Chapter 455: The Saint is in Joy (Five Thousand)

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Suddenly she was dragged into the hot spring. The sudden stimulation caught Isabel off guard and she let out a pleasant sound from her cherry lips.

Her already pretty cheeks were even more rosy at this moment, her big eyes were charming, and her rapid breathing made her whole body exude an irresistible temptation.

The soft hair was wet and spread out on the water, like a goddess taking a bath.

The clothes were soaked by the spring water and stuck tightly to her delicate skin.

The originally tight fabric immediately became translucent.

The tight figure is clearly visible.

I could even vaguely feel Isabel's skin as delicate as snow through the saint's dress.

The temperature in the bathroom rose a little, and Ron felt as if there was a burning flame in his chest... Speaking of which, a long time had passed.

During this period of time, Mirabelle was always by his side.

Mirabelle's favorability has already skyrocketed. No matter what Ron needs, as long as he opens his mouth, the elf queen will never refuse. Unfortunately, Mirabelle was seriously injured and her body is recovering. She is in a weak stage.

No matter how beastly Ron was, he would not make any demands when Mirabelle was weak.

But on weekdays, the two of them always acted together. It could be said that Ron spent most of his time holding Mirabelle, and they could not avoid physical contact and whispering to each other.

He is not a gentleman, he is just a very normal man, who cannot be more normal. In this kind of relationship, how could he not have some impulses deep in his heart, but he suppressed them with his strong will.

Suppression is never a good way to relieve sexual desire, only guidance is.

As the saying goes, it is better to unblock than to block.

The impulse in Ron's body never disappeared, it just kept accumulating, accumulating, and accumulating in his body.

And Isabel's unintentional teasing was like a fuse, igniting this impulse and causing it to explode.

Ron could feel the strong throbbing in his chest, the rising body temperature, and the abnormality in his body. He stared at the saint in front of him with his eyes. He opened his mouth, and his voice was even a little hoarse:

"Isabelle, are you really ready?"

Isabel, who was feeling extremely embarrassed, shuddered when she heard Ron's voice. Being shy as a girl, she subconsciously wanted to deny it.

But I don’t know what happened, the delicate head just nodded slightly disobediently.

Then, Isabel took a deep breath, as if she mustered up all the courage in her chest, and finally raised her little head, looking directly at Ron with her big eyes: "Master, I... I'm ready."

"Let me serve you."

"As a servant, this is my duty."

Ron looked at the little saint in front of him in surprise. He really didn't expect Isabel to have such courage: "Serve? Um... do you know how to do it?"

Ron had serious doubts about this.

In all the major churches, although the Son of God and the Holy Daughter are said to be a perfect match, the church is not a palace after all.

It's not like the ancient emperors on Earth, where the women in the harem had special old palace maids to teach them the skills of sex.

If the church's rules were strictly followed, these saints would basically be as pure as a blank sheet of paper before getting married.

Although Isabel was born into a commoner family, she has served as a saint for many years. On weekdays, other nuns serve Isabel. As for serving others, especially men, Isabel should not be very good at it.

After hearing this, Isabel's face turned even redder.

Her long eyelashes were trembling rapidly, and her line of sight was wandering.

The whole person seemed to have been ashamed to a certain extent, and he wished he could dive into the hot spring and never bubble up again.

After several seconds, Isabel finally murmured, "You still understand a little bit."

"I have read some vernacular novels..."

Well, she is still the heroine in the novel, and Ron is still the hero.

Obviously, Isabel had reached her limit. This rabbit-like saint couldn't bear it any longer. She looked up at Ron charmingly, then took a deep breath and bent her legs.

The whole petite body was gradually submerged in the hot spring, leaving only the waterfall-like hair floating on the water.

Gulp, gulp! Bubbles rolled up from underwater and burst on the surface.

Ron's body trembled violently, his expression suddenly became particularly strange, and he subconsciously leaned back with his back against the edge of the hot spring. He exhaled heavily, his eyes a little dazed.

On the water surface that had just calmed down, ripples gradually spread out.

…

Outside the bathroom.

In the room.

Mirabelle looked odd.

Although her favorability towards Ron had already reached a peak, Mirabelle would never refuse any request Ron made to her.

But no matter what, she is the queen of the elves after all. The most noble blood of the Dusk Continent flows in her body. She has the pride and reserve of being a royal family.

Even though she liked Ron very much, she was still too embarrassed to take the initiative. She thought that if she teased him a little when they were together on weekdays and lying in Ron's arms, this man would immediately become like a wild beast, pounce on her and eat her alive.

Unexpectedly, because of his injuries, Ron acted like a gentleman these days. In fact, Mirabelle's injuries had already recovered a lot, she just couldn't bear to be held in Ron's arms, but she didn't expect that it would backfire.

