Chapter 23 : The Seventeenth Night : Attack!

Education and training, devoted love…

This reproductive instinct is ingrained in the genes of all living beings.

After countless acts of human reproduction through generations, it has now evolved into an art form.

Generally speaking, there’s every kind of play imaginable, no matter how much it costs.

XPs are blooming everywhere, from the elegant art of bondage… down to piston movements involving lizards, and even car exhaust pipes.

And what’s currently before Lilith is the act of performing various blasphemous acts upon the pure holy maiden chosen by the gods—in front of the statue of a god.

The thrill of defiling the immaculate!

Isn’t this also a kind of cuckolding…

And isn’t it also a form of art!

Oh… no, it’s the holy maiden of a god who wants to defile herself, this weak, pitiful, helpless little vampire princess.

Did I get something wrong?

Lilith remembers that even after being trained by her for a long time, Seraphiel was still a cute girl who would blush shyly when touched and fondled…

It seems these ten years of being single have truly starved her.

But thinking about it, when she and Seraphiel parted ways, the girl was around sixteen, and ten years have passed, so she’s almost thirty.

Unlike her own eternally fourteen-year-old appearance.

Although just looking at Seraphiel’s appearance, there are no traces of being affected by time…

But as the saying goes, “thirty as a wolf.”

Lilith can also understand Seraphiel’s restless lust when she sees her.

She doesn’t particularly dislike obsessive women who like her.

But the premise of doing it… is that two people do it together.

Doing it now, wouldn’t it be equivalent to… her making love with a meaningless mass of water?

Although there’s a sense of déjà vu, like a long-distance relationship where people comfort each other with small tools while talking on the phone.

But Lilith feels that Seraphiel just wants to unilaterally play with her.

Seraphiel isn’t the type to watch her from a thousand miles away and then perform magic on herself.

She only felt something when touched by Lilith… In the past, when Lilith wasn’t home, Seraphiel wouldn’t even touch the large collection of “fun tools” in the house.

“I refu… ugh—”

Before Lilith could voice her refusal, long tentacles, materialized from water elements, wrapped around Lilith’s delicate body.

“Tentacle monster.”

The words spoken by Seraphiel caused the surrounding water to change according to her will.

The slippery transparent tentacles instantly lifted Lilith’s tiny body.

The tentacles bound Lilith’s hands and then snaked under Lilith’s wide nun’s skirt.

The tentacles that entered from the neckline coiled around the little vampire princess’s modest “buns” and continuously writhed.

The nun’s habit, which Lilith had coerced Seraphiel into putting on her back at the orphanage, was instantly thrown into disarray.

This time, Lilith was soaking wet and slippery, inside and out, with fluid.

“You! Let go of me!”

This scoundrel! She’s using the elemental transformation magic that she herself taught her, against her!

“Hehe, no.”

Seraphiel gently pinched Lilith’s slightly annoyed little face, her own face full of infatuated expression.

“You used to torment me in this way quite a lot. Why can’t I do it now that it’s my turn?”

“Speaking of which, you’re still the teacher. I’ve pretty much mastered it now.”

“Oh, I suddenly remembered a report. You and the Inquisition nuns encountered… you also used this magic to hang those girls up in the hospital, right…”

“You even spanked each and every one of their butts…”

“…” Feeling Seraphiel’s tone suddenly turn cold, Lilith was too embarrassed to speak.

“Th-that… that was just to punish them a little bit… after all, they interrupted my good time…”

“Hmph, interrupted your cozy moment with other girls, huh.”

Seraphiel snorted coldly, then snapped her fingers.

The tentacles, at Seraphiel’s will, forcibly pried open Lilith’s tightly closed legs and lifted them upwards.

The wide nun’s skirt finally could no longer conceal Lilith’s two fair, slender legs.

Her legs spread in a V-shape, everything beneath Lilith was exposed without a hint of cover, right before Seraphiel’s eyes.

“Why so quiet now?”

Seraphiel leaned closer to Lilith; their posture now was as if Seraphiel had both of Lilith’s small legs resting on her shoulders.

A sensual atmosphere spread through this sanctuary, which should have been filled with a divine aura.

“I know it’d be easy for you to break free… but you’re not.”

Seraphiel bit Lilith’s earlobe, whispering softly next to the slightly reddened lobe of the one she loved.

“Can I assume… that while you refuse with your mouth, your body is very much anticipating and honest?”

Lilith pouted, turning her head away, her reluctant expression only making Seraphiel even more excited.

No wonder Lilith used to always make her pretend to be half-consenting.

So that’s where the fun is.

“Then… Lilith, same old rule.”

Seraphiel extended a finger and held it up to Lilith.

“One.”

Lilith looked disdainful, thinking, Is that all?

“Two.”

Lilith smiled indifferently, feeling underestimated.

And so, Seraphiel made a fist.

Lilith: “?”

Wait! Didn’t she skip too many steps?

Even if she wouldn’t be “broken,” putting a whole fist in would be pure torture!

She’s so tiny, how could she be so cruel?

“No… no, it’ll hurt… at least be gentle…”

“Seraphiel… have you not done this in too long, have you forgotten that you and I… always had plenty of foreplay?”

“It’ll… break me…”

“If you dare… I’ll never let you touch me again!”

Seraphiel looked at Lilith, who was feigning a pitiful pose, and smiled, withdrawing her fist.

She just wanted to scare Lilith, that little vampire who was always so arrogant.

It used to always be her begging Lilith for mercy; now it was finally Lilith’s turn to back down!

Seraphiel felt incredibly satisfied.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to torment you that much.”

With that, Seraphiel’s face pressed against Lilith’s small leg, which was encased in white stockings.

Feeling the person in front of her tremble slightly from her touch, her true body, a thousand miles away, almost couldn’t hold back.

It felt like with just Lilith’s legs… Seraphiel could play for a lifetime.

Seraphiel’s cheek continuously slid downwards along the curve of her leg.

Then she saw Lilith’s last layer of “seal.”

It was a bit of an eyesore.

The tentacles directly pulled off the last bit of modesty covering Lilith’s lower body.

White panties flew through the air.

A familiar scene was reflected in Seraphiel’s eyes.

It hadn’t changed at all.

But just as Seraphiel was about to delve deeper, her gaze caught sight of… Lilith, who seemed to be offering no resistance…

A mischievous grin flashed across her face.

Then, she felt as if she’d been electrocuted, instantly collapsing in front of Lilith’s wide-open body.

Seraphiel’s water element avatar seemed to be affected by something; its entire form became unstable.

It looked like it could dissipate at any moment, turning back into pure spring water.

“I taught you this a long time ago, didn’t I?”

Lilith couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“For this kind of thing, both people have to enjoy it.”

“Slime! Attack B-point!”

Meanwhile, in a tent a thousand miles away.

Inside an altar surrounded by divine runes, Seraphiel was leaning forward, trembling all over, almost collapsing completely onto the ground.

She clutched desperately at the skirt beneath her, trying to stop the sticky substance that was relentlessly climbing up her thigh.

Seraphiel, who had just been meditating and controlling her remote avatar, realized something was wrong, but… it was clearly too late.

The slime, controlled by Lilith, had already devoured the clothing protecting her lower body.

“Ugh… no…”