Convent of Saintess 131

In the first chapter of episode thirteen
, a flash of green light appears
in the crystal-clear underground palace. In the center of a captivating emerald pool, the beautiful and alluring Saintess Censer, mistress of the Cancer Palace, is tightly bound. Her slender, graceful body lies in a lascivious posture, legs spread wide, on the crystal-blue waterbed. She glares at the little witch standing not far away, her eyes blazing with fury, filled with the rage of knowing the truth. The
beautiful witch, who had been watching the spectacle with amusement, is astonished by the Saintess's strange behavior.
This is the 100th generation Cancer Palace Saintess to have her virginity defiled, yet her reaction is unlike any of her predecessors. Her target isn't Elva, who is currently inserting a penis into her sacred, tender orifice, but rather the innocent bystander, the little witch.
The little witch tilts her head, lightly biting her finger, pondering the reason with a bewildered and innocent expression, which is undeniably adorable.
Among them, Elva, who was holding the saintess's slender waist with both hands and inserting his penis into the moist honey hole between her long, beautiful legs, was also surprised by the saintess's intelligence and wisdom. She could see that the little witch was the mastermind, and he was just an innocent accomplice. Elva stared at her for a while with wide eyes, then turned back to the little witch and asked in puzzlement, "Are you two very familiar?"
"Ah, I know!" the little witch suddenly screamed, pointing at the beautiful girl between Elva's legs, and exclaimed, "So you are..."
The unyielding saintess glared at her, gritted her teeth, and shouted fiercely, "Remember now? I only regret that I didn't completely destroy you back then, which left this calamity today!"
Hearing such vicious words, anger also appeared on the little witch's pretty face. She clenched her fists tightly, glared at the saintess for a while, and suddenly sneered, "Do you regret it? If you hadn't spared my life to extract the secret, you wouldn't be in this situation today." "
With a light leap, the little witch nimbly landed beside the saintess, crouched down, and forcefully grabbed the saintess's ample breasts with both hands. Gritting her teeth, she sneered, "Look at you now, lying naked under a man's body, your little hole torn apart by his penis. Where did your arrogant power go when you were interrogating me from above?"
The face of the Cancer Palace Saintess quickly turned bright red. Looking down at herself, bound tightly in such a lewd position, she could clearly feel the thick penis stretching her flower stem, pressing tightly against her hymen.
Shame and humiliation surged like a tidal wave, quickly engulfing her completely. The strong saintess's face was as red as blood as she glared at the boy pressing down on her. Her beautiful, naked body struggled with all her might, but in the end, she could not break free of the tightly bound ropes.
Listening to their conversation, Elva rolled his eyes in confusion, his penis circling the tender opening. Suddenly, he realized something, pointing at the beautiful saintess beneath him, and exclaimed to the little witch, "So it was the Cancer Saintess from your era a hundred years ago! She and the other saintess captured you and locked you up! Oh... Great Saintess, thank you so much! If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead in the Saintess's Convent, and I wouldn't have the chance to sleep with so many beautiful saintessses."
Elva excitedly and gratefully embraced the Cancer Saintess's body, kissing her smooth cheeks left and right, but this only made her furious. She turned her head, opened her pearly teeth, and bit his lips hard.
Elva cried out in pain and jumped up, angrily grabbing her long, thick hair and forcing her to kneel on the waterbed. He thrust his hips forward, his wet, slick penis forcefully forcing open her soft cherry lips, sliding past her hard teeth, and brutally plunging into her moist mouth. The glans pierced her throat, causing the steadfast saintess to cry out "Ugh!" her beautiful eyes rolling back as she nearly choked to death by the penis in her throat.
Seeing her in this wretched state, the little witch felt immense satisfaction, jumping up and clapping her hands in laughter. Her eyes, filled with a cruel light of hatred and joy, shone brightly.
Revenge was the best punishment, and the little witch, with such a good opportunity, naturally wouldn't let it slip by. She immediately commanded Elva to use the most brutal movements to ravage her cherry-like mouth, until she groaned repeatedly, the tight flesh of her throat almost being torn apart by the thick glans.
After watching for a while, the little witch still wasn't satisfied. She stood behind her, her soft little hands grabbing her head and forcefully thrusting it towards Elva's crotch, rapidly shaking her head. Her eyes sparkled as she watched, laughing excitedly, her face filled with adorable joy.
The noble and beautiful Saintess of a Hundred Generations rolled her eyes, feeling so humiliated and indignant that she wished she were dead—she had indeed died once, and her soul's life in heaven was leisurely and carefree, everything pure and beautiful, unlike here, where someone grabbed her head and used a dirty, hard penis to brutally penetrate her clean and noble lips, making it hard for her to even breathe.
Moreover, being bound and forced to kneel at the crotch of this evil man, as if she were bowing down to him, was a humiliation that the Holy Maiden could not bear. She hated him so much that she used all her strength to bite down hard with her teeth, desperately grinding the base of his penis, wanting to bite it off and swallow it whole, so that the evil man would never have the means to violate the Holy Maiden again!
Between her pearly white teeth, the penis was incredibly firm. The Holy Maiden tried with all her might, but to no avail. Her smooth, fragrant tongue desperately wrapped around and pushed against the penis, but she couldn't push it out. Instead, this only increased Elva's pleasure. He exclaimed and praised, "Wonderful! Holy Maiden, your oral sex skills are getting better and better. You're even better than your teachers and predecessors. Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older generation!"
Humiliated and kneeling between the evil man's legs, with a hard object stuck in her throat, and being mocked and humiliated like this, the Holy Maiden was filled with grief and indignation. Clear, crystalline tears welled up in her eyes and "swish" down her snow-white cheeks, flowing down to her smooth, round chin. The little witch gripped her delicate head tightly with her slender hands, shaking it violently. She herself leaned forward, her profile amusement at the girl's furious expression as she tried desperately to bite off the penis, only to fail. Excitement trembled within her, and her hands moved even faster, performing oral sex on the girl
. This humiliating ordeal plunged the newly arrived saintess from heaven into hell, subjecting her to endless torment. The soft flesh of her throat was almost chafed raw by the relentless thrusting of the glans, until Elva's excited semen shot deep into her throat, causing her to faint from suffocation.
When she slowly awoke, she felt a sharp pain in her teeth; Elva's powerful penis had knocked out her front teeth.
Thick fluid also clung to her throat; the force of the ejaculation had caused her to choke on the semen, which flowed from her nose and down her lips like two long strands of snot.
The little witch knelt behind her, her jade-like arms tightly embracing her sexy body, her hands gripping her large breasts. Her red lips brushed against her ear, giggling and whispering lewd words, praising her oral sex skills and how beautiful the two snotty snot strands on her lips were.
The Saintess of a Hundred Generations groaned, tilting her head back and falling onto the little witch's shoulder, completely stunned by the words.
When the Saintess awoke again, she found Elva lying on the ground, and she straddling his hips. His thick penis had been withdrawn from her mouth and inserted into her tender vagina, intimately pressing against her hymen, causing it to concave inwards.
Her arms were bound behind her back, her slender, perfect body suspended in the air, two hands supporting her weight on her waist. It was the little witch, grinning lewdly at her, her beautiful and lovely face filled with a cruel beauty.
The Holy Maiden of a Hundred Generations roared angrily, "You despicable demon, what do you want to do?"
The little witch chuckled softly and said leisurely, "Nothing much, it's just that you tortured me for so long last time and imprisoned me for over a hundred years, so I should repay you now."
Suddenly, her slender, beautiful hands gripped the Holy Maiden's waist, pressing down with all her might. This immense force acted on the Demonic Dragon Spear, and brilliant golden light burst forth from the glans. The thick, fleshy rod swiftly shattered the holy and sturdy hymen, violently tearing through the tender orifice, plunging straight in. The intense thrusting caused excruciating pain to the delicate walls of her flesh. A
piercing scream echoed in the center of the Azure Pool. The chaste and beautiful Holy Maiden screamed hoarsely, looking up towards the direction of Heaven, her eyes bulging from their sockets, shooting out a gaze of extreme grief and pain. She simply couldn't believe that she, the great Holy Spirit who had always been respected, would be subjected to such brutal humiliation!
But this was only the beginning. The little witch panted excitedly, gripping her slender waist with both hands, desperately shaking her up and down, causing the thick, fleshy rod to thrust rapidly in and out of her chaste honeyed orifice, bringing her a hundred times the pain and torment. Her sexy, delicate body swayed weakly. The Holy Maiden of a Hundred Generations struggled to suppress the tears in her eyes and the moans escaping her lips, manipulated like a pitiful rag doll, enduring the brutal humiliation of having her chastity taken and her dignity utterly destroyed. Yet, she felt a terrifying, unprecedented pleasure slowly rising from her lower body.
After endless humiliation and teasing, just as she couldn't help but scream and moan, almost reaching orgasm, the little witch suddenly grabbed her body and forcefully pulled her from the penis, like pulling out a large radish.
Dissatisfied cries escaped from both her and Elva's mouths simultaneously. The Holy Maiden of a Hundred Generations felt as if she had lost her footing, screaming involuntarily. Opening her eyes, she saw only the little witch's mocking gaze.
Like being doused with ice water, the Holy Maiden of a Hundred Generations immediately paled, and tears of shame finally streamed down her face. She turned her head away, unable to meet the little witch's mocking gaze.
The little witch wouldn't let her go, kneading her breasts and arousing her desire while whispering in her ear, describing her wanton movements as she frantically thrust against Elva, begging for pleasure.
The Hundred-Year Saintess, filled with shame and rage, was flipped over and pinned to the ground by the little witch, her buttocks raised high like a bitch's, as Elva knelt behind her and slowly penetrated her. Pure, clear tears of grief and anger streamed down her face, splashing onto the waterbed pressed against her cheeks.