In fact, in this situation, if it were a woman with a little experience, even if she was only good at theory, the relationship between the two would develop naturally and smoothly. But there was no way. If Isabel could be said to be a blank slate in this regard, with only a little theoretical knowledge at most, then Mirabelle was not even good at theory, and her theoretical knowledge was zero.

She had no idea how to overcome the shame in her heart, or how to make Ron understand her feelings and desires.

Originally, Mirabelle was not in a hurry. After all, she wanted to live with Ron for a long time. She believed that as long as they spent enough time together, there would be a chance eventually.

However, the appearance of Isabel brought Mirabelle a strong sense of crisis.

It was a feeling, as if something that originally belonged to her was about to be taken away by someone, which made Mirabelle even feel a strong sense of fear.

Especially after Isabel entered the bathroom with Ron, the sense of crisis suddenly became stronger.

As time went by and the two showed no signs of coming out of the bathroom, Mirabelle became more and more panicked, and the feeling that something that belonged to her was being taken away became stronger and stronger.

Finally, Mirabelle couldn't bear it anymore.

Gritting her teeth, Mirabelle rushed to the bathroom.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, Mirabelle couldn't help but be stunned. Only Ron could be seen in the bathroom, and Isabel was nowhere to be seen.

A layer of long hair spread out on the water like a waterfall, and ripples spread out on the water.

What the hell is this?

A big doubt arose in Mirabelle's little head.

…

It's late at night.

People are still awake! Bars are usually open very late, but because of the cold weather in the Theocracy of Spang, it is not too late.

The nightlife in the Theocracy of Spang is not very rich. Generally speaking, after midnight, the whole city will be shrouded in darkness. It's because it's too cold... But today is an exception.

The small bar opposite the hotel was still brightly lit, like a firefly in the dark night, so bright, dazzling and sparkling.

The bar owner had a bitter face and wrinkled skin, looking like he was about to cry.

He was really about to cry.

He just runs a small business, and daily business is very important to him.

But because of that gentleman, all his work today was in vain, and he even had to lose a lot of money.

As soon as this gentleman appeared, the number of customers in the entire bar dropped by four-fifths. Many bastards took advantage of the chaos to run away with the bill, causing the boss to lose a lot of money. Even if there were occasional customers coming in later, when they saw this gentleman sitting by the window with a gloomy face, they would immediately shudder and turn around and leave.

The business cannot be continued, and if it is absolutely necessary to close down the business, at least some losses can be recovered.

But this gentleman happened to be here, and he couldn't even close the door... There was nothing he could do, because this gentleman was someone you couldn't mess with.

Looking up at the dark night sky outside the window, the shop owner couldn't help but sigh again. He had really lost a lot of money today. He withdrew his gaze and fell on the man by the window again.

That was a very special man.

He used to be handsome, suave, and surrounded by beautiful women.

But, that was in the past.

Now, he is just a ghost who escaped from the gate of hell, just a resentful soul covered with scars after being burned in a sea of ​​fire... His once handsome face has been distorted beyond recognition, and his skin, which was once the envy of women, is now covered with ugly criss-crossing scars, as if centipedes were crawling all over his face, ugly and hideous.

There are two eyes, one has its upper eyelid rotted and fallen off, and the other has condensed together due to a scar, so it looks like one is bigger than the other at first glance.

There was not a single hair on the bald head, only bumpy scars.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that Ashborn, the most handsome man in the Kingdom of Spang, would become like this? Miserable, miserable, miserable... How miserable can it be described in one word.

But... thinking about the account book prepared specifically for Ashburn, and the densely packed numbers on the account book that are almost full, isn't this what he deserves? Isn't this what he deserves?

The shop owner's mouth curled up slightly.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But it soon disappeared.

He couldn't let Ashburn see him gloating... this guy would really kill someone.

If we say that the previous Ashbern still cared about the face of the Son of God and would not do some things too excessively, but after being disfigured, Ashbern's personality changed drastically... No, it should not be said that his personality changed drastically.

Perhaps this is his nature.

The disfigurement destroyed not only his appearance, but also the shackles that bound him.

In the past year or so, at least hundreds of people have been killed by Ashbern himself in this royal city alone. Some of them directly mocked Ashbern's appearance, some were just scared when they saw Ashbern's appearance, and some even just subconsciously looked at Ashbern a few more times... The store owner didn't want to die for such a joke reason.

The shop owner was a little confused. He admitted that seeing his fiancée check into a hotel room with another man was indeed a very disturbing thing.

But, you watched your fiancée go into the hotel with another man, fucked him, caught him in adultery, and you just sat in the bar drinking alone, right?

