Chapter 287 – Happy Days of the Hero – Marian
“Okay. We will try to help as quickly as possible.”
“Thank you. Saintess.”
Marian looked at the woman bowing her head to herself, and she grabbed her hand her.
As if the woman’s own hands were her dirty, she hurriedly withdrew her hands her, but Marian wouldn’t let go of hers.
Marian’s warmth soon began to fill the woman’s eyes with tears.
“I, how could a lowly person like me…”
“People are lowly and precious. I am just an ordinary person, no different from you.”
Marian said so to her weeping woman, holding her own hand.
If it had been her before, she would have done it out of concern for others’ eyes, but now Marianne is a completely different person.
After the goddess disappeared, she lost all her powers as a saint. She sincerely believed that she was no different from ordinary people, and yet she believed that she had to share everything she enjoyed as a saint with others. Just because.
Maybe that’s why she did n’t hesitate to reveal right away that she was from Raksha, which she considered her weakness.
“Go, thank you. It’s a relief that someone like you really is a saint.”
Marianne looked at the woman who said that to her and she gave a gentle smile.
And it wasn’t because she praised herself, it was because she was genuinely glad that I could give her even a little help.
“… ?”
It was in an instant that Marian’s expression suddenly changed.
Her face her, which used to have a gentle smile like a saint from the Bible, began to change into an evil spirit in an instant.
And the woman who was holding Marianne’s hand was walking backwards, terrified by her sudden saintly expression.
“Stop, saintess. What am I doing wrong?”
“Ah… No.”
Marian then blamed herself for causing fear to others, but that didn’t make her feel any better.
Right now, I had just witnessed the hero, Astarote, and that cursed demon bitch walking out together at an inn on Raksha Street.
“Oh, Marian. What’s going on here?”
‘What happened?’
Marianne looked at her champion with a cold expression.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know that he had a lot of women with him anyway, but it was because he felt resentful that he was so unconcerned.
In addition, it was not another woman who was attached to such a hero, but Astarothe, a demon.
No matter how frequent the exchanges between the Pandemonium and the continent became, the sight of Astarothe hanging from the arm of the hero with her pale face was enough to make Marian’s head thump.
“Hero, what are you doing here?”
“Can’t you see?”
However, it was Astarothe who answered her question.
The moment she saw Astarothe groping the warrior’s arm with her strange touch her, as if making fun of herself, Marianne felt an unbearable rage.
The woman who was already holding Marianne’s hand had long since run away, but she couldn’t afford to pay attention to it.
‘I’m the only one…?’
She was the first woman to meet the hero, but it took a long time for Marianne to be embraced by the hero.
She was the one who tasted her frustration watching the hero embrace women like Xenoana and Karen.
She, of course, thought that she was free from that frustration after she had been with the hero, but her mental wounds were not so easily healed.
“I!”
“?”
“Why don’t I do it!”
Marian screamed as hard as she could at the warrior, who looked at her with her blank expression.
As a result, everyone’s eyes on Raksha Street began to focus on her, but Marianne didn’t care about that at all.
She was a normal person anyway, and she was a woman.
And it was perfectly natural, Marian thought, for a woman to seek the love of a man.
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“After. You would say something like that there.”
I said that to Marianne, who was watching me from inside her room.
No way, she hadn’t thought she’d yell at her like that out in the middle of her street.
No matter how rumors circulated about me and my colleagues having a secret relationship, at least no one has ever officially admitted it.
Not only Mary, the emperor right now, but also the status of her saintess her, Marianne, was not ordinary.
No, it was n’t normal for a woman to talk like that on the street before she even bothered to question her identity of her.
“I’m sorry.”
Marian also seemed to have cooled her head a little, and I could see that she said that to me.
As I looked at her and saw Marianne kneel down on her floor her, I felt her heart weaken her little by little.
It was because, in fact, she thought that her hot flashes her, though a mistake, were not something that would bring her down to her knees.
“Black. It’s just me, because I’m an ordinary woman with no abilities anymore… I thought the hero had no interest in me anymore.”
I let out a sigh as I looked at Marian as she sobbed.
It was true that her recent relationship with her had been estranged, and that was because in her own way she judged that Marianne was doing well.
“It’s not like that, Marian.”
“Yes?”
“You know, I’ve been a little busy lately.”
I said that to Marian, and she nodded at my words, but could not erase her doubtful eyes.
In the end, there was only one thing that could instill her faith in her.
I casually pulled out her cock in front of her kneeling Marian, and I could see that her gaze was directed towards her.
“Wow. Come and suck.”
Holding out her cock her to a crying woman and ordering her to suck it.
It sounded like a pretty crazy thing to me, but, funny enough, it worked.
Snorting her nose, Marian slowly crawled across her floor and kissed my cock, then she naturally opened her mouth and started sucking on my cock.
Perhaps it was because she had been estranged for a while, Marian was swallowing her cock in such a hurry that she didn’t get along with her, and that was enough to make me happy.
“Ha… Haha this smell… Haha It’s been so long, I think I’m going to lose my mind.”
Marian said to me, licking my cock with her lustful face.
Her hands gripped her my ass tightly, as if she was afraid I’d pull my dick out of her, and I could feel her tongue her moving carefully around my cock, as if it were carefully coveting the fruit on a tree. .
“Who would consider this a saint?”
I looked at Marianne licking my cock with her lascivious face of her, and so inadvertently brought her out of her.
I could see Marianne’s body her flinch, but she looked up at me with her enchanting face and began to make her excuses.
“Because I want to be seen as a woman, not a saint, to the hero.”
I replied, and seeing Marian gobble up his cock again, I began to feel strange.
Marian sucked the cock deep into her throat and began wiggling her ass gently, as if trying to seduce me.
I saw the white clergyman’s robe swaying dangerously down her hips, curious about what was beneath it, and I pushed her Marianne gently and lay down on the bed.
“Come up.”
Marian, who had been staring blankly at me, approached me with her delighted face her, and I naturally restrained her from trying to climb on top of her my cock her.
“On the other way.”
“Yes?”
She became dazed for a moment, but Marianne was by no means a quiet woman.
I saw her thighs pass over my face her, and then my eyes were filled with sultry black underwear that didn’t go well with the white priestly uniform.
I pushed the underwear to one side and casually began to stimulate Marianne’s wet cunt her with her tongue her.
“Oh no!”
A strange groan escaped from her mouth as he pushed his tongue against the flesh inside her slippery cunt her.
After a moment of straightening her back her, she dropped back down and started shaking her cock with her hands, sucking on my cock as if she were thirsty.
Let each other covet each other’s vagina for a while.
“Ah, sorry… More, more, oh no…!”
I drenched her face in the water pouring from her cunt her, and she unknowingly excused herself and Marianne hurried off the bed.
“I’m sorry.”
Seeing my soaked face her, Marianne lowered her head her and I wiped her marks her from her face her and said to Marian:
“Do you want to?”
Nod
Noticing that Marianne’s head she moved carefully up and down her, I smiled at her and said,
“Come back up.”
At my words, Marianne climbed back onto her bed, and she began to shove my swollen prick into her hole her with an apologetic look on her face her.
I could feel her thrilling pressure of her pressing down on her prick of her, and I let out her satisfied laugh as I watched Marianne rock her waist of her with her eyes half-opened above me.
‘Seriously, she’s a woman who can’t be trusted to be a saint.’
