Chapter 133 – The Saintess Has a Mentor
‘Why the hell are you doing this?’
Darcy Nyan looked at her saintess as she walked in front of her with her uneasy expression.
The reason why Darcy Nyang, who had been secretly eavesdropping on the warrior’s tent, followed her saintess Marianne was simple.
‘Fuck.’
The saintess who suddenly appeared had spat out such swear words.
Compared to Marianne, Darcy Nyang, who was relatively uneasy about her position her, had no choice but to pay attention to her her, and thanks to that, he was walking after the saintess without knowing her reason her.
“… Am I not attractive?”
How long did it take
The saintess, who arrived in a remote forest far away from the warrior’s tent, asked Dalsignyang.
No, in fact, Dalsignian was even confused whether that was a question directed at him.
That would be the case, because her saintess was still looking at an unknown place, and the only thing Darcy Nyan could see was her her back her.
“Are you asking me?”
Nod
Darcy Nyang’s eyes her, which are specialized in seeing things even in the dark, accurately caught the movement of her saintess’s head her.
“Yeah, that can’t be. Saint woman, you have a beautiful appearance even to me, who is not a human.”
Darcy Nyan put her saliva on her lips her and quickly praised her saintess her.
As Darcy Nyang, who has a weak and strong mental circuit, she instinctively flattered her, but all of her words her were not lies.
In Darcy Nyang’s eyes her, the Saint of Guyanese had a good enough appearance for a woman like her to see.
Although she showed a sly expression from time to time, she basically had a benevolent impression, and her blue hair her, like the blue sky, made her appearance her stand out even more.
“… Is that so?”
“As if. I don’t know why she thinks she’s unattractive, but if she’s not attracted to you, he’s got his eyes on you.”
Darcy Nyang quickly flattered her saintess, who exuded a gloomy aura.
In fact, she had felt the dark and turbid energy felt in her saintess from a while ago, and it was because of the anxiety that the arrow might be directed at her.
And as if comforting Darcy Nyang, no, perhaps her flattery had worked, Marian slowly began to turn her head away.
“The warrior… Are your eyes gone?”
“Nyan?”
In an instant, Darcy Nyan’s head began to roll rapidly.
It was a matter of not needing to think for a long time about which of Saint Marianne and her warriors should hold the line to be safe.
Naturally, the strings on her warrior side could only be tougher and tighter.
Perhaps, if it were a simple cowl, she would have sided with the brave here, but Darsignan was more cunning than she thought.
‘It’s fine if I don’t get caught anyway, Nyan.’
“Yo, a warrior… If you don’t know your charm, that’s the wrong hero!”
Darsignan boldly bet on Marian.
Come to think of it, there was nothing to lose by siding with the hero on this matter.
Although she hadn’t experienced it for a long time, she seemed to have a rough idea of what kind of person a hero was.
Rather, at this timing, it was much better to build a strong relationship with Marian.
Furthermore, Marian was the hero’s companion, a Saint of Guyana, and she was the one who would heal the injured beast tribe.
“Whoops. Yes? Also. That’s it.”
“Nyan. Like that.”
Then, looking at Marianne’s smile her, Darcy Nyan was confident that her betting her had been quite successful.
But that confidence started to crumble in less than a minute.
“Did you mix with that hero twice?”
“… That, that… Nyan.”
In the first place, there was something that Darcy-nyang overlooked, and that was that she was also in a relationship with her hero through affection.
It was even more strange that Marian didn’t know that fact, since he had met her saintess just tonight while wandering around the tent of the warrior naked.
“Oh, I am not blaming you. After all, besides you, countless women passed by the hero.”
Seeing the saintess say that with a bitter expression on her face her, Darcy Nyan licked her nose with her tongue.
Darcynyang was also not aware of the complexity of a hero’s relationship with a woman.
Genoa and a woman named Karen by his side his appealed to him without even trying, and they were on their way after overhearing the Dark Elves and even the Elf Queen submitting to him.
I thought that she was a flirt like no other on the continent, but Dalsignian didn’t have any complaints about it.
