How to Live With a Broken Saint 32

Chapter 32 – The Broken Saint (2)

Sianna let out a moan of her pain. Her pain between her legs, a feeling she had never felt in her life, jolted her and scared her. Without realizing it, she strained her hands and feet. The sensation of squeezing Isabella’s smooth skin was so vivid.

She scars Isabella’s on her body, and she might get her punishment later.

A small voice came from somewhere deep in her head, but Cianna couldn’t think much about it, most of her reason was trying to understand what was happening to her.

The sensation of blood rushing to the tip of her head was vivid. As the tingling pain subsided, the feeling of a foreign body between her legs invading her inner flesh became very vivid.

“… Ah.”

That it is

Sianna’s dizzy head gradually regained consciousness, recalling the correlation between the constant movement between her legs and the lingering pain.

Forcing her trembling head down, Shiana looked down at the crack in herself. Exactly where Isabella’s finger was revealed and her disappearance over and over again.

What.

No.

No, no, no

I could feel the body odor coming from Isabella’s body, the air in her room, and the faint heat of her lust. Tears start to flow down my cheeks, I feel a caressing hand on them.

“It’s mine. Siana. Your beginning, your body, and everything from now on.”

Cianna looked at Isabella as she heard the ringing in her ears. Her two purple eyes gave off a strange light.

“You will be by my side from now on.”

Shiana forced her head down again. Those red bloodstains that were soaking under the blanket before I knew it.

“… This, this-“

Instantly, a warm feeling began to spread through her lower abdomen. The feeling of soaking a tired body in a hot bath was starting from the inside.

In an instant, her pain melted away like snow, and Shiana couldn’t hide her embarrassment at the sensation of a pleasant sensation spreading throughout her body. She remembered the drug Isabella had applied to her hands, which she had glimpsed earlier.

“W-what did you do…”

Sianna tried to pull her body away, feeling herself strangely hot.

Every time Isabella and her body touched, it was as if all the senses in her body became more sensitive several times. Her warmth, the pulsation felt from her naked body, the sensation felt from the tip of her soft skin…

Fluff-

In one tug of hers, all of Sianna’s attempts were foiled. Like her doll with her strings cut, Cianna’s body in Isabella’s arms refused to obey her orders.

Her mind seemed to melt away at the pleasant sensation that ran through her body. Like chocolate that has been left for a long time under the warm summer sun.

“I can’t let you run away.”

Her voice seemed to come from far away. Her warmth, Isabella’s touch that made her whole body tingle, made her unconscious far away.

Isabella whispered in her ear as she gently brushed her back against her.

“Siana’s first experience, did I take it?”

As if her words had signaled her, Shiana felt a pleasure she had never felt before.

“Heuuuuu ♥?!”

Ever since she started learning about the pleasures that her body brings, she felt a numbness in her body that neither the days she mixed with Becky, nor the days she secretly touched herself, nor the numerous relationships she had under Isabella’s teaching assistant brought her to life. A feeling of pleasure.

At the genuine sexual pleasure transmitted between her legs, Cianna’s will to resist melted without leaving a trace, her breath choking on the tip of her chin, and Isabella’s smooth, skillful hands continued to penetrate her vagina. Every time I stimulated it, the tingling pleasure continued to hit me,

“Ugh, ugh, ah♥”

It was more like a moan that springs out reflexively from an unbearable stimulus that is close to torture rather than pleasant pleasure.

Cianna buried her face in Isabella’s chest. Her distraught, lost hands embraced her Isabella. It was an instinctive struggle for her to withstand the tidal wave of irritation, but to Isabella herself, it was a severe irritation.

“Ah ♥ ah ♥ ha ♥ ah ♥ ah ♥”

Sianna’s rough breathing thickened, and her hot breath created a roaring moisture in her chest. She warmed up the chilly air in the room at once.

She felt a stinging sensation on her back. She felt her ciana’s claws digging into her back, as her angry cat did. But to Isabella now, even that felt like a pleasure.

