A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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Only the cold collar around her neck reminded her that even without chains, as long as the mark of the Goddess of Order remained, she couldn't escape unless she removed this collar.

"Slurp... slurp..."

That was the sound of the little snake licking the food in the food box. The taste was indeed quite good, like peach juice, but it was a little salty and a little sticky, and it was a bit different from eating peaches directly.

Saint Karina could determine the reasons, but she couldn't explain it directly.

"Gudu."

After feeding the last bit of food into the snake, Saint Karina felt that apart from a slight fever, she had no other unusual symptoms.

"Is that all right?"

I definitely felt full.

Drinking holy water is indeed a way for humans to absorb life energy, but if possible, Saint Karina really wanted to eat some normal food.

"Hmm, Sister Saint Karina was very well-behaved today, so I'm rewarding her with another drink."

Esther lifted her papal robe, revealing a figure composed of three line segments that were not on the same straight line, connected end to end.

Contrary to its cold and elegant appearance, the fabric inside is breathable and refreshing, with black as the main color and openwork lace trim.

If Esther in her papal robes is revered and almost divine, then Esther in her inner garments is like a succubus, born specifically to seduce and corrupt.

"I...I don't want to."

Saint Karina was a dignified saint who resolutely refused to drink freshly made holy water under the Pope's threat.

"Estelle, I watched you grow up, you've already had enough to drink. At least give me some dignity and let me eat normal food."

"Hehehe, normal food...that's fine~but only if you can eat it later, sister."

Esther let out a melodious laugh, and after adjusting the Pope's robes and finding nothing amiss, she rang the bell again.

Soon, the priestess named Philomena from before pushed in a food cart.

There's a round metal lid on top. After opening the metal lid, you'll find steak, roast chicken, fresh fish soup, fruit salad, bread, and ice cream for dessert on the food cart.

The ice cream was still emitting a chilling aura, showing no signs of melting. That was because the placemat underneath had a clever ice magic feature that maintained a constant temperature, ensuring the ice cream remained intact and wouldn't melt even after the meal.

"Please use it, Your Majesty."

She bowed respectfully to Saint Karina, her manners impeccable, showing no disdain despite Saint Karina's imprisonment. However, her eyes held little warmth, as if she were an ice sculpture.

She is eternally unchanging, perhaps even colder than the ice cream on the food cart that uses frost magic to maintain a constant temperature.

Perhaps this personality trait is why Pope Esther kept her by her side, not just because of the priest's strength and rank.

All the food and tableware were set out on the tablecloth. Saint Karina tried the fish soup with some skepticism. The food was delicious, and the fish had no fishy smell. In fact, due to the quality of the fish and the cooking time of the soup, it could be described as melting in the mouth.

Saint Karina couldn't resist the urge to eat, so she drank most of the soup, then tried the roast chicken and steak, and finally took a bite of the bread.

"Are you ready, Sister Saint Karina...?"

Looking up, I saw Esther's still gentle, unchanging expression, as if it could drip water.

His expression was the same as before, as if it had never changed, which was chilling.

"Prepare what... um!"

Before Santa Karina could even utter a word, she felt as if she had been struck hard on the back of the head.

It was as if countless indescribable, terrifying murmurs suddenly exploded in her mind. Each sound was so sharp and piercing, so desperate, yet it was impossible to hear what those sounds were saying. Like a sharp steel cone, it stirred up the depths of Saint Karina's consciousness.

If an ordinary person heard that sound, they would probably collapse on the spot. It was only because Saint Karina was once a tenth-level powerhouse, and with the gift of the evil god, that she was able to barely withstand this wave of mental impact.

The second wave targets a mental pain that feels like the heart is being tightly gripped by some indescribable force, as if the heart is being crushed, followed by intense spasms in the stomach.

These situations are complicated to describe, but they all happen in an instant. The outward appearance is like Santa Karina being hit hard on the head by some invisible air hammer, causing her to bend forward sharply and cover her mouth, but still unable to stop the undigested food she had just swallowed from entering her stomach.

She vomited up food from her mouth, the vomit landing on the clean, beautiful floor. She didn't even have time to go to the bathroom.

"Ugh... ugh!"