Anyway, most of the powerful people on the continent weren’t satisfied with just one woman.
It’s natural for a hero to have multiple women, but Dalsignian was nothing more than a pet in the first place.
“Saintess, do you think you want to sleep with a hero?”
Darsignan cautiously asked Saint Marianne.
It wasn’t a question one would dare to ask a Saint of Guyanese, but Marianne’s reddened cheeks her answer instead.
“Then you asked me to do it earlier?”
Because of this, Dalsignan asked Marianne with an expression that she did not understand.
Obviously, when the Dark Elves and the Hero were doing the same thing in groups, Marian didn’t have a chance.
No, it was Dalsignian who even created that opportunity.
“Mo, I don’t know. Me too. Whether I want to sleep with the hero or not. And… What would you say you want to do there?”
Darsignan frowned at Marianne, who answered without context.
She herself said that she did n’t even know if she wanted to sleep with the hero, but even as she said that, seeing her cross her legs her, she was in a strong state even when she was in heat.
“Why can’t you talk? I want to too. That man wants to eat cock! Why can’t you talk? I don’t understand that?”
“Well, since I am a saint of the Guyana Church… I can’t imagine wanting to do something like that…”
Before she knew it, she saw Marianne giving her counseling about her troubles her, and Darcynyan licked her palm with her tongue, looking at her with a bad expression.
“Saint. I will tell you the truth of her life.”
“… Is it true?”
Marianne was looking at her, her eyes twinkling as if she were possessed by her darcy nyan her.
Originally, if the audience reacts well, the speaker gets excited too.
Darcy Nyang smirked and said to her saintess.
“Saints and Nabals, and all living beings, breeding is the most important goal. And that goal comes with a definite reward.”
“If it’s a reward…”
“Sex!”
“Three, sex.”
Seeing her Saint Marianne blush at her own words, Darcynyan felt an indescribable elation.
When will the Beasts and the like be able to teach a human, even a saintly person?
Darcy Nyan began to spread her knowledge of her own nonsense her to her saintess her, just like her naughty older sister who seduced her naive younger sister who knew nothing.
“Sex is the greatest joy of living things. And especially for the hero…”
“That?!”
“Ah, it’s hard to explain in words. You know it when you experience it yourself.”
At Darsignan’s words, Saint Marianne unknowingly drooled her saliva her.
But she soon remembered her situation and began to put on a grim expression.
No matter how great the hero’s was, it was just a piece of cake unless he drove it.
“… Can I?”
“From what I can see, you have a problem with being too proud. You have to let go of that ego in order to have sex.”
“Ha, but…”
“Do you think it would be good for me to listen to my pets? Besides, the elf queen from before went in with a lot of bowing to the hero.”
“Are you the Elf Queen?”
Marianne asked Darcy Nyan, looking at her in disbelief.
However, Darcy Nyang answered Marianne’s question by clicking her tongue.
“Someone said this. Humiliation is short, but pleasure is long. Saint.”
Darcy Nyan advised her Marianne to let go of her pride her.
But wouldn’t she have changed a long time ago if it was to be changed with just a few words?
Marianne was envious of Darcynyang, but she had an expression of no confidence, and her appearance made her Darcynyang even more frustrated.
“But if you still can’t let go of your pride, there are other ways.”
“… Any other way?”
As her her Marianne sent her glancing glances at her her, Darcy Nyan motioned her towards her and put her her ear her close to her.
Marian put her ear her to her darcy nyang’s mouth her nervously, and then she began to nod her head with a serious expression.
Even if you don’t know what the other way is, there’s one important thing Marianne needs to know.
Darcy Nyan also said that she had been a virgin no different from Marianne until recently.
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“Huh… Haha… It’s hot inside that worn-out pussy.”
I was watching Isabella shaking her body with my semen soaked in it.
The elf queen, who was so noble that she would be a corpse except for her pride her, was completely taken aback by her only one sex her.
She casually described her own cunt her as old, and as if she did n’t want my semen to flow out, she lifted her ass and made her semen flow into her womb her.
Of course, the culprit of all that was me, no one else.
