The Convent of Saintess, Episodes 1-5 (26 episodes total) Author: Wind Howling

*The Convent of the Virgin*

Author: Feng Zhongxiao
Publisher: Xianchuang Culture

Volume 1: The Male Nun Prologue

Foreword:

—He will desecrate purity.

"I like reading erotic novels..." Lying on the bed, Elva thought to herself, panting as she quickened her pace. Her mind, increasingly hazy with excitement, drifted into a daze, yet her left hand still gripped the book tightly, her eyes fixed on the words.

She was so old, and she'd never had a girlfriend, nor much money in her pocket. Besides reading erotic novels and masturbating, what other way was there to satisfy her sexual desires?

This world was ruled by the powerful and wealthy. They could indulge in all sorts of beautiful women and commit all kinds of depraved acts, but they never cared how the weak could release their pent-up sexual desires. Some inherently despicable individuals even found various reasons to suppress the normal desires of young people, placing all the blame on the weak, as if having sexual desires after reaching puberty was a young person's fault.

To avoid living a repressed life, boys with means can spend money to pick up girls, but for boys like Elva, who are neither rich nor handsome, this is the only path they have.

On the floor in front of his bed lies a disassembled electrical outlet. Because the outlet is broken, and Elva wants to stay up late reading, he's taken it apart, placed it on the floor, plugged in the lamp, and is making do with that.

The book in his hands tells a story set in a monastery filled with beautiful girls. There, the protagonist can defile purity, freely toying with those pure and beautiful girls, doing whatever he pleases.

As an ambitious Eastern boy, Elva has always been fond of Western girls, whether blonde, black-haired, brown-haired, or red-haired, he wants to sleep with them all. But fate is unfair; to this day, he hasn't met a single kind Western beauty willing to let him have his way, not even an ugly Eastern woman. So, he remains a virgin, a virgin who makes a living by masturbation. He could only satisfy his fantasies by immersing himself in novels like these.

Outside the window, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Alva quickly clasped his hands together, holding the book, silently praying and making a sincere wish.

Although masturbating while reading novels was pleasurable, the urge to urinate still interfered with his mood. Finally, Alva couldn't bear the throbbing pain in his lower abdomen, reluctantly putting down the novel and getting out of bed to go to the toilet.

Patches of white liquid covered the floor; it was because the novel was so captivating that Alva hadn't been able to resist masturbating several times, splashing onto the ground and leaving large patches of white, viscous liquid.

Alvart, pale and unsteady from excessive masturbation, and desperately needing to urinate, jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran to the toilet. He'd only taken a couple of steps when his foot slipped on his own chicken soup, causing him to fall forward. Unfortunately, the disassembled electrical outlet was right below his abdomen. As he fell, his penis was plugged into the outlet, instantly sending a powerful, unusual sensation through him.

His body trembled violently, his buttocks bouncing upwards like springs. His penis hissed and sparked, dancing like a turkey.

Alvart lay on the floor, his face turned to the side, his lifeless eyes fixed on the window and the shooting star streaking across the sky.

Before losing consciousness, his last thought was, "The newspaper said shooting is bad for your health, and it turns out it's true."

The bedside lamp flickered violently, illuminating the cover of the book on the bed and the large print: *The Convent of Saints*! Volume

The Male Nun, Chapter One: True or False Beauty.

Elva stood in the center of the room, staring blankly at the figure in the mirror, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

In his eyes, he could clearly see a beautiful young woman before him, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with short, jet-black hair and a pure, pretty face. She wore a long dress, seemingly in the style of old Europe.

The young woman exuded an air of nobility and elegance; her breasts were high and full, and her face was beautiful—absolutely a top-tier beauty. If it were before, Elva would have drooled and secretly fantasized about her.

…If only it weren't him…

Elva dragged his stiff steps, stumbling over to the dressing table. He reached out a trembling hand to touch the mirror; it was cold to the touch, undoubtedly a large mirror.

In the mirror, a girl was also reaching out, making the same gesture as Elva, her face clearly showing fear and shock.

Elva pressed his hand to the mirror, looking down at his prominent breasts, almost bursting into tears from the pain.

So, what that book said was true…

He had once read a novel about a young man who, engrossed in reading for several nights in a row, finally died from exhaustion. After being reincarnated, he found his soul possessed by a eunuch, enduring the whippings and enslavement of the imperial concubines in an ancient palace.

As a modern young man of the 21st century, Elva had always scoffed at such fantasy stories. Although he enjoyed reading fantasy novels, he never believed that what they described was real.

Now, he was finally getting his comeuppance. After enthusiastically reading the novel for several days, he suffered the same fate as the protagonist—electrocerated to death. Upon waking, he found himself in an ancient-smelling room. As he struggled to sit up, he saw a beautiful girl reflected in the mirror, but it was actually his own image.

Being reincarnated into another world wasn't unusual; many novels had precedents. But being reincarnated as a woman was utterly tragic. The thought of being violated by a man made Elva tremble with nausea; he wished he were dead.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He keenly noticed a faint Adam's apple on the girl's jade-like neck in the mirror. A woman shouldn't have such a thing, right?

Or perhaps all women in this world have Adam's apples? Or maybe the girl he had reincarnated into was originally a man, now dressed as a woman?

This thought made Elva tremble with excitement. He quickly lifted his skirt, reached into his underwear, and touched himself, hoping to resolve his doubts.

He felt nothing.

Elva frantically searched his crotch several times, but still couldn't find anything. This was completely different from the feeling he used to get when masturbating. The fact that he

couldn't find anything said it all. Elva's vision went black, and he collapsed limply to the ground, unconscious.

In the dimly lit hotel room, the slender, beautiful young woman lay quietly on the floor, her eyes tightly closed, as if she had already lost all life. This poignant scene was so heartbreaking.

In his unconscious state, Elva's mind replayed his short life.

He lived on Earth in the 21st century, and like other young men, he dreamed of a stunningly beautiful woman falling in love with him, having a romantic relationship, and then spending sweet moments together doing the things everyone loves.

But reality cruelly shattered his dreams. An ordinary young man like him, poor and not handsome, wouldn't even be considered attractive by a typical ugly duckling, let alone a supermodel. Moreover, as a poor man, he couldn't even afford a one-night stand, so he remained a pathetic virgin until his death.

Now, one of the wishes he made to a shooting star had finally come true: he had become very handsome. This was extremely advantageous for picking up girls, but his body had become female. Even if he did manage to pick up a girl, what would he enjoy it with? Two beautiful women engaging in lesbian relations?

After a long while, Elva finally awoke, trembling as he reached down, groping through her skirt, but still couldn't find what he wanted. His vision went black again, and he almost fainted.

But then he suddenly thought that if a beautiful girl like him were seen lying on the ground, she might suffer the consequences of being defiled. So, Elva gritted his teeth, refusing to faint, lest someone take advantage of him.

One must be strong! Alva mentally recited the earnest teachings of his school teachers, bravely scrambling to his feet. Leaning against the dressing table, he surveyed the room, trying to figure out where he was and who he was.
The furniture was old and simple, but its style was completely different from anything Alva was used to; it looked like medieval European furniture.

He dragged his stiff body, stumbling to the window, opened it, and looked outside.

The window faced the street, bustling with people. The people looked European, with brightly colored hair, and the buildings resembled those of medieval Europe.

Below the window, at the entrance of the building, was a large sign. Because it was placed at an angle, he could barely make out the words "Hotel [Name]".

It was a very strange script, unlike German, French, or English, and certainly not Chinese. Alva was certain he had never seen such a strange script before.

But what was even stranger was that he could recognize the characters, and they seemed very familiar to him. If he were to write them, he could easily produce a whole bunch of these strange characters.

This was probably a remnant of the memories left in the body possessed by his soul! Elva smiled bitterly. Although he didn't remember anything about this body's past, this gift she left him would probably help him survive better in this world.

He turned around, slowly walked back to the dressing table, and sat down, like a lady, silently lost in thought.

Now he was almost certain that he had been reincarnated after death, arriving in another world, possessing the body of a girl, and this girl was very beautiful, just like the girl in his dreams.

Looking at the girl in the mirror, Elva unconsciously raised his hand and stroked his cheek and body.

An undisguised pain mixed with excitement rose in his eyes, because this was the first time he had touched a girl's body, only it was his own.

"It seems wishing upon a shooting star really works! I used to stand in the wilderness every night wishing upon a shooting star, hoping to touch a beautiful girl's body, and now my wish has come true!" Elva's eyes began to moisten, as if he were about to cry from emotion, or perhaps from unbearable pain.

Humans' adaptability is so strong that even cockroaches would be ashamed. In his extreme pain, Elva decided to find some amusement and began to enjoy his meal.

He had read some transmigration novels before, and he always felt that those books were unrealistic. Because a pure young man like him, after becoming a woman, once the pain and fear subsided slightly, would inevitably become curious and explore the mysteries of the female body, even using his hands on this perfect female body to satisfy the sexual desire aroused by seeing a beautiful woman for the first time.

His hands trembled as he reached for his body, unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his chest, then lowered his head, widened his eyes, hoping to see with his own eyes the female breasts he had only seen in computer pictures before.

But perhaps his luck was just bad, for this time he was met with disappointment once again.

His chest was flat, like an airport runway, and apart from being slightly more muscular than before, it completely lacked the breasts he had longed for.

Elva jumped up in anger, almost bursting his stomach. Being a woman without breasts? Wasn't that blatant misrepresentation?

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically. He touched his chest in disbelief, then pinched it hard a couple of times, finally confirming that he was a monster with a man's upper body and a woman's lower body.

His face turned pale, and he thought in terror, "What is this? A transvestite?"

Coming to this other world, what was even harder to accept than becoming a woman was becoming a transvestite. Looking at his flat chest, Elva finally tilted his head and promptly fainted.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard anxious calls. Elva finally awoke, unable to hold back his sorrowful tears.

For a psychologically normal teenager, being a man is his duty; being a woman is a disaster; and being a transvestite is worse than death! A

surge of intense grief and indignation welled up within him. Elva braced himself, about to smash his head against the wall to die, hoping to be reborn as a pure man in his next life. Suddenly, a clear voice rang in his ears: "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Elva froze, turning his head to stare blankly at the beautiful woman who was holding him tightly. He said softly, "You've got the wrong name. Shouldn't you call me Princess?"

The woman beside him wore a light blue, tight-fitting outfit, which Elva thought was a swordsman's uniform. Her hair was also sea-blue, and she possessed a beautiful face and a spirited air about her.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with a great figure—slender, alluring, and incredibly fit, exuding a powerful aura. This beautiful woman with sea-blue hair knelt on the ground, tears welling in her eyes, and clung to him tightly, crying out in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, you've finally woken up! That's wonderful!"

She hugged Elva tightly, burying her face in his neck, tears streaming from her beautiful eyes, soaking Elva's clothes and flowing down his flat chest.

Elva was stunned. It was the first time in his life that a girl had been so intimate with him, but the thought of losing his source of pleasure filled him with a bittersweet mix of emotions, with sorrow definitely outweighing the joy.

After a long while, he asked softly, "You called me by the wrong name, didn't you? Or perhaps you meant to call me 'Princess'?"

The beautiful swordswoman's face showed a look of horror, and she cried out in shock and a low voice, "Your Highness, how could you think that? You're just a man dressed as a woman, why would you want to be a princess?"

Elva's heart skipped a beat, then calmed down, and he said with a wry smile, "Don't try to fool me anymore. Feel here, what man is like this?"

He took the beautiful swordswoman's hand and led her to his crotch, where it was empty, nothing there.

He tightly grasped the beauty's soft hand, pressing it between his empty legs, feeling her gentle hand touching his genitals, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

The beautiful swordswoman froze, her face turning as red as if it were about to bleed. After a long while, she let out a scream, quickly pulling her hand back, and whispered in a shrill voice, "Your Highness, you've shrunk! Have you forgotten?"

A fierce light suddenly blazed in Elva's eyes, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw. He tightly embraced her soft, delicate body and cried out, "Tell me quickly, what happened? And why did you call me Prince?"

The beautiful swordswoman quickly covered his mouth, saying in alarm, "Your Highness, don't shout so loudly! Have you forgotten? Or are you suffering from amnesia due to your head injury?"

Amnesia was an indispensable remedy for young souls transferred to another world. Elva quickly seized this opportunity, nodding hastily and urging the beautiful swordswoman to recount his past experiences.

The beautiful swordswoman, too preoccupied with his urging to grieve for his amnesia, was overwhelmed by his nagging. Coupled with her loyalty to the royal family, she hurriedly recounted everything Elva wanted to know.

Elva listened excitedly, gradually understanding his current predicament.

He was currently on a vast continent with many countries. His country was the Kingdom of Saint Anne, one of the most powerful. The body he had inhabited belonged to Prince Edward of Saint Anne, and his current situation was solely due to practicing the Yang Shrinking Technique.

As a prince, he naturally had many beautiful maids serving him, providing ample opportunity for him to take advantage of others. However, before Edward could even rejoice, he was dealt a heavy blow by the beautiful swordswoman's next words!

A prince may be a prince, but a fallen phoenix is worse than a chicken; a prince whose kingdom has been usurped is even less than an ordinary citizen.

Prince Edward's father, King Louis, was murdered by a traitor a month ago, and the entire country fell into the traitor's hands. The prince himself was rescued from the palace by his loyal subordinates who fought desperately, and he was now hiding, evading the traitor's pursuit. After

ascending the throne, the traitor ordered his men to search everywhere for the prince's whereabouts. To avoid detection, the prince's subordinates had no choice but to dress him as a woman to evade the omnipresent eyes and ears of the false king.

They went to great lengths to make him appear more like a young girl, and the previously prominent breasts were actually padded with stuffing inside his clothing; once the clothes were removed, the padding was useless.

However, the false king's henchmen were relentlessly pursuing them, and there was nowhere left for them to hide in the entire kingdom. For the prince's safety, his two most loyal subordinates were forced to devise a plan: to have the prince truly become a woman and infiltrate the convent of the Virgin Mary, thus ensuring his safety.

