This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 162

Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (10)

Without restraint, my body swayed with Merson’s movements, and pleasure overcame pain. A groan close to a scream erupted as his large hand gripped my thigh with all its might.

“Ha-ack! Ah, ah, aht!”

“Ha, good…….”

Merson pounced with his weight. He grabbed my wrists to keep me from moving and, with one hand supporting my thigh, began to stab me deeper and deeper.

“Erina…….”

The thick voice calling my name tickled me.

The insertion continued endlessly. The entire body was covered in sweat and liquid, creating the illusion like a shower.

Reason flew away and we focused only on the pleasure and embraced each other as if we were about to explode. The movement on my lower body became intense, and my hand wrapped around Merson’s shoulder was full of strength.

“Huuu, ah, ah, ah! Uung!”

“Haa…… haa…….”

We ran wildly, but when we reached a certain point, we had to shudder in a terrible orgasm while screaming. The breath that had been clattering up my throat burst out from the depths of my stomach for the first time.

Merson, who had came inside me without leaving a single drop, hung his head on the side of my neck and caught his breath.

What if I am really pregnant?

A belated regret followed. However, Merson had the exact opposite idea and began to move his hips slowly again.

“Wait, Merson. Uh-uht, no, stop now…….”

“Not just once.”

Merson was never able to handle it. I closed my eyes and squeezed the sheet, feeling him poking in. Flesh collided with each other, making a muddy sound, and moaning and sticky breath mingled again.

“Huu, n, no. Aht, ah, ang.”

His movements got faster and faster. Before I knew it, my eyes turned white. Merson continued to encroach on my body tirelessly.

* * *

She doesn’t like sweet things, but she liked sugar cookies with pretty shapes. Even if there was a book she wanted to read, she never bought it if she didn’t like the cover. On the other hand, if it seemed like it would match the room interior when she put it on the bookshelf, she would buy it without hesitation, no matter how boring it was.

Something that looks good to look at. That was the first thing.

The same was true of the teacup, which was gradually stained with red petals on pure white porcelain. For the Saint who enjoys drinking hot tea, the porcelain was too thin for her to use, so it was not a very good cup. However, as long as it looked good, that was it, so the Saint loved the teacup regardless.

However, the teacup, which felt the pressure as if it had been forced into a small frame, could not overcome the heat of the tea and eventually became shards of glass and scattered on the floor.

“Ah…….”

The only thing left in the Saint’ hand was a ridiculous white handle. The tea that had just been filled in the cup couldn’t find a place to go and fell down, soaking the white robe. Unaware of the heat, the Saint looked down at it with cold eyes.

“I will clean it up.”

Neither the Saint nor the attendants showed any sign of surprise. They were able to do that because it happened not once or twice, but often.

One of the attendants skillfully removed her robe and brought a cold towel to her red-hot thigh.

“It broke again.”

At this point, even if she doesn’t like the shape, she might want to use a thick teacup, but she insisted on a pretty cup of the same shape as always.

“Why can’t things go my way?”

The Saint, filled with sudden anger, stared at the shards of glass lying on the floor. But she was talking about more than what she saw.

“What? Should I make the cup thicker and make it the same shape?”

The foolish attendant could not grasp the Saint’s intentions and spoke carelessly. When another attendant who was scrubbing the floor stabbed the attendant in the side, the attendant belatedly realized that it was a mistake.

“I told you. If it gets thicker, the cup looks clunky, so I don’t like it.”

The Saint said with a smile on her eyes.

“Yes, then I’ll bring you the same one again.”

In recent days, the inside of the temple was in an emergency due to the Saint who seemed to be in a particularly bad mood.

They had only seen the Saint’s anger and sorrow over the injustices she had suffered, but it was the first time she had shown such keen sensitivity. Maybe that’s why, while everyone else was paying close attention to the Saint, the attendant made a minor mistake without noticing.

But she is the Saint. She didn’t look offended, but rather smiled kindly and made the attendants feel at ease.

“That’s okay. I have something I want to think about by myself, so could you leave?”

“Yes, Saint.”

She wasn’t usually the type to keep attendants by her side. It wasn’t because she wasn’t used to being treated by others or because she thought it was morally or ethically wrong. Rather it was her image management as a Saint herself.

Management to create an aura of mysticism, and to spread a figure of love and respect for others.

However, when she had a lot of thoughts and things to do these days, even that was difficult, so she had to take care of it more.

“If it were another noble lady, I would have been slapped on the spot, right?”

“Slapped? You would have been kicked out on the street naked right away. Know you’re lucky because it’s the Saint.”

The attendants whispered as they left. Even though she didn’t want to listen, the Saint laughed hearing the attendants’ chatter that flowed into her ears through the still air. The attendant who had talked senselessly will be sold to some back-alley pleasure shop tomorrow.

‘A stupid dog who can’t even read its master’s thoughts just sells a smile.’

She struggled hard not to spit out these words.

She dropped the wet towel on her thigh and took off her wet clothes. The thin underwear in the form of linen fell along the curves of the body, revealing the voluptuous body and white naked body.