Chapter 69: Femdom Saint (姓女) vs. Furicuck Exorcist

The day after eating the hot pot so tasteless that the sardine pie I ate in England felt like a delicacy.

I held my stomach grumbling kku-reuk and took a seat next to the tentacle-lover shaman with a haggard face.

Gurgle! Gurgle! Gu-reu-reu-reu...

Whether the problem was big with the hot pot Seong-ha made, my weak stomach keeps sending signals since last night.

Holding my stomach that started hurting again, I told the shaman I would be gone for a while.

"Going to the bathroom. My stomach is really bad today."

"Did you eat food waste or something? That body shouldn't get sick even with most poisons?"

"Ate something equivalent to that. So, when does that Saintess arrive?"

"Roughly 30 minutes? About 40 minutes left. You can come slowly."

"Then I'll really go slowly, I'll arrive on time so don't worry too much."

As soon as the shaman's permission fell, I ran straight to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and spat out curses while discharging what was left inside.

"Fuck, just what did she make the hot pot with? Even most poisons wouldn't cause this shit."

She definitely used normal ingredients, didn't she?

Green onions, onions, carrots, meat, soy sauce, salt, sugar, etc.

Used reasonably normal ingredients, how could she make such poison?

"Really... intended to score some points this time since she said it was delicious, but giving poison definitely crossed the line."

I am the one who ate the English sardine pie, which others vomited and criticized, smiling without changing expression.

I am the human who ate 3 military rations like hiding crab eyes (in a flash) on the spot.

To send such a human to the goal (knock out) with just one bite?

Isn't this a bit too much?

"Should be moderately tasteless for me to praise, thought I was drinking water from the Dead Sea."

Don't know how pitiful it was when she made a crying face when I said it was tasteless.

But what can I do?

It was a hot pot that even a Hellhound from hell would skip saying 'Ah, this is a bit...'.

Thinking about her terrible cooking skills, I sighed and shook my head.

"If we marry, I have to cook. Really no man like this? Muscles optimized for lifting fuck, confident to do night work fucking well, and even domestic. Phew, even I think I'm an alpha male."

Chattering alone like that, my weak stomach barely calmed down, and judging it was okay by now, I finished cleaning up and took a seat next to the tentacle-lover shaman again.

"Phew... Now I feel alive. Estimated arrival time of Lily Cult Saintess?"

"About 10 minutes from now. Really hope it passes easily."

"Well? Judging by my hunch, I don't think this will pass that smoothly either."

"Don't say ominous things, Rakshasa. If you say it, it becomes reality."

"What can I do when my hunch is good, bitch. So did you ever suffer because of my exceptional hunch?"

"...Well I did."

"When?"

"When I went crazy with lust for a moment and pounced on your childhood friend fox lady?"

"..."

Right, there was such an incident.

But fuck, that happened because you touched what I licked (dibs on).

Smack!!!

I planted a honey chestnut on the tentacle-lover shaman's crown and growled.

"Saying it again, if you thrust tentacles at her one more time, know that I'll shove you and the tentacles into purgatory intimately. Understand?"

"1:1 pure love sex with tentacles in purgatory... Wouldn't that be rather a reward♡"

"Retard, I'm sending you as a soul body, how can you do pure love sex."

"Ah."

The shaman who let out a short death cry soon made an insidious expression and threw a question at me.

"By the way, going well with the fox lady? Anyway time left until Saintess comes, tell me the story."

"What for? How do I know if you'll get bewitched by her after hearing and do tentacle pure love bullshit again?"

"I told you it was an unavoidable situation covered in aphrodisiac back then? A situation where I couldn't think properly at all."

"How is that different from a rapist saying please let me off once because I drank alcohol, you crazy bitch."

"I said I was wrong? So I apologized and compensated sufficiently? Unlike rapists who try to reduce their punishment somehow."

The conscienceless shaman spoke confidently and begged me to tell the story, and feeling annoyed at this, I struck her head with a knife hand chop once again.

"Shut up, don't know what will happen when encountering the Saintess, why act so frivolous? Planning to rampage if necessary, so set up protective barriers around properly."

"It hurts, but wouldn't it be the same whether there's a protective barrier or not? If you rampage, everything breaks anyway?"

"Still better to have it? Who knows, maybe the protective barrier set up in advance can prevent destruction a little."