Seeing her in this miserable state only fueled the little witch's vengeful laughter, and she excitedly helped Elva rape her, each time pulling her body away from Elva's penis just before her climax, preventing her from returning to heaven in the throes of orgasm and preventing her from satisfying her revenge.
Even the torments of hell couldn't compare. The helpless Saintess of a Hundred Generations was repeatedly tossed to the peak of pleasure, only to be forcibly pulled down by the little witch just before the climax, plunging heavily into hell, experiencing unbearable pain and resentment.
Finally, the opportunity for revenge arrived, and the little witch was as excited as if it were New Year's Day, beginning an endless frenzy. She spent the entire night training and torturing the Saintess of a Hundred Generations, and even then, not satisfied, she summoned the Saintess of Libra and the two princess sisters to join her in torturing the Saintess of a Hundred Generations.
That night, Elva was immersed in a sexual frenzy, passionately making love with the various beautiful women on the waterbed, ejaculating wave after wave of semen into their bodies, but at the little witch's request, she refused to give the Saintess of a Hundred Generations a chance to climax.
Princess Cecilia knelt beside her, tears in her eyes, looking at this legendary heroine with awe and pity, gently caressing and licking her firm breasts, hoping this would bring her warmth and alleviate her mental and physical pain.
Princess Qinana, however, was excitedly playing around, fully enjoying this rare opportunity to make love with the previous Saintess. While Elva inserted his penis into the Saintess's anus, she clung to the Saintess's body, rubbing against her vulva with pleasure, moaning and groaning, blissfully savoring the wonderful sensation of the Holy Spirit's petals rubbing against her tender opening.
As dawn approached, the Libra Saintess and the two princesses, exhausted from their lovemaking, lay on the waterbed, fast asleep. Only Elva continued his vigorous struggle, relentlessly fucking the Saintess.
The ropes binding the Saintess had been untied, but she was already weak and limp, only able to lie on the waterbed moaning softly, powerless to resist. Her
delicate buttocks were raised high, and a thick, hard penis was deeply inserted into her bleeding anus. Elva thrust wildly, enjoying the strange pleasure of being tightly gripped by the Saintess's anus.
The powerful aphrodisiac force released by the Demonic Dragon Spear was effective even inside her anus. The lewd pleasure traveled through her anus to her jade-like body, her pink buttocks and lower abdomen burning, causing her to tremble with ecstasy, her weak moans trembling slightly.
Elva smiled excitedly, thrusting forcefully into her tender, pert buttocks, the thrusts making a series of loud thuds. The aphrodisiac force surged wildly into her body, causing the Saintess's breathing to become increasingly rapid. Finally, she couldn't help but lift her head, letting out a hoarse scream.
The little witch, who had been dozing in exhaustion, opened her eyes in surprise, seeing the noble and chaste Saintess lying on all fours on the waterbed, her head thrown back, her mouth open like a female beast, her face filled with lust and excitement, clearly having reached orgasm.
The overwhelming pleasure of the climax left the Saintess dizzy and unable to think. Her anus contracted violently, the tightness sending waves of pleasure through Elva. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she trembled as she clutched her delicate pink buttocks and began a violent ejaculation.
Having endured the torment of prolonged unfulfilled desire, the Saintess finally reached a rare climax. This time, the intense pleasure surged forth, causing her vaginal canal to tremble violently as she sprayed scalding vaginal fluid onto his penis and scrotum.
Mixed with the virgin blood from her anus and vagina, his penis was covered in a strange, sacred liquid. Elva suddenly felt his penis burning hot, as if immersed in hot water. Then, a cool sensation washed over him, making his body tremble slightly and clearing his mind.
But what followed was a wave of pleasure like the crashing of a raging ocean tide. Holding this incredibly beautiful Saintess, his penis deep inside her body, Elva suddenly felt as if he were on the surface of the ocean, being battered and tossed by huge waves. That strange and wonderful feeling was unforgettable.
The dreamlike sensation lasted for an unknown amount of time. When he opened his eyes, he could still feel his penis violently ejaculating, filling the Hundred-Year Saintess's anus and uncontrollably flowing out.
Elva, dazed, lowered his head and saw the golden semen flowing down her snow-white, smooth buttocks and his own groin. Amidst the golden hue, a vibrant green light appeared.
His penis had broken through its limits at that moment, transforming from golden to a deep green, still radiating a brilliant, crystalline light that illuminated the beautiful saintess before him, making her appear ethereal and captivating.
"Green light…" Elva murmured, his eyes widening slightly, his face filled with shock under the green light.
The Hundred-Year Saintess was still gaping, screaming. A green light emanated from her rear, spreading throughout her body, making her emerald green and crystalline, like a beautiful emerald maiden, trembling as she hung on Elva's penis. Her anus spasmed, squeezing out the golden semen that filled her.
In the throes of orgasm, she forgot everything, only vaguely hearing the little witch's excited and joyful mocking words: "To reach orgasm even from being fucked in the backdoor, truly an extraordinary saintess!"
The saintess of a hundred generations was completely unaware of what she was saying; her soul had already floated away, flying towards heaven.
Only when her spirit returned to heaven, fell to the ground, and was surrounded by the saintesses of the past, who were anxiously trying to keep her spirit from weakening and dissipating, did she suddenly understand what the little witch was saying. Overwhelmed with shame and grief, she groaned softly in pain, wishing that her body and soul would truly perish so that she would never remember this incredibly humiliating memory again. The upgrade of the
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Magic Dragon Spear consumed a huge amount of energy, causing Elva to collapse unconscious on the waterbed, tightly embracing Saintess Censer's jade-like body. His emerald green penis, however, remained hard, deeply inserted into her bleeding anus.
After helping the Magic Dragon Spear upgrade, Saintess Censer lost a large amount of holy power, leaving her extremely weak. She remained in this intimate position with Elva, sleeping for a full day before finally waking. She found the Libra Saintess and the two princesses sitting naked beside her, staring in astonishment at her strange sexual position.
Saintess Censer didn't even have time to blush; she could only weakly lie on the waterbed, savoring the intense pleasure she remembered, a lingering smile playing on her lips.
"What a lewd saintess..." the little witch muttered to herself, then knelt down and licked Elva's penis and scrotum, waking him up to continue her virginity-destroying mission.
After the upgrade, the Magic Dragon Spear was indeed incredibly effective. The moment it broke her hymen, the 101st Cancer Saintess groaned. Despite her desperate attempts to control herself, she was easily brought to orgasm, crying as she ascended to heaven.
Saintess Censer's teacher was the 103rd generation Cancer Saintess. When her hymen was broken, she remained remarkably calm, simply lying on the waterbed, quietly enduring Elva's brutal rape. A dazed expression graced her beautiful face as she murmured her disciple's name, saying in a low voice, "Poor little Censer, I don't blame you… To endure such pain and torment, it's far too difficult for a young girl like you…" His
penis plunged deep into her honeyed depths, the aphrodisiac power surging forth, causing her to moan softly. Her jade-like buttocks naturally rose, tightly embracing Elva's naked body, her long, beautiful legs tightly wrapped around his waist, allowing his thick penis to penetrate to its deepest point, beginning a violent ejaculation.
Her eyes grew even more dazed, her breath rapid and labored. Trembling, she turned her head, her cherry lips exhaling fragrant, hot breath, forcefully kissing Elva's lips.
Like a couple deeply in love, they intimately made love and kissed, golden semen continuously gushing forth, splashing into the deepest recesses of her scalding body.
The Holy Spirit, in the throes of orgasm, detached from its beloved disciple's body and soared into the sky.
Beside it, the little witch knelt on the waterbed, giggling excitedly, clearly seeing that the angel wings on Saintess Censer's back had turned completely black. After the spells cast on her hymen by successive saintesses were broken, Saintess Censer had finally fallen completely, becoming one of the succubi.
In Heaven, the last generation of Cancer Saintess sat quietly in the center of all the Holy Spirits, her expression calm, saying nothing.
There was no need for her to say anything more. The fates of the previous one hundred and two Cancer Saintesses had clearly told the thousands of Holy Spirits formed by the saintesses of each palace what had happened. A
wave of unbearable shame washed over them, completely engulfing these Holy Spirits who held the highest positions in Heaven. Every saint's eyes blazed with grief and rage. Countless saints knelt, praying to the goddess of life, hoping she would awaken quickly and use her divine power to descend to the mortal realm, vanquishing those hateful evildoers and protecting the purity of the saint's convent from defilement.
Only the Cancer saint, who had just been brought to orgasm by rape, sat silently on the ground, savoring the strange sensation.
It was a beautiful memory shared by her and her disciple; they had once shared the same body, enjoying the pleasure of being favored by that handsome young man.
In her previous life, she too had struggled with increasingly intense lust. Although she had resisted thanks to years of arduous cultivation, avoiding lesbian relationships like her disciple, the agonizing pain of lust remained firmly etched in her heart.
Life in heaven was peaceful and serene, as holy as ever. But years after her death, she was unexpectedly brought back to the mortal realm, experiencing such exquisite pleasure that it left her dazed, yet a faint sense of relief and satisfaction rose within her.
She couldn't show it, not even a hint of a smile. She simply sat silently with her head bowed, quietly savoring the intoxicating, dizzying sensation.
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Pulling up her trousers to conceal the dazzling, crystalline green light, Elva, with a pure and innocent expression, donned her saintly robes, leaving the ecstatic Saintess Censer alone on the crystal-blue waterbed. She walked out, out of the Cancer Palace, and towards her Taurus Palace.
A gentle breeze carried the invigorating fragrance of flowers; this morning, after a night of intense labor, seemed so refreshing and beautiful to Elva.
