+18 Holy Night End

Deep within the silent sanctuary, before the altar where prayers should be offered to God, her mask as a "Saint" was brutally stripped away by a fat, dirty man.

Her pure white robes were disheveled, and her fingertips, once symbols of purity, clawed furiously at the carpet on the floor, unable to bear the pleasure. The sacred air was overwhelmed by the thick heat emanating from her and the burning scent of lust.

"Mmm, ahh~"

Her reason shattered, she screamed like a beast driven by pure instinct. Her back arched as if struck by lightning, her eyes rolled back, trembling—no trace of her former lovely self was there.

"Ohhh♡ Oink♡ Ohhh♡ Mmhh♡ Hiiii♡♡"

Waves of ecstasy piled up, filling her mind with a blank white. Her vulgar moans, devoid of any sense of refinement, echoed off the high ceiling of the cathedral, ironically beautiful.

"Ohhh...♡♡"

Squeezed dry of pleasure to the last drop, she let out a string of silvery fluid from the corners of her mouth, her eyes unfocused as she stared into space. Only her trembling fingertips and irregular, ragged breaths spoke of the depth of the "impure pleasure" etched into her body.

"Hmph..."

After confirming she had lost consciousness, I released the hypnotic spell. The fat, scruffy man reflected in the mirror transformed back into a woman with gray hair reaching her waist.

"Why... am I doing this... even though I was a man in my previous life..."

I muttered this complaint with a sigh, slowly moving forward.

With heavy steps, I slipped through the back entrance of the cathedral, crept into a hidden passage in the royal castle, and headed to the client who had commissioned this, to give a progress report. Along the way, I used magic to transform my face into that of an ordinary servant, and with practiced ease, knocked on the door of the King's office.

He gave the permission, and the door opened immediately. There stood the real father of Saint Charlotte, the current King of this kingdom.

"...Is it over?"

The King's voice was hoarse, almost strained. All traces of his dignity as the ruler of a nation vanished as he clung to the edge of his luxurious chair, his head bowed deeply. His back trembled slightly, as if unable to bear the weight of the sin of sending his beloved daughter to hell.

"Yes... As you wished. Tomorrow will be the last day."

I reported, still under transformation magic to appear as a servant, trying my best to suppress my emotions.

The King didn't lift his head. He simply stared with pale fingers at the portrait on the table, presumably depicting Charlotte as a child.　

"...What was she like?"

"It was horrible. Just as you wished, her pride as a Saint and her faith in God all sank into the mire of pleasure. She cried and screamed so loudly that it seemed her throat would burst, her eyes rolling back... and finally, she let out a voice so inhuman it was unbelievable, before she collapsed."　　　　

I could feel each of my words piercing the King's heart like a sharp blade. He groaned and covered his face with both hands.　

"It can't be helped... It can't be helped if I want to cure my daughter's aversion to men... It's necessary to maintain this country."　

The King muttered this to himself, as if trying to convince himself.

This country is currently facing a problem regarding the succession of the current King. The reason is that the current King's wife died young, leaving only Charlotte, and Charlotte has a strong aversion to men. Furthermore, this country only allows male-line succession.

The current King is already forty years old and wanted to retire quickly and pass the throne to his daughter's son. However, Charlotte considers men unclean and refuses to let them near her. It was clear that if things continued this way, the royal line would end and the country would fall into chaos.

Therefore, a grand plan was launched nationwide to cure Charlotte's hatred of men by using drastic measures, specifically by turning her into a woman.

However, the current King selfishly insisted on preserving her virginity.

That's where I came in. I, who can give her the pleasure of sex without actually performing it, through hypnotic magic.

"To cure her hatred of men, I'll implant on her the sensation of being embraced by the worst kind of man... How ironic."

I continued speaking with a self-deprecating tone, without breaking the spell.

I accepted this request because I'm a reincarnated person, and before reincarnation I was a man, so while I don't particularly like it, I have less resistance to sex with women. And above all, because I possessed the power to overpower a noble Saint.

"She clung to that 'ugly man' many times—well, she was only making it seem that way under hypnosis. Though she verbally protested, her body honestly craved pleasure, her fingertips trembling. In the end, she succumbed to the touch of the man she had supposedly detested so much. The memory of 'female pleasure' will never fade."

