Chapter 213: A man who smells like her sister’s vaginal juice (4)

Chapter 213: A man who
smells like her sister’s vaginal juice (4)

Serif
furrowed her brow and concentrated her sense of smell on the scent
emanating from Balkan.

It
was embarrassing and awkward to focus this intensely on a man’s
scent, but that smell was impossible to ignore.

-Sniff.
Sniff sniff.

This
scent lingering at the tip of her nose was an unforgettable smell.

Though
washed away by bathwater and covered by sweat, it was clearly the
same scent from that day in the confessional.

A
scent like semen – gallant and strong like his body.

While
that was very concerning, Serif’s attention was drawn elsewhere.

Towards
a scent that lingered even stronger than the semen.

The
scent of Idelbert, that person called “sister.”

From
his face hidden behind the helmet, from his firm and solid abs, from
his thick and long fingers, from his lower body emanating the fishy
smell of semen, from his feet planted firmly on the ground.

From
every part of him came Idelbert’s scent.

-Sniff
sniff. Sniff sniff.

Why
does Lord Balkan smell like that woman?

-Squeeze.
Squeeze.

Why
does the thing between Lord Balkan’s thighs…smell so strongly of
that woman?

“Huu,
huuu… suu… huu…”

The
questions didn’t stop there.

A
mysterious and deep scent that remained unknowable no matter how
deeply she inhaled.

An
unfamiliar scent mixed in that was beyond Serif’s experience.

A
strange scent that instinctively attracted her as a female, yet was
rejected by her mind as a devout priestess who worshipped the Earth
Mother Goddess.

While
Serif was tilting her head at that mysterious scent.

“Ah,
aah…”

Swalco,
the dog beastkin priest next to Nate Elin, was catching a scent that
Serif couldn’t smell.

-Slurp,
slurp, slurp, thump, thump! Thump♡

Like
seeing a hallucination, she could envision what had happened when
that scent was scattered.

-Heck,
heck, hyong, hit, hoouk…♡

The
vulgar moaning of a panting female was a voice that didn’t match at
all with how the owner of that scent usually acted.

A
female with a superior and strong yet soft body being helplessly
teased in her rear entrance while pinned under a hard male body.

Every
time his groin met the female’s plump buttocks, lewd mating juices
poured out making the suggestive scent even thicker, and the female’s
high status plummeted to rock bottom.

Swalco
was certain. All those adult toys he had brought into the grand
fountain.

They
must have been prepared to train the female(s) who would be panting
beneath him.

In
other words.

‘Lady
Idelbert, the Union Leader…has already been…?’

When
her thoughts reached that point, Swalco absently let out an
exclamation.

Although
it was completely opposite to the Earth Mother Goddess’ teachings, as
a female, she couldn’t help but gasp in admiration as her pussy
throbbed.

That
male was a male yet not a male.

A
male closest to the essence of males – to impregnate females and
propagate offspring – different from any other man in this world.

Female
superiority meant nothing before him. They were all just the same
cock-happiness onaholes, only differing in vaginal wrinkles and
tightness.

“Suu,
huu…”

While
Swalco was letting out such admiration, Serif was staring with dreamy
eyes at the thing right in front of her nose.

That
thing which had ejaculated plenty of thick, sticky semen through her
mouth in the past.

She
focused her sense of smell even more to catch that mysterious yet
decisive evidence that she hadn’t been aware of.

“U-um,
Lady Serif…?”

At
the same time, she heard a voice filled with embarrassment.

Serif
only then felt the hand gripping her head.

A
gesture seeming to push away rather than pull.

When
she absently looked up, she saw Balkan’s eyes full of deep
embarrassment through the eye holes of his helmet.

Just
as her heart was about to flutter at those sharp eyes, Serif
belatedly realized what she had done.

“Heut…!”

She
had knelt before Balkan and pressed her right cheek against his firm
thigh.

She
even deeply inhaled while pressing her prominent nose bridge against
his thing.

Forcefully,
overcoming Balkan’s hand trying to push her head away.

Though
Balkan hadn’t put much strength into his pushing hand, that wasn’t
the important issue to begin with.

Before
the huge problem that a Holy Maiden of the temple had clung to a mere
man’s lower body to smell his cock…nothing else could be an issue.

“I-I’m
so sorry Lord Balkan! For such rudeness—”

Serif
hurriedly backed away with her face bright red.

She
couldn’t control her expression. Her face was too hot.

Doing
such a nonsensical and incredibly embarrassing thing disqualifies her
as a Holy Maiden. For what she just did, even calling her a Holy Slut
would be too generous!

-Shh.

Just
as she was about to bow to properly apologize, Balkan put his hand to
the mouth part of his helmet and quietly said.

“I’m
fine, Lady Serif. Rather…excuse me, but this is the library. Though
there’s no one else…”

Serif
caught his intention. There shouldn’t be other witnesses.

Fortunately,
there was no one nearby.

“Noisy
female.”

Except
for one child behind Balkan.

A
slightly thin-looking girl with black hair named Belle who was
gripping Balkan’s sleeve pointed at Serif.

“My
lord said to speak quietly in the library. He said people who speak
loudly are messed up, but you even smelled my lord’s cock. A greedy
bitch who’s messed up. But don’t worry. Even messed up females like
you will be filled up later-“

Balkan
hurriedly covered Belle’s mouth with his hand.

Belle,
who had been trying to keep talking, looked at Balkan while making
muffled sounds before falling silent.

Though
every word had tremendous destructive power, there was nothing that
could be refuted.