"Climb over the mountaintop ahead, and through layers of white clouds, there's green light..." Elva, relaxed and happy, hummed a familiar Earth song from his memory as he stepped onto the stairs, heading towards the artificial hill.
Before even reaching the top, he saw the beautiful Saintess Gurney, her head adorned with a vibrant rose crown, hidden behind a grotto in the hillside, gazing at the pavilion across the lake, her face bearing a faint expression of melancholy and heartache.
In the pavilion, a beautiful girl identical to her sat, also dressed in a saint's robe, but adorned with a gladiolus crown. Her long hair, a mix of pink, pale red, and crimson, swayed gently in the breeze, creating an exquisitely elegant scene.
A desolate and lonely expression appeared on the gladiolus girl's face; her eyes held sorrow and loneliness, along with a glimmer of expectation. But as time passed, that expectation dimmed, turning into disappointment and heartbreak, appearing on her pure and beautiful face, a sight that broke one's heart.
In the artificial grotto, the beautiful rose maiden clasped her hands tightly to her chest, her face filled with heartache, gazing at her twin sister from afar.
Though she wanted to comfort her, she couldn't move her feet. Saintess Guni could only silently curse Saintess Censer in her heart; it was she who had stirred Minnie's heart, only to suddenly disappear, leaving Minnie to wait here every day in vain, like waiting for a lover who would never appear.
This waiting had continued for several days. Saintess Censer and Saintess Minnie had agreed on a time for a secret rendezvous here, but neither had shown up. Since then, Saintess Minnie had come here every day at this time, quietly waiting for that unfinished secret rendezvous.
In truth, the responsibility for the broken promise didn't lie entirely with Saintess Censer. While Saintess Minnie waited for her day after day, she lay on her waterbed, being relentlessly and brutally violated by Elva, screaming and moaning, lost in endless ecstasy. How could she possibly remember that in the picturesque pavilion in the middle of the lake, there was a pure and beautiful girl, waiting devotedly for her arrival,
gazing at her beloved sister waiting quietly in desolation? Saintess Gurney's heart was filled with pain, jealousy, and pity, causing her long hair to gradually change color, becoming a red and yellow hue, symbolizing her love and jealousy. It danced gracefully in the breeze, forming beautiful arcs that gently fell onto her soft, fragrant shoulders.
A pair of hands slowly reached out from the side and grasped her delicate, white hands. Saintess Gurney slowly raised her head and saw Saintess Elsa, radiating holy charm, standing beside her, her beautiful face filled with understanding and care.
Seeing that heartwarming expression of care, the beautiful young girl's delicate nose tingled slightly. She involuntarily leaned into Saint Elsa's embrace, gently nestling into her warm embrace, letting out a soft breath, and closing her beautiful eyes, savoring this peaceful and reassuring feeling.
Elva's hand slowly rose, gently encircling her soft, fragrant shoulders. She lowered her head and gently kissed her soft, cherry-like lips.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Saint Guni didn't open her eyes, but gently returned the kiss, sucking on Saint Elsa's tongue as it entered her mouth, exchanging sweet saliva, immersed in the wonderful moment of embracing and kissing this beautiful saint. This
wasn't their first kiss; their mutual understanding made their deep kiss tender and lingering, causing Saint Guni's soul to gradually float, as if she had ascended to heaven. The blissful feeling made her momentarily forget her dearest sister.
Her hair was gradually changing. The yellow that represented jealousy faded, turning into a vibrant rose red, allowing her long, crimson hair to dance gently in the wind. The gesture of tilting her head back to kiss Saint Elsa was exquisitely beautiful, like a scene from a dream.
She sweetly embraced Saint Elsa, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her mind wandering, unaware that in the pavilion across the lake, the equally beautiful gladiolus girl leaned against a pillar, sighing softly, a sorrowful expression on her face, her clear, bright eyes glistening with tears.
Chapter Two: The Beautiful Swordswoman.
As if treading on clouds, Elva returned to the Taurus Palace under his control, his mind still reeling.
The sweet kiss with the rose girl, filled with the sweet taste of pure love, had left him feeling lost in the joy of romance, completely forgetting everything else in the world.
Although Elva, driven by desire, attempted to reach under Saint Gurney's clothes, she gently stopped him, refusing to let him cross the line.
After all, she was a pure saint; if tempted by lust, she would fall like Saint Zenser, and he would have no right to blame Saint Zenser.
Or perhaps she still harbored love for Saint Minnie, and even for Minnie's sake, she had to maintain a final line of defense, not betraying her own sister because of her attachment to Saint Elsa; in that case, she would be the one to feel guilty.
When Elva finally awoke from his dazed thoughts of pure love, he had already returned to his Taurus Palace.
Entering the bedroom, looking at the beautiful face of the former Taurus Saint on the bed, filled with grief and despair, Elva suddenly smiled slightly.
Besides her, several other beautiful bodies lay sprawled on the spacious bed.
They were Princess Cecilia and her sister, and the mature and charming Libra Saint. They returned to the Taurus Palace before him, tending to Saint Dorothy and keeping her company with their desires, lest she become too bored.
The most lively and adorable Princess Qinana happily knelt between Saint Dorothy's long, beautiful legs, her jade-like fingers probing into her sacred honeyed depths, thrusting rapidly, smilingly enjoying the exquisite sensation of defiling the saintess.
Princess Qinana's kind sister, with teary eyes, embraced Saint Dorothy, her delicate hands gently caressing her breasts and shoulders, hoping to ease her pain.
Sometimes, Princess Cecilia couldn't suppress her own love, gently lowering her head to kiss Saint Dorothy's smooth cheek, savoring the strange, bittersweet sensation.
The Libra Saintess leaned against the headboard, her warm, jade-like hand caressing the Saintess Dorothy's soft, golden hair. Ignoring Dorothy's angry, reproachful gaze, she smiled serenely, guiding Dorothy's hand to caress her own vulva, until she herself gasped and moaned softly, spilling her nectar onto Dorothy's hand.
The lewd scene before him jolted Elva from his pure infatuation, a dark fire of desire igniting within him. He walked to the bedside, admiring Dorothy's beautiful body, a smile of excitement spreading across his face.
Now that the Magic Dragon Spear had been upgraded, he would invite this saintess, whom he should respectfully call "teacher," to savor the powerful might of his new version!
He climbed onto the bed, legs spread, straddling Dorothy, slowly unfastening her robes, her trousers sliding down, casting a brilliant emerald light throughout the spacious room.
The three beautiful, naked women lay on the bed, gazing at the Demon God's dragon spear. Their exquisite faces involuntarily displayed expressions of worship and awe. Saintess Dorothy, in particular, stared wide-eyed at Elva's crotch in disbelief.
There, the thick, electric dragon spear stood erect, its glans seemingly defying her, drawing her complete attention. The entire spear was semi-transparent; from its surface to its inner shaft, the bulging veins were clearly visible, like a shimmering piece of jade, radiating countless rays of light throughout the room, dazzling and imbued with the awe-inspiring power befitting a divine artifact.
Bathed in the crystalline green light, Saintess Dorothy's face turned green, utterly shocked by this transformation, a strong sense of fear rising from the depths of her heart.
Emerald light surged from his genitals, spreading over Elva's body and illuminating his face. Elva smiled, his countenance solemn and dignified. He bowed his head, full of compassion, and uttered a solemn prophecy to the suffering saintess: "You will reach your climax!"
Hearing this chilling prophecy, Saintess Dorothy's face turned even greener. She clenched her teeth tightly and angrily squeezed out two words: "Don't even think about it!"
Elva smiled and took out a ring. Like Buddha offering a flower, he gently held it in his hand, gave Saintess Dorothy a knowing smile, and said in a deep voice: "This ring..." "This is the Ring of the Slut, forged by the Demon God. If you wear it, you will gradually fall and become a slut yourself. The only way to resist its corrosive influence on your mind is to stubbornly resist ever reaching orgasm. If you accidentally reach orgasm, this ring will never be removed!"
With that, he smiled and knelt down, sitting on Saint Dorothy's high, firm breasts. He reached out and took her hand, gently placing the ring on her finger as compensation for forcibly taking the Taurus Palace's treasured ring.
Saint Dorothy's face turned deathly pale. She gritted her teeth and struggled fiercely, but her body was too weak and her strength too great. In the end, he managed to put the ring on her finger.
Elva held her hand, caressing it lovingly, and showed her the finger with the Slut's Ring on it.
Looking at the ring on her finger, which resembled the Taurus Palace's treasured ring, Saint Dorothy was filled with fear. The dark magic emanating from it could only be felt by the wearer; wisps of evil magic were seeping into her fingers, flowing into her body.
No matter what, she absolutely couldn't climax today, otherwise, as this villain said, the ring might really be stuck on her hand, impossible to remove. However, this shouldn't be too difficult. Aside from the unexpected climax during her first time, although she felt pleasure, she had always managed to suppress it. This time would be no exception; even if this villain used every means at his disposal, her devout and unwavering heart would not waver in the slightest!
This noble and beautiful woman gritted her teeth, coldly staring at the handsome young man on top of her. Her beautiful eyes were filled with unwavering determination, and her gaze towards him was filled with contempt and disgust, like the resolute gaze of a revolutionary facing evil forces.
Elva cursed inwardly, but his face still wore a compassionate smile as he gently said, "Since Your Highness is ready, then please accept the challenge!"
His strong body retreated, and Elva slowly knelt between her long, beautiful legs. His Demonic Electric Dragon Spear emitted a shimmering green light as he lowered his head, placing the glans against her moist petals, slowly probing forward.
When the glans pressed tightly against the tender flesh of her entrance, Saintess Dorothy immediately felt an intense surge of pleasure coursing through her body.
