“Damnation!
The Saintess and the wicked, debauched vampire are locked in battle!
Within this glorious Holy Sanctuary, dedicated to the gods… the Saintess fought with all her might but could not prevail.
So powerful! Dominant! Unstoppable! Merely by controlling a single slime, she utterly defeated the Saintess, leaving her disarmed and humiliated.
This white-haired, red-eyed vampire loli, who has conquered countless hearts over the years! How can she possibly be defeated? Who could ever be her match?
Even the Supreme Saintess, who rules over the Eastern Church… could only, beneath the slime controlled by that evil vampire, bitterly gush out scorching liquid from within herself.
The Saintess could not rise again.
“…Hah… Hah…”
Seraphiel’s breathing was ragged, her tongue slightly protruding from between her lips, her aquamarine eyes seemingly veiled in a mist, hazy and dazed…
Her body lay collapsed on the ground, uncontrollably twitching and trembling, as if truly driven mad by the vampire’s torment…
Seraphiel took a long time to recover from the lingering sensations.
After so many years… that feeling of utter exhaustion after intense passion… once again enveloped Seraphiel’s body and mind.
The only difference was that after the sublime afterglow… now they were separated, and there was no soft, fragrant vampire princess to hold and comfort her.
But it was also fortunate that Lilith wasn’t with her right now.
The sacred runes scattered around the altar, which had previously glowed with blue light, were now completely extinguished.
The brief lapse in concentration had caused the connection Seraphiel had established with her distant avatar through the sacred runes to completely break.
However, it was precisely because the link between the two places disappeared that Lilith’s power could not be projected back.
This allowed Seraphiel a moment to catch her breath…
Otherwise, given Lilith’s mischievousness, after Seraphiel had threatened her like that, Lilith would certainly not have given her any time to rest… she would have seized the opportunity to send her to the peak multiple times in a row, making her cry and beg for forgiveness…
Seraphiel couldn’t help but recall the humiliating scenes from the past where she would cry out “no, no” and then weepingly beg for mercy beneath Lilith.
She had thought that after so many years… she wouldn’t lose control like that again…
Seraphiel bit her lip, her face flushed, then nervously glanced outside the tent, sighing with relief only after confirming that her recent commotion had not attracted the attention of the duty-bound sisters.
To be honest… the overwhelming pleasure just now had almost shattered Seraphiel’s rationality; she nearly lost control and cried out wantonly…
Fortunately, she hadn’t completely disgraced herself as a Saintess… preventing her subordinates from hearing her overly lewd cries…
Otherwise, Seraphiel… probably wouldn’t be able to look her loyal sisters in the eye tomorrow.
Seraphiel took a deep breath and looked down at her lower body.
The hem of her once pristine priestly robe was almost soaked through… a large amount of liquid was splattered all over the altar…
She wasn’t sure if it was liquid left after the slime dissipated, or if it was her own…
It was… just like she had lost control of her bladder…
Seraphiel looked at the small puddle spreading beneath her and thought how utterly embarrassing her appearance must be at this moment.
If someone were to stumble upon her…
Unable to imagine it, Seraphiel hurriedly straightened up, dragging her somewhat weak legs, and began to clean up the “accident scene.”
As the Saintess of the Great Master of Wind and Water Elements, cleaning these liquids was naturally easy for her.
But watching the mixture of water and her own bodily fluids turn into vapor under her hands…
Seraphiel still felt an inexplicable wave of shame.
It was only then that the Saintess realized…
If she couldn’t find a way to dominate Lilith in bed, even if she kept Lilith by her side… she would never gain the upper hand…
When she returned… she would undoubtedly be “stir-fried” by Lilith in the Holy Sanctuary…
Just thinking about the scene made Seraphiel’s legs tremble slightly.
She felt something else flowing down between her legs…
And then… knowing Lilith’s personality, she would surely call Seraphiel a useless woman who couldn’t satisfy her desires… and then use that as an excuse to climb into other women’s beds.
A miscalculation…
Is there any way to practice those skills?
But as the dignified Saintess, where would she find the channels or places to practice those kinds of skills!
However, her body’s sensitivity was something Seraphiel couldn’t avoid or suppress…
Perhaps she could inquire about spells that dull emotions.
It seemed the Elves maintained their humanity over long lifespans by dulling their emotions.
Coincidentally, there were many Elves among the allied forces on the border against the Ideal Kingdom, as the Elves had contained the spread of the Ideal Kingdom for the past eight hundred years…
Perhaps she should find an opportunity to speak with them.
Seraphiel was changing out of her drenched priestly robes, pondering countermeasures against Lilith.
She then summoned a warm breeze, hoping to dry the discarded robes quickly to avoid her attending sisters noticing anything amiss.
This felt even more shameful…
Like a child who had wet the bed and was secretly drying their sheets to hide it from their parents.
After becoming the Saintess, Seraphiel had rarely encountered such an embarrassing situation.
After reaching the peak of shame, extreme anger followed.
Embarrassed and enraged, Seraphiel, after completely cleaning up the scene, reactivated the sacred runes.
To prevent Lilith from causing trouble, Seraphiel even encrypted and modified the connection frequency, ensuring Lilith wouldn’t crack the communication network so quickly.
The furious Saintess then connected to the monastery on the other side of the world.
“Lilith! You…”
The water avatar once again materialized within the Holy Sanctuary, enveloped in divine light.
But Seraphiel, who had intended to loudly scold that scoundrel vampire, froze in stunned silence.
What met her eyes was a small figure, completely unclad, quietly immersed in the sacred spring.
Her silver hair fanned out on the water’s surface.
On the girl’s skin, as delicate as mutton-fat jade, were colorful flecks of light reflecting from the rippling water.
The light of the sanctuary, at this moment, seemed to be overshadowed by the pure white girl’s breathtaking charm.
Though her appearance was still that of a girl who hadn’t fully matured, and her figure was unremarkable… she possessed a rare charm in the world.
As if anyone who gazed upon her would be unconsciously drawn in and subdued.
This girl, who seemed to have fallen to the mortal realm from the silver moon illuminating the night, was practically an incarnation of the Moon Goddess.
Even Seraphiel couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious now.
It seemed the person before her was even more suited for this holy, unblemished place than she was.
The water rippled, and the girl seemed to notice the other figure that had suddenly appeared in the sanctuary.
In the instant their captivating, enchanting red eyes met.
Seraphiel’s heart seemed to stop.
She felt time disappear at that moment.
A drop of water, sliding from the girl’s collarbone, seemed to fall directly onto Seraphiel’s heart.
She simply gazed at her, entranced.
Until the end of eternity.
“Damn it, you didn’t just short-circuit me, did you?”
“…”
The moment the girl spoke, all the beautiful filters collapsed with a crash.
Like a dream…
Seraphiel’s mouth twitched.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me it’s that bad? This was just once? You still haven’t recovered? It took you so long to reconnect… Aren’t you even weaker than before? And with this level, you were just thinking of monopolizing me? Oh, little Saintess, how laughable.”
Lilith placed her hands on her slippery, slender waist, continuing to provoke the grim-faced Saintess.
“It’s fine, two minutes is pretty impressive, actually… giggles… What a pathetic Saintess.”
“Lilith! Get out!”
“Alright, I’m going!”
“Wait! Get back here! You’re not even dressed! Where do you think you’re going?”
“Is it any of your business? I’ll show whoever I want to show!”
“You! You!”
On the first day of their reconciliation, Seraphiel was practically fuming.
It was hard to imagine how arduous their time together would be in the long years to come…