A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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Then, the one in front kissed her directly, and the little snake became entangled with her.

The one behind her pressed his body against Santa Karina, and the three of them formed a sandwich shape.

"Hey, Sister Saint Karina, let's play a game, shall we? Just doing this is too boring. I promised you I would make it up to you."

"what game?"

Saint Karina was somewhat wary; what was interesting to Esther might not be good for her.

"Heh~ Of course it's entertainment. My clone will criticize your butt, Sister Saint Karina. You have to remember how many times. Then my main body will write something in your palm. If you guess right, you'll get a reward; if you guess wrong, you'll be punished."

Esther stared at Saint Karina; she had no right to refuse.

"Are you ready, Sister Saint Karina? The game is about to begin."

Her fingers lifted Saint Karina's chin, breaking the bridge that pulled her out of the Milky Way, and her rosy face was now a little further away.

"First of all, in order to prevent Sister Saint Karina from cheating and peeking at the answers written on her palm, we must take some necessary precautions."

She took out a piece of black cloth, which she had taken from Esther.

Sometimes, a piece of close-fitting fabric can be used as an eye mask. The two sponge areas that hold the headlights in place can block out the light, and the light-blocking effect is better than any thin strip of fabric.

Most importantly, it's also very erotic, allowing you to flirt while playing the game.

An ambiguous atmosphere ignited. Although Esther's clothes were still intact, she was sweating profusely in an indescribable place, soaking the fabric beneath her, which consisted of three lines that were not on the same straight line but connected end to end.

"Don't be scared, Sister Saint Karina. Stick your butt out properly, okay? Because the game has to continue."

After losing sight of her, Santa Karina became somewhat embarrassed and uneasy.

Although it wasn't exactly a struggle, the range of his body movements was quite significant.

Even a bad woman would feel embarrassed if she were bent over and spanked.

"Snapped."

A slap landed, rubbing against the still-moving Saint Karina. She immediately froze, as a barrage of attacks was about to begin.

The force wasn't enough to injure Santa Karina, but she could clearly feel the pain.

There were sixteen slaps in total, and then the person in front, just as the last slap landed, took Saint Karina's hand and began to write on her palm.

"Sister Saint Karina, now it's time to guess the word~ By the way, like I said before, this will help you remember how many times you got spanked, because the number of spanks is the number of strokes in the word~"

"Is it a tool?"

Saint Karina was quite perceptive of subtle details; despite the limitations of the strokes, she quickly guessed the character.

"As expected of Sister Saint Karina, even after hitting so many times, she could still count how many hits she got while feeling ashamed, and guess the correct answer~"

Esther praised her without reservation.

"Then, let's reward this character."

She licked her lips, seemingly with the same serious attitude a student would have towards a teacher, as she was blindfolded and bent over to attend class. Saint Karina was very satisfied.

The love was so intense it had solidified into black. If Saint Karina saw Esther's eyes now, she would definitely not continue playing this game, but would run away immediately.

Because whenever Esther revealed that savage, predatory look in her eyes, whether it was a reward or a punishment, it was an unforgettable experience for Saint Karina.

For example, the first time I used the double-headed magic tool, I used it many times after that. However, the magic tool is not just one type. The sizes and shapes are different, and there are many styles such as smooth surface, curved surface, threaded surface and textured surface.

Each time, Santa Karina experiences back pain and muscle soreness that surpasses any exercise or workout.

Rather than using divine artifacts, Saint Karina prefers to enjoy the pleasures of crafting or wearing the Holy Sword.

After all, using healing magic to treat unspeakable things is still very shameful and embarrassing.

Saint Karina is very thin-skinned, so she prefers to be the giver of happiness rather than the receiver, because that way the embarrassing scenes won't be hers, but others', and she can enjoy seeing others embarrassed.

"Sister Saint Karina, the reward is coming!"

A playful lilt rose as Esther's kiss landed on the black cloth covering Saint Karina's eyes. Then, her little serpent instantly breached Saint Karina's defenses, sending something inside.

It was round, like a candy, and had a sweet and fragrant taste. It rolled right to the bottom.

"Cough cough cough... What did you feed me?"