After long periods of training and soaking in aphrodisiacs, her already extremely sensitive body trembled rapidly. The intense pleasure surging into her body brought a shock far exceeding any limit she had ever experienced before.
After the upgrade, the powerful domain force of the Demonic Dragon Spear spread out, and the honeyed orifice within its influence felt this power, every part trembling with ecstasy, causing Saintess Dorothy's jade-like face to quickly flush red, and her snow-white, milky skin to develop an alluring blush.
The translucent, jade-like penis swelled to an extremely large size, pushing against the honeyed orifice, forcing open the tender flesh walls, and inserting into the sacred honey passage, elegantly thrusting in and out with a musical rhythm.
Saint Dorothy gasped heavily, her body becoming incredibly sensitive in that instant, acutely aware of every movement of the thick, hard penis within her. It felt as if every cell in her flower path was leaping and throbbing with excitement, eagerly anticipating the intense, trembling pleasure. A wave of
ecstasy washed over her, quickly engulfing Saint Dorothy. In that instant, she suddenly felt the same turbulent sensation she always had when she saw Saint Censer, as if she were standing beside Saint Censer again, but the intense pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
Her mind reeling, Saint Dorothy felt as if she were ascending to the heavens, her soul drifting towards paradise.
Faintly, she heard excited screams and moans, sounds that seemed to come from afar, yet were strangely familiar, like her own voice.
Saintess Dorothy awoke with a start, biting her tongue hard until it bled, finally snapping out of her ecstasy. Shocked and ashamed, she realized it was indeed she who had been screaming and moaning, intensely crying out under Elva's brutal rape.
Being made to moan by a man filled Saintess Dorothy with unbearable shame; her face was cold, yet tears streamed down her face.
"The upgraded version of the Demonic Lightning Dragon Spear seems really powerful; look, she's even crying from my fucking!"
Elva thought with amusement, embracing her naked, perfect body and thrusting into her relentlessly. His penis pumped violently in and out of her tight, wet vagina, squeezing out her juices with a squelching sound.
Princess Qinana, also watching this scene in astonishment, suddenly chuckled upon hearing the sound. She leaned close to Saintess Dorothy, embraced her head, and gently kissed her cheek. Her small mouth approached Dorothy's ear, and she said with a lewd laugh, "Listen, you're so wet down there! The sound of you being penetrated by a man is so loud!"
Saintess Dorothy was already blushing crimson with shame, her heart filled with inexplicable grief and indignation. She struggled weakly, moaning and resisting with gasps, while trying to suppress her lust, hoping not to feel such intense pleasure.
But how could she resist the power of the Demonic Dragon Spear at this moment? She clearly felt the violent thrusting of the penis into her flower path, pleasure surging wildly from her lower body, spreading throughout her body like an electric current, reaching her heart. Finally, she couldn't help but part her cherry lips and cry out, "Ah!"
Moaning in her conscious state filled her with shock, shame, and remorse. She raised her slender, white hand, looking at the succubus ring on her finger, her heart filled with terror. She thought only, "Won't I really be unable to take it off after my orgasm?"
Her confidence in not being able to orgasm had vanished. Seeing the pleasure Elva was giving her, she feared she truly wouldn't be able to resist and would reach orgasm beneath him!
Enjoying the fear and shame on her face, Elva laughed excitedly, embracing her slender waist tightly. His thrusts became even more brutal, his thick, long penis plunging deep with each stroke, his hips slapping against her genitals with a resounding slap.
The rapid, lightning-fast thrusts brought a tidal wave of pleasure, quickly engulfing Saint Dorothy, causing her to open her cherry lips and let out a fierce moan.
Saint Dorothy, still clinging to a sliver of consciousness, cried out in shame, uttering intermittent moans. Her delicate body trembled violently from Elva's thrusts.
As the thrusting intensified, the pleasure accumulating within her increased, and despite her desperate attempts to suppress it, she finally reached her breaking point, exploding with all the pent-up pleasure that spread throughout her body.
In this intensely pleasurable sensation, it felt as if every cell in her body was trembling with excitement, causing Saint Dorothy to sink completely into a state of dizziness. Her mind clouded, she tilted her head back, her cherry lips slightly parted, and let out a high-pitched, melodious scream that nearly shook the roof.
Her snow-white arms tightly embraced Elva's naked body, and Saint Dorothy involuntarily raised her long, beautiful legs, wrapping them tightly around Elva's waist, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper, his glans slamming heavily against her sacred womb.
The flower path, which had been suppressing its pleasure, trembled and spasmed violently. A large amount of nectar gushed from within, splashing onto the glans, scalding Elva and causing him to tremble with intense pleasure. Unable to bear the tightness of the Saintess's flower path, he embraced her exquisitely beautiful body, letting out a low growl as he reached his climax.
His thick, hard penis throbbed violently within the tightly constricted, spasming honey pot, shooting wave after wave of golden semen onto her trembling, blissful womb. With her extremely keen senses, Saintess Dorothy clearly felt the scalding semen shooting into her womb, causing her to scream and moan uncontrollably. In the ecstasy of extreme pleasure, she tightly embraced Elva, together soaring to their own paradise of climax.
A trembling sob escaped her lips. In this ecstatic bliss, Saintess Dorothy desperately realized that she seemed to be enjoying this decadent pleasure, unable to extricate herself.
Powerful holy energy surged from Saintess Dorothy's body, flowing through their point of union and rushing into Elva's body. This holy power was so strong that Elva could feel the scorching heat as it flowed rapidly through the Demonic Lightning Dragon Spear.
In the suffocating pleasure, Elva smiled with twitching excitement. Finally, he could enjoy the exhilarating feeling of that holy power entering his body. He believed that the more he did it with her, the more holy power he would gain, further enhancing his strength!
His gaze fell on Saintess Dorothy's jade-like back, where her enormous, pure white wings were turning black in large patches as she trembled violently during her orgasm, foreshadowing the beginning of her fall. After
trembling for an unknown amount of time, Saintess Dorothy, who had been unconscious in her orgasm, finally awoke. She raised her beautiful face, streaked with tears, and glared at the boy riding on top of her, completely disregarding the fact that she had just been intimately embracing him, enjoying the decadent pleasure in her daze, and involuntarily bestowing all the love in her heart upon him.
Elva, magnanimous and unconcerned by her lustful gaze, gently swayed his hips back and forth, allowing his soft penis to slowly thrust in and out of her wet passage, repaying her evil with kindness and bringing her a lingering, pleasurable pleasure. He smiled kindly and said, "Your Highness, you just had an orgasm!"
Like a heavy hammer striking her heart, Saint Dorothy quickly turned her head away, unable to meet his lecherous gaze. Tears of grief and indignation streamed down her face, falling onto her sacred bed.
Strolling
along the bustling streets, passing through the throngs of people, enjoying the pleasure of shopping, Elva sighed contentedly, suddenly realizing that he hadn't gone shopping in a long time.
Beside him was the innocent and beautiful Saint Dorothy Aquarius, dressed in the same commoner's clothes as him, her long, sea-blue hair fluttering in the wind, shimmering beautifully in the sunlight.
Today, the Aquarius Saintess, unable to bear the loneliness, came to the Taurus Palace and dragged him out for a stroll. To avoid being discovered, she even took out two beautiful dresses for herself and Elva to wear, and they happily ran out of the Saintess's Convent, wandering around the streets of the capital.
Although she had deliberately chosen commoners' clothes, they looked incredibly beautiful on her. The youthful vitality radiating from her was extremely alluring, making Elva almost want to pounce on her, to have his way with her right there in the street, to break her sacred hymen with his penis, and to penetrate her virgin honeyed passage.
Looking around at the passersby, Elva swallowed hard, pondering, "Raping the saint in the street is certainly creative, but unfortunately not very practical... How about we go to a side alley, pin her down on the dirty ground, and brutally rape her? Hmm, seems like there's an even better idea. Maybe we should stick to my original plan..." Just as he
was seriously considering his plan to rape the saint, the beautiful girl beside him suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Elsa, look how pretty this is!"
Elva snapped out of her reverie and stopped to look at the Aquarius Saintess. She saw the Saintess standing by a roadside stall, holding up the dazzling array of trinkets to herself, her face beaming with delight. Her long blue hair swayed gently in the breeze, radiating an innocent and romantic charm—truly a carefree and open-hearted young woman, captivating all who beheld her youthful beauty.
After a brief moment of distraction, Elva, still mesmerized by the Saintess's allure, smiled and gently told her, "Very beautiful. If you like it, buy it; consider it a gift from me."
"Elsa, you're so kind!" the Aquarius Saintess exclaimed excitedly, taking a seashell necklace and placing it around her neck. The beautiful necklace complemented her long, fair neck, exuding a captivating charm.
Although the jewelry was inexpensive, it looked exquisitely beautiful on this young woman. Her simple clothes made her appear like an ordinary girl, yet her beauty was so striking that passersby couldn't help but steal glances at her.
Elva, standing nearby, also attracted the same attention. Her pure and serene aura drew countless gazes, yet all who saw her felt inferior. Faced with such a holy maiden, no one dared to approach her.
Elva smiled calmly and paid the vendor. Her holy aura emanated effortlessly, filling the vendor with a profound sense of awe. He accepted the money with trembling hands, gazing at the pure white hand paying, yet not a single impure thought arose in his heart. In a daze, he felt as if he were facing the great messenger of the goddess of life. Watching the two holy maidens depart, he almost knelt down in gratitude.
After buying the few beautiful trinkets, Elva, holding the Aquarius Saintess's soft hand, continued their shopping.
After all, it was necessary to cultivate a good relationship with the Aquarius Saintess beforehand, to build rapport, so that when they finally made love to her, her resistance might be less intense.
Strolling along the leisurely streets, Elva suddenly spotted a clothing store with many beautiful dresses hanging outside, each exquisitely crafted and enough to attract any woman's attention.