The King clasped his fingers tightly on the table, his face contorted. His expression wavered violently between the ruthlessness of a ruler and the guilt of a father who had plunged his daughter into the memory of violation.　

"…When that girl wakes up, will she want to kill me? Or will she want to kill herself?"

"I don't know. But at least the wall of 'men are impure creatures that defile my purity' should be broken. Her body remembers how she cried more vulgarly than anyone else in the arms of that impure man. From now on, no matter what man she's with, she'll probably think he's far better than the person she was with when she let out that 'oink-oink' sound, right?"　　

I deliberately spoke in a dismissive tone because the King before me was hanging his head so low it was almost pitiful. It's not my job to be kind to him here.　　

"The reward is as promised. ...And Your Majesty, when you face her after this is over, please be prepared. What you saved is the 'Country,' not your 'Beloved Daughter.' What you'll find there is merely a broken woman who has discovered her own corruption."　

I turned my back and melted into the darkness of the hidden passage.　　

From behind me, I heard the King's muffled, yet undeniable, sobs.　

"...Which is better, I wonder? To wither away while still pure, or to survive covered in mud."　　

The uninhibited moans of that saint I heard in the cathedral.　　

Will that be the gospel that breaks the chains binding her, or the curse that forever corrodes her soul?

My gray hair, exposed to the night breeze, swayed coldly, as if to wash away the lingering effects of this insane ritual.　

"Heh...♡"

★

The next night. Just like before, I cast a hypnotic spell on myself, slipped past the guards, and entered the cathedral, heading towards Charlotte.　

The cathedral was eerily silent. Just like yesterday, in the cold, stone-built space, only the low sound of my footsteps echoed.

I had transformed myself into that "fat, dirty man."

The greasy texture of my skin, the unpleasant body odor, the protruding belly. The image overwritten by the hypnosis's magic was the very definition of "hideousness," something a noble Saint would detest and feel a visceral rejection for.

Charlotte stood before the altar, bathed in moonlight, offering a prayer with a dignified profile, as if nothing had happened. Her back was poised and, at first glance, it was hard to believe she was the woman who had experienced such a humiliating climax just yesterday.

But when I approached in the form of a "dirty man," her shoulders flinched slightly, but clearly.

"...So you have come."

She didn't interrupt her prayer, and with her back still turned, she let out a sound. Her voice wasn't the pure tone it had yesterday; it was somehow sticky, trembling with anticipation.

"What? Are you happy I'm here? If so, you're quite the masochistic bitch."

I deliberately wore a lewd grin and grabbed her slender shoulders from behind with my greasy hands. The moment my fingertips touched her through her robes, Charlotte's body convulsed violently.

"...Ah... ah..."

She didn't turn around.

No, she couldn't turn around. 

Even though she knew that the man behind her was a hideous man who should evoke visceral disgust, her soul screamed at the fact that the sensation was triggering the "pleasure" etched into her brain.

"What's wrong? Can't you even answer me? You were squealing like a pig yesterday."　

I leaned my face close to her ear and blew an unpleasantly moist breath into it. At that moment, Charlotte collapsed as if the strength had left her knees. She placed her pale fingertips on the altar, trying to maintain her posture, but her fingertips were already trembling against her will, yearning for pleasure.　

"Ah... no, that's not it... I'm the God's... ahhh♡"

I deepened the hypnotic suggestion one step further.

A burning heat spread from where my hand touched her throughout her entire body. In reality, only my fingertips were touching her, but in her mind, it was transformed into an intense tactile sensation: "The thick, filthy fingers of an impure man are ravaging her mucous membranes."

"H-h-h-h-h-h!? Oh, ah, ahhhhhh!! ♡♡"

Charlotte rolled her eyes back and arched her neck sharply backward. There was no trace of the dignity of her former saintly self left. Memories of yesterday flooded her mind.

The memory of herself, who prided herself on her purity and innocence, drooling and writhing in agony in the arms of this ugly man. Now, that memory overwhelmed her with a pleasure even more intense than yesterday's.　

"It's a lie... It's a lie... I... to something so... dirty... Hiiiiii♡ Oink, oink! Oooooohhhh♡♡"

Finally, the "squeak of a pig" escaped her lips.

Once the dam broke, there was no stopping it. She rubbed her forehead against the altar and began to sway her hips submissively. Her body, which had supposedly kept men, the impurity that would defile her, away, was now unconsciously crying out; "Defile me more!"　

