Chapter 170 – 40. Stop Touching My Butt! (1)
How long did it take for consciousness to go dark?
Isabel’s eyes, even forgetting time, fluttered.
“Ugh… Eww…”
Isabel finally came to her senses after lying on the floor for a while. After her, an indescribable, terrible headache came over her like a wave.
Damn my head… Ah…
Her head looks like it’s going to explode. Nevertheless, she lifted her heavy eyelids because she had to know what was going on.
The blurry image of someone sitting with a roaring bonfire behind them appeared in her eyes.
“Are you awake, sister?”
Sister?
Who is it? It’s hazy, like there’s a fog in her head, but it’s definitely a familiar voice she hears every day. Moreover, my sister… From memory, there was only one person who used that title.
Sylvia?
The events that occurred before she suddenly passed out quickly flash through her mind. Sylvia struck the back of the head just as he was attacking Priest Isaiah. It was a refreshing blow aimed precisely at the back of her head, as if he had not intended to kill her.
“Huh… Pfft…”
A kind of anger rises. Aside from hitting her own self, Isaiah was instantly furious at the fact that her own male had been taken away.
Just as he was about to rush towards Sylvia so recklessly!
Sigh-!
Her wrists tightening with force as if pulled from the other side. I was startled and looked behind her to see that the vines strengthened by her divine power had connected to the wooden pillar and were holding her wrists tightly, preventing her from escaping.
“Sister, you can’t stop that anyway. Just give up.”
“What?”
“No, it’s really great. They beat me up like a dog just because I had sex with a priest… While disappearing for a moment… “The two of us are just so hot!”
“Hey, what did you say?”
“Why, if you let go, I will hit you again. Is it that difficult for us to have a conversation? What about stealing someone else’s property?”
This guy? Do you really want to go after it? Sylvia is scratching her stomach as if she has been waiting for this moment. If she knew it would be like this, she shouldn’t have been nice to her on a regular basis. Did she know that he would hit her in the back like this? There was only late regret.
“Priest, where is Priest Isaiah?”
“Under? Is she crazy? Still don’t understand the situation? Uh!? They turned a normal person into that situation.”
“What? Like that?”
Isabel stops trying to cut off the vine when she hears that it’s like that, and traces her memory of that moment. The memory of her before she fainted after getting drunk on something is faint but clear.
It was only then that the brutal assault on Priest Isaiah, who had come to urge reconciliation, came to mind.
Wait, what did I do…
Her head gets cold. I put someone I didn’t like under my wing and did something that I couldn’t bear as a human being.
I wonder how harshly he treated Isaiah when he begged him to stop. Isabel, she couldn’t believe that she had done it herself.
“I… Why…”
I don’t know. Why was it like that at the time? After a strange scent coming from Priest Isaiah’s body hit his nose, he began to lose consciousness. After that, his body went out of control and stopped listening.
In an instant, my cognitive function was ruined and all I could think about was that I had to violate him. I raped him as my brain told me to do.
“I guess I finally remembered. “What have you done?”
After facing reality, Isabel’s eyes tremble in shock. A memory that was too vivid to be considered a dream. The feeling of his touch still lingered on the corner of her mouth.
“That’s a lie. I am a priest…”
I cherished and cherished him more than anyone else. Therefore, even a scratch was not allowed on the body of the man who held the position of saint… Why? She was a completely different person back then. It was Isabelle herself, but at the same time, it was her sexual desire itself.
“Aha… I understand your feelings, sister. That wasn’t the original intention. I was like that at first too. I think it’s because of the clothes the priest is wearing… Right?”
“…”
“I know that feeling. “I always regretted it after doing it.”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“That’s not true…”
I don’t want to admit it. To be swayed by mere carnal desires… Moreover, to violate the man she loved for such a reason… I could never accept it.
This makes her any different from an animal. Sylvia was a beast to begin with, but she was a normal person. Her mentality wasn’t weak enough to be swayed by her instincts.
“Ha… Sister, why don’t you straighten her face? She is now a fellow passenger…”
“What?”
Do, colleague? Are you on the same level as that four-legged beast?
