Seraphiel’s sensitive areas were subjected to intense stimulation.
Under the relentless assault of that viscous substance, a blush-inducing moan escaped from between her lips.
But she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, desperate to prevent the moans—utterly unbecoming of a saintess—from reaching the ears of the nuns standing guard outside the tent.
A saintess must not make sounds like those of a courtesan in a house of pleasure.
Even though the nuns loyal to her outside wouldn’t think much of it if they heard—perhaps assuming the saintess simply had desires to vent—doing such a thing in a setting that would decide the fate of the world would undoubtedly tarnish her saintly dignity.
Seraphiel didn’t care too much about her saintess identity… but until she was ready to completely throw it aside and declare to the world that she was done being a saintess, it was better to avoid unnecessary complications.
Moreover, until she fully had Lilith’s heart in her grasp, this identity still had its uses.
For instance, in reconciling with Lilith now, if it weren’t for the power and influence her saintess status afforded her, that despicable vampire woman would likely have fled the moment she saw her…
“Mmm… ah… ngh…”
Seraphiel bit down hard on her fingers, the muffled whimpers in her throat rising and falling with the trembling of her body.
Her current posture was far from elegant.
She was sprawled awkwardly on the ground, her full hips raised high, as if inviting someone to take her from behind.
Even the voluminous white priestly robes couldn’t conceal her breathtakingly curvaceous figure.
At twenty-six, she was like a perfectly ripened fruit, ready to burst with juice at the slightest squeeze.
“Lilith… you monster…”
Seraphiel’s gaze fell on the empty water jug on the nearby table and the trail of water stains leading from it.
In such a short time, Lilith had not only reverse-engineered but also infiltrated the channel constructed with complex holy runes, projecting her power from afar just as Seraphiel could…
As expected, a legendary being couldn’t be measured by ordinary standards…
Thankfully, there was only a small amount of liquid nearby, enough to target only her lower body…
Otherwise, Seraphiel could hardly imagine whether she could still suppress the sounds threatening to spill from her lips if those slimes controlled by Lilith were to assail her from all directions…
Seraphiel could feel the slime constantly shifting its form, employing techniques that stirred vivid memories.
Kneading, pinching, teasing… in… out…
Seraphiel’s consciousness was on the verge of losing control over the water avatar in the sanctuary.
“Lilith… you… stop…”
“Heh, weren’t you acting all bold just a moment ago?”
Lilith looked down, her own avatar projecting the disheveled state of Seraphiel’s body.
Gazing at Seraphiel’s flushed face and misty eyes as she lay prostrate before her, Lilith’s feigned submissive demeanor shifted back to her usual arrogant, domineering expression.
After all these years, this girl was still so helplessly weak under her touch.
Then again, Seraphiel had only been “trained” by her for a little over two years, hardly comparable to a seasoned veteran of the battlefield of love like herself, who never slacked off.
Your sensitive spots? I remember every single one of them crystal clear!
“What’s that? Weren’t you just acting all high and mighty, wanting to ravish me?”
“A few stirs, and you’re already done for?”
“Pathetic, huh? Weakling.”
Lilith freed one leg from the tendrils’ grasp and pressed it against the face of Seraphiel’s avatar.
Her soft, jade-like foot, with toes as round and lustrous as pearls, gently brushed against the saintess’s lips.
“If you can’t handle it, just apologize properly to your big sister, and I’ll reward an obedient child~”
“Maybe I’ll even let you kiss my little foot?”
Tch, she’s really grown bold.
Back then, she used to call me “Sister Lilith” so sweetly.
But now, she actually wanted to seize the upper hand… to flip the tables and dominate her.
Heh, trying to take the lead over her? That wasn’t going to be so easy.
“Come on, Vier~ Don’t you want your big sister’s reward?”
Lilith’s provocative and highly insulting taunt sent Seraphiel into a fiery rage.
“What a joke! You little brat, by all accounts, I should be the big sister now! Ngh…!”
As Seraphiel stubbornly held her ground, the slime’s movements grew even more intense, but she still gritted her teeth, refusing to yield.
Over the years, Seraphiel had fantasized more than once about pinning Lilith down, making that infuriating little vampire whimper and call her “big sister.”
How could she fall here?!
“Oh?”
Lilith felt the tendrils binding her grow stronger again, marveling that Seraphiel could withstand her onslaught.
“Fine, then let’s have a little contest, Seraphiel. Let’s see who gives in first. The loser becomes the little sister.”
“Bring it on! Today, I’ll make you beg for mercy to your big sister!”
“Heh, stinky little sister. Remember, you’re the challenger!”
As the tendrils became active again, a faint blush crept onto Lilith’s cheeks.
Hmph… bickering aside, she was still going to enjoy herself.
She just wondered if Seraphiel had honed her skills over the years…
In the sanctuary blessed by the gods, a battle to determine the pecking order of their “family” began.
From the depths of Lilith’s slender throat came a low, pleased moan.
“…”
The statue of the Elemental Sovereign, seemingly watching over everything, appeared to have no objections.
Outside the sanctuary, Selunia, ever vigilant of the noises within, thought she faintly heard the cries of that detestable, vulgar vampire.
But the sanctuary’s soundproofing was excellent. Even with her ear pressed against the door, she couldn’t make out what was happening inside.
She was deeply worried that the vampire might have offended Her Holiness, the Saintess.
Yet, the Saintess had specifically instructed her to guard the door, and Seraphiel’s nature wouldn’t allow her to disobey her lady’s orders.
So, she could only wait anxiously outside.
Still, even if the Saintess were attacked by that vampire, the Saintess here was merely a projection from a distant place.
At the very least, there was no need to worry about the Saintess truly coming to harm.
Besides, this was the divine sanctuary of the gods.
No matter how strong that vampire was, she could never be a match for the Saintess!
Perhaps what she was hearing now was that vampire begging for mercy under the Saintess’s righteous punishment for her insolence.
Hmph, a mere vampire.
How could she compare to the unparalleled authority of the Saintess?
That wretched vampire probably couldn’t even get close to Her Holiness!
The Saintess must have beaten her to her knees!
And humiliated her thoroughly!
Seraphiel shook her head, resuming her dutiful watch at the door, trying not to dwell on what was happening inside the sanctuary.
But as a breeze carried fallen leaves past her, the young nun thought she faintly heard the Saintess’s cries…
Yet, when she strained to listen, the sound vanished.
Perhaps it was just her imagination…
Seraphiel’s avatar, under one final breach, completely lost its connection to her main body.
Lilith stood naked in the temple that belonged solely to the Saintess.
She raised her dripping fist triumphantly.
Today’s victory, as expected, belonged to Lilith.
“…”
I’m sorry for not making Sister Lilith go all out — Isis Saint Karonna Seraphiel.
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