Chapter 455 The Saint Is Rejoicing (5,000)

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Suddenly she was pulled into the hot spring. The sudden stimulation caught Isabel off guard, and a pleasant sound came from her lips.

Her already beautiful cheeks were even scarlet at this moment, her big eyes were as charming as silk, and coupled with her rapid breathing, her whole person was exuding an irresistible temptation.

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

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

The originally tight fabric immediately became translucent.

The tight body is showing every detail.

Faintly, you can even feel Isabel's delicate snow-like skin through the saint's dress.

The temperature in the bathroom increased a bit, and even Ron felt as if a cluster of burning flames were being suppressed in his chest... Speaking of which, a long time had really passed.

During this period of time, Mirabelle was always with him.

Mirabell's favorability has already reached the sky. No matter what Ron's needs are, this elf queen will never refuse as long as she asks. Mirabell is seriously injured and is recovering and is in a weak stage.

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

It's just that on weekdays, the two of them always move together. It would be better to say that Ron spends most of the time holding Mirabelle, and there is unavoidable physical contact and rubbing.

He is not a gentleman, he is just a very normal man, a very normal man. Under this kind of relationship, how could he not have any impulse deep down in his heart, but only suppressed it with his strong will.

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

As the saying goes, it is better to clear things up than to block them.

The urge in Ron's body never went away, it just kept building up, building up, building up in his body.

And Isabel's inadvertent teasing was like a fuse, detonating this impulse and exploding with a bang.

Ron could feel the strong throbbing in his chest, the temperature getting higher and higher, and the abnormalities on his body. His eyes were just staring at the saint in front of him. He opened his mouth and his voice was even Somewhat hoarse:

"Isabel, are you really ready?"

Isabel, who was in a state of intense shyness, suddenly shivered when she heard Ron's voice. The girl's shy nature made her subconsciously want to deny it.

But I don't know what's going on, but the little girl nodded slightly disobediently.

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

"Let me serve you."

"As a servant, this is my responsibility."

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

Ron had serious doubts about this.

In major churches, although the Son and the Saint are said to be a perfect match, the church is not a royal palace after all.

Unlike the ancient emperors on Earth, the women in the harem and the dedicated old maids taught them the skills in bed.

If the church's rules are strictly followed, these saints will basically be as pure as a blank sheet of paper before they get married.

Although Isabel was born as a commoner, she had been a saint for many years. Other nuns usually served Isabel. As for serving others, or men, Isabel was probably not very good at it.

As soon as these words came out, Isabel's face turned even redder.

Her long eyelashes were shaking rapidly, and her vision was even more erratic.

The whole person seemed to be so ashamed that he wished he could plunge into the hot spring and never bubble again.

After several seconds passed, Isabel muttered softly: "Somehow, I still understand a little bit."

"I have read some story novels..."

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

It was obvious that Isabel's support until now was basically the limit. This rabbit-like saint could no longer bear it. She raised her head and glanced at Ron charmingly, then took a deep breath and bent her legs.

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

Gudu, Gudu!

Bubbles rolled up from the water and burst on the surface.

Ron's body trembled violently, his expression suddenly became particularly strange, and he leaned back subconsciously, leaning his back against the edge of the hot spring, exhaling heavily, and his eyes were slightly distracted.

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

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Outside the bathroom.

inside the room.

Mirabell looked strange.

Although her favorability towards Ron has already reached its maximum level, Mirabell will not refuse no matter what Ron asks of her.

But no matter what, she is the queen of the elves after all. She has the most noble blood in the Twilight Continent, and she has the pride and reserve of a royal family.

Even though she liked Ron very much, she was still a little embarrassed to take the initiative. She thought that if she teased Ron a little bit when they were getting along with each other on weekdays, she was afraid that this man would immediately become like a beast and directly Knocked her down and ate her alive.

Unexpectedly, because of his injuries, Ron behaved like a gentleman these days. In fact, Mirabelle's injuries had already fully recovered. She just couldn't bear the feeling of being held in Ron's arms, so she didn't want to make things worse.