To the point where she couldn’t come to her senses, the thought that she had suffocated Shiana with her pleasure.

She made Isabella incredibly happy.

Isabella lifted her face in her ciana’s as she changed her posture. There was no focus in her loose eyes. The eyes, which swayed like empty marbles, looked like beasts. Her tongue and saliva, which had always been hidden only in her mouth, came out of her whenever she gasped.

Instinctive sexuality to the extent that it feels vulgar.

Isabella kissed her on the lips, feeling her heart burst with satisfaction. Her two tongues come and go. Sianna didn’t reject her tongue. No, she rather actively coveted Isabella’s tongue. As if she wanted to carve the shape of her tongue into her own.

They exchanged saliva several times, touching her gums, teeth, and every nook and cranny of her mouth. A long, sloppy kiss pauses for both of them to catch their breath.

“Paha-♥”

Isabella wiped her mouth and looked down at her slave. Her tousled, off-white hair looked messier than her usual. As if a pure white cloth rolled down her path and covered her with dust.

Her green, jewel-like eyes had turned into gooey, lust-filled eyes. Like the deep sea weeds that swallow the unwary.

Her parted mouth was smeared with her own saliva, which made her slightly red lips glisten.

She looked up at herself with her enchanted eyes and breathed her wild breath, focusing only on her own touch.

She brought Isabella her madness. The sound of her laughter filled the room. It was a clear laugh full of pure happiness.

It was after her first climax of her cyanna when she recognized that laugh was her own.

Isabella watched her all. When Sianna’s body stiffened for a moment, when her head was violently thrown back, when her tiny breasts swayed and her tender thighs wrapped around her arms and wouldn’t let go,

When Cianna’s vagina, wrapped around her fingers as she reciprocated, clung to Isabella’s hand and wouldn’t let go.

“Huuuuu ♥♥♥♥”

It wasn’t until I felt liquid pour like a fountain between my legs, making the cutest moan I’ve ever heard.

Isabella pulled her hand out between Cianna’s legs. There was no evidence that Isabella had taken her virginity from her fingers, which were smeared with Sianna’s love juice. The red traces still left all over the bed only support the senses from earlier.

“… Congratulations Siana.”

Said Isabella, glancing her fingers to and fro in her light. As she spread her fingers apart, a thin, sticky thread formed. She was proof of a more intimate and sticky relationship than a master-slave relationship, something Becky had never done before.

She watched blankly as her plump breasts rose and fell in rapid breath. Encroached by her still lingering aftertaste, I watched her catch her breath and catch her breath.

Shiana’s trembling did not subside easily. The flower petals, heated by intense caresses, opened between her loosened legs, and the water that could not be let out earlier flowed little by little.

It was a dirty and vulgar scene.

Isabella didn’t care about her. She lay down next to Sianna, who was breathing hard, not caring about the bed, which was already damp with love.

She pulled the weak Sianna into her arms. Her small body was held in her arms without resistance. Isabella spent much of her time hugging her, kissing her on the forehead, or straightening her sweat-drenched hair.

Soon, Isabella, feeling her tiredness, lay down on her side and buried her head in Ciana’s bedside. It smelled like a mixture of the body scent of her cyana and the sweat from her affair, but it was far from unpleasant for her.

Beyond my fading consciousness, I fell asleep using Sianna’s warmth as a blanket.

“Holy Lady.”

Her saintess turned her head at the sound of someone calling her. She turned her head carefully so as not to disturb her gray-white hair, which had never been cut.

“… That side…”

The saintess felt her doubt and looked at the woman who called her. She was a woman with short, bobbed brown hair and warm brown eyes. Her face looked a few years older than her at most, but her body was clearly marked by hard training.

She looked nervous, full of her awkwardness and insecurity, and with a stuttering example, she opened her mouth.

“My name is Mason. From now on, I will assist in the protection of the saintess.”

Mason.

Shiana quietly rolled her name into her mouth. It was a name that lingered on the tip of her tongue as if she had an lingering attachment. Why

Shiana, lost in her thoughts for a moment, hurriedly got her manners at the clearing of her priest who always assisted her.