Saint Karina coughed, the sudden sensation of swallowing a hard object was unpleasant. The object was not small, at least the size of a lollipop, and the little spirit snake's innate water magic power was not enough.

Her throat is still very sore, and she's also worried that it might not be a good thing.

“Of course it’s good stuff. Sister Saint Karina’s doubtful tone really hurt Esther. How could I possibly give Sister Saint Karina something bad to eat?”

Esther spoke tenderly, her sickly expression even more frightening than before.

"This thing is a reward, right? It's something that will make Saint Karina feel no pain, and afterwards, she'll only experience endless pleasure. As for how good it is, Saint Karina will soon find out."

"Alright~ Now let's guess the second character."

Esther, talking to herself, didn't reveal the mystery to Saint Karina directly, but left her with suspense and anticipation.

"Snapped."

The slap landed again. This time, the force was greater than before; the tenderness and pity were completely gone.

"Hey..."

What should have been intense pain turned into a strange, different emotion for St. Karina.

That felt like boiling water over a flame. At that moment, the kettle was being impacted by the boiling water, the lid was steaming out a lot of steam, and the kettle was shaking uncontrollably. A few trickles of water vapor condensed into droplets and fell down.

It fell from the edge of the lid at the spout, down the smooth, warm body of the pot.

Some water droplets are still flowing downstream, while the first ones to fall have already dripped onto the table or the ground.

This time there were only seven hits, but the impact on Saint Karina was far greater than the previous sixteen hits, and the number of hits was less than half of the previous ones.

Something's not right... That was Saint Karina's first feeling. Only after the strange emotions gradually subsided did she realize what was wrong.

She's not the thirteenth letter of the Latin alphabet, so how could she possibly turn on a weird switch because of pain?

"Is it the effect of the sugar pill you gave me?"

Saint Karina thought about the cause and effect of the changes in her body, and suddenly remembered the thing she had swallowed earlier.

Esther said it was a reward and forcefully and abruptly fed it to her.

"You guessed right, but there's no reward~ Sister Saint Karina, isn't this comfortable?"

"Thank you."

Saint Karina's lips twitched, and she thanked him in a sarcastic tone.

She doesn't need this constitution that can be identified as hentai at all; she'd rather not experience pain.

The former only needs to silently endure it and blame it on being forced into it, while the latter is beyond redemption; they experience pleasure from pain, so how can that be justified!

It was so hard for her; even wanting to be a pure saint was fraught with obstacles.

"You're welcome~ Sister Saint Karina, do you know what the character is?"

Esther, seemingly oblivious to Saint Karina's sarcasm, smiled and pressed on with the question.

"Hmm... it's 'requesting' a word, isn't it?"

Saint Karina hesitated for a moment before giving the correct answer.

After being blindfolded, her perception was already enhanced. With her sight taken away, her senses of smell, hearing, and touch were amplified.

Her hesitation about the answer stemmed mainly from the fact that the indescribable feeling had weakened her judgment. With more than half of the strokes missing, resisting that feeling while guessing the correct answer was far more difficult than enduring the pain to guess the answer.

"Congratulations, Sister Saint Karina, you guessed right again~ Now, it's time for the prize-giving ceremony."

The power of healing blossoms on the buttocks.

Esther used magic to heal her swollen buttocks. People with magical powers, especially those at her level, are unlikely to only know how to use magic. In addition to offensive, defensive, and curse-type spells, they can also specialize in healing.

The pain, washed away by a gentle magic, had a tingling, itchy sensation, like a bleeding wound forming a scab, which gradually falls off over time. Only this tingling sensation was more stimulating and accelerated instantly.

"Whoo~"

Hot air blew behind her. Saint Karina's body convulsed, the switch was turned on, and water gushed from the faucet.

She had assumed that her clone, Esther, was still standing, but to her surprise, Esther had already crouched down.

Because her vision was clouded, Saint Karina did not notice in advance that the other party had changed posture. A breeze came from behind, blowing on the two beautiful and delicate flowers. With the double amplification of perception from the candy and healing magic, the effect was optimal.

"ah!"