The Aquarius Saintess cheered and ran towards the store, then turned back to grab Elva's hand, calling out eagerly in a cheerful voice, "Elsa, let's go see! There are so many beautiful clothes!"
Elva smiled and was pulled towards the store by her. Suddenly, his gaze flickered, and he saw a familiar figure appear in the distance.
It was the valiant and beautiful swordswoman Catherine, Prince Edward's most loyal subordinate, standing at the entrance of a small alley, quietly watching him, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes.
Since sending him to the Saintess Convent, Catherine had never appeared before him again, and Elva had almost forgotten about her. Seeing her suddenly appear in the alley of the capital city, he was quite surprised.
A fit and beautiful young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a light blue, tight-fitting swordsman's outfit, possessed a pretty face and a spirited air. Her long, sea-blue hair fluttered in the wind, just like the hair of the beautiful girl beside Elva.
After the initial shock, Elva quickly recovered, his eyes darting left and right, carefully checking if anyone was following or paying attention. After all, his secret as Prince Edward could not be exposed now.
Casually taking the Aquarius Saintess's slender hand, Elva strolled towards the clothing store, simultaneously giving Catherine a mysterious wink, signaling her to wait there and not approach.
The intelligent and quick-witted Catherine quickly understood his meaning, retreating slightly, shrinking into the alley, leaning against the wall, raising her hand to cover her lips, tears of excitement streaming down her face, splashing onto her high, full breasts.
In the clothing store, the Aquarius Saintess cheered with delight, picking up one beautiful dress after another and trying them on, her eyes sparkling.
However, the price of these clothes dimmed the light in her eyes. She put down the clothes, her pretty face showing disappointment, and her cherry lips pouting slightly.
This clothing store was newly opened, and the owner didn't recognize the two saintesses. Although he deeply respected Elva's holy and noble demeanor, he couldn't possibly give them the clothes for free, nor could he offer them credit, since this was their first time visiting the store.
The Aquarius saintess was currently very poor. Because of her love for beautiful clothes, she had spent almost all her money on them, acquiring a palace full of gorgeous garments. Now, seeing these exquisite clothes, she still couldn't resist buying them, but she had no money left.
Looking at her slightly pouting lips, so incredibly cute, Elva secretly swallowed, resisting the urge to immediately thrust his penis into her adorable mouth. He smiled gently and said, "My dear Acris, I just returned from the palace and received a reward from Her Majesty the Queen. She told me you like beautiful clothes, so she asked me to buy some for you. It just so happens that you like all the clothes in this shop, so please pick out as many as you like. Her Majesty the Queen's reward is very generous; it will certainly be enough."
"Really?" the Aquarius Saintess exclaimed in surprise, rushing forward to hug Elva, excitedly saying, "Elsa, you're so kind! And Her Majesty the Queen, I must go and thank her."
With her soft arms around his neck, her fragrance filling the air, Elva's penis, already throbbing in his abdomen, stirred again. He forcefully suppressed his desire, smiling as he gently embraced her warm, delicate body, patting her back lightly, his face filled with a pure and loving smile.
Upon hearing that Elva knew the Queen, the shop owner couldn't help but feel awe. Looking at the two young women's pure and noble bearing, he dared not ask any further questions, but simply called his wife to help the customer try on new clothes.
The Aquarius Saintess, like a happy little bird, ran around the shop, selecting one new dress after another, taking them to the back to try them on. She even kindly invited Elva to pick out a few more, which Elva politely declined with a smile.
He didn't care much for the young woman's clothes, and besides, he had other things on his mind, so he naturally couldn't accompany her on her shopping spree.
While the Aquarius Saintess was trying on new clothes in the back, Elva quietly slipped out of the clothing store, carefully checked the surroundings, and finding no one following him, headed towards the alley.
Standing under the secluded eaves, the beautiful swordswoman Catherine knelt on one knee before Elva, her voice trembling as she said, "Your Highness, I'm so glad to see you again!"
Elva carefully examined her. This beautiful swordswoman was still as valiant and captivating as ever, with a slender and athletic figure and a spirited air that made his eyes light up slightly. He longed to embrace this young and beautiful woman, to make love to her, to bring her to ecstasy, and to experience the greatest pleasure in life.
However, for the sake of business, Elva didn't mind waiting a little longer. He smiled and reached out to take Catherine's hand, gently pulling her up, and said tenderly, "Catherine, it's so good to see you. How have you been these days?"
The warmth from her hand quickly warmed Catherine's body, and a blush rose on her pretty face. A strange light appeared in her eyes as she looked at Elva.
Her heart pounded. Catherine raised her bright eyes and looked at Elva, suddenly realizing how incredibly handsome and charming the prince was, even in women's clothing, he possessed an irresistible allure.
Elva smiled, feeling immensely pleased with himself. Since receiving more of Saint Dorothy's holy power, he had discovered that not only could his penis act as an aphrodisiac, but even the touch of his hands could ignite female desire. He had experimented with this on his sex slaves many times these past few days, becoming increasingly adept at it.
Now, if he so desired, he could transmit desire through his hands, though the effect was far less potent than that of the Magic Lightning Dragon Spear, it still filled him with inexplicable excitement.
After a moment of distraction, Catherine blushed and took a step back, lowering her head slightly, and in a trembling voice, reported her work of the past few days to the prince.i=36>Ever since sending Elva to the Convent of the Holy Maiden, she has been wandering around, hiding from the pursuit of the puppet king's men.

Once the tension eased, Catherine began gathering intelligence and contacting her loyal followers who had also escaped the pursuit, actively working towards the restoration of her kingdom.
Within the kingdom, many families loyal to the royal family had been persecuted by the usurper, and their lives were far from easy. With Catherine's secret support, the warriors loyal to the old king gathered, hiding in the mountains, training diligently every day, hoping to one day storm the royal city and kill the usurper. However, warriors cannot function without a spiritual leader. Although they were diligently training and practicing combat under Catherine's guidance, the question of who would ascend the throne and rule the country after killing the usurper lingered in the minds of many warriors.
Catherine repeatedly assured them that His Highness the Prince was still alive, residing in a safe place, waiting for the opportune moment to lead them to defeat the usurper and reclaim their rule.
But after hearing this repeatedly, some warriors inevitably harbored doubts, which Catherine could sense even if they didn't voice them.
To boost morale, perhaps it was time for His Highness the Prince to make an appearance. Moreover, news had arrived that the Taurus Palace had chosen a new saintess, named Elsa!
Catherine was shocked upon hearing this news; she never dreamed that His Highness, having only recently entered the convent, had already been elevated to sainthood, leaving her utterly perplexed.
To rule out a name clash or a mistake, Catherine personally left the mountains to investigate. She had spies stationed near the convent, and guided by them, Catherine tracked him down and finally met Elsa.
Upon learning that Prince Edward had been favored by the goddess of life and was willing to temporarily assume the position of saintess of the Taurus Palace, Catherine was extremely surprised, yet also overjoyed. Although she didn't quite understand what was happening, she was still thrilled by this good news.
This was because the Taurus Palace, as one of the three warlike palaces, directly commanded a large army; if a restoration were desired, the help of these troops would make things much easier.
Elva pulled her along, hiding in an alley for a secret conversation. Due to time constraints, they could only quickly arrange a time and place for their next meeting before leaving her and quietly returning to the clothing store to avoid being noticed.
The Aquarius Saintess was still excitedly trying on new clothes, her love for beautiful garments making her forget everything, even unaware of Elva's departure and return.
Elva stood in a corner of the clothing store, quietly admiring her innocent and beautiful face, her lovely smile full of joy, and unconsciously smiled back.
Chapter Three:
The Fragrance of Roses. A beautiful courtyard, clear blue water in the lake, and a beautiful girl wearing a gladiolus crown in the pavilion in the center of the lake, created a wonderful picture.
A desolate atmosphere lingered in the pavilion, where the pure and beautiful Saintess Minnie sat quietly. Leaning against a pillar, her exquisite face was filled with an expression of expectation and disappointment.
She had waited for many days, but the elegant and mysterious beauty with whom she had made a secret appointment had not yet appeared. Unbeknownst to her, the poor Saintess Censer was currently lying weakly in bed, recovering from medication. In the days following her loss of virginity, Saintess Censer had been subjected to excessive force by Elva's thick penis, resulting in frequent ejaculation and damaging her health. She was unlikely to be able to get out of bed for her appointment anytime soon.
She should have sent someone to inform Saintess Minnie that she couldn't keep the appointment, but Saintess Censer had completely forgotten about it.
Or rather, she had almost forgotten about Saintess Minnie altogether. Originally, her approach to Minnie was solely for the sake of the Saintess Council's vote, though she also harbored lust for Minnie's body. However, the vote was no longer a major issue; her heart was now consumed by thoughts of Elva's large penis, sweetly reminiscing from morning till night about the exquisite pleasure of Elva's rough handling of her. She had forgotten the innocent girl who had already fallen for her. Pity
the naive Saintess Minnie; after numerous dates, her pure heart was imprinted with the image of Saintess Censer, and she waited each day for their secret rendezvous, only to be repeatedly heartbroken and disappointed.
Across the lake, in a secret artificial cave, a beautiful girl identical to Saintess Minnie was being embraced and kissed by Elva, panting and trembling as she received his caresses.
Elva smiled, gently holding the rose-like girl in his arms, lightly kissing her smooth cheeks, his hands gently caressing her body, stimulating her sensitive areas.
After upgrading the Demon Dragon Spear, his ability to arouse the saintess's desire greatly increased. His hands seemed to possess magic; every time he touched her body, that area would quickly heat up, radiating heat from within her icy, jade-like skin, making Saintess Guni's moans even more intense.