"Look at this face. I wish I could show you to the public eyes. The Saintess is making such a lewd face just from being touched by a filthy old man."

I roughly grabbed her hair and forced her to lift her face.

What she saw there was the face of a "female," completely obscured by ecstasy and depravity. It was a mess of tears and snot, her tongue slackly sticking out, her unfocused eyes yearning for the void.

"Ah... ah... ohhh! More... defile me more...♡ Break me down!! ♡♡"

Her scream completely killed the silence of the cathedral.

In this sacred place where prayers should be offered to God, the Saint, the kingdom's treasure, was succumbing to the pleasure of illusion, her mind collapsing.

I watched the scene with cold eyes.

Now, this woman can never return to being a "Pure Saint."

When she awakens tomorrow, every time she sees a man, her brain will remember this "hideous pleasure."

Was it salvation for her, or a hell worse than death?

After a violent convulsion, Charlotte collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, crawling on the white floor.

"…Phew. This is the end."

I released the hypnosis and returned to my original gray-haired form.

I looked down at her, lying exhausted at my feet, breathing heavily. And just as I was about to start walking to give my final report to the current King and inform him of the completion of the request—

"Hehe ♡ I've been waiting for this moment ♡"

"Huh? —Ohhh ♡!?!?!"

Suddenly, a voice that was both piercing and sweetly melting echoed from behind me.

At the same time, my vision warped. A wave of intense heat, so strong it made it impossible to stand, surged from my lower abdomen to the top of my head.

"Ah...!? What is this...♡"

I knelt, breathing heavily and violently. The irresistible pleasure I had been giving Charlotte just moments before was now overwhelming me, many times more intense.

I looked up to see Charlotte, who should have been lying on the floor, standing there. She hadn't bothered to straighten her disheveled robes, her skin flushed from her open neckline, and a murky, unfathomable light of pleasure gleamed in her eyes.

On her fingertips was a faintly glowing remnant of magic.

"I heard everything you said yesterday♡"

"Ah! ...I'm sorry. For trying to make you a cog in the kingdom's machine. But—"

"No, that's not true. I knew that from the beginning."

"Huh?"

"Of course. The whole country was involved. It would be foolish not to notice. More importantly, you said 'this is the end', right? I won't allow it. That's not good."

Charlotte approaches me with a swaying, predatory gait. She's amplified the "pleasure" I thought I'd imprinted on her many times over, and is imprinting it exactly as it was onto my "woman's body."

However, hypnotic magic only works if the caster is stronger than the target, unless it's a surprise attack like before. And yet...　

"Why... why does it work... ohhhhh♡"

"Hehe♡ That's obvious♡ Because I'm stronger than you♡"

"That's impossible... then why yesterday... you were like that...! Ah, gah, aaaahhh!!♡♡"　

Looking down at me, kneeling and writhing on the floor with my nails digging in, Charlotte wore a smile that mixed love and madness.　

"Well, I wasn't hypnotized yesterday either?"

"Huh...? You're not... ahhh!? Ngh, aaaahhh!!♡♡"

The hot shock, like my brain being directly stirred, fragmented my thoughts.

Not hypnotized?

That can't be.

Yesterday's beastly roar, that near-incontinence orgasm with eyes rolling back—it should have all been brought about by the "fake sensations" created by my magic.

"Ah... ahh...!? No way... that can't be...♡"

Crawling on the floor, overwhelmed by my own burning body, I widened my eyes in astonishment.

Charlotte, with a light step as if enjoying a stroll, knelt beside me, unable to move. Her pure fingertips gently, yet firmly, lifted my chin.　

"It's true, you know? I knew from the beginning. I knew what my Father was plotting... and that you were a reincarnated person with a 'male inside,' disguised in such a vulgar and hideous form, trying to defile me. ...Oh, was that 'oink' a bit much? I got carried away and did it, hehe ♡"　　

What spilled from her lips was the confession of a "Witch" disguised as a Saint.　

"So... yesterday, and today... it was all just acting...?! Ah, oh, ohhh♡♡"

"Acting? No, no, the only thing that was acting was the part where I 'rejected' you. How could I possibly reject such hot, gooey, ultimate pleasure♡"

Charlotte's cheeks flushed with delight, and she lovingly ran her fingers through my gray hair. Her eyes were completely fixed, and what was there was not faith, but bottomless possessiveness.　

