Chapter 39 Chapter 40 The Strange Succubus
The Saintess came to a halt. Her mind felt like someone had set off firecrackers in it. With a loud bang, her thoughts went blank, accompanied by a buzzing echo. She stared at George, her green eyes wide open without blinking.
George’s smile gradually faded, shifting from confusion to anxiety, and finally to determination.
“Indeed, I understand,” George sighed. “I know that liking a succubus is something that is hard for everyone to accept.”
Jenna seemed to whisper, “Hard to accept.”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I can’t suppress my feelings for her any longer,” George said. “If things go well between us, I will report it honestly to the Church. I understand that the Church will definitely worry about my fall.”
George looked serious, his heart somewhat anxious. He was worried that the pure Saintess would reprimand him, thinking it was just lust for the body of a succubus. He had to admit that his admiration for Jima partly stemmed from her appearance.
The Saintess Jenna emitted a very low voice: “Why… it was clearly… me first… how could this happen?”
“Jenna?”
The Saintess Jenna quickly snapped back to reality, a smile appearing on her face.
“I… I understand now,” she said. “Jima is a good girl.”
George sighed in relief, “I’m glad to have your support.”
As they reached a fork in the road, preparing to part ways, the Saintess Jenna clenched her fists. She planned to express her feelings to him; she had waited too long—six years—and could not wait any longer.
She called out to George, “George!”
“What is it?”
The Saintess Jenna felt an inexplicable wave of panic and shyness. She opened her mouth and finally said, “Have you thought it through? If you want to marry Jima, that’s nearly impossible.”
“I know, it’s impossible,” George said. “At least, we’re not at that point in our relationship yet.”
“Just officially dating? I think Bishop Gregory would go crazy.” I feel the same way.
During this time, Bishop Gregory was away from White City, busy with a confidential major matter.
“Not just him,” George added, “the entire Church and the world would oppose it, but it’s not something that can’t be overcome.”
The Saintess Jenna spread her fingers and tapped her heart, saying, “May our Lord bless you.”
“May He bless you too.”
The two parted ways.
The Saintess Jenna watched George’s figure disappear around the corner. She tightened her grip on her heart.
No!
It can’t go on like this.
The Saintess Jenna quickly walked back to her courtyard, opened the door, and entered her bedroom, pulling open the wardrobe door.
Several pairs of thick black and white stockings hung on the hangers. Nearby, there were also a few formal outfits. She reached out, took out a skirt that only reached her knees.
The Saintess Jenna held the skirt up to her body, feeling that the hem was too short and rather improper.
“How can this work?”
She was about to hang the dress back, but her hand stopped halfway as she muttered to herself, “Do I really have to pass the night like this?”
She complained to herself. She didn’t know why, she knew it would be enough just to say it directly.
But she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“If this goes on, I’ll only watch him drift further away from me for the rest of my life.” The Saintess Jenna mustered her courage. “At least I should wear these clothes; it will strengthen my resolve.”
With that, she threw the clothes onto the bed and tossed the soft stockings aside.
The Saintess Jenna took off her silver robe, then removed an inner garment, revealing large areas of snow-white skin that faintly glowed. She flipped her golden hair, her chest jiggled slightly as she bent down to part her clothes, revealing a wooden box underneath.
She took out the wooden box, placed it on the bed, took a deep breath, and opened it.
Inside was a white fox tail with an anal plug, fluffy and velvety, along with a headband with two ears.
These were items the Saintess Jenna had secretly bought; she had never worn them, and the box had never been opened before.
Just looking at them, the Saintess Jenna felt herself falling.
She quickly closed the box and shoved it back into the cupboard.
“Wearing these clothes should be enough.” The Saintess was filled with a certain determination.
As long as she mustered the courage to wear this outfit, she should be able to firmly resolve to tell George her feelings after meeting him in the evening.
The Saintess picked up the stockings, but then put them down again.
Feeling a bit tired, she thought it would be better to take a nap, as there was still some time until evening.
With that in mind, the Saintess neatly folded the clothes and placed them at the head of the bed before slipping under the covers.
Several hours later.
The Church rang the sixteenth bell.
Jima carried a bag of clothes, walking with a charming smile on her face.
She imagined the Saintess Jenna dressed in revealing outfits, and her steps became lighter.
Arriving in front of the Saintess’s house, Jima adjusted her expression. She had played her cards just right.
During this time, the Saintess was generally at home, and George absolutely wouldn’t come over.
Her heart raced, filled with a strange thrill of secrecy. She approached the door of the Saintess’s house, noticing there was no “Not Home” sign hanging.
Jima pulled the bell.
No response.
Strange.
Jima tugged on the rope again.
“Ding ding ding.”
It sounded as if something had fallen behind the door.
The Saintess’s voice sounded anxious: “Please… please wait!”
Could it be that the Saintess was just with someone, moving toward the great harmony of life on the bed?
Jima quickly pressed her ear against the door, faintly hearing the sound of rustling.
A lot of yellow fantasies emerged in Jima’s mind.
Outwardly pure and pristine, the Saintess was actually equipped with weapons in private. Every day, a gang of bald, muscular men would come through a tunnel to her bedroom, pinning her down.
It turned out that the seemingly righteous Church had such a dark side hidden within.
A series of approaching footsteps interrupted Jima’s wild imagination.
Jima quickly straightened up, hiding her smile.
The door swung open, revealing the Saintess’s slightly flushed oval face.
“George, you’re so— Jima?”
“Miss Jenna?”
Jima immediately spotted Jenna’s legs wrapped in white stockings, her gaze traveling upward, firmly locked by the Saintess Jenna’s chest.
There was a small opening at her chest, covered by translucent fabric, revealing the proud curves underneath. Although the shy Jenna wrapped them up with a bodice.
Jima felt her entire body’s blood flow accelerating.
Jenna snapped back to her senses and asked, “How come it’s you?”
Jima quickly pushed her way into the Saintess’s house, shutting the door behind her to prevent anyone from seeing this side of the Saintess, smiling as she said, “Ah, I brought some gifts for you, Miss Saintess. It’s the legendary ‘man-slaying’ outfit!”
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Two updates tomorrow.