You are not a man anymore.

You deserve to be cuckolded.

Gulp!

Another mouthful of liquor went into his stomach, and Ashburn felt unbearable heat all over his body.

His face was burning hot.

The table and the floor were already piled high with wine bottles.

Although his realm had dropped, Ashburn was still a legendary master after all. But even with his strength, he couldn't hold on after drinking for half a day with almost no interruption.

He raised his head and looked with his ugly eyes at the tall hotel across the street.

Perhaps it was the stimulation of alcohol, but there was a flash of confusion in his eyes.

At this moment, Ashburn was like a sage. He sat quietly in his seat, staring at the hotel opposite, as if he wanted to see something from those bright windows.

The scenes that I have experienced in the past are flashing quickly in my mind.

How glorious was he once? How many princesses, noble ladies, and nuns had no respect for themselves in front of him, flirting and posing, just to climb onto his bed one day.

How many princes and young masters gathered around him, flattering and fawning on him, just to be looked up to by him. A casual word of praise from him was worth the other's decades of hard work.

He lost himself in the praise and flattery.

Once upon a time, he thought that the world was supposed to be like this, and that the world was supposed to revolve around him.

Finally one day, he fell into despair.

His handsome face turned ugly.

His powerful force became weak.

Even the status of the Son of God is shaky.

That was the darkest and most painful moment in his life. He wanted to get together with these good brothers to ease the depression in his heart, but who would have thought that the women and brothers who once surrounded him and flattered him would disappear completely in an instant.

He was like a piece of shit, no matter where he went, everyone avoided him.

The looks those women gave him were full of disgust, while the looks those younger brothers gave him were full of gloating.

Even his own parents were ready to transfer everything they had to his eldest brother.

At that moment, Ashburn truly experienced what it felt like to be deserted by everyone, and truly understood what human hearts were.

No, that's not right, not everyone has abandoned themselves.

There are two more...

One is Simmons. When he was most desperate, it was Simmons who gave him courage again and it was Simmons who opened up a path to light for him in hell.

If it weren't for Simmons, the position of the Son of God and the powerful force would have been completely away from him, and he would have been forever sunk in the mud and unable to turn over.

There was another person... It was Isabel.

Before today, Ashburn was full of disgust and hatred towards Isabel. He always felt that if it weren't for Isabel, he would never be as embarrassed as he is now.

Ninety percent of the reason why I fell into hell was Isabel's fault.

All along, Ashburn wished he could grind Isabel to dust with his own hands.

But just now, because of drinking a lot, he was drunk and hazy, but at this moment, his consciousness was clearer than ever before. It was like a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, and an idea that had never existed before appeared in Ashburn's mind.

He suddenly thought, maybe... Isabel was the only person in the world, besides Simmons, who treated him sincerely.

At dusk in the temple.

Because of his recklessness, deep poison, and his body rotting and emitting a strong stench, the other clergymen all looked disgusted and no one was willing to get close to him.

It was Isabel who always stayed by my side and took care of me.

When I was waiting for death in extreme pain, everyone was watching me, even gloating and couldn't wait to see the moment of my death.

It was Isabel who went to find that bastard Ron and sacrificed her own body to get herself the life-saving antidote.

When everyone was blaming her for losing all the gains in the Twilight Temple and treated her particularly badly, Isabel still stayed by her side and never left her.

Even if he left the Temple of Dusk and returned to the Church of Nature's Heart.

When she became the target of public criticism and was despised by everyone, Isabel still supported her from behind.

She never said a word to defend herself, but instead kept speaking well of him.

It was not until this time that Ashiburncai realized how heavy this feeling was.

However, no matter how sincere the feelings are, they cannot withstand endless wear and tear... After he had unabashedly released his malice towards Isabel time and time again, even this woman who had always been with him finally abandoned him.

It was he who pushed away the woman who loved him the most, and it was he who made himself a real loner.

For the first time, a strong sense of guilt appeared in Ashburn's eyes.

It was at this time that Ashbern finally understood who was truly good to him. When he thought of Isabel, Ashbern even felt a dull pain in his chest as if it was tangled.

He finally realized what kind of position Isabel held in his heart.

Before, he was just used to having Isabel by his side, so he subconsciously ignored this woman. It was not until Isabel left that he realized how important this woman was to him.

If...if I had been a little nicer to Isabel, would a lot of things have been different?

With a confused and heartbroken gaze, he once again looked towards the hotel in front of him. Ashburn felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

Isabel, what are you doing now? ...

The Saint is drinking porridge, which is rich in nutrition and has nine times the protein content of beef! 　The first chapter of 5,000 words is here.

(End of this chapter)