Saintess - Chapter 26
Chapter 26
Translator: Yonnee
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Who would ever think that the immensely pious count would drug a woman with sleeping pills just so he could pour his seed into her womb?
Furthermore, Raon’s clean-up after the deed was perfect.
When the act between them had concluded, Raon carried her limp body and headed towards the bathroom.
Then, he washed her body clean.
Of course, Agnes never woke up in the midst of all this.
‘Just hang in there a little longer.’
Without even seeing what had happened over the course of the long night in her dreams, Agnes made up her mind.
She would surely escape from the count’s mansion, and she would return to her family.
Knock, knock. Maids entered her room and lined up in front of her.
Breakfast carried on as it usually did.
The savory scent of beef stew made her mouth water.
Gulping, Agnes thought that she was unusually hungry today.
* * *
Raon skipped breakfast and confined himself to the underground prayer room.
As he knelt in front of the likeness of the one and only God who was bearing a cross, The Lord’s Prayer burst through his lips.
Last night while he was drunk on Agnes, he could not recall even a single word of the Lord’s Prayer, but now it flowed smoothly as if it were now stuck firmly in his mind.
After facing the death of his parents and his younger sister, Raon had become bereft of any hope or any desire to live.
It was as if he was wandering blindly in the sea, but it was his religion now that supported him and guided him back.
Since then, the first priority in Raon’s life had been religion and only religion.
He was ready to renounce his peerage title and all his property to God and the Pope at any given time to prove his faith.
However, last night, he had been no different from a ravenous beast that had given in to desire.
After that encounter, all that he was left with was a deep and terrible sense of despair. Until now, he had been constantly trying to control his inherent human desires, but all of that was gone in a flash.
“Of all people, why…!”
Why was it her?”
Why did the obscene saintess and his younger sister have the same name?
Shame and humiliation poured in like waves. It’s as if he had succumbed to the temptations of the devil.
Even after Raon had expressed his intention to dedicate his whole life to religion, countless noble ladies had continued to pursue him.
There were also many rude ladies who came onto him during the morning service on the weekends as he was praying. Commonly, they would hand him their handkerchiefs embroidered with their own names, or they would sneakily touch parts of his body.
The ones who were notably blatant about this were nobles who were part of the five most powerful households of the empire.
There was never a time that Raon was unaware of their advances.
He just ignored them all.
Far from giving anyone his heart, he had not even given them a single glance.
When all they were met with was Raon’s indifference, they also got tired on their own and stopped approaching him.
He also knew that young lords around his age frivolously bought prostitutes and wasted their time getting into women’s skirts, but…
That’s exactly what he looked like now.
Feeling as if his chest was being stabbed, Raon could say nothing.
“…Agnes.”
For him, Agnes was the name of his younger sister only a few months ago.
Merely saying her name used to make his heart feel numb, used to make him feel so angry with himself.
But that was not the case now.
As he uttered the name Agnes, what lay between his legs became profanely stiff.
He was helpless against this desire, but he could not feel more disgusted by it.
However, the disgust he felt was more so aimed at himself as he could not overcome this desire.
He fell into a terrible abyss of self-loathing.
With his eyes tightly closed, he directed all of his focus to the one and only God. However, he could not hold out for even a moment.
In the end, what left his lips was a curse.
“Damn it all.”
What flashed underneath his closed eyes was one clear sight: Agnes—as if he had returned to the night prior as she was asleep.
The stiffly erect manhood swelled uncontrollably.
Raon hurriedly loosened his trousers.
Every time he was overcome with sexual urges, he controlled it through only one method.
By making his groin bleed.
After praying, Raon got up from his seat and walked towards a desk. Opening one of its drawers, he took an item from inside.
“……”
Raon stared at the sharp piece of metal in his grip.
It was an ornamental blade.
There were already many signs of self-harm around his groin—all of which were lingering signs of his attempts to suppress his desires.
And, right now.
He engraved yet another scar.
“Ugh…!”
With his head tilted back, Raon let out a low, pained groan.
The blade that dug into his skin left an open wound that drew red blood.
Raon clenched his teeth and endured the pain.
Everything was awful.
Agnes, who begged for help. And himself, who bore filthy lust for her.
Despite making himself bleed, his desires did not easily abate.
As soon as he saw the bright red blood, he unfortunately remembered Agnes’s alluring lips.
“Hah, ugh! Damn it, damn it all!”
Because his arousal barely subsided, Raon continued to harm himself.
Red blood dripped down to the floor of the sacred prayer room.
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