A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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During this process, the short cane almost broke due to its hard work.

The already narrow passage became even narrower, and her ability to think was waning with each increasingly intense collision. Saint Karina's vision became increasingly blurred, and she could only cling tightly to Esther's neck, letting her body sway left and right like a raft on the sea, battered by terrifying waves.

95. Who are you?

The high notes ended with a beautiful melody, and the sound continued until dawn was almost here.

"Sister Saint Karina, I wish you could always be as well-behaved as when you're asleep."

Esther grasped Saint Karina's hand, and the three people had now reverted to two; the clones had been dispelled by Esther.

Unlike St. Karina, who was so tired she fell asleep immediately, Esther was still very energetic. This was due to the difference in their levels of life. Even though she was always proactive at night, she could still handle church affairs normally the next day.

"Aha……"

Esther's eyes turned into hearts as she gazed fondly at Saint Karina's peaceful sleeping face, her eyes filled with adoration.

“Sister Saint Karina, from now on you will belong to me. I will never let you leave.”

She held Santa Karina's hand tightly, her face nestled happily beside Santa Karina.

However, Saint Karina, in her dream, seemed to encounter a small problem, far from being as peaceful as her sleeping face.

She clearly remembered that she was so exhausted that she collapsed in the bathroom, and it was Esther who dragged her back to bed like a dead dog. But who was this Esther who was looking at her with a silly grin?

Saint Karina noticed the time; it was already early morning and bright daylight. Perhaps she had overslept and slept until the next day?

But... she felt that something was not quite right.

"You didn't just stare at me all night, did you?"

Being stared at all night, until the next morning, is an extremely chilling feeling.

"Yes, so Sister Saint Karina, I've waited so long, shouldn't you grant my wish? What I got yesterday wasn't nearly enough. They say the early bird catches the worm, so let's continue?"

Esther gave a sinister and unsettling smile that sent chills down one's spine.

Saint Karina probably knew what indescribable things were about to happen, but she didn't want to.

"By the way, do you have any crystals?"

"Yes, Sister Saint Karina. The Holy Temple can have as many of these simple things as you want."

As she spoke, Esther tossed the cold but slightly warm object into Saint Karina's arms.

It was taken from her snowy peaks, so it carried a soft warmth.

Crystals have many uses, one of which is as imaging stones. They can preserve images and sounds like video recordings on a mobile phone, so that they can be viewed and appreciated later, especially for learning about the origin of life and the exchange between species.

While retrieving something from the snow-capped peak, Esther unbuttoned the collar of her clothes, pressed Saint Karina's body back down, rubbed it against the bed, and straddled her, ready to pounce.

“Sister Saint Karina, feel free to record if you want, I don’t mind.”

Her laughter was so bright and radiant, it was even more dazzling than a windmill chrysanthemum.

"If such a beautiful time could be made eternal, that would be a wonderful thing."

She stared at Saint Karina with a morbid fascination, as if she wanted to make Saint Karina eternal, just like a puppeteer looking at his own puppet.

His sickly appearance was completely undisguised. Yet, Saint Karina still felt something was amiss, and she wanted to continue her probing.

“If you don’t mind, that’s great. I’ll start recording right away.”

Saint Karina didn't just pretend; she actually turned on the recording button and started using the crystal's function.

At this moment, this crystal has become a complete image crystal, about to record what is happening here, and the beautiful moments to come.

It was more realistic than any adult film, with the protagonist directly replacing the actor's own exaggerated leaps. Santa Karina placed the crystal on the bedside table, the recording camera pointed at the two people on the bed to prevent the crystal from falling and shattering due to a mishap and shaking.

Admittedly, the crystal itself is quite sturdy; if dropped from a height of less than a meter from the ground, it would at most roll a couple of times without even a chip. However, Santa Karina still needed to ensure the quality of the image. A shaky image is like a cheap, low-quality product from a small workshop; she needed smooth 4K quality.

As the Holy Maiden and the Pope, the two most prestigious figures in the Church of Order, they still need to maintain a certain level of prestige.

"Sister Saint Karina, you're so naughty~ Bad women are also Esther's type."

Her crimson lips lightly touched Saint Karina's fingertips, then she placed that slender, snow-white hand on her heart.

This is done to measure the growth of the snow-capped peaks and to see their mass and volume.

Her skirt had slipped down to her waist, revealing a lace bra underneath, and black pantyhose clung tightly to Santa Karina's waist, swaying back and forth.