In fact, in this case, a woman with a little bit of experience, even on paper, can make the development between the two go naturally and naturally, but there is no way. If Isabel can be said to be a blank slate in this regard, Paper, at most, only has a little bit of theoretical knowledge, so Mirabelle can't even be considered as an expert on paper, and the theoretical knowledge is also zero.

She had no idea how to overcome the shame in her heart, and she didn't know how to make Ron understand her thoughts and desires.

Mirabelle was not in a hurry at first. After all, she wanted to get along with Ron for a long time. She believed that as long as they stayed together long enough, they would eventually have a chance.

However, Isabel's appearance brought a strong sense of crisis to Mirabell.

That feeling, as if something that originally belonged to her was about to be taken away, gave Mirabell a strong sense of fear.

Especially, after Isabel followed Ron into the bathroom, the sense of crisis suddenly became stronger.

As time passed by and more and more time passed, and there was no sign of the two of them coming out of the bathroom, Mirabell became more and more panicked, and the feeling that her things were being taken away became stronger and stronger. .

Finally, Mirabelle couldn't bear it any longer.

Gritting her teeth, Mirabell walked towards the bathroom.

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

A layer of long hair swayed on the water like a waterfall, with ripples spreading on the water.

What the hell is this?

There was great doubt in Mirabell's little head.

…

It's late at night.

No one sleeps!

Bars are generally open until late, but because of the cold weather in Spang Theocracy, it's not too much.

The nightlife in Spang Theocracy is not very rich. Generally speaking, after twelve o'clock in the morning, the whole city will be shrouded in darkness. Otherwise, it will be too cold... But today is an exception.

The small bar opposite the hotel is still brightly lit, like fireflies in the dark night, so bright, dazzling and shining.

The young owner of the bar smiled bitterly, his face was wrinkled, and he looked like he was about to cry.

He was really going to cry.

He is a small businessman, and every day's business is very important to him.

But because of that man, my work today was in vain, and I even had to get involved a lot.

As soon as this man appeared on the scene, the number of customers in the entire bar dropped by four-fifths. There were even many bastards who took advantage of the chaos to evade the order and let the boss lose money directly to his grandma's house. Even if there were occasional customers coming in later, as soon as he saw this man I was sitting by the window, with a gloomy face. Everyone immediately trembled, turned around and left.

If the business cannot be done, it is impossible to close down the business, but at least some losses can be recovered.

But unfortunately this man is here, he can't even close the door... There is no way, who makes this man a master who can't be messed with.

Looking up at the dark night sky outside the window, the shop owner couldn't help but sigh again. He really suffered a lot of losses today. He looked away and fell on the man by the window again.

That's a very special man.

He was once handsome, charming, and surrounded by beautiful women.

But, that was before.

Now, he is just a fierce ghost who escaped from death at the gate of hell, just a resentful soul covered with scars who has just been burned in the sea of ​​fire... His once handsome cheeks have been distorted into shape, and his skin was once envied by women. , now covered with criss-crossing ugly scars, as if there were centipedes crawling on the face, ugly and ferocious.

Of the two eyes, one rotted and lost its upper eyelid, and the other was condensed together due to scars. At first glance, one was larger and the other smaller.

On the bald head, not even a hair could be seen, only pitted scars remained.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that the most handsome man in the Spang Theocracy, Ashbern, would actually look like this?

Miserable, miserable, miserable... How can the word miserable be used?

But... I thought about the account book prepared for Ashbourne alone, and the densely packed numbers in the account book that were almost full. Isn’t this deserved? Isn’t it deserved?

The corner of the shop owner's mouth revealed a subtle arc.

But it quickly disappeared.

He couldn't let Ashbourne see him gloating... This guy could really kill people.

If we say that before, Axiburn still cared about the face of the Holy Son, and would not go too far in some things, but after the disfigurement, Axiburn's personality changed drastically... No, it shouldn't be said to be a major change in personality. .

Perhaps, this is his nature.