One of these loyal subordinates was the beautiful swordswoman named Catherine. The other was a great sorceress, well-versed in illusion and magic.

Prince Edward's physical transformation was her doing; she used a yin-yang spell on him, causing his penis to shrink, which would recover in about a year. As for his upper body not resembling a woman's, there was no way to fix that; they would have to claim it was due to underdevelopment, hoping to deceive the nuns who knew nothing about men.

Elva finally breathed a sigh of relief. Being a woman for a year was difficult, but there was always hope for redemption, far better than being caught and killed. Besides, pretending to be a young girl in the convent would surely provide plenty of eye-catching sights, which was absolutely thrilling for Elva, who had never seen a real woman's body before!

Although the place he was hiding was nominally just a convent, it was actually the spiritual pillar and the place of high faith for the entire Kingdom of Saint Anne.

The vast majority of people in the Kingdom of Saint Anne worshipped the Goddess of Life. Furthermore, many people in other countries on the continent were also followers of the Goddess of Life, but this was especially evident in the Kingdom of Saint Anne.

Legend has it that at the founding of the kingdom, a great saintess who revered the Goddess of Life helped the then-king defeat his enemies and establish the country. To thank this holy saintess of light, the king helped her build this convent, where the Goddess of Life was enshrined, and the worship of the Goddess of Life was established as the state religion. The

nuns in the convent were all followers of the Goddess of Life, and many of them possessed various powerful and strange abilities. With their support, other countries dared not easily attack the Kingdom of Saint Anne.

Prince Edward's father was murdered by a traitor because he lacked the support of the Convent of St. Mary's, leading to the fall of the kingdom into the hands of rebels.

This false king, ironically, came from a noble family; his grandfather was King Lille a century earlier. However, after Lille's death, Edward's grandfather led an army to overthrow their family's rule and became the new king. While the Convent of St. Mary's tacitly accepted this, it had never been particularly welcoming to the Edward family. When the Lille family launched their rebellion, the Convent simply ignored it. After King Louis's assassination, they even declared their support for the Lille family, which quelled the opposition from various factions within the country and played a significant role in helping the Lille family control the kingdom.

Naturally, Catherine was dissatisfied with the Convent for this, but for the prince's safety, she could only agree to the archmage's suggestion to send the prince to the convent for temporary refuge, to be brought out a year later when the situation calmed down, in preparation for the restoration.

But just yesterday, the Grand Mage had exhausted his magic to cast the Yin-Yang Spell on Prince Edward when spies came after him. Although Catherine killed them all with her sword, Prince Edward was struck hard on the head in the chaos and fell unconscious. He was only revived a day later after the Grand Mage's healing magic. Upon waking, his soul had changed; he now possessed the core of Elva and the shell of Edward.

Of course, Elva wouldn't tell Catherine this. He could only say that he was injured and suffered from amnesia, only remembering the language of this continent and forgetting everything from before.

Catherine hugged him tightly, gently comforting him. She was originally the prince's captain of the guard, like an older sister to him, always taking good care of the timid prince.

Lying in her arms, feeling her soft breasts pressing against him, Elva felt a sense of ethereal bliss, as if in a dream.

However, his doubts about his body prevented him from enjoying this tender and blissful experience. He struggled to his feet and asked to take a bath, as he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Catherine quickly summoned a hotel maid to help him into the bathroom.

Standing in the bathroom, looking at his body, Elva felt both joy and sorrow.

He was joyful because his body was entirely male; standing naked in front of the mirror, he saw himself as a fit young man with handsome, androgynous features. He thought that with such looks, he would be irresistible when it came to picking up girls.

He was sorrowful because the abnormality of his lower body shattered all his confidence. Although, as a virgin, he didn't know if his constricted genitals resembled female organs, he was certain it was not a man's. This filled him with deep inferiority. After his bath, he wouldn't even look up at Catherine, despite her beauty and captivating, spirited demeanor.

"A man without a penis has no right to chase after beautiful women," Elva thought sadly to himself. "My only hope is that the great magician keeps his word and that I can recover on my own in a year. That would be a blessing."

(Chapter 2: The Male Nun, Episode 1)

Elva stood before the gates of the Saintess Convent, gazing up at its magnificent entrance, utterly astonished.

He had never seen such a grand building; the entire gate was exquisitely and majestically constructed, giving a powerful sense of awe. The entire gate, along with the high walls, was built of pure white stone, seemingly symbolizing the convent's sanctity. As for the architectural style, it still resembled ancient Europe, but it was even more exquisite and breathtaking than anything he had ever seen in pictures before.

At the main gate, the nuns guarding it wore veils and smiled gently, explaining to Catherine that all girls coming to become novice nuns had to enter through the side gate and find a designated person to receive them.

"I'm not qualified to use the main gate? Humph! I'm a prince now, and I'm being forced to use the side gate..." Elva could only think this to himself. He was here to avoid trouble, so he didn't seem to have any right to complain.

Now, his Adam's apple had disappeared, and his face was veiled, concealing his androgynous good looks. From his appearance alone, he was completely a tall, slender young woman. This was because the great mage had cast an illusion, making him appear more feminine.

The monastery's majestic gate was empty, except for a few of them. People on the distant avenue gazed at the monastery from afar, filled with awe, not daring to approach casually. Some even knelt before the monastery from a distance, devoutly praying, as if worshipping the goddess of life who protected the monastery.

Catherine, also veiled, was now identified as Elva's older sister, accompanying her devout younger sister to the Saintess Convent for spiritual practice. She had originally wanted to go in with her to protect the prince, but the Saintess Convent wasn't easily accessible. There were age restrictions for joining; nuns over eighteen were not allowed entry. Although she was still a virgin, she clearly looked over twenty, which couldn't fool the discerning older nuns.

Even Elva had to go to great lengths, using connections and spending a lot of money to forge his identity and gain entry. He was now a young woman of respectable background named Elsa, from the middle class, who, due to her deep devotion to the goddess of life and her desire for good, wished to enter the Saintess Convent.

At the side gate of the convent, the atmosphere was much more lively, with many beautiful women there, some in nun's robes, others in secular clothing—all there to send their loved ones to the convent.

The women's faces were filled with a mixture of excitement, envy, joy, and longing, while the young girls who had come to become novice nuns were filled with piety and joy, unable to contain their excitement at being qualified to enter the Convent.

"They're so devout! It's just entering a convent, not going to heaven, why are they so happy?" Elva muttered to himself, staring at the girls' faces and swallowing hard. "It's not a beauty pageant, how come there are so many beautiful women here? Hmm, if I could get in, I'd be surrounded by so many beautiful women!"

Catherine took his hand and led him to the nuns in charge of the assessment. She removed her veil and respectfully said, "Hello, I've brought my sister with me."

Catherine gestured for him to remove his veil, and Elva hurriedly did so, revealing his handsome face.

The two nuns before him, both stunningly beautiful, smiled as they appraised his appearance, nodding and saying, "Very good, your appearance is pleasing; you are qualified to enter the convent."

Catherine happily led him to bow to the nuns, and together with the novice nuns who had passed the test, they walked towards the side door.

Behind them, a girl suddenly began to cry. Elva turned around and saw a mole on the girl's face; therefore, the nun who had been tested declared her ineligible and refused her request to enter the convent.

Elva looked at the girl with pity, thinking, "How pitiful. Does not being pretty preclude one from worshipping the Goddess of Life? This convent's requirements are truly unique! It truly is the spiritual symbol of the kingdom; the first convent of the Goddess of Life on the entire continent is so strict that even novice nuns must be very pure and beautiful."

He saw many beautiful girls at the gate who wanted to become novice nuns; those with even slight flaws in their appearance were politely refused entry. Among the beautiful young girls were several pairs of lovely twins, and the ones responsible for verifying their qualifications were a pair of beautiful nuns who looked exactly alike.

Closest to Elva were a pair of chestnut-haired twin girls, exceptionally beautiful with snow-white skin. Though only fifteen or sixteen years old, they already had large, alluring breasts, making Elva's eyes light up and his heart filled with wicked fantasies.

When Elva and Catherine stood before the side door, the two nuns politely asked Catherine to stay, as the Convent of the Virgin Mary did not allow laypeople to enter.

Catherine stood before the door, reluctantly stroking his face, and softly said, "Your Majesty… Elsa, from now on you'll have to rely on yourself. Take care of yourself, understand?" Elva

nodded in agreement, seeing tears glistening in her eyes, he bit his lip hard and turned to leave.

Standing inside, watching Catherine's lonely figure disappear into the distance, Elva suddenly understood that he would spend the rest of his life within these high walls, and everything from now on would depend on his own strength.

The Convent of Saintess, located on the outskirts of the city, occupies a vast area. Within its high walls built of pristine white stone, it houses over a thousand nuns. Due to the strict selection criteria, these nuns are all exceptionally beautiful and devout—excluding, of course, the one who infiltrated the nun's ranks, Elva.

Their ages range from fifteen or sixteen to fifty or sixty, with teenage girls making up the majority. This is because, according to the regulations established by the Holy Maiden of Light when the convent was founded, nuns of twenty years old are selected to serve as abbesses or vice-abbots in smaller monasteries throughout the Kingdom of Saint Anne.

Every year thereafter, nuns over twenty undergo examinations, with the Holy Maiden's Council deciding which nuns will leave and how many new girls will be admitted to the convent. As a result, the number of older nuns in the convent decreases, while teenage girls constitute the vast majority.

Every nun chosen to become abbot of another monastery leaves in tears. Practicing at the Saint Mary's Convent not only symbolizes supreme honor, but the nuns there also maintain their youthful beauty. They firmly believe this is because the convent is the closest place on earth to the Goddess of Life; through the Goddess's favor, the convent is filled with her power, thus allowing them to retain their eternal beauty. The convent has thus become a legendary holy site with magical powers, revered by all believers in the Goddess of Life.

The vast convent is like a giant garden, its courtyards blooming with countless flowers. The entire convent is filled with a sacred atmosphere. Young and beautiful girls, as well as mature and elegant women, all wear pure white nun's robes, their faces filled with piety. Many newly ordained girls, with tears in their eyes, passionately prostrate themselves on the ground, kissing the earth deeply, thanking the Goddess of Life for the blessing of being able to practice in this magical place. They believe that by practicing here, they will surely ascend to heaven and become one of the holy angels.

Seeing their piety, Elva had no choice but to follow suit, kneeling down among them and pressing his lips to the ground. The thought of how many women had trodden this ground filled him with resentment.

Looking at his nun's robes, he thought dejectedly, "Why do I have to be a nun? Everyone else who comes to this world becomes an emperor, a prince, or at least a wealthy young master. Some even become eunuchs. But why am I a nun, and why must I train here? Hmm? The name 'Saintess Convent' sounds familiar."

Suddenly, he remembered the book he had read before coming here—it seemed to have this title!

Because of the intense shock of his reincarnation, he had been in a dazed state and hadn't had time to recall the last book he had read in his previous life. Now, suddenly remembering the book's title, he understood the origin of everything.

It seems the last book a person reads in their life is extremely important. If he had known this would happen, he should have read something like "I Am the Creator," hoping to be reincarnated as the Creator and avoid becoming a nun here.

But it's too late to complain now. He can only silently warn future generations to choose their last book carefully and never gamble with just any book, lest they find themselves in the miserable situation of becoming nuns.

The ground smelled fragrant. Elva suddenly remembered that everyone who had stepped on this ground was incredibly beautiful, and that every nun in history must have kissed the ground. Could this mean he had indirectly kissed all the beauties of the past?

Thinking this, his frustration immediately lessened. He straightened up and looked at the nuns around him; indeed, they were all young and beautiful girls.

Nearby, a dozen or so girls knelt on the ground, all around sixteen years old, slender, with delicate and lovely faces, radiating youthful energy, like fresh fruit waiting to be picked.

Elva swallowed hard, looking at the slender girl beside him. He wanted to pinch her waist, but he didn't want to be seen as a lecherous nun, which might get him kicked out of the convent on the spot.

The girl sensed his gaze, turned around, and smiled sweetly at him, saying, "Sister, are you also a newcomer to the convent? My name is Xilian, what's yours?"

Being called "sister" was quite annoying for Elva, but he couldn't refuse to answer. He replied in his gentle, neutral voice, "My name is Elsa, you can just call me by my name."

Xilian's beautiful face showed envy as she said, "Sister, you're so pretty! You'll definitely be able to become a nun at the convent!" " If I stay in the convent for a long time, I might even have a chance to become a saint!"

Elva chuckled twice, showing little interest in these two good things, while Xilian remained excited, saying, "We're so lucky to be assigned to the Aries Palace and serve Saint Alice of the Aries Palace. It's like a dream!"

Elva smiled, knowing that he was indeed very lucky. He had been chosen by the senior nuns and directly entered the Aries Palace of the Twelve Palaces, unlike most new nuns who had to spend a year in the outer palace of the Saintess Convent before entering the Twelve Palaces.

The Saintess Convent has more than ten recognized saints, each residing in one of the Twelve Palaces and controlling the internal affairs of each palace. The head of each palace is called a saint, and they form the Saintess Council, which decides all major affairs of the Saintess Convent.

Elva is now serving the Saintess of the Aries Palace, named Alice, but Elva is too lazy to remember those long foreign names; he prefers to call her the Saintess of the Aries in his heart.

An older nun walked along the white stone wall, smiling and beckoning them, "Let's hurry! The prayer meeting is about to begin."

The girls' faces lit up with excitement, their cheeks flushed, making them look incredibly cute. They laughed and followed the older nun along the avenue.

Elva followed the girls, her eyes darting around, secretly observing the older nun. She looked to be about thirty years old, elegant and beautiful, exuding a mature charm that made Elva swallow hard.

At the center of the Zodiac of the Convent of Saint Mary was a vast hall, incredibly tall and spacious, supported by dozens of thick pillars reaching a very high ceiling. Standing in this magnificent hall, Elva suddenly felt incredibly small.

