Chapter 3: The Nun Who is Also an Idol
Angel froze, gritting her teeth and spitting out, “Pervert!”
Even the most foolish person would realize something was amiss. However, the instigator simply twirled a strand of her ash-gray hair, appraising Angel with the discerning eye of someone picking out pork at a market.
Angel took several steps back, goosebumps erupting all over her body, her face ashen as if she had swallowed a fly.
“What are you trying to do?! If you dare touch a single hair on my head, you… you… you’ll definitely regret it!”
Her finger pointed directly at Lena’s nose, barely a centimeter away.
“The desperate cries before despair are truly captivating, but I believe you’re far from that point. You can do better, trust me.”
Lena didn’t answer directly. Her jade-like finger traced the tabletop as she walked towards Angel, a smile playing on her lips.
With a forceful tug, the hem of the solemn black nun’s habit was pulled open. Cool fingers brushed against Angel’s trembling legs in their white stockings, moving upwards, eliciting a violent tremor like a volcano about to erupt.
Thin as a second skin, the high-quality, form-fitting seamless pantyhose felt soft and smooth against her skin. Paired with the austere black nun’s habit, it created a sense of forbidden transgression, utterly irresistible.
“Almost there, my poor little nun. The despair in your heart isn’t enough to satisfy me. Can you give me a little more?”
Lena’s eyes gleamed with a crazed light.
Angel finally noticed the other woman’s eyes, shrouded in a gray mist, like a soul-snatching ghost crawled out from the underworld, cold and terrifying.
There was no time for fear.
The teasing hand on her thigh was exploring further, tearing through the confinement of the white stockings. The delicate sound of ripping fabric was like the most captivating melody in the world…
Angel pressed her hands against Lena’s chest, sinking into the soft flesh, her mouth not staying idle: “Pervert! You pervert! Get your filthy hands off me! Don’t force me to use holy magic, the bane of necromancy!”
“You won’t,” Lena chuckled disdainfully, two fingers sliding into the gap between the stocking and Angel’s leg, relishing the sensation of being enveloped by the warm, soft flesh. “You can’t defeat me. Even if you use holy magic against me, your magic power can’t sustain the spell. Wait until you become a Saintess and learn the Holy Fire before you consider defeating me…”
…
Angel’s eyes welled up with tears.
She truly couldn’t.
Having been placed with high expectations by her family since childhood, she was the obedient daughter in front of her elders, the good student in the eyes of her teachers.
However, as time passed, she craved the admiration and adoration of those around her. She wanted more recognition, so she secretly joined the monastery behind her family’s back, vying for the position of Saintess.
With her pure and elegant beauty, she easily gained a large number of devoted fans.
Leveraging her family’s influence, she crafted a persona of a sweet, innocent, and charming idol. Her fan base grew, and her fame and status rose, until she became the empire’s most sought-after independent idol.
But everything had its pros and cons. While she shone brightly on her path as an idol, her academic performance plummeted. This directly resulted in her, a second-rank priest, being unable to cast even a single second-rank holy spell, relying solely on magic scrolls.
Therefore, facing Lena, a fourth-rank necromancer, Angel had no chance of winning.
For the first time, she regretted not studying hard…
If she could use magic, if she hadn’t been foolish enough to lock the door herself, she wouldn’t be in such a passive position.
If she could escape from this demon’s clutches, she would definitely work hard to improve herself. However, all this realization came too late.
The little nun’s eyes lost their sparkle. Enduring the shame, she allowed Lena to grope her stocking-clad legs.
“Don’t give up hope so quickly,” Lena whispered in her ear, her breath warm against her skin. “In the future, you’ll be the renowned Saintess, an indispensable pillar of the hero’s party. Why resign yourself to fate after just a small setback… Come on, pull yourself together~”
Angel only took Lena’s words as the villain’s mocking taunt. “Do what you want with me, as long as you save Little White, I’ll do anything.”
“So touching, I’m almost in tears.”
Such self-sacrifice, such willing devotion.
Had the Saintess’s brain been kicked by a donkey?!
Lena inwardly scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Forget it, forget it. I won’t save it. Take your pet and go back.”
She lifted her hand and dispelled the confinement magic on the door.
“No!” Angel hugged the white dragon, refusing to leave, tears glistening in her eyes. “You promised to save Little White. You have to keep your word!”
What absurd logic.
Telling a villain to be a person of their word?
Lena scoffed. “Well, I don’t want to save it now. What can you do?”
“Then when will you want to save it?” Angel sat down with a thud, stubbornly refusing to budge.
“You child…”
She hadn’t been so persistent when she roasted Lena with Holy Fire in the past life. Now she was turning the tables…
“Although your body is tempting, I have no desire to pluck unripe fruit.” Lena’s words pointedly referred to Angel’s undeveloped figure. Two flat pancakes, even holding her nose to take a bite would be tasteless and pointless.
Degrade first, then negotiate.
Lena wasn’t in a hurry. She had plenty of time. The only ones in a hurry were the dying white dragon cub and the little nun sobbing helplessly on the floor.
Ugh, how utterly wicked, a thousand times more vicious than the Snow Queen!
But this was exactly the feeling Lena wanted.
She had always wanted to see the revered Saintess looking distraught, forced to make a life-altering choice between enduring suffering and sacrificing herself.
She should be able to see it soon…
Lena approached, twirling Angel’s pink hair around her finger. The little nun’s ears instantly turned red. “It’s called Little White, right? Well-fed, nice and plump.”
“What are you trying to do?!” Angel asked warily. “I won’t give Little White to a villain like you! I have a letter from your dean, and the treatment has been approved by her!”
“Growl!” Little White struggled to raise its head, letting out a weak growl at Lena.
The little thing was quite protective of its owner…
When would that annoying pure white dragon finally die?!
Lena grumbled inwardly as she hooked Angel’s smooth chin with her finger, looking down at her. “Trespassing, forging the dean’s seal, I have ample reason to sue you and your family in the Imperial Court, and invite the old hag and your father for a confrontation.”
“You… you’re lying! It’s clearly written in black and white…!” Angel’s eyes darted around, her voice no longer haughty.
Such a reaction couldn’t escape Lena’s sharp eyes.
Lena shifted her body, pinning Angel against the wall with one hand, her tone cooling. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Using such a clumsy illusion to deceive a fourth-rank necromancer, you underestimate me.”
Snatching the letter, Lena tossed it into the trash without a glance.
“I didn’t… I really didn’t…”
With her last shred of dignity stripped away by Lena, Angel finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably on the floor.
All her idol pride was gone.
Angel was, after all, still a naive young girl. She was terrified that Lena would actually file a lawsuit, ruining her reputation and the idol persona she had painstakingly cultivated.
She would have to return to that lonely, isolated life at the academy…
Angel didn’t want that.
Rather than waiting passively, it was better to reach an agreement with the devil in front of her. After all, Lena had said she was too young and wouldn’t touch her for now…
“I… I can agree to your terms… I’ll agree to anything, please don’t tell my father…”
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