These sensations were so disgusting that Saint Karina didn't feel the abnormal feeling that had swept through her body subside until she vomited everything in her stomach.

"Sister Saint Karina, are you alright?"

"Thanks……"

What was handed over to wipe her mouth was a black handkerchief, but when Saint Karina opened it, she realized it was a triangular piece of fabric she had met before, and she exclaimed how sexy it was.

Her face turned pale and red instantly. The paleness was due to the pain she had just experienced, and the redness was due to the black handkerchief.

And it wasn't until she wiped her mouth clean that she realized the strong taste of peach juice had smeared all over her mouth again.

"Was it...you who did this?"

His tone was worried, but his face remained calm with a smile, showing no sign of concern.

It was as if she deliberately pretended to be worried about Saint Karina's health, thereby lowering Saint Karina's guard and ultimately giving her the black cloth to achieve her goal.

She seemed to have known all this all along, clearly knowing that Saint Karina couldn't eat the food.

Saint Karina knew there was nothing wrong with her body, so the problem must lie in the food she had just eaten.

"Sister Saint Karina, what are you talking about? What kind of nonsense could I possibly be talking about? If you're asking if the food contains any poison or emetic ingredients, then my answer is no. These are perfectly normal foods."

As Esther spoke, she even picked up the last small bite of bread that Saint Karina had taken from the still-unovered plate and took a bite out of the bread's rim.

"Look, I ate some too, and there was no reaction~ So, Sister Saint Karina, do you want to keep eating?"

Because Saint Karina was kneeling on the ground, Esther felt a sense of being superior.

Do you think I can still eat?

Santa Karina gave a bitter laugh; her stomach was still cramping, so how could she possibly eat anything now?

"I'm going to the bathroom."

The side hall has a separate bath and a regular toilet. The toilet in the side hall where Saint Karina was imprisoned had a wet and dry separation area.

"Wait, Sister Saint Karina, did I give you permission to leave?"

A sickly voice rang out from behind, "Saint Karina! Danger!"

83. Seize the dawn of freedom

So, after being thrown into the bathtub for a cleaning, when Saint Karina was finally able to lie down and rest properly again, she felt like her body was being torn apart from the inside out.

The sheets had been changed and washed, and you could faintly smell the fragrance of soap after cleaning.

"I'm so tired..."

The second time the map was unlocked, it was in such a large bathtub. Her body was clean, but Saint Karina felt as if there was no liquid left in her body.

The indescribable pain intensified, and Saint Karina made up her mind to remove this damned collar and run away.

"The only thing we can do is try to gain relative freedom first."

Since force is not an option, Saint Karina has no choice but to use strategy.

Thinking about what happened in that space, every inch of her indescribable parts was being frantically taken from, their fingers intertwined, and their mouths were covered with theirs, leaving her only able to make muffled sobs.

"Sister Saint Karina... what are you thinking about?"

"I was just wondering if I would collapse from exhaustion."

"Of course not, sister, I have prepared lots and lots of nutritional supplements for you."

Esther smiled radiantly, and the way she looked at Saint Karina was more like prey than someone she liked.

The black bodysuit nightgown for home is made of very thin material, and the legs wrapped in black stockings with perfect leg shape are extremely alluring.

"Sister Saint Karina, can you feel my love for you?"

"If you could help me remove the collar around my neck, I would definitely be able to feel it."

Saint Karina said irritably.

"Sister, you know you can't~"

Her hand touched the cold collar, and her eyes held a sickly pity.

Her delicate white hand touched the cold object. In her eyes, the angry Saint Karina was just an adorable pet. Saint Karina's angry glare was completely harmless and had no offensive power.

She kissed her again, starting from her lips and moving to every indescribable part of her body. The agonizing feeling made Saint Karina want to kick Esther off her, but she couldn't break free and could only endure it.

For a fleeting moment, Santa Karina felt her "human" self being gradually stripped away.

"Sister Saint Karina, Esther's embrace is your home... forever."

As if transformed into a goddess of love, Esther held Saint Karina tightly in her arms.

Noticing that Saint Karina was struggling, Esther increased her strength, trying to pin her down firmly.