This enormous hall held over a thousand nuns, yet the ranks were perfectly orderly, all bowing their heads in devout prayer. Elva stole a glance; everyone was exquisitely beautiful, graceful, and with unbelievably perfect figures. The sexy, mature nuns, in particular, made Elva's mouth water.

His gaze was somewhat dazed. In his previous life, he could never have dreamed of coming to such a place, let alone being surrounded by so many beautiful women. Any one of these beauties could rival the most stunning women on Earth. If Hollywood's self-assured actresses came to the convent, they might be too ashamed to ever show their faces again.

"So many beauties! Is this heaven?" Elva thought dreamily, gazing into the distance at the depths of the hall. The goddess of life on the enormous mural looked so beautiful, radiating a holy beauty that he couldn't help but prostrate himself deeply, bowing his head in sincere devotion.

His action was not abrupt; the nuns present all prostrated themselves, swearing to the goddess of life to dedicate their lives to the great goddess.

Elva also longed to do the same, and moreover, he wanted to dedicate himself to all the beautiful nuns present, but he didn't think this goal had much of a chance of being achieved.

He looked up and vaguely saw more than ten women in high-class nun's robes leading them in prayer in front of all the nuns; those must be the saints of the twelfth zodiac. From behind, their figures were all very slender. Elva wanted to see if their faces were as beautiful as their figures, but he couldn't, filling him with regret.

The three hundred newly entered nuns of the convent, dressed in novice nun's robes, lined up in a long queue, slowly circling the walls of the main hall to receive the blessing of the goddess of life.

Overwhelmed by immense happiness, each of them was in a daze, raising their hands together, each holding a flower, murmuring prayers, offering all their faith to the great goddess of life.

Elva held a pure white hibiscus flower in his hands, murmuring prayers. Although he had crammed for two days, he still couldn't quite remember them. But it didn't matter; everyone was muttering to themselves, and no one could understand what the others were saying.

He walked to the front of the hall, gazing up at the mural of the Goddess of Life, his mind adrift. Such a holy and beautiful woman, it was a pity she was only a painting, not something he could see in person. If he had had such a beautiful wife in his past life, he wouldn't trade her for a goddess. The

newly ordained nuns lined up, slowly moving forward to receive the blessings of the saints. Lost in thought, Elva followed the procession when suddenly his eyes lit up. He saw a beautiful young woman standing before him, smiling as she dipped her hand into the holy water. Her slender fingers scooped up the water and gently sprinkled it on the faces of the new nuns.

Elva's eyes widened instantly. This beautiful young woman was like an angel descended to earth. Her golden hair flowed freely, she looked stunningly beautiful, slender, and with a high, full bust—a beauty straight out of a dream.

He stared blankly at the girl, walking stiffly toward her, his heart pounding.

In his past life, such rudeness towards such a stunning beauty would have earned him at least a disdainful look, and perhaps even a beating from her protectors. But in this life, he was now a pure nun, so he wasn't looked down upon by the girl. Instead, she smiled and gently touched his brow with her jade-like fingers, moistened with holy water.

The soft, smooth fingers touched his forehead, and Elva froze. He mechanically walked past her, following the other girls until they were out of the hall, when he realized, "Oh no, I forgot to ask for her phone number!"

He shook his head vigorously, thinking, "No! Not her phone number, I forgot to ask her name! Such a beautiful girl must be a saintess from some palace to possess such beauty, but which palace is she from?"

The girls surrounding him were all newly ordained nuns, so they certainly didn't know, and he dared not ask rashly, fearing that saying too much would lead to trouble. If they discovered his disguise as a man, they might be punished by having their genitals flicked to death—if they could find his genitals.

The group of newly ordained nuns was quickly disrupted. The girls, holding hibiscus flowers, stood in a line and, led by an older nun, walked towards the Aries Palace.

After walking a long distance, the gates of the Aries Palace finally appeared before them.

The tall walls were still built of pure white stone, and the high gates were carved with the image of a white ram. The snow-white lamb looked so delicate and lovely, full of a holy aura.

A dozen or so girls, along with a lecherous man who had infiltrated the nuns' group, all walked slowly through the gates of the Aries Palace with solemn expressions, while the beautiful nun who had led them there stood outside, as required, not daring to go in.

Like the other nuns, Elva sat quietly on the white stone, waiting for the Aries Saintess to appear. He harbored a certain hope that the blonde beauty would appear before him; if she were the Aries Saintess, he would gladly serve her devoutly, becoming her obedient lamb.

After what seemed like an eternity, a young woman finally entered through the gate. She wore a crown of hibiscus flowers, letting the nuns know that she was the Aries Saintess.

Elva quickly stood up and bowed to her along with the other nuns. At that moment, he was filled with disappointment, for the woman's hair was silver, not the blonde he had longed for.

However, his disappointment quickly vanished, for this woman's beauty was absolutely no less than that of the blonde. To see two such stunningly beautiful women so closely in one day was truly a rare and fortunate occurrence.

She was half a head shorter than Elva, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old. Her long, smooth, silver hair cascaded down to her waist, shimmering in the sunlight, making her look incredibly beautiful. Her body appeared somewhat frail, and her pure, beautiful face was filled with a holy expression. She exuded an ethereal, otherworldly beauty, like an angel. Even Elva, a man whose mind often harbored lewd thoughts, couldn't help but feel ashamed, feeling unable to stand before such a pure girl.

The Aries Saintess smiled gently, greeting the nuns who bowed to her. Her voice was gentle and melodious, with a touch of childishness; the sweet voice of a pure and beautiful young girl almost intoxicated Elva. (

Chapter 3: The Aries Saintess, Episode 1: The Male Nun)

According to the rules established by the Saintess of Light when she founded the Twelve Palaces, only very young, pure girls could cultivate in the Aries Palace. Therefore, each year, the nuns serving the Aries Saintess in the Aries Palace were newly initiated nuns. Elva was fortunate; because of her beautiful appearance, she was considered a pure virgin and assigned to serve the Aries Saintess.

The previous batch of girls working in the Aries Palace gently guided Elva and her new group of nuns, teaching them their duties, such as how to care for the flowers and small animals, how to keep the palace clean, and how to serve the Aries Saintess. The girls patiently taught them about the Saintess's hobbies and habits.

They often looked at the new girls with envy in their eyes. Each batch of nuns could only serve in the Aries Palace for one year; even if they wanted to stay, there was no precedent.

The luckier girls could serve in other palaces among the twelve zodiacs, serving other Saintess; if they weren't chosen, they could only practice with ordinary nuns in the outer palaces, a completely different level of honor from serving a Saintess.

After seeing the beautiful Aries Saintess, Elva couldn't stop thinking about her and took the opportunity to inquire about her. The nuns were all very open and honest, telling him her entire story.

Each Aries Saintess is chosen by the Goddess of Life, and this current saintess, though only sixteen, has already served as Aries Saintess for ten years.

Ten years ago, the previous mistress of the Aries Palace, the devout Aries Saintess, ascended to Heaven. Then, the Goddess of Life issued a divine decree, indicating that in a certain house in a certain city, a little girl named Alice was the chosen holy girl, qualified to become the new Aries Saintess.

At that time, Alice was only five or six years old. Because of the Goddess of Life's decree, she went from being the daughter of an ordinary nobleman to a saintess deeply revered by the kingdom's people, and has lived in the Aries Palace ever since.

Every year, the Aries Palace changes its nuns, but Alice is the only one who remains. She had grown accustomed to this life, treating the new nuns with gentle kindness and even anticipating their stories about the outside world, for she had never left the Convent in the past ten years.

After the previous batch of nuns taught the new batch what to do, they would bid farewell and leave. Before departing, they would bathe one last time in the hot springs of the Aries Palace to receive another blessing from the goddess of life. The

newly joined nuns also bathed in the hot springs, enjoying the goddess's blessing. Elva was fortunate enough to be among them, following them to the hot springs and watching in a daze as they began to undress.

The Aries Palace was vast, and its hot spring lake was quite large, enough to accommodate many people bathing together. On the lush green grass beside the hot springs, many beautiful young women undressed, revealing their fair and delicate skin.

They were all only sixteen or seventeen years old, the oldest being only eighteen. Each girl was a carefully selected beauty. One by one, they removed their clothes and tossed them onto the grass, their snow-white skin exposed to Elva's gaze, causing him to momentarily lose focus.

Even in his dreams, Elva had never seen so many beautiful girls, let alone witnessed them all undressing before him, revealing their pure, naked bodies.

He stared wide-eyed at Xilian, who was closest to him, clearly seeing her robe removed, followed by her underwear, revealing her delicate breasts, snow-white and round, making Elva swallow hard.

Next to Xilian was a long-haired girl of about eighteen, who had also removed her clothes, revealing her full, beautiful breasts. Looking at her snow-white, high breasts, Elva almost couldn't resist reaching out to grasp them, to taste the breasts of his dreams.

Because they were in front of her sisters, and because the long-haired girl had bathed in the hot springs with them countless times over the past year, she bent down without shame, gracefully removing her trousers, revealing her long, snow-white legs.

By this time, the area around the hot spring lake was filled with half-naked girls, their pink legs and snowy buttocks, their breasts and hips undulating. The intense visual stimulation made Elva dizzy, his body swaying slightly, almost unable to stand.

However, due to his teacher's teachings on "strength," Elva gritted his teeth and stood there stubbornly, his eyes wide, staring intently at the space between the long-haired girl's legs, hoping to see the garden of his dreams with his own eyes.

He didn't have to wait long. The long-haired girl, without any warning, took off her white panties, revealing a lush, pale purple-red garden between her two snow-white and pink thighs. This made Elva sway, his head spinning, almost fainting from the stimulation.

"Sister Elsa, what's wrong? Why aren't you taking off your clothes?" A clear voice came from behind. Elva turned around groggily and saw Xilian standing naked in front of him, a hint of shyness on her pure face, looking at him curiously, this sister who was still wearing a nun's robe.

Seeing her pure eyes, Elva hurriedly responded and immediately began to undress. In a few quick movements, he stripped naked and leaped into the hot spring, splashing water everywhere. The

warm, gentle water made Elva's blood boil. He quickly squatted down and soaked in the hot spring, looking at the snow-white thighs of the girls on the shore, and the blissful place between their legs. He felt as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head, his mind went blank, and two streams of hot fluid immediately gushed from his nose, flowing down to his lips.

Elva had a bad feeling and hurriedly looked down, only to see two drops of blood dripping from his nose, splashing onto the surface of the hot spring, turning into two bright red blood flowers.

He quickly scooped up the water and washed his face clean, lest the nuns find it strange that he was so excited that he had a nosebleed.

Thanks to the illusion cast on him by the great mage, his body now resembled that of a young girl, though his chest remained flat, giving him the potential to be known as "Flat-chested Princess."

After the girls undressed, they cautiously stepped into the hot spring. Elva watched their naked, snow-white bodies with longing, wiping his nosebleed and swallowing hard.

Dozens of nuns quickly entered the hot spring. Elva watched them walk deeper into the spring, then stood up and followed, hoping the water would conceal his body and prevent them from noticing anything amiss.

Deeper in the spring, dozens of girls were huddled together, inevitably rubbing against each other. Elva carefully squeezed among the group of beautiful girls, using both hands and legs to gently rub their bodies, feeling the softness of their skin. He felt a surge of intoxication, as if in a dream.

His hand involuntarily reached out to a beautiful girl beside him, his fingers gently pinching her smooth, fragrant buttocks, letting out a comfortable sigh. Everyone said that a young girl's skin was the softest; it was indeed true!

Fearing the girl would notice, he hurriedly let go and squeezed into another group of beautiful girls. Looking back, the girl indeed looked on with a puzzled expression, as if unaware of who had been joking with her and touching her body.

Elva became even more cautious, huddling among the girls, only touching and rubbing his body against theirs, feeling the softness of their skin with his chest, abdomen, legs, and buttocks. At this moment, his nose almost bleed again, so he quickly lowered his head, letting the blood drip into the hot spring, quickly dissipating until it was barely visible.

Elva thought wickedly, "My nosebleed is in the hot spring, and they're all stained with my blood, haha! Letting them take advantage of me is no big deal, but one day I'll definitely get my money back with interest, and I'll compensate them with their virgin blood!"

Elva fantasized in his heart, imagining that one day he would pin all these girls in the hot spring down and fuck them hard, but that would have to wait until his own penis grew back and he had a weapon to enjoy them to his heart's content.

"Am I very happy now? Being able to bathe with so many beautiful girls and take advantage of them is something I wouldn't even dare to dream of in my previous life!" Elva thought excitedly, when suddenly he heard a low gasp. He quickly looked up and saw that Xilian and the other new girls were staring wide-eyed at the edge of the hot spring lake, so he also turned his head and looked in that direction.

His eyes widened instantly, his face flushed crimson, as if all the blood had rushed to his head, and two streams of blood quickly flowed from his nostrils, down his lips, onto his chin, and splashed onto the surface of the hot spring.

On the grass beside the hot spring, a stunningly beautiful girl with silver hair was smiling as she walked into the spring.

Her eyes were pale green, large and bright, and paired with her pure face, she looked extremely beautiful. In the hot spring, no other beautiful girl could compare to her.

She was completely naked, her snow-white body completely exposed to the air, only her long, smooth silver hair hanging down from her head, partially concealing her cleavage.

Elva's gaze swept greedily over her body, taking in her full, well-developed, snow-white breasts, their rosy nipples trembling gently. Her slender waist and graceful figure were dazzling. Between her snow-white legs, the skin was smooth and hairless, a stark contrast to the lush, hairy grass of the other girls in the hot spring.

Her soft skin glowed under the sunlight, radiating a holy aura. A surge of emotion welled up within Elva, and she couldn't help but want to worship her. Indeed, she was the Aries Saintess; her charm was irresistible.

The beautiful silver-haired girl smiled and slowly entered the hot spring, joining the other beautiful girls in the same pool.