Her movements were skillful, moving in all directions, like a meat grinder, desperately trying to swallow something indescribable that was gripping her heart and pulling her down, to relieve the discomfort of the machine running idle.

Saint Karina let her do as she pleased, taking advantage of her without resistance, and asked with a slight smile, "Estelle, is this comfortable? Do you like doing this, and do you like me too?"

“Of course, Sister Saint Karina, you are Esther’s treasure, the thing Esther cherishes most, so of course I like you.”

To show her appreciation, she opened a bottle of champagne in an unquestionable tone.

As we all know, champagne, like soft drinks such as cola, is a type of sparkling white wine rich in carbon dioxide. When the bottle is opened, bubbles will gush out from the mouth of the bottle.

The gushing process was accompanied by white foam, and the milky foam would make Santa Karina's body wet and sticky, after all, the wine was not ordinary water, it was rich in sugar solution and artificial yeast.

As she vented her emotions with champagne, she didn't hesitate to spill as much of the expensive wine as possible, letting it gush out and vent freely, just like her extreme joy.

During this process, her position changed from a meat grinder to a propeller, spinning faster and faster. Excited, she grabbed Santa Karina's wrist and thrust in as far as possible.

"Faster, faster! I like you so much I'd be willing to be your little puppy. Don't always make me do all the work myself. I like you even more."

Her tongue lolled out, like a pet dog amusing its owner, cooling off and enjoying itself.

The comfortable feeling made her mind go blank, her brain went into a daze, and she was only focused on enjoying it.

Finally, Saint Karina realized what was wrong.

"Estelle, are you really willing to be my little dog? If I give myself to you, you can let me go?"

"Oh, Saint Karina, you know perfectly well I won't let you go. I want to drain you dry, to let your blood, bone marrow, every drop of liquid in your body merge into mine. But words in matters of the heart don't count. As long as you give yourself to me, I'll be your little dog. I'm willing to be your beloved pet and listen to you and let you go."

"So obedient, huh? Okay, I'll give it to you now! Hehehe."

Like a villain, Saint Karina let out a sinister laugh, and with a flick of her wrist, she directly attacked Esther until Esther rolled her eyes.

Then, in the next instant, her other free hand reached for Esther's neck, and their positions were reversed, with Esther on the bottom, her body restrained and her neck being tightly gripped, while Saint Karina was on top.

"Estelle, bark like a dog for me."

Esther blushed. She tried to speak, but her neck was being choked, making it difficult to utter a sound.

"You can't say it, can you? After all... you're not Esther at all. Who are you?"

Saint Karina's eyes sharpened, and she attacked like an angry dragon, swift and ruthless, immediately launching into interrogation mode.

96. The Tricks of Evil Gods

With Saint Karina choking her by the neck and bubbling sounds coming from beneath her, Esther didn't struggle or even seem to feel any pain. She continued to look at Saint Karina with a sickly and ambiguous gaze.

"Sister Saint Karina, what are you saying? I am Esther!"

The final "ah" sound carries a hint of intoxication, savoring the lingering aftertaste.

"I'll let you win!"

"boom!"

Saint Karina's righteous iron fist slammed into Esther's lower abdomen with such force that it was impossible to tell that the two had just been entangled; she hadn't held back at all.

Her lower abdomen was bruised and concave, but "Estée" still looked at Saint Karina with a smile.

"I think you won't learn your lesson until you're faced with a death sentence. Although I don't hit women in bed, Euler has never treated women like human beings. I guarantee that if I were to punch you on the head, it would be either red or white."

Saint Karina was eager to get started.

"Are you willing to part with me? Sister Saint Karina, I'm someone you've watched grow up since I was little..."

"boom!"

Another deafening, skull-shaking roar erupted. Without a word, Saint Karina delivered a straight punch, interrupting her opponent's verbal barrage.

The fist landed on Saint Karina's eye socket, leaving it bruised, purple, and swollen, making Esther look like a comical clown or a panda.

"First of all, don't tell me you're fake. Even if you were real, I'd still beat you up. You were probably nowhere to be found when I was spanking Esther. Trying to fool me with that face, are you stupid?"

Saint Karina found it somewhat amusing. If she weren't currently unable to defeat Esther, she would have already unleashed a torrent of abuse on Esther's bottom, just like when Esther was a mischievous child. How dare Esther ask her older sister if she felt sorry for her? She wasn't Lin Daiyu.

His face no longer looked sickly; he seemed stunned by the punch that struck his skull.

