Saintess - Chapter 44 - [Illustration]

Chapter 44

Translator: Yonnee

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Raon’s movements became unimaginably more intense.

As if he wanted to emphasize just how wretched his actions had been towards her, he behaved even more viciously to wound Agnes’s heart on purpose.

“I… told you. Please. Don’t forgive me.”

But despite his motions, as he said this, his voice trembled—the hint of tears lingering at the edge of his words. Because of this, Agnes narrowly opened her tightly closed eyes.

However, the sight she was met with was a woman in the mirror, shedding tears and moving her hips like a vulgar wh*re.

Raon slapped her plump behind.

And in response, the woman in the mirror moaned coquettishly with a racy expression upon her visage.

“Take a good look. Confirm it with your own two eyes just how much of an obscene woman you are.”

“Ahhhhngh!”

And, again.

Thrust!

The man’s huge member filled up the woman fully. Entirely.

Nngh. Mmh! Whenever Agnes would try to catch her breath in vain, she would see clear fluids splashing out of her from the mirror’s reflection.

“Aangh, mmnh, AHH!”

Regardless of her will, her inner walls convulsed greatly—contracting and relaxing as she soared to the heights of pleasure.

Whenever Raon would pull back, it felt as if he was being suctioned back in, like it didn’t want him to leave. Yet when he’d thrust back into her, this part of the woman welcomed him gladly.

Pulling back almost completely, he pounded back into her to the very hilt in one heavy motion.

As he had been grasping Agnes’s breasts from behind until now, he straightened back up and placed his hands on her hips.

The piston-like movement grew faster and faster and faster.

“Haaahngh, ahh! Cou, Count, hnnngh!”

“Kgh!”

Raon’s body trembled.

Pushing himself deep inside her, he came.

Spluuurt, spluuuuurt.

As they reached heavenly climax, what could be heard clearly was the man’s org*sm inside the woman.

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The never-ending night had passed.

Agnes fell into Raon’s arms as though she had fainted.

Later, however, she opened her eyes in the dark and she looked up to see Raon’s face as he was sleeping, watching him.

She kept wondering if it was true that this man, who had such a beautiful, symmetrical countenance that was utterly flawless, had done such a despicable thing towards her.

Under the covers, she caressed her lower abdomen.

She did not know just how many times she had received his seed in this place.

And as she touched that part of her, it seemed to still feel warm, like his presence still remained within her.

Agnes caressed her belly for a moment.

And, she was lost in thought.

She asked herself, Do I regret my decision to return to this manor?

But before long, she shook her head.

For Agnes, this place was, still, paradise.

She never wished to return to inferno once more.

“Raon…”

Like a passing, ethereal wind, Raon’s voice left through her parted lips.

When no answer was returned, she called his name once again and whispered.

“Raon… Do not be so ruthless towards yourself. Your sister must have already forgiven you. She did not choose death because of you. She wants you to be happy. I know it.”

Carefully, tenderly, she consoled him.

She did not know why, at this time, his departed younger sister had come across her mind. But somehow, it seemed to her like she should relieve the count of his guilt.

It was almost like instinct. She should do this so that she could stay in this warm, comforting heaven.

“……!”

Raon opened his eyes. All this time, she thought he was asleep.

The man who had been ravenously coveting the woman all night long had since disappeared.

Right now, the only man left in front of Agnes was hurt and pitiful.

Even in the dark, his bright blue eyes could be seen quivering aimlessly.

“What… What did you say…?”

Raon urgently asked Agnes to confirm it.

Seeing him like this, Agnes smiled kindly.

It was very similar to the smile that Saintess Veronica had once given her.

“Raon… I forgive you.”

Raon thought, of course, that he would never be forgiven.

So, it didn’t make sense.

He had so shamelessly taken this woman each and every night while she was not even conscious. She should be telling him to atone for his sins.

And yet, given the warmth in Agnes’s eyes, she was telling the truth.

Truly, she had forgiven Raon.

And not just that, she was also consoling him.

Raon was confused.

He wanted to cut off the finger with which he had pointed at the benevolent saintess, accusing her of being obscene.

He wanted to pull out the tongue that had hurt her by stabbing her with vicious words, calling her filthy.

“Raon, it is true. You are forgiven.”

And there, the tears welling up in Raon’s eyes burst forth.

It was at this moment that he was finally freed from the overwhelming guilt that’s been weighing heavily upon his heart.

Neither religion, the pope nor countless prayers. None of these had been able to bring salvation unto Raon. And yet Agnes, who herself claimed to be the obscene saintess, was able to.

The mouth, which Raon struggled to open until now, barely parted open.

He leaned forward and embraced Agnes, clinging to her as he sobbed. It never occurred to him to wipe away the tears that trickled down endlessly.

“Agnes. From now on, you are my God, my religion, and my only savior.”

Here, Agnes plucked the courage to wrap her arms around Raon’s neck to kiss him on the lips.

And the sight of them together like this was like the depiction of a sacred deed in itself.

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