In the hot spring, the nuns bowed their heads slightly, their hearts filled with reverence, even Elva, who was impersonating a nun.

Alice raised her smooth, jade-like arm, extending her slender hand to gently stroke the heads of the nuns, blessing the newly arrived ones and welcoming them. The departing nuns also received her blessing, their expressions of reluctance appearing on her pure face.

Elva, head bowed, awaited her blessing, his gaze secretly falling on Alice's beautiful breasts reflected in the water. Saliva mixed with nosebleed dripped into the hot spring, his hands and feet trembling, almost unable to control his excitement.

The owner of those breasts walked on the water, blessing one beautiful girl after another, gradually reaching Elva.

A snow-white arm rose from the water, her slender hand resting on Elva's head, a soft and holy voice reaching her ears: "May the goddess of life bless you!"

At that moment, she suddenly felt a hand reach between her legs from beneath the water!

Alice's tender garden, untouched by anyone before, was suddenly intensely stimulated. She froze, her body trembling violently, almost forgetting everything, standing blankly in the water, shivering slightly.

The owner of that hand was none other than Elva, standing before her. When that jade-like hand touched her head, he finally couldn't resist his desire and instinctively reached out, his hand disappearing between the Aries Saintess's legs.

The emerald green surface of the hot spring concealed his actions. His mind was clouded, all his attention focused on his hand, his fingers gently moving, caressing Alice's sacred garden. The soft touch almost moved him to tears.

Alice let out a lovely breath, her nostrils flaring slightly, staring blankly at the tall nun before her. This nun, entering the Aries Palace for the first time, why was she doing such a strange thing?

Since becoming the Aries Saintess, Alice had never left the convent, living in a sacred and tranquil environment for many years. She had never experienced anything like this before, her experience in this area was practically zero. She didn't know how to react, and could only stare wide-eyed in terror at Elva.

Elva's fingers were stroking the inside of her tender labia, about to slip into her pure garden, when he suddenly withdrew, wiped the blood from his nose, bent over even lower, his heart pounding. He didn't know how he could have been so blinded by lust, suddenly doing something so strange.

If anyone could blame him, it was the Aries Saintess's allure; even a shy virgin like Elva had lost his mind and suddenly reached out to touch her private parts.

Alice breathed softly, and after a long while, she came to her senses, dragging her tired, weak legs, past Elva, and blessed the next nun.

The nuns all kept their heads down, not daring to look directly at the Aries Saint's naked body. Although they wondered why she was so fond of the Elsa sisters and had stood in front of her for so long, they couldn't think of anything else—their experience in this area was actually not much more than Alice's.

After the blessing was completed, the Aries Saintess dared not linger. She staggered to the edge of the hot spring, picked up a towel from the bank, wrapped it around herself, and turned to look at the tall Sister Elsa in the spring.

Elva looked up, their eyes meeting. The Aries Saintess's eyes were large, a lovely emerald green, filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if she didn't yet understand the meaning of his actions.

She slowly turned away, tightened the towel, and walked towards her bedroom. Elva watched her silently from behind, her delicate figure receding into the distance, appearing so pure and fragile, truly like a vulnerable white lamb.

Sister Elsa was fortunate enough to become the Aries Saintess's personal maid, a fact that filled the new girls with envy. However, they dared not be jealous, for according to the teachings of the Goddess of Life, jealousy was a terrible original sin, and a devout nun must never harbor such feelings.

Alice actually commanded over a hundred nuns, but most practiced in the outer palace. Only a dozen or so were allowed to enter the Aries Palace. Elva and Xilian were among the lucky ones to become the Aries Saintess's personal maids, sharing a large room with her.

Elva didn't know why Alice had chosen him as her personal maid and felt a little guilty, fearing she would punish him for touching her private parts. However, after several days, nothing happened, so he stopped worrying.

During these days, he served this pure and beautiful girl with all his heart, trying to understand her thoughts. He anticipated her desires and did what she wanted, quickly becoming Alice's most capable maid in the Aries Palace. However, the way she looked at Elva was always a little strange; she often seemed lost in thought, as if silently savoring the peculiar sensation his fingers had given her.

This pure and beautiful maiden spent her days in the Aries Palace, with little to do. Occasionally, she would visit the other eleven palaces to see the saints residing there, and sometimes attend meetings of the Saintess Council. In her spare time, she would gather the dozen or so newly arrived nuns and offer them devout instruction.

Her first sermon was held on a green meadow. Beautiful maidens gathered around her, sitting on the grass, their devout and reverent gazes fixed on her pure and beautiful face as they listened quietly to her teachings.

The Aries Saintess's pure and elegant voice echoed across the meadow, recounting the teachings of the goddess and the principles of love for humanity and animals. Her eyes sparkled, and the maidens on the grass appeared so pure and beautiful, like glistening dewdrops, radiating dazzling brilliance.

Elva, mingling among the beautiful maidens, silently gazed at her pure and exquisite beauty, a touch of sadness in her heart. Such a pure and beautiful girl—he had never seen anything like her on Earth in his previous life. Now, in this world, he was fortunate enough to be by her side, yet he was penile. Even a short time in her presence made him feel ashamed, let alone pursue her.

Even if his penis grew back a year later, what difference would it make? She was a saint, and could never marry. And he was now a deposed prince; even if he were fortunate enough to become king, he couldn't risk the world's condemnation to marry the saintess of the convent, the purest symbol in the hearts of all people.

Thinking of this, Elva sighed softly, his heart filled with sorrow.

Alice's gaze drifted over. Seeing Elva sigh, she felt a slight joy, assuming he had heard the oracle of the Goddess of Life and was moved by it. She couldn't help but think to herself, "This Elsa sister is quite perceptive."

Not far away, a snow-white lamb was leisurely grazing in the meadow. Alice raised her hand and beckoned to him.

The little lamb raised its head, glanced this way, and suddenly broke into a run, bleating merrily, and rushed into Alice's warm embrace.

Elva stared wide-eyed at the snow-white lamb, watching it rub its head against Alice's breast, filled with envy and longing, wishing he could be that little lamb immediately.

Alice smiled and softly said to the nuns, "Now I will teach you sisters the techniques of communicating with animals."

Elva's spirits lifted. He had long heard from the nuns who had left the Aries Palace that the Aries Saintess's ability was to communicate with animals, even command them. Many of the nuns who had trained in the Aries Palace had also learned this technique, and some were even powerful enough to command many animals, demonstrating great strength in battles against foreign armies.

On the continent, among the small number of mages, some can control animals; these people are called "Beastmasters." When powerful Beastmasters manipulate large numbers of ferocious beasts to charge at enemy armies, they often instill fear in the enemy, even causing them to be utterly defeated and routed.

However, none of these Beastmasters dare to oppose the Saintess Convent. Two hundred years ago, an extremely powerful Beastmaster served a powerful northern nation, organizing a massive army of beasts to attack the Kingdom of Saint Anne alongside the northern nation's forces. Their advance was unstoppable, and the Saint Anne army was repeatedly routed, unable to withstand their offensive.

However, their scheme was destined to fail. The Saintess of Aries finally appeared on the battlefield, wielding her magic staff and issuing commands to the beasts. When her holy light shone upon the beast army, the powerful army suddenly turned against them, scattering the northern nation's soldiers and inflicting a crushing defeat on the spot. Taking advantage of the chaos, the army of the Kingdom of Saint Anne launched a counterattack, annihilating almost the entire enemy force. Only a few managed to escape back home, and the powerful beast tamer perished in the ensuing chaos. The kingdom never recovered and was destroyed by a coalition of nations less than a century later.

After this battle, no beast tamer dared to oppose the Kingdom of Saint Anne. They knew that the most powerful beast tamer on the continent resided in the Aries Palace of the Saintess Convent. Even though she never left the convent and refused to help the Kingdom of Saint Anne attack other countries, her reputation still terrified all beast tamers.

Elva, having stayed in the Aries Palace for several days, had heard this story and couldn't help but think, "That ability is quite good. Even if I lack the ability to organize a massive beast army to conquer cities, if I ever find myself destitute and homeless, I can train a monkey or parrot to steal money from other people's homes."

Elva pondered this, his gaze becoming fervent as he listened intently to Alice's lecture, not wanting to miss a single word.

On the green grass, a beautiful young girl cradled a tender lamb in her arms, speaking softly in a gentle voice. A breeze stirred, fluttering her snow-white robes. The girl on the grass appeared so ethereal, captivating the surrounding nuns and the boy disguised as a nun.

Although she was actually the most powerful beast tamer on the continent, possessing the immense magic to alter battlefields, in everyone's eyes, she was still just a young girl in the prime of her youth, exceptionally beautiful, yet possessing only meager strength, fragile and pitiful.

Countless ordinary nuns of the Aries Palace throughout history had fallen in love with the Holy Maiden, but none dared to confess their feelings. The Aries Holy Maiden's purity and beauty were enough to make all the beautiful girls on the continent feel ashamed. The only one who could break this stalemate was that audacious, godless boy from another world.

In the following days, Elva focused on his training, striving to improve his ability to communicate with animals. However, the lambs of the Aries Palace seemed to have a grudge against him, fleeing at the sight of him, let alone communicating with him telepathically.

Finally, one day, Elva couldn't resist any longer. A wicked thought arose in his mind. While a lamb was focused on grazing, he sneaked up behind it, grabbed its hind leg, pressed it to the ground, turned it around, stared into its eyes head-on, and silently chanted a spell, hoping to communicate with it telepathically.

The pure lamb stared at him with wide, terrified eyes, a sense of fear and bewilderment transmitted to Elva, filling him with secret joy, knowing that his training these past few days had yielded results.

But soon, his senses were expelled from his body by the lamb. Elva felt the lamb resisting his intrusion, looking at him with hostility, as if sensing he wasn't a devout nun.

Enraged by this sexism, Elva pinned the lamb to the ground, pounced on its back, and, squeezing it between his legs, herded it across the grass.

The lambs of the Aries Palace, influenced by the omnipresent divine power of the Convent of the Saintess, possessed great strength; even this small lamb had enough strength to carry him erratically, yet they dared not resist, as if millennia of tradition had robbed them of the courage to defy.

The lamb was short, and Elva's legs were dragged along the smooth grass, gliding with a soft "whoosh."

He had never ridden a horse before, but now, riding on the back of a sheep, watching it run wildly on its back, a surge of exhilaration filled him. A gentle breeze blew, and Elva tilted his head back, laughing excitedly, as if he had become a valiant knight.

Riding on the lamb, he chanted an incantation, instantly sensing the lamb's fear and weakness. This feeling was so clear that Elva happily realized he had taken a significant step forward on the path to becoming a great beast tamer.

His thoughts traveled to the lamb's mind, directing it to run wildly in various directions. Gradually, this art of command became refined, as if it were his own arm. Under his commands, the lamb ran frantically, tears welling in its fearful eyes and falling onto the grass.

Elva's legs gradually tightened; the pent-up desire of the past few days had nowhere to go. As he held the pure lamb tightly, a subtle pleasure rose between his legs.

"Sister Elsa, what are you doing?" A surprised voice rang out from behind him. Elva was startled and turned around to see the Aries Saintess Alice standing on the grass not far behind him.

Her pure face was full of surprise and confusion. Her cherry lips parted slightly as she stopped him, saying, "Sister Elsa, you'll hurt him!"

Elva was somewhat dazed. In his mind, he commanded the lamb to stop, kneeling on the grass, no longer daring to put all his weight on the lamb. He didn't know what kind of punishment he would receive if the Aries Saintess found out about bullying the lamb. He could only wait silently to see what fate awaited him.

Alice ran over lightly, reached out and stroked the lamb's head, carefully lifting him from between Elva's legs. Her small white hands inadvertently touched the area between Elva's legs. She held the lamb in her arms, tenderly kissing his head, back, and even the area where Elva's legs had tightly gripped him.

Elva knelt on the grass, his heart pounding. Alice's small hand had just touched his genitals; although he had already withdrawn, the touch of the saintess still excited him immensely.

Alice stood up and silently watched him, a reproachful look in her pure eyes. She only moved her lips slightly, ultimately saying nothing, and ran off into the distance, carrying the little lamb.

Watching the girl's graceful figure disappear into the distance, Elva knelt on the grass, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

So the Aries Saintess's personality was so gentle and weak. He could wait patiently. If he didn't suffer any punishment in the next few days, he wouldn't have to worry about being punished while living in the Aries Palace. (

Chapter 4: The Boy's First Kiss, Chapter 1, Episode 1)

In the following days, Elva was spared punishment as he wished, and Alice didn't even say a harsh word to him.

He inquired everywhere and heard from the nuns that the Aries Saint had never lost her temper with the nuns or punished anyone in all these years. Such a pure and gentle girl was truly one of a kind.

Because of her purity and kindness, the nuns of the Aries Palace never dared to bully her because of her weakness; on the contrary, they often felt pity for her. Out of reverence for the Saint, if they saw even a hint of sadness on her face, they would feel deeply guilty and run to the confessional to weep and apologize to the penitent nuns, vowing never to do it again and never to cause the Aries Saint any more distress.

For hundreds of years, this situation had continued in the Aries Palace, with the gentle Saint and the devout nuns continuing their peaceful lives. But on this day, when an unbeliever boy broke into the sacred monastery, everything would change.

These past few days, besides focusing on practicing his beast-controlling arts, Elva had been diligently working at the Aries Palace, taking meticulous care of Alice. Over time, the strange look Alice gave him gradually disappeared, replaced by gentleness and concern, just like when they first met.

That noon, Elva lazily woke up from his afternoon nap, stretching and yawning, feeling truly carefree.

His roommate, Xilian, wasn't in bed; she was probably out helping other nuns. To be honest, it was hard to find a nun as lazy as Elva in the Aries Palace. The other nuns were all devout and hardworking, never missing an opportunity to work, while Elva, aside from being interested in taking care of Alice, avoided all other chores, sleeping as long as he wanted. Plus, Alice, being gentle, never scolded him.