Serif
gathered her fading consciousness and looked at the girl who had
criticized her.

And
then.

“……”

Serif’s
eyes, which had been clouded with embarrassment and confusion,
regained their coolness and intelligence.

She
had seen through Belle’s true identity.

Though
it was so skillfully hidden that ordinary priests wouldn’t notice, it
was an exception for Serif who had risen to the position of Holy
Maiden.

She
was a demon worshipper…and not just a simple low-ranking one.

A
target for elimination who held even a small portion of demonic power
in their hands.

-Shing!

“Lady
Serif.”

Nate
Elin drew her sword, raised pure white sword energy and tried to step
in front of Serif as if to protect her.

“Stop.
Nate Elin.”

But
Serif raised her hand to stop her guard.

Nate
Elin paused at those words, then looked at Balkan while still
maintaining the sword energy.

Serif
also faced him.

“…Lord
Balkan. This girl is…”

“Yes.
It is as you think, Lady Serif.”

Balkan
agreed without lengthy words.

Because
the moment he saw Serif’s eyes, he instinctively knew that Belle’s
identity had been discovered.

Rather
than worthless excuses, it would be better to honestly and calmly
reveal the facts.

“In
front of my master…in front of the Union Leader, I took her as my
slave. I will be taking care of this child from now on.”

“……”

“I
know what you’re worried about. But Belle is a good child. Though her
mouth is rough from growing up in the labyrinth…she’s not
fundamentally twisted.”

Balkan
smiled bitterly while patting Belle’s head.

Belle
silently smiled and hugged the book in her arms more preciously.

“……”

Serif
silently watched Belle being patted by Balkan.

Although
she had momentarily lost her senses due to the sticky smell of semen
and the female scent emanating from him, Serif was a high-ranking
priest of the Earth Mother Goddess’s order.

She
had enough insight to confirm the malice that people unconsciously
leak and.

Really,
very surprisingly…she realized that no particular malice could be
felt from the girl before her eyes.

It
was a strange thing.

Serif
had encountered some demon worshippers as the Holy Maiden of the
order

Demon
worshippers harboring deep anger against the kingdom beyond the
labyrinth city.

Demon
worshippers containing terrible jealousy that made even those who saw
them feel ugly.

Demon
worshippers who filled themselves with gloomy and base desires and
lusts opposite to the teachings of the Earth Mother Goddess.

They
all continued their evil deeds, abusing their sinful power to fulfill
their disgusting desires.

Their
malice gave off such an unclean smell that she could instinctively
tell but the girl before her eyes was different from them.

Was
it because this girl was fundamentally different from them?

‘No.’

Serif
looked at Balkan who was patting the notorious demon worshipper
without hesitation.

It
was a warm touch without even a hint of malice.

‘His
touch has healed the twisted girl.’

His
touch that contained no discrimination, condemnation, criticism,
hatred or violence – could it be that his touch, which seemed to hold
no prejudice or malice, had already reformed the girl before her
eyes?

“…You
said the Union Leader approved?”

“Yes.”

“Sigh.
I understand. She’s someone who has her own thoughts despite how she
appears.”

“Haha…”

Balkan
smiled bitterly at the pure criticism. These sisters really don’t get
along.

“Did
you just return from the labyrinth?”

Having
apparently accepted the matter about Belle, Serif brought up a
different topic.

“Ah,
yes. My party members went to receive blessing inspections, and I had
some books I wanted to look up…”

While
conversing with Serif, Balkan acknowledged that his thinking had been
short-sighted while also realizing he had been lucky.

Coming
to the temple that despises demon worshippers with Belle was not a
good idea.

It
was fortunate that the one who recognized her was Serif, and that she
believed his words.

If
it had been someone else…it would have been a clear mistake.

“Besides…ah.”

“Besides?”

Balkan,
who was about to express gratitude for benefiting well from the Scar
of Patience, realized that Serif had asked him not to mention
anything about the scar in front of others.

“Ahem.
It’s nothing.”

-Glance.

Where
his eyes turned, there were Nate Elin who had already resheathed her
sword and the dog beastkin priest.

It
seemed he would have to express his gratitude later when they were
alone.

“By
the way, are you looking for something?”

Balkan
nodded and answered Serif’s question.

“Yes.
I became interested in stories about the Earth Mother Goddess, so I
wanted to look up some books…”

“Aah!”

-Grab!

That
was also when Serif grabbed Balkan’s hands with sparkling eyes.

Serif’s
corners of mouth crept up into a smile.

“Have
you finally become interested in the Great Earth Mother Goddess’s
teachings, Lord Balkan? Aah! How beautiful this is! Hmhm. Then I
shall take this opportunity to teach Lord Balkan all about the Earth
Mother Goddess Order’s doctrines and the Earth Mother Goddess’s
words—”

That
smile contained faint madness and excitement.

The
moment Balkan sensed something had gone wrong.

“Lady
Serif is a Holy Maiden and devout believer bestowed by the Great
Earth Mother Goddess.”

Nate
Elin and Swalco naturally stepped back while pronouncing judgment on
Balkan.

“…A
bit too devout that is. Lady Serif’s only flaw…ahem! Hmm! It’s
nothing. Well then, we’ll be…”

Balkan
realized he had seen their subtly escaping expressions somewhere
before.

Like
expressions of those who had been tormented all day by a too-much
talker.

“As
losing faith in the Great Earth Mother Goddess means falling into
darkness and losing virginity…!”

In
the quiet library, Serif’s chattering voice pierced into his ears.