She never belittled Suin, but the words that she was in the same boat pierced her heart like a dagger.
Especially because I saw with my own eyes what Sylvia had done to Priest Isaiah.
The memories of that time and Isabel’s memories of when she herself attacked Isaiah also naturally overlapped.
No, I was with that rapist… Same?
“What are you two doing? What are you filming here?”
That was when Isabel’s confusion reached its peak. Just then, Isaiah came in holding something in both hands. When he saw the two bickering, he sighed and looked down at them with an expression of deep contempt, as if they were dumbfounded.
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What kind of situation is this? She went out to bring some food.
As if Sylvia had been waiting for her, she started arguing in Isabel’s face.
Apparently, I was told to keep a close eye on them to prevent them from running amok…
Hehe… At this point, doesn’t he have multiple lives?
Even though he clearly knows the difference in skills, he naturally says lines that would be typical of a villain in a drama… The only explanation was that the liver came out of the stomach.
And what?
Sylvia said something about how you and I are now in the same boat… I don’t know where she picked this up, but she was so absurd that she almost burst out laughing.
“Ah, sir, are you here?”
The priest is a piece of shit. Sylvia This bitch said she was nice until yesterday, and she was harassing me, but she suddenly changed her attitude and raised her voice.
She knew that if she continued as usual, Isabel would go on a rampage. She doesn’t really understand, but… She seemed so contrived that I felt a little uncomfortable.
“Silvia, I think I told you to keep a close watch…”
“Ah, so… Hehe?”
Lol? Is this something that can be solved with laughter? Although she had tied Isabelle up just in case, she could have easily untied her and run out if she wanted to. I wonder if the Rongin people are originally this thoughtless.
Clicking her tongue, she turned her gaze towards Isabel this time.
“Eww… !”
Isabel turns her head as soon as she makes eye contact. I was worried about what she would do if there was no sign of reflection, but judging by her attitude, she seemed to know what mistake she had made.
Of course she didn’t make any mistakes…
Because the real cause was me.
Strictly speaking, Isabel was also a victim of pheromones. She was not the perpetrator. Of course, that’s not how society sees it.
It was clear that she was probably blaming herself for not being able to hold back and doing something.
“That’s it, let’s release it now.”
“Yes!?”
When she tries to untie Isabel’s arms, Sylvia suddenly raises her voice and becomes startled.
Was the answer quite unexpected? She even stood up from where she was crouching.
And then she goes straight into restraint…
Sylvia held onto her hand holding her dagger and strongly prevented her from doing so.
“Um, are you going to release that thing? What if I let him go and do something else to the priest?! No. I can’t do it!”
Ha… It’s going to turn. Why is he like this? It’s not that I don’t understand, but at least you should take Isabel’s side. I had known her for at most a few years, but she was not Isabelle. They are comrades in arms who shared blood with each other on the battlefield… Could it be that she was left with a big scar from the slap she received from Isabelle?
Sylvia did not even allow Isabel to get close.
I need to say something about this…
“What are you doing… Ah… “What did Sylvia do to me?”
“Yes?”
“To me, Sylvia and Isabelle look the same… Then, Sylvia, would you like to be tied up there too?”
“Why, why are you like that? We liked it…”
“…”
“Joe, wasn’t it good?”
Indeed… Even if she uses iron-faced blood on her face. Look at Malbonsae. It’s so confident. However, Sylvia, unable to look her in the eyes, slowly lowers her head and makes a creeping voice, as if her conscience is pricking her inside.
Let me take a deep breath. Only then did she get out of the way and wake up like a puppy getting wet in her rain.
What it looks like now… Yes, to put it bluntly, it looked like a wife being held captive by her husband.
Anyway, I pass by Sylvia and approach Isabelle, who can hardly stay still and is anxious. She released her arms, which had been tied with the dagger she had brought with her.
“Yes, priest… That’s it…”
Isabel then barely managed to get the words out with trembling lips, wondering if she had anything to say. I had a rough idea of what she was going to say, so I stopped her fluttering snout with my finger and eased her worries a little.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t like that on purpose. Honestly, it’s not like I have no responsibility at all… So don’t blame yourself too much. Yes?”