Elva put on his nun's white robe and went to the inner room, wanting to see if the Aries Saintess, who had been napping, had woken up. His and Xilian's room was right next to Alice's bedroom, a large suite, making it easier for the nuns to take care of her.

The Aries Saint's bedroom was simply yet exquisitely furnished. Although the convent didn't advocate luxury, a saint's room couldn't be decorated haphazardly. Centuries of renovations and the arrangement of the Aries Palace by successive Aries Saints had imbued it with a sacred atmosphere. A devout believer with a heart for God would inevitably kneel and thank the goddess of life for allowing them entry into this legendary holy place.

Elva, not a believer, didn't care and swaggered in, arriving at Alice's bedside. He lifted the white gauze curtain and peeked inside. He saw the pure sixteen-year-old girl, covered by a blanket, lying on her side, fast asleep. Her long, smooth silver hair cascaded down her head, spreading across the pillow and blankets.

She wore only a white silk undergarment, and the blankets weren't fully covering her, leaving large areas of skin exposed.

The sleeping girl, a faint smile on her face, drifted peacefully into slumber, so beautiful and serene. Elva stood by the bed, silently watching her, unable to resist swallowing hard.

The beautiful girl lay on her side, her high, firm breasts barely concealed by her thin bra, most of them exposed. Her panties were just a small piece of thin fabric, her snow-white buttocks peeking out, stimulating Elva and making his heart pound.

As if sleepwalking, he slowly sat down by the bed, leaning down to approach the Aries Saintess's face.

Her face was pure and beautiful, with a touch of childlike innocence; her cherry lips, slightly upturned in her sleep, seemed to be asking for a kiss.

Elva was always eager to help, and he couldn't possibly refuse such a request. So he slowly leaned down, gently pressing his lips to Alice's cherry lips.

Their lips lightly touched, and Elva could clearly feel the soft, moist warmth of her cherry lips. A faint fragrance wafted from her lips. Elva extended her tongue from her mouth and gently licked her soft, fragrant lips, instantly becoming intoxicated.

He kissed her for a long time before he came to his senses. Looking up, he saw Alice still fast asleep, her cherry lips slightly parted, uttering soft murmurs, a faint smile playing on her lips as if she were having a sweet dream.

Elva swallowed, finding the taste of her lips incredibly sweet; the pure, innocent lips of a young girl were truly unforgettable.

He carefully reached out and stroked Alice's cheek, her skin smooth and slightly warm to the touch.

His hand gradually slid down her face, caressing her snowy neck, down to her breasts, every touch so soft and delicate it was breathtaking. Alice's skin was so beautiful, even more tender than a baby's.

"Such skin, it should be considered top-notch, right? No! It should be said that this girl is truly a masterpiece of humanity, more beautiful than an angel. I am so lucky to be able to touch the skin of such a beautiful girl. Compared to her, the actresses of my previous world are simply trash!" Elva thought excitedly, his fingers carefully pinching the girl's breasts, feeling how soft and full they were. He couldn't help but lower his head and gently lick her breasts.

The snow-white, soft breasts tasted wonderful, and his tongue could taste their sweet aroma. Being able to lick the breasts of the Aries Saintess was simply unbelievable for the people of the entire Holy Kingdom. And Elva considered this his greatest fortune—no! Perhaps this fortune wasn't the greatest yet. He would expand this fortune until it reached the limit he could possess.

Elva carefully looked at Alice, who was still fast asleep, completely unaware that her pure, innocent breasts had been kissed by a wolf. Elva's only regret was that her strapless bra, though narrow, was tied very tightly, making it impossible to remove without waking her.

But that didn't matter; Elva was confident he could remove it himself. He smiled excitedly, his fingers tracing the girl's high, firm breasts. When he touched the delicate nipples beneath the silk strapless bra, the sleeping girl couldn't help but tremble slightly, uttering unconscious murmurs.

Her underwear was a two-piece set, and her snow-white, flat abdomen was so smooth. Elva leaned down, gently kissing and licking her abdomen, his tongue gliding over her soft skin, bringing her a slight coolness.

Elva's hand resolutely reached for that sacred place that often appeared in his dreams—the pure white silk panties, smooth to the touch. Although Alice, as a saint, didn't worship luxury, her attire was still far superior to that of ordinary women.

The boy's fingers were already pressed between Alice's two fair and delicate thighs, gently pressing down through her panties, making them crease. The softness of her virgin garden, even through the fabric, made Elva dizzy. He buried his face in Alice's lower abdomen, breathing softly.

In her sleep, Alice seemed to feel her virgin garden being invaded; her delicate body trembled slightly, and her breathing became a little rapid.

Elva's fingers moved resolutely, rubbing her private parts through her panties. Gradually, a few drops of liquid seeped out from the silk panties, leaving faint damp marks.

Elva's eyes widened, and he quickly bent down, his trembling hands lifting the girl's fragrant buttocks, feeling her smoothness in his palms, and slowly and carefully pulled down her panties.

The beautiful virgin garden suddenly appeared before him. Elva's heart pounded as if struck by a hammer. His eyes were fixed on the soft, white thighs, his breath quickening. He involuntarily lowered his head, offering the most reverent, wet kiss to the beautiful garden that had appeared countless times in his dreams.

The smooth, hairless virgin garden, the delicate pinkish-purple cleft, trembled slightly as his lips pressed against it. Elva's tongue eagerly darted from his lips, licking the saintess's most precious cleft, clearly feeling the tender flesh of the inner walls and the taste of the clear liquid his fingers had just left.

The girl's pure nectar was flowing from Alice's body for the first time. Before this, no one, including herself, had ever caressed this place. The girl, filled with piety and ideals of holiness, knew nothing of this. Even when bathing, she merely washed it like any other skin, without touching it for pleasure.

Elva was the first in the world to make her ooze nectar, and for many years to come, he felt immense pride whenever he thought of this achievement. He thrust even more fiercely into the Aries Saintess beneath him, listening to her soft moans and groans, smiling as he reminisced with her about the joyful days of their youthful days.

Of course, he couldn't think about what would happen in the future; he simply reverently kissed the tender crevice of her virgin garden with his lips, gently sucking and licking Alice's first nectar into his mouth.

He had finally tasted the legendary nectar of a maiden, and it wasn't the unpleasant taste he had heard of before. Alice was, after all, a Saintess of the Aries Palace, and her constitution was different from ordinary people. The nectar flowing from her garden was fragrant, sweet, and slightly savory, even more intoxicating than the finest liquor.

Elva was intoxicated by the virgin's fragrance and the Saintess's first nectar, his head spinning. He greedily sucked, his tongue probing deep into Alice's cleft. His face was buried between the girl's legs, her smooth, white thighs pressed against his face, the warm fragrance filling his nostrils.

His nose pressed against the girl's genitals, his warm breath brushing against her skin. Alice moaned softly in her sleep, a tiny red bud emerging from the top of her cleft, like a crimson blossom awaiting the nourishment of rain.

Elva lifted his head, his eyes wide as he stared at the bud, his burning gaze almost melting it. Could this be the legendary clitoris of a young girl?

His tongue trembled as it pressed against the bud, intimately touching the trembling flesh. His lips followed, kissing the bud and sucking it into his mouth. His tongue and lips gently licked and sucked at it, tenderly licking and drawing in the ever-increasing delicious nectar flowing from the girl's genitals.

His tongue stretched out long, penetrating deep into the tender crevice of the maiden's garden, sucking the sweet nectar and producing even more. Just as he was lost in his excitement, he suddenly felt Alice's delicate body twitch. He knew in his heart that this pure saint had finally awakened under his venomous tongue attack.

Above her, Alice used her slender arms to support herself on the bed, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise as she looked at the person dressed in a nun's habit kneeling between her legs.

From above, because the nun's face was buried between her legs, it was not clear, but her hair was short and black. Alice knew that in her Aries Palace, only Sister Elsa had black hair; she always tossed her short black hair, looking lively and pretty.

But what was she doing between her legs now? Although Alice didn't quite understand what this meant, she blushed deeply with embarrassment.

She could feel Elsa's lips gently kissing the space between her legs, her wet tongue skillfully moving there, bringing her waves of warm sensation.

Intense stimulation emanated from there, and Alice couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her trembling moans filling Elva with immense pleasure, making his licking even gentler.

Alice's face flushed red, her pearly teeth gently biting her lip, and she exclaimed shyly and in surprise, "Sister Elsa, what are you doing?"

Elva took her clitoris into his mouth, looked up, and smiled at her. His face was also flushed; after all, it was his first time doing something like this, and it was impossible not to be excited.

He held the virgin's pure clitoris in his mouth, his tongue lightly licking and gently kissing the saint's garden, causing Alice to let out another soft scream.

Alice stared at him in surprise, while Elva sucked on her clitoris, his eyes filled with excited laughter, which terrified her.

With her clitoris being sucked, Alice found it difficult to talk to him properly in this situation. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she weakly pushed Elva's head away with trembling hands, calling out intermittently, "Sister Elsa, no, don't lick there anymore..."

This was the first time she had encountered a nun who wouldn't listen. Elva simply began to kiss her vulva wildly, his tongue darting like a venomous dragon, licking the entrance of her vagina even more intensely.

Alice's cheeks flushed red, and she screamed softly, collapsing weakly onto the bed, uttering intermittent

, delicate moans, powerless to resist any longer. Elva's tongue moved faster and faster, licking rapidly. Alice finally screamed, her soft thighs clamping tightly around Elva's head, her body trembling violently. Alice had reached her first orgasm under his venomous tongue attack.

A large amount of nectar flowed from the saint's garden, which Elva sucked vigorously, swallowing it whole. He couldn't bear to waste a single drop of this delicious liquid.

Suddenly, a warm current surged from his abdomen, flowing through his veins throughout his body. Soon, this warm current had spread to every limb and bone, making him feel warm and indescribably comfortable.

"The saint's nectar...is it some kind of rare tonic?" Elva, having no similar experience, could only wonder in surprise.

His desire rose accordingly, and soon, he was no longer satisfied with just kissing this spot. His tongue gradually moved upwards, and the flat abdomen above the clitoris gradually became covered with his saliva as he licked and kissed it.

There, Alice wept softly. Although her limited knowledge prevented her from explaining what had just happened, the fact that such a shameful place had been licked by the nuns of the palace, and that she had climaxed in front of them, was enough to make Alice feel utterly ashamed.

The crying startled Elva awake. He quickly climbed on top of the saintess's pure body, gently kissing away the tears on her face, his lips moving downwards to press against her cherry lips.

Alice stared wide-eyed in surprise. She didn't understand what kissing meant, and Elva's actions shocked her. She clearly felt Elva's tongue boldly slip into her lips, parting her teeth and entering her mouth, entwining with her tongue.

The pure maiden's lips were soft and moist. Elva gently licked her teeth, teasing her slippery tongue, sucking hard, drawing in all the saliva from her mouth, mixing it with the fluids she had just released, and swallowing it.

Alice's tongue tried to dodge in fear, but how could it escape Elva's domineering tongue in her small mouth? Her smooth tongue was ultimately captured, intertwining with his.

The unprecedentedly intense stimulation left Alice dizzy and infatuated, involuntarily responding to Elva's kiss. Her tongue was drawn into his mouth, where he sucked it tightly.

Elva, licking her small, fragrant tongue, was also swept away, unable to control himself. His hand caressed Alice's jade-like legs, gradually penetrating deeper into her garden, his fingers stroking there, teasing her desire.

His other hand slipped inside her silk bodice, caressing the girl's breasts. The soft, smooth texture of their first contact made his heart pound so hard it felt like it would burst out of his mouth.

Attacked fiercely from above, below, and above, Alice trembled violently. Although she wanted to scream, her tongue was bitten, and she could only moan softly. His kiss and the wildly moving fingers seemed to have a magical power, driving her to the brink of madness with excitement. Finally, a mournful cry escaped from her delicate nose, her body suddenly stiffening as she abruptly fainted from the sheer pleasure.

Her body grew cold, her hands and feet icy. Elva raised his head, his dazed eyes fixed on her delicate form, slowly raising his hand, his fingertips glistening with a sticky fluid.

He lowered his head, gazing at Alice's exquisitely beautiful face, her pure, innocent cheeks flushed with a hint of wantonness. The girl experiencing her first orgasm looked so sexy and alluring.

Elva couldn't resist gently kissing her cherry lips, secretly thinking, "Was this my first kiss? Or was the kiss on her lower lips just now the real first kiss?"

For Alice, who had just awakened, this kiss was indeed her first kissing experience. For Elva, kissing her secret garden was the first time in his life he had kissed so intently, and to have his tongue tease the saintess to orgasm was one of his proudest achievements.

But before that, he had already gently kissed Alice's lips while she was asleep; perhaps that was their first kiss!

Elva smiled and shook his head, unwilling to think about these things anymore. After all, he had already given his first kiss to Alice today; what did it matter which lips he kissed?

While Alice was unconscious, he reached out to undo her bodice. Although it wasn't large, it covered her breasts, preventing him from freely caressing those beautiful mounds.

But just as he was trying to undo it, Alice slowly woke up, realized his intention, and frantically pushed him away, crying out in a tearful voice, "Sister Elsa, don't do this!"

Elva

, how could he let go of such a delicious treat? He reached out and slapped her buttocks hard, then casually ripped off Alice's bodice.

Alice was stunned. Since entering the convent, she hadn't been hit before; the sudden, severe blow drew her attention more from shock than pain.

In a moment of distraction, her tube top was removed, and Elva immediately lowered his head, kissing her breasts.

The girl's fragrant breasts, snow-white and soft, with rosy nipples, were held in his mouth, their delicate texture unlike anything he had ever tasted.

Elva greedily suckled at her soft, smooth breasts, using the knowledge he had learned from books and pictures, his tongue swirling around the nipples, sometimes lifting them up, stretching the breasts where the nipples were sucked, the nipples slipping out of his mouth, the elastic breasts trembling, then falling back into his mouth to be greedily sucked.

His other hand pressed on the girl's right breast, wantonly kneading and kneading it, shaping it into various adorable forms.

