The crimson sun hung high, shining upon all things.
Souls who had found release faded away in endless light and warmth, leaving behind their final blessings and a faint glimmer.
And everything of the million sinners turned to ash in the flames of judgment, leaving only the ominousness nurtured by the dark god.
Black particles gathered into black mist; deranged, painful whispers still echoed within it, like murmurs from hell.
At this moment, those ominous black mists were briefly driven apart by a holy shimmer, drifting ethereally and thrashing mindlessly outside a thin membrane, like beasts that could not find their prey.
Everything has not yet ended.
Everything is just about to begin.
Yet at the very center of the spreading black mist, a man and a woman were kissing with abandon.
The young woman in a pale long dress rose on tiptoe, hooked her arms around the man’s neck, tilted her head up, and offered a fragrant kiss.
Her kiss was inexperienced; they would accidentally bump teeth, and sometimes their noses would touch.
But in her misty eyes dwelled all the resolve she had mustered with her courage.
Such resolve deserved to be met with an even more sincere answer.
“I like you too, Lea.”
As the kiss paused, Moen gazed into Lea’s eyes and spoke earnestly.
Then, before the delighted yet bashful little rabbit in the depths of her lovely eyes had time to hop out, Moen swept an arm around her slender waist.
He leaned down and kissed her back.
Unlike the shyness of the young woman’s first kiss, Moen, holding the initiative, instantly took the city and seized the territory, claiming the entirety of her rosy lips.
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Rubbing, teasing, sucking, again and again.
For a long time.
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“W-wait... wait.”
Lea suddenly parted her lips, panting heavily.
“What’s wrong?”
Moen caressed her pretty face. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no.”
Lea shook her head, but her small face was so flushed it seemed it might start to drip:
“It’s just... too intense.”
“Don’t like it?” Moen half-smiled.
“...Mm.”
Lea pouted and lightly thumped Moen’s shoulder:
“Bad man, you’re teasing me already.”
“I’m just thoughtfully asking for your opinion.”
Lea’s adorable look made Moen, once again, unable to help but capture those soft, sweet lips.
Only this time he stopped at a taste, not going deeper.
Moen lifted his head; their eyes met deeply again, and a hazy glaze filmed over the young woman’s gaze.
Her breathing had grown a little rapid; her fragrant breath kept wafting over, as if sending some kind of signal.
Moen also felt something changing within him; for instance, the hand holding the young woman’s waist had, without him noticing, slipped quietly downward, gently caressing those perky, soft twin mounds.
And the young woman did not refuse; instead, her slender hands were also stroking Moen’s back.
The temperature suddenly began to rise.
Moen felt a little hot.
In truth, the erosion of rancor had not yet ended. Although Lea and the help of those freed souls had lightened Moen’s burden considerably, he still had to summon much willpower to suppress the corruption.
But when reason is drawn on too much, in such a situation, it in turn renders instinctive desire impossible to suppress.
Lea was the same; moreover, under the external corruption, Moen’s body had long been so hungry for the warm holy light within the young woman.
“Really... is this okay?”
Moen smoothed Lea’s hair, his voice a little hoarse and trembling slightly.
“Mm...”
A crystal appeared in Lea’s hand, and at that moment, the resplendent crystal was already stained with defilement, proving she seemed to have lost the qualification to become a saintess.
Lea smiled faintly and crushed the crystal; holy radiance scattered down, illuminating their profiles.
“This is the path I choose, and the only path I will choose. We are accomplices now, and I do not regret it.
Besides...”
Lea suddenly leaned to Moen’s ear, her breath fragrant, and whispered teasingly:
“Honestly, after holding back so long, I also... can hardly bear it anymore.”
Moen’s breathing suddenly quickened; he wrapped an arm around Lea’s slender waist, swept his hand, and a soft carpet spread across the floor. He pressed her down onto it..
“I will... make you happy.”
Moen once more stroked that cute little face; his fingertips slid down along her fair, slender neck, past the collarbones, over the hills, across the handspan-fine waist, over the full thighs, and hooked the butterfly-like hem.
As butterflies fluttered up, all that was beautiful filled Moen’s eyes.
Framed by delicate white undergarments, her long legs and upturned hips were fuller than imagined, richly sensuous yet by no means fat.
Her waist too was slimmer than imagined, yet not so thin as a bending willow.
And following upward from her waist, the elevation rose sharply; even still bound, that majestic grandeur could not help but inspire awe.
Moen slowly extended his hand, expertly found the hidden clasp, and with a flick of his fingertips, deftly unfastened it.
In the next instant, the restraining garment sprang open, and in Moen’s astonished gaze, a lively pair of “big white rabbits” glared with rosy eyes, as if issuing a spirited warning to the intruder.
Actually... even bigger than expected?
“Gulp.”
Moen couldn’t help swallowing; his fingertips lightly touched Lea’s delicate skin as he murmured:
“You look so beautiful.”
“Mm.”
“So... enticing.”
“Mm, I’m not lewd.”
Lea’s cheeks were scarlet as she covered her eyes. “So embarrassing.”
Moen chuckled in spite of himself. “What’s the use of covering your eyes? I’ve seen it all anyway.”
“Oh, right.”
Lea quickly lowered her hands—one trying to corral the lively “big white rabbits” back into restraint, the other coyly covering the mysterious place Moen was about to conquer.
But with no hand to shield her, Moen’s nearly bare body immediately filled her vision.
Seeing Moen’s solid chest, Lea panicked again and hurried to cover her eyes.
Only this time, her fingers quietly ** parted a narrow gap.
So handsome...
So solid...
How did he train those muscles?
I really want to give them a squeeze.
And...
If that thing were to...
Mm... don’t think it, don’t think it.
Lea quickly shut her eyes, cutting off her frightening thoughts.
But her tender body was already unable to help swaying lightly like a snake, as if silently expecting.
“Lea is indeed more sexier than I imagined.”
Moen smiled slightly, bent down, and kissed every part of the young woman’s body.
“Here I come.”
“Mm.”
Lea’s gaze was already glazed; her mind had flown who knew where; she answered only by instinct.
Moen interlaced his fingers with hers, and with a soft sound that was half pain, half pleasure, the young woman’s hair flew in wild disarray as he finally broke through that thin boundary.
“Moen... Moen...”
The young woman murmured, her face awash with emotion:
“Mm... give me a little more... a little more... of your love.”