"You were so cute♡ Watching you work so hard, thrusting your hips back and forth for me♡ I almost wanted to eat you up♡"

"...Ah, aghhh!? H-h-hiiiiii!!♡♡"

My body was immobile, as if sewn to an invisible pattern drawn on the floor.

No, even my will to move was swept away by the overwhelming torrent of "caresses" directly pouring into my brain.

"Did you enjoy me so much yesterday when I was crying like that? The feeling of your fingers toying with my mind... it was actually very pleasant ♡ So this time, I'll thoroughly pamper your 'inner self' ♡"

Charlotte whispered coldly and hotly in my ear.

Just the touch of her fingertips on my cheek sent a shock so strong it felt like all the nerves in my body were about to short-circuit.

What she was using wasn't some makeshift hypnosis like the one I'd been using.

It was the ultimate form of sacred magic, usable only by a Saint, directly rewriting the target's sensory receptors and forcibly incarnating the non-existent "orgasm."

"Stop... it... I...! Nghhh!! ♡♡ Ah, ahhhhh!!"

"'Ore'? Hehe, that's fine. Just imagining you, maintaining that manly self-identity, succumbing to the pleasure etched into a woman's body... it makes me forget my duties as a Saint ♡"

She grabbed my chest and forced my gaze to meet hers.

Behind her eyes swirled a deep, dark "obsession" far greater than the fake, base desires I displayed yesterday.　

"My father was a fool. To think he'd set me up with a man... But thanks to that, I met you. A man's soul, in a woman's body. And you, who possess the power to 'defile' me to this extent."　

Charlotte's hand dug deeply into my neck.　　

"You said this the end? Of course not. You're going to 'die' here today. As a wicked agent who tried to defile a noble Saint... and be reborn as a 'female toy' to be kept in the back of my room for the rest of your life."

"H-h-ah, ahh... No!! ♡♡"　　

Despair crossed my mind.

The curse of "impure pleasure" that I tried to plant in her had been dormant within her all along. I had awakened a sleeping lion... no, a hungry monster.　

"Now, shall we continue in my room? That vulgar 'oink' sound you taught me... now it's your turn to let me hear it at my feet, isn't it?"　

A gigantic shadow, bathed in moonlight, fell behind Charlotte.

It was not the goddess of compassion, but the figure of a beautiful predator, consumed by the madness of love.　　

"Mmm... H-Hiiiiiiiii!! ♡♡ Oh, ohh 　

★

"Mmmmmm♡ I don't want to cum♡ Help meeeee♡ I don't want you to thrust in and out♡ Stop it♡"

In the night that should have been enveloped in silence, the vulgar moans of a female echoed.　　

"I," a reincarnated person with memories of having once lived as a man, was now being tuned as merely a "female," or perhaps a "pleasure-playing instrument," in the palm of the merciless saint's hand.　　

"Help you? Who are you talking to? You toyed with me so much, and now that you're on the receiving end, you're making such a pathetic sound...♡"　

Charlotte's fingertips draw a complex magic circle in the air.

What she emits is obsession in the name of faith. Pure white magic binds my entire body, forcibly imprinting on every single cell the awareness that "I am a woman," and an even greater "pleasure of being dominated."　

"Ahhh, aaaahhh!! ♡♡ Stop... My brain, my brain is melting!! ♡♡"

"That's fine, let it melt. I'll melt away all of your petty pride as a man, your clever knowledge of magic, and everything else... and fill you with only my love."　

Charlotte straddled my back, which was convulsing on the floor, gently, yet in a way that blocked my escape. The Saint's weight, and her body heat, amplified my sensations many times over.　　

"H-Hiiiiii!! ♡ No, no!! Oink, ah, ahiiiiii!! ♡♡"

"Oh, good job. Just as I advised, you're making such a lovely sound. ...I'll be sure to tell my Father myself. 'Charlotte has found a wonderful partner.' ...Hehe, he'll never expect that this partner is 'you,' drooling at my feet right now ♡"

"Ah... ga... ah, ahh... ♡"

My consciousness was swallowed up in a vortex of pure white light.

My gray hair was plastered to my face with sweat, and my whole body was sticky and unpleasant from my own love juices.

However, even that was merely a spice to the overwhelming "pleasure" that Charlotte was giving me.