“Please take care of me, driver. My name is Siana.”

Her face blushed, but her voice was calm, and she greeted her with the courtesy he had been taught. She raised her head and looked at her Mason. Her purple eyes shone beautifully,

Her eyes were like beautiful jewels, Shia thought.

“You look beautiful.”

Shiana was taken aback by Mason’s sudden opening of the mouth and her praise.

“Yes?”

“You are beautiful. The saintess.”

Mason took her hand. Cianna looked around her in her bewilderment. The priest she had been paying attention to just a moment ago was nowhere to be found. Mason’s dark hair fluttered in a sudden breeze.

The thick scent of lavender carried in the wind tickled her nose. It was a strange feeling. Feeling her heartbeat, which suddenly started beating fast, Cianna looked at Mason in front of her eyes.

She was a beautiful woman Her ebony hair that came down to her waist, her jewel-like purple eyes, and her eyes that stood slightly upright looked like a cat. Little by little she got closer. Her Mason’s fingers squeezed and squeezed her Sianna’s fingers.

Her as if she would never let go.

“You know what, saintess? The saintess will be mine from now on.”

Her hand touched Siana’s body before she knew it. Her Shiana impression frowned a little. This is not right. The church had strict rules about the behavior of the clergy, but strict rules were applied to the clergy.

“Mason, don’t do this-“

Cianna’s words were blocked by Mason’s lips, her warm, moist tongue squeezed into her lips. Her Sianna’s heart started beating like crazy. She wondered if she might have been caught by Shiana or Mason, who started layering her body on top of her.

Mason’s hand moved quickly. She undid the hem of her dress, caressed her breasts, and ran her areolas with her fingertips. She stretched her goo and made her sound and didn’t stop kissing her.

Siana’s reaction gradually weakened. She is like a worm trapped in her rosin. Her writhing and flapping become nothing more than meaningless munching, and when she herself is dragging Mason by Cianna herself,

She felt a burning pain in her forehead, a burning pain in her left wrist, and a tearing pain between her legs.

Cianna opened her eyes. Nothing left. In the empty and empty darkness, naked and weak, she wrapped her body with her hands, but the cold wind, like an awl, cut through her bare skin.

Even with her long hair, she wanted to cover her naked body, but no matter how much she put it together, her hair, which stopped at the end of her waist, was awkward. Siana grabbed her hair and brought it in front of her eyes,

Her crimson blood began to flow from her left wrist, dyeing her grayish white hair a sticky red color.

Embarrassed, Shiana hurriedly lowered her body. Only then did she see the blood dripping between her legs. Upon discovering the source of the tearing pain, her Sianna’s legs gave way.

Her body, which had lost her virginity, was unfit as an agent for conveying God’s will.

She screamed. An inhuman cry came from her throat. A raw voice filled with grief, as if thousands of knives were scraping the stone floor.

I was hoping someone would wake me up. It was a hellish nightmare. This couldn’t have been her life.

Cianna winced and opened her eyes. She tried to stand up, covered in cold sweat, but her body wouldn’t move as if it had been hard work. Cianna closed her eyes and tried to recall the content of her dream, but as she always does, she couldn’t recall. Cianna cautiously opened her eyes.

As Isabella’s sleeping face came into her field of vision, her body, immersed in her haze, recalled her memories little by little.

And, remembering Isabella’s first suffering,

“… Haha.”

Siana laughed lightly.

Because it was going to happen anyway.

I couldn’t turn back now.

Suddenly, her body cooled down and she felt cold, so Siana looked around for a blanket. She caught sight of the duvet thrown to the floor, wet and messy with traces of lovemaking, but she couldn’t simply pick it up from the wide bed.

In the end, Shiana gave up, and she clung a little closer to the only person she could share her warmth with. She entrusted her body with a little warmth, and Shiana closed her eyes.

Everything was broken, and she wanted to take her eyes off her for a little while.