Chapter 194 – The Seventh Saint’s Choice
”Seuuuuu with…”
A peaceful face, unlike the lewd body wearing a frivolous prostitute’s wedding dress.
Harumu oversleeps in clothes that are more obscene than naked.
She shows no signs of waking up and is just breathing out her breath.
The unexpected situation froze her brain for a moment, but she had no time to dwell on it.
The bathroom light was the only light on, and there was a guest in this room before me.
Now that she has not yet regained her desire, she must hide before she is discovered by ‘that woman’.
Dalkak─
“Whoa…”
“Ah.”
She had to hide, but it was already too late.
The woman who came in through the door of her bedroom was wrapping a white towel around her body, soaked in water and lust.
A woman approaches her bed with trembling steps, her freshly curled hair resting on her shoulder.
The woman who finally stood before me through the darkness of the hallway was Harumu’s secretary, Natsuki Hana, as expected.
She was a crazy female secretary who threatened her mother and her father for bringing shame to Harumu.
In the end, her entire soul burned away and she became a saintly doll that only followed my commands.
It seems that the soul that was burned due to the reset has been recovered and is now able to move to life again.
“You’ve waited a long time, lady…♡ Hehe, hehe…”
Hana, who has not yet recognized the day due to the darkness in her room, gets closer and closer.
With her lust rising towards Harumu on her bed, a dirty smile flowing from the corner of her mouth.
She thought so, but still.
It was Hana who dressed the sleeping Harumu in such an outfit.
Just like in the previous world, he is fanatically obsessed with ‘Yumekawa Harumu’.
Are the dark emotions I saw when I was possessed by a body still intact?
In order to attack the sleeping Harumu, Hana loosens the towel she was wearing and drops it.
A pure white breast clearly exposed, ripples on clean skin without blemishes.
Her steps have become increasingly bold, and her breasts are shaking as she moves more vigorously.
“…”
As each step gets closer to Harumu, the distance between me is also narrowing.
She took a cautious step back, holding her breath as best as she could, hoping she wouldn’t notice me.
There wasn’t enough space to escape in the narrow bedroom. One shoulder finally reached me.
The moment when I tried to spit out my desire even at the risk of fainting.
“Ah, ah…♡ The young lady’s dress that only I can see…
You’re so beautiful, girl, you’re so beautiful…! My own bride…♡”
“…Uh?”
It wasn’t even just a slight touch, our bodies collided with each other with a loud sound.
Yet one did not even suspect something standing in the dark.
One gaze focused solely on Harumu lying on the bed.
Something was strange.
It’s as if my existence is being completely ignored by her…
Curiosity aroused along with an unknown sense of incongruity, and I raise my head to possibilities.
Then she carefully follows Hana and puts her hand on her shoulder.
But Hana climbed onto the bed without even looking back and sat down next to Harumu.
“Hey, can you hear me?”
“Whoosh, whoosh…! Lady, ah, the smell is good…♡ Lady’s hand…!♡ Churrrr (marbled rumbling lilt…”)
“…”
The moment when doubt turns into certainty. This time, I raised my voice towards one, but
Hana was biting Harumu’s finger and licking it obscenely, not even pretending to listen.
This made it clear.
One doesn’t recognize me.
To her, I became like a ghost or an invisible person.
I’m not sure, but is this a trace or change of the saint that appeared in Hana?
The traces of a saint are special traces left on a woman who was corrupted by a mask in the world before the reset.
But she had her very soul incinerated, leaving only her body behind. Why was there a trace left?
Even more than that, she couldn’t fathom that it was a mark that made it impossible for her to recognize the owner’s existence.
Until now, the traces of saints have been revealed in the form of individual tendencies or hidden desires.
For example, Isabelle, who was looking for affection, became a pampered child, and Chak Jeong-gwang Luna became her queen.
But I can’t even guess where Natsuki Hana’s traces came from.
“Ha, your finger is with my saliva…! If you show me something like this, I won’t be able to hold back any longer…♡”
“…”
“Nghhh♡ Heehee…! Now, touch it…♡ My pussy is so wet because of you…
In this state, work will be disrupted, but it might be better if you rub your pussy with the young lady’s hand…♡
Chuuup, chouup… But it doesn’t matter, right? “You can use your hands, breasts, and pussy as you wish…”
“…Seuuuuu…”
“Hehe, seeing as you’re not waking up, that means you don’t mind marrying me, right?
Don’t worry, girl… I’ll make sure to make you happy…♡”
Just as I was thinking deeply about a trace, a sound that was difficult to hear hit my eardrums.
The moan of an animal vomited as Harumu’s sleeping hand rubs her cunt drenched in love juice.