But soon, the wound on her abdomen disappeared, and the bruises around her eyes also disappeared quickly. Her injuries healed very quickly, as if she had never been injured at all.

She chuckled, her body, pinned down by Saint Karina, shaking with laughter, her lips curling into a smirk as she discovered her prey.

Just as Saint Karina thought the other party was acting crazy and was about to try to physically silence her with a punch or shut her down with an iron fist, a familiar and cold voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Saint Karina knew that voice all too well. Although it suddenly came from behind her, when she turned around, she still saw Esther standing in the doorway.

"I knew I didn't choose the wrong person. I find your life very interesting."

She was looking at Saint Karina with a playful smile, as if she weren't the one who had been beaten.

In fact, the woman who was beaten resembled Esther in terms of her moisture, temperature, and physical structure.

It could be said that it was practically a flesh and blood doll made from Esther's likeness.

"You've finally shown your true colors, you fake."

Saint Karina was not flustered, but rather smug, as if she had finally admitted it.

Although she didn't know the current situation, she had tried it out last night and thought that just thrusting into two women until they rolled their eyes wouldn't cause any problems.

“You are not her. I had a subtle, strange feeling the moment I saw you.”

Like being pricked by tiny needles, Saint Karina did not miss the incongruity.

She had already made up her mind that the Esther product in front of her was definitely a counterfeit. Although, judging from the way it felt to her, it was a high-quality imitation.

"Then do you want to guess who I am? Or... who we are?"

The room door suddenly opened at some point, and it was still pitch black outside, like a giant black maw that would swallow you up and send you into the abyss of despair.

In the depths of darkness, something stirs with a terrifying allure.

Then, one after another, like 3D models copied and pasted, Esthers lined up and poured in through the door, while who knows how many more Esthers were in the darkness.

Not only that, but in addition to the door leading to the side hall corridor being opened, the bathroom door was also opened, turning the originally bright scene into a dim and gray one, as if someone had deliberately dimmed the screen brightness.

In the bathroom, Esther emerged, her face contorted with an eerie smile, as if she were asking for a guessing game.

Not only that, but under the bed, in the closet, and in every shadowy corner, several Esthers crawled out, all of them targeting Saint Karina on the bed.

In the blink of an eye, the entire room was packed with countless Esthers, more crowded than a sardine can. Except for the one on the bed, the rest of them surrounded the bed, as if there was a barrier around them, or as if they were waiting for someone in the dark to press a switch, politely stopping by the bedside.

The bed was surrounded by layers upon layers of Estella circles, each staring at Saint Karina with a strange yet different expression and gaze.

There was joy, sadness, pain, indignation, hatred, liking, indifference, and mockery...

Countless people with similar expressions and appearances huddled together, all eyes fixed on the same person, Saint Karina. Even Saint Karina, who was experienced and adept at managing her emotions, was somewhat taken aback at this moment.

She gasped, feeling a bit uneasy. This was causing her body temperature to rise, and she was exhaling more air than she was inhaling, thus contributing more to global warming.

If when the first Esther appeared, Saint Karina was still wondering if this Esther was an imposter and trying to find flaws in the fake, then with so many Esthers appearing at the same time, Saint Karina could only come to one conclusion: this was an illusion, and someone must have invaded her dream.

After all... those Esthers were too realistic. Every detail of each Esther was perfect. If it were just one, it could be described as a mastery of transformation magic, but so many of them were definitely illusion magic.

She vaguely remembered that she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the bed without saying a word, so Saint Karina should be able to guess who it was.

Sure enough, things from an evil god aren't so easy to get. With a twisted sense of humor and a keen eye on everything, and the ability to make her dream while fulfilling all her desires, only the evil god Eris could do that.

Who said that there are no downsides to quickly restoring strength by instilling power? Well, here comes the downside.

"Eris! Don't come any closer! I'm still just a child."

If so many "evil gods" disguised as Esther were to attack, Saint Karina really wouldn't be able to handle it.

Her expression was unusually serious, as if the person in front of her was not a woman, but a wild beast lusting after her body.

She was on high alert, every part of her body screaming resistance and "she didn't want it."

"There are so many people, I really can't handle it!"

The hand that had been choking her neck had long since loosened, and Esther, who was pressed down and closest to Saint Karina, smiled sweetly. Her hand caressed Saint Karina's face, her expression one of ecstasy.

Her voice was very pleasant, as melodious as a babbling brook, and then she soothed:

“How can a woman say she can’t do it? Sister Saint Karina, I know you can.”