level of a legend, and a legend will directly reach the level of a saint...
To defeat the necromancer wielding the Dark Bible was remarkable, even considering the restrictions imposed by the sacrifice.

However, when did the Dark Bible, a sacred relic of the Dark Temple, fall under the ownership of the Temple of Light?
Rand couldn't help but smile bitterly.

—The true heretics are those who wear the cloak of priests but are actually believers in darkness.

As for Lena's answer, Rand didn't have the heart to pay attention; this unexpected turn of events had already created a crack in his heart—Sylers was his childhood friend, they had grown up together, yet he had never known that this quietest, gentlest man was a follower of the Dark Temple.

There wasn't just one false believer.

There were now two heretics.

This answered questions he had never considered before—for example, if they both believed in the light and devoted their hearts to it, why was Sylers just an ordinary priest in a remote region? Of course, because his faith wasn't in the light.

Sylers had once joked that it was because he and Claya were not favored by the light, while Rand was favored by the god of light.
That was no joke. The God of Light was powerful, omnipotent, and merciful. Every belief was blessed by the God; only heretics were spared. Therefore, Cyrus, who believed in darkness, could not be promoted; he would only remain a priest.

Rand was dizzy with this realization. He didn't even feel hatred for false believers or heretics; he only felt grief and pain.

His friend had betrayed their friendship, and even more so, betrayed the light.

Cyrus didn't stay long. After having dinner with Lena, he took his leave.

"Well then, goodnight, Miss Lena," his gentle voice was captivating. "May you soon become a Grandmaster of Inscription and bring darkness down."

"Hehe, goodnight." Lena's chuckle was somewhat strange.

Cyrus suddenly chuckled softly. "By the way, Miss Lena, haven't you found Rand yet?"
"No, he probably perished on the battlefield fighting the necromancers," Lena answered readily.

"Is that so..." Cyrus paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "I hope Rand is safe, but please, Miss Lena, don't use Rand in your games after you find him. After all, he's my best friend."
Lena laughed, "Is that so? After I inform you, you'll kill him? Heartless man."
"Please don't joke, Miss Lena."

"Ah, just kidding. Alright, goodnight, Father Cyrus."

Rand came back to his senses and saw Lena coming to his bedside.

She smiled and looked at him intently, "Lord Rand is very happy because of your friend's arrival, isn't he?"
She was clearly being sarcastic.

A bitter smile appeared on Rand's lips, but he asked, "What exactly are you plotting?"

Lena didn't answer, but instead cheerfully told Rand, "Kreya is also a follower of darkness~"

—The only woman in the childhood friends trio had also betrayed the light.

The truth Rand learned today was more serious than the abuse he had suffered in the past two days, so serious that he couldn't calm down.

All the pain inflicted upon him was only temporary, but the pain of betrayal would last forever.

Lena, however, answered his earlier question lightly, "The God of Darkness was imprisoned in another plane after the War of the Gods, and I, the only one with the ability to travel between planes, can help him descend. When I become a Grandmaster of Inscription, I can draw a magic rune that temporarily influences the laws of the world, allowing the God of Darkness to descend upon this world through my body."
"Celes believes that the embrace of darkness is more merciful than the expulsion of light, so he worships darkness. I don't quite understand Clya's thoughts, but she does indeed worship darkness; she's already a priestess~"

Lena's answer calmed Rand down.

His azure eyes shone brightly again, resolute, upright, and fearless.

"Heretics, your delusion of descending into darkness is impossible." He remained the dignified knight.
He too radiated light, as if burning with light—yes, he was burning his own soul to gain divine power.

Incredibly beautiful.

Even if his body and soul suffered endless humiliation, Rand was willing to endure it, rather than escape humiliation through death like others. But when the light was desecrated and threatened, he cared about nothing. There

could never be another person in the world who could disregard the laws of the world and traverse dimensions—Lena was a miracle, there could never be another. Rand only needed to destroy her body and soul to prevent the God of Darkness from descending upon the continent.
Lena became serious. She quickly drew magic runes, gradually suppressing Rand's divine magic and causing this area to gradually deviate from the laws of faith.

The woman, now focused, was covered in sweat, her brows furrowed from her intense concentration.

Stopping a paladin from casting divine magic was no easy task, even for Lena, who knew how to stop him, it required her to exhaust her mental strength. After all, this was a master-level magic rune array.

She felt dizzy, forcing herself to complete the array.

—It was impossible not to succeed.

Rand suffered a backlash from the thwarted divine magic, becoming even weaker than before, but his eyes towards Lena revealed genuine hatred.

However, this extremely unwilling expression made Lena feel relieved.

"Are you in pain? I told you, Lord Rand is mine, and I love you so much..." Lena stepped forward and gently embraced him, whispering like a lover, "There's only me by your side, accompanying you in your faith in the light, how could you only think of betraying you and the light? See, it's all because you thought about other people, they will hurt you, betray you, only I will never."

"Heretical, do you think I would believe that... helping the darkness..." Rand's voice was extremely weak, as if he might faint at any moment.

Lena kissed his forehead, "Why do you think I let you find out about this? Lord Rand, I yearn for the light, I love you, how could I let the darkness that threatens the light and you descend?"

"You must know, there's only me by your side, I can protect anything you want."
Lena finished speaking solemnly, looking at Rand who had finally fallen into a coma, a very happy smile appeared on her face.
—No one can steal your attention anymore.

—Only look at me.

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