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

Over the past year or so, in this royal city alone, at least hundreds of people have been killed by Ahiborn. Some of them directly mocked Ahiborn's appearance, and some just because they saw Ahiborn. Seaborn's appearance showed a fearful expression, and some people even subconsciously glanced at Ashborn... The store owner didn't want to die because of such a joke.

The store owner didn't understand. He admitted that seeing his fiancée go to a hotel with another man to book a room was indeed a very disturbing thing.

But, you just watched helplessly as your fiancée entered the hotel with another man, went up to fuck him, caught him, and you just sat in the bar drinking, right?

You are still not a man anymore.

You deserve to be cuckolded.

Gudong!

Another gulp of strong wine poured into his stomach, and Axiburn felt unbearable heat all over his body.

His face was burning hot.

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

Although his realm has fallen, Axiburn is still a legendary master after all, but even with his strength, he can't hold on after drinking for a long time with almost no interruption.

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

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

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

The scenes he had experienced were flashing rapidly in his mind.

How beautiful was I once upon a time?

How many princesses, noble ladies, and nuns have no dignity at all in front of themselves, and they pretend to be extremely graceful, just so that one day they can climb onto their own bed.

How many princes and young masters gathered around him, flattering and flattering him, just to make himself look high on him. His casual words of support were worth the decades of hard work of the other party.

He lost himself in praise and adulation.

Once upon a time, he thought that the world should be like this, that the world would revolve around him.

Finally one day, he fell into despair.

His handsome appearance turned ugly.

His powerful force became weak.

Even the status of the Holy Son is shaky.

That was the darkest and most painful moment in his life. He originally wanted to get together with these good brothers to relieve the depression in his heart, but who would have thought that the women and younger brothers who once surrounded him and fawned over him would be there now. It disappeared completely in an instant.

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

The women looked at him with disgust, and the boys looked at him with gloating.

Even his own parents are ready to transfer everything they own to their eldest brother.

At that moment, Ashbern truly experienced what it means to be separated from one another, and truly understood what a human heart is.

No, no, not everyone abandons themselves.

There are two more people...

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

If it weren't for Simons, the position of the Holy Son and the powerful force would be completely far away from him, and he would sink into the mud forever and never be able to stand up again.

There was another person...Isabel.

Before today, Ashbourne was full of hatred and hatred for Isabel. He always felt that if it weren't for Isabel, he would never be in such a mess as he is now.

Isabel was 90% responsible for why she fell into hell.

All this time, Ashbourne wanted to crush Isabel to ashes with his own hands.

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

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

In the Temple of Dusk.

Because of his recklessness, deep poison, and rotten body exuding a strong stench, all the other priests had disgust on their faces, and no one wanted to get close to him.

It was Isabel who was always by her side, taking care of herself without leaving.

While he was waiting for death in extreme pain, everyone watched helplessly, and even gloated and couldn't wait to see the moment of his death.

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

When everyone blamed themselves for losing all the gains in the Twilight Temple and treated themselves particularly unkindly, Isabel still stayed by her side and never left her.

Even if it means leaving the Twilight Temple and returning to the Heart of Nature Church.

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

She never defended herself even once, but kept saying good things for him.

Until this time, Ahiboncai understood how heavy this feeling was.

However, no matter how sincere the feelings are, they cannot withstand the endless wear and tear... After he unabashedly unleashed his malice on Isabel again and again, even this woman who has always followed him has finally left him. Abandoned.

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

For the first time, Ahiburn's eyes showed strong guilt.

It was at this time that Ashbourne finally understood who was really good to him. When he thought of Isabel, Ashbourne even felt as if his chest was tangled together.

He finally discovered what kind of status Isabel held in his heart.

Before, he was just used to living with Isabel by his side, so he subconsciously ignored this woman. It wasn't until Isabel left that he realized how important this woman was to him.

If...if I had been a little nicer to Isabel, would many things have changed?

Confused and heartbroken, he once again looked at the hotel in front of him. Ashborn felt as if a huge stone was being pressed on his chest, which was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Isabel, what are you doing now?

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The saint is drinking porridge, which is rich in nutrients and has nine times the protein content of beef!

The first chapter is 5,000 words.