At my words, the tentacle-lover shaman made a disapproving expression but started setting up protective barriers here and there in the airport, and I raised Yang energy watching the aircraft arriving at the airport.

Like that, when the shaman and I finished preparing to welcome the Saintess, a woman who anyone could see saying 'I am Saintess' finished immigration procedures and approached us, and perhaps realizing we were people of the underworld, she smiled brightly and spoke to us.

"[email protected]#$%^&* (English)"

What is she saying.

I don't know English, fuck.

"The felt demonic energy is minimal, and there are almost no demons or monsters walking around fine, so it's a peaceful country. Isn't it?"

Inside the descending aircraft.

When the Saintess looking at the peaceful scenery spoke in a small voice, the big-dick shota Incubus smiled brightly and answered.

"I think so, Master. But if it's such a peaceful place, wouldn't the martial power of the underworld people be humble?"

Incubus, a race that easily gains people's favor, flattering immediately.

At this, the Saintess stroked the Incubus's head and said quietly.

"Half and half. As you say, it's so peaceful that everyone rusted, or possesses strong martial power enough to maintain peace."

Well, in my view, closer to the latter though.

Swallowing the latter words, the Saintess looked out the window and discovered two men and women waiting for her, and immediately gave an order to the Incubus.

"Shota? It is an order. From now on, you find one spiritual creature in this country."

"Hard to pick one out of many spiritual creatures, Master. Please give a detailed explanation."

"Hmm... Heard from Goddess-nim it's a fox spiritual creature, look around overall first and report. If it seems subduable, subdue and bring it."

"As you wish? Going to find right away!"

The shota Incubus who spoke cheerfully disappeared becoming black fog, and the Saintess started sweating slowly at the hot energy becoming stronger as getting closer to the ground.

"As expected, the latter was correct, peace can never be achieved without martial power. By the way, such intense energy..."

Slurp.

The Saintess put her hand on her damp lower abdomen, and licked her lips quietly.

"Can't be helped if it's a woman, but if it's a man, it would be really good. Making such a strong male surrender, and milking him... Just thinking about it makes my lower part damp?"

As her body heated up with expectation, the Saintess spent a fun time using the rattling vibration of the aircraft landing as a side dish.

"Haa-eueuk... Aah♡"

Like that, when the plane finished landing, the Saintess's holy water soaked the seat enough to believe she spilled mineral water on the seat by mistake.

"Phew... Now I feel alive. Head filled with milking sex is too good, but burdensome at the same time, you know?"

Smiling goofily as if having spent a satisfying time, the Saintess stood up from the seat, and started approaching the two men and women waiting for her slowly.

One side a brown-haired woman wearing normal clothes but giving an ominous feeling. One side a bald man exuding the atmosphere 'I am strong' to anyone.

Confirming the fact that the one with hot energy like the sun was male, the Saintess moved her steps wearing a happy smile now.

Subduing a man exuding such terrifying energy, making him surrender and forcibly milking him, how good would that be?

The stronger, the more arousing the humiliated face when defeated is, with a strong person of that level, would I be able to endure the humiliation (pleasure of humiliating)?

Thinking in her head, the Saintess hid her insidiousness behind the mask of innocence, and waved her hand to the two men and women who came to meet her.

"Hello, Guardians? Seems you were waiting for me, correct?"

"Correct, Saintess of the Lily Cult. Heard news you were coming this way so came to meet you."

"Didn't really need to come to meet... Anyway I intended to just complete the mission Goddess-nim ordered and leave this country immediately."

At the Saintess's appearance speaking lightly as if it wasn't a big deal, the shaman asked her purpose carefully.

"Excuse me, Saintess-nim? Could you tell us about that 'mission content' in detail? You can enter here only if we know."

"Can't be helped as it's a bit uncomfortable to tell others. Please understand."

"Understand my ass, if you don't state a clear purpose, you cannot enter. Because that is the principle here."

As the shaman spoke with a murderous voice and deployed prepared spells, the Saintess sighed and opened her mouth.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do... Understood, if that is the law, I have no choice but to tell you."

Smiling brightly, the Saintess approached the two wary men and women slowly and whispered quietly.

"I just came here to guide a lost fox to Goddess-nim?"

As soon as her words ended, the man's fist like a pot lid fell upon the Saintess.

Bang!!!