"Now, this is your own 'sanctuary.' Here, no matter how dirty your voice, no one will disturb you. ...Let's spend the rest of our lives together, indulging in impure pleasures that would even astound God, shall we?"　

Charlotte's lips gently nipped at my earlobe.　

At that moment, my reason completely shattered.　

"......Oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! ♡♡♡"　　　

My hips trembled uncontrollably as I climaxed.

"......H-huh, huh...♡"

The wave of climax, which I'd lost count of how many times, subsided, and I was breathing shallowly, my gray hair scattered on the floor. My entire body was drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, and I had no strength left to move even a single fingertip.

My former pride as a man, my confidence as a reincarnated person—all of it vanished before the monster named Charlotte.

Now, I was nothing more than a pathetic "female" dominated by her and devoured for her pleasure.

"Hehe, you seem quite exhausted ♡ But... the 'finishing touches' are yet to come, aren't they?"

Charlotte's voice vibrated sweetly, yet cruelly, against my eardrums.

She dismounted from my back as I lay face down on the floor and slowly moved to face me.

"...Ah, ah...? What... are you... ♡"

Looking up at her with unfocused eyes, I saw a malevolent, almost sinister, magical energy emanating from Charlotte's entire body—a power unlike anything I'd seen before.

It wasn't the sacred light of a benevolent Saint.

It was the radiance of forbidden magic, the embodiment of desire, even twisting causality.

"The requests you've received are for the sake of me producing an heir."

Charlotte slowly, yet boldly, parted the hem of her loosened robe with her own hands.

"Then... if I grow a penis, impregnate you, and have you bear an heir, wouldn't that solve everything? ♡"

At that moment, pure white magical energy gathered between her legs, swirling.

A horrifying sound, as her body, her skeleton, her very existence, was being fundamentally rewritten.　　

"H-huh!? Wh-what is this...!! ♡♡"　

Before my eyes, a foreign object, a "symbol of masculinity," was rapidly taking shape on Charlotte's pure body.　　　

It was different from the "fat, dirty man" I had shown her through hypnosis until yesterday. It was far more sinister, terrifyingly masculine, a "male organ" that pierced the heavens, forged by pure white magic.　　

"......You're kidding me... No way... ahh...♡"

Fear...

No...

...My body, already completely corrupted, craved a cock, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ahhh...!♡ Ahhh...!♡"　　

My eyes were fixed on "that" protruding from the gap in her pure white robe.

It was a violently massive, hot iron forged by magic. Pulsating veins bulged out, and clear nectar was already dripping from its tip onto the floor I had soiled.　　

"Hehe, your body is so honest ♡ It's twitching and opening up, wanting me, isn't it? ♡"

Charlotte thrusts her hips forward, as if to show off her newly acquired "symbol of masculinity," and brings it closer to my face.

A rich "masculine" scent mingles with her pure fragrance. The moment I smelled that scent, my mind went blank again, and my feminine instincts completely burned out my reason.

"No, no... It's so... thick... it won't fit...! ♡♡"

"Is that so...? ♡ Well, we'll find out when we try ♡"

She forcefully spreads my thighs apart and presses her erect, hot penis against my entrance.

Just a touch sent a shock through my entire body like lightning. It was worlds apart from the fake sensations I'd been giving her yesterday, disguised as a "dirty man."

The real thing, no, a "substance" beyond the real thing, powered by magic, mercilessly stretched open my mucous membranes.　　　　

"...Ah, agh!? Ohhh!! It's big, so big!! ♡♡"　　　　　

With a ripping, tearing sound, Charlotte's "rod" pierced deep inside me.　　　　

My memories of being a man were being overwritten by this overwhelming invasion. The satisfaction of being filled with the heat of a "male" that wasn't me.

It was a violation of the abyss of my soul, something no hypnotic magic could reach.

"I'm...! Oh...♡ a bitch! ♡ Ohhh!! ♡ Stop, stop... filling me up!! ♡♡"　　　

Charlotte scoffed at my desperate cries, which were twisted into pleasure. Far from stopping, her hips increased in speed and weight, continuing to mercilessly ravage my womb.

"Hehe, the more you deny it, the tighter it gets, doesn't it? ♡ You're so feisty with your mouth, but your body craves my 'cock' so much... Can you hear it? The sound of your female hole shamelessly trying to swallow me...! ♡"

A vulgar squelching sound defiles the silence of the night.