With a soft moan, Saint Karina's legs gave way, and she collapsed into the arms of Esther, the original form in front of her.

This was far too stimulating for Saint Karina, a pure and holy woman, to bear.

The water tap in the bathroom was definitely not turned off properly; it was making a louder noise than before, and the area of ​​the floor that was wet was getting wider and wider.

This sudden attack caught her completely off guard, and Saint Karina's face instantly turned as red as a cherry.

She felt that, besides her face, her body under the Emperor's New Clothes was also burning hot, like a shrimp being boiled in scalding water at 100 degrees Celsius; her skin was completely red, thoroughly red.

Her breath was hot and glistening.

"Sister Saint Karina, there's more to the reward!"

The clone gently kissed the delicate flower in the back garden, waiting for its affection, while the original whispered softly in its ear.

Because it had just rained, and the special faucet for the delicate flowers was old and in disrepair, it would occasionally shoot out jets of water of varying sizes, wetting the ground. Now the back garden and the main gate of the garden were very muddy.

What the clone needs to do is to clean up the muddy areas so that the road is less difficult to walk on.

During this process, Santa Karina once again endured experiences that she should not have had at her age, relying entirely on support and at risk of falling at any moment.

"whee."

The morbid laughter pursued her like a demon, and Saint Karina could not escape it.

She had fallen into Esther's hands, like a mosquito caught in a spider's carefully woven web. It was a trap; the more she struggled, the less she could escape, until she was trapped and eaten by the spider.

Moreover, each time the spider eats a mosquito, it enjoys playing with its prey, finding excitement and pleasure in the prey's struggles.

Spiders are hunters far more powerful than mosquitoes. Even if Saint Karina can be eaten countless times, like a game board with an immortal body, in the end, what matters is not the result, but the process of falling into depravity.

Each time, she would compromise; resistance would be met with humiliation, and submission with the destruction of her dignity. This gradual acceptance of the offensive, even the enjoyment it derived from it, was a habit cultivated by treating Saint Karina poorly while favoring Esther.

"Sister Saint Karina, how was it? Are you satisfied with Esther's reward?"

Esther looked smug, genuinely pleased with Saint Karina's growing sensitivity to her touch, knowing that this would allow her to keep Saint Karina by her side forever.

If she is simply imprisoned without any other inducements, it's like forcing a melon to ripen—it won't be sweet. Saint Karina will only try to find ways to escape, racking her brains to do so.

Once St. Karina gradually adapts to her, whether through emotional companionship or physical service, St. Karina will gradually become someone who cannot bear to be apart from her under constant guidance. In this way, Esther's goal will be achieved.

Her love for Saint Karina was morbid. Esther was unwilling to change it, and she knew that the twisted mind from the long, dark period of more than five hundred years could not be easily changed in just a few days or in the future. So, why not just change Saint Karina?

Humans can be tamed and domesticated; it just requires skill and patience.

"By the way, Sister Saint Karina, since you've already answered two questions correctly, I want to tell you that if you can answer them all correctly, Ais will definitely give you a big surprise~"

With a light touch of her red lips, Esther blinked her bright eyes and spoke with a mischievous look.

That surprise was something she came up with on a whim, but even if Saint Karina guessed wrong, she would replace the big surprise with a punishment and give Saint Karina a good thrashing.

"Um, may I ask how many words are left?"

The stimulating sensation had subsided, and Saint Karina, having regained her senses, couldn't help but ask.

She wasn't interested in the surprise; she was simply overwhelmed by Esther's kind reward.

92. The Devil's Temptation

"How can I tell you how many more words are left? It would ruin the anticipation."

Esther did not reveal the answer to the mystery.

"And Sister Saint Karina's voice is so beautiful, Esther wants to hear it a little longer~"

Next, Saint Karina was teased many more times in the reward rounds, and with a combination of luck and skill, she answered them all correctly.

Thus, the game between the two entered its final stage.

"Sister Saint Karina, this is the last one. Guess what the words will form in the last sentence."

"You only have one chance to guess the answer. Sister, you know you don't want to get it wrong."

Esther spoke in a playful tone, awaiting Saint Karina's final answer.