Alice cried out in terror again, shocked that her breasts were being kneaded and sucked by Sister Elsa, and she didn't know why Elsa was doing this. She tried to push Elva away, but Elva's strength was far beyond hers; he pressed tightly against her, making it impossible for her to break free.

Elva's sucking intensified, sending a strange, arousing sensation through her chest. It wasn't exactly painful, but Elva's actions filled her with shame and embarrassment, yet she was powerless to resist, only able to protest through tears.

Elva brazenly ravaged the saintess. Although she was the most powerful beast tamer on the continent, her body was so delicate, her strength even less than that of an average young girl. In his arms, she was like a small lamb, unable to resist his advances.

The walls of the saintess's convent were remarkably soundproof, leading him to wonder if this was also a manifestation of the Goddess of Life's power. No one dared enter the Aries Saintess's bedroom except for him and her two personal maids, Xilian. Xilian had gone outside again; according to their usual shifts, she wouldn't return until evening.

So, Elva, excited, transformed into a wolf, embracing Alice, the little lamb, and ravaging her. His lips kissed her exquisite face, her snow-white neck, her soft breasts, and then he licked her body relentlessly, leaving no spot untouched, even her fragrant buttocks bearing his teeth marks.

Elva stripped off his own clothes, leaving only his underwear. He panted excitedly, burning with lust, but as he was about to pull down his underwear and pounce on the saintess to defile her chastity, his hand touched only emptiness between her legs!

As if drenched in ice water, Elva felt a chill run through him. He looked down at his flat underwear, so ashamed he could hardly face Alice.

"A man without a penis is not worthy to conquer a saintess," Elva thought sadly, his face flushed crimson with shame.

Unable to satisfy the saintess's desires with his penis, he had to find another way to make up for it, lest she look down on him and call him a useless fellow. This matter couldn't be taken lightly, as it concerned a man's honor!

Amid Alice's sobs, he once again knelt between her legs, parting her soft, beautiful thighs, and gently licked her beautiful garden. As his experience increased, his licking became more and more skillful, and Alice quickly reached orgasm, spraying sweet nectar into his mouth.

After her orgasm, Alice lay weakly in his arms, sobbing softly. The intense shame and shock left her mind blank, unsure of what to do.

Half-naked Elva also panted, holding the naked Aries saintess tightly, his fingers still restlessly moving between the girl's lower body, slowly inserting into her cleft, caressing the warm, tender flesh inside, extending forward, soon touching a small membrane, his fingertips gently pressing it, seemingly very elastic.

"This must be the legendary hymen, right? The day I get a penis, I will definitely, absolutely have to break through this membrane with my own penis and completely conquer this stunning beauty!" Elva clenched his fists tightly, his face filled with passionate fervor, making a solemn vow to the heavens.

They were now pressed tightly together, Elva could feel the soft, smooth texture of Alice's breasts against his chest. Elva rolled over and pinned her beneath him, indulging in the sensation of the Aries Saintess's soft breasts for a while. Seeing that it was getting late and wondering when Xilian would return, and having had his fill, he sat up, smiling, and reached out to grasp the girl's breasts, playing with them for a moment. He chuckled, "Your Highness, don't tell anyone what happened just now! Otherwise, if people find out, they'll all laugh at you and kick you out of the Saintess Convent!"

Alice turned pale with fright. Having always lived in the Saintess Convent, she had never experienced the harsh realities of the world. Her heart was too pure; she knew nothing of such things. Hearing Elva's words, the thought of being kicked out of the convent and not knowing where to go sent a chill down her spine.

Seeing her bewildered expression, Elva's heart softened. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips, smiling, "Don't worry, as long as you listen to me, I won't tell anyone about this, and you won't be expelled from the Saintess Convent. Will you listen to me?"

The Aries Saintess nodded blankly. As long as she wasn't expelled, listening to Sister Elsa didn't seem like a big deal.

"Now help me get dressed!" Elva found it amusing. He hadn't expected the renowned Aries Saintess to be so easily frightened by his few words. Such a pure and innocent girl was truly one of a kind.

Alice, struggling with her weak body, climbed out of bed, picked up Elva's clothes, and carefully dressed him. She wasn't used to serving others, so her movements were somewhat slow. Elva, however, relaxed and slowly enjoyed this service, occasionally reaching out to pinch her small, rosy nipples, caress her smooth, fragrant buttocks, and lowering his head to kiss her cherry lips, making a point of taking advantage of her.

Alice blushed crimson with embarrassment. After finally helping Elva get dressed, he held her in his arms, passionately sucking her tongue. Then he laid her flat on the bed, covered her with the blanket, and left her naked, staring blankly at the ceiling. Even after he smiled and left the room, she still didn't understand what had happened that day.

Elva didn't go far either, just left Alice's bedroom and lay down on his own bed outside, carefully replaying the passionate encounter with the Aries Saintess.

"Hmm, not bad luck today. I got to tongue rape the Aries Saintess, and also voyeurism and finger rape. Only sodomy is left. When I have a penis… sigh! When will this Yin-Yang curse wear off?"

Elva sighed inwardly, but then he thought, he had already gained quite a bit today. The best part was that the Aries Saintess was so pure and weak, daring not to complain even after being taken advantage of. The days to come would definitely be very interesting!

He sat up excitedly, straightened his clothes, and went outside for a stroll, breathing in the fresh air.

Looking at the clear sky, he suddenly thought, "I was really bold today! I even dared to verbally and physically assault one of the twelve most revered saintesses in the kingdom. I wasn't like this in the previous world. Why was I so impulsive today, and unable to control myself? Hmm, it must be that Aries Saintess is too beautiful, able to arouse men's wolfish desires. No wonder they don't allow men to enter the Saintess's convent; so that's the reason!"

He gradually walked to the grass in the courtyard. In the distance, a small white lamb ran over and rubbed against his legs, looking quite affectionate.

"Huh? What's wrong with this guy? Before, he treated me like a wolf, but today I really transformed into a wolf, and he's become affectionate with me instead." Elva thought in surprise, and in the blink of an eye, he saw more than a dozen little white lambs running from all directions, all crowding around him, vying to nudge him with their heads, as if they were being affectionate.

Seeing their strange behavior, Elva's heart stirred: "Could it be because I slept with the Aries Saintess today, fulfilling their long-held wish, that they're so friendly with me? Or did I drink the Saintess's holy water..."

He immediately chanted an incantation, and instantly, the lambs' feelings flowed into his heart like a spring.

He clearly felt that the lambs' hearts were filled with attachment, as if he were their family.

"It seems my beast-controlling skills have really improved!" Elva muttered to himself in surprise, "So the Saintess's holy water has this effect. If people knew, wouldn't there be people waiting to drink the holy water every day?"

He quickly covered his mouth, looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one had heard him. He then secretly decided that he must keep this secret firmly in his heart. That delicious and magically effective holy water was enough for him alone; he must never let anyone else know this secret!

"All of you, leave! Let me have some peace and quiet." He commanded the lambs in his mind, and like radio waves, the command reached their brains. They obediently ran away, occasionally glancing back at him with reluctance.

"It really works!" Elva thought excitedly, gazing at the sky as if he could see his bright future.

Through this joyful method of training, perhaps before long he would become an excellent beast tamer, organizing a vast army of beasts, ready to sweep across the world!

At dinner, Alice sat silently at the table, head down.

As usual, Elva and Xilian served her meals, but today she didn't speak to them gently as usual. Instead, she kept her head down, not daring to look at Elva.

Xilian was somewhat at a loss, even a little frightened, not understanding why the saintess was acting this way, whether she had begun to dislike them.

After dinner, Alice bathed in the hot springs before going straight to her bedroom to sleep. Elva and Sirien, along with the other nuns, also bathed in the hot springs after dinner, performed their prayers, and prepared for bed.

That night, Sirien lay in bed thinking about the evening's events and couldn't help but whisper to Elva what had happened to the Aries Saintess and why she had behaved so strangely.

Elva was currently pondering what to do, as he was itching to sneak into Alice's bedroom and enjoy her pure, delicate body. However, with Sirien as a third wheel, he worried that any noise from inside might be strange to her.

Just as he was feeling annoyed, hearing Xilian's question, Elva's wicked thoughts took hold. He thought to himself, "Since I'm going to do it with one anyway, doing it with two won't hurt. I might as well drag her into it too, then she won't go around telling everyone!"

Their beds weren't far apart. With a thoughtful expression, Elva climbed onto Xilian's bed, carrying his clothes, and whispered mysteriously in her ear, "The Holy Maiden's behavior has a reason, of course. Let me tell you."

Xilian nodded vigorously, anticipating his explanation.

Elva chuckled to himself, slipped into Xilian's bed, and felt a surge of excitement as his body touched her soft, delicate skin.

They were both only wearing underwear, and the friction between their bodies aroused Elva. He leaned down, embraced Xilian tightly, and kissed her lips forcefully.

Xilian stared wide-eyed in surprise, making soft "mmm" sounds as she tried to push Elva away, but she lacked his strength. He captured her cherry lips and fragrant tongue in his mouth, kissing her wantonly.

After a long while, Elva raised his head, gazing at the girl beneath him.

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, youthful and beautiful. Although she couldn't compare to Alice's otherworldly beauty, she was still a first-rate beauty. If he had found a girlfriend like her in his previous life, he would probably wake up laughing in his dreams.

Xilian breathed heavily, her hands supporting herself on Elva's bare chest. After catching her breath, she asked in confusion, "Sister Elsa, what are you doing? Weren't you going to tell me about the Saintess?"

Elva rolled his eyes and made up a story, "Well, it's like this! The Saintess wants us to train our abilities using a new method. She was thinking about this tonight, which is why she seemed a little distracted."

"A new method of training? What is that?" Xilian asked in confusion.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you. Leave everything to me!" Elva said boldly, then impatiently pressed himself against Xilian's delicate, lotus-like body, lowering his head to kiss her lips deeply.

While kissing Xilian's cherry lips and fragrant tongue, sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth, he reached down to caress the girl's breasts, his other hand slipping inside her panties, directly grasping her genitals and inserting his fingers to tease her desire.

"Ah! Ah..." Xilian moaned softly, her pretty face quickly flushing red, her body trembling slightly, rapidly becoming aroused under Elva's increasingly skilled seduction techniques.

Elva generously used the techniques he had practiced on the saintess on Xilian, making the beautiful girl cry and tremble, soon reaching ecstasy under his magic fingers.

After climaxing, Xilian lay beneath him, panting heavily, her beautiful eyes glazed over, unable to recover for a long time.

Elva straddled her, his legs clamping tightly around the girl's delicate body, and laughed, "How is it? Enjoyable with this cultivation method?"

Xilian breathed weakly, nodding slightly, and exclaimed, "Amazing! As expected of the cultivation method devised by the Holy Maiden, it's so enjoyable!"

Elva's demonic hands continued to caress her smooth, white body, unfastening her white bodice and tossing her panties aside. He himself, wearing only his panties, rode on the girl's slender, naked body, grabbing her pure, beautiful breasts and kneading them wantonly, causing Xilian to cry out in pain. However, because it was the Holy Maiden's order, she dared not resist. After

playing with her breasts for a while, Elva's lust rose, so he simply placed Xilian's two jade-like legs on his shoulders, leaning forward and rubbing his lower body forcefully against the entrance of her garden, kneading her jade breasts and rosy nipples with his hands, occasionally lowering his head to kiss her cherry lips, his tongue engaging in a fierce tongue battle with her smooth, soft tongue.

The three-pronged attack overwhelmed Xilian, an inexperienced virgin. Soon, she couldn't help but scream, her body writhing like a snake as she reveled in the pleasure the Elsa sisters brought her.

Elva's face was sandwiched between Xilian's legs, his lower body rubbing fiercely against her virginity. He thrust into her relentlessly in a normal position, the intense friction quickly causing Xilian to scream and moan, trembling as she clung to Elva. A large amount of nectar gushed from her, staining Elva's panties with a wet patch.

She was ecstatic, while Elva had nowhere to vent his desire. He could only lie on top of her, biting her ear, his teeth clenched in unsatisfied lust, saying, "This cultivation method cannot be told to anyone. The Holy Maiden has decreed that from now on, the cultivation of the three of us must not be uttered to anyone!"

Xilian nodded weakly, too exhausted to speak.

Elva rolled off her naked body, wearing only his panties, and strode towards Alice's bedroom. Xilian stared listlessly at his retreating figure. Though she wanted to call out to him, she quickly realized it must be the saintess's order, so she said nothing more.

In the bedroom, Alice tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

The events of the afternoon lingered in her mind, impossible to shake off. That pleasurable experience was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her more than ten years of girlhood, filling her with confusion and uncertainty about its meaning.

She vaguely heard sounds outside through the door and guessed it must be Elsa and Xilian doing such pleasurable things. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she hugged the blanket tightly over her head, trying to ignore Xilian's moans of pleasure.

The door opened, and Alice looked up in surprise. Seeing Elva enter, a shy glint appeared in her large, bright green eyes.

Elva strode confidently to the bedside, bent down, and lifted Alice's delicate body from the bed. He lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely, his tongue ruthlessly invading hers, sucking on her delicate tongue and greedily swallowing the saintess's saliva.

Alice moaned softly, not resisting. She knew it would be futile; the strength of the Elsa sisters was the greatest in the Aries Palace, and she couldn't possibly resist. Besides, in her pure heart, she vaguely hoped to relive the blissful experience of the afternoon.

Elva chuckled lewdly, his hands roaming over her soft, fragrant body, quickly stripping her naked like a lamb in his arms.

His mouth kissed Alice's fragrant lips and jade cheeks forcefully, gradually moving downwards to kiss her snowy neck and soft breasts. He took the saint's jade breasts into his mouth and sucked on them, his tongue teasing the nipples. His fingers, smeared with the honey of Xilian, skillfully entered the saint's garden, thrusting and kneading.

