Saintess - Chapter 22 - Belle Reservoir

Chapter 22

Translator: Yonnee

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“If it’s truly difficult for you to look into the eyes of the saintess, then all you have to do is not look at them, yes?”

“…I don’t understand what you mean, Your Holiness.”

“That is all that I can tell you. I shall pray for you today. May God’s grace be with you.”

On his way back from his meeting with Pope Andreas—

The carriage traversed over rough roads, rattling and shaking violently.

Raon only stared blankly at the slowly changing scenery out the window, but his eyes were soon painted with astonishment.

What caught his eye was a huge mountain—a pile of corpses.

All of them had starved to death due to the extended drought and the rise of poverty.

Soon after, a soldier approached the pile of corpses and set it ablaze.

Wholly engulfed by flames, red smoke rose from the mountain.

As he watched this with both eyes, Raon’s expression became horribly distorted.

The only thought that passed through his mind was this—was this world no different from living hell?

So many people were dying each and every moment he was wasting time out of guild.

“Clovis.”

Raon’s voice rang low inside the running carriage.

Before Clovis, who was sitting at the opposite side, could even answer back, Raon slowly continued.

“Get some sleeping pills for me.”

“Sleeping pills? Your Lordship, why are you asking for…”

“The kind of sleeping pills that you’d never wake up from, no matter what’s done.”

“Ah…”

The sudden order was strange, but Clovis quickly understood the reason behind his master’s words. He shook his head.

Raon was planning to make the saintess drink those sleeping pills.

If she were to fall into deep slumber, he would no longer have to look into her eyes, which were so full of resentment.

Perhaps understanding the meaning behind the pope’s words, Raon’s gaze continued to look out the window.

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After returning home, Raon headed straight to the underground prayer room.

As always, it was to pray to God and to control his mortal desires.

However, as soon as he opened the door to the prayer room, Raon’s smooth forehead crumpled at once, as if he was seeing something that he shouldn’t see.

“What are you doing here?”

Agnes was there inside.

Not knowing when exactly she came into this room, Raon’s voice was stiff as he asked her.

Agnes, who was kneeling in prayer, slowly rose to her feet.

Then, she faced Raon squarely.

“Send me back to my husband. Please allow me to return to him!” Agnes cried, screaming.

Her repeated plea to go back to her husband provoked Raon.

“You… want to go back to your husband?”

At that moment, something silent rose within Raon.

His expression became even colder even though what’s rising in his chest was hot.

The silent feeling gradually grew to become an uncontrollable maelstrom.

Right here and now, he wanted to push her down and violate her.

There was a burning desire in him to make it known to her that, no matter how hard she would struggle, she would never return to her husband.

With long strides, he drew close to her and slinked an arm around Agnes’s thin waist. Then, he sat down with her on a pew.

Agnes screamed, but Raon just let out a rough breath through his nose.

After perching her small body on his lap, he tore off the holy robes that she was wearing.

Were the holy robes always this mysterious?

After just unfastening a couple of buttons, shhk, the clothes fell and her pale body was revealed.

“L-Let go of me!”

Ashamed, Agnes struggled as hard as she could.

But every time she did that, her plump breasts would bounce wildly.

As he swept a thumb over one round nipple, a gasp spilled through her lips.

“Ah…!”

“You truly are obscene.”

The fluttering candles lent their dim illumination to make Agnes’s whole body be seen.

The woman’s naked body, which had flushed pink in the meantime, entranced him as though she was a masterpiece that had been painted all night long.

At the same time, the scene also looked like a cheap illustration from a terrible angst novel.

Holding her breasts tightly with both hands, he leaned forward and slowly observed her chest, which would flinch each time he pinched her nipples with his index finger and thumb.

He rubbed both of her nipples with his hands, teasing them with his fingertips.

“Nngh. Please, please don’t do this…”

A faint moan echoed in the air.

Though she was horribly ashamed by what’s happening, her lower body flinched in response to Raon’s caresses.

There was already a growing stain on his pants from all the aroused fluids that were coming out of her.

She couldn’t believe that she was responding to another man like this.

Right now, however, Raon was still very much vexed by Agnes.

“With your c*m dripping upon another man’s hands like this, do you think you can still go back to your husband?”

“…Ahn, nngh. Don’t do this, please. God might be watching!”

“You’re wrong. God would be very pleased to see you like this. He was the one who ordered you to conceive a child.”

As if he had been waiting for this moment, Raon opened Agnes’s legs and spread them wide.

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