His tongue parted her soft cherry lips, pushed aside her smooth pearly teeth, and entered her sweet mouth, entwining with her delicate tongue in a sweet French kiss. Elva smiled as he sucked on the sweet saliva, one hand around her slender waist, the other caressing her jade-like arm and breasts, gently placing it on her breasts.
Even through her clothes, Saintess Guni could feel the heat from that hand. The trembling sensation transmitted from her hand to her tender, undeveloped breasts, causing her to tremble rapidly. Every cell in her breasts seemed to be screaming with ecstasy, expressing the intense pleasure they were experiencing.
"Mmm..." Saintess Gurney hummed softly, panting, her warm, fragrant breath brushing against Elva's face. Inhaling the heat of his breath, her body quickly went limp. If Elva hadn't been holding her slender waist, she would have collapsed to the ground.
Through her clothes, Elva gently kneaded her firm, elastic breasts, his arms wrapping around her from behind, holding her tightly in his embrace, enjoying the wonderful sensation of "soft, fragrant jade in his arms."
One hand held her, kneading her breasts, while the other quietly slid down, caressing her long, beautiful legs, gradually moving towards the mysterious area in the center, already touching the soft skin of her inner thigh through her clothes.
In the dizzying sensation of the sweet, passionate kiss, Saintess Gurney could no longer think or resist, only immersed in the exciting pleasure, her lips and tongue teasingly returning his kisses.
Suddenly, an intense stimulation surged from her lower body, permeating her entire being, like an electric current coursing through her flesh. Saintess Gurney couldn't help but scream with pleasure, but this scream was quickly silenced by Elva's lips, leaving only a soft, indistinct moan from her sweet little mouth.
Elva smiled happily, his eyes narrowed, his fingers gently caressing Saintess Gurney's tender vulva between her beautiful legs. Even through her clothes, he could feel the delicate smoothness of her petals, seemingly lubricated by a fluid. He knew it must be the nectar flowing from this noble maiden's body.
His fingers continued their work, transmitting the increasing aphrodisiac power through her clothes to her petals. His fingertips gently pressed against the tender flesh of her vulva, causing it to tremble violently under the stimulation of pleasure. Her untouched, delicate flower path involuntarily spasmed, gushing out waves of nectar in the ecstasy, soaking her pure and lovely panties.
Saintess Gurney's delicate body trembled violently. Her cherry lips kissed Elva's, and indistinct moans escaped her delicate nose. Her beautiful face flushed crimson, and she felt as if she were immersed in an endless sea, enduring the heatwave. Her mind was dizzy, and she could feel nothing but the blissful pleasure.
Elva embraced the beautiful girl, raised his head, and looked at her with interest. This noble saintess was clearly in the throes of orgasm. Her pure, honeyed passage gushed hot vaginal fluid from her trembling, blissful state, which could be felt even through her clothes.
His hand unceremoniously slipped inside her clothes, past her flat, smooth abdomen, until it reached her panties. The lovely panties were already soaked through. His fingers pressed against the tender flesh in the center of her petals, feeling the trembling, throbbing opening from which honey-like fluid gushed out. Holy power also flowed from her opening, transmitting through his fingers.
Although the holy power that entered her body was very weak, it still invigorated Elva, and her breathing became rapid. She began to undress her.
Inside the artificial cave, there was a stone table and benches. Saintess Guni's saintly robes were removed and laid on them. Elva placed her delicate body on the bench, her jade-like back against the stone table, her head tilted back, trembling and moaning, letting Elva do as she pleased.
Elva chuckled softly, removed her trousers, and knelt between her two slender jade legs, admiring her beautiful lower body with fascination.
Her legs were long and slender, every inch of skin as clear as jade, radiating a lustrous glow. And in the center of these perfect jade legs, the pink and tender garden attracted Elva's burning gaze.
The delicate petals were exposed before his eyes. He gently parted the petals with his fingers, revealing pink and tender flesh, looking delicate and alluring, still covered with crystal dewdrops, emitting a rose-like fragrance that reached Elva's nose.
Elva's nose involuntarily moved forward, gently touching her tender vulva, feeling the slippery touch of her nose, the sweet fragrance of roses intoxicating.
Above the petals, neat pubic hair grew at the bottom of her smooth, jade-like belly, but it was bright red, just like the color of her hair. This soft hair swayed slightly in the breeze, looking indescribably cute and alluring.
The noble and beautiful pure girl leaned her jade-like back against the stone table, tilting her head back, her bright red hair flying in the wind, exuding a captivating rose fragrance. And the rose crown on her head had also turned a vibrant red, telling of the "love" in her heart.
"How much of this love is for me, and how much is for her twin sister?" Elva wondered, but quickly put the question aside, turning to her infatuation with her perfect jade body.
The girl's purity and beauty, along with her holy and noble aura, made Elva willingly kneel between her legs. Facing the beautiful saintess, naked from the waist down, he trembled and leaned forward, his lips gently kissing her exquisite and alluring petals.
The sensation on his lips was smooth and delicate; sweet, fragrant nectar flowed from within her, staining his lips and trickling into his mouth, which he savored, swallowing with a smile.
His tongue emerged from his mouth, lightly licking the tender petals of her vulva. The pure and sweet flesh of her vulva trembled noticeably from the sudden stimulation, and more nectar flowed from her flower path, staining the tip of his gently licking tongue.
Saintess Guni tilted her head back, letting out a low moan, almost fainting from the overwhelming waves of pleasure. She could clearly feel the holy and beautiful Saintess Elsa kneeling between her legs, gently kissing and licking her garden, the intense stimulation driving her almost mad.
Elva's hands had already caressed her smooth, beautiful legs, moving towards her delicate buttocks, finally embracing and kneading them. His lips pressed hard against her tender vulva, enveloping the entire exquisite opening in his mouth. His tongue gently licked the tender flesh in the center of her petals, gradually increasing the pressure, excitedly feeling the honey-like secretions flowing from her vulva, sweet and delicious like rose nectar.
Excitedly sucking on the sweet nectar, Saintess Gurney was almost driven mad by Elva's superb tongue skills. Panting, she reached out and hugged his head tightly, her lower body involuntarily thrusting forward, her beautiful legs trembling and clamping together, pressing the tender flesh of her inner thighs tightly against his face, almost suffocating Elva between her legs.
As Elva drank his fill of her sweet nectar, Saintess Gurney reached her climax under his rapidly sweeping tongue, trembling and moaning. Hot, gushing vaginal fluid spurted from her beautiful petals, splashing onto Elva's lips and into his mouth, which he sucked hard, drinking it down with excited gulps.
The holy power emanating from his lips filled him with exhilaration. Absorbing Saintess Gurney's holy power, Elva's desire burned even brighter. He stood up, embracing her soft, slender body, his hand reaching for his trousers, ready to strip off his clothes and have his way with her.
"No, no!" Saintess Gurney trembled, tears of shame streaming from her beautiful eyes. She weakly pushed against his chest, trying to stop his next move.
Elva chuckled lewdly, using her movements as leverage, his hand slipping under her clothes, squeezing her tender breasts and kneading them wantonly. The smooth, delicate touch thrilled him. He lowered his head and kissed her fragrant lips, determined to devour her today. Even if he couldn't have a real, hardcore encounter, a lesbian experience would be quite enjoyable.
Saintess Guni could clearly feel his passionate kisses on her cherry lips, tasting her own juices on his tongue. She felt even more ashamed and embarrassed, pushing him away with her slender hands, but she wasn't as strong as him. She could only endure his further violation, tears of regret streaming down her face.
Although she had a vague understanding of sex, she vaguely guessed that what Elva was doing was like what Saintess Censer did to those poor girls.
She had always deeply abhorred Saintess Censer's actions. If she were to fall into that state, how could she face herself and her beloved sister?
Thinking of Saintess Minnie, tears streamed down her face, her hands involuntarily tightening around Elva's body. She didn't know which one held more weight in her heart at this moment.
Her long, flowing hair, tinged with a vibrant red, shimmered in the sunlight, billowing in the wind. For whom did the rose maiden's passion bloom? Even she herself couldn't be sure.
Just as waves of pleasure washed over her, almost succumbing to it all, the sound of footsteps jolted her awake. She gently shook Elva's shoulder, whispering in alarm, "Something's wrong! Someone's coming!"
The reason she noticed the approaching figure before Elva was because she shared a deep telepathic connection with the person walking towards them—her own sister, the Saintess Minnie.
Elva, too, snapped out of her sexual daze, raising her head to silently observe the approaching figure.
It was indeed the Gladiolus maiden, walking with heavy steps, her head bowed in dejection, slowly making her way towards the artificial hill. She seemed tired of waiting at the pavilion and wanted to rest in the hillside.
If she were to catch him and her sister in a clandestine tryst, it would be disastrous, potentially ruining his plans. Elva quickly stood up, pulled up his trousers, and his hands, like a whirlwind, roamed over the Rose Maiden's body, dressing her in an instant. He grabbed her saintly robe, picked her up, and rushed into the passageway within the artificial mountain.
Standing deep within the passage, the Rose Maiden gently bit her cherry lips, took the robe from his hands, put it on, tidied her disheveled hair, forcefully pushed him away, lifted her aching legs, and ran lightly towards another exit of the cave, disappearing from Elva's sight.
As she ran, her long, bright red hair swayed in the wind, as if telling of her heart's fear and passion.
Even though her body was already weak and limp, she still tried to run away, as if escaping the feelings in her heart, for she had discovered with horror that she seemed to have fallen in love with Saintess Elsa.
On the other side, the equally beautiful gladiolus girl had entered, her face filled with sorrow and desolation. She slumped onto a stone bench, staring blankly at the pavilion opposite.
At this time, it was impossible for Saintess Cen Se'er to be in that pavilion; she could only sit there quietly, savoring the sadness in her heart.
