Saintess - Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Translator: Yonnee
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Like a man who had no other desires but to enter, to pound, to f*ck a woman, Raon moved like lust personified.
And it looked as if he could not hear Agnes’s cries at all.
“Don’t, don’t— mmngh!”
The man’s rock-solid member touched the woman’s entrance.
Pre-c*m was already overflowing from his tip, trickling down to the wide-open crevice.
As he positioned his lower body to match Agnes’s, he held the shaft of his manhood and stroked it up and down.
His heated member relentlessly pressed down on her cl*toris.
“Nngh! P-Please, spare me, Count!”
At that moment, Raon stopped all his ministrations.
Her plea to be spared momentarily brought back Raon’s broken rationality.
He whispered back in a low voice.
It was a growling voice that seemed to barely contain the desire brewing within him.
“I am not going to kill you.”
“Please, Count…! What this is—it is the same as murdering me. Hngh… Y-You told me that I should not want to die again. Allow me to keep that promise, please…”
“…What are you saying.”
“If you take me tonight, I will bite my tongue and die. If you put a gag on my mouth, I will bang my head on a wall until I die. Any means that I can, I will kill myself.”
Agnes was desperate.
For a moment, silence weighed heavily in the room.
“Damn it.”
Soon, Raon’s beautiful lips uttered a curse.
He immediately grabbed his member tightly and began to stroke it in a chaotic rhythm.
How hard he was holding it could be seen through the bulging veins in his forearm.
The moonlight permeating the room captured Raon’s figure as he pleasured himself, like a masterful painting.
As Agnes’s eyes were filled with tears, so too was it filled with the sight of Raon’s m*sturbation.
His solid muscles became more prominent, perhaps because he was exerting all the strength in his body.
It was as if he was drawing pleasure from looking at Agnes’s face, and so he did not avoid her gaze. He faced her as he was.
“Kgh!”
And finally, hot s*men burst forth from the end of his thick pillar.
A cloud of white, sticky fluids spurted across Agnes’s flat stomach.
After reaching his climax, Raon breathed heavily and soon moved away from her.
He was incredulous. He could not believe that he pleasured himself while looking at Agnes.
The door closed behind him with a resounding bang!
Now left alone, Agnes wept and carefully wiped away Raon’s traces from her body.
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Another fifteen days passed.
The drought was still unresolved. Hundreds of people still died in each passing day.
In other words, when nothing changed even though the obscene saintess had been arrested, opposition intensified. That was, opposition from the nobles who knew the entirety of the prophecy.
Rumors spread widely in high society that, rather than impregnating the saintess as was his duty, Raon Toulouse was merely keeping her in his mansion and treating her with extreme care.
This rumor had spread to the commoners, and they all began to come together to criticize Raon.
Some of them flocked to the count’s residence and held a protest.
“Count Raon Toulouse, you must obey the one and only God’s order!”
“As soon as possible, lay with the lewd saintess and hold her accountable for her sins!”
“Prove that eternal paradise shall arrive before long for those who are tired, body and spirit, of this long drought!”
The protests intensified day after day.
When the criticisms against Raon had reached the point that people were starting to distrust their holy religion, Pope Andreas was spurred to action. As soon as daily worship at dawn was finished, he hurriedly called Raon to the grand cathedral.
It was the first time in a long while that Raon had returned to the grand cathedral. Though he looked quite emaciated, he did not look much different than he usually did.
Wearing an immaculately pristine white shirt and his round-rimmed glasses, he still looked as honorable and noble as ever.
However, the moment he faced the pope, Raon’s composure collapsed sharply.
His blue eyes, which resembled the clear skies, became reddened in an instant.
The pope asked benevolently,
“What is the matter, Count Toulouse?”
“My guilt has grown ever so deep, Your Holiness. I’ve become afraid of looking into the saintess’s eyes. My sister… I keep being reminded of my sister. She passed away without even reaching the day of her debutante that she had been longing for all her life.”
“That could never be a sin, Count. This is one thing that I can promise you in the name of God.”
That night, when Raon had m*sturbated to Agnes while looking straight into her eyes, was a traumatic experience for him.
As soon as he heard her pleading to him, asking to be spared, it felt to him as if he had committed the unforgivable sin of forcing himself upon his younger sister. He could not endure it.
After he fled Agnes’s room as though he was running away, Raon had locked himself in the underground prayer room and concentrated only on praying, going as far as skipping his meals.
Before he knew it, Raon felt himself shedding tears.
Clear teardrops trickled down his pale cheeks.
For a long time after that, Raon cried and cried until the area around his eyes became red.
Andreas consoled Raon compassionately, saying that he could understand the guilt that the younger man was feeling.
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