Alice moaned softly, her delicate voice as melodious as a lark's. Elva's lust surged, and he roughly pushed her down onto the bed, pulled up her fragrant buttocks, and kneaded her back with his tongue. He then bit down hard on the saint's soft, smooth buttocks!

Because she soaked in the hot springs every day, Alice's skin was extremely delicate and tender. Even her buttocks were as smooth as a baby's face. Elva bit her fragrant buttocks, took them into his mouth, and sucked hard, making the saint's snow-white buttocks turn red.

Alice cried out in pain, writhing her hips, but his hand reached out from behind, grasping the girl's crotch, his fingers probing into the saint's garden, kneading her clitoris, causing her to cry and moan, quickly forgetting the pain in her buttocks.

Elva grinned wickedly, straightening up and casually removing his underwear. He lay behind Alice, his hips freely rubbing against her soft, jade-like buttocks, using the saint's body to release his unbearable lust.

The Aries Saintess lay on the bed, her jade-like buttocks raised high, swaying gently, her face buried in the pillow, crying and moaning unconsciously, her mind blurred by the strange techniques of the new nun, almost fainting.

The Aries Saintess let out a soft scream, her pure heart vaguely thinking, "How can this feeling of pleasure be so intense? Could it be... this is what heaven feels like?"

Elva wantonly toyed with the girl's body, flipping her over and, like with Xilian, hoisting her legs onto his shoulders. His face rubbed against her smooth calves, lightly kissing and licking them, his empty hips rubbing fiercely against her garden, as if he were actually having sex with the saintess.

He chuckled lewdly, his excited gaze fixed on Alice's flushed face, his hands tightly gripping her soft breasts, kneading them forcefully. He knew that tonight, the holy and beautiful Aries Saintess would become his best toy, someone he could ravage and enjoy at will, someone from whom he could learn all the mysteries of the female body that aroused his curiosity.

Episode 1: The Nun's Male Body, Chapter 6: Lesbian in the Morning At

dawn, in the most exquisite room of the Aries Palace, on the large bed in the Aries Saintess's bedroom, two beautiful girls slept in

each other's arms, both completely naked. One of them, with a delicate and youthful appearance, was so beautiful it evoked pity. Her long silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her petite, snow-white, naked body nestled in her companion's arms, as if seeking warmth. She was none other than the revered Aries Saintess.

The other had short black hair and a pretty face, though her breasts were underdeveloped, making her appear like a handsome girl. In reality, however, she only appeared as a girl due to an illusion. From mind to body, she was a complete boy, if not for the Yin-Yang Curse that forced her to shrink her penis inside her body.

She opened her eyes, slowly waking up. A boy in the morning should normally be erect and sexually aroused, but her current strange physical condition left her with nowhere to release her desire, causing her to wake up even earlier.

He glanced at the snow-white, naked girl in his arms, swallowing hard. The thought of having slept with the most revered saintess filled him with a surge of accomplishment, making him feel radiant and full of energy. Lying in

bed, he recalled the previous night's events, silently pondering a question he'd long considered: "What would make a transmigration novel's plot believable?"

Now, he knew the answer: lesbianism!

If the protagonist were a psychologically normal man, and upon transforming into a woman's body, didn't succumb to despair, engaging in lesbian relationships with beautiful women would be his inevitable choice.

Of course, most male protagonists in transmigration novels are transformed due to dark desires, meaning their psychology is generally not entirely normal. Therefore, the plots of transmigration novels are incredibly varied, thoroughly satisfying the peculiar psychology of some male protagonists who crave the pleasure of being brutally violated by men.

So, what would become of him? Would he simply continue engaging in lesbian relationships until he died of old age?

Elva shook his head, confident he wouldn't. After all, he was still a man, just with a shrunken penis. Once he had the means, he could sleep with every beautiful woman he wanted, fulfilling his lifelong desire!

The soft moans of the girl in his arms interrupted his thoughts. He lowered his head and gently kissed her cherry lips.

As a man, he enjoyed morning exercises, and Elva was no exception. It would be unbecoming of a man not to enjoy the beautiful, naked girl in his arms. So, he unceremoniously began to grope Alice, wantonly enjoying her sacred body.

Alice felt a ticklish sensation in her sleep. She groped open her eyes and saw a handsome nun lying on top of her, licking her body with her tongue. She cried out in surprise.

Soon, Alice remembered the passionate night before and blushed instantly. Her scream became muffled. She covered her face with her hands, too ashamed to look at him.

Seeing that she was awake, Elva smiled and climbed on top of her delicate naked body, kissing her cherry lips without hesitation, then slipping his tongue inside for a passionate, wet kiss.

Alice cried out softly, trying to push him away, but her body was weak and powerless. His passionate kiss made her feel hot too, and she involuntarily returned his kiss, their kiss passionately intertwined.

Elva fed the Aries Saintess a lot of his saliva. After the long kiss, seeing Alice lying limply on the bed, unable to move, while his desire burned fiercely, he kissed down from Alice's forehead, his long tongue licking her holy and beautiful face, biting and sucking her ear for a long time, then licking down her snowy neck and fragrant shoulders, licking every part of her body, down to her toes.

The Saintess's jade feet were small and lovely, because she bathed in the hot springs many times a day, so they were spotless, crystal white, like the body of an angel.

Elva held her delicate feet in his hands, gently kissing the instep and licking it tenderly. When his tongue reached the snow-white sole, Alice cried out in alarm, "No, it tickles! Sister Elsa, why are you doing this..."

Elva ignored her cries and directly took her small, white toes into his mouth, sucking them gently.

To be able to suck on the saint's toes was an unimaginable stroke of luck for a believer; in fact, no one in the entire kingdom dared to even dream of such a thing. Although Elva wasn't a believer, he felt incredibly fortunate to be able to kiss the toes of such a beautiful girl and to kiss her entire pure body. Heaven had truly been kind to him, even though what Heaven had taken from him was equally important.

His feet rose and rubbed against Alice's pretty face. After days of soaking in the hot springs and thorough nightly baths, and even applying perfume like the nuns, his feet were exceptionally white. He gently rubbed them against her delicate face, playing with her beautiful silver hair, then parted her cherry lips and slipped them into the Aries Saintess's mouth.

Alice was flustered, letting out soft moans. Elva turned around, grinning, and said, "Your Highness, I've already kissed your sacred feet, so you should serve me in the same way, okay?" The

Aries Saintess stared wide-eyed in surprise. Although she felt something was amiss, she instinctively did as he said, taking his clean toes into her cherry-like mouth and carefully licking them, just as he had done to his own feet.

Elva squinted, letting out a comfortable sigh. Her toes were enveloped by the saintess's soft, moist mouth, her small, fragrant tongue gently licking them. It felt like her feet were stepping into paradise.

"Having the saintess lick my toes... it feels so sinful! But the sense of accomplishment seems even greater. In this country, even on the entire continent, I doubt anyone would dare to have such a rebellious thought," Elva thought, filled with both guilt and a sense of accomplishment. Then, she lowered her head and deeply took the fragrant, delicate foot into her mouth.

After licking her toes, Elva climbed back onto Alice's body, her fingers darting about in her garden, her lips whispering in her ear, guiding her to lick her body.

Alice, driven mad with desire by his fingers, panted softly as she obeyed his commands. Her soft, cherry-like lips enveloped his nipple, her delicate tongue swirling across his chest, and she couldn't help but let out a weak moan, for Elva's fingers were simply too nimble.

Elva lay on the bed, basking in the Aries Saintess's oral service. After her chest was licked, Alice, too, reached a morning climax from his fingers, collapsing weakly against him, panting heavily.

Elva removed his hand from her lower body and placed it in her mouth, inviting her to taste the delicious nectar flowing from her. Alice's eyes were glazed as she gently sucked on his fingers, a hint of wantonness mingling with her pure face.

"To make the Saintess so wanton, I must be quite the expert, right? Hmm, with her pure heart, she probably doesn't even know the true meaning of wantonness!" Elva thought smugly, standing up and pulling Alice's silver hair, making her kneel between his legs. He felt incredibly pleased, thinking that the only ones who could make the Saintess bow down to him, besides the Goddess of Life, were himself! Just

as he was about to instruct Alice to lick his body clean with her delicate tongue, Xilian's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Your Highness, the Saintess of the Virgin Palace has sent a message requesting your presence to discuss something."

Alice, her face flushed red, knelt before Elva, her long silver hair rubbing against his inner thigh. She wondered what tricks the Elsa sisters would come up with to torment her this time. Hearing this, she felt as if she had been granted a pardon, grabbed her clothes, and was about to get dressed and leave.

As her maid, Elva naturally helped her dress, occasionally pinching her nipples, touching her vulva, and lightly kissing her long silver hair, nibbling on her ear, making the Aries Saintess's heart flutter. She dressed in disarray, taking a long time to get properly dressed.

After dressing, she knelt on the bed, seeing Elsa's legs spread in front of her. Without thinking, she dazedly crawled between Elva's legs, put on her shoes, and got off the bed. But Elva grabbed her from behind, kneading her breasts, and whispered in her ear with a smile, "My dear, when you come back, come here to see me, kneel down, and kiss my feet, understand?"

Alice looked confused, asking, "Why? Isn't this the highest form of respect only for gods?"

Why do I have to do that? Elva didn't know either. He only knew that he didn't have a penis and couldn't fully penetrate her sacred body, so he had to find balance elsewhere to satisfy the burning desire in his heart.

He was trying to find a reason to explain, but Xilian was urging him from outside, so he had no choice but to let go of Alice, thinking that he would teach her properly when she came back, letting her know the importance of kneeling down and kissing a man's feet.

Alice hurried out, leaving Elva alone on her bed, pondering to himself, "This saintess is truly naive! She's lived in the Aries Palace for ten years and knows nothing of the outside world. She'll believe anything I say, probably because no one has ever dared to lie to her before? That's good. Later, I'll lie to her a little, then scare her a bit, and she'll obediently listen to me and do whatever I ask."

He believed he had completely conquered the Aries saintess, perhaps not quite, but only one final step remained…

His gaze fell to the window, looking at the clear sky outside, excitedly thinking, "Now that I've controlled the Aries saintess, then…" "This Aries Palace should be under my control! Let me think... Now that I'm the master of the Aries Palace, what should I do? Have them issue a proclamation to overthrow the false king and help me ascend the throne? Hmm... that seems a bit too much. Oh well, I'll just enjoy myself here for a year, taking all the beautiful nuns in the Aries Palace as my own and having my fill of fun!"

He smiled as he reminisced about every detail of his encounter with the Aries Saintess the previous night, making plans in his mind, thinking about how to train this pure saintess next time, to make her give him even more pleasure. At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a beautiful young girl walked in, staring blankly at his naked body.

Elva didn't need to look to know it was Xilian, because only he and she dared to enter the saintess's bedroom. It seemed that Alice hadn't taken her with her when she went out, or perhaps she had taken another nun instead.

Xilian walked to the bedside, looked at the naked Sister Elsa, and asked suspiciously, "Sister Elsa, I heard Her Highness crying in the room last night. Did something happen?"

Elva stretched comfortably, yawning, and said, "Didn't she just go out with you? Didn't you ask her?"

Xilian shook her head and said, "I... I didn't dare to ask what happened. Sister Elsa, can you tell me?"

"Well, actually, it's like this. Her Highness came up with a new cultivation method, and I tried it. The effect was really good. She wants me to teach this cultivation method to you. Let's practice it first and see. If it works, we'll try to promote it in the Aries Palace. But she instructed us not to tell anyone before we have results." Elva rambled on, then reached out to Xilian and said, "Xilian, Her Highness has ordered us to cultivate here. Come on to the bed!"

"Here? On Her Highness's bed..." Xilian said in a panic, her pretty face flushing red.

"Come on! Don't disappoint Her Highness." Elva said impatiently, sitting up, grabbing Xilian's hand, pulling her slender waist, and forcefully dragging her onto the bed amidst her gasp, pressing her down on top of him. Soon

, Xilian's nun's robes were removed, the fabric fluttering to the floor like butterflies, stripped bare. He then pressed himself against her, his naked body rubbing against her delicate form, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin.

With Elva's current experience, he quickly made Xilian pant, her long legs clamping tightly around his waist, writhing like a snake, her screams and gasps filling the room. Responding

to her intense reactions, Elva's movements became even more vigorous, sometimes switching hands to insert into Xilian's vagina, taking the previous hand, still wet with her juices, and placing it in her mouth for her to suckle, enjoying the moist touch of her cherry-like lips and the exquisite taste of her tongue licking.

He paid no heed to Xilian's screams, knowing the room was very soundproof and the other nuns wouldn't dare approach without orders, so he wasn't worried about being overheard.

However, there are always exceptions, and soon Elva paid the price for his carelessness.

Outside the Aries Saintess's exquisite bedroom, on a quiet, tree-lined path, a beautiful woman of noble bearing stopped, staring intently at the house before her. Hearing the faint sounds of lewdness emanating from within, a look of surprise crossed her pure and beautiful face.

Inside, Elva and Xilian were engaged in passionate lovemaking, making her scream and moan, a flush of intense excitement rising on Elva's face. Suddenly, with a creak, the door opened!

"Who dares enter Alice's room at this hour?" Elva thought in surprise, but not particularly panicked. After all, the Aries Palace was about to become his domain; no nun could disobey the Aries Saintess, who was now his slave.

He looked up and immediately saw a beautiful woman standing in the doorway. Her gorgeous hair shimmered silver in the sunlight streaming in from the window. He was overjoyed, assuming it was Alice returning. Just as he was about to invite her to bed for some fun, he suddenly fell silent, staring blankly at the beautiful woman.

Although the woman's hair was the exact same color as Alice's, it was styled in a high bun, unlike the straight, smooth long hair of the Aries Saintess.

She was a saint, a fact evident from the style of the crown she wore. However, the crown wasn't woven from the hibiscus he was used to, but from cosmos flowers—those vibrant blossoms, dazzling in Elva's eyes.