Beneath her, a few drops of honey lingered on the stone bench, faintly exuding the fragrance of roses, subtly staining her pure, soft saintess robe. Leaning
against the stone table, the gladiolus girl silently gazed at the clear, emerald-green lake water, a dark shadow already veiled her beautiful eyes.

"Ah, ah..." The spacious bedroom deepest within the Taurus Palace was filled with intense screams and moans. The former saintess of the Taurus Palace was now kneeling on the exquisite bed like a bitch, her snow-white buttocks raised high, shamelessly shaking herself in response to the vigorous thrusts of the young man behind her.
Elva, panting, embraced her sexy, mature, perfect body, his thick penis deeply inserted into her anus, her beautiful chrysanthemum bud stretched open by the large penis, the violent thrusting bringing intense pleasure to both of them.
Princess Qinana also knelt on the bed, leaning over Saintess Dorothy, smiling as she cupped her beautiful face in her hands and kissed her, her clear voice giggling, "So amazing! Your Highness can still moan so loudly even when being fucked from behind!"
Hearing this, Saintess Dorothy, immersed in sexual pleasure, was filled with shame, tears welling in her eyes. But the magic dragon spear deeply inserted into her rear passage was radiating a powerful aphrodisiac force, transmitting through her anus to her body, making her feel hot all over. Waves of pleasure surged with each thrust, almost irresistible. Even with her desperate attempts to endure, she couldn't stop herself from letting out intense moans and gasps.
Elva was fiercely fucking the beautiful saintess in the "rear-entry" position. His penis felt incredibly pleasurable being gripped by her extremely tight anus. He laughed excitedly, his hands still grabbing the exquisite body of a beautiful young girl beside him, caressing and kneading it wantonly. He even inserted his fingers into her tender honey hole, thrusting rapidly inside. Hearing her melodious moans echoing in the room, he felt even more delighted.
That was the pure and kind Princess Cecilia, who was now lying naked beside Saint Dorothy, enduring Elva's finger rape. Although tears streamed down her beautiful eyes, she couldn't help but moan intensely. Her slender arms trembled as she hugged Saint Dorothy's jade body, her delicate body shaking uncontrollably.
These past few days, she had endured numerous assaults from Elva's demonic hands. Those hands, brimming with exciting power, could make her moan uncontrollably at the mere touch of her breasts. Despite her shame, she couldn't resist yielding to Elva, adding much pleasure to their intimate moments.
Like now, despite her efforts to suppress it, she couldn't help but scream loudly, begging Elva to have his way with her. Her cries were melodious and sweet, filled with sorrow and pain, softening Elva's heart. His hand thrust and rubbed forcefully into Princess Cecilia's tender orifice, the speed increasing.
His other hand gripped Saintess Dorothy's delicate buttocks tightly, he took a deep breath, unleashing the aphrodisiac power of his magic dragon spear to its peak, his hips swinging rapidly back and forth, violently impacting Saintess Dorothy's perfect body. His
thick penis thrust rapidly in and out of her anus, rubbing it until it felt like it was on fire. An intense, overwhelming stimulation surged through her like a tidal wave, causing Saint Dorothy to scream and moan hoarsely, desperately twisting her jade-like buttocks and grinding backward. Ultimately, she was overwhelmed by the pleasure, her body trembling violently as she reached her climax, gushing forth copious amounts of nectar from her beautiful orifice, splashing it onto Elva's penis and testicles.
Holy power surged from her anus, flowing into the surface of the Demonic Dragon Spear, increasing Elva's strength. Elva tilted his head back, enjoying the exquisite pleasure, feeling the intense spasms and tremors of his anus, squeezing his penis. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and reached his climax, his penis throbbing violently as he ejaculated, shooting scalding semen deep into Saint Dorothy's jade-like body.
His fingers, convulsing, plunged into Princess Cecilia's tender vulva, reaching its deepest point, vigorously digging into the delicate walls of her flower path. A surge of aphrodisiac power erupted at that moment, causing Princess Cecilia to scream and groan loudly. Her pure, flawless body trembled violently, her legs desperately clamping his demonic hand as she cried out in ecstasy at reaching a blissful climax.
When the last drop of semen had been ejaculated into the great Saintess Dorothy, Elva, panting and smiling, pulled his penis from her swollen anus, turned her over, and shoved his wet penis into her mouth, ordering her to lick and swallow the semen.
Despite wanting to refuse this cruel command, the pent-up lust within her body compelled Saintess Dorothy to involuntarily lick and suck, swallowing every drop of semen with tears streaming down her face.
Looking down at her exquisitely beautiful face, Elva smiled happily.
These past few days, he had been using aphrodisiacs to make her body more sensitive. After the upgrade of the Magic Dragon Spear, she was even more unable to resist its powerful aphrodisiac effect, experiencing multiple orgasms and crying from his penetration. Even this time, he managed to bring her to orgasm through anal penetration, demonstrating just how sensitive and thirsty her body was.
Beside her, Princess Qinana was still affectionately embracing and kissing her, whispering teasingly in her ear, letting her know how wanton a woman could be when orgasmed through anal penetration was. This caused Saintess Dorose to weep silently, her moist cherry lips sucking on the limp penis.
Elva's gaze fell on her smooth jade back, where the enormous angel wings were gently flapping, and several pure white feathers were gradually turning black.
This had been the routine these past few days; every time she orgasmed from his penetration, a few white feathers would turn black. Elva believed that given enough time, one day she would completely fall, becoming the most loyal succubus beneath him.
The licked-clean penis was withdrawn from her cherry-like mouth. With the help of the softly sobbing Princess Cecilia, Elva dressed, preparing to go outside for her appointment with Catherine.
As she donned the robes and the crown symbolizing supreme power, Elva's aura became holy and noble, inspiring awe.
Standing by the bed, a holy smile on her face, Elva slowly extended her noble hand, grasped Saintess Dorothy's jade hand, and placed it on her swollen, red petals. In a warm, gentle voice, she commanded with majesty, "Saintess Dorothy, now please masturbate!"
In
the narrow valley, strong warriors stood in tight formations, heads raised, gazing ahead with insatiable excitement.
On a high rock stood a handsome young man and a valiant and beautiful female swordswoman.
The young man was dressed in the finest and newest princely attire, the clothes fitting him perfectly. His noble bearing was that of a born royalty, impossible to imitate.
A gentle breeze stirred, causing his robes to rustle softly. Standing in the wind, Elva smiled, his handsome face radiating irresistible charm, inspiring awe in the loyal warriors.
Elva now appeared as a valiant warrior, strong and powerful, exuding the chilling aura of battle, a far cry from the serene and gentle demeanor he possessed at the Saintess's Convent.
This was the effect of an illusion he had cast upon himself; a small alteration that imbued him with masculine vigor, coupled with the small mustache on his lips, made him the epitome of manhood. Even the nuns of the Saintess's Convent would never recognize him as the holy and devout Saintess Elsa.
Standing atop a high rock, Elwar shouted to his men in a clear, melodious voice, "Loyal warriors, on behalf of the royal family, I thank you! It is your loyalty and courage that have protected our country and given us the strength to rebuild it!"
The soldiers in the valley cheered loudly. They were the most loyal warriors to the former royal family, having received their favors for generations. They deeply resented the rebellious actions of the Er family and were determined to eradicate them and restore the old monarchy.
Many nobles already secretly supported them, and now, the most esteemed Prince Edward had appeared before them, filling them with immense joy. With this prince of noble lineage leading the way, their restoration would be perfectly legitimate, and they would surely gain even more support from other families, completely overthrowing the Er family's rule!
The Prince Edward before them was handsome and refined, exuding a strong masculine charm. He was clearly a powerful warrior, and the surging battle prowess he possessed secretly terrified many high-ranking warriors, yet they couldn't suppress their inner elation.
With such an excellent and powerful prince leading them in battle, they were sure to completely annihilate the hateful Er family!
Their confidence swelled rapidly. Elwar shouted loudly to his subordinates, the power of mental magic transmitting through his voice into their hearts, causing them to cheer excitedly, their eyes blazing with intense fire, wishing they could storm the capital right now and slaughter every member of the Er family, men, women, and children—leaving no one unscathed!
Behind Elwar, the beautiful swordswoman Catherine's cherry lips parted slightly, her eyes gleaming as she gazed at Elwar's back.
After many days apart, Prince Edward, who had returned from his campaign against the northern neighboring country, had become so handsome and charming. His strong masculine charm stirred her heart, which had remained calm for so many years. Silently watching his tall and imposing figure, her womanly heart gradually sank into a beautiful dream.
Chapter Four: The Five Saints' Gathering.
In the valley, tens of thousands of powerful warriors roared in unison, brandishing their swords and making synchronized slashing motions, their movements perfectly coordinated and incredibly powerful.
Since hiding in these deep mountains, these warriors, under Catherine's leadership, had been undergoing rigorous training, always ready to charge out and fight to the death against the usurping, rebellious family.
Elwar's arrival further boosted their confidence, making their training even more spirited. They roared as they practiced their combat techniques, filling the entire valley with a fervent atmosphere.
Elwar stood on high ground, smiling as he surveyed his subordinates, pleased with their training results.
Just moments before, he had refined the swordsmanship he learned from the Lion Palace Saintess, incorporating his own combat experience to create ten commonly used combat moves, which he then taught to his men. Mastering these moves would undoubtedly be invaluable in battle.
In this secret base near the capital, there were tens of thousands of subordinates. In other parts of the kingdom, there are other bases, also housing many loyal followers. If a restoration war were to truly break out, these long-pent-up troops would unleash a ferocious attack, inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy.