With each thrust, my "memories as a man" are worn away, and in their place, Charlotte's "male" heat permeates every corner of my body.　

"Ah... you're the best, darling...♡ Please become the beloved 'mother' of my heir you're going to bear...! ♡"

"Nghh, aaaahhh!! ♡♡ I'm going to get pregnant, I'm going to be impregnated!! ♡♡"　

My scream turned into an inarticulate sigh due to the impact of Charlotte's merciless thrust.　

It felt like my brain was being directly stirred. The heat of the "male" she had forged was overwhelming me to the deepest parts of my soul.　

"Hehe, that's fine... I'll pour every last drop of me into that greedy womb of yours...! ♡"

Charlotte gripped both of my wrists even tighter, completely blocking my escape route.

Her hip movements were heavier and deeper than ever before. With each thrust, my stomach bulged out from the inside, and each time, the pleasure of a "female" burned through my entire body.

"Ah... agh!? ♡♡ Ah, ah...!! ♡♡ It's coming, it's coming! ♡"

My vision blurred, and my thoughts became fragmented.

The fact that "I" was a man now seemed like a distant dream.

At this moment, what dominated my entire body was the bottomless ecstasy of being penetrated, defiled, and filled by the "Saint" before me.　

"Ah, haa... ah, haa...! Oh, it seems... you've reached your limit...! I... I can't hold back either...! ♡"

Charlotte's breathing also became rougher and more intense.　　

The "symbol of masculinity" between her legs swelled wildly and pulsed deep inside me.　

"No, stop...! ♡ No, not inside, not inside...! ♡♡ I'll break!! ♡♡♡"

"I won't let you escape...! Now, let my love be imprinted on your soul...! ♡♡♡"　　　

A violent shock, as if my soul were being pulled out of my body.　　

Charlotte's hips pushed beyond my limits, forcefully piercing through the "gate" at the end of the abyss.　

"Oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! ♡♡♡"

Immediately afterward, an extraordinary amount of hot "seeds of magic" were gushed inside me.

A feeling of satisfaction exploded from within. The heat was so intense that my back arched like a bow, my eyes rolled back, and my consciousness went completely white.　

"Ah...ahhhhhhh!! ♡♡ Ah, ah...!! ♡"　

My whole body trembled uncontrollably, and love fluid involuntarily spurted from my entrance.　　

The waves of ecstasy piled up one after another, completely shattering my heart.　

"...Hehe, well done ♡ But this isn't the end, is it? ♡ From now on, let's have slutty sex every day until we're both broken ♡"

"...Yes ♡"

There wasn't a shred of sacred compassion left on Saint Charlotte's face.　　

All that remained was the cruel and sweet ecstasy of a predator that has completely captured its prey.　

"You said 'Yes'... Hehe, well said. I could hear that honest reply from the depths of your soul ♡"　

Charlotte deliberately sealed off the "magic seed" she had poured into my womb with her own cock, preventing it from escaping.

The feeling of a foreign object pressing from within made me let out another pathetic cry, "Nghhh♡," and my body jumped.

"Now, let's do something about that dirty state of yours first. We also need to 'report' this to my Father, but... before that, I must 'Mark' you so you can never escape me again♡"

She gently stroked my gray hair, drawing another complex spell in the air with her other hand.

"I will continuously amplify your pleasure with magic, keeping your body constantly at the peak of ecstasy, and filling your belly with my seed... Hehe, just imagining it makes my 'prayer' as a Saint seem more worth it♡"

My consciousness was hazy, and my thoughts were being swept away by the torrent of pleasure she was giving me.

The reincarnated man, who once lived as a man, had now been transformed into a female, whose sole reason for existence was "to be impregnated by her and to drown in pleasure."

"Ah... ahh... Charlotte-sama... please... make me... your... toy...♡"

"Yes, there's no need to tell me. Until you die, no, even after you die... your soul will continue to reach climax at the touch of my fingertips♡"　

Charlotte easily picked me up and left the room.

In the moonlit cathedral, her pure white robe swayed. In her arms was the pathetic former reincarnated man, who had lost all sense of self, her fingertips trembling with only the desire for "next."

"From now on, every day, from morning till night... let's repeat the most vulgar ritual that even God would be jealous of, shall we? My darling, beloved... 'female slave' ♡"