Her beauty was breathtaking; Elva simply couldn't believe anyone in the world could be more beautiful. To his astonishment, this beauty bore an uncanny resemblance to Alice. If it weren't for the differences in her demeanor, hairstyle, and crown, he would almost mistake her for Alice herself.

Moreover, the person standing at the doorway wasn't a young girl…

He couldn't discern her age. In the eternally youthful convent of the saints, no one could tell the age of a mature beauty, but he could sense that she was already a woman. Although she was undoubtedly still a virgin, her body exuded the noble charm of a mature woman—a charm he had never seen in any beauty in either of his two lifetimes.

She exuded an aura of purity and nobility. The shadow of her floral crown veiled her face, making her beautiful features appear mysterious. She silently gazed at him, saying nothing.

At that moment, Elva suddenly recalled what he had once heard about the meaning of the cosmos flower: mystery and sublime beauty.

The stunning beauty before him was clearly a saintess. Her status made her proud and self-assured. In the entire Kingdom of Saint Anne, no one disrespected her. From the king down, everyone regarded her as one of the representatives of the goddess of life. The sublime beauty emanating from her almost made Elva jump out of bed, prostrate himself on the ground, and respectfully offer the highest tribute to this holy and beautiful saintess.

Beneath him, Xilian had already woken up, struggling to push him away and climb off the bed, respectfully bowing to the mysterious saintess. Her smooth forehead struck the ground with a "thump-thump" sound.

The stunning beauty's calm gaze fell on Elva. Looking at his naked body, a slight anger rose on her face.

That one glance, as if by magic, completely overwhelmed Elva's inner struggle. An overwhelming sense of guilt instantly consumed him, and tears streamed down his face. He felt deeply the weight of his sins, immediately jumped out of bed, and prostrated himself naked on the ground. Using all fours, he crawled swiftly towards the saintess, his tears leaving a trail of tears on the floor.

Suddenly, the stunningly beautiful woman radiated a radiant light, appearing so holy, like the goddess of life herself. His adoration for her instantly dispelled all other thoughts in Elva's mind. He quickly crawled over, prostrated himself at the saintess's feet, lowered his head, and deeply kissed her pristine feet.

He kissed her deeply, reluctant to lift his head for a long time. In his heart, he felt that only with the utmost respect could he express his reverence for this saintess and his repentance for his sins.

After a long, deep kiss on her smooth, jade-like feet, Elva finally slowly raised her head, looking with awe at the mature beauty exuding holy charm. She noticed a mysterious smile playing on her beautiful face.

Chapter Seven: The Sin of Lust (Volume One, Chapter One: The Female Male Body)

"Sister Elsa and Sister Xilian have committed the sin of lust and must serve hard labor to atone for it!"

The cold, merciless verdict reached Elva and Xilian, who had been brought to another hall. Xilian trembled, collapsed to the ground, and wept uncontrollably.

Elva knelt beside her, also feigning collapse to the ground, crying a few times before raising her head to carefully observe the beautiful, cold-hearted saint above.

She sat high in the main seat of the hall, her beautiful silver hair adorned with a crown of cosmos flowers, her expression utterly cold.

This was her Libra Palace. Two rows of nuns stood on either side of her, all expressionless, beautiful yet inspiring awe.

Elva lowered her head, silently recalling what she had heard before about this saint.

Liborila, the Libra Saintess, was Alice's aunt by blood.

She was more than ten years older than Alice and entered the convent much earlier, yet she became a saint three years later.

When Alice was six, the goddess of life issued a divine decree declaring her the new Aries Saintess. At that time, Liborila was merely a high-ranking nun in the Libra Palace. Three years later, the old Libra Saintess passed away, and the decree was issued, making Liborila the new Libra Saintess.

For a noble family to have two saintesses was practically the highest honor bestowed by the gods. Thus, Liborila and Alice's families quickly became one of the most famous families in the Kingdom of Saint Anne. Even those ancient families with centuries of history treated them with utmost respect, and the king lavishly bestowed titles upon them, making them a powerful new force in the Kingdom of Saint Anne.

Saint Libra was in charge of penal law. When nuns in the convent committed offenses or sins, Saint Libra would announce their punishments. This time, while visiting her niece, she witnessed two nuns engaging in adultery in bed. Enraged, she immediately brought them back to the Libra Palace and announced her punishment.

Elva knelt on the ground, head bowed, mentally assessing the situation: "This Lily… what was her name again? Hmm, too hard to remember, let's just call her Saint Libra. She's Alice's aunt, and there's a proper order of seniority. Besides, given Alice's weak nature, she probably wouldn't dare defy the judgment of Saint Libra, who controls penal law. Hoping she'll save me seems unlikely. This is terrible; it seems there's no other way but to go to hard labor."

Just as he thought, he and Xilian were quickly led away from the main hall by several nuns carrying out the punishments, to work in a quarry behind the Libra Palace.

Behind Libra Palace stands a small hill covered in pure white stones. From a distance, the entire mountain range appears as if it's blanketed in snow. The Convent of St. Mary was built using these stones, though some have been removed over the years.

Standing on the quarry nestled in the hillside, Elva looked out and saw nearly a hundred nuns diligently working, using various tools to knock the white stones down from the mountain, placing them in baskets on their backs, and then carrying them to trucks in the distance. The trucks would then transport these stones elsewhere to be used as building materials for constructing the various facilities within the Convent of St. Mary.

Watching the beautiful women toiling away at such heavy labor, Elva was filled with righteous indignation and roared in a low voice, "This is too much! How can they treat them like this? They are so thin and weak, what if they get exhausted?"

Xilian nestled beside him and cried out softly, "Don't cry anymore. We are all sinners. It is already a blessing from the Goddess that we have been able to come here to atone for our sins and not be expelled from the Convent!"

Elva turned to look at her beautiful eyes and saw only sorrow and confusion in them. It seemed that she did not blame him at all.

"This silly woman probably still doesn't know why she was caught here. She's probably still confused about why the cultivation methods taught to us by the Aries Saintess were considered a sin of lust by the Libra Saintess. But with the intelligence of a fanatical believer like her, she probably doesn't dare to think about which saintess was wrong. She can only think that she was born sinful. Such a good believer, I want one too. Someday I'll become a goddess or a saintess, bastard! I'm a man, why would I want to be a goddess?" Elva thought to herself, and under the guidance of the nun in charge of supervising the sinners' work, she got a basket to carry on her back and then helped the nuns carry white stones.

As he worked, he secretly observed the beautiful nuns. Although they were frail, they all worked diligently, none slacking off, even without supervision. In their eyes, their transgressions at the Convent were already a grave sin, and being sent here by the Libra Saint to atone for their sins was an extraordinary blessing. Even dying here from exhaustion was far better than being expelled from the Convent and bringing shame upon their families.

After working for a while, carrying such heavy stones, Elva felt somewhat tired.

His habit was to slack off whenever possible, never wanting to overwork himself. Initially, unsure of the situation, he could only work hard. After a while, he noticed that the sinful nuns were working spontaneously, as if trying to exhaust themselves, while the nuns from the Libra Palace who were in charge of them kept their distance, not noticing who was slacking off. If he didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity to rest, he wouldn't be Elva.

So, the stones in Elva's basket were immediately reduced by half. He leisurely walked to the cart, and seeing no one was around, dumped the remaining half-full basket of stones onto the cart. Then, he strolled back to his back, picked up a few more stones, and walked towards the cart, walking with such ease that he treated this arduous labor as a leisurely after-dinner walk.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in. Before Elva could even turn around, a sharp "crack" came from his side, and a sharp pain shot through his waist. Elva screamed and fell to the ground. The stones on his body rolled out of the basket and forward, hitting him, making him dizzy. He clutched his injured waist, curled up in a ball, and groaned in pain.

Beside him stood the noble Libra Saintess, a long leather whip in her hand, her face contorted with rage.

She coldly barked, "How dare you! You've committed the sin of lust, and you dare not atone for it? Your crime is compounded!" With that, she lashed out again, tearing Elva's clothes and leaving a deep welt on his back.

Elva writhed in pain, clutching his back, but the Libra Saintess's anger hadn't subsided. She lashed him twice more on the thigh, shouting, "Get up and get to work! If you dare slack off again, you'll be severely punished!"

Elva groaned in agony, barely managing to rise. He limped towards the rocky hill, the whip wounds burning with pain, making him want to collapse after every few steps and never get up again.

But the Libra Saintess remained behind him, whip in hand, her gaze like a knife piercing his back, making his wounds throb with pain. Elva knew that if he slowed down even a little, the Libra Saintess would rush over and whip him to the ground!

To avoid being unjustly whipped, Elva could only quicken his pace, the pain from his wounds aggravated by each step. He had never endured such a brutal whipping in his life, and he gritted his teeth inwardly.

"Stop!" A clear, cold voice came from behind. Elva immediately stopped, hearing the Libra Saintess shout behind him, "Take off your shoes and atone for your sins barefoot!"

"Ah? Walk barefoot on this ground?" Elva looked down at the pebbles, his heart trembling. Wouldn't it hurt terribly to walk barefoot on them?

But the female fiend behind him terrified him even more. He quickly took off his shoes, threw them into his basket, and strode forward, knowing that if he slowed down even a little, the whip would come down!

He squatted beside a nun who was sweating profusely as she quarried stones, inwardly grumbling, "What kind of saint is this? She's practically a demon! She wields a whip so skillfully, is she a sadist?"

Having filled a basket to the brim with stones, Elva slung it over his shoulder and strode on, his body aching, but he dared not slow his pace.

Seeing his fear, the Libra Saintess snorted coldly and patrolled the quarry with her whip, checking who dared to slack off and atone for their sins.

Elva's bare feet quickly developed blisters on the gravel. Prince Edward, it seemed, wasn't exactly a hardworking young man either; his delicate feet couldn't withstand such torment. Soon, the blisters burst, blood flowing out and staining the white gravel crimson.

The Libra Saintess watched him from afar, noticing the bloody footprints in his path. A hint of pleasure flickered across her cold, beautiful face as she coldly walked away, whip in hand.

Even after she left, Elva dared not slack off. Who knew when this sadistic saintess would sneak up and whip him again? So, he worked tirelessly that day, barely having time to catch his breath. At

lunchtime, he finally stopped to rest, sitting in the quarry's open space, huddled with the nuns who had made mistakes, eating coarse food that was hard to swallow. He had no choice but to force himself to eat, otherwise he wouldn't have the strength to work in the afternoon. Xilian sat beside

him, timidly eating, her face still showing fear and confusion, as if she didn't understand why she had ended up in such a state.

Elva ate his food, forcing himself to chat with the nuns. Several nuns nearby struck up a conversation with him; apparently, they had all committed minor offenses, such as not praying promptly or wasting food. After being discovered by the Libra Saint, they had been brought here to work as penance. Each person's sentence varied in length, and upon completion, they would be evaluated. If they behaved well, they might be able to return to the vicinity of the Twelve Zodiacs and continue their spiritual practice at the convent. If they behaved poorly, they might be expelled from the convent by the Libra Saint, and the pain of losing their honor would be unbearable.

Elva hoped the Libra Saint would expel him from the convent quickly to avoid further whippings and hard labor, but since the Libra Saint hadn't spoken, he could only endure his suffering here until his term of hard labor was over.

"Strange? Why do they have sentences, but Xilian and I haven't heard of any?" A sudden thought struck Elva, and she broke out in a cold sweat. "Could it be that the Libra Saintess hates us lesbian nuns and wants to lock us up here for life until we die from exhaustion?"

The thought of this tragic prospect sent chills down Elva's spine. But before she could think any further, lunchtime had passed, and she could only drag her aching body to work with the nuns.

By the afternoon, the whip marks seemed to have lessened, but the pain in her feet was becoming increasingly intense. Some of the sharp pebbles on the ground had cut numerous wounds on her feet, drawing blood and leaving crimson footprints on the ground.

Only nuns who had committed serious sins were sentenced to walk barefoot on the gravel to atone for their sins. Elva endured this ordeal all afternoon, her feet bleeding profusely and in so much pain that she could barely walk.

Seeing a tall, pretty girl with short hair carrying a large basket on her back, her feet bleeding, struggling to walk on the gravelly road, the nuns all showed expressions of pity. However, no one dared disobey the Libra Saintess's orders, and could only watch helplessly as Elva struggled in agony.

Finally, when it was time to rest for the night, Elva heard the supervising nuns calling them to dinner. Exhausted, he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Several beautiful nuns came and helped him up, letting him sit by the roadside to rest for a while.

Elva clenched his teeth, refusing to let his tears fall. He couldn't believe he had fallen into such a miserable state. The first day was already so difficult; in a few more days, he feared he would be tortured to death by the Libra Saintess!

Two nuns rushed over and cast a healing spell on him, kneeling at his feet and devoutly reciting a prayer, asking the Goddess of Life to grant him strength.

A holy light surged from their bodies, and brilliant orbs of light rose from their hands, flying towards Elva's feet. Elva instantly felt a cool sensation on her feet, and the excruciating pain in her feet immediately subsided. The wounds scabbed over, and the bleeding stopped.

"Is this the legendary healing technique of the followers of the Goddess of Life?" Elva thought in surprise. "This is indeed a very useful skill. If I learn it, after escaping the convent, I can use this technique to make a living as a doctor. At least I can heal myself, instead of having to endure my injuries like I did today."

He looked down at his tattered clothes, ravaged by the whip, and felt a deep sense of desolation. "Forget it! In my current state, I don't even know how many days I have left to live. The Libra Saintess is really ruthless! Does she have to torture me to death before she's satisfied?"

Another nun came from afar carrying a basin and poured the hot spring water on Elva's feet to speed up the healing of his wounds.

The pain in his feet quickly subsided. Elva stood up, thanked the nuns who had helped him in his neutral voice, and then dragged his tired body to dinner with the nuns.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/37248.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=37248&aspx=1

Previous Page : The Convent of Saintess, Episodes 21-26 (Total 26 Episodes) Author: Wind Howling

Next Page : The Convent of Saintess, Episodes 6-10 (Total 26 Episodes) Author: Wind Howling