While these troops alone would find it difficult to destroy the Er family and reclaim the throne, the combined strength of the armies of the Lion Palace and the Taurus Palace would be sufficient. However, the formidable Taurus army is currently under the leadership of the Archer Palace Saintess, fighting alongside her archer cavalry in the northern Kingdom of De against the enemy, and has not yet been handed over to her.
But now that she has officially assumed the position of Taurus Palace Saintess, Archer Palace Saintess Sagittarius has no excuse to hold onto leadership of the Taurus army for long. Intelligence indicates that the army of the Kingdom of Xinu has been defeated, and Saintess Sagittarius will soon lead her army to the enemy camp. Only then, with leadership of the Taurus army, will she have sufficient leverage to launch a coup!
In the base's command center, Elva and Catherine had a long talk, revising the future training plan and instructing her to recruit more soldiers to strengthen their forces.
The funds for these soldiers' vehicles had always come from the old royal family's secret reserves and the clandestine support of nobles loyal to the former king, so they weren't exactly plentiful. Elva generously provided a large sum of money to support this righteous cause; after all, this money had been plundered from the Kingdom of De in the north, and using it for these soldiers was a legitimate way to secure his own throne.
After the long talk, Elva couldn't linger, lest his absence from the Saintess's Convent be discovered. He quietly left the base, his mouth watering as he rode away, longing for Catherine.
Although he didn't take Catherine as his concubine, it wasn't that Elva wasn't interested in her; rather, he had to prioritize the greater good. The rebellion was at a crucial juncture, and hastily changing their past relationship might backfire.
Currently, Catherine remains loyal to him, working tirelessly to help him reclaim the throne. This situation is good, and there's no need to change it to avoid problems. Even if he were to want to sleep with her in the future, he should at least wait until the situation is stable and there's no need to worry about problems before injuring her. Otherwise, with her lower body torn now, she might be unable to move easily in a sudden battle, even riding a horse would be a problem.
Elva secretly admired his foresight and perfect strategy, happily spurring his horse across the plains outside the valley, galloping towards the Convent of the Virgin
Mary. There, he would secretly change into the Virgin Mary's robes in one of the houses he controlled outside the convent, and when he returned to the convent, he would once again be a pure and noble saint, and no one would know that he had any relationship with Prince Edward. In the deepest part of the majestic and pure palace of
Aries
, in a private bedroom, two beautiful young women were excitedly trying on exquisite clothes, laughing heartily.
The beautiful young woman with sea-blue hair appeared to be only eighteen or nineteen years old; her slender figure radiated youthful vitality, and her joyful smile was captivating. Beside her, a slightly younger silver-haired girl smiled quietly, a hint of shyness on her delicate and pure face.
These were the two saintesses of Aries and Aquarius, trying on their beautiful new clothes.
The walls were covered with beautiful and exquisite garments, collected by Elva's men and delivered to the Aries saintess's room. She had also invited the Aquarius saintess to try on the new clothes as well.
The Aquarius Saintess never had too many beautiful clothes. Upon receiving the Aries Saintess's invitation, she rushed over excitedly, pulling the shyly smiling Aries Saintess along to try them on. Overwhelmed with excitement by the beautiful new outfits, she couldn't help but sing and dance, her face filled with an innocent and carefree smile.
Each new dress delighted her. She joyfully removed her saintly robes, changing into one new dress after another, admiring herself in the mirror, singing beautiful songs with her clear and melodious voice to express her joy.
When footsteps sounded outside the door, she changed into a vibrant green dress, adorned with sparkling jewels and sequins that shimmered in the sunlight streaming in from the window, exuding a captivating charm.
These beautiful new clothes made the Aquarius Saintess appear incredibly beautiful and radiant, her youthful energy bursting forth, filling the entire bedroom with a joyful, spring-like atmosphere.
Wearing this exquisite long dress, the Aquarius Saintess danced joyfully in front of the mirror. Her light and graceful body moved with elegant movements, beautiful and graceful, yet also incredibly lively and adorable.
The door was gently pushed open, and Elva, holding the Libra Saintess's hand, stepped into the room. Suddenly seeing this scene, he was momentarily stunned.
Just like when he first met her, the Aquarius Saintess was still so beautiful and charming, innocent and carefree. To find such a lively and lovely girl in this strictly disciplined convent, still retaining such a pure and unadorned heart, was truly a rare treasure. It was a pity that this young girl was about to be seduced by him, filling his heart with a sense of melancholy, a feeling that life is but a dream.
The Libra Saintess's beautiful face wore a charming, faint smile, but her gaze towards the Aquarius Saintess contained a hint of jealousy. She herself was already covered in filth, having been penetrated countless times by men's penises, every part of her body sprayed with men's semen, while this still pure Aquarius Saintess was laughing happily, seemingly carefree. This made the Libra Saintess grit her teeth inwardly, a dark emotion welling up within her.
If she wanted to avoid envying her holiness and purity, she would have to make her as filthy and depraved as herself. The Libra Saintess gently gritted her teeth, a gentle smile on her face, and stepped forward to speak with the Aquarius Saintess, casually discussing her recent cultivation.
The Aquarius Saintess excitedly chatted with the two entering saintesses, looking up at the dazzling array of new clothes on the wall, her clear, bright eyes shining with a dazed light.
The Libra Saintess wasn't particularly interested in the new clothes. She simply pulled the Aquarius Saintess aside, smiling and chatting casually, saying, "A few days ago, I discovered a cultivation method in a secret text that can improve one's figure and skin. Wearing these new clothes will make one even more beautiful..."
The Aquarius Saintess's eyes immediately lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly, "If such a cultivation method really exists, that's wonderful! I must learn it and teach my sisters in the palace so they can all cultivate it too, improve their skin and figures, and then wear these beautiful clothes..." "Your new clothes look even better!"
Elva smiled holyly, then said seriously, "Absolutely right. I've been practicing that method for a long time, and I've already forged a sacred artifact. And look at my skin, isn't it much better than before?"
He handed his hand to the Aquarius Saintess, letting her grasp and admire it, clicking his tongue in amazement, "Saintess Elsa, your skin is so delicate, as white as milk! Is it really that effective? I want to learn this cultivation method too!"
Elva smiled kindly, "And, learning..." After mastering this cultivation method, one's understanding of professional knowledge in fashion design will be enhanced. One might even be able to create beautiful new clothes out of thin air using the holy power bestowed by the Goddess of Life. They would look incredibly good on one; you can imagine the feeling of wearing a garment called a divine artifact…”
The Aquarius Saintess gaped, her beautiful face filled with a dazed expression. Her cherry-like lips were practically drooling. Her slender hands tightly gripped Elsa's, and she cried out in a trembling voice, filled with anticipation and longing, “I want to learn! I want to learn! Good Elsa!” "Please teach me, okay?"
The aunt and niece standing nearby couldn't help but show dark lines on their faces: "This Holy Maiden is too naive and innocent. She can't even tell such an obvious lie."
Even the Aries Holy Maiden, who was just as pure and kind, had been tricked into bed by Elva many times with lies during her time with him, and had undergone countless shameful sexual experiments. Now, she was somewhat immune to Elva's lies. Seeing the Aquarius Holy Maiden, who was as pure as crystal as she had been back then, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and tears were about to flow.
Elva smiled and embraced the Aquarius Saintess, enjoying the intoxicating feeling of her warm, soft body against his chest. He gently patted her back and smiled kindly, "Alright, alright, we'll teach you now. We'll all teach you together, won't we?"
He glanced threateningly at the tearful Aries Saintess, making the poor girl tremble slightly. She hurriedly replied, "Yes, Her Highness Elsa is right, we will definitely..."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.
The door opened with a soft creak, and a tall, beautiful young woman stood before it, a mysterious smile playing on her perfectly sculpted face. She said leisurely, "What a coincidence, all of you saintesses are here..."
The Aquarius Saintess looked up, surprised to see Saintess Censer after so many days, and exclaimed excitedly, "Saintess Censer, where have you been? I had several new clothes I wanted to give you, but I couldn't find you!"
Seeing that this innocent and carefree girl showed no prejudice against Saintess Censer, clearly not understanding what crime she had committed, Elva felt relieved and smiled, saying, "Saintess Censer has been diligently practicing that method these past few days. Don't you see how much more beautiful she is now?"
The Aquarius Saintess stared wide-eyed at Saintess Censer, indeed finding her radiating a powerful charm, a beauty that was intoxicating. Even as a woman, she couldn't help but be captivated by that strange beauty.
Elva turned around, admiring Saintess Censer's otherworldly beauty. He was immensely proud of the effects of his Demonic Dragon Spear and Golden Semen, and chuckled smugly, "See? I didn't lie to you. However, she's overworked from cultivation and needs treatment..."
"I'll do it!" Saintess Aquarius exclaimed eagerly, inviting Saintess Censer to sit on the bed. She closed her beautiful eyes slightly and began chanting the healing incantation.
A holy aura emanated from her slender body, causing her long, crystalline, sea-blue hair to flutter and dance in the air. A pure white orb appeared in the center of her delicate hand, radiating a holy white light that made the young girl appear supremely beautiful and holy.
The sun-like orb, following her movements, slowly advanced into Saintess Censer's body, invigorating her spirit and filling her with a surge of desire.
Looking at the pure and beautiful Aquarius Saintess, Elva secretly swallowed, reached out and took her slender hand, smiling, "The cultivation method I just mentioned works better when many saintesses practice together. There happen to be four saintesses here now, let's practice together!"
A look of doubt appeared on the Aquarius Saintess's beautiful face. She counted on her fingers, puzzled, and said, "There seem to be five people, Elsa. You seem to have miscounted!"
"Ha, ha, I've been practicing too intensely lately, my mind's a little muddled," Elva chuckled dryly, thinking, "Oh no, I forgot I'm a saintess myself now."

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