This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 Chapter 120

Is a housewarming party… like this? (12) – unedited

“Huuuhht- Ah, El!”

The saint's room, which should be more noble and holy than anywhere else, was filled with intense heat. An excruciating orgasm mixed with moans reverberated throughout the room.

The saint, who gave up counting how many times she reached climax, let out a rough breath on the bed sheet covered in bodily fluids.

“Beautiful, Bella.”

Her white breasts, like snow mountain, seemed to have lost their color and had been repainted with mottled kiss marks. Not only that, but the whole body was stained with blue and red marks.

“Maybe it's been a while, you used too much energy, El.”

“Touch it. I am not done yet.”

The saint's hand, heated by the rough love affair, touched El's pillar, which gave off an even stronger heat. No matter how many times he finished, it stood as tall as an adolescent in the morning.

The saint caressed El's penis with relaxed and gentle hands. Very sweetly, like praising a young puppy.

“Do you know this is more tantalizing?”

“I'm just trying to calm you down. If you rush at me tirelessly, what will happen to my body the next day? It's also a Mass day.”

“Oh my, didn't you say you're going crazy wanting to fuck me now?”

“Does the heavenly deity has to be so weak against desire?”

The liquid formed on the tip of his penis was pressed with her thumb and spread around. Every time the saint' hand moved sensually, El's expression began to distort. Seeing El's appearance, the saint let out a low laugh.

My eternal slave.

She dared to think so of a heavenly deity. Looking at El, who cried and laughed at her every touch, the saint filled her body with his unsuspecting self. Feeling El's semen still flowing between her legs makes her feel full.

Unlike El, who kept only the saint in his eyes because of pleasurely love, the saint had other thoughts throughout their affair. She put up with what she wanted to ask right away and pretended to focus on El.

When all the love affair came to an end, she slowly began to pull the reins.

“The only thing I can trust, rely on, and love like this is El.”

“So do I.”

“But I am scared. I fear that El will change like Kayle. I fear that you will be like the man who killed my brother and broke his promise.”

A dark light shone in El's eyes. A vein rose from his forehead. He finally raised his upper body.

“That's not true. I don't want to hurt Bella's loved ones or break my promises. Look at this.”

Light emanated from inside El's body, and they formed a single shape. The saint was genuinely surprised and hurriedly covered her gaping mouth with her hands.

“El, your wings…… !”

“I told you. I will take revenge even by ripping off my wings.”

A heavenly deity's power. In other words, divine power comes from the wings. There are two ranks of angels who often guide the dead. The lower heavenly deities have three ranks. Like El, high-ranking heavenly deities are divided into four ranks according to the number of wings.

Since it takes a thousand years for wings to be restored once torn off, it is unlikely that a heavenly deity would tear their wings apart unless they were a madman.

But… One of the four wings that were supposed to spread magnificently and splendidly was broken in half, covered in blood and weakly bent.

The saint forcibly clenched her hands into fists. She actually almost wanted to clap her hands, seeing El who sacrificed himself by tearing off his wings for her own sake. She brazenly put on sad eyes and was busy hugging El's torn wings…….

“I really didn't know you could do this. I'm sorry.”

“I told you. I am different from him.”

“But I… was going to say that we should just pretend what happened at the banquet didn't happen.”

El's eyes widen. He endured the pain of cutting his own bones and tearing his wings, risking the vast amount of divine power to evaporate in an instant. But now, to expect him to pretend it didn't happen?

Elle's anger boiled over when all his labors were in vain. The direction was strangely headed towards Kayle.

“I lost my mind at the time. I am also a human being, I can't help it, El. I think I made a slip of the tongue because I was so mad at Kayle and hated him. When I came home, I regretted it forever. But to think that El would really rip off your wings… forgive me. Really.”

“Bella, you are too soft-hearted. Kayle needs to be punished. No amount of punishment will measure up to the pain you went through.”

“El…….”

The saint's words were made up of lies. When she pretended to be gentle and used her human weakness to show her appearance in danger, El tried harder to hold on to the saint's will. The saint's intentions were obvious.

'All the evil is your share. I'm just a wounded woman.'

Foolishly, the heavenly deity was easily tripped over. Rising from the bed in anger, he uttered an incantation in a restless voice.

Soon, a white flash entered the room and a cold wind blew in a circle around El. At the same time, a white dagger that had not been seen before was loftily placed on El's palm.

The blade was blunt, so it was not known where it would cut an apple properly. But this was a weapon made by a heavenly deity by tearing off his wings. It was capable of inflicting fatal wounds on the immortal Demon King.

“This will not be enough to annihilate him, but we can definitely get our revenge.”

“I don't want Kayle to disappear.”

“… I know.”

El held out the dagger to the saint. However, the saint does not readily accept it and just cowers her body in front of him.

“I can not. How could I ever put this on Kayle.”

“You can just graze it. There's no point in stabbing him. I wonder if that guy would blink an eye just because he was cut by something sharp. Once his blood touches the blade, your revenge will begin.”

“Still…….”

“Alright. Then I will do it. It would be too cruel for Bella.”

When the words she wanted came out of El's mouth, the saint opened her arms and embraced him.

“I'm sorry, El. But I didn't want it.”

“… Yes, this is my revenge.”

Chapter end