“I know that right now, Sister Saint Karina is as wary as a kitten I just took in, but that’s okay. I will slowly teach Sister Saint Karina, and she will understand my love sooner or later. Not only her body, but her soul is also entangled with mine.”

If she could resist, Saint Karina would definitely say no.

However, regarding resisting yandere, Saint Karina had read a book by an author named Zeminlo. In her novel, the female protagonist's initial imprisonment of the female protagonist was merely house arrest.

However, as the protagonist resists time and time again, the female protagonist's control over him becomes stronger and stronger. In the end, even basic physiological needs like going to the toilet can only be met by being pushed around on wheels, with shackles on his limbs and a collar around his neck.

Normally, the body is restricted to certain positions except when lying in bed, with no free will whatsoever.

"However, Sister Saint Karina, while you can't remove the collar, it's still fine to give you a certain degree of freedom."

Since Saint Karina has not yet attempted to escape, and given Esther's confidence in her own strength, she yielded slightly.

If a pet's cage doesn't get any sunlight or fresh air, the pet will soon look like it's about to die.

Esther disliked the lifeless Saint Karina; she preferred the radiant Saint Karina who had helped and encouraged her in the orphanage and monastery. Even then, Saint Karina was not yet the renowned Holy Maiden of the Nation, nor was she His Holiness the Pope of the Church of Order.

"Of course~ there are conditions. It's always Esther who's been taking the initiative. As long as you satisfy my little whims, put on shackles and chains, and please me, how about it?"

Esther had a smile playing on her lips, but her expression was serious.

"it is good."

Even if it's limited freedom, Saint Karina must fight for it.

Only in that way can she grasp the future.

Thus, the woman with snow-white long hair and noble blue eyes like precious sea-blue gemstones, possessed an exquisite appearance that made the high-end furnishings in the room pale in comparison.

Her figure falls between that of a young girl and a mature woman, with a full, snow-capped front and a round, perky back. Underneath her thin clothing, her graceful curves are faintly visible, making one's blood boil.

"Not here yet?"

That beautiful woman was none other than Saint Karina.

She was getting a little bored; she hadn't expected that the other person would need to take a break at this point to retrieve their props.

Falling asleep before Esther's arrival would be severely punished, the nature of which is self-evident. This included forcing her to drink large amounts of holy water imbued with the Pope's power.

As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the room slid open with a dull scraping sound. A girl dressed in a black nightgown entered the room, her brown soft boots creating a sense of oppression for Saint Karina as they scraped against the floor.

Dull, intermittent pain in the heart.

Perhaps she wasn't quite used to her current physical weakness, or perhaps it was due to the recent forced overindulgence of her body, but she felt very uncomfortable. Her legs were sore and weak, and the fact that she had just agreed to wear handcuffs and ankle shackles tonight in exchange for freedom made even normal walking difficult.

Upon seeing the blonde woman walk in, Saint Karina raised her head with a sorrowful expression, like a warrior facing death, and gazed at the woman's heterochromatic eyes with a solemn expression, her attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hurry up and do what you want to do... I'm so sleepy right now. I'm so tired and sleepy."

"You won't be sleepy anymore, Sister Saint Karina. I promise you, you won't feel sleepy or bored anymore, nor will you have such a cold expression. You will become wanton in my arms, unable to extricate yourself from the pleasure I give you. I must say, we are quite compatible."

Esther gently stroked Santa Karina's cheek with her light hand, her eyes deep and captivating.

She then walked over to the sofa, sat down, and waved to Santa Karina, who was sitting on the floor.

"Crawl over here like before. Keep all fours on the ground. If you dare to leave the ground, you'll be punished. You can have it hung up and pampered, or tied to a pillar, but you'd better do as I say. You don't want to make me angry and suffer, right?"

"Tsk..."

Saint Karina wore an expression of defiance, but her body still obediently submitted to Esther's orders.

Perhaps it's because her body has become accustomed to those commands due to her strong and forceful training in a short period of time, or perhaps it's PTSD, causing the body to obey before the brain even thinks about it.

84. Payment of costs

The metal collar around my neck felt slightly cool, and wearing it in this overly cool place was a bit uncomfortable.