I can’t concentrate because Hana is spewing out mad love for Harumu.
Natsuki Hana is similar to Yunbyeol in that she has a twisted affection for the same sex.
The way it is expressed seems to be one level. Unlike Yunbyeol, in the dirty direction.
Even Yunbyeol, who loved her older sister, did not make Yunsol wear a pervert dress or sleep with her.
I knew she was an extreme crazy bitch before, but I never thought it would be like this.
I suspect that this crazy bitch may have drugged Harumu, who can’t wake up from his sleep.
“Chyurp, churp…♡ Ha, I’ll make sure you get breast milk too…♡”
Hana is sucking on her nipples while pushing her Harumu’s fingers into her pussy.
Her mind is saying, ‘Let’s just observe the situation calmly,’ but she can’t take it anymore.
With a deep sigh, he approaches right behind Hana and raises his clenched fist high.
Then, the hardened product was dropped exactly on the top of one’s head and fed with honey chestnuts.
“Kwaaaaah?!”
“Ah! You really have to do it in moderation, in moderation! Why are you messing with Harumu?”
Perhaps it was because Natsuki Hana in particular had such deep hate for her, but she didn’t want to let her do as she pleased.
Even if she was the same woman, I was offended by her messing with my saintly woman. So that’s why…
“…You…”
“…Can you see me?”
One eye is looking back at me, rubbing the top of my head that was hit.
It was an eye that clearly reflected my appearance, unlike before, when I couldn’t even recognize it.
I was embarrassed in the midst of yet another change and spouted out the cliché lines of ghosts.
Hana, who was looking at each other with a dazed expression, reached out her hand to me first.
It’s a big deal, I still have desire──
“What nonsense is that? It’s natural to see it. More than that, what’s going on?”
“…What?”
──Another word and action that exceeded my expectations.
Hana casually asks a question in a tone that makes it seem like she knows me well.
In a complicated situation, I had no choice but to turn her question back into a question.
“Do you know who I am? Why aren’t you surprised?”
“Huh? You are ‘me’, right? You are my master, my thoughts, my heart, and my emotions.
I don’t know why I should be surprised to see you, when I’m just a moving body.
By the way, where have you been and where are you now? “It was difficult for me to move my body alone.”
“…I say ‘you’? What is that…”
I swallow back the question I was spewing out over a guess that passed through my mind and speak out.
“Then get away from Harumu, get down to the bottom of the bed, and squat down.”
“Yes, can we do it like this?”
“Okay, pee like that.”
“All right.”
Squeak…
Natsuki Hana carries out my orders without hesitation or even changing her expression.
She moved her body following the sound of my voice without the slightest suspicion or caution.
I look at Hana’s urine spraying onto the luxurious carpet, and Hana squatting in the puddle.
When I looked closely, I could see the light in the dark brown eyes, but
It was cloudy eyes that did not show the ‘will’ that a human being should have.
As Natsuki Hana said, I was her owner, thoughts, heart, and emotions.
The elements of the soul that make the vessel called the human body move and breathe.
One was that she was moving according to the instructions of her ‘own soul’ who was now standing before her eyes.
She seems to know the identity of the traces left behind on her.
What was left in one’s soul was a burn, a mark and scar that could never be erased.
A soul that had been erased from the world before reset due to soul incineration returned to this world.
However, the spirit was too severely injured to move the body of Natsuki Hana.
Her body was moving with difficulty, creaking like a scarecrow that was about to break down at any moment.
I appeared in such a situation.
One body and one mind had accepted me before.
The one who newly inhabited a body that was only a shell was none other than Choi Woo-joo.
When I was possessed by her, my soul faintly remained within her.
“…”
Natsuki Hana’s soul, which had already been reduced to ashes, could barely move her body.
Although she was stained with her scars, she lived as ‘Natsuki Hana’ according to her remaining memories, emotions, and instincts.
But that was now a limit, and a stronger spirit was needed to survive.
She needed the soul of the Choi Universe that remained within her, the essence of that soul, the Choi Universe.
And finally, he appeared before his eyes, and Natsuki Hana became Choi Woo-joo.
Natsuki Hana was tied by the thread of her soul and became a puppet who thought and moved according to her will.
This means that I can realize everything I think and think in one body.
Just like this.
“…Hey, what should I do now? I just want to stop waking up…”
“Become a saint and live as a recipient of my cum for the rest of your life.”
“Yes, I will become your saint. All I have to do is offer up my perverted fuck hole, anal pussy, and blowjob onahole, right?
Um, my pussy got wet again when I imagined the miserable life of being a recipient of your cum♡ Quick, give me the